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[lilacmingi]

MALL ELF

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

Word count: 2,633

Note: A couple of you guys have let me know how much you’re enjoying these Christmas imagines and it’s so nice to hear! I’m glad that people are genuinely getting enjoyment out of reading these 🥹 Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts

You trudged up to the Baskin Robbins in the food court, your legs aching and feet burning from being on them all day. You didn't even take time to change out of your uniform, going from your job straight to the food court as soon as lunch break started.

You approached the ice cream joint, dropping your head on the counter.

"One (your favorite ice cream)." You said, holding an index finger up before dropping your hand back down onto the counter.

"Rough day?" Your friend San's voice came from above you.

Lifting your head, you gave him an expression that said "You think?"

"Let's see, some kid waiting in line wiped his boogers on my tights, another one cried... a lot, and it's always a jolly day when someone gets so excited to see Santa that they could just about throw up—and they do! You know who had to clean it up?"

"Let me guess? Santa's happy little helper?"

"Ding, ding, ding. Correct." You rolled your eyes. "So did I have a rough day? You tell me."

"I'll get that ice cream right away."

You watched as San got to work preparing your frozen treat, resting your elbows on the counter. As you were waiting, a little girl ran up, tugging on the bottom of your elf costume.

"Excuse me. When will Santa be back?" She asked.

You turned to the little girl, bending down to the her height, a warm smile on your face.

"He's eating lunch right now, but he'll be back very soon." You assured her.

Suddenly, a woman who you assumed was the girl's mother came hurrying over.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?" She asked, gently pulling the girl away from you. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, giving you a sympathetic look.

"It's totally fine. Don't worry about it." You waved it off.

San, who was watching the whole exchange, couldn't help but smile as an overwhelming feeling of adoration took over. Just a moment ago you were complaining about kids and being tired, yet you put on a bright smile for the sweet little girl that just approached you. He watched with a fond gaze as you spoke to the girl, assuring her that Santa was eating lunch and would be back soon. The girl proceeded to ask you what he eats besides cookies because, "He can't eat cookies all the time."

When the girl and her mother walked away, San handed your ice cream to you. You began digging for money, but he stopped you.

"It's on the house."

"What? You have to let me pay you."

"Anybody who has to clean up puke deserves a free ice cream." He told you.

"You're too kind, San." You said, taking the frozen treat from him.

"You deserve it. I know you've had a tough day."

"You're the best."

"I know." He grinned, cutely. "It's almost time for my lunch break. I can see if I can take it early and we can hang out. Does that sound good?"

"I'd love that. I could use some company."

San disappeared in the back only to return a few seconds later.

"Manager says I can take an early lunch break." He beamed. "Let's go."

The two of you found an empty table nearby and took a seat.

"You in the mood for any real food?" San asked. "I'm sure ice cream isn't very filling."

"Maybe a slice of pizza. I'll have to eat something pretty quick. My break ends in about 20 minutes." You told him.

"You stay here and finish your ice cream and I'll order us something, okay?"

"Sounds good. Let me give you some money for my food."

"That's not necessary."

"Again?" You asked.

"Yes."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.

"It's just a slice of pizza, Y/n."

You sighed, a reluctant smile playing at your lips. "Alright."

San left for food while you stayed put at the table. The ice cream you had been given was making you feel better, and sitting down to rest your legs and feet was nice as well. You pulled your elf hat off, placing it on the table before smoothing your hair.

As tired as you were, you didn't exactly dread getting back to work. All you really did was stand around and hand out candy canes, sometimes you would unclasp the velvet rope at the beginning of the line, letting kids and their parents through. The job was easy, the only crappy part was standing on your feet all day.

"I'm back." San announced, placing a slice of fresh pizza in front of you, the delicious smell drifting upwards to your nostrils.

At this point, you had just finished your ice cream and were ready for pizza, in need of something salty to balance things out.

"Thank you." You grinned, excitedly.

San grabbed his own slice of pizza before taking a huge bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his mouth.

You were quick to start eating yours, a hum of satisfaction escaping you.

"This is so good. Really hits the spot."

"Mhm." San hummed in agreement.

Once yours and San's plates were empty, you pulled your phone out to check the time.

"It's time for me to get back to work." You spoke up.

"Bummer."

"Yeah. As much as I'd love to stay, there's probably a line of kids waiting to sit on the big man's lap."

"You're right. You go on, I can clean up."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I don't mind. Plus, you need to get back as quickly as you can."

"Thanks, San."

"Of course."

With that, you hurried off, back to work.

You headed into the mall, decked out in your red and white striped tights and green elf dress. You weren't really in the mood to work, but the hours weren't that long and it was sometimes nice seeing the happy smiles on the kids' faces when they see Santa for the first time.

You approached the large area decorated especially for Santa, some other workers standing around, all seeming a bit nervous.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're one elf down. He didn't show up and when someone got in touch with him, he said he was sick." One of the workers responded.

"Yeah, we're supposed to have five people here today and there's only four." Someone else spoke up.

"I think I know someone who can help out." You told the three.

"Can they get here quickly?"

"I think so."

You stepped aside quickly dialing San's number. He answered after just a couple rings.

"Hello?"

"San! This is so last minute and I know this is one of your off days, but we're one elf short today. Do you think you could fill in?"

"Fill in? What would I be doing?"

"Opening and closing the little velvet rope, lifting kids onto Santa's lap, or handing candy canes to the kids as they leave. It's super easy."

"Sure. I can help out. How long do I have to get down there?"

"The meet and greet starts in about fifteen minutes."

"I can do that."

"You can?"

"Of course."

San was at the mall within ten minutes and had been given a uniform. Thankfully, the people behind the whole meet and greet carried extra uniforms with them.

You watched for San to return from the bathroom where he went to change. You were quick to spot him as he walked over, donning the red, green, and white costume. You had to admit, he looked pretty handsome, even in tights. You weren't surprised by that, San is a good looking guy, it doesn't matter what he wears, he'll always be able to pull it off.

"Well, don't you look cute." You giggled.

"No teasing. I'm doing you a favor." He pointed.

"You're right. But, you do look good."

"Really?" He asked, glancing down at the costume.

"Yeah. You can pull off anything. Even little striped tights."

"They do make my legs look great, don't they?" He asked, sticking his leg out.

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand dismissively. "Come on. Santa's here and we're about to get super busy."

San was told by one of the coordinators to take his place by the exit and was handed a basket of candy canes while you stood at the front of the line, pulling the velvet rope back for the first family to pass by.

Hours went by and lunch break was called. You and San paired up and headed to the food court together.

"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen in your work outfit?" San asked.

"Not really. It's Christmastime and people know there's Santa meet and greets at the mall, so I'm not really embarrassed. It's not like I'm dressed up for no reason."

"Hm."

"Why? Are you embarrassed?" You turned the question back on him.

"A little."

"Don't be. Plus, I already told you that you look good."

"I never got the chance to tell you, but you look adorable in your costume."

"Adorable?" You parroted, your cheeks feeling a tad warm.

"Yeah." He smiled softly.

"Ah. Well..." You trailed off, not sure what to say.

San could tell he'd gotten you flustered and he was proud of it. He watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to speak.

"What are you in the mood to eat?" He inquired, changing the subject (for your sake.)

"How about Chinese? They always have good food at that place over there." You pointed.

There were at least three different Chinese restaurants in the food court, but the one you pointed to was the best out of the three.

This time, you paid for lunch. It was quite the task, but you managed to drop a wad of cash onto the counter before San could. He gave you a look that told you, you successfully caught him off guard.

"I can't believe you did that." He mentioned as the two of you sat down.

"You're helping me out today, it's the least I can do."

"Alright. You have a point. I'll let it slide, but just this once."

"We'll see." You grinned, taking a sip of your drink.

Your lunch break ended sooner than you would have liked, but you were happy working with San. He made work much more bearable just being there.

San stood by the exit, watching you as you pulled back the velvet rope, allowing the next family to see Santa. As the kid spoke to the jolly man, you clasped the velvet rope back into place, the next kid in line tugging on the bottom of your elf dress.

San was close enough where he could hear the conversation.

"What's it like at the North Pole?" The boy asked.

"Ah. Well, it's always covered in snow and there are Christmas lights everywhere on every home and workshop. The streetlights look like candy canes and there's a huge Christmas tree at the center of town."

"Wow." The boy gaped. "I wanna go there one day."

"Maybe you can." You smiled.

The mother and father gave you a kind smile, happy that you played along.

"Oh. It's your turn now." You told the boy, unclipping the rope.

San handed a candy cane to the girl who was leaving, his eyes staying on you. Every time he sees you, it feels like he falls harder and harder for you. At this point, it was too much and he had to say something. He couldn't hold his feelings in any longer.

At the end of your shift, you went and changed out of your uniform into regular clothes. San, who had accompanied you to the restrooms to change himself, was waiting outside for you when you were done.

"Thanks for filling in today." You told him.

"It was no problem. I enjoyed working with you."

"Likewise."

The two of you walked side by side, exiting the mall. The Santa meet and greets go on until about 7:00, which is two hours until the mall closed. Due to it being winter, the sun was mostly set, the sky a dark blue color.

"Where'd you park?" You asked.

"Over that way near the Barnes and Nobel." San pointed. "Where are you parked?"

"Down that row somewhere." You pointed to a nearby row of cars.

"I'll walk you there."

You allowed San to accompany you on the short walk to your car.

"Is it okay if I drive you to your car?" You asked. "I'd feel bad letting you walk halfway across the parking lot to get to it."

"Sure." He smiled.

You drove San across the lot, allowing him to direct you to the spot where he parked. When he got out, you couldn't help but notice a bit of hesitancy in his actions. He came to a stop when he got to his car, standing and staring at the driver's side door. Putting your vehicle in park, you stepped out.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, stepping towards him.

"I have to tell you something." He spoke up.

You frowned a bit, wondering what it could be and if what he had to tell you was the reason for his sudden odd behavior.

"Yeah?" You urged, wanting him to continue.

"Y/n, I like you."

Four words. That's it. Plain and simple.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you processed what he said.

San likes you? San likes you? San likes you?

You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to reality as San waited anxiously for an answer.

"I like you too."

San was so excited by your answer that he grabbed your face and abruptly kissed you. It caught you off guard and before you could reciprocate the kiss, San had already pulled away, surprised by his own actions.

"I'm sor—"

He couldn't even get the apology out before you smashed your lips against his. San's eyes fluttered shut as his hands made their way to your waist, gently pushing you against his car.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss got a little more heated. San's fingertips dug into your hips as he angled his head a little more so your mouths fit closer together. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were making out with your friend (and crush) in a parking lot, but you didn't care.

At some point, you had to pull away. Your mind was in a foggy haze as you gazed at San.

"I left my car parked in the middle of the lane." You breathed out.

"Right." San responded, clearly out of breath as well. "I should let you get back to that."

"Yeah."

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, neither one moving.

"I don't want to leave." You spoke up.

"I don't want you to leave either."

Your hand rested against San's cheek, your thumb stroking the side of his face, lovingly.

"I have the weekend off." He spoke again.

"Then let's make out—hang out." You corrected. "Let's hang out."

A smirk tugged at the corner of San's mouth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, amused by your slip up.

"You're cute." He chuckled. "Yeah. Let's hang out. I'll text you later tonight and we can talk about it."

You hesitantly parted ways with San and got back to your car, giving him a small wave before driving off.

Your brain was still a little foggy from the kiss and you struggled to process it. It wasn't until you got home that the events truly sunk in.

Your face became hot as you replayed what happened earlier. As if on cue, your phone buzzed.

San

So, when are you free?

Hongjoong ❄︎ Seonghwa ❄︎ Yunho ❄︎ Yeosang ❄︎ Mingi ❄︎ Wooyoung ❄︎ Jongho

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Ok since @halenhusky309 and I were talking about it, my pros and cons of TFONE.

Pros:

As I’ve said before, this is the ONLY time so far that a story finally made the Aligned backstory of Optimus and Megatron being former friends work. Their friendship is believable you can tell they care for each other, but they also needle each other as some do. Compare that to stuff like Prime and Cyberverse, where it’s very unbelievable these two used to get along. If anything Optimus feels more concerned about it in Prime than Megatron does, and the only time Megatron does show some concern it’s only so he can benefit from it.

The system on Cybertron being whittled down to an easy to understand Cogs vs Cogless system. Older stuff like IDW over complicated the caste system with stuff like Functionism and Empurata, making it hard to understand and it becomes too meta. So simplifying it to robots who can and can’t Transform makes it much easier to follow, and makes more sense for a society of shape changing robots.

The Autobots and Decepticons having a better origin story. The Aligned stuff that IDW, WFC and Cyberverse copied all made the claim the Decepticons arose from an oppressed lower caste, and imply the Autobots rose from those benefiting the system, and as such the concept of Heroic Autobots vs Evil Decepticons doesn’t make sense anymore if the roles are reversed. TFONE instead casts the miners as future Autobots, while the corrupt High Guard and entitled punks benefiting from the system like Darkwing and Airachnid become Decepticons. In particular, the High Guard being made up of typical Decepticons and led by Starscream helps with this, and despite having served the Primes, Starscream isn’t much better than Sentinel, craving power, not taking crap from anyone, and scoffing at the idea of truly united Cybertron. This is the Starscream we needed like Skybound, not the domestic abuse Starscream of EarthSpark or the clumsily repenting IDW Starscream.

The artwork is gorgeous, and the animation is really well done.

Orion Pax and D-16’s personalities. As much as some people don’t like the absence of the gladiatorial stuff, I kinda prefer it not being here. I like the idea that originally Megatron preferred being a cog in the machine that benefitted Cybertron and its people. He took great pride in his work, and idolized the Primes, Megatronus and Sentinel in particular. His downfall and distrust of authority outside his own makes more sense here, the sense of betrayal is believable as he genuinely believed in the system with his self loathing for believing in it and his frustrations at the truth fueling his downfall. Orion meanwhile is a bit more rebellious, eager to bend the rules and find ways to prove to other Transformers that he and the miners are more than just Energon diggers. There is a mild bit of selfishness here, but Orion is still looking at the interests of his fellow miners and all Transformers as he wants to find the Matrix to benefit everyone, and he rescues Jazz when Elita was content to abandon him to his fate for protocol’s sake. Older material tended to have this in reverse, with Optimus as the reserved bookish one, while Megatron was the impulsive, break the rules one. TFONE’s reversal actually makes this concept work so much better, and better complements Optimus and Megatron’s more traditional roles.

A lot of the older Prime drama is absolved, instead putting Sentinel as the sole reason the Primes fell.

Cons. -cracks neck-

A lot of this is more nitpicky but it still sticks out.

The world building doesn’t make sense.

Why did the Quintessons attack Cybertron originally? Their motives vary in past series but G1 specifically sees them want to reclaim Cybertron from their rebellious creations. It seems they specifically want Energon here, but it’s never explained why. Do they have their own problems on Quintessa or is Cybertron just simply one of the planets they have claim on in their own empire. Did Quintus Prime create them here too? They seem to have no interest in him or the others beyond Energon.

Why are the Transformers living underground in the first place? The film never gives us a reason, and while it’s implied the Quintessons are the reason, it’s not really a good explanation. It’s not clear if they regularly prowl Cybertron’s surface; it feels like that’s the intent, but it also seems like the Quints just periodically appear and give Sentinel a reminder they’re coming. Did Sentinel convince the others the Quintessons made the surface uninhabitable? It feels like a huge leap in logic to move the entire populace underground just to mine Energon deposits only.

We see the High Guard living on the surface, so do other Transformers take their chances up there too? Is everyone else on Cybertron underground? Sentinel typically just addresses Iacon specifically, but do other cities exist? Tarn, Darkmount, Kaon, Vos, Simfur, Cybertropolis, Tyger Pax and other places are never mentioned, but if they exist, do they have Cogless Miners too? Do other sub leaders exist in these other cities that Sentinel works with?

Where do Beast Mode Transformers fit into this? We see the deerbots on the surface, but it’s not clear if they can Transform or are considered sentient. Early concepts show RiD15 Aerobolt and a dinosaur-dragon Transformer assisting Orion and friends, but it’s not super clear if they were sentient either or had humanoid Robot Modes or their own Vehicle Modes like RiD15. Alpha Trion is the only one to Transform into a Beast on screen, though Airachnid was intended to originally have a spider mode, which explains her toy. Alpha Trion becoming an Aslan like space lion fits his role in the story but it does ask the question if other Primes, besides Onyx, had Beast Modes too. Was Solus a space ankylosaur? IDW went hard in the idea Beast Types are the lowest of the low on Cybertron, but media outside of that dances around it. It might help if we saw guys like Nightstrike, Swoop, Divebomb, and Cheetor in the Iacon race or see guys like Grimlock and Headstrong as beasts of burden. It’s what makes Soundwave unusual here as he curiously lacks Ravage and Laserbeak, especially Laserbeak since he’s a flyer like the rest of the High Guard. Was this before he got his animal buddies, or did he not think to use them?

Elita and Bumblebee are the worst things about the film. While Elita living up to her name makes sense, she’s too much of an entitled modern girl boss to be fully likable. Her telling Orion she’s better than him in everything when he’s at his lowest is the worst thing she’s done. In fairness, she does lighten up and seems to genuinely become friends with Orion and Bee, it didn’t feel earned or organic, and nor do I see these two becoming believably romantically inclined. Bee being partly insane from isolation and the reoccurring Badassatron gag feels more like an insult to the character. It’s like they combined TFA Bee and Cyberverse Bee’s worst character traits and cranked them up. I’m more surprised Shockwave didn’t just shoot him, since Starscream wanted to kill Bee, Orion, Elita and D-16 anyway. They forced Bee to be the comic relief way too hard that it makes him repulsive, and his hyperactive behavior here coupled with his 40 something voice don’t fit, he really needed to be voiced by a younger actor like Tom Holland or Finn Wolfhard to make sense of it.

Going back to Soundwave, as much as I do enjoy Airachnid as Sentinel’s intelligence and surveillance assistant, shouldn’t Soundwave have been in that role? IDW initially showed Soundwave as RatBat’s assistant on prewar Cybertron when the bat bot was a senator, so would’ve assumed they would’ve gone for a similar role here too. It’s not a deal breaker, I’m just surprised they didn’t do that.

The Matrix of Leadership is tied to the flow of Energon on Cybertron in this universe. Past media typically tied this to the Allspark, with its launch dooming the planet to bring energy starved. In this version of events, the Matrix instead just evaporates in front of those it/Primus deems unworthy. So… what happens to Cybertron when the Transformers inevitably go to Earth? Does the Matrix make exceptions if Zeta Prime had to leave Cybertron for a political matter? Will the Matrix just vanish again if Megatron or Starscream attempt to take it from Optimus? Megatron knows that will happen, so would he even bother trying to steal the Matrix? Are there other means to control Energon on Cybertron that were not privy to yet, let alone that Sentinel wasn’t privy to? I feel like the Matrix being connected this directly to Cybertron causes an unintentional problem once the characters have to go to Earth. Like they have to come up with a new idea that forces them off Cybertron if we’re not doing the Allspark anymore, and the Matrix here clearly doesn’t operate on the same logic.

Why does organic life appear to exist on Cybertron? Is it partly techno-organic from the start or is this some form of terraforming by the Quintessons. Cyberverse and IDW have depicted Cybertron as having forests and wildlife, making Cybertron feel more like a robot Earth which is annoying. It kinda made more sense in Beast Machines and Galaxy Force where incorporating organics was part of Cybertron’s evolution.

Does Unicron exist here? The cave where the Primes’ corpses lie is dubbed the Mouth of Unicron in ancillary media. This is a reference to the Primes’ original role to fight Unicron, but TFONE seems to simplify this into them fighting the Quintessons. Given Hasbro and Paramount’s interest in Unicron overriding common sense, if a sequel DOES get made, I fear they might try to shoe horn in the Monster Planet, derailing once more a good opportunity they have to follow up on the Quints and Megatron.

The heavy reuse of Miner models makes it a bit confusing on which characters are where. Like I think Arcee was both in the audience big the Iacon Race, but also still in the Miners’ bunker… with others that made up the stadium crowd. The confusion of the robot racer that’s clearly Mirage but is considered Chromia doesn’t help, considering a Miner more closely resembles the G1 Chromia…. But we ALSO have a Miner that is very clearly G1 Mirage. Like I do understand asset recycling but this is not a particularly good look either. Also a Dr. Ratchet is referenced, but one of the Miners is clearly meant to BE Ratchet. Frankly this could’ve been easily fixed if the pager asked for First Aid or Fixit instead. Red Alert would make sense too, but one of the Miners is clearly G1 Red Alert, so more confusion. Ugh. -rubs temples-

Part of me thinks the Quintessons should’ve been the villains here with the Decepticons forming in a sequel. Streamlining it to have Sentinel Prime being a selfish little greed bag is more fitting, but I’m left feeling confused about the Quintessons, and why they’re here. It feels like we should’ve had something where they’re more obviously in power, and Megatron gets to shoot one in the face.

[michuga]

one of your girls

synopsis: after the death of his parents in an accident, your family takes in a young boy. he becomes one of you, and you can't imagine a life without him. you watch him grow up, and slowly come to terms with the fact that he was never yours for the taking. (you were the one who was always there, it's not fair.)

pairing: jk x reader

content: childhood friends, unrequited love, hoseok is your brother, sweet domestic jk, loving dynamic, hobi and jk bickering, lowercase intended

warnings: swearing, implied sex, traumatic family backstory

wordcount: 2.9k

this is not a love story ^^

a/n: my first piece, feedback is appreciated!

"hoseok, this is jeongguk. he will be living with us from now. be nice to him okay, hoba? tell your sister to play nice too," your father says.

"dad, why does he have to live with us?"

"his mommy and daddy are on a long trip and he only has us to take care of him. make him feel welcome."

…

"daddyyy can i have ice crea-" you halt.

a pair of boba eyes stare right back at you.

"who are you?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"…-koo" the soft voice says.

"huh? i can't hear you."

"baby, this is jeongguk. i was just telling hobi, he's going to be living with us from now on." your father gently repeats his introduction, now that you've joined them.

"oh. hi! daddy can i have ice cream." you deadpan, dismissing your father's words.

your father chuckles. "it's pretty late sweatheart. how about you show ggukie our spare room and we'll discuss it, yeah?" he suggests patiently.

"ugfffff fiiiiiineeee" you exasperate.

turning around on your heels, you head straight towards said room.

when you don't hear footsteps behind you, you turn around.

"hurry up silly, don't just stand there! we have ice cream waiting for us!!" you say with the utmost urgency.

looking up at you with wide eyes and fascination, he nods and follows suit.

"jeon jeongguk, why is my sock wet???" hoseok yells in the loudest voice he can cough out.

the sound of a crash echoes throughout the house.

"yo, you good?" barging into jeongguk's room, hoseok checks in on the younger boy. he finds him staring back at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"hyung, i can explain.." avoiding the older's gaze, he finds random objects around his room to look at instead.

"well you better start because these are my favorite pair. were. were my favorite pair, you sick sick monster." he spits out, half accusatory and half joking.

"what's all this noise?" you make an appearance, your day disrupted by the boys of your house and all the ruckus they never fail to cause seven days a week.

"nothing! it's nothing. hoseok was just telling me it's my turn to do laundry today." he answers, with a tight lipped smile.

leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, hoseok raises his eyebrows. sporting an amused grin, he adds to the conversation, "he's right, it's nothing. aside from the fact that we live with a pervert."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you ask, confused.

jeongguk throws a pillow at hoseok and misses.

"don't be embarrassed ggukie, it's completely normal at this age." your brother teases.

"i said it's nothing! don't you have homework to do?" he rushedly says, pushing you out of his room, leaving a snickering boy behind.

"i do but you guys are being so loud.. yah! stop pushing me." you scold him, annoyed.

"yah? where are your manners? i'm older than you."

"two years are nothing. kiss my ass." you giggle and run away.

rolling his eyes, he goes back to his room to give hoseok a piece of his mind.

"angel, can you come here for a minute?" you hear a voice calling out for you.

"mm gguk? what do you nee-" you muffle, mouth stuffed with food.

not quite finishing your sentence, you halt in your steps.

jeongguk, standing in his room infront of his full length mirror, inquires. standing much taller and broader than you've ever seen him.

has he always looked like that?

did he get taller?

"does my hair look good like this? i wasn't sure whether to slick it back or leave it down. what do you think?"

words.

words?

words!

"why don't you ask hobi?" you finally blurt out, after what seems like an eternity of ogling like a damn idiot.

"he's busy. something about a group project?"

"oh.. slicked back is nice. what's the occasion?" you answer, recovering from the mental bump you just tripped on.

"i have a date," he says with a bright, bright smile. and if it wasn't for the angelic sight in front of you distracting you, you would've heard the sound of your heart breaking.

"darling, can you please check on jeongguk? i'm worried about him. the boy hasn't gotten out of his room for the past three days." your mother says to you on the phone, voice laced with concern.

"i've told that idiot time and time again, that girl was trouble. she's no good for him! he never listens." you half yell, irritatedly.

"be. nice." your mother scolds. "first heartbreaks are never easy, i'm sure the last thing he wants is to hear you gloat. just make sure he's okay, yeah?"

"obviously i will, that goes without saying.. i'm just upset that he always gets taken advantage of."

back home, you walk over to his room.

as you're about to knock, you hear sniffles on the other side.

"..ggukie? can i come in?"

after a few seconds of silence, the door cracks open, left ajar. no fluffy hair in sight.

you go in.

the night ends with both of you in bed, limbs tangled. his tears wet on both of your shirts, with a few of your own falling as well.

"did you cut your hair?" jeongguk asks you.

"what are you talking about? looks the same to me." your brother says, happily downing his breakfast unaffected.

"i did actually. thank you, jeongguk, for noticing." you enunciate, glaring at your brother on the opposite end of the dining table.

sitting at the far end of the table, your father sits, reading the newspaper.

as your mother brings the rest of the side dishes to the dining table, she asks, "hey jeongguk, will suki be joining us for dinner tonight?"

"uh, i'm not sure yet. she still has to get some work done for her internship. i'll let you know before if she is, though." he pauses his bickering with your brother, and answers your mother casually.

"suki? who's suki?" biting your lower lip you ask, dreading the answer.

"jeonggukie's little girlfriend. tell us, is she cute?" hobi teases.

"what the hell, hoseok? back off. and for the love of god please don't scare her off." jeongguk bites back.

you roll your eyes with a deep sigh.

"what was that for?" the younger boy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"nothing."

"it was clearly not nothing. spit it out?"

"no."

"yes?"

"fine. you don't have the best taste in women. she's either a liar or a cheater, or both actually, considering your track recor-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there." jeongguk warns, sternly. "before you say something you're gonna regret."

you stay silent,

"seems like i'm not that hungry after all." you retreat to the kitchen, taking your plate with you.

"what the hell was that?" you hear your brother ask, appearing right behind you.

"just the truth. someone had to say it."

"why are you acting like this? are you mad at him, is that what this is about?"

"why would i be mad at him?"

"exactly. he's nothing but kind to you. he treats you're his own little sister. did you have to snap at him like that? you know he didn't deserve it. cut him some slack."

little sister.

clenching your jaw, you turn on your heels and head for your room.

…

there you are again, outside his door. twiddling your thumbs, you stand there nervously. just like you did a few years ago, right after his first breakup. only this time, you were the one who hurt him. not any other girl. and for that you're ashamed.

no matter how many times the three of you bickered, you never went to bed upset with one another. you cherished each other far more than that.

when your family took jeongguk in, given the nature of jeongguk's parents' passing, they taught you never to take anything in life for granted. they also taught you that tomorrow is never guaranteed. you wonder how he left things with his parents that night. were they on good terms?

"need something?" the door in front of you abruptly opens, and a cold voice asks.

you look up. you notice the usually soft orbs filled with fondness are now replaced with buckets of ice.

"can we talk..? i don't like how we left things.."

"you mean how you left things. if i remember correctly, you're the one who stormed out."

"i know, and i'm trying to apologize. it's just that, all those nights those shitty girls hurt you, i'm always the one who has to put you back together."

"then don't." he lightly bumps shoulders with you as he walks past you.

"hey where are you going?"

"suki's, not that it's any of your business. don't wait up."

fuck. that did not play out how you wanted it to.

as you turn around to correct your mistake, he was already long gone.

fuck.

with hoseok moved out, and with your parents usually at work, it's mostly been you and jeongguk alone around the house.

it's been a week. jeongguk still hasn't talked to you since your slip up. you feel gross. you and jeongguk have never gone this long without talking. sure you'd always bicker and stop talking for a while, but never this long.

you had tried calling. double, triple texting. you could never quite meet at the right times, it was either you leaving or coming back from school, or jeongguk leaving for classes.

or to see his girlfriend.

it was only when your mother shared that jeongguk. was to move out to his dorms soon, since "it would be much more efficient and time-saving", you decided you've had enough.

no more.

"i need to talk to you." you say, matter-of-factly.

jeongguk had just come back from his evening class, and you knew he had nothing planned for the rest of the day. you made sure to ask hoseok.

"so talk." he replies setting his back down, and staring at you with crossed arms.

"look, i'm really, really sorry about what i said. it was wrong of me to bring up the past like that, especially when it was to make a point during an argument. it was low of me, and i really hate that we're not talking, ggukie i'm sorr-"

his eyes softened when he saw tears welling up in your eyes.

"why though? why would you say those things? that's what i don't understand." he asks.

it pains you that he's been thinking about this. why would someone he's given everything to add to his misery? what those girls did was terrible, but hurtful words coming from you? this was different, and both of you knew it.

"jeongguk. you are the sun. you are the constellations in the sky, and all the stars that make them up. the people who hurt you like that don't deserve you. they don't deserve your tears or your time, and it hurts me every time i see you like that. i was just frustrated, i guess. not that all that justifies my lashing out.." you answer, the last sentence coming out almost hushed.

you stare at the floor, waiting for a response.

footsteps. and then you feel yourself engulfed by a warm embrace.

"okay."

"okay?" you repeat.

"okay." he says with finality.

you exhale the deep breath you had held in, finally relaxing in his arms and hugging him back.

it's your 21st birthday, and you're out celebrating with hoseok, jungkook, and a few of your friends.

now that can finally drink, you decided to start off with a bang.

and boy were you absolutely shitfaced.

"hobi you look funny" you say with a giggle, pointing at your brother.

"i think it's time to get you home, yeah?" hoseok says, glancing over to jungkook sipping on his second drink, "jk, are you good to drive?"

"yeah, all good. let's get this one to bed" he says, standing up and grabbing your bag.

…

parked outside of the house both of you grew up in, jeongguk slowly leads your stumbling figure out the car.

"do you find me attractive?" you blurt out suddenly, as he swings your other leg out the car doorframe and onto the ground.

taken aback, he answers, chuckling, "where's this coming from?"

"answer." you say with a pout and a serious expression.

"you're beautiful, angel."

"that's not what i asked. do you see yourself being attracted to me?"

"i don't know baby.. we've grown up together, i hadn't really given it much thought. maybe? why?"

he hears sniffles.

"hey, hey.. why are you crying?" turning to face you, he gently wipes away the tears from your cheek and cradles your face.

you lean into his touch with closed eyes, tears still flowing.

"you probably like older, more sophisticated women. sexy, life put together.. you're gonna get married, have kids.. " you trail off.

jeongguk isn't blind, or stupid. after a few incidents, he caught on. he finally realized a while ago that you had a crush on him. little did he know, the word "crush" didn't even begin to describe how you felt about him.

"already have my life planned out for me, huh?" he laughs. "let's get you to bed, c'mon."

"i don't have to be the one. i just want to be one of your girls tonight. can we pretend just for today?"

he stands there, stunned. your request hasn't quite registered in his mind yet. maybe you meant something else? surely you weren't asking him what he thought you were asking him.

you went on, "please just let me be yours for one night. i want to experience what it feels like to be loved by you for one night. to have your undivided attention. for one. night."

"baby, you've always been loved by me.. you know that." he says, empathetically.

"it's not the same and you know it." you spit out, averting your gaze from his eyes to the floor. you had already known this very fact, but being reminded of that your feelings aren't reciprocated doesn't seem to hurt any less.

"it is agony, spending my life with you and pretending like every minute of every day i don't want to inhale as deep as my measly lungs allow, to take in your scent for as long as humanly possible. to taste you, to savor the flavor of what you last had on your lips,"

your sniffles get louder. "to grow old with you.."

it breaks his heart seeing you like this. he never realized the extent of your feelings, and if he can take away your pain, he would. but he can't feel for you what you feel for him, that he was sure of. so he stayed quiet.

"in a perfect world, i could have what i want. but it's not, so humor me. one night, and i'll be content. i'll take this moment and burn it into my memory, just give me this one fix. it's enough for me. please.." you plead. like an addict, you're desperate and willing to go to the ends of the earth for a drop of anything he's willing to give you, you plead.

"angel, are you sure about this? i don't want to hurt you.." he finally speaks up. looking back and forth from one of your eyes to the other, making sure this is truly what you desire, not some drunken whim. although, he doubts you would've been able to talk so coherently, had it been the latter.

your ears perk up, eyes widening. are you really this close? after all those years, is it finally your turn?

you nod frantically. "yes, yes. no commitment, i promise. i need this."

"if this is the one thing i can do for you, i'm all yours."

of course he would do it. if it means taking away your heartache for a while, he would do it a hundred times over. he can never say no to you. he was never good at that.

taking you gently by the hand, both of you finally go inside.

jeongguk was nothing but sweet and gentle. you couldn't tell if it was his nature, or if he was driven by his fondness and care for you, but you expected nothing less. you were a generally happy child growing up, but you swore that night cured something in you. a place no therapist, counselor or friend could reach. jeongguk awakened something inside you. it's like for the first time, you finally felt seen. like no one had ever laid their eyes on you before. it felt like your first time being touched, everything was ten times as intense. as far as you were concerned, anyone before and after jeongguk didn't matter, and didn't count. you had never felt so important, you felt like a rare diamond. he picked you up and gave you purpose.

you came undone together and it was the sweetest thing you had ever experienced. nothing your limited imagination would ever come up with compares to this. the world disappeared, and everything boiled down to this very moment.

you spot him in your balcony, smoking a cigarette.

"you really should quit, you know. it's bad for you." you speak out, slowly walking up to him, wearing his shirt.

he ruffles your hair, smiling softly.

"happy birthday, beautiful."

both of you stay there for a while, side by side.

within those four walls and beneath the one person who was always your real home, you finally got a taste of heaven.

even if you were one of his girls, just for one night.

[ravenelyx]

I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

My Love is as a Fever, Longing Still

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Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: SHE'S BACKKKK

AO3 • Wattpad

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Sebastian decided to walk to the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower, to the Undercroft, praying it would still be there, untouched by other students. When he arrived, he saw the familiar clock, and his heart swelled in fear and anticipation as he took out his wand and flourished it like he had done so many times he practically relied on muscle memory alone.

The clock hands started to turn, and he breathed a sigh of relief as a door opened to the familiar room that he considered an analogue to his house. He stepped in carefully and looked around. The furniture hadn’t moved an inch in a hundred years, still in the same position that Ominis knew by memory. He wondered about him: if he knew Sebastian would one day disappear forever only to remain stuck in the future, if he had waited for him in that same room hoping for him to come back, or if he was glad he was gone after all.

Sebastian wondered if he would ever return to his time: if Ominis and Anne had been waiting for him their entire lives, getting old without him, and if they had hoped that they would one day see him again, and then he had another terrifying thought: what if he went back yet it was too late?

What if all of his pals were much older than him once he did? What if, upon his return, he discovered Anne still suffering the effects of the curse, or worse yet, already deceased? What if Ominis had been made to return to his family, where he would have either changed into one of them or been tortured and murdered? What if she had found someone else to fall in love and share the rest of her life with, or what if the perilous journeys she was compelled to take killed her and he had not been there to save her?

" Scourgify!" he declared, pointing his wand at various objects around him to clean them, wishing he could reproduce the same effect on his mind.

Once he was done, he sat down, leaned against a column, and put his head in his hands, breathing deeply and feeling his eyes burn.

The calm had gone, replaced by pure, utter despair and panic. It had only been a few hours since he'd found himself there, confused and startled, and he knew it would be many more until he went back — if ever.

If ever .

The thought cut at his lungs like sharp glass, drawing quiet and wet sobs. He didn't know whether the artefact could ever be repaired at all. He didn't know whether he could control it enough to go back if it was repaired. For all he knew, he'd find himself in bloody Mesopotamia, if he was lucky enough to survive another travel. Or he'd get stuck between time and space, forever embedded in the threads between realities.

Based on those thoughts alone, Sebastian felt like he should be grateful to have found himself still in Hogwarts, as safe as he could be, but he wasn't.

He missed his routine, his life, his friends. He had disappointed Ominis, but he would give anything to hear his voice now, even if he yelled at him, to see Anne even if she did not want to see him, to read their old letters over and over again, to accompany her on whatever adventure she was setting out on. Heck , he wanted to hear Headmaster Black's voice scolding him for his horrible detention record, listen to Poppy ramble about her dear magical creatures, see Garreth blow up his potions, and even wanted to hear Imelda complain about Quidditch being cancelled. He missed it all.

He spent some time there alone — he did not know whether it was minutes or hours — weeping silently to himself. His wrists copiously moved to his eyes in a weak attempt to dry his tears, which kept falling nonetheless, undaunted, wetting his cardigan and shirt and skin.

Sebastian had always prided himself in his capacity to bottle up emotions, to avoid the crying and instead channelling those goopy feelings into something more useful, like studying or spellcasting. That had backfired, and Sebastian had to learn, awfully, that doing that didn't mean those emotions wouldn't force their way out in a way or another, and after what had happened in the Catacombs, where his feelings had exploded in the worst way imaginable, he had reluctantly decided that crying alone was the best way to let them flow naturally. With that and everything that had happened to him within a few weeks, not to mention the previous events, he felt overwhelmed.

He hated it.

After drying his tears as best he could, hoping that no one would notice his glistening eyes or swollen face, he decided to leave the Undercroft and find Ron and Hermione again; they were to give him his timetable, as he would join their class starting the next day. That was before he abandoned them.

He stepped out of the room and froze in his steps. You were sitting on the ground just outside, back against the wall, focused on your textbook. You looked up once you heard a noise, and saw a dishevelled and surprised Sebastian staring straight at you.

"Oh, well, hello again, new fifth-year!" You smiled politely.

He cursed under his breath, turning his face away slightly and rubbing the back of his hand under his nose again, in case any stray tears were still present.

"'Didn't know about another secret passage in the school," you continued, apparently ignoring his actions, before muttering to yourself, " It wasn't on the Map. "

"Map?" he said in a rough, unfamiliar voice, surprising even himself.

You examined him, a quizzical expression on your face. "Have you been crying?" you asked bluntly, raising your eyebrows in surprise.

Great job, Sebastian. Perfect disguise.

He felt his cheeks warm up, and he turned away again. "No... not at all." He cleared his throat, trying to find a way to switch up the conversation when his eyes fell on your book. "What are you reading?"

You frowned slightly, obviously not believing him, but understanding that he wasn't willing to talk about it, and looked back at your book. "My Herbology book. Ron gave it back to me at lunch. Finally , I’d say."

Sebastian paused for a moment, unsure whether it was appropriate to ask about what happened in the corridor, but then he felt that ache again, right above his navel, and the words slipped from his mouth without restraint. "Did you two—"

"Don't." You interrupted him and averted your eyes, staring down at the cover musingly. "Don't bring it up again. That was already embarrassing as it was."

Sebastian stayed quiet, his eyes never leaving your form. He would very much have liked to just plunge into your brain at that moment and make himself at home there.

Perhaps he needed to add 'Learn Legilimency' to his to-do list.

"How so?" he asked at length, quite stupidly, he realised.

"I lost my temper," you said simply and forced your eyes back towards him. Your next words seemed to eject out of your mouth painfully, like they were unfamiliar to you, and it took a while for you to utter them. You sighed, "I— I suppose… I owe you an apology."

An apology never felt so forced and so sincere at the same time. "Oh, you don't have to—"

"I do. It wasn't the best impression I made of myself." Your lips parted as you leaned your head back on the wall. "I suppose I have to apologise to Ron as well — properly, I mean."

Sebastian stayed quiet, observing you curiously. Why were you telling him all that? "I... suppose," he uttered, not knowing what else to say. That appeared to be enough for you because you didn't even seem to acknowledge his words.

"He was looking for you, you know? Hermione, too. They said they needed to give you your schedule."

"Ah, yes, they mentioned that before," said Sebastian, glad to change the topic. "I’ll meet them promptly then, I was—"

"—Too busy hiding in a place no one else knew about," you continued for him.

That made him still in his steps, a chill running down his spine. Your eyes met: his open wide, yours unwavering and daring him to contradict your statement.

Perhaps the previous topic was way better.

"I just..." Come on, Sebastian, think!

"I just stumbled upon it!"

Usually, he was one to conjure lies out of thin air, but being around you made his brain seem to melt. Sebastian thought that it was because he didn't really want to lie to you, or perhaps it was because, with the way your eyes pierced him, he felt as if you already knew all his secrets, all his lies, and you certainly wouldn't be fooled, not even if he made up a whole story full of intricacies and chapters worth publishing.

He knew, however, that the answer was neither, and it lay deeper than anything he was willing to admit to himself so loudly that he had to face it.

"Right."

You closed your book and stood up, facing him. He couldn't read your expression properly, but he felt his body start to uncharacteristically shrivel at the intensity with which you stared him down. He was in Ron's place.

"Strange, isn’t it? how the new student suddenly stumbles upon a secret room on his first day — a room not even Fred and George know about."

You had spoken that last part quietly, as if only to yourself. In fact, Sebastian didn’t know who Fred and George were at all. And, frankly, he didn't want to. "What can I say? I’m full of surprises," he replied smoothly.

"Or full of lies." You hadn’t missed a beat.

It was frightening how easily you had switched back to the girl he had met in the corridor. And he pitied it. And he liked it. And perhaps he was a fool for liking it, and an even bigger fool for pitying it. "I didn’t know it was illegal to be in this room," he said, scowling.

" Illegal ? Oh, not at all. But certainly unusual for someone who has supposedly never set foot in this school before."

You took a step towards him, and he had to fight the urge to take one back himself. There was something wrong in the air — something goopy and misty and heavy, penetrating his skin like Mallowsweet fumes, inebriating and dizzying and frighteningly close to losing control. He had only felt it once, in Hogsmeade nonetheless. Electric and impatient, but, now, shrouded. That day, it had been galvanising. Now it was almost shy — almost… veiled.

"Hermione told me that she barely only took you through the first two floors. You're not even supposed to know about the classroom's whereabouts, and yet you seem all too comfortable with your surroundings," you continued, unaware.

He felt his heartbeat accelerate. Why did you have to be so inquisitive? Was he supposed to tell you the truth now?

Dumbledore’s voice came back to his mind: "... unless it's absolutely necessary. "

"I don’t know what you're talking about. It was an accident, as I said," replied Sebastian in a poor attempt to reason again, knowing full well you wouldn't believe him.

"Certainly a convenient one." He twitched involuntarily, like he had just got a shock. The corners of your lips lifted in a sneer. "You are an interesting case... Sebastian, was it?"

He nodded hesitantly and narrowed his eyes, baffled at your countenance and your confounding words. An interesting case?

You shuffled on your feet in a nimble movement and pressed your back against the wall again, leaning onto it. "Don’t forget to show me that room sometime, too."

"And why would I do that?" Sebastian was growing impatient at your behaviour, while some part of him was thrilled at your nonchalance. The more you bantered with him, teasing him like that, the more he felt his stomach flutter. He hated himself for it.

He felt a sudden urge to leave. To run to his Common Room, or back into the Great Hall, where the noise cramming his ears would be enough to shut down each and any possible much-too-loud beat of his heart, as if the mere sound of those tiny pulses would beguile him into wandering proscribed feelings. A deceit of his own body he wasn't willing to face, not even through his love of the forbidden. The hunger and ache had to stay just that: mere curiosity, more about her and her family than you.

But he stayed in the silence of the corridor, with a loud pounding noise in his ears.

[im-a-simp-for-my-ships]

I've been seeing a lot of posts talking about the upcoming election, and that because of the atrocities happening in Palestine, which are genuinely horrific and need to stop, that voting for Biden is the same as voting for Trump, because they're both terrible people, Biden doubly worse because he's put the US on Israel's side. I'm not Palestinian, I can't even imagine the horrors they're going through and do not deserve. Palestine deserves to be free, full stop.

And to be supportive of a free Palestine may mean not siding with either Trump or Biden, but for me, yes, Biden is no better on this policy than Trump would be, I honestly think if you're the president of the US, no matter who it's been, there's never been a policy that I can remember that's made the middle east a better place, or hasn't been selfish in nature. The US's policy towards Iran, Iraq, and Afghanistan, for instance, has never been a policy of peace or support for the people who have to live under oppressive/muderous regimes. So I don't care if it's been Carter, Bush, Clinton, Obama, Trump, or Biden, the innocent civilians in those countries will always be canon fodder and unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

But as someone who is a citizen of the US, while I can hate what my country is doing with their foreign policy, I also have to worry about what happens HERE. With women's rights, lgbtq rights, minority rights, voting rights, the list goes on.

If Republicans gain control of the White House again, if they gain control of congress, we are done. That's it, game over. Trump and his cohorts have made it abundantly clear that if they get it back, they will do everything they can to never give up that power up again. And if you don't think they' have the balls to do it, just remember January 6th.

If you think roe v wade repeal was bad, just look at what else they've done to reproductive rights on the state level, imagine if they could ban abortion or other reproductive services on a federal level! Don't forget the book banning here, anti lgbtq laws there, and it can't be missed that the Supreme Court, which is full of Trump appointees, have shown that they're not afraid to throw the constitution or precedent under the bus and rule according to their own, and right wing MAGA, whims!

So yes, it may seem contradictory on my part, to say I'm pro Palestine but still voting blue across the board, and I'm probably going to get a lot of hate for saying any of this, but for me, and this is partly selfish and partly for the future of so many different communities in the US, if there is no difference in foreign policy between Trump and Biden, there at least is an EXTREMELY BIG DIFFERENCE in domestic policy when it comes to rights for the people who live here too.

If anyone really thinks those with a MAGA mindset are no different than the party that doesn't actively want to take away reproductive rights or want to protect our right to vote or don't want to make trans people disappear, then I'm sorry, your rightful indignation at what's happening to the Palestinian people is making you forget what can happen to you, your family, your friends, and strangers across this country if Trump and his cohorts win this upcoming election. And I understand why, because the genocide that's happening is beyond atrocious, and the country I live in is playing a part in it. Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel that you can want the atrocities to stop, to care about what's happening, but also care about what's happening in your own backyard, in your own country too.

Remember, no one thought Trump could win, and he did. And he did what we all feared. He pushed through like-minded people into one of the most powerful institutions in this country, and they reversed a nearly 50 year old ruling protecting the right to choose. Then they took Affirmative Action. And even though state law prohibits discrimination based on sexual orientation, they ruled in favor of homophobes who don't want to create sites for same-sex weddings. And as of now, they'll be hearing cases on access to medication for abortions, and emergency abortion care at hospitals. Who knows what else will land at their feet next, and who else they may try to appoint if an opportunity comes to get another one of his people in there.

This got way too long, but I wanted to get out my feelings on this. I know this is not a both sides issue, just like reproductive rights are not a both sides issue, or racism isn't a both sides issue.

Palestine deserves to be free. Palestinians deserve to live a life without fear of death and persecution. They deserve to live, period.

I also can't ignore what happens here either. So I will continue to vote blue no matter who, because that's what I can do right now, and that's the only choice I feel I can make with the shitty cards we've been dealt.

[geo-winchester]

Aghhhhhh!! I LOOVE your writing!!! Can I request an imagine with jealous Jimmy Keene or Taron? U can choose whoever u want xx

THE OTHER GUY

Hi lovely anon!! I hope you don’t hate me because all the time it took me to wrote this, but it’s finally here and I hope this was what your expecting! Thanks so much for your request and If you have any other request don’t doubt to send me an ask I may take a lote of time but be sure that I’m going to write it!! If you want to read one of my others stories about taron here’s my masterlist, lots of love 💙💙💙

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It’s been a while since you've been in your hometown. Not even Taron knows the place even if you’re been dating for almost a year, yes he met your family when they visited you, and they love him, he was just as excited as you were, he even looked more excited than you were. You notice his big smile when you are on the plane.

-What?- he asked you -am I have something on my face?- he asked as he used his phone as a mirror, you couldn’t help but giggled.

-There’s nothing wrong with your face…

-So you think I’m hot- he said, you rolled your eyes before you smiled.

-You wouldn’t be in this flight if you weren’t.

-So you just love me because I’m hot- you pretend to think.

-It’s one of the reasons- you said before you gave him a quick kiss.

-What other reason?- he asked you.

-There’s a ton of reasons, cariño- you said -but right now is to see how excited you are to visit my hometown.

-Are you kidding me? Why could I won't be excited? I am going to see the city where you grew up, I want the whole tour of Yn's life…

-The what?- You asked.

-You know, I want to see the house where you grew up, where you studied, where you went with your friends, meet your friends… all of it.

-They’re excited to meet you, we’re going to see them at a bar we used to go to.

-This is going to be amazing- you smiled at him -what?

-Nothing I really love you- you said, he got close to you and gave you a quick kiss.

-I love you too- he said -and I love it when you talk to me in Spanish.

When you get to your hometown it didn’t take you a lot of time to have the tour he wanted to, you took him to your old schools, parks where you spend your days, or museums you like to visit, and to one of your favorite places where you love to eat. You didn’t know why but you were kind of nervous about Taron meeting all your friends, yes he met a few of them but he hadn't met all of them, it was until you were at the bar and you saw Luis waving at you with a big smile. The story with Luis was complicated, your story began as friends, you support each other in many ways, you studied together and for many years you were just friends until one night after a couples of drinks you end up in your apartment kissing each other, so you decide to date and that story as lovers end before you moved out but your friendship didn’t end.

-Yn, te ves increíble (you look amazing)- he told saw you as he hugged you.

-Hey Luis- you said and turned to Taron -cariño this is Luis, one of my oldest friends, we used to stay up all night studying when we were in college.

-Hicimos otras cosas también (we did other things too)- he said with a wink.

-Compórtate y se amable (behave and be nice)- you told him.

You introduce the rest of your friends as they keep showing up. At one point the two of you got separated, Taron was laughing with the rest of your friends but when Luis got into the group he was tense, he relaxed in a few seconds but you saw the look he gave to Luis. A few minutes later Luis went to the bar and before you knew it he gave you your favorite drink, you thanked him before you started to search for Taron, you barely saw him getting outside the place. When you joined him he was outside lighting a cigarette, you took him and threw it away.

-Ni lo creas (don’t think about it), this shit is going to kill you- you said, he rolled his eyes.

-Like you care, maybe if I was that prick you let me do whatever I want- he noticed the surprise in your eyes.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-You know well, I notice the look you gave to him when he got into the bar, how he knows your favorite drink, and the looks he gave to you- he clenched his fist -but it’s ok, I’m not going to be in his way- that’s when you realized what’s happening.

-Eres un idiota (you’re an idiot)- you said as you push him -did you really were going to leave me here because of him?- you said -so that excitement and those “I love you” were bullshit, at the moment someone of my past appear you were ready to back off? Thanks a lot.

-I’m not saying that!- he said, frustrated.

-So what's going to fight for my honor?- You joked making him giggle, the two of you sat on the sideway.

-So the two of you… it was serious?- you sighed before you shrugged.

-I don’t really know, we broke up before I moved to London, we were friends and I tell him everything, and I´m not going to lie to you there were this part of me that want to get back together- he nod -but I never saw a future with him and everything changed when this guy begged me to talk to his friend because he was too coward to talk to me.

-He was so idiotize by you that he couldn’t think of a way to talk to you- he said with a smile.

-I have to thank Richar again for that day again- you said.

-I’m sorry for got jealous, I just got angry because I feel he was a better boyfriend material because he knew you more…

-Hey- you interrupted him and make him look at you -Yes he knows a lot about me because we’re friends but the guy I love is you, and you’re the one who is going to take me home at the end of the night and complain about my cold feet in the night- he smile before he gave you a quick kiss.

-I love you- he said.

-Yo tambien te amo- you told him as you kiss him again -come on we can go home and watch a movie.

-Or we can go inside so you can have time with your friends.

-Are you sure?- you asked him, he nodded in response.

-Yes, beside I can still fight for your honor- he whispers, making you laugh.

[dramioneasks]

Valentine’s Day Fics (2023):

Not a Valentine's Date Night by WritexAboutxMe - E, one-shot - The one where Draco attends the Leaky Cauldron's Not a Valentine's Date Night event. His expectations are low until he sees Hermione Granger alone at the bar.

A secret lover in valentine day by Bettywounderland - G, WIP - For three years on Valentine's Day, a stranger sends to Hermione Granger lilies , an apology letter and gifts Hermion finally decides that she should know this secret admirer l, she didn’t expect that this person has secrets and feelings towards her and he is Draco Malfoy !!

Valentine's Day by That_One_Star - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy loves his girlfriend. Really that's what got him into this mess in the first place, but at least there's the fact that she loves him too.

Tainted Love by cleotheo - T, WIP - Ginny Weasley has been in love with Harry Potter for as long as she could remember. Taking desperate measures to grab Harry's attention, Ginny enacts a plan to get what she wants for Valentine's Day. However, when her plan goes awry and other people are dragged into her schemes it looks like Valentine's Day will be a one to remember for all the wrong reasons.

Lovers Rock by katwrites15 - M, 3 chapters - It had been years since Hermione had seen Malfoy. She had almost forgotten that he existed. Almost. Running into each other at a mutual friend's Valentine-themed birthday is the perfect place to catch up, right? AU, all the usuals in their mid-20s. Smut, with some plot. (cross publish on ao3)

Draco's Grand Romantic Gesture and a Chain of Calamitous Confusion by stacygenesis - M, one-shot - A Valentine's Day one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Mastermind, where everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Draco has planned a grand romantic gesture to tell Granger how he feels. Even with the help Theo Nott, and Theo's eager-to-help girlfriend, Luna—Draco could never have prepared for the chain of calamitous confusion that was about to ensue.

Valentines Chocolate and Silver Chains by 1Artic_arsenic - M, WIP - A ball is to be held in honor of the muggle holiday St. Valentines Day to promote unity for Hogwarts. Along with the ball students are also tasked with an assignment from the muggle studies professor. Regardless of house, all sixth and fifth years will be paired with one another and required to find the perfect gift for each other to be presented night of the St. Valentines day ball.

To Be Loved by uzumakibrat - G, WIP - it's the season of love. happy valentine's day. ♡a dramione valentine's day one shot pack because if I do anything, it's write sporadically and make it on brand with the season.

My Lady by katie-krum - M, one-shot - Valentine's Day Short story. Married Dramione

my body, my heart, my all by Arveldis - M, one-shot -  “You’re fortunate I even took a chance on you, you know,” Hermione said, licking chocolate from her fingers as she set the chocolate-dipped strawberries out to dry.It was her tradition each Valentine’s Day to remind Draco of how lucky he was. And he, to his credit, always happily indulged her.

stolen kisses by iam0kaywiththis - E, one-shot - Like a thief in the night he stowed away all evidence of her kisses. It was about time she gave some to him freely.

Magic On Valentine's Day by fiorentinasara - M, one-shot - This One shot participates in the Valentine's Day contest held by the telegram group Miraculous Fanfiction is an unpretentious story is about Draco and Hermione after the magical war

hypothetically, yes by eveningstruggle - E, WIP - “Malfoy.” She pushed her frames up higher on her face. “I’ve objectively analyzed the situation—“ “What situation?” “Our situation, and—“ “What is our situation?” “The state of our relationship.” “Which is what, exactly?” “—and I’ve determined that you and I should date.”OR: Hermione uses science to convince Draco Malfoy to date her. He's not interested.

The Perfect Match by slytherindiaries - M, 3 chapters - The Hogwarts event committee has created a compatibility quiz for Valentine's Day to find everyone their perfect match. What happens when, on paper, Hermione finds out her perfect match is none other than Draco Malfoy?

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (We'll find each other every time) by suspiciouslyblue - not rated, WIP - Draco Malfoy meets a peculiar girl on a spontaneous one-day trip to the beach on Valentine's Day. She hums a tune all too familiar.(OR Draco and Hermione had each other magically erased from their memory after their relationship went sour, but turns out they're meant to be together, or something)based on the movie of the same name

A Looney Bird Told Me by CarrieMaxwell - G, one-shot - A Boil & Bubble Valentine's Special

love in an elevator by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - A few weeks after their initial break up with each other, Hermione Granger bumps into Draco Malfoy and the love she still holds for him comes flooding back. Draco doesn't know how to approach things and invites Hermione to dinner to talk through everything. Over the fancy dinner, Draco explains that he wants to take Hermione to be his submissive mate, but he is willing to negotiate with her on her terms. Hermione states that she wants him not to inflict his dominant desires upon her, and he agrees. Eventually, they renewed their relationship and started having kinky sex with each other again.Inspired by the 2017 film, Fifty Shades Darker

Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.

pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “I believe," he says, "that the handbook also requires a specific script be used when welcoming customers.”She turns, homicide in her manufactured smile, to face the customer on the other side of the counter. “Welcome to the Apothecary, the home of the magic latte. Pick your poison!”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.

[seokmashu]

my fav moments of zb1's first live:

matthew doing the greeting a little too early and looking around to see if anyone noticed hehe

hanbin making a cute shocked face after saying "star crea--fans!" 😲

hanbin gunwook and hao making fun of ricky for taking so long to choose his emojis -- "we only have an hour!"

jiwoong picking the french fries emoji because he wants to eat french fries 🍟

gyuvin thinking about how to explain his emojis and ricky interjecting "sorry i forgot" from off camera hahah

gunwook being like "i'm between the centers!!" also he did a good job as mc

the boys are eating a lot of meat/eating well :') as opposed to just eating gyuvin's biscuits when they were on boys planet

matthew likes the howl's moving castle instrumental theme!! cute

hanbin saying he hopes his voice doesn't crack haha -- and his singing was so nice to listen to :)

ricky not knowing why he was named ricky "i have to call my mom" LOL

what yujin would say to his friends: "YA!"

ricky telling matthew to pick jiwoong or hanbin like boxing...lmao this instigator

zerose fandom name?? i hope it's spelled zerose 🌹 and not zeroes 0️⃣

after the boys walked offstage and someone said "that was so hard!!" hahahaha good job zb1!! 🥰 the boys did so well on their first live!!

[talictries]

Hello <3! I’ve recently got into F1 this year around May and I discovered Fathers and Sons around July and oh my goodness I absolutely adore it! Each Sunday I’d eagerly await that wonderful Ao3 update email and *rush* to go read the next chapter- and there’s so many things I love about it!

The dynamics between the kids, the difference between Max who was old enough when he was adopted to remember his life before Lewis and Seb v.s. Lando who only knows his family as is because he was taken in so young- with every chapter I find the siblings dynamics so unique and so interesting!

All of the individual struggles the kids go through, from being a teenager with a social life like Carlos, to Lando’s deafness and Max’s eagerness to step up and learn/practice with Lando- it’s just one of your fic’s charms that I ADORE!

The constant tension between Lewis and Seb, and how it affects the kids and each child’s perspective on their parent’s struggling relationship is so fascinating to me. Not to mention Seb and Lewis’s perspective of one another ontop of raising these four kids- and in some cases having to do it alone!

Every single side character as well and their own struggles, like Dan and his substance use or Checo and his own past- I just love every single detail you’ve included into this fic <3

The absolute rawness in this fic also pulls at my heartstrings so much- like when Max freaked out after the hockey game and pushed Seb through his anger, and then locked himself in the locker room and through his panic threw his phone on the ground- only to have the immediate realization that he fucked up and the utter guilt that comes with it when he realizes he messed up part of his phone- it’s phenomenal!

And not to mention the overarching mystery element to the story of Carlos’ adoption, and Lewis’s search for any clues or details he can find without involving Seb- it makes for such good angst and mystery- I love it so much!

I could honestly go on and on about how much I love this fic so far, and during your so much deserved break, I wanted to thank you so much for this delightful fic- and I hope my rambling in this ask wasn’t too annoying, but genuinely oh my goodness, thank you so much for this fic- it brings me such happiness as a reader <3

AHHHHH omg thank you!!!!! i just figured out how to hide a post in case of spoilers so now i can finally answer!!!

do i see maxy as one of your fave characters?? 0-0 but yes i love writing sibling dynamics! especially in the case of right now all siblings are living in the same environment (with lew and seb in a wealthy place) but they all view things so differently! as you said for example carlos has struggles related to his relationship or with his friends whereas max doesn't give a shit about school and is getting into trouble outside of it (ie checo and hockey). max and lando,,, i cry every time i write them, i love them soooooo much.

lewis and seb,,,, there's so much underlying drama there especially combined with the mystery element of carlos' adoption!!! i do love a good mystery - for an old fandom i wrote an insane murder mystery and it's the work I'm proudest of to this day! (a skz fic in anyone reads for that fandom!!)

i think side characters contribute so so much to a story! i hate when people don't utilise them well - they are people too with their own struggles and their lives don't revolve around the POV character.

i try to write some raw/emotional shit because i am an angst girl at heart. max is so easy to write angst for LMAO i always feel so bad hurting him, but I'm just too evil. don't worry - he'll get a break soon!

i LOVE a good long ramble especially when it's regarding a fic i've written so DON'T WORRY!!!! it makes me feel so appreciated as a writer and I'm churning with ideas for future chapters! I'm happy to announce I've planned scene-by-scene until chapter 50! and omgggg there's some utterly evil ones in there.

fns WILL be back in october! hopefully early October but my create brain has just been SO FLAT. which is so unfortunate because i miss all my boys so much too ;-;

thank you so much for your ask and feel free to drop an ask whenever you feel! i love answering them even if i am a little slow hehehehe

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[necroneos]

LA SQUADRA HEADCANONS BASED OFF OF MY ALIEN AU

AU in question:

Alien!La Squadra in a body they've taken over with a significant other who won't give them a chance because they refuse to get over the body's original owner:

Risotto: on the outside, he's calm and cool like usual. All his turmoil is held inside. He's a mixture of upset, confused, and sad. Why not him? Is there something wrong with him?

Formaggio: This man....oh boy. He's the kind of guy who's barely holding it together. He's struggling to maintain that carefree attitude as he asks "Hey, c'mon I'm good too, right?". He's frustrated, but his tone sounds desperate.

Illuso: He's just mad, frustrated, and insulted (ego wise). He's trying not to cry tears of frustration but ends up doing it anyway while he asks with a shaky voice "I'm just as good as he is! No, I'm better! So why him?!"

Prosciutto: He's mad too. I think he's the kind to backhand the other person in the heat of the moment when normally he wouldn't; it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "He's dead, don't you get it?! It's the same fucking body! Can't you at least give me a chance!?

Pesci & Melone: These two are just distraught crybabies. They love you so god damn much but you're never 100% there. Sometimes a bit detached like you're pretending your former love is still in their body when these two are giving you affection (emotional and sexual). They just cry and beg why it can't be them. They love you just as much, if not more. They're giving you their all and going out of their way for your genuine attention.

Ghiaccio: This boy is just Hulk smash. He's furious. "So I'm not good enough for you, huh?! That guy was probably just a piece of shit! Just give up already! Come on! I'm better than him!" While he may come off as prideful and angry, he's really desperate.

Alien!La Squadra host's names:

Melone - Callisto

Ghiaccio - Cielo

Prosciutto - Aldo

Illuso - Massimo

Formaggio - Giancarlo

Risotto - Enrique

Pesci - Raffaele

Host body's personalities before they were taken over by alien!La Squadra:

Enrique: This dude was just outright some violent tempered guy in a biker gang. Prideful and loyal to his friends, family, and lover. Surprisingly, despite his violent temper, he didn't lash out much at his lover. If anything, he was more like those corny couples in media who have a bunch of matching stuff and saying shit like "Oh you~" while looking at his lover with heart eyes.

Giancarlo: Was a bit distant with his lover, but mainly because he liked his space. He always made sure, however, that his lover was more than aware he loved them. Sex wasn't a huge thing between him and his lover. He didn't have a very high libido. The type that pampers you to not win your love, but express it because he's not as lovey-dovey as some other guys.

Massimo: This man....complete nightmare. This guy is outright an emotional abuser. He was the kind of person who, when he got mad, would say "Well if you didn't do _____, I wouldn't have gotten mad." like his lover is at fault. This made them feel bad but Massimo would then turn around and be all "Oh but it's okay, baby. You know I love you." and press a kiss to his lover's forehead. A bad case of always trying to be good to get his crumbs of affection.

Aldo: A case of where the personality doesn't match the appearance. Shy and not confident, yet endearing and openly loving. Yet appearance wise, he's hot and all the girls would fall at his feet. He's a total goofball with his lover and is almost always making them smile. He's clear with his love for his lover.

Raffaele: Tsundere, simple as that. He has his fits of irritation with his lover, but they can see right through him where his soft side is. He isn't well liked by girls because of this tsundere personality of his. His actions spoke a lot louder than his words, and more often than not they were very endearing and melted his lover's heart.

Callisto: A rather laid-back guy who wasn't afraid to show his affection. The amount of affection he showed to his lover was /nowhere/ near the amount that Melone ends up showing this lover though. He makes his affection clear, but not smothering. Wasn't very health-conscious and his body was only still good because of his age. Wasn't very booksmart and just sort of went with the flow.

Cielo: A total Chad who used his charisma, drawing people to him. He liked to lift weights so he was built well. He had charisma, which let him get away with some pretty assholeish things. Such as sometimes cheating on his lover and using said charisma to convince them that the other woman came onto him and that he loves his lover very much. Despite these instances of cheating, he did love his lover. It was a matter of his dick being in control in the heat of the moment.

I, uh, know these host personalities are probably crap but I tried. It's just my interpretation. Struggled trying to think them up 😅. The only I didn't struggle with is Massimo since I already had the idea in mind

@bennycake @uminozerol @bowcherry @dark-side-of-passion

[starboundmagician]

and now, all my vast error OCs poorly yet accurately summarized through incorrect quotes

The_Principal: Remember the plan Zephyr- Zephyr: fuck t♄e plan! I am t♄e plan! The_Principal: All-mother give my strength

Zarock: >(IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN I WILL EAT YOUR SHOWER CURTAINS MATE) Generic Raver #213: I… Have glass d00rs? Zarock: >(WELL CRUNCHITY MUNCHITY THEN BITCH, DO YOU THINK THAT'S GONNA STOP ME???)

Malmar *on his 15th can of coffee*: +Business casual? When has business ever been casual?+O

Vivian: i guess im just too toug}{ to cry. Zephyr: vivy lazt nig♄t i zaw you crying over zlit♄er beaztz Vivian *tearing up*: but t}{ey don't }{ave any arms!!!!!

Necron: † The idea of consuming two conflicting things that promise to do the opposite of each other has always been hilarious to me. There's a liquid shot-based sleep aid called 6 Hour Sleep and as soon as I saw it I immediately imagined mixing it and a 5 Hour Energy together for a 1 hour nap. † Hexera: mix nyquil and dayquil ⸸o crea⸸e quil. Oricka: what does quil do? :confusion: Hexera: all ⸸he ⸸ime. all ⸸he ⸸ime. forevermore fool.

Kassey: What d()es a skelet()n call his cl()sest h()mie? Kassey: His verteBRUH! Oricka: Is that because homies always have each others backs? :haha: Kassey: Y()u. I like y()u.

Vevera *walking up to investigate at a dead body*: (Tick) Ok first of all, big mood. (Tock)

The_Principal: For whatever reason, you suddenly gain godlike powers of control over the universe. What's the first thing you do? 4 sweep old Pomcee: }II straiight up get riid of all carbon{ The_Principal: ...Carbon. the chemical element upon which all lifeforms are based? 4 sweep old Pomcee: }that's the biitch{

Sabine: [-o-] THE SOAR BEAST HAS LEFT THE NEST Mahiri: ZZzt roger that. alerting the agents over. ZZzt Sabine: [--o] CAN YOU NOT

Sestro: ∞Thanks to Duolingo I can ask people if they are a horse but can't tell people what my name is in French. Zazire: 🜂sk me if i'm 🜂 fucking horse i d🜂re you. Sestro: ∞Tu es un cheval? Zazire: n🜂y. Sestro: ∞... Oh you AllMotherFUCKER!

Marady: ♆e're friends, right? Sova: (...Normally, I'd say yes, without hesitation. But I feel like this is heading somewhere. and I'm not sure I like where) Marady: Okay because ♆hat I'm bout do is gonna test that.

[joyffree]

For Your Mind (For Your Love series) MM Romance by Crea Reitan is now available in AUDIO!

The mind is a terrible place to live.

Simon has more or less moved out, Damon is burying his rage, and me? I’m in misery, trapped in the dark hole of unrequited love. I don’t know where to turn. Entire days disappear where I have no idea how much time has passed. Just when I think my brother and I are doomed to our collective pain, we work out a truth that could patch up our friendship with Simon.

He comes home and it’s as it always was, except now it’s a little bit more. While we may push boundaries, we’ll never cross the line into too much.

Even though I wish we would.

I still struggle with one thing. Simon might have found someone who will accept our unconventional—probably inappropriate—friendship, but what about me? Will I find someone that can accept that part of me, too? Or am I destined to be alone, with the only relationship I have being the one in my mind, where it’s my best friend and me, forever?

[freewillacquired]

“I’m not surprised Wesker was involved in that. Genetic mutation and experimentation were sort of his thing,” Ada mused. Her scowl never left her face. What they’d done to Matt was horrid. “Birkin was involved, too? Then it’s revenge for Sherry’s sake, too. Leon isn’t here, but I think he’d appreciate the notion.” Ada smiled a bit as she thought of the man she loved. Nemesis might not have crossed paths with Leon, but he was one of the kindest, bravest people she’d met since this apocalypse started. She wanted him to be with her right now, but work had kept him busy. “He wanted to be here, but… something came up. Maybe another time.”

Ada was talking about a nasty creature, but she left the details vague. She didn’t understand everything yet, and she didn’t want to mess up what she said to Nemesis. Ada offered the file to him. They’d gotten off to a rocky start, and he didn’t trust her entirely yet. She couldn’t say she blamed him for that. Still, she knew what it was like to be shackled and underestimated, and she’d do her best to keep him out of Umbrella’s clutches.

“I’m Ada. Ada Wong. I’ve been called the bitch in the red dress before. I also hate it.” She smiled. “Friends. Works for me. Read the file, then we’ll talk, but… genetic mutation. What exactly did they do to you? My belief is that they’re trying to replicate it. There’s a facility in Russia. There are clones there… you connect the dots. Combine that with Wesker’s obsession with mutation, and it begins to look like a setup. He wants us to go there right now. We’re going to make a few detours.”

__________

Nemesis didn’t know anyone named Leon, but if she was against Umbrella now, and he was with her, then he must not be a bad guy, right? He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of something coming up, though. Hopefully the guy was still alive, because usually whenever something came up involving the Umbrella Corporation, there were a lot of senseless casualties. He wished Leon well. Hopefully he knows how to handle himself in crazy situations. He’s gonna probably need it, Nemesis thought.

Ada Wong... Didn’t ring a bell, but... bitch in a red dress? Nemesis winced, not that his butchered face really reflection his disdain all that well. “That’s really rude... and ni-so-gyn-is-tic. I’n sor-ry,” he said. As a human being, he’d advocated for the environment and animal rights, but being a feminist hadn’t been far behind. “Nice to neet you, A-da.”

Okay, good. She wanted to be friends and work together on this. It didn’t erase all his distrust of her just yet, but it was a good starting point. He’d been about to delve into the file she’d given him when she asked him about what had been done to him. He sighed. “I was in-thech-ted... dur-ing the Hithe In-ci-dent. A crea-ture... scratched ne.” He touched his upper left arm to show her where. “Dut in-stead oth get-ting sick... and dy-ing... the thi-rus nu-ta-ted-ne. In the la-do-ra-to-ry... they en-cour-aged it... to go cra-zy.” He touched his stitched up eye. “They in-tlan-ted... a re-ti-nal... de-thice... so they could is-sue or-ders... to ne... as well as... sche-na-tics and other in-thor-na-tion. I heard then talk-ing... a-round ne. They wan-ted... to create... suter sol-diers. Ex-ten-da-dle tanks.”

He’d tried his best to explain with his limited ability to speak. If she’d understood even half of it, she’d get the gist. The idea of someone wanting to continue research into not only carriers of the virus like him, people who bond with the virus on a cellular level, but of creating super soldiers with the results, made his mutated stomach turn over. He growled slightly at the thought, his mangled upper lip wrinkling upwards into an angry sneer. “Sounds like... he needs his ass kicked,” Nemesis said. “O-kay. Let ne read this thirst,” he added, opening the file she’d handed him. 

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 2

Summary:  A date with the ghost of your past

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of divorce and separation, mentions of sex, mentions of blow jobs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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You laugh as the stylist beside you tells a corny joke.  The week had been good.  It was nearing the weekend, and it was Jack’s turn.  You had been talking with a few different guys on the app, but none of them had tickled your fancy quite like Frank.  

It was casual with Frank, but so sweet.  He had asked about your day, he was curious about your job, wanted to know what you did for fun, but never asked for an actual date.  Just your ideal one.  And even told you about his hobby with boating.  Saying he always imagined a romantic dinner date on a boat.  Staring up at the stars, talking with one another, letting the boat rock you, and even slow dancing.  It sounded like perfection.

You finish up your client when the receptionist runs up to you, “The school is on the phone.  Finn got hit in the face with a ball, and his nose is bleeding.”

“What?” You screech, already grabbing your things.  “Check her out.  I’ve got to go,” you run out the salon, thankful that his school wasn’t far.

Rushing into the school to check in, they ring you in, letting you know he was still in the gym.  “Did you call his dad, too?” You ask, knowing that Jack would want to know what happened and if his son was okay.

“Yes, Mrs. O’Malley.  He said he’d be here shortly.”

You smile awkwardly, and head towards the gym.  Your baby is sitting alone in the gym.  A wad of tissues on his nose, leaning forward.  “Finny.”

“Mom, I’m fine,” he nasally answers, but you crouch down in front of him.  Lifting him up by his chin.  “Mom!  Coach Winchester said I was okay.  Nothing looked broken.”

“Winchester?  What happened to Coach Wilson?  Did he put you up to this?  Who threw the ball?”

“Is dad coming?  You’re embarrassing me.  I’m not a baby anymore,” you gasp playfully, and stand up in shock when a loud whistle rings in your ear.  Spinning around quickly to see Coach Winchester in all his short red shorts glory, and Finn snorts.  “Coach Winchester, this is my mom.  Mom, this is the new coach.”

“Your Finn’s mom?” He asks, laughing.  Extending his hand out to you, and those candy green apple eyes look your body up and down.  You cock up an eyebrow shaking your head, and he holds your hands out wide, “You are looking good.”

“That’s gross.”

“Dean, not here,” you motion to the side towards Finn whose lip was curled up in confusion.  “Finn, this is Dean, my…friend from high school.”

“Right,” he winks at you.  Giving you a wide smile, and his eyes drift down to your left hand, and his smile gets bigger when there isn’t a ring there.  “Friends.  So — you have a kid now.”

“Clearly.  And you teach elementary physical education.  College football didn’t treat you well?”  Grimacing, he looks down at the floor. He looked good.  Better than he did in high school.  He was taller, and wider, but still had that dangerously good looking face.  He smelled much better than the cheap Ax body spray he once wore, too.  

“So, would you want…”

“Dad!  Thank god, mom was babying me like my nose was going to fall off.  Coach Winchester even said it was fine,” Jack jogs into the gym.  Heading straight towards your son, and holds him up against his body.  

“Winchester, huh?” Jack knows.  Your first drunken night together, and the night which Finn was conceived, you each told about the first time you had sex.  Yours was standing in front of you.  A couple of inches taller than Jack, and you bite at your lip when Jack tries to stand taller.  “Dean?”

“You’ve heard about me?” Dean chuckles, his eyes looking back at you.  “Hopefully it was all good things.”

“It was the kind of things such as they don’t know what they’re doing variety,” you give Jack a slap on the arm, apologizing to Dean.  “Well, me and my wife should get Finn home.”

“Or, you go ahead, take Finn to get some ice cream, since I’m so embarrassing?”

“Yes!  Please, dad, please?  Or can we go to the precinct and see Cal?  Or can I ride in the back of the cop car again, or,” Jack places his hand over Finn’s mouth, and turns to look at you.  Finn was always extra talkative when he knew he was going to spend more time with his dad.  “Please?” He asks again.  This time muffled.

“Fine.  You want me to drop him off at the house?”

With a nod, you turn back to look at Dean, and he throws his hands up stepping back, “I apologize about him.  We both didn’t know what we were doing, but we figured it out.”

“I was actually going to — never mind.  You’re married, and I’m overstepping my bounds.”

“We’re separated.  Legally separated.  He doesn’t even live with me,” he doesn’t.  And you were currently trying to just say no anytime he wanted to ‘come over’.  “I would love to go out with you.  That is if that’s what you were going to ask.  If not, I’ve just embarrassed myself in front of you again.”

“Embarrassing would be you gagging so bad that you couldn’t give me a proper blow job.”

“We’re at school, Dean.”

“We were then, too.”

“Okay,” you look away from him, and start to walk away.  This was all too much.  Dating was hard, but this was humiliating.  “I’m going to scream in my pillow now.”

“You could always scream in my pillow.  Ugh,” Dean groans.  His hands press on his temples, and he shakes his head, “We both suck.  And I think we both realize we’re not in highschool anymore.  I apologize for that crude comment.  I should have just asked if you wanted to go out with me Friday night?”

“Yes,” you give yourself no time to think.  Just blurt out the first answer.  It was Jack’s weekend.  And of all the propositions you were getting online, the one you wanted was content with just talking.  “Friday at seven?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“TJ!” You scream as soon as he picks up the phone.  Panic had set in.  Jack was running late as usual.  All your clothes sucked, and you just know you’re making a terrible mistake.  

“WHAT?”

“I need you.”

“Why?”

“I have a date.  Jack is not getting here until eight.  And I have nothing to wear.”

“I’ll be right there.”

You pace around your bedroom, hearing Finn’s music upstairs, and even the obnoxious beating of his drums.  The gift from Jack the day that he moved out.  Finn tortured you with that thing on a daily.  You wonder if you were making a mistake.  You know that there was still love with Jack.  Should he admit his wrongs, you would start all over again with him.  Your biggest fear was him not realizing before it was too late.  

While Frank had been steadily asking you about your day, this was something you couldn’t talk about with him.  Even the random messages from Nick, you had to push aside, because you were focused on making the most out of this date with Dean.  It might be someone from your past, but you did always enjoy time with him.    There was a sweetness about him.  And he had a job where he was with kids.  Surely he wanted to have some of his own.  

You decided when you signed up for the site that you were going to make your list of things you were not compromising on, and that was number one.  Pacing back and forth on the carpet when TJ pokes his head in.  “I can work with this.  Who’s the date?  Did you meet him on that site?  So my new pictures I told you to post helped?”

“No, I met him at the school.”

“That took an unexpected turn,” he pulls out a pair of jeans, and lays them on your bed.  Starting to rifle through your closet.  “Why does Jack still have clothes here?”

“His name is on the house?”

“Who are you going on a date with?” TJ walks a shirt over to you, and motions for you to put it on.  “Uh, he’s very loud,” he looks up at the ceiling plugging his ears.  “Of all the sabotaging things Jack could have done for you, this…this is the worst.  Ooh!  Pretty!” He says looking up and down at you with the outfit he chose.  “I figured a dress was too much.  Who are you dating.”

“Dean Winchester,” you mumble, and start to walk out of your bedroom.  Already holding your ears when TJ lets out a high pitched scream.

“The Dean Winchester?  Like took your V Card Dean Winchester?  Like the one that you had all your firsts with?  The first I love you?  The first orgasm?  The first kiss?  The first one to put anything in your twat?”

“It wasn’t in that order, Teej,” opening the fridge, you see a few of Jack’s beers that still remain, and pop a top.  Downing the brew, when you look at him, “Tell me I’m making a mistake.”

“I mean, I would have chosen someone new to lay under, but you do you.”

“I’m not having sex with Dean!”

He jerks the beer out of your hands, finishing the bottle up, “First don’t get drunk before your date.  Second, why wouldn’t you sleep with Dean?”

“First date.”

“But…you’ve already had sex with him?” He never understood.  He had never been married.  Didn’t have kids, but when he grabs your left hand, and his thumb traces over the finger where you wedding band used to sit, he gives you a sad smile, “It’s not there.  You’re separated, and it seems like you’re going to get divorced.  Have fun.  Sex is fun.  And you’re having sad sex with Jack.  I want fun and exciting sex for you.  Let him show you what he’s learned these past years.  He was hot in high school.  Is he still hot?” You nod your head quickly, but yank your hand out of his.  

“I’m still married though.  I don’t know if I want to try with Jack or if I want to try this single life permanently.  I’m exploring my options.”

“You can still explore your options while taking your frustrations out on Dean’s giant dick,” he gives you a shrug, but when you don’t smile, he wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.  “I’m just saying.  Sex can be just sex.  Be protected this time around for Christ’s sake.”

“I get the shot.”

“Well, good, but still wrap it before you tap it.  No accidental pregnancies and shot gun weddings, okay?  But have fun.  And man,” he smiles looking at the front door.  Finn’s beating drums are still loud in the house, so you know he won’t see you.  You had let him know that TJ was going to be here when his dad came to pick him up, but he would most likely be in his room until Jack arrived.  “He is punctual.  I like that in a man.”

“Shh, let me enjoy this.  Stay back.”

Jack waltzes into the house, and stops when he sees TJ sitting on the couch, “You and my wife having a girls night in?”

“She isn’t here,” TJ gives him a big smile, and taps on the couch beside him.  “Come on.  Come here and have a little chat with good ole TJ.”

“Where is she?”

“Jack…”

“Son of a bitch.  I knew it.  I knew something like this was going to happen.  Who is it?  Who…where did she meet him?  Teej…what?  Why are you so fucking calm?  This…I was supposed to be coming home.  She has the divorce papers written up.  It’s…this is my family,” Jack is thankful for the constant beating of those drums.  They were serving their purpose of letting him and you know if Finn was listening.  And Finn was terrible at them.

“Jack, I did warn you.”

“You only tell me what I’m doing wrong though.”

“I tell her, too.  She was sad when she left.  Is that what you want to hear?  I told her to have fun, and she left with you on her mind,” Jack feels a bit better with that admission.  Not the sad part, but the part where you were thinking about him.  He liked that.  

“I’m not telling you who it is, because I know you.  You’ll illegally search them, and dig up all their dirt, and that’s not fair.  I told you months before she said she wanted a divorce that you were working too much.  I told you that at least one more baby was a must for her.  She wanted five when we were in highschool. She would settle for one more with you.  But she needed you here for her, and for Finn.  You didn’t listen.”

“And what about her?  I have more sex with her now that we’re not together.  I’m the one that mostly paid for this house.  I’m the one that…”

“She asked for you, Jack!  Your old little bitty house that you lived in, you were both happy.  Bigger house meant more hours for the both of you.  She cut her hours to make sure Finn was taken care of.  She wants kids with you.  She was withholding sex from you to make you weak.  She has more sex with you now because you’re both idiots, and neither can let each other go, and you still won’t fucking compromise.  Idiots.  Both of you.  If you want your family back, try being a family.  She’s in the dating scene just like you are.”

Jack scratches the back of his neck, and looks away from TJ, “I’m not dating anyone.”

“Why you always lying?  I saw you at the food court…the food court, are you seventeen man?  She was making you laugh.  You were touching her arm.”

“She’s not…it’s not serious.”

“Oh?  Have you taken her home with you?” Jack shakes his head no.  “Kissed her?  Slept with her?”

“You’re just trying to get information out of me to tell my wife, so she can feel more at ease dating her highschool sweetheart.  Dammit, TJ, you put her up to this.”

TJ laughs animatedly.  Grabbing at his chest, but nods, “I didn’t tell her to date Dean.  He asked her at the school.  I did tell her to date, but I couldn’t tell her it was because I saw you at the mall.  And you didn’t answer my questions, Jack.  Is it because you are sleeping with that woman?”

“I am sleeping with my wife.”

“Not anymore,” TJ answers, yelling up at Finn to inform him of Jack’s arrival, ending the conversation.  “If you get to fuck someone else, so should she,” Jack shakes his head almost growling at TJ.  “Hey, if it’s meant to be, you’ll work your ass off and make it be.”

“I’m not sleeping with her,” Jack whispers before holding his arms wide for Finn to jump in them.  Jack was pissed.  Yeah, he had been talking to someone.  But it wasn’t serious.  And she was no you.

Dean smiles as he sits back down at the table.  He was winded from his last song.  “You gonna sing?” You shake your head no, taking a drink from your glass.  “Oh, come on!  I’ll do it with you,” when you offer him a smile, and slightly nod your head, he reaches out to cup your cheek.  “You haven’t changed.”

“You have,” he drops his hand, and leans back in his chair, “You changed for the better.  You’re not a cocky little shit anymore.”

“Yeah, well, my girlfriend was having sex with me.  I had a lot to be cocky about.”

“You always did have to bring it to sex.”

“Now, don’t be like that.  We had fun.  I treated you right.  We were the prom king and queen.  I’m sorry, it’s just…it almost feels like no time has passed.  You’re married and have a kid though.”

You take a deep breath, and Dean starts to interject, apologizing before any words escape your mouth.  “I am legally married, yes.  We have been separated for a few months.  He doesn’t live with me.  We have been going to couples counseling and nothing is working.  But we are learning to co-parent.  My son comes first in this.  Jack and I…we got carried away when we were dating.  Got pregnant, got married, and now we’re here.  Two very different people.”

“You love him though,” there was no question about it.  Dean knew you well enough to know that you still very much loved Jack.  It was the being in love with him that you doubted.

“He gave me my son, and a few happy years, but also a few stressful and lonely years.  If this turns into more than a date, I will be the first to let you know if my status with Jack has changed.  But currently, we’re separated, all I lack with the divorce is filing the papers, we are co-parenting, and you and I are on our first date.”

“That’s fair.  Now, about that song, what about Wanted by Bon Jovi?”

“Dean Winchester is going to sing a Bon Jovi song?” You throw your head back in laughter, and Dean can’t quit staring.  You really hadn’t changed.  There was always so much fun and laughter with you.  

You currently could feel the change.  You weren’t being held down by dead weight.  This felt good.  You felt seen and heard.  You had someone in front of you to talk to.  To laugh with.  Even if it was someone from your past, this felt comfortable.  Familiar.  Dean was handsome, and he still had that goofy charm to him.

You didn’t want to give up on Frank, or even explore your options.  You had always been a serial monogamous, and there was something exciting about the unknown.  A journey to self discovery, and hopefully to finding what you really and truly loved.  A way to be your own person instead of just Jack’s wife or just Finn’s mom.  You forgot what it was like to put yourself first, and it felt good to be selfish.  

“Here’s to finding me,” you raise your glass up, and Dean crashes his with your own.  Drinking your wine, before needing to see if your body still remembered him.  Pulling him closer by his shirt, you crash your lips into his.  The lingering beer tingles on your lips with the way he was tracing them with his tongue.  You open your mouth, granting him access, and moan at the feeling of him.

No longer was he the young man you used to know.  Dean knew exactly what he was doing, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Nope.  I wanna sing Bon Jovi with you.”

“Ugh, really?”

“First date, Dean.”

“I mean, really it’s our…I don’t know five hundred and sixty-seventh,” you laugh at him, shaking your head, before standing up and heading to the microphones.  Curling your finger, beckoning up there with you.  He sighs as he stands up.  You were worth the wait and challenge.  Because you were the one that got away.

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written by @lilystyles

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authors note lmfao our main man james eating you out after you annoy him. him taking his anger out on you? yes pls. um enjoy. LMFAO

brief description james and y/n are rivals. james can't take any more of her constant torment and takes her upstairs to deal with her.

warnings! smut (f! receiving, kissing, sexual tension, enemies to lovers) 3kish words!

James liked to think he was a pretty happy and relaxed person. He liked to think he loved his life and that he was overall just very happy. Most people would call him a happy-go-lucky, cheeky, and just a very kind person; and he was — he was definitely all those things.

He never really found himself that angry. He was usually calm and playful and only in serious cases would he get angry. He just didn't feel the need to get angry about small little things. Life was too short to waste on being angry.

But when it came to her — Y/n — he was the opposite of his normal self. It was like a whole other side of him came out.

She knew just how to piss him off. Every single word to say, every move to make, she was the only person who drove him up the wall in such a way that he wanted to tear his hair out and scream. It was kind of incredible actually.

Now, his friends weren't the only one to notice how much she drove him crazy. She definitely knew her affect on him and she loved it. She loved the power she felt. She loved to feel superior to the Oh So Great James Potter head boy and quidditch captain. She loved to make him squirm and lose his shit.

She simply loved it and there was no denying it, not that she ever tried to.

Whenever they would cross paths it was always the same, she'd one-up him or tease and he'd storm off. His friends would laugh and that was it.

But today James had had enough of her. She had done so much to piss him off and he was losing his mind, his brain was in a constant loop as to how he could punish her back. Make her this crazy. Or even how he could get her to just shut her the fuck up.

When she arrived at the Gryffindor tower in a skimpy little dress with a bright smile on that Friday evening after the quidditch match he knew they would somehow find each other. But for now, he needed a little alcohol before he would deal with it, her.

Gryffindor was throwing this party in pity for Gryffindor losing to (your house). James and a lot of the other players were well and truly pissed. Marlene had taken to getting absolutely hammered. Sirius was probably with Remus upstairs and James was hiding in the corner away from her.

She was dancing in the middle of the crowd.

James was beyond pissed about losing. He hated (your house)! He hated the fact that she had been the reason they lost. He hated how fucking good she was. He hated how similar they were.

Godric, he just fucking hated her. He hated how good that red dress looked on her s/c coloured skin. It was like she was tormenting him showing up in his house colours after she had just brutally beaten him. He hated how good she looked moving her hips. It took him a moment to realise who she was pressed against.

Remus?!

He saw Sirius standing close by with a clenched jaw. James had recently become aware of the Black boy's interest in the werewolf. He trudged over, he was feeling awfully hot in his jumper now. He felt very irritated.

"Pads?" He said, his voice sounding small over the loud music.

The boy turned his head. "Is it bad this makes me kind of..." He trailed off turning his head back to the scene ahead of them.

The tall werewolf, who normally remained un-dancing and far from most girls, had the (your house) captain pressed to his front. His long hands were on her hips as she shimmed against him smiling wickedly. Both Gryffindors had no idea she had calculated a whole plan in her pretty little head.

She, obviously, knew of Black's affections for Lupin and was just helping them out. She knew Sirius was a jealous creature by nature, and she also knew it would get a rise out of James for many reasons. A win for them both, really. Remus was a bit unsure of the plan. But Y/n knew it would work.

She felt the pairs of eyes on them and flipped around, moving Remus' hand onto her left ass cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "We got 'em." She said, with a wolfish grin.

He shook his head in amazement. If he wasn't totally gay and into his best mate, he thought Y/n might be worth a shot. She was absolutely perfect.

"Jesus Y/n. You are fucking brilliant."

It wasn't long until Sirius snapped out of his daze. To be fair it was hard to decide who to watch, both Y/n and Remus were really attractive. Bisexual panic was his main worry at that moment.

"May I cut in?" Said Sirius, his raven locks shining under the coloured lighting.

Y/n giggled wrapping her arms around Sirius, leaning into him, her tits pushed up against him. She loved to cause a bit of drama between them all. "Sure, Handsome. Plenty of me to go around."

He rolled his eyes. "Not you. But you do look fit tonight, L/n, do us all a favour and shag James already."

Her confidence crumbled a bit. "Shut up Black." She turned to Remus who was blushing at Sirius' attention. "Bye Love, have fun."

He nodded distracted by Sirius's burning gaze.

Y/n stepped away satisfied with the outcome. All they needed was a little push. She was startled to feel a breath on her neck and a tall presence behind her. So close to her that it was startling. The smell was familiar, something minty, sweet smelling aftershave, and freshly mowed grass.

James Potter.

"Hey Potter," She said trying not to let his close presence make her falter.

He had an effect on her too, just not one he even realised, it was something entirely different. She'd never admit to the cockiest boy on the planet who thought he was God's gift that he actually made her horny and she thought he was fit.

"You are so fucking annoying." He was clearly riled up. She turned to face him, surprised. He was usually never so angry. Just flustered.

She cocked her head. "Oh? Am I now?" Wanting to hear him out. Clearly, he had a speech prepared, let the boy have his show.

"Yes! You are!"

She stepped closer and his jumper felt like it was on fire he was so warm.

"No need to shout Jamsie." She teased. "I know you're just being a sore loser about me wiping the pitch with you but it was just a game. Get over yourself, mate."

He looked away his tongue poking his cheek. Y/n had the strangest urge to kiss him. "This isn't about the game, Y/n."

The way he said her name made her feel warmth in her lower stomach. Her thighs clenched against her will, he didn't seem to catch it.

"What's it about then?"

The loudness of the party was making it hard to hear. He grabbed her wrist roughly and she was shocked. James was usually a very gentle creature. She kind of liked to see him like this though, it made him look even more fit.

When he shut the door of his dorm and she was standing in the middle of the empty room, she crossed her arms, making her breasts even more visible. "If you wanted to get me alone in a room with you, you just had to ask, Potter." She teased, examining the fairly clean space.

He let out a groan. "This is what I mean! You never know when to just shut that fucking mouth."

He was close to her again, his towering frame made her feel small. She didn't show it though.

"Remus doesn't seem to mind my mouth,"

He scoffed. "You do realise he's in love with Sirius right."

Y/n scoffed, dropping the act. "Duh. I only danced with him so that Sirius would finally grow a pair." And that maybe you would too.

"That's what that was about?"

She could hear him so much more clearly now that they were upstairs. She sat down on one of the beds making herself comfortable. Inspecting her nails to feign boredom when really she was trying to slow her fast-beating heart.

"Yes. I knew that you'd flip out about it too."

He looked at her his crossing his arms. "Do you just love pissing me off, or what?"

"You just get so riled up it's funny, James." She laughed throwing her head back.

He felt something churn in his stomach, something that had been brewing for a long time, and was only now coming to the surface that he had a little liquid courage in him.

"Shut up, Y/n."

She laughed harder. "See! You look so funny when you make that face!"

He stepped forward until her hips were level with his. On the bed, she was his height.

"I swear to God. If you don't stop laughing at me-"

"What? What are you gonna do? You gonna make me, Potter? Because you seem to be all talk." She knew what she was doing. Her face was really close to his now and he felt her breath on his face.

He stared at her for a second. He wasn't stupid he knew when a girl wanted to be kissed. So he did. He kissed her.

All of his frustration and anger went into the kiss. His lips crashed into hers so fast she gasped and he wrapped his hands around her back bringing her close to him.

She was surprised he actually did it but was loving every second of it. His rough calloused hands slid under her dress straps and lips attacking her neck and the valley of her breast.

"Guess you aren't all talk then, huh?" She said breathlessly as he began to suck along the column of her neck.

He tugged his jumper off throwing it to the floor in aggravation. This just left him in a t-shirt that showed all his quidditch muscles. "You really just don't ever stop talking do you?"

She bit her lip, "Nope."

His hands coming to the hem of her dress which was scrunched up and pretty short already, revealing her small underwear. "I can work with that."

His hips shifted against hers, and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her roughly. When he pulled back he tugged his other shirt off, he was just so warm, he was sweating. The heat prickled his skin.

She smirked, he looked up at her asking for permission as he began to pull the dress higher. She nodded. "Take it off."

He slid it off quickly and went back to roughly kissing all over her body. He was still very annoyed with her, but Jesus, she was so fucking sexy.

She moaned quietly when his hips pressed into hers. The thin material of her knickers did little to protect her from the friction of him rutting against her.

Her hands began to tug on his shirt and he helped her claw it off. She threw it away her hands coming to his body. Feeling his rippling muscles and tugging him closer. He was on top of her now and she was beginning to get really riled up. He sucked on her nipples and squeezed her until she was whimpering breathily.

Her hips squirmed against his until eventually, he moved down her body, kissing as he travelled further down until finally resting flat against the bed. His face was right in between her legs now.

She was wondering if he was actually going to eat her out. Most guys never bothered with that. Then again, most guys didn't have her leaking through her undies in arousal just from looking at her. He nipped and kissed along her thighs spreading them further apart. She was moaning, positioning herself up on her elbows so she wouldn't miss the sight of him.

"Tell me you want this, Y/n." He said his fingers gently pressing against her. She squirmed and moaned quietly.

She nodded. "I do. Please." She added. It was cute, he liked seeing her like this.

Suddenly his hands were yanking the undies down and she was bare, completely. She wasn't wearing a bra. He loved that.

She looked so beautiful, every part of her he wanted to kiss and stare at for hours.

Without any hesitation, he licked a long stripe along her. The taste of her arousal mixing on his tongue with Firewhisky was heaven.

She began to grow louder when he paid more attention to her clit. The swollen bud was staring him right in the face, how could he not?

When he pulled away his face an inch from her dripping heat. "You know I have had a really fucking long day, Y/n." The tip of his middle digit slid along the opening, her arousal coating his finger. He just gently stroked it.

It was driving her mad, absolutely mad.

She whined her hips shifting. She tried to grind against him but he didn't let her.

"What nothing to say now?" He said.

She just made a whiney noise in the back of her throat, squirming. "James."

"No. You don't get to do this Y/n. You can't tease me all day to the point of insanity, whilst also making me so stiff my balls ache. You can't get away with it."

Her head fell against the bed. Her hands were clenching the bedsheets in hunger. "You know you love it."

"You drive me insane Y/n. Absolutely insane." His finger was still teasing her, slowly dragging along her heat, slightly dipping in but pulling out just as quickly. She was getting needy for him.

Her entire hips lifted off the bed in want. "James, I don't do it to annoy you." Her voice was weak and her eyes were fluttering shut.

"Why then? Hmm? Tell me. Use your words." His finger slipped inside her and she let out a long whine he.

"I do it, ah," His finger curled inside her, "because, mm, I like it, ah, when you get all riled up like this."

He was surprised at her words. This whole time he thought it was just because she didn't like him. He was glad to know this attraction wasn't one-sided.

He didn't say anything more before diving forward, his lips sucked on her puffy clit as his finger pumped inside of her. She was squirming so much he had to move his hand up to her stomach to hold her down. Her thighs were shaking beside his shoulders.

Her hands moved from the bed to his hair. "Holy- fuck me, James. You're really good at that, mm. I should've, ah, known your good at-" She whined, "-good at everything." She praised him.

He added another finger and she cried out loudly, his fast and deep pace had her stomach growing tighter and tighter. She felt like she was so close already, and in absolute shock, he had made it happen quickly too.

He was so fucking good at that. Her hand moved to his hand that was holding her down, and she intertwined it with his. "Ah, mm."

She felt so good. The holding hands were intimate but James didn't mind and he was too busy trying to make her cum anyway to even notice. Her entire body was shaking around him, he loved how quickly she had come undone for him.

"I think I'm going to cum." She felt embarrassed at how quickly it had come on. They had only been up their fifteen minutes.

His fingers didn't falter nor did his tongue and lips. Against her he replied. "Cum for me," The vibrations made her cry out.

It was as if his words were magic she felt it coming on. The rush of her orgasm crept up on her. "James!" She whined, she was nearly there.

"Come on Y/n, cum for me, do it, cum. Cum on my fingers. Be my good girl and cum f' me." He looked up at her and they held eye contact as he kept his rough and messy thrusts going.

She did, and oh my god. She didn't know anyone could make her feel that good. The coil snapped in her stomach and she felt it everywhere. She was pretty sure she blacked out for a second there. She couldn't see or hear anything for a second when she finally back she looked down at him. He was on his knees in front of her, his already messy hair even messier and he had a glistening shine on his chest. He looked ruined too.

How was he so sweaty? She frowned and looked closer before realising.

"Oh, I'm so sorry James. That's embarrassing."

She had squirted all over him. She usually only squirted after being very overstimulated, it took a lot to get her that aroused. She lifted her hands to cover her face and James quickly ripped them away.

"Y/n, that was the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. You have no idea what you do to me. Look at me, look," He spoke softly grabbing her chin.

Y/n squinted noticing a wet patch on his pants. It was creamy and blotchy. She felt a smile creep onto her face.

"Did you cum yourself?"

He looked down. "That's never happened to me before. But Jesus. I've been aching for you all day. That's so bloody embarrassing, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it."

She grabbed his cheeks. "Kiss me, James."

He did, slowly climbing back up her and planting his lips slowly to hers. It was passionate and slow, more intense than the others. When she pulled back she smiled. "I want you to fuck me until we can't anymore."

His dick twitched in his pants, he was already hard again.

"That can be arranged."

.....part two???? lemme know