#like i felt. like it was maybe two months maximum

[fairy-angel222]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—nanami is fed up of your annoying behavior

cw: smut, rough nanami, really mean nanami, heavy degradation, use of (slut, bitch), hair pulling, cumming inside you, gagging, face fucking, desk sex

a/n: this pic + mean nanami was trending months ago ik, but this is a repost so :’)

Being Satoru’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. You’re constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest things. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much. Especially when you decide to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up, hmm?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fuck, you’re so much less annoying like this.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before groaning loudly. Two consecutive globs of his spit falling onto your face followed by the sharp slap of his palm. The man using his fingers to spread his saliva and your tears across your cheeks. “So, so much better like this.”

He yanked you up by your hair. Bending you over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude.” He growled meanly.

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against him, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head rested on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the anger on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so dumb on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck that attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck, i hate you so much baby. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you as your eyes rolled back, the man fucking you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled, “Look at me when i break this pussy on my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes till you met his brown ones.

Your pussy clenched impossibly harder, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked out your every last brain cell. Slamming up harshly until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” You nodded in agreement with a cry. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short grunts, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Cum, make a mess f’ me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Dirty fucking bitch.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt his hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He breathed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. He was taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a little slut.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were a Gojo.

[twostepstyless]

Elves Wanted

Main Masterlist

SFW

Author’s Note: Y/N and Harry are drama students from two separate drama schools just looking to make some extra money over the Christmas period. Colleagues to friends to lovers ig? No major warnings I don’t think, maybe a tiny little chat about Christmas being a hard time of year. 

This is my first piece of writing in a looooong long time, so please be gentle  

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of any variety is encouraged and always appreciated - G x 

Word Count: 7.7K+

It was the middle of November when Y/N saw it. The poster looked threatening. A large font, emboldened and in scary looking shade of red. The paper had gone a bit wrinkly as if it had been clutched tightly in a hand full of piles of the same advert printed over and over again. A contact email was printed multiple times along the bottom on tear-off tabs of paper, the fact that only one tab containing the address was missing added to the overall unappealing look of the advertisement that Y/N found on the ‘Opportunities’ board in the reception of her drama school. It looked threating compared to the opportunity it was offering. 

ELVES WANTED was printed at the top of the sheet followed by a short, bulleted list of qualifications:

Must have an enthusiastic and friendly personality

No experience necessary

No maximum height limit!!!

Great pay for festive season!

DBS checks will be carried out. 

Illustrations of holly leaves and berries bordered the A4 advert and severe looking underlines on the next steps asking for a headshot and CV to be forwarded to the recruiter’s email attached to the tear-off slips. A mall elf. Santa’s little helper. Y/N didn’t think it was the worst gig she could have in the world. Another thing to add to her CV she supposed. She realises she’s trying to convince herself into doing it and she was of the mindset if you had to convince yourself something is a good idea, it probably isn’t. But the Christmas holidays were looming and her student loan never in a million years could stretch towards Christmas presents and the zero hours contract she had a greasy spoon café down the road from her flat was certainly not helping either. She was desperate for consistent income to see her through Christmas. So, with a sigh, she ripped off the email information. 

***

Across the city, Harry was stood in front of an advert on the ‘Opportunities’ board in the reception area of his drama school. Harry frowned, then leaned in closer to get a better look. He read the poster twice, then a third time, and despite his better judgment, he felt a strange pull. There was something ridiculous about it, something he couldn’t quite shake. The idea of becoming an elf at Santa’s Grotto in a shopping centre, a 6-foot (on a good day at least) elf at that, on the surface, was completely mental. But then again, he thought back to the acting gig he had over Christmas last year and thought anything would be better than that. Plus, he loved Christmas really, and getting to spread a bit of joy can only be a positive thing. He rubbed his temple as though to clear his thoughts, still staring at the flyer. ‘Great pay’, the poster said. That was tempting. What the hell? He could be an elf for a month. Maybe there was something strange and fun about playing a cheerful holiday character—something a little whimsical and different from his usual typecast as a tortured soul or brooding romantic lead. Harry's lips quirked into a smile. “I can totally do this,” he muttered to himself, snapping a photo of the requirements and ripping off the contact email and shoving it into his pocket. 

***

Y/N trudged back to her flat after leaving uni, fell into her bed and fished out her laptop to send her email to the elf recruiter. She attached her most recent headshot and newly updated CV and sent it off to the email address she clung onto. As her laptop screen faded to black, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the screen. She didn’t look happy. She looked knackered actually, with heavy dark circles around her eyes. The past few months had been a lot. Exhausting, frustrating, and filled with self-doubt. She’d just finished a semester of intense Stanislavski system classes which were emotionally, physically and psychologically taxing when she was applying them to the acting pieces she was performing. She longed for a break, for something to remind her why she had fallen in love with performing and acting in the first place. Maybe this odd elf job would do that—maybe she could rediscover some joy in performing, even if it was just a month or so of prancing around in stripy tights and painted on rosy cheeks.

Y/N sighed and shook her head, but a small smile crept onto her lips. Why not? she thought again, maybe she could learn to appreciate Christmas again. 

***

Winter had truly set in the next week when Y/N arrived at the shopping centre’s service entrance. The wind nipped at her face, the only bit of her not covered up by woolly or fleece fabric. Despite the cold, there was a gentle hum of festive energy beginning to spark. She had her phone open directing her to the disused unit nearest the newly built grotto which they had turned into a dressing room and break room for all the actors who were going to be working there over the holidays. She had to agree there would be something distinctly unmagical about a child seeing the elf that had shown them to Santa, or the big man himself, walking through the mall with a backpack over their costume to catch the tube home.  

This was it—the first day of her “elf job,” as ridiculous as it seemed. She still wasn’t entirely sure what she’d gotten herself into. At least Noelle seemed nice enough as a manager when they’d spoken over zoom after Y/N applied. (Y/N still wasn’t sure if that was her actual name or that Noelle just loved Christmas that much, she’d given it to herself, she wouldn’t be shocked if it was the latter) And hey, it wasn’t like there was anything else on her schedule at the moment, classes having broken up for an extended Christmas break this week to allow the students to pick up winter acting gigs. 

The smell of cinnamon and something distinctly chocolatey wafted through the air as she hurried through the shopping centre, the disused unit between the small Boots (the big boots was on the second floor) and Clarks shoe shop was her end goal with a note to show up at 8:30 to be assigned her costume, meet their Santa and the other elves and to be talked through what their role was and what do before the kids started arriving to meet Saint Nick at 10:30 A.M. 

She was first there. Not a shock, she’s notoriously early to everything. Just Noelle in the space, ticking Y/N’s name off the list attached to her clipboard and urging her to pull up a chair until the rest of her colleagues arrived. Tubs of celebrations and heroes cracked open on the tables for the employees to pick at if they were on break. 

Y/N quickly snagged a Malteser one from the red tub knowing those were her favourite but always the first to run out in a box of Celebrations. As she rammed the chocolate into her mouth a deep, slow voice called out.

“Hey! Are y’here for the elf job too?”

Y/N looked up. A boy—no, a man—was walking toward her, a friendly smile on his face. He was tall, like worthy of stating in your dating profile tall, with chocolatey, perfectly tousled hair like he’d just ran his fingers through it and it fell perfectly. His cheeks were also flushed from the cold, and there was an energy about him, an air of confidence that could potentially approach cockiness, but not in a dickhead way, a way that made Y/N feel suddenly self-conscious. She straightened up, trying to look more confident.

“Uh, yeah.” Fuck, she still had the half-chewed Malteser sweet in her mouth, she swallowed it harshly. “I am, yeah,” she said, his voice coming out a little awkwardly. 

The man laughed lightly, as if sensing her discomfort, and stuck out his hand. “M’Harry. S’my first day, too. So, we’re in the same boat.”

Y/N hesitated for a second before shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his-Harry’s eyes sparkled with a kind of warmth that she wasn’t used to.

“Harry,” she said. “Yeah, I figured I wasn’t the only one.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing around. “Have y’seen the costumes?” he asked with a grin. “Noelle was pulling the rail out as I came in,” he nodded towards the rail now in Y/N’s peripheral, “and not that I’m biased towards the fact me n’you are here first… but I think we’re going to look the best.” 

Y/N snorted, suddenly picturing the pair of them in the green and red get up she could see swinging around on hangers that Harry pointed out. “Yeah, right. I’m not sure there is a looking the best in those but I’ll try not to look too much like a walking, talking Christmas tree.”

Harry laughed again, his voice light and carefree. “You could be a very stylish Christmas tree. And if not, I’m sure the kiddies will love you anyway. I mean, it’s hard t’look serious in tha’.”

Y/N had to agree. She could see tiny bells on the tips of the curly toed shoes and around the base of the pointy hat that were jingling in an absurdly cheerful way as Noelle pulled the rail up towards the congregating elves, more of whom had arrived in the time she had been speaking to Harry not that she noticed them arrive. 

“I’m guessing you’ve done this before?” she asked.

“Nope,” Harry replied with a shrug, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “But I’m an actor, so literally trained in fake it til I make it.” She glanced at him knowingly. “I’m sure you can, too.”

There was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly, as if being an actor was the most natural thing in the world. Y/N felt a pang of recognition. She was the same way, always pretending like she had her shit together when, in reality, she felt like she hanging by a thread the vast majority of the time.

“You’re an actor, too?” she asked, as Harry pulled a twirl out the box of heroes and snaffled it down just as quickly. 

“Yeah,” he said round the mouthful of chocolate, “Where d’you go?” 

 “Oh, I’m at RADA,” she said with a sheepish smile, as though it were no big deal. “How about you?”

“The Conservatoire,” Harry replied in a similar tone. “It’s… kind of intense there. Everyone’s obsessed with Shakespeare n’like fuckin’ Laurence Olivier,” he chuckled. His voice tinged with self-deprecation. “Which is fine, and y’know same but sometimes it feels like m’in an endless cycle of waiting. Auditions, classes, workshops, more auditions…” He trailed off, realizing he was rambling. “Though suppose you’re the same at RADA,” He finished.

Y/N’s eyes softened a little. “I get that. Sometimes it feels like I’m auditioning for my own bloody life instead of actually living it, and the constant seriousness can really knock the wind out of it and make you forget why you started acting in the first place.” She leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms. 

“At least this elf job is different. It’s kind of nice to do just… do something fun, you know?” Harry suggested.

Y/N nodded, a little surprised by the ease in which he found the bright side. There was a grounded quality to him that she hadn’t expected, especially when he said he attended the conservatoire. He didn’t seem to be caught up in the competitive, high-strung nature of their shared world, or if he did, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it.  Maybe it was his willingness to embrace something as silly as playing an elf that made him stand out to her.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “I think I’m just overthinking it. Like, this is the first thing I’ve gotten in a minute that’s actually paying me, and I’m being weird about it. Plus, I’ve got the perfect excuse to wear a fun outfit for a month,” she giggled, hoping to match his blasé attitude. 

Harry smiled back, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “Exactly!” 

Before their conversation could go any further, Noelle, decked out in an obscene Christmas jumper with glittery yarn and flashing lights stood at the front of the now full room.

“Hiya chookies! Welcome to your first day as Santa’s helpers!” she said brightly in her bubbly Welsh accent, clapping her hands together. “I’ve spoken to you all before but just to reintroduce I’m Noelle and I’ll be your manager for the duration of this job! You’ll be working alongside our Santa Claus, Arthur, bringing the magic to life for all the little ones we’ll have coming to visit right up until the 24th of December. You’ll mostly be working in pairs which I can split you up into- or I see most of you have split into little groups already so that will do just lovely too!” 

At the mention of already being in pairs, Harry and Y/N’s eyes flickered up to each other’s with a small smile from Y/N and a wink from Harry that made Y/N’s stomach swoop as he mouthed ‘partner’ at her. 

Noelle continued, “so we’ll get you costumed and your elf’s name assigned to you, then we’ve got a few little training things to get through before we kick off the festive season with our first visitors at 10:30!” 

***

The rest of the morning was a blur of final costume adjustments, training videos about handling children, and learning the ropes of the “Santa meet-and-greet” routine. Introduce, smile, take the kid to Santa, reassure any nervous little ones, pass out candy canes til you’re blue in the face, and sprinkle as much magic and joy in there as possible as they went. As 10:30 approached, Harry found himself standing next to Y/N at the edge of Santa’s grotto ready for the first batch of children to arrive. 

Through the noise of the shopping centre, chatter and the beep of checkouts and the rush of activity, Harry caught Y/N’s eye and offered her a dazzling smile. “Well Sugarplum,” he said, now referring to Y/N as her Elf name, as was required in their training, his voice low enough for only her to hear, “here we go. Let’s see if we can make some Christmas magic without completely embarrassing ourselves.”

Y/N laughed softly, knocking her hip against his playfully. “You’ll do great. Just remember to smile like you mean it and even if we’re pretending that it’s the most magical moment of your life.”

Harry rolled his eyes but found himself smiling anyway. “I’ll try my best. Elf-ing is harder than it looks I reckon.”

As the first family approached the line, Y/N leaned closer to him, her voice playful. “Ready to bring some joy to the world, Jingles?”

“After you, my jolly little elf,” Harry said with a smile, feeling something spark between them that he couldn’t quite name, their shoes jingling as they bounced forwards to greet their first family. 

***

The first shift was chaotic.

Y/N had been bracing herself for the madness of it all, but nothing quite prepared her for the relentless pace of the Santa meet-and-greet. From the moment they arrived at the grotto and workshop themed area, complete with twinkling lights, piles of fake presents, an enormous, fluffy teddy bear in the corner and nutcrackers as tall as Harry, it was clear that the role of an elf was not as simple as it seemed.

The instructions from Noelle had been brief—"Smile, be enthusiastic, don't get in Santa's way, and make sure every child gets their gift!"—but in practice, it felt like a never-ending whirlwind. The line of eager little children accompanied by parents and carers lapped around the grotto and down the hallways of the mall and the air buzzed with the excited chatter of families, the high-pitched giggles of toddlers, and the occasional wail of a child whose feet hurt from waiting or was a little scared of the man with the round belly and red suit. 

Y/N was feeling the initial confidence boost Harry gave her, waver. The green tunic was a tad itchy, the makeup to paint her cheeks rosy was 100% going to cause her a spotty breakout and the pointy shoes, which she’d thought would be a fun novelty, now felt like they were cutting off the circulation to her toes. She was supposed to be cheerful and welcoming, but every time she smiled, it felt a little forced. And then there was the jingle. The tiny bells attached to the hem of her outfit, hat and tips of her curly shoes made every step a clinking reminder that she was no longer the serious actor she aspired to be. No, now she was an elf, and that meant every footstep seemed to ring with the joyful spirit of Christmas. 

"Alright, Sugarplum!" Harry’s voice cut through the noise as he slid into place next to her. "You’re doing great! Just keep smiling!" His eyes twinkled with mischief, and Y/N couldn’t help but return his grin, even if it was more of a grimace.

“I’m not sure I’m pulling off the ‘joyful, Christmas spirit’ look,” she muttered, glancing at Harry. “I think the kids can tell I'm not really feeling it.”

“Oh, please,” he teased, adjusting his own costume, he had managed to twist one of the legs of his red tights around his leg as he peeled them up when he got changed and seemed completely unbothered by it. “You look like you just stepped off of an elf runway. Like we are North Pole Fashion Week right here. Autumn/Winter 2024’s finest!”

He was, in fact, a burst of holiday cheer. His costume fit well, minus the small problem with his tights. His movements were smooth and confident, and he had this way of leaning into his role that made it seem effortless. Every time a child came up to him, he greeted them with enthusiasm, making silly faces to the young ones who couldn’t talk yet, or twirling around to make them squeal and giggle.

Y/N, on the other hand, had already almost fell onto the nutcracker when a child approached her from behind. 

***

"Hey, Elves!" a little girl said in a high-pitched voice, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She was maybe seven years old, with a haughty expression on her face that both Harry and Y/N couldn’t help but find hilarious. "I want a unicorn for Christmas."

“Uh, okay, a unicorn,” Y/N repeated, trying to channel the enthusiasm Noelle had instructed them to have. “Is that, like, a stuffed unicorn or an actual unicorn?”

The little girl stared at her blankly. “A real one. With wings.” As if that was obvious, Y/N thought.

Y/N blinked. “Oh… right. Well, I think we’ll need to ask Santa if he can make that happen. Santa has magical powers, you know, isn’t that right Jingles?” she gestured to Harry, desperately wanting to involve him in this conversation to get it over with quicker.  

“That’s absolutely right Sugarplum, but I’m not sure the unicorn’s gonna make it through customs...” Harry trailed off

The girl raised an eyebrow. “I don’t care about that. I want a unicorn. With wings.”

“Understood.” Harry nodded seriously. “I’ll put in the request to Santa’s workshop immediately.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Harry so turned away to get her giggles out as she organised the piles of gifts for the kids as the little girl continued on.

She gave a dramatic sniff before turning to her adult and questioning, “mummy why does that elf have all those on him?”

“All what, princess?” The little girl’s mother barely took her eyes off her phone while responding to her. 

“All those drawings,” she pointed her sticky looking hand to Harry while her mother finally looked up and over with distaste to see Harry’s lower arm exposed from where the fluffy cuffs on his tunic had ridden up, exposing the inky swirls that littered his arm.  

“I got these in prison,” Harry said to the child, seriously. 

“HARRY,” Y/N shouts whipping her head round from the reorganised piles of presents and a series of giggles. 

“Um, its Jingles to you, Miss Sugarplum,” he responded to Y/N with a sly look in his eye before turning back to the little girl, “I broke a lot of elf and safety rules,” he nodded with a sad sort of soft smile as the girl and her mother moved farther up the queue and away from Harry and Y’N’s section.

“You’re going to get sacked,” Y/N laughed. 

“Nah, no chance, I don’t reckon there’s any understudies for elves, I’m just trying to brighten the place up, they say Christmas cheer is spread through laughter,” Harry said reaching for one of the candy canes they had in a bowl to give out to customers.  

“No one says that” Y/N responded.

“Wel, I did just then,” Harry smirked before shoving his newly unwrapped candy cane between his lips. 

***

Y/N found herself laughing more, letting go of the relentless pressure she usually placed on herself. She still had moments of doubt, but they were becoming less frequent. And more often than not, Harry was there, laughing with her, encouraging her to embrace the more sparkly, joyful side of things.

By the end of the week, both Harry and Y/N were beginning to look forward to their shifts—not just for the pay check, but because of the time spent with each other. Their friendship was growing, deepening in those small moments of shared joy. They spent their breaks together, sharing their lunches and swapping stories about their schools, about their aspirations, about everything and nothing.

“I jus’ couldn’t face doing panto again this Christmas for some work experience, last year I ended up in a production of Cinderella at holiday park in the arse end of nowhere and let me just tell you never again,” Harry said round mouthfuls of the Subway sandwich he’d ran to go pick them up on their joint lunch break.

“You didn’t?!” Y/N gasped dramatically, putting her own sandwich down. 

“I did.” 

“Oh no you didn’t,” Y/N refuted.

“What y’on about? I did, I played Buttons.”

“Oh no you didn’t!” Y/N teased.

“Oh no you didn- OH ha ha, very funny,” Harry rolled his eyes playfully.  “But yeah I had to stay in a static caravan for the length of the run, and not one of those nice, posh static caravans with the deck and did y’know some of them have actual baths in ‘em too? It was a shit one, that smelt of damp and sand from the beach and had a scorch mark on the carpet from the fan radiator someone had put on upside down, the thing probably would’ve looked better if it had gone up in flames.”

***

It was the week before Christmas, when the shopping centre was at its peak. Crowds of shoppers were everywhere. Pushing, jostling, and frantically checking their lists. Santa’s grotto had gotten busier and busier and December went on, and Harry and Y/N were in the thick of it, dodging around children, parents, and cameras, keeping up the relentless pace of their elf duties. 

They were stationed in the photo line, dishing out candy canes left, right and centre to anyone who didn’t already have one clutched in their hands. The music overhead had transitioned from classic carols to the more upbeat, catchy tunes—"Jingle Bell Rock," "Last Christmas," and, of course what’s Christmas without a little bit of Mariah. 

“Honestly, feels like Christmas exploded all over this place,” Harry muttered to Y/N as a child skipped past them, jingling her own set of bells in her hair. He adjusted his own costume and shot a glance around at the sea of red and green. “I love Christmas but even I’m starting to feel a little less Santa n’a little more Scrooge.” 

Y/N’s grin was infectious. “I know, right? But I think I’m starting to really love it rather than seeing this as a quick, easy wage every week. It feels like a big Christmas party every day and really is starting to put me in the mood for the 25th.”

Harry snorted. “You’re a better elf than I’ll ever be then. I’m about two seconds from snapping the candy canes and calling it a day.” 

Y/N chuckled, her eyes glinting mischievously. “You could do that. But you’d be the elf who shows up on the ‘Naughty List,’ and frankly, I don’t think you want that reputation,” Y/N shrugged playfully.

“Well, there’s always next year,” Harry replied with a wink.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere only intensified. The mall was bursting with excited chatter, laughter, and the occasional tantrum from an upset child. Harry was starting to feel the weight of it all—the constant smiling, the relentless energy. He glanced over at Y/N, who seemed unaffected by it all. She was laughing, her face flushed from the warmth of the crowd, her energy infectious, but Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something—something more than the seemingly newly discovered holiday cheer that seemed to shine out of her pores like the lights round the Christmas trees. There was a depth to her that he couldn’t quite place. A vulnerability that was hidden beneath her new, bright exterior. He had seen it before, right at the start of their run—brief moments when her eyes grew a little distant or when she would zone out during a particularly quiet lull. She seemed melancholic a lot of the time at the beginning but the closer they got to Christmas her personality seemed to do a switch to the most utterly joyful person you could ever come across. Harry didn’t buy it, not completely anyway. 

After another round of photos, a break finally arrived. It wasn’t much—only fifteen minutes—but it was enough for them to run off to their break room to rest their jingled feet. Harry slumped down in his seat, taking a long, deep breath of the slightly cooler air of their break room. He caught sight of Y/N across the room, filling up a glass of water each for them from the cooler.

"Hey," Harry said, his voice a bit quieter now. “Y’alright?”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide and a little startled by the question. She blinked a couple of times, as if trying to shake off some thought she’d been lost in.

“Yeah, of course,” she replied quickly, offering a bright smile. “I’m just… y’know. Trying t’make the most of the break.” She gestured vaguely around; the room was empty bar the pair of them.

“Right,” Harry said, but there was something in her tone that didn’t quite match the smile she was giving him. He knew her well enough by now to see that something was off. It was slight, subtle even, but it was there.

He took a deep breath, feeling that the awkwardness of the moment would pass if he just said it. “Look, Y/N... I don’t want to make you uncomfortable n’just tell me t’fuck off if I’m overstepping or anything… but I feel like there’s more going on with you than you’re letting on.”

She froze for a moment before placing the now full glass of water in front of Harry. Her eyes shifted to the floor, her expression briefly faltering before she met his gaze again.

“You’re talking about the personality transplant I’ve had in the last few days, aren’t you?” she asked with a small laugh, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Harry shook his head. “No. I mean… yes. But not just that.” He pulled the chair next to him round to an angle so they would be basically facing each other eye to eye as he encouraged her to take a seat. Lowering his voice slightly. “I know m’not the best at reading people, but I can tell y’hiding something. You’re not as… I don’t know… there’s something not quite right about the smile you’re painting on, right?”

Y/N’s smile faltered, and she glanced away. “I’m fine, Harry. I promise.”

But Harry didn’t buy it. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something in her voice, a tone as if she was trying to convince herself of the fact and not just him, that made him feel that she wasn’t fine.

“Y/N, m’not trying to make you talk about anything you’re not ready to share,” Harry said gently. “But… you can’t just bury everything under the elf costume and the smiles. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes,” he said with a soft smile as he nudged his knee against her own. 

The room was silent. Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, clearly battling with something. Harry held his breath, waiting. Finally, she sighed deeply, as if the weight of it all had become too much to carry any longer.

“I didn’t want to bring it up, s’a bit of a mood killer at this time of year,” she said quietly, her voice thick with something Harry couldn’t quite place. “But... I guess I’m just tired. Not physically—well, kind of. But emotionally. I don’t know… I’ve been pretending a lot this year.”

Harry watched her, his brow furrowing. "Pretending?"

Y/N let out a shaky breath and nodded. “My family... my dad... this time of year is always hard for me. Christmas is supposed to be happy, right? But it just... reminds me of everything I’ve lost. Things that don’t work out. People who move on.” She paused, her voice trembling just slightly. “I didn’t want to let it affect my job here. I didn’t want to ruin the fun, or the magic… and I guess it’s been a lot.”

Harry felt a pang of sympathy for her. The words hung in the air like fragile glass, and he could see how much it had cost her to admit it. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say, he just nodded, understanding. “I get it,” he said eventually. “Y’don’t have to keep pretending, though. Not round me anyway.”

She gave him a small, relieved smile, but there was still sadness behind her eyes. “Thanks, Harry,” she whispered, almost as if she were speaking to herself. “I think I just needed someone to hear it. Even if it’s just for a second. I’m just… knackered,” she sighed.

Harry leant closer, offering gentle smile his hand reaching down to squeeze her knee. “Anytime. You know that.”

For the last few moments of their break, they just sat there, sipping on their water and cooling down for a bit, the noise of the shopping centre drifting in from the distance. Harry didn’t push her to say more, but they both knew something had shifted between them in that moment. Y/N wasn’t just his elf colleague anymore. She was a person with a past, with scars, with feelings. And Harry wanted to be there for her, even if it meant just offering an ear if she needed it.

And maybe she just needed to know that someone was there to listen, even someone she met working at Santa’s Grotto.

The break ended with the sound of a loud cheer coming from the main concourse of the shopping centre, where a new group of children had gathered to see Santa. Y/N downed the rest of her water and gave her cheeks a few quick pats to wake herself up, as if the moment of vulnerability had never happened, and smiled at Harry.

“Ready for round two?” she asked, her voice lighter than before.

Harry nodded. “Let’s do this Sugarplum.” And for the first time in a long while, Harry realized that sometimes, just being real with someone else was the greatest gift of all.

***

The day before Christmas was a blur of lights, music, and the constant hum of holiday energy. For such a manic day, it was a slow one. Harry had stopped counting the hours long ago of his shifts long ago; it was just a matter of getting through the day, but with Y/N by his side, it felt bearable. Their friendship had become a steady constant, something Harry looked forward to in the midst of the holiday madness. They spent their breaks together, talked about everything and nothing, and found little ways to make each other laugh.

But today felt different. There was a quiet tension in the air between them, an unspoken awareness that lingered longer than usual. It was approaching midday on Christmas Eve, the final shift before the big day. The mall was packed, the halls full of families rushing to get those last-minute photos with Santa, children buzzing with excitement. Harry and Y/N had just finished their break and were back on as Jingles and Sugarplum, standing in front of the grotto. They had gotten good at this—good at smiling until their cheeks hurt, good at posing for photos, good at handing out candy canes like it was second nature. But today, something felt… off. Something wasn’t quite as simple as it had been before.

“Last day,” Y/N said, adjusting her costume, the bells twinkling and punctuating her sentence, her tone almost too casual as she looked around at the busy area. “Can y’believe it’s finally Christmas Eve?”

Harry shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “It kind of feels like we’ve been doing this forever, doesn’t it? Like, time doesn’t even work anymore.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, her eyes scanning the crowd. Then, turning back to Harry, her gaze lingered a moment too long. “You know, I’ve actually really enjoyed this. Not the work, obviously, but… the time we’ve spent together. It’s been…” She hesitated, glancing down at her costume before meeting his eyes again. “Nice. A break from my usual, I guess.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t say it directly, but there was something in her voice that made him wonder if she felt the same way he did.

“I get that,” he said, his voice a little quieter than before. “It’s kind of hard to explain, but I feel like we’ve gotten into this rhythm. You know what I mean?”

She smiled, that familiar, easy smile that made him feel like he was the only one in the room. “Exactly. We’ve somehow survived this madness, and now it’s almost over.”

As they stood there, exchanging glances with the busy families waiting in line, Harry couldn’t help but feel a sense of… finality. He had been dreading the end of this gig, not because he didn’t want to go back to the conservatoire and his classes after break but because he didn’t want to not see Y/N every day. The idea of her becoming just another friendly face in the crowd of his life was akin to one of Shakespeare’s tragedies to him, he didn’t want that at all.

“You’re right,” he said slowly, “I don’t want it to be over. This... thing we’ve got going on, I mean.”

Y/N paused, her eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion. “What do you mean, ‘this thing’?” 

Fuck, Harry thought as looked down at his hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious, a rarity for him. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe he was just imagining that there was something between them. But the way her voice softened when she spoke to him, the way they laughed together, the way he felt this inexplicable pull towards her. 

“This thing where it’s easy to talk t’you. Where we don’t have to pretend with each other,” he said carefully, his heart pounding a little harder in his chest. “Where… I don’t know… I feel like I can be myself at least.”

She blinked, processing his words. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, but then her lips curled into a slow, thoughtful smile. “I know what you mean,” she said softly. “It’s like… we don’t have to be perfect all the time, right? Like, we can just… be. Together.”

The way she said the word “together” sent a small shiver down Harry’s spine. He could feel the air between them shift, and suddenly, he wasn’t sure if it was just the holiday magic, or something more. Something deeper.

He took a deep breath, stepping a little closer to her. “Y/N, I—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud wail from a child pierced the air, cutting through the moment like a knife. The child, no older than six, was tugging at her mother’s sleeve, refusing to get anywhere near the front door of the grotto where on the other side she’d meet Santa. Her voice was a screech of fear almost, desperate to leave.

Harry and Y/N immediately snapped back into their roles, the brief, intimate moment forgotten in an instant. It was as though the world had snapped back into its chaotic rhythm. Harry plastered on his best elf smile and turned to the mother, ready to jump back into character.

“Everything okay here?” he asked, though his mind was still racing with the things he had almost said to Y/N.

Y/N, ever the professional, was immediately by Harry’s side, kneeling down to the little girls height. “Hey there sweetness, I’m Sugarplum and this is my pal Jingles,” she said in a gentle, soothing voice nodding to Harry who waved at the shy little girl. “Y’know, Santa’s not so bad. Look, we’re elves and have worked with the big man for forever, and we think he’s pretty cool, isn’t that right Jingles?” 

The little girl sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve of her little red coat, before glancing up at Y/N and Harry with watery eyes. “Really?”

“Absolutely!” Harry said with a wink, before he too knelt down to the girls’ level, his voice bright and reassuring. “Santa’s just a big teddy bear. In fact he gave me this,” Harry pulled a candy cane from his pocket with a flourish, “t’give to you before we go in and see him!”

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, before nodding slowly reaching out to wrap her fingers around the candy cane Harry held out to her, “Okay…”

As the little girl settled, Harry couldn’t help but glance over at Y/N. She had a way with the kids who were a little scared or nervous, a warmth that made him admire her even more. She always knew exactly what to say, always had the right level of energy to make them feel better. It was something he’d noticed before, but today, it felt like a piece of the larger picture. When the little girl finally took a seat on the stool next to Santa’s chair and was yapping away listing off things she wanted for Christmas as well as things she thinks he should give her baby brother, Harry and Y/N exchanged a smile at a job well done. 

As the rest of the day wore on, the mall’s energy peaked and then began to mellow. The final families arrived, children almost vibrating with excitement at Santa’s imminent arrival, parents frantically snapping photos. In the quiet moments between families, Harry found himself stealing glances at Y/N. She was still the same—cheerful, warm, effortlessly glowing—but there was a new layer between them now, an unspoken understanding.

Finally, as the evening came to a close, the last group of families having exited with their pictures in hand. Santa waving a big goodbye to any straggler groups citing that he had a long night ahead of him and had to go see Mrs Claus before he set off on his journey around the world. Harry and Y/N were left alone in the grotto, it was just the two of them now, standing in the glow of the Christmas lights, the last traces of holiday music playing softly in the background.

Y/N turned to Harry, her eyes locking with his. “I guess this is it,” she said softly, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, his heart beating just a little faster. “It’s weird. I kind of thought it would feel like a relief when it was over, but… now it’s here, it feels… wrong, somehow.”

Y/N smiled softly, stepping a little closer to him. “It’s not over, Harry. It’s just… different now.”

He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I hope so.”

And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, they both leaned in, just inches apart. The air between them was charged, the magic of Christmas, the long month and a half of working side by side, and the undeniable pull they felt toward each other all converging in that one perfect instant.

Before Harry could think too much about it, Y/N closed the small gap, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with something deeper—something neither of them could deny any longer.

The moment held, timeless and sweet, as they finally gave in to the feelings that had been building between them, and as they pulled back, breathing in the shared warmth of the kiss, it was clear to both of them: this was only the beginning.

“D’you think we can go get changed now? I never want to see or feel another pair of fucking tights anywhere near my legs for a long, long time,” Harry said as Y/N burst into fitful giggles her face slumping against his shoulder as she laughed

***

They had swapped numbers early on in their job, Harry’s suggestion since they were paired together in case one of the two were to be poorly or running late but had never used those numbers. As much as Harry’s fingers twitched to do so. 

They separated outside the mall after their kiss, both rushing off to get to their families to spend Christmas Day with them. Christmas morning came with a quiet calm. Y/N had expected to wake up feeling exhausted, her muscles sore from the constant running around, the endless hours of standing in character, smiling for the camera, but instead, she woke up in her bedroom at her Mum’s house… on edge. Like something had shifted, and now the world around her seemed to have rearranged itself, in ways she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for.

She also woke up to a text and her heart took off running. 

Harry 🧝‍♂️ 🎄 : Merry Christmas Sugarplum!! Hope your day is as magic as you are xx

Fucking hell, he sent kisses, KISSES… Should she send kisses back, never mind the kisses she needs to type the actual text first.

Y/N: and a merry christmas to you jingles. have a lovely day with your family Harry xx

He sent two kisses so she sent two kisses, that seemed a safe bet. 

Harry 🧝‍♂️ 🎄: When are you back in the city? Xxx

THREE KISSES!

Y/N:  i’m back on the 28th, you? :) xxx

Harry 🧝‍♂️ 🎄: Crazy, me too! I’m going to hope you don’t have New Years plans yet and wanted to ask if you wanted to do something with me? Ring in the new year together? Xxx 

A second text came in before Y/N even managed to process what the first one had said. 

Harry 🧝‍♂️ 🎄: Plus I’m not going to lie, going from seeing you and spending all day every day with you to not seeing you at all today is shit and I’ve decided I hate it xxx 

Y/N:  yes!!! let’s do it, i didn’t have any plans anyway so absolutely want to spend it with you xxx 

Y/N:  p.s i hate it too :( xxx 

***

They had met outside the tube station, a warm embrace on the pavement as a greeting as they began their walk to find a spot on Primrose Hill for the night, filling each other in on what they had been up to on Christmas Day and the days since. They had both booked a few auditions for the first few weeks of January and Y/N had decided she was changing her life in the New Year and had done a massive clear out and deep clean of her flat. And Harry? Well, he’d came home from his Mum’s with a pet cat in tow, one his Mum had recently been fostering and Harry fell in love within the space of a few hours. He’d called her Jingles. 

They found a spot on Primrose Hill, both of them unpacking the bags they had brought with them. A picnic blanket each they layered on top of each other to shield their bums from the cold ground. A flask of soup and a flask of tea to keep them warm as well as some snacks and tinned cocktails to see them through the night to the bells. Harry also had a half-sized bottle of champagne tucked in his bag for them to pop at midnight. 

They spent their evening wrapped up in each other in their own little bubble getting to know one another more than they already did and as Midnight came and fireworks began to pop and sizzle in the sky and people around them waved glittering sparklers around and the nearest church bells rang signifying a new hour and a new year Harry kissed Y/N again, this time with more certainty, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the joy of being with someone who understood her completely. For the first time, in what felt like forever, Y/N realized she didn’t need anything else.

They had everything right here and they thought that was pretty magical.

[sahisan]

Hello could you do birthday smut with either scara or kazuha or maybe both by chance since I my birthday I was wondering what links you would do but maybe you could add a bit of prasing in it?

★ summary: scaramouche x fem!reader. he gives you the best birthday present.

☆ cw: nsfw. oral recieving (reader). cunnilingus. overstimulation (a bit?). praise. use of "good girl", "love". 954 words.

☾ a/n: ty for this req! i'm really, like really sorry i ignored it for almost a month and happy late birthday to you! sorry no kazuha here though. (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) this post is also a thank you for 100 followers. for every and each one who follow me and support my works! thank you so much!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

this was definitely not how you intended to celebrate your birthday.

but it was definitely how scaramouche's imagined.

scaramouche’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair again, pulling him closer to your needy heat once more. how many times have you come on his tongue already? the action sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, fueling his desire to please you again and again, until you'll be satisfied. he groaned softly against you, the vibrations adding to the sensations on your clit yet again.

"you can't get enough of me, can you?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. his tongue expertly flicked and swirled against your swollen clit, his movements becoming more demanding and insistent, hearing your whimpers, that you truly tried to hold back, seeping out of your mouth much more loudly this time. "though, i can't deny you taste so fucking good... seems that it's me who can't get enough of you, huh?"

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he intensified his efforts, his mouth working you over with a relentless determination. the your body tensed, the way your moans were growing louder with each passing moment... this was just as he liked it.

you could feel yourself getting lost in the heady mixture of desire and need coursing through your veins, all of your body. the intensity of the moment fueled your aching desire, transforming his rough touch into something desperate and raw, making your fingers possessively tug on his hair once more, guiding his face closer and closer, with almost no gap between your cunt and his lips.

"s-scara- faster, a-ah... please, more!.." as your pleas filled the room, scaramouche could feel the familiar tightening in his own body, aching for release. but he held back, focusing solely on his lover's pleasure, his own desires temporarily put aside to bring you maximum of satisfaction on your birthday.

he could feel your body arching into him, your fingers tangling in his indigo locks, pulling on them almost desperately. It was a sensation he enjoyed, the mix of pleasure and slight pain fueling his desire further.

but amidst the primal cravings, a tenderness lingered. scaramouche couldn't help but be drawn to your vulnerability, to the way you trusted him implicitly with your pleasure. He adored the way your moans filled the room, how your body quivered under his ministrations.

"does it feel good, my love?" he growled, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin. you had no time to answer, your mouth busy with moaning. "you're mine to devour, to pleasure. and I'll make sure you're left gasping and trembling by the time I'm done with your gift."

his movements became both demanding and passionate. his tongue flicked and circled over your clit, relentless in its pursuit of your release. he absolutely adored the way your body writhed under him.

but there was always an underlying tenderness in his actions. he would occasionally pause to press soft kisses to your thighs, his fingers tracing soothing patterns against your skin. he couldn't deny the swell of affection that surged within him.

as he continued to taste and devour you, two of his fingers joined in the play, slipping into your wetness to add to your pleasure. he curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot inside, his free hand gripping your thigh possessively, even if the main grip was your hand in his hair.

"mmn- scara... 't feels so good!.." you whimpered desperately, your voice almost pleading, aching for more. your body arched up, hips bucking against his mouth again and again. "please, don't- don't stop!.."

"mmm... i know, love, i won't." he murmured, his lips almost against your sensitive cunt, not letting go just yet.

he could feel your trembling, your moans growing louder, and he intensified his ministrations, urging you closer to your orgasm. with each flick of his tongue, each curl of his fingers, he was purposeful and focused on giving you the best birthday present he ever could.

"that's it, my love," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "you're such a good girl for me."

your walls clenched around his fingers at the praise - he definitely knew what he was doing. he held back a smirk, allowing you to guide him closer, relishing in the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair tightly.

his tongue worked with purpose and expertise, tracing circles and flicking against your sensitive flesh. his mouth sealed around your clit, sucking and teasing, fully committed to satisfying your need and desires.

as your moans grew louder, scaramouche intensified his rhythm, his actions becoming more fervent. he reveled in the taste, the texture, and the sounds of your pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the control you held over him in this moment.

his free hand traveled up your body, tracing soft caresses along the curve of your waist and the slope of your breasts. he could feel the tension building within you, the telltale signs of her imminent release. And he intended to push you over the edge again and again if needed.

"s-scara!.. coming, I'm... ah, I'm coming again!.." you pleaded, words interrupted with moans of your pleasure.

"that's it... come on my tongue like a good girl, my love." he whispered, the sensations pushing you over the edge yet again, as you released on his tongue one more time, gripping his hair tightly and not letting his mouth pull away.

he held you in his arms, allowing you to regain your breath, his touch gentle and comforting. the icy mask of his persona slipped for a moment, replaced by a softer expression.

"you were exquisite." he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity. "i hope you know just how much I crave you, love. happy birthday."

[turvi]

And I Love You So

All the images are taken from Pinterest.

"Severus and Y/n"

Severus groaned when he heard Professor Slughorn announce his new partner for potions. He thought he had impressed Slughorn enough to let him work individually, but the professor claimed that the other students could use his help.

He watched Y/n approach his desk. She looked so happy and bright. He rolled his eyes, distracting himself by collecting ingredients he would need to make potions. For now, Severus was glad that she was quiet until-

"Hey, I am Y/n L/n."

"I know"

This was how the majority of their time went by. Y/n would try to talk to Severus only to get a maximum of two words out of him. At times she could feel him getting restless beside her.

"You are putting too much Dittany root." His fingers twitched as he shifted his weight on his feet.

"Don't worry, Severus...I know what I am doing. Just wait and watch."

He scratched his head and watched as anxiety filled his chest. "It's too much it will explode on your face."

"Aww, Severus you care about me."

Severus looked at her with a disappointed look. "I care about you ruining such an easy potion."

"Trust me, Severus, I got this," Y/n said, patting his arm. Severus shivered when he felt her touch. It was so gentle and warm. His hands were never warm.

"Your hand is warm." He cupped his mouth instantly, not believing the words that came out of his mouth. It was an observation. Nothing...too bad, right? But then he saw Y/n smiling at him.

"Pay attention to your potion" He went back to stirring his potion. He never felt so warm. Probably the temperature is rising. He observed her potion and saw the dark shade of purple forming. While his potion was in a lighter shade.

What made it worse was that Slughorn gave Y/n extra credit for creating the perfect potion. He should have felt defeated and jealous. But she just looked so beautiful standing there smiling at him. What did he do for her to smile at him like that? Like a sweet summer, she shone bright, and she was so warm.

Severus shook his head. "I need a drink." He watched Y/n approach their desk with a smug smile. Severus gave a defeated sigh. "What?"

"Maybe you should put more dittany roots in your potion next time" She looked at him with a mischievous smile, and Severus let her win this time.

..........................................

A few months went by. The season of thunder and rainfall was here, indicating a bitter goodbye to the summer. He sat at the usual desk waiting for his partner- potions partner.

He felt her before he saw her. Her energy was so bright he could spot her in a crowd with his eyes closed. He waited patiently. Severus knew what she was going to say. "Did you hear the thunder?."

"Did you hear the thunder?" Y/n said and frowned when Severus chuckled. "What are you laughing about?"

"Y/n, you have been pestering me about monsoon since the start of our new term. I know how the sound of thunder and rain comforts you, and you love to dance in the rain like an idiot." His tone was more amusing than taunting, and Y/n knew.

"Ahh...so you listen to everything I say. And you say you don't care."

Severus smirked at her."I don't, darling, but you sit beside me regularly voicing your love for monsoon."

For the first time, Y/n was quiet. Her heart pounded against her chest at how he smirked at her and called her darling. She felt nice. She realised she liked seeing him smile.

After the class was over, it started raining again. "Come on, let's go."

"Y/n, where are we going. Slow down."

She didn't reply to him and walked out in the rain. "Y/n, come back. You will get sick."

Y/n twirled and let out a happy squeal. "Yeah, I will, but at least I am enjoying it right now."

Severus shook his head. The sound of her laughter felt like a warm hug in this cold weather. "Come on Sev, dance with me."

He shook his head. "No. I am not stupid like you. I don't want to get sick."

"Please, Severus, just once...then I won't bother you, please." she extended her hand. Severus had a lot of worries. What if someone saw him dancing with her? What if they get sick, what if they slip and fall. But her smile. He couldn't think of a reason someone would smile because of him. But here she was so happy and excited at the idea of dancing with him.

He cautiously held her hand and let the raindrops fall on him. His eyes widened when he felt her hand on his waist, his hands finding her shoulder and waist, drawing her closer to him.

Severus heard whispers and snickers in the background, but he just couldn't take his eyes away from her. The sound of rain and her humming drowned the sound of the whispers and snickers. He frowned only because he couldn't kiss her, thank her, or worship her just because she was patient with him. Just because she held him so gently. Just because she smiled.

.....................................

Smoke clouded his lungs as he tried to make his way through the corridor. He was in his room earlier trying to find ways to tell Y/n that he loves her. The past few days, his feelings have only grown whenever he would find her simply resting her head on his chest, holding his hand, or feeling her eyes on him whenever he looked away.

Dread filled his chest as he heard screams from the Hufflepuff tower. Severus ran as fast as he could, coughing as smoke entered his lungs, colliding with students running on the opposite side. The only thought in his head as his lungs burned was to save Y/n.

"Y/N!" Severus called out in desperation as the common room burned around him. He kept calling her, trying as he made his way through smoke and fire. Then he saw her trying to open the door to someone's dorm.

"Y/n, come out now."

"Severus, students are stuck in there. I can't leave them. Get out the fire is increasing." Y/n yelled as a pillar fell down, increasing the fire.

"I am not leaving without you." He didn't give her a chance to argue and helped her open the jammed door. "I'll put a spell that will clear the way."

Severus and Y/n finally got the door to open, and she helped the students out as Severus cleared the entrance for the students. As the last student got out, Severus got in to help Y/n out, and she smiled as she ran towards him. He picked her up and got her out of the tower before the fire consumed it.

"How did this happen?" She looked up at him as he carefully put her down. But he didn't respond. He just kissed her, his heart pounding against his chest with fear, relief and love. She smiled against his lips. "What was that for?"

"Sorry, I should have asked, I just-

She cut him off as she kissed him again. Severus held her tightly against him. The dread in his chest was still there. He felt like something was not right.

But Y/n sensed it before Severus could. She pushed him away, taking the attack that was meant for him. Severus could only catch a glimpse of the hooded figure.

Severus couldn't run after it as he held the lifeless body of Y/n. The one person who loved him. The one person who smiled when she saw him. He lost her in seconds, and he couldn't even tell her how much she meant to him, he couldn't tell her how much he loved to hear her laugh, he couldn't tell her he loved her.

Severus held her hand, but they were not warm anymore. He lost her. Forever.

...............................

14 years had passed. Severus lay there in the boathouse taking his last breaths. He knew everyone hated him, and he didn't mind, he never did. He could only hope now that Harry and his friends would win the war. He couldn't do much. He finally could rest.

But as Severus started to close his eyes, he heard a familiar. He instantly recognised her voice. Was it really her? He could see Harry was trying to revive him. But Severus didn't want to live anymore. Not when she stood there smiling at him like she did all those years ago.

"Y/n!" his voice croaked, and the trio looked around, trying to see what he was looking at but saw nothing. The trio saw life fade away from Severus. They mourned his loss, not knowing he was finally where he always wanted to be. With Y/n. Dancing with her to her favourite song.

A/N: I hope this was good. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

[oldvampkitsuneeee]

I wrote this work last year and never planned to publish it, but I remembered it last night, thought about it and decided to translate this work (sorry if it's not very good :"D). Female reader. Jade almost drowned Yuu. Fluff. ***

Today turned out to be a very hot day. There was not a single cloud in the sky, the sun was shining brightly, and there was unbearable heat. On this day off, the students of Night Raven College mostly was in their dormitories and tried to escape the heat. Someone was running to Sam's store for ice cream and drinks.

Yuu and Grim were at their home in the Ramshuckle. It was the hardest for them. Ordinary students could use water or wind magic to somehow refresh themselves. Some of the dorms had cool temperatures, but these two didn't even have a fan and were sitting in a stuffy house.

Grim was lying on the floor in the shape of a star. It was coolest there, although it was uncomfortable. The cat stretched as best he could. The presence of wool complicated his situation, because it made him unbearably hot. Yuu was lying on the sofa, throwing one leg over the back and holding a homemade fan in her hand, fanning herself with it. – It’s horrible! – she shined from her soft place, – I hope this is the first and last time it’s so hot outside. I don’t want to sit in a stuffy school office and die from the stuffiness.

– Maybe if this doesn’t stop, we just won’t go anywhere? – Grim expressed his thought, – We don’t lose anything and the maximum is that if we do this, they will tell us how bad we are and shouldn’t do that.

At this moment, a vibration was heard coming from Yuu’s phone. Muttering something dissatisfied, she reached for the phone, which lay on a small table in front of the sofa. Her face immediately changed from dissatisfied to joyful.

– It’s Jade? – Grim asked with grin.

The girl on the sofa first glanced briefly at the monster, then took him aside, pursing her lips to hide an embarrassed smile. She had been in a relationship with Jade for several months. They didn’t really advertise it, and only those closest to them knew about their couple. It was Grim, Floyd and Azul. The latter was not very happy about this union, but remained silent. Yuu still felt awkward about some things, and half the time she was either embarrassed or went into denial and pretended there was no chemistry between her and the moray, while Jade liked to tease her about it when they were alone.

They have seen each other quite rarely lately. Both were swamped with schoolwork, and Jade also had his own duties as vise housewander and work in the Lounge.

– Hmm, he writes that they will cool off in one of the tanks, and invites us to join them. – the girl said, quickly typing out an answer, after which she got up from the sofa and went to her room to change from her home clothes into something more decent. – Couldn’t he arrange a normal date for you in the pool with all this romantic stuff? – Grim meowed and stretched, after which he stood up and also headed into the room for Yuu.

– Grim, it’s not a date!

– Yeah, yeah, as you say, henchman. ***

They arrived at the Octavinelle dorm. After a walk under the scorching sun, they breathed a sigh of relief when they found themselves in a cool room. The  hall was empty. It seems that today even the octotrio were unable to work and had a day off. Or no one wanted to drag themselves to them.

Yuu walked to the upper floors while Grim sat on her shoulder, where the entrances to the tanks were located. Azul was sitting near one of them. He was wearing only a shirt and shorts. The guy was sitting on the edge with his feet in the water. Behind him were plates of snacks and drinks.

– Hello, Azul! – Yuu greeted him. The guy looked at them and nodded in response. It was noticeable that the octopus was somehow tired today. She sat down to the right of Aschengrottno, also dipping her feet into the water, and placed a plate of takoyaki between them. Grim jumped off his shoulders and settled down on the cool floor behind them.

– Uh, where these morays? – the cat asked, – Jade seemed to invite us, but he himself disappears somewhere.

At that moment they noticed that “something” very long was swimming in the water. It leaned towards them, and very soon Floyd and part of his body emerged from the water.

– Shrimpy! Seal! You’re finally arrived! Why so long? the merfolk asked displeasedly, – Jade and I already thought that you wouldn’t come. – He pouted. Floyd swam up to Azul and put his legs on his chest, holding them with his hands. The head of the hostel did not object, but only handed the moray a sandwich. – Speaking of Jade, where is he? – Yuu asked. She was just about to say something else when suddenly her boyfriend surfaced right in front of her. Jade buried his face in her stomach and hugged her, pulling the girl closer to him. Yuu was taken aback by such actions of her young man. Her face flushed red and she looked away nervously. The girl timidly ran her hand through the moray’s hair. They usually did not show affection towards each other in front of other people. No matter how teasing the eel was, he himself was often embarrassed by many of the actions of his passion. It was much easier for these two to express their feelings in private. But apparently now Jade didn’t care about strangers. He had not seen his pearl for too long, had not heard her voice, had not touched her, had not smelled her sweet perfume. He only had her messages on his phone, which they exchanged at the end of the day to say how much they missed each other. Jade soon broke away from his girlfriend and dove under the water. What no one expected was for him to grab her legs and drag her along with him. Yuu screamed, attracting the others' attention. Grim and Azul immediately jumped up from their seats, but before they could do anything, the prefect was already under water. Having plunged under water, she began to panic. It was dark around, nothing could be seen or heard, it was hard for her to breathe. Jade's hands disappeared somewhere, and Yuu felt like she was sinking. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Suddenly, Yuu felt the merfolk's hands again, already on her waist. He pressed her to his chest and began to swim away somewhere with her.

– Jade, what are you doing?! Azul, do something! – Grim yelled, turning to senior student.

– You know, little seal, I wouldn’t recommend interfering with Jade now. –  Floyd said calmly, leaning his face on his hand, –  He has been so gloomy all this days.

After a few seconds the eel stopped. Yuu felt how they seemed to turn over, and then his long tail was under her feet so that the girl could sit on it. She felt like she was about to suffocate, but they finally emerged. – Jade! – the girl screamed through her cough, – Are you an idiot?! I could have drowned! – her hair blocked her entire view, so she began to move it apart in different directions to glare angrily at the moray eel.

The merfolk pressed himself against the top of his girlfriend's head, inhaling the sweet scent. One of his hands landed on her thigh, stroking her soothingly. – I just missed you, my pearl. – Jade said quietly in the girl’s ear with his velvet voice, which sent shivers down her spine. – But there was no need to drag me under the water. – she pouted, – Now I’m all wet! But now you’re not hot anymore. – Jade kissed his beloved on the temple, gigling. Sighing, Yuu leaned back against his chest, relaxing. – But don’t you dare scare me like that again. – she muttered, closing her eyes. – I won’t.

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy part 2/3

cw: mpreg, sex, controlling language, speed pregnancy

we sat and spoke for a few hours about the baby but i couldnt take my mind off how fucking sexy he was, i dont know if its the hormones but his physique and just everything was sending me wild, luckily my mountain belly was hiding my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants. the same couldnt be said for him… his massive member was clearly solid in his tight jock strap, he moved on to the couch next to me and my cock and cunt only twitched for him more.

his massive hands rested on my belly that dwarfed the tanned, veined beauties on the end of his wrists, his right hand slipped my tight vest up over my mountain-belly letting every inch of its tight skin breathe meanwhile his left hand glided up and down my thigh as my cock twitched and my cunt pulsed for him. suddenly i looked at myself and realised how much id changed, normally no man could drive me crazy enough to want him this much but its true- i needed him. i needed to please him. a whimper of a moan slipped out my lips followed by his gruff voice saying “good boy” to sooth me, those goddamn words that pissed me off to no-end only months ago are now ruling me those two words nearly made me cum on the spot when he say this though he wasn’t impressed

“tut tut, no slut of mine cums before i allow it” he bellowed as he pinched my sensitive swollen nipple causing me to moan again and drizzle a little milk for the first time “s-s-sorry” i whimpered in hopes hed allow me to cum, “sorry *what*” he said assertively “sorry d-d-daddy” i mutter half ashamed at how far id fallen for this God-like man and half so turned on it was starting to hurt my cock, “what a good little slut” he grinned as he pulled me up by my back and escorted me upstairs…

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i lost count of how many times he came on my stomach of mass proportion but i was still not allowed. and i loved it. to think only jours ago i would have scoffed and rolled my eyes over being used like a machine but this is what i needed this whole time, i needed this man to control me. i assumed after i was finally allowed to cum i would leave and later plan the babies up-bringing but my daddy had different plans…

after another few hours of not cuming daddy finally let me and it exploded all over my belly-base as my cunt twitched and throbbed while his cock was being pulled out, i felt his spawn and his cum sloshing around inside me, i was full. maximum capacity. i didnt think my belly could get bigger when i arrived but it clearly has, i cant even sit up and i know daddy will only punish me if i ask for help so instead i ask permission to fall asleep, he grants me it before he gets me to suck him off one last time, i must obey.

after a great night sleep i expected to wake up to a slightly deflated belly as i assumed the cum would have been absorbed or whatever but no… my belly was EVEN bigger again my skin was so tight it looked nearly see through i looked about 18 months pregnant!! “WHAT THE FUCK!!” i screamed “shut it slut!” daddy shouted back twisting my pecs that had also swollen more over night, this pain added to the sight and feel of my belly immediately made my cock and cunt stand at attention ready for anything daddy wants me to do “p-p-please explain daddy” i beg trying not to make it obvious im ready for him whenever he wants me, “ you see,” he growls “my cum isnt like any other, i can get you pregnant no matter how far along you already are, and my spawn tend to grow bigger than the average” he puts his hand assertively on my globe of a stomach “normally my sluts come to me only a few months in so i have more time to utilise their breed-able bodies but you where naughty, you came to me late. so for this, i must teach you a lesson”

authors note:

thank you so much for the love on part one! i hope you enjoy this part too i have a rough plan for maybe one more part so unless i get an amazing idea there will probably be one more part to this series!

[thewarfox]

There's what I think happened.

This is my theory of things. After the debate between Joe Biden and Donald Trump, the Democrats and their machine completely gave up on any idea of winning the election. They recognized in that moment that their puppet broke, and they didn't have time to build up a new one. You can see this in the frank way all of the news organizations were acting after Joe Biden self destructed live on TV for millions to see. There was no hiding his condition anymore. You couldn't spin what we saw as him being sick. There were some attempts, but they all fell away before the debate even ended.

If the election had been that night, it would have been a more convincing victory than the 5th was.

Unburdened by the notion of even worrying about winning, the Democrat party decided to run an experiment. At first there was some notion of seeing whether or not they could keep pushing Joe Biden to the finish line, but with defeat virtually assured, they didn't want to tarnish the legacy of Joe Biden more than was necessary. He's a very old and storied member of his party, however they felt about him, and he will have some kind of lineage or legacy that might continue on in politics after him.

Kamala Harris is one of the most uniquely unlikeable people in politics. Her ability to say a lot of words and provide zero meaning is maybe the most impressive in all of politics, and that's the only strength she has. She was the perfect candidate for being a test subject. If they could get someone like her even CLOSE to the White House, it would allow the Democrat Party and its media allies to really stress test just what was possible if they pushed all the levers to the maximum.

NOTHING WAS SPARED as far as tactics thrown at Donald Trump. Every possible way to spin every story against him was performed. Every possible mention of Hitler was made. They did not hold back except for about two days after they almost got him shot(which they would not have been unhappy about at all). It is very possible, though we'll probably never know, that Biden's CIA orchestrated the assassination attempts.

The gamble was that if Harris lost, she would take all the blame for the failures of the Democrat party. If she won, she would be wielded as a puppet as was her predecessor. This is a no lose scenario for Democrats after Joe Biden's brains leaked out of his ears on national television.

This is the end of Kamala Harris' political career. And honestly, I have no reason to think she's unhappy about this. I'm sure she would like to have left in less disgrace, but I saw no reason to think she actually wanted to be the president. She was the natural replacement. The legal troubles that would have ensued if they picked anyone else over the millions of dollars raised in Biden's name would have been insane if they didn't pick his running mate. And a contested convention was straight up not an option. It would have been a bloodbath. Possibly literally.

Trump won this election months ago. He defeated a second Democrat this election cycle last night. He ended two political careers last night. No matter how you feel about that, it is undeniable that Donald Trump won in spite of all effort to stop him, and it was a convincing and thorough win. What would his victory have looked like without years of propaganda and legal pressures? What would it have looked like if he had not been pushed harder than literally any political candidate in US history?

The coalition of allies that Donald Trump gathered is HISTORIC. Disaffected Democrats, a Libertarian, and Trumpian Republicans joining a 1990s New York Democrat turned Republican. The Republican party is transformed. It is not what it was in the year 2000 anymore. It has subsumed much of what the Democrat party used to be, and the Democrat party now is the party of Middle Managers, Corporations, Elitists, and Aristocrats.

The Democrat party is in ruins. It is an unstable coalition of groups that will now fall into civil war. There will be no maintaining any grip on the Muslim community as long as the LGBT is part of the party. There is no maintaining of progressives as long as the party supports Israel and ignores Palestine. There is no maintaining the unions after Joe Biden cracked down on the railroad worker's strike. Communists drove out the Cuban and former Soviet immigrant voters. Abortion has proven itself a losing issue. It's over. Whatever form the Democrat party takes in 2028 will be unrecognizable to the party of today.

Donald Trump's victory is complete and total. His opponents have nothing left they could possibly throw at him. Republicans had better fall in line, because the people that voted for this man will not tolerate anyone getting in the way of his agenda, and they will maintain a long memory after he is gone from politics.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Baby: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die, being shot

Summary: You're trying to prove to Sam and Dean that after two months of having your soul restored, you're all better. You'll gladly play the part if it means they don't worry about you. However, that facade is slowly being stripped away from you the longer you go without facing up to those feelings. You're not okay and you need to stop pretending like you are.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean pulls out of the parking lot and resumes the drive to Oregon, and you flip open the blank notebook and put your pen to the paper. Maybe in order to start to heal, you need to get out what's been bothering you. You have to do this for your kids. They'll become Sapphire Witches in the future, maybe only one of them might, but they're going to need something to fall back on when they find themselves in the same situation as you.

You pray to God that they never have to lose their souls but in the instance that it happens, they're gonna want to know what to do or how to get through it. There are plenty of books on the Sapphire Witch, even the journal that the previous Sapphire Witches had all written in. You'll write your own entries one day but right now, you have to focus on making a Scarlet Witch book.

You have to document what happened, what kind of magic you used, and how you felt so that future generations can look back on it and realize they're not alone.

Where do you even begin? From the beginning, I guess.

I am leaving this journal behind as a sort of... guide... for whoever needs to read it. I'm not even sure where to start. I don't remember much about my time as the Scarlet Witch, but I know the Mark of Cain helped me unlock that side of it. Does that mean I'll get that magic back if I ever become soulless again? I'm not sure. It's possible which means it's possible for you to gain these powers, hence this journal. The power I felt... It was like someone flipped a switch in my brain and dialed everything I felt to the maximum. It was evil. It was chaos. I could do things I can't do now. Well, maybe I can. I'm honestly afraid of using my magic in fear I'll tap into that side of me again. I craved power which is what you'll crave if you ever come across this side of you. I did anything I could in order to feed that monster inside of me, including hurting the people I love.

You take a break and look out the window before you start sobbing. Knowing how you feel is different than explaining it on paper for someone to read. It's going to be a long time before you're okay again but you have to get this down on paper before you refuse to do it. You tape the end of your pen rhythmically on the notebook as you think of what to say next.

"So, 'digging into the lore'? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Man, I needed that," Sam laughs.

"Look at that, you're finally not a virgin anymore," Dean grins. "You know what? I think it was time. I respect the fact that you know, wanted to stay true and pure and waited."

"You know what? You're an idiot," Sam scoffs.

"You even put a blanket down. Classy and thoughtful as always."

"I tried to give her my number. You know what she said?"

"We got tonight. Who needs tomorrow?"

"Is everything a Bob Seger song to you?"

"Yeah, well..." Dean looks at his brother who tries to hide a yawn. "You're tired. I'm still wired so I'm gonna pull over and get some gas. You hop in the back and get some Z's because you earned 'em. Proud of you, little brother." Dean pulls into the first gas station he sees and looks at you who is still staring out the window. "Hop up here, sweetheart."

You and Sam trade places, and you put your notebook away knowing you can't find the words to say. You don't want to rush this so you'll find some time to write later. You lean your head on the window and close your eyes. Maybe you'll get some sleep if you allow yourself to relax.

You gasp awake when you hear the sound of a train blaring its horn. You're still up front with Dean who has a book open on his lap. Sam jerks and looks around, having been shocked awake from the train as well. Dean is parked on the side of the road since there isn't a motel around for miles, and he doesn't want to drive anymore.

"Welcome to the Winchester Motel. We don't have cable, but we do have room service." Dean takes a beer from the cooler that's sitting on the floorboard by you and tosses it to Sam. "You were singing in your sleep. You know, that song Mom loved that Dad used to always play for us. I think I've actually still got the tape."

"Hey, Dean, when you and Y/N saw the Darkness, you weren't sure if it was the real thing or a vision, right?"

"It was real to me," you whisper.

"I think I've been having visions, too, lately. It's just images. I mean, more of a... feeling, really. I just had one right now, and Dad was in it, but it wasn't Dad like... like the Dad that I grew up with. It was Dad when he was our age. I guess it wasn't even really Dad. It was someone pretending to be Dad and--"

"Okay, what makes you say that?" Dean cuts his brother off from rambling.

"For starters, he told me everything I wanted to hear from him."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like Dad."

"No. Anyways, whoever it was, they had a message to deliver. They said the Darkness is coming, and only we can stop it."

"Did they have him give you any helpful tips on how to do that?"

"He said, 'God helps those who help themselves.' I mean, maybe these visions are coming from God."

"Are you serious?" you ask.

"The first one happened after I prayed."

"You prayed? When was this?"

"Back with Jenna and Amara. After I got the phone call that Y/N was gone." You look down, remembering how you wanted to end your life. I still do. "I was worried."

"What did you pray about?"

"I guess I was just looking for answers, you know?"

"Well, I'm sure whatever is kicking around in your head right now is a side effect of being in close proximity to Amara."

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Come on, man. That quote? 'God helps those who help themselves'? God didn't say that. That's not even in the Bible. That's an old proverb that dates way back to Aesop." You and Sam look at Dean like he grew two heads. "What? I read. More importantly, when was the last time God answered any one of our prayers? It's not a vision, Sam. It's just some fever dream. That's all. As far as Dad goes, I dream about Dad all the time."

"You do?"

"Of course, I do. It's usually the same one, too." Dean looks down as he speaks, unable to look at anyone in the eyes when he says this. "We're all in the car. I'm sitting in the driver's seat and Dad is sitting shotgun. There aren't any shotguns. There are no monsters. There's no hunting. There's none of that. It's just... He's teaching me how to drive, and I'm not little like I was when he actually taught me how to drive. I'm sixteen, and he's helping me get my learner's permit. Of course, you two are in the backseat, just begging to take a turn. We pull up to the house--the family house--and I park in the driveway. He looks over and says, 'Perfect landing, son.' I have that dream every couple of months. Kind of comforting, actually."

"I always dream about mom. Usually the same kind of thing, though."

"Normal life?"

"Yeah. Normal life. Mean, I know we have a family and kids which is what we dream about, but there is no hunting."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Dean, this wasn't just a dream. I'm telling you."

"Why would somebody dress up like Dad to give you a message? I mean, it's Dad. You don't exactly have a history of listening to what he had to say."

"You two said the Darkness is sending messages to you. Y/N, is this any different than her messages to you? Maybe whatever is the opposite of the Darkness is sending messages to me."

"You think that's God?" you ask. "He's not exactly a team player at the moment."

"Okay, maybe it's not God, but--"

"Look, I know what you're trying to do here. You're trying to find some greater meaning to it all. Right? Some explanation as to what went down. I'm telling you, Sam. The Darkness? It's on us. No one's gonna help us, certainly not God, so we'll have to figure this thing out like we always do. Until then, we hunt."

"Goodnight, jerk," Sam scoffs.

"Night, bitch."

It's lights out now, so you and Dean shift so that he's lying on the seat with you on top of him. You rest your head above his heart while he rubs your back softly to calm your racing heart. You lift your head enough to catch his eyes.

"Dean, I..."

The words are lodged in your throat.

"I know, sweetheart. I do, too," he whispers.

You lean up and kiss him emotionally before putting your head back down on his chest. You don't have any nightmares and you think it's because you're in your husband's arms. 

When you wake up the next morning, Dean finishes the drive to Oregon and drops Sam off at the Sheriff's station while you and Dean head to the ME's office to look at the body. After getting what he needs, you two head back to the station and wait for Sam to be done. You're sitting in the front with your head leaning on the window just watching the wind blow the leaves on the ground. Dean reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you turn your head to look at him.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I want you to be honest with me about how you're feeling. I'm your husband."

"I wish I wasn't here. I know that's not fair of me to say but it's true. I should have let Death put me on another planet when I had the chance."

"I promised you that I would bring you back and I did. I took care of you while you were stuck inside my head. Now, I promise you that I will get you back to how you were before. No matter how long it takes." You scoot closer to him and put your forehead on his. He drops his voice to a whisper. "I promise you'll feel okay one day."

"I love you so much."

"I love you so much."

You two share a slow and intimate kiss. Everything else melts away so that it's only you and Dean in this moment. You pull away just as Sam walks out of the Sheriff's station and just like that, everything comes back into focus.

"Hey, the coroner showed me the sheriff's body. It was mauled all right. Get this, his heart was missing and his was body completely drained of blood."

"So, what? Are we looking for a werewolf/vampire hybrid?"

"Say it with me. A Were-pyre. Huh?" Dean asks with a grin.

"No."

"Come on."

"I'm not saying that," Sam snips.

"Whatever. I called Cas and told him to look into the lore. What do you got?"

"The Sheriff's replacement, Deputy Donnelly, is not the brightest bulb. I got a copy of his report, through. Maybe he missed something."

Speaking of, the Deputy walks to the window and kneels down right where Dean is sitting.

"Agents."

"Deputy."

"They must be your partners. Agent Walsh and Richards, right?" He looks from Sam to you to Dean. "Pleasure to meet you. I just want to thank you three for stopping by. We really appreciate your due diligence."

"Actually, do you know a motel where we can crash for the night?"

"You're staying?"

"Yeah, we want to be thorough."

"Well, there's a motel on Downey that'll give you a good price. If you're looking for a decent meal, you can't beat Aunt Mel's down by the train station. Parking is a bitch but it's the best damn steak in the whole state."

"You had me at 'steak'," Dean grins.

Dean drives to Aunt Mel's and grumbles in annoyance when he sees the valet parking service. He doesn't see a way out of it so he's forced to use their service. Sam looks over at his brother who refuses to hand his keys over to the very young woman.

"Dean, people valet park all the time. Come on, live a little."

Dean gets out of the car and hands the woman his keys but not without a warning.

"Yeah, listen, uh," he looks at her nametag, "Jessie, not a scratch, okay?"

You three head inside and Sam gets a table in the back, and you pull your phone out of your pocket to call Molly.

"Hey, how's the hunt going?" she answers.

"Oh, uh, okay. How are the kids?"

"The girls are angels. It's Noah I'm still having trouble with. Don't worry, I've dealt with this kind of thing before. I always leave a family with everyone loving me."

"Is he there with you?"

"Yeah."

"Put him on, please." There is a shuffle on the other end before Noah comes on the line. You step off to the side to speak privately while the brothers order food. "Noah, why are you giving Molly a hard time?"

"I want to be out there with you hunting."

"Noah... I know you want to come out with us but getting an education and being a kid is more important. You'll have your entire life to hunt but you can only be a kid once. Trust me, as someone whose childhood was stolen, being a kid is so much more important."

"Yeah, I guess," he sighs.

"Okay, look, why don't I make a deal with you? If you continue to go to school and not give Molly a hard time, I'll take you out and practice hunting with you. I'll teach you how to use all sorts of weapons and give you some training. Deal?"

"Yeah, we can do that."

"Okay, I gotta go but I love you."

"I love you, too."

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Finding Adam!)

It's been two years since Morningstar family was thorn apart and reunited. It's been two years since the heated argument between Lucifer and Charlie that nearly broke their family, but now, they were stronger than ever.

Adam has since moved in with the Morningstars, helping raising Charlie and officially dating with Lucifer for about same amount of time since their big adventure. They weren't officially married yet, but they didn't feel it was too important for them at the moment. For now they were just happy with things as they were. Charlie herself was now 12 and just as upbeat as ever. Now, obtaining more freedom than before, she was enjoying life to the maximum, her fathers supporting her every beginning.

First story of their heartbreak was long since over... but little did they know that new one was about to start... as one night, Adam started to having weird dreams.

For months, whenever he went to sleep, he could hear a little boy, about 5 years old, talking to somebody... he never could make out what he was saying, but... it felt familiar.

Until one night, it finally came clear to him :

Adam, 5 years : Hi, I'm Adam. I suffer from short-term re-membory loss.

Was it... himself?

????? : Yes!

????? : This is exactly how you say it!

Two new voices cut through. One seemed to belong to an adult woman and other to a girl around Charlie's age... He couldn't place them in memory, nor to faces he'd seen... but they sounded so right. So familiar... comforting. Like he'd trust their every word and that, whoever these two were... they'd go out of their way to keep him safe.

Back in dream, what seemed to be his younger self, Adam was singing some silly little tune to himself, before he stopped.

Baby Adam : I forget... again?

?????? : No, no!

?????? : No, Addie! It's okay!

?????? : No biggy, Starlight.

Baby Adam : What if I forget you..? (Gasps) Would you ever forget me?!

?????? : Oh, Starlight, no...

Then, he felt something warm, like a hand, on his cheek. Whoever has that woman speaking, she seemed to care a lot for him...

?????? : We will never forget you, Adam... And we know you will never forget us...

And with that, the man jumped awake from his dream. He started to take deep breaths, like if after waking up from a nightmare... even if that dream was far from being one.

He placed his hand on his cheek, when he felt something... wet on it. Adam pulled his hand back to see... tears. He was crying? Why was he crying? Who were those woman and girl in his dream? Were they important? Did he know them? What was happening?

He dropped back onto his back, covering his face with his hand.

Just what was the meaning of this?

(Also forgive me I've only seen Finding Dorey once)

Lucifer: Hey sleepy head, you okay?

He handed his boyfriend a plate of pancakes, Adam thanked him and dug in.

Adam: I keep.... Having these weird dreams. Not nightmares but dreams.

Lucifer creased his brow: About what?

Adam: About these two women, one older one younger. They keep saying how they won't forget me......

Lucifer had been told about how Adam came with his current parents. He was lucky that didn't happen with Charlie. He felt so bad for Adam when he told him.

Lucifer: Maybe it's not a dream? Memory maybe?

Adam: If that's true I still don't know who they are. I can't see their faces.

Lucifer: Give it time Addie, it'll come to you.

[cxr0lo1]

the animal is trapped.

1985'

"navia laurier." my eyes shot up to look at the judge the second he said my name. my heart beating rapidly with my legs bouncing a little my tongue poking my cheek, i dont know what i was expecting to be honest. i killed a man on purpose obviously i wasnt expecting 15 months in prison

'i hearby sentance you 25 years in litchfield penitentiary maximum security prison." my face dropped when i heard how many years i was sentanced i couldnt even process that until the guards handcuffed me and pulled me into the van with them.i curled my upper lips a bit before muttering under my breath the second they drove to max

"bullshit."

**************************

two guards escorted me and other inmates to our blocks. stopping at florida, dblock,etc until we finally stopped at cblock." would watch my back here if i was in your place. be careful inmate." was all i heard from a ginger CO before she pulled the handcuffs and chains off, she threw a navy blue jumpsuit at me then left

i looked down at the little note with the cell number "c101" on it ,the second i raised my head a bit to look around i felt everyones eyes on me. some of them whispering and some smirking, i tried to not pay attention as i just walked around the cells to try and find mine

i saw 2 girls standing in the way . my brows raised as i just walked in after pushing them away, hearing another girl whistling as she looked at me before she said " hey carol. looks like you got a bunkie." until a tall girl with her hair side parted sat up on the bed which honestly startled me a bit since i didnt even see her when i walked in,she had a red lollipop in her mouth and a magazine in her hand as her head tilted

"well youre a new cookie." the girl with the lollipop said who i assumed was carol. "what'd a girl like ya do to get locked up in here ?" she asked but i was busy looking around the cell. god i have to stay here for 25 years how was i gonna survive in such a place.. my thoughts got cut off when i felt someone grab my hair and pull my face towards them,my brows furrowed slightly as i looked up at carol “what the fuck?" i groaned a bit as she spat out "when i ask you a fucking question you answer it."

i parted my lips a bit as i look up at her, i didnt realise how tall she was until i was this close to her face but i quickly replied "murder." i said as she sneered before letting go of my hair. " who’d ya murder?" i shrugged as i turned to make my bed on the top bunk untill i felt a foot kicking the back of my knee which caused me to fall on my knees and hit my head against metal, i winced as i put my hand on my head " fucking hell!" i groaned a bit as i looked back at her " told you to answer when i ask you a question." she scoffed before walking out the cell.

****** 2 hours later ******

i was sat on an empty table while playing with the food using my fork,god the food looked so fucking nasty true i was in prison but come on..the food didnt even look edible.my thoughts got interputted again with a tall girl girl with black hair and glasses standing in front of me with a slightly shorter girl with blonde hair, i assumed theyre either togather or maybe friends. the tall one spoke up as i look up at her with a confused expression " hey mind if we sit here?" before i could even answer they both sat down and i just raised my brows before shrugging a bit " im piper. piper chapman and thats alex vause, youre the only one who looked peaceful and quiet here so we figured we can sit with you" the blondie said as i nodded before looking at them, i hummed with my tongue wetting my lips before i spoke out " well im navia laurier..glad yall think im peaceful" i chuckled until alex looked at me and tilted her head "what are you in for? i mean its max how did you end up in here?" the second she asked i pursed my lips slightly before shrugging as i take a sip of my water "i killed my uh.. my step dad" i said with a small sigh as i saw chapman's mouth gape and vause's brows raised "wow..alright maybe youre not as innocent as you look." said piper as i shrug before shooting them a innocent smile. my eyes moving to glance at carol who has been playing bridge this whole time.

"hey uh..do you guys know her? " i asked before gesturing my head towards carol , looking back at them with curiousity written on my face. they both looked at each with gaped mouths as alex leaned forward a bit " you seriously never heard of the little debbie murderers ? carol and barb denning?" my brows furrowed as i look up at her shaking my head "well i know carol..we're in the same cell but whos barb and debbie?". alex shook her head with a sigh as she looked at me " carol and barb denning are both in prison because they murdered their little sister debbie, besides shes aggressive.. both carol and barb are so fucking cruel also barb is in d block thats why you cant see her around here. they almost own the blocks its like carol owns c block and from what i heard they both hate each other so you seriously gotta be careful." my brows raised when i heard everything she said,glancing back at carol before looking away with my lips pursed.

i've spent the whole lunch time talking to piper and alex. finding out theyre only in max because of the riot that have happened but i kept stealing glances at carol i just couldn't imagine how she did it, her face was cold and emotionless but somehow she looked cute or maybe i was just losing my mind in prison..by the time lunch was over i walked back into the cell as i climbed to the top bunk until i heard carol's voice "youre not sneaky you know that?" i raised a brow as i sit up before humming a bit "what are you talking about?"

she sneered as she as she pulled the lollipop out of her mouth holding it between her fingers " thought i didnt fucking notice you taking glances at me? " she raised her brows before she walked towards me, grabbing my id card as she slightly curld her upper lip "navia laurier.." she scoffed before she leaned down with her eyes narrowing. my breath got stuck in my throat from how close she was to me i could basically feel her warm breath against my face, i expected her to say something but instead she pulled away and scoffed before she left the cell.

leaving me speechless with my face flushed from how close she was, i could smell her coconut scented shampoo and the strawberry lollipop. i huffed as i laid down on the uncomfortable bunk with my hand covering my face, clearly its not gonna be peaceful here.

hiii! this is the first chapter im really sorry if its boring or bad this is my very first time writing a fiction so i apologize, theres gonna be a new chapter or two everyday ^ . ^

[seriouslysam8]

Could you share a snippet of #6 or #7? I’m curious in what state Andy and Ted find Harry, and I want to know what Ginny’s reaction is when she finds out Harry’s sick!

I’ll give you seven because I have more of that written.

If you read the MIT series, you’ll see a familiar name. 😁

It has been ten months and four days since Sirius Black had seen the outside of his cell in Azkaban when two human guards practically dragged him from his cell, his feet fumbling to walk but they only felt like jelly from lack of use. Nobody said a word to him as they made their way down a long corridor, prisoners screaming in their own despair all around him. It seemed to take days to get to their destination. Some windowless room with only a table and two chairs opposite of each other.

Sirius grunted as they forced him to sit down. Grabbing his hands, they fastened them to manacles attached to the table before they bent down to click manacles on his ankles as well. Sirius didn’t bother to look at what his legs were attached to. He just wanted to sleep as Padfoot, to be left alone.

The guards left. Sirius leaned forward, his hands carding through his knotted hair. His eyes slid closed, wondering if this was some new form of torture he was going to be subjected to. The door opened to the right but Sirius didn’t even bother to look to see who it was. All he knew was that it wasn’t a dementor because he wasn’t seeing James or Harry in his head.

“Sirius,” a familiar female voice breathed.

Looking up, Sirius saw Andromeda Tonks standing there dressed to the nines in an emerald green sheath dress and black robes. Her big gray eyes searched his, a watery smile crossing her features as she stepped forward. Her heels clicked against the stone, echoing in the small space. She knelt down beside his chair, her hands cupping his bearded face.

“Merlin, Sirius,” Andromeda whispered, a stray tear escaping the corner of her right eye. “Is this how they treat all the prisoners?”

Sirius felt a lump in his throat. He didn’t know. He was on one of the highest floors in maximum security. Nobody there was afforded the luxury of leaving their cell. Maybe those on the lower levels were given more freedoms. Sirius didn’t know nor did he really care. He had lost everything, so the sun seemed trivial.

“Sirius, can you hear me?” Andromeda pressed, her hands sliding down his face.

“Yeah,” he croaked, his voice sounding so foreign to his own ears.

Andromeda let out a sigh as she stood up. “We should sue. The condition you are in is appalling! I mean, I expected it with the way I’ve seen those on trial looking, but it’s… I’ll get you cleaned up. I’ll push for it. You’ll need to look presentable for your trial.”

Sirius’ eyebrow rose. “Trial?”

Andromeda huffed. “Do you know how much time it took me to secure you one? The so-called Minister of Magic said it was an open and closed case. Reeks of corruption and incompetence. I didn’t take that lying down. I went to every single magazine and newspaper who would listen to me. Took ages to get people to care enough.”

Sirius nodded, trying to comprehend what Andromeda was actually saying to him. He felt weak and his head spun. Part of him just wanted to lie down but he couldn’t thanks to the manacles. He glanced down at his hands.

“Sirius!” Andromeda exclaimed. “Are you still mentally there? Did they, Merlin, did they damage you beyond repair? You need to be competent to stand trial! To be able to speak full sentences!”

Sirius blinked, his thumb brushing right above the manacle. “How…” Sirius cleared his throat. “How’s Harry?”

Andromeda let out a scoff, causing Sirius to look up at her. “Harry? You’re concerned about Harry Potter right now?”

“He’s my godson,” Sirius replied, stating the obvious because Andromeda knew all about Sirius’ love for his godson. He had sent Andromeda countless letters filled with stories about the little boy, not to mention the pictures. Merlin, he had sent her so many pictures before everything went to shit.

“I don’t know how Harry is!” Andromeda exclaimed as she sat down across from him, her arms crossing over her chest.

Sirius licked his cracked and dry lips. “Can you find out?”

Andromeda pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “I’m sure he’s fine, Sirius. He’s off doing normal toddler things.”

Sirius shook his head. “He’s with Lily’s sister.”

Andromeda sighed and glanced across the table at him. “Then I’m sure he’s having a blast with his aunt.”

Sirius sneered. “Her sister hates magic. She hated Lily. She hated James.”

Andromeda’s eyes softened. “You’re worried she’s not treating him right?”

“Either she grew a heart or she’s the same bitch I met a few years ago,” Sirius replied. “Can you check on him? Make sure he isn’t…”

Sirius snapped his mouth shut, his gaze falling back to his hands. He couldn’t say the words out loud because he feared they might be true.But a trial meant he had a way to leave Azkaban, to have the Hit Wizards look for Peter, and to be reunited with Harry. Sirius had never wanted anything more in his life than to feel Harry’s chubby little arms wrap around his neck again.

Andromeda’s hand touched his. He stilled at the touch, as odd expanding feeling filling his chest. He forgot what a nice touch felt like. Sniffing, he blinked rapidly a few times.

“Nobody is as bad as Walburga,” Andromeda whispered. “I can’t believe anyone would be as cruel as she was.”

Sirius swallowed. “You don’t know that. He’s so little. He lost everything that night and he’s with a woman who despises magic.”

Andromeda sighed, her eyes searching his. “Do you know where she lives? Her name? Anything?”

A weight lifted off Sirius’ shoulders. “Petunia and Vernon Dursley. They live in Little Whinging. Somewhere on Privet Drive. That’s all I know.”

Andromeda squeezed his hand. “All right. I’ll stop by after I leave here and before I meet with the lawyer.”

“Lawyer?” Sirius asked. “You hired me a lawyer?”

Andromeda snorted. “Of course, I hired you a lawyer. I wasn’t going to let you defend yourself. What a disaster that would be.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Who did you hire?”

Andromeda pursed her lips.

“Andy,” Sirius pressed.

“Humphrey,” Andromeda said in a cagey tone.

Sirius blinked at her. “Humphrey who?”

Andromeda cleared her throat. “Humphrey Slughorn.”

“No, no, no, I’m not having some Slughorn defend me in court,” Sirius protested.

“Look, Hugh said he’s made a lot of deals for-“

Sirius scoffed. “Wait, Hugh? You mean Hugh Slughorn? Your old Hogwarts sweetheart?”

Andromeda narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes! Humphrey is Hugh’s brother.”

“So, he’s Horace Slughorn’s nephew?” Sirius clarified. “No, I refuse.”

Andromeda arched her eyebrow at him. “Do you want to see Harry again or not?”

Sirius’ heart hammered in his chest at the very prospect of seeing Harry. He wouldn’t just want to see Harry again. No, he’d want full custody and a nice place to keep him safe. If Humphrey bloody Slughorn was the best chance he had… Sirius rubbed his chin as he listened to Andromeda continue singing her praises.

“Humphrey is your best chance. He was Lucius Malfoy’s lawyer and he’s sitting free and happy, drinking wine in his fancy Wiltshire estate. Humphrey also represented Macnair,” Andromeda continued as she held up two fingers. “Yaxley.” She held up another finger. “Do you want me to continue? There’s about five more I can give references for.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “So he basically got off actual Death Eaters.”

“If he can get actual Death Eaters off, imagine what he could do for an innocent wizard,” Andromeda stated.

Sirius sighed. “Does Ted know you’ve been talking to Hughie?“

Andromeda scoffed. “Ted and Hugh are good friends.”

“Right,” Sirius replied, his hands clasping in front of him. “Can you come by tomorrow and let me know how Harry is?”

“Merlin, Sirius, you have a one track mind! There are other things you need to be worrying about!” Andromeda protested.

Sirius shook his head, his jaw clenching. “Where would your mind be if you were in prison and helpless while Dora was off with some magic hating Muggles who hated you?”

A pounding sounded on the door. “Five minutes!”

Sirius sighed, hating that he would only feel alive and human for five more minutes before he was dragged back with the dementors to rot and become a shell of a person again.

“Andy, please,” Sirius insisted.

“Fine. I’ll find him,” Andromeda assured him. “I’ll make sure he’s all right.”

Sirius chewed on his bottom lip. “You’ll help him if he’s not?”

Andromeda stiffened. “What exactly are you asking me to do, Sirius? Kidnap the boy?”

Sirius scratched his yellowing nail against a groove in the table. “If you think they’re hurting him, then yes.

“You can’t be serious!” Andromeda hissed, leaning forward. “You cannot ask that of me!”

Sirius swallowed and looked up at his cousin. “What’s the date?”

Andromeda blinked. “The fifth of September. 1982. You’ve been here for nearly a year.”

Sirius nodded, a lump as solid and hard as a rock settling in his stomach. “So Harry is a little older than two. Two, Andy.

Andromeda sighed, her lips pursing to the right. He blinked at the only family member he still liked, willing her to understand his anxiety and fears for Harry. He didn’t know if it was magnified because of his long exposure to the dementors or because there was a very real cause for him to be so alarmed. Would Petunia actually hurt a child because of her jealousy and bitterness towards Lily?

[marshmcmallowboy]

It’s been a while since I posted a life update. As mentioned earlier today I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now and today just felt right.

I’ve surpassed my maximum weight by about 10 pounds reaching 365 lbs last week

I now have two jobs, as opposed to no jobs. Starbucks has lots of fun tiny treats to taste thru-out the day, and weirdly enough opening is my favorite. Setting up the day for success and greeting everyone with a warm smile

I work for an in home senior help company. They send me out half the week for people who need help in any way, be it cleaning, cooking, or just good company. Having someone there is always good, and they always want their independence. As long as it’s in a safe environment

It’s been just over two months since I met my current partner, I’ve never been happier. They want me big and they want to be big, we’ve bonded over shitty moms, video games and are playing our first dnd game tomorrow. I feel so safe when I’m with him and I’m so happy I found him.

I’ve also been spending more time with my grandma and making sure she’s happy makes me happy. We’ve just started season three of “the good place” heavily recommend that one.

I can tell that my mental health is doing a lot better now that I’ve busied myself with loved ones, it feels good, but I also worry for the future. Can I maintain this? Will I continue to be happy? What challenges will I face in the future? How can I give myself the love that I so desperately give to others?

I’ve tried edibles and have been taking them more regularly to help myself sleep at night. It’s been successful so far, and I take one maybe every three days.

Depression keeps on trying to crawl up the hole I’ve put it in, it’s successfully stayed in there for a while now and it feels really good. Though I can’t help but wonder if this will come back to bite me in the ass.

I’m happy that I’ve been gaining more consistently. I’m exited to see what the next few pounds will look like.

[lurkingshan]

Step by Step Episode 11 (OF DOOM)

Warning: I really, really did not like this episode. If you’re trying to keep positive vibes you should scroll on by, friends! 

Welp. I told a few friends last week that my biggest disappointment would be if, after missing the mark on the emotional payoff of the slow burn and speed running the relationship, the show chose to break them up and do a time jump rather than staying with them in the present time and working through the conflicts they set up. And here we are! I wish I’d been wrong about where this was heading. Shouts to @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm for holding me down while this show fell apart on me, I’ve been all in a tizzy about it, because I really loved it for awhile there.

This episode, yet again, felt like a disjointed mess. After last week’s cliffhanger, the idea of Pat resigning to get away from the predatory office gossip fell away within a few quick scenes. Instead the tension disappeared as the plot brought them into a bubble with only their most supportive colleagues and we swerved into a retread of the Put nonsense and a new plot about Jeng and Pat fighting to save the digital marketing team via the power of Put’s quasi-celebrity and Instagram likes. Or something. I honestly couldn’t tell you the details of what they were trying to accomplish, I was too distracted by my incredulity to pay close attention to this very sudden fake problem that they were obviously going to conquer (that, my friends, is what we call conflict with no stakes). Meanwhile, the show suddenly wants me to care about Jaab and Jen again - enough to devote a big portion of the penultimate episode’s runtime to them, what a choice - after doing fuck all with that plot for six weeks. It’s a no from me. 

It doesn’t matter anyway, because soon enough we’re time skipping again! After resolving the work challenge subplot we speed past another three months of Pat and Jeng’s relationship without addressing any of their issues, and I guess I’m supposed to be at peace with being a full nine months into their relationship with no onscreen emotional advancement? But I gotta be honest, y’all. I am not. You just don’t do this with a slow burn romance narrative. You can’t spend 80% of your runtime building to something that you have no intention of paying off, and no amount of thinking about what else this show is trying to say is going to convince me they did proper justice to the relationship. I already broke down why I didn’t think the episode 10 culmination got us there, and nothing that happened in this episode changed my opinion.

And all of this is leading to yet another time jump - two entire years this time - after the big reveal that Jeng doesn’t believe in Pat at all and literally bought his success, Evil Daddy knew it all along and waited for a choice moment to deploy the info for maximum damage while twirling his villain mustache, and Pat is finally quitting for real and dumping Jeng for good measure.

And ya know what? GOOD FOR PAT. I was completely on his side in this decision. If there’s one bright spot in this episode (other than Chot, always Chot) it’s Pat getting himself together enough to realize he deserves better than the bullshit he’s been getting from Put and Jeng and walking on out. So Jeng and Pat are now broken up, but I never got invested in their relationship in the first place, because we barely saw it, let alone got the chance to live in and feel it. I wasn’t even upset while watching this breakup scene - it left me emotionally indifferent. Which is maybe the worst thing I can say about a dramatic climax in a story.

I guess next week we’ll meet Jeng and Pat again two years in the future and get some kind of happy ending. I’m gonna stick around for the finale and cross my fingers that we get all the epilogue fluff we have definitely earned, but sadly, this show has lost me.

[noodleblade]

Swerve is hosting a human themed holiday party at swerve's and he's set a mistletoe over the door for the next unsuspecting bots of your choice who enter (very cliché) :3c

nckjsendkjsfkjef any of them bots would be good, but it has to be simpatico for you <3 its a little off topic but we get there in the end:3 also look who failed their maximum 500 words fdnksjfnkdkfv

“We’re late.”

Drift hummed unbothered, glancing up briefly from his datapad as he sat cross legged on Perceptor’s workstation. 

“Fashionably late.” He turned back to quickly type out something before adding, “We all know your social meter runs rather short so we should wait for the peak to get there.”

Perceptor…couldn’t quite argue with that logic, but he still felt the anxiety ticking through his frame, his processor tracking the kliks that passed, of the time he was missing, wasting. 

For once, he had actually planned to spend the entire night at Swerve’s Holiday Bash. He hadn’t initially when the invitation was sent to nearly every mech aboard the Lost Light over a month ago. In his servos, he held the flimsy tin pamphlet adorn with tiny, twinkly lights and glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. It promised music, drinks and “fun, Earth customs!” with a crudely drawn snowman holding a cube of energon. Perceptor was going to toss it away, ignore the social gather in favor of focusing on his work but…

His optics darted to the other half of the lab currently unoccupied. Its inhabitant was on the other side of the ship. Probably enjoying music and drinks and whatever Swerve’s best guess at Earth holiday festivities included. 

Brainstorm had been giddy when he had received the invitation. His golden optics had met Perceptor’s and casually asked if Perceptor would be going to. Any thoughts of spending the night alone had flown out the window as he gave his lab partner a single, solid nod. 

It seemed now, he was back to his usual plans. He wasn’t sure why Drift had insisted they would go together, only to keep Perceptor held up in his lab for nearly an hour, but…it felt like the cosmic forces were against him. Or maybe just Drift. Despite his neutral, calm demeanor, Perceptor felt the other mech was hiding something from him. 

“The party is going to be over before we get there,” Perceptor tried again.

Both of Drift’s optic ridges rose as he met Perceptor’s gaze. “Trust me, it won’t. Rodimus is usually the last to leave and I know for a fact he plans to spend the whole night-”

An alert sounded from Drift’s datapad. He immediately looked at it, cutting off his train of thought. A bright grin flashed across his faceplates as he jumped off the counter.

“Actually, let’s go now.”

Suspicion rose across Perceptor’s frame but…he checked his internal chronometer. Brainstorm had left with Nautica and Velocity nearly an hour ago. Perceptor didn’t want to waste anymore time, suspicions and Drift’s general weirdness aside.

“Okay,” he said, standing up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off eager. 

Judging by Drift’s widening grin, it did.

They walked in silence. Perceptor forced his pace to remain slow and even, despite wanting to rush down the halls as quickly as possible. He had been amping himself up for weeks about finally making a move and talk to Brainstorm, taking those weeks to plan out his words, gathering up the courage to cross the invisible barrier of lab partners to something more. He was ready and he didn’t want to delay it any further. He just want to get to Swerve’s, find Brainstorm and take him aside to a small, secluded booth and-

A firm hand grabbed Perceptor by the wrist, halting his pace just as the doors to Swerve’s came before them.

Perceptor couldn’t even hold back his annoyance as Drift gave him a sheepish smile.

“One more minute.”

“Why?” 

It came out blunt, almost rude. Perceptor only briefly felt bad for his callousness. 

Drift opened his mouth to explain but before he could, the doors to Swerve’s opened his optics widened. With two firm hands, Drift pushed Perceptor through the opening, an apologetic wince on his faceplates.

Perceptor stumbled. He bumped into someone and braced his hands against them for support. An apology on his lips as he turned and-

“Percy!” Brainstorm yelped. His golden optics were wide, wingtips twitching with embarrassment as he clung to Perceptor. Behind him, Chromedome stood, his arm still outstretched. “I didn’t know you were coming in! Or that you were coming at all! I thought you weren’t interested or…” the words died in Brainstorm’s intake as the jet’s optics rose up to the doorway. Embarrassment, dread and anxious desperate worry curled around his field, brushing up against Perceptor’s. “Sorry.”

Perceptor remained unmoving as he let his own optics follow Brainstorm’s, landing on a curious bundle of colored aluminum, mangled to look almost like…a flower?

Almost like…a mistletoe…

Oh.

Perceptor’s brief stint on Earth had given him a crash course on Earth and its inhabitant’s culture. Even more so, his own research had supplemented the rest. Even if the craftsmanship of the mistletoe was shoddy at best, its intent was still beyond apparent. 

“We…” Brainstorm’s intake made an audible click, “...on Earth, they have to…when humans stand under it…they have to…” the words trailed off once more, Brainstorm’s optics staring at Perceptor’s in complete and utter dismay.

Distantly, Perceptor was aware of multiple eyes on them: Swerve, at the bar, grinning bright and wide; Chromdedome, Nautica and Velocity forming a small crowd beside them; Drift surely as well behind him.

Oh. He turned his gaze from Brainstorm to throw a withering glare at Drift. Unaffected, Drift only nodded his helm back to Brainstorm, ushering with his hands for Perceptor to get on with it.

Evidentially, this had all been planned. Perceptor…didn’t have time to dwell on that. Not with Brainstorm attempting to shrink himself as small as possible while still in Perceptor’s hold.

“Kiss,” Perceptor murmured, dropping his voice low. “Traditionally, speaking.” Brainstorm’s optics were glued to Perceptor, wide and fearful. It made Perceptor’s spark drop painfully. Weeks of courage and weeks of pep talks and weeks of planning all swirling down the drain as he whispered, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Brainstorm blinked, slow and owlishly. “If…If I don’t want to?”

A sickly warmth crawled up Perceptor’s cheeks. Leave it to Brainstorm to dissect the meaning of his words now. “Yes,” Perceptor gave a faint nod, his optics closing as he added, “I am…not opposed.”

The silence was deafening. 

Perceptor began calculating the probability of socially ever being able to recover from this. It truly depended on the Rodimus and Whirl factors. If they were here and watching, the ridicule would be endless. Though with Drift watching behind him, the sting would last a bit longer. He would just have to hole up in his lab for a few weeks. Unless Brainstorm still wanted to be lab partner, then he’d have to steer clear of the labs and-

His thoughts were interrupted with a quiet hiss of depressurization. Before he could open his optics, soft, warm melt brushed against his lips. Shyly, almost timid.

Hope, horrible and all consuming hope, burst in his chest as he reached forward, one hand finding Brainstorm’s arm and the other cupping his cheek.

“Is this okay?” Brainstorm asked quietly, ringing in Perceptor’s audials.

“Yes.” Perceptor onlined his optics to meet Brainstorm’s. “Is this okay with you?”

His grin was on full display, blast mask hanging gingerly between two digits. “Absolutely, Percy.”

[ghastlybirdie]

Soulmate Paradox

(eventual) Ghost x Soap (maybe x reader?) wc: 2.9k warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, character death, mentions of death, depictions of pain/anxiety/bodily harm (pls dm me if i should add more warnings)

You’ve heard of the soulmate paradox before, nearly every time any sort of hopeless romantic conversation came around it was brought up, the idea only ever taken as a myth or fear baiting to young souls. You certainly never took it seriously. The idea was beyond the laws of nature and logic, even the idea of bound soulmates were nearly laughed at by the younger generations if not for every well documented case of soulmates.

Ancient Grecians spoke about love in humans being formed by a body with two heads, four arms, and four legs; a shared form of true love to have with another, a perfect union. Until the Gods became irate with the power of humans and their seemingly limitless love, and tore the humans apart, tearing them in two.

It broke the humans, unable to live for long without their other half, their life essence draining slowly out of their wounds the longer they stayed apart, soon enough ceasing to eat or leave a single space and dying from a broken heart.

Throughout the eons humans were able to find their soulmates, an invisible red line- a lifeline almost- that lead to their soulmate, love finally finding a way to thrive in the despair. Many say that humans evolved to feel the emotions of their soulmate, feeling their sadness, their happiness, their pain. The pain was the strongest feeling, seeing as true elation, true happiness, couldn’t be felt until you were finally joined with your other, the pain a constant reminder of your emptiness.

Though there was a phenomenon that formed throughout the lifetimes of humans, one that was rare but indeed true to some and a myth to many. The phenomenon was named the Soulmate Paradox.

It is said that if one drifts too far from their soulmate, to far to feel their heartbeat in their chest, too far to feel their emotions, even too far to feel the greatest pains, and you will become- untethered.

You will feel immense emptiness, at least for a while, a hole where your bloodline once sat, and you will no longer feel. Not a thing. No sadness, yet no happiness. No pain, yet no relief. It was no longer a balance of life. It was grounded, a still object. A lone island sitting in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Lost and alone.

You used to not believe it, not for a long time. Until you were rushed to A&E for severe stomach pain. They thought it was appendicitis judging from the patterns but when all exams came back normal you were bewildered to be told suddenly, “Perhaps you are… close to your tether? Could your other be close?”

No, that was an insane idea. Grossly unlikely and wildly inane to even suggest, especially even after the horrific bouts of pain you’ve had in your one hospital stay alone. You refused to believe it. Until it happened again. And again. And again.

The pain were all on different levels but they came unexpectedly. Some were months apart while some happened in quick successions. At some point, you stopped going to A&E and dealt the pain. Most times it was only a nagging feeling, a twinge of a cramp or soreness, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon to feel like you’ve been shot in the thigh or shoulder every so often. It wasn’t pleasant.

Which is why you ran away. You walked from your place of living, your job, your entire lifestyle, all in the name to be free of the nagging, aching pain that you felt so frequently.

At first it was unbearable. It felt like a weight sat on your chest when you crossed over into another country. Like the string that connected to your heart was pulled at it’s maximum tension, threatening to yank itself from your body with a howling force of agony.

But soon enough, with gradual ease, the pain lessened and lessened over time. What was once an elephant sitting on your shoulders turned to sore muscled turned to a gentle breeze on your skin turned to nothing.

Yeah, you felt hollow now, like a strong gust of wind could knock you over; like you were missing something important in your life. But you weren’t in pain anymore. You weren’t suffering anymore. You no longer wept from the hour long sessions of misery when it felt like your lungs were filled with dirt or your nose was clogged with gunpowder. No, you felt none of that anymore. You could sacrifice the taste of your favorite meals or the warm feeling of the sun, if it meant living life no longer suffering for someone else’s rash decisions. Someone who you didn’t even know. That you’ll never know. And that was fine by you.

Though, there were nights where you wondered where this mystery person was. What could be causing all this pain, ones that left you on the floor in tears. Were they also feeling the same? Did they feel when you bumped your toe too hard on the corner of the couch? Did they feel that time where you sliced your palm open trying to cut an avocado? Did they feel the pain when you got your wisdom teeth removed? Perhaps they hated you as much as you hated them, despite never meeting. You wondered if they thought about your existence as much as you thought about theirs as you lay in your lonely room, cold in a bed far too big for you.

Even after all this time being away from home, having left it all behind, despite wanting to leave, you couldn’t close your ears to all the talk of love. You couldn’t cover your eyes to all the pairings of people looking to each other longingly, holding their half as close to their body as their limbs would allow, melting into each other into a perfect hum of peace and resolved longing. It made your hollowness ever the more laborious.

Even though you felt no pain there was a dull pang of want- need- sounding in the back of your mind. It left your heart beat a little less proudly, left your breath a little more shallow. It left you just a little more empty. And with each passing day, it became more and more difficult to ignore. At first it was easy to, then it wasn’t. And then it was downright torturous.

Perhaps you made a rash decision. Maybe you shouldn’t have left. Was all the pain that you endured truly as bad as being left as less of a person as you were now. Your new home wasn’t warm, it was bitter and void of personality. Even your food was just enough to feed the cells that functioned your body, your sense of taste long deprived of anything good. Not even seasonal candles could make up for the loss of color in your life, leaving you in some bleak dystopian hole that you called your apartment.

It was agonizing. It was… Painful. Far worse than what you endured before. At least then, the world was full of thought and wonder. Now it was just… Grey.

So you decide to go back. It couldn’t hurt. Not like it did now. All the silly little jokes of myths and soulmates were nothing more than immature ramblings of your younger self, blind to the world and the joy that a soulmate could bring. To think that you were so close to your soulmate as to even feel what they felt, all the way down to their sore muscles and aching bones. You miss it, even from the previous pain, you missed it so so much. It made you feel foolish. You were so close and your fear of whatever this soulmate- your other half- was made you flee. And now your life was a colorless book full of dust and yellowed with forgotten age.

So you decide to go back. Back home. Back close enough to where you can feel your heart pang again with an ache that was familiar and missed. You wanted to feel the tether revive on your heart again.

You wanted to feel your soulmate. Despite it all, you wanted it. Now, more than ever, you needed it. You need them, whoever they may be. Perhaps that’s why soulmates are so strong, why they call it a lifeline. Your life and the world around you depends on it, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t avoid it.

You gather and pack your belongings, you eat the last of your flavorless food, and you go. You go back to your life where you can taste food, see colored lights, feel warmth again. And you hope, with need filling your heart for the first time in… forever, that you will finally… finally meet your soulmate.

Your other.

Your love of your life.

Ghost woke up in a violent, cold sweat. His body shaking so harshly, so fiercely that the other soldiers in the safehouse thought he went into a seizure, turning him over to his side with great resistance of the masked lieutenant.

He sputtered gibberish as chills and fire racked through his body simultaneously, his tongue mashed between his teeth and throat closing when air wouldn’t fill into his lungs. From the outside it did look like a seizure, it acted like one, but to Ghost it felt like something just tore out of his chest, a gouging hole where his heart should be. It was like a pain he’s never felt before. It was new, it was unfamiliar, and it was terrifying.

He’s felt pain before. A bullet would in the leg or shoulder, a million bruises left on his body, a lifetime worth of scars to share to no one. But this? It was ungodly, otherworldly. And it terrified him when the feeling reach a crescendo, one that he thought he’d die from, until it was just… Nothing.

Ghost felt an unimaginable pain that one could never never forget. And now he simply felt nothing.

He chose his call sign for the fear he could strike in a person. For the life he lived and crawled out of. But now, now more than ever, it truly felt like one. Like a ghost. And it gave him fear.

He blinked there on the floor of the safehouse, staring at a concrete ceiling for what seems like forever. And he blinked again, this time much longer, until he was staring at the ceiling panels of some white room, the scents around him sterile and clean yet stuffy.

The medbay.

Instinctively, like the answers would be there, Ghost reached for his chest, hand landing over his heart, fingers feeling the telemetry electrode stickers stuck across his chest. Feeling for where the hole would be. The one he knew was there.

His thoughts were interrupted when chatter filled the room, two nurses coming in with conversation shared between them. Ghost picked up very little, focused on trying to solve the confusion he held inside as he tried to solve the puzzle.

He hasn’t felt a ping of wanting or need for so long, the distant feeling of a tether having long gone slack. His sense of taste and feelings were never quite the same since then, but MREs were hardly edible let alone tasteful, and he knew every groove of his gun to know where to place his hands the moment he held it, the lack of fine tune feelings were hardly a concern of his. So the slack left in his heart- in his soul- was nothing more than the left over of his humane soul.

And now it’s come back to finally give back on all the lost time. But this felt different. This felt… final.

He was left untethered. And now there was a leak in his very being, slowly draining him. The pain he felt was nothing more than the last attempt to keep even a weak connection to his other. But it was no use. They were gone and he was left alone, his open wound now bleeding with no tourniquet, left to fester and writhe into nothing.

He thought it was foolish, amusing the rumors and legends of soulmates, of your other half. But as he rested in the medbay bed, staring at the sterile ceiling, he couldn’t ignore the cold feeling filling into the marrow of his bones, flowing into his bloodstream, a wave of nothingness filling into every crack and crevice of his body and soul.

Ghost has felt nothing before. Just earlier that day he felt very little in his mind and heart. But this was far different. This felt like being detached from a space shuttle and left to drift in space, spinning in a limitless direction, never knowing when your oxygen would deplete and the vacuum of space punctured through your suit and froze your skin and boiled your blood. Drifting. Waiting. A demise surely imminent.

Ghost was never afraid of nothing before, how could you be when you never knew what nothing truly was. It was unfathomable. Unobtainable.

Yet here he was, in the unfathomable and unobtainable. Never knowing how he truly got here.

Never knowing that the nurses that soon tended to him held the simple answer, one that would never be connected back to him and his other. His soulmate.

You died. Over the Atlantic ocean, almost on your way home. Almost there to where you belonged. Until an engine failure on the plane turned dire, plummeting you and every passenger on board to your death.

You wished you could tell someone. Anyone. What happened to you; where you were going, why… to who. But now you stand in some misty haze, trying to find a break in the fog of confusion, trying to find footing in the void filled sea encasing your thoughts.

It’d take you a while. You didn’t understand where you were, no less who you were looking at. A rugged man was all you could see in the haze, body illuminated by dingy yellow lights, black makeup shrouding his eyes being the only features you could make out.

You’ve never seen a person like this in your entire life, especially not someone so large and rough, but by the way your eyes watered but never cried, and your rythumless heart aching painfully, you helplessly reached out to the man before you, mind endlessly racing to try and finally piece together that he was the one you were seeking for such a bittersweet, short time. The torn and frayed tethered attached to either of you evidence of your once connection, now lost… Forever.

You died and now you stand stuck by some force to the person you sought after, even for the short time that you did, your hand phasing through his person whenever you tried to reach for him. A ghost to hover and haunt, still stuck to your soulmate but never reaching.

You never believed in the Soulmate Paradox, there were no evidence of it ever being a thing, but some swore it was true.

That it was true that when one soulmate is too far, too far away to feel their other, and dies, the living soulmate will continue to live though only in body. The living other will slowly start to wither and fade, their spirit slowly dying as they cannot live without their other half- their soulmate.

And so the deceased soulmate will live as a guardian, a protector of their other half’s soul. It won’t stop the slow demise of their other’s soul, but it will slow it down. Just enough for the guardian to find another, another soul to fill in the gap, and make the living soulmate whole again, and in turn finally rest in peace.

But if a guardian did not fulfill their duty? If they did not find another to fill the hole left of their living soulmate? It was greatly assumed that the living soulmate will die from a broken heart, unable to fill the hole or find a new tether. And the guardian? The one who failed their bonded love? Their soul would be gone, no longer connected to their beloved other, no longer held down by the sheer will of love. And they will be unable to have a promised afterlife with their soulmate, lost to time, to the ethos, to the void. Forever and evermore.

You didn’t know when that would happen, when your clock will run out for you- for your other- but judging by the long time spent away from your soulmate and the poor condition of your lifeline tethers even while you were alive- neither of you had much time left.

Even though you knew so little of this man, who rested with a solemn expression permanently on his face, you couldn’t bear to think leaving this man- your soulmate- to such a fate. You tried so hard to reach him and was stopped by the cruel hands of fate, unable to do nothing more than stare at his form. But here you were now, next to him, and while your circumstances were changed, the need in your heart, in your soul, was the same.

To be with your soulmate, in some way. In any way. That much, in your heart of hearts, was direly true.

a/n: Im sorry, I rushed the end, but i was like a demon being exorcised writing this omg i thought about it in the shower and shared it in the cod server and now here it is

[miss-choi-park]

Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 10 - Like Romeo and Juliet

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

Previous Chapter:

[...] I only saw stars around me. Flickering lights alternated these and a tingling sensation throughout my whole body.

Shit! Orgasms with Yeonjun were in a different league.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: I don't think in this chapter are no warnings needed 😆

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

I slowly opened my eyes, which were still clogged with the sand from sleep. A savory scent crept around my nose and I thought I smelled fresh oranges. I sleepily rubbed the sand out of my eyes and stretched extensively.

It was Saturday and like every Saturday for almost two months now, I woke up in Yeonjun's big cozy waterbed. It just happened that way. We hardly ever saw each other from Monday to Friday so I was excited to spend every weekend with Yeonjun.

Something has definitely changed between me and him since Taehyun's party. Unfortunately neither of us have been able to fully put it into words. Neither of us had discussed our relationship status yet. Well we didn't push ourselves to do so. But the feeling inside me grows to know how he really feels.

The best thing that could be said right now was...that it just felt right to spend the weekends together and the occasional dinner in the work week, if the calendar allows it. Since the last weeks I've increasingly had the feeling that Yeonjun wanted more than just sex or a few nice dinners. The extensive cuddling, the caring when I was on my period, us joking around and the compliments that weren't in the least sexual nature.

I felt increasingly comfortable and relaxed with him and he seemed to feel more relaxed with me too. Our inhibitions were shrinking every day. Even though neither of us admitted it, it already felt like we were in a real relationship. The super good sex was just a nice extra.

I stared at the ceiling in the dimly lit bedroom, lost in thoughts.

It sounded and smelled like Yeonjun was making breakfast. So maybe I should get up and help him a little.

I slowly sat up and swung my legs out of bed. I stretched my whole body again before I got up, opened the curtains and then went to the door. The first thing I saw was Yeonjun with his back turned to me. He seemed to be setting the table. So I shuffled over to him, still half asleep. Before I could snuggle up to him from behind, he turned around and visibly jumped when I suddenly stood in front of him.

I smiled sleepily up at him: ''Good morning, chef cook.''

Yeonjun snorted briefly in amusement before giving me a kiss on the forehead, over which my bangs were certainly more than tangled.

''Good morning, sleeping Beauty.'', He mumbled before putting a hand on my shoulder, ''Sit down, I'll be ready soon.''

''Really? I thought I could help you.'' I asked as Yeonjun walked past me. Heading towards the kitchen again, he called to me: ''No, I just have to get two cups. You know that I have to leave later.''

Oh yeah...I almost forgot about that. Oh man, I hated that Yeonjun still worked on Saturdays sometimes.

He actually stayed at home on Saturdays, but he made an exception for his friends.

He wanted to meet with Hueningkai and discuss the remaining things for his manhwa with him. I was also allowed to read it and to be honest I would have liked to have published it...but unfortunately Hueningkai had chosen Yeonjun. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

''It's only for a maximum of two hours, little one. I'll be back sooner than you think." I heard Yeonjun say, coming back to the table.

''I told you it is okay." I tried to convince Yeonjun as he sat down next to me.

''I would like to take you with me...but you know...'' he tried to explain as he put the two cups down.

''Junny, we just had this conversation yesterday and I was hoping you'd understand that it is okay.'' I said as I took my teapot and poured myself a drink. He had been wearing the nickname for about three weeks now when it accidentally slipped out of me and Yeonjun thought it was cute. So I had it saved on my phone too.

''I know.''

''I'm starting to get the feeling you don't think it's okay.'' I joked, pulling Yeonjun's cup towards me so I could pour in some tea for him, while he grabbed himself some kimchi.

''I'm afraid you're right.'' he mumbled, I lowered the pot and laughed.

''Aww poor guy.'' I pitied him playfully and Yeonjun started to pout.

We've only had that kind of conversation lately. It was nice to not think about what I was saying. Yeonjun seemed to feel the same way.

''And you're sure you'll still be here when I come back?'' he asked.

''Of course, where should I go? Back to university? No! I'll use the two hours to browse around in my notes and then you'll be back." I said and we looked at each other for a moment before Yeonjun started to smile and nod.

''Yes. I'll hurry.''

I had to smile too. This was exactly what I had been looking for all this time. I felt so comfortable around Yeonjun, so comfortable that I hoped it would never end.

Yeonjun POV

Yes, Sumi was right, I didn't think it was great that I had to leave her on our weekend together. But unfortunately I had to, otherwise not only Hueningkai would take my head off, but also my father, who saw a lot of potential in Kai's manhwa.

It was Saturday so there was no one in the company, so I was even more surprised that the front door was open when I wanted to unlock it.

Surprised, I opened the heavy front door and entered. I immediately saw my father behind the front desk. He seemed to be reading through Hueningkai's file, which was actually left there for me.

What was he doing here?

''Dad?'' I asked and my father looked up.

''Ah, there you are! What took you so long?'' he greeted me and I went to him.

''I'm on time...Kai isn't even here yet. What are you doing here, aren't you free today?" I asked the counter question when my father handed me Hueningkai's file.

''I told you how interested I am in this manhwa.'' He simply said and my eyebrows raised of their own accord.

''So...''

''I'll attend the meeting!'' my father said and smiled at me.

Great...then it would take a lot longer than two hours.

''You've got a talented buddy there!" My father said and patted me on the shoulder as he walked past me and my eyes fell on Hueningkai's file in my hand.

''Great!'' I muttered to myself. I knew that my father was stubborn and certainly couldn't be dissuaded from his thoughts.

''Don't you want to prepare the meeting room?!'' my father asked and I turned to him. He was already standing in a meeting room doorway.

We had five of them here on the first floor. I looked at the entrance, where Kai still hadn't come through. I was hoping to get the appointment over with as quickly as possible, because I could always text Kai or call him if I forgot something.

I slowly shuffled towards my father: ''Dad, please remember that today is my day off! I don't want to drag this out.''

My father raised his eyebrows: ''Why? Are you planning to do something else?''

Yes...I have someone waiting at home. I would rather be with her now than be here at all.

''Well...no-''

''Then we'll take the time! You have enough holidays." my father said before he went into the room. I had to pull myself together not to groan in annoyance.

Luckily for me, it didn't take ten minutes before Kai arrived and we started the meeting straight away.

Even though my father let me lead the meeting, he still kept throwing in questions and objections that made the whole thing a lot longer. On the six or seventh throw-in, I couldn't help but sigh a little louder and look at the clock.

3:30 p.m....oh man, we've been sitting for a little over an hour. It seemed like it would be at least another hour before I could go. At least that's what my bullet points on the piece of paper that was in front of me told me.

I hadn't even gotten around to texting Sumi that it would take longer.

God, there's nowhere I'd rather be than with her right now.

All I wanted to do all week was be with her and I couldn't...now I was stuck at work again and my dad just wouldn't stop dragging things out.

The tendency to digress proved it pretty well today too. When I paid attention to the conversation again, my father suddenly spoke about my mother. Unfortunately, Hueningkai repeatedly confirmed him with counter questions.

''Married for almost 30 years, impressive. I think everyone wants that, right Yeonjun-hyung?" Kai suddenly asked me and I looked at him briefly before I realized he wanted an answer.

''No, our Yeonjun doesn't like to commit to anything for a longer time.'' my father interjected before I could even answer.

''Oh, I think of your son differently.'' Hueningkai said and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I hadn't gotten around to telling him that the Sumi thing had absolutely nothing to do with my father.

''No!'', I interjected and drew both of their looks at me, ''My father is right!''

Hueningkai looked at me intently.

''The only girl you ever introduced to us was...well, difficult.''

Yes, I don't have to introduce everyone to you and Mom!

I refrained from making this statement.

''When was that?'' Kai asked and I rolled my eyes.

''Wouldn't we rather get on with the meeting?''

''Don't be like that Yeonjun! Let's not dump our talented client." my father said, leaning back in his chair.

''The last and only girl he introduced to us was when Yeonjun was still in the 10th grade.'' my father said to Hueningkai and I started twiddling my thumbs around each other.

''Oh yeah? Why didn't you introduce them to Sumi?'' Hueningkai asked and I flinched. If I had water in my mouth, I would have just spit it out.

Shit! That's exactly what wasn't supposed to happen.

''Sumi? Is there anyone new?'' my father asked. My eyes flew towards him as my heart began to beat faster. He still seemed visibly relaxed. He didn't seem to be thinking about Sumi, who was the daughter of the hated competitors.

Good! I was still able to get out of there!

''Um...well. I wouldn't say we're together."

''Of course not! You never commit yourself!" my father said with a laugh in his voice.

''Oh, the kiss at the party looked like more.'' Hueningkai continued and I wanted to grab his throat. How did he even see that kiss?!

''Now let's get on with the meeting!''

''I thought you two had a lot in common, because she will also be working in the industry.'' Kai said and I pressed my pencil so hard on my paper that the pen expression broke.

Shut up Kai!!!

I hoped my look at him would tell him enough.

''What? In the book industry?'' my father asked and the last hope that he hadn't heard Hueningkai vanished.

''No in the publishing industry.'' Kai explained who apparently didn't notice my dark look at him.

Now my father sat upright again.

''Please...Hueningkai, if the manhwa is well received, we can already talk about a second-''

''No no, wait! I want to hear more about this girl!'' my father said and raised a hand to silence me.

''What more can I say? She was nice, we chatted for a while at the party.''

''Hueningkai...at what distance do you think the chapt-''

''What does she look like?" my father continued to ask and Hueningkai looked between me and my father. Damn! I could literally feel my father picking up the scent of the secret.

''Dad! Could you please stop now?!" I unfortunately tried in vain to save the situation as adrenaline slowly built up in me.

''Please...answer Hueningkai." my father begged and I used the adrenaline in me to stand up. The four eyes flew back to me.

''Hueningkai! One word! Outside!" I prompted my friend, who seemed visibly confused.

''Yeonjun! Sit down!" my father asked me and my eyes flew to him.

His eyebrows were drawn together.

Oh no! I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of finding out my secret! I definitely won't sit down now!

''Did...did I do something wrong?'' Hueningkai asked carefully, who scooted back in the chair to follow my request.

''Oh no, Mister Huening...no...you even helped me.'' my father said. His gaze was almost iron-clad on me. I was almost certain he had figured it out.

I wasn't ready to tell him yet. I hadn't even thought about what I would say in this situation because I just didn't think it would come until I was ready.

Finally, my father stood up and adjusted his tie.

''Please excuse us for a moment.'' my father said in an overly friendly manner to Hueningkai, before turning around and marching towards the exit.

''Yeonjun? Is...I said something wrong, right?" Hueningkai asked and I looked at him.

He wasn't one to blame...but I probably looked at him a little too hard based on the look on his face afterwards.

Reluctantly, I started moving and followed my father, who was already waiting outside the door.

I had to swallow! What am I supposed to say now?!

I slowly closed the door behind me. When the click sounded down the hall, my father spun around to face me.

''Please tell me he's not talking about Jung Sumi!'' my father began. His ears were bright red, the sign that he was raging inside.

''Even you can't be that stupid!" my father began and the sentence also made me feel more heated inside. The adrenaline in me was almost unbearable.

''Not even me?! What is that supposed to mean?" I asked my father, trying to keep my voice under control.

''Yeonjun! The truth now!" my father demanded, pointing his finger at me.

I clenched my fists: ''What is the matter?! I'm a grown man!''

My father ran his hand through his short hair.

''You're kidding me!'' he said a little louder than appropriate.

''I can be with whoever I want!''

''BUT NOT WITH HER!''

I flinched at his loudness and briefly dropped my gaze. Oh no! No! I wasn't a little kid anymore! So I quickly raised my gaze again, I wouldn't let him intimidate me.

''When are you going to stop treating me like a child?'' I asked, still trying to control my voice. Even though my fingernails dug into my palms hard.

''Yeonjun these are the Jungs!!!''

''Do you think I don't know that?''

''Uh...'', There was a short pause in which my father looked in every direction except mine, ''...you want to torture me.''

''What? No-''

''Do you even know how much this hurts me?''

I had to swallow. Now he wants to make me feel guilty?!

''Do you think I wanted this to happen?''

''Oh, so you're telling me that this happened by accident?!''

''You have no idea how much I suffered from being made to hate her!'' I tried to turn the tables and make him feel guilty.

''Yeonjun this girl is just playing with you! DON'T THINK SHE SERIOUSLY HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU!'' My father apparently lost control of himself as he began to gesticulate wildly. Unfortunately this statement did nothing to keep me under control.

''YOU DON'T KNOW HER AT ALL!'' I jumped when I heard my own voice. I didn't think I'd ever heard myself so angry. I wasn't by myself anymore. My head felt dizzy as the adrenaline of anger rushed through me.

''I don't have to know her if I know her parents. She's not good for you, for us and our company.''

''STOP TELLING ME WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME!!!" it fell out of me. My father seemed surprised, but it didn't last long.

''I'M SO SICK OF YOU TELLING ME EVERYTHING!'' I shouted at my father and now it was me pointing the finger at him.

''That I tell you everything? Well, if you're tired of it, why are you still standing here?!" my father asked and it took me a moment to understand what he meant.

''This! This is all just dictated by me, right?!'' he asked and made a broad gesture down the aisle.

''IF YOU'RE SO SICK OF IT THEN GET OUT! If you really want to throw your life in the trash, then please!" my father shouted at me and grabbed my forearm and pulled me a little to the side.

I tore myself away from him.

Was he serious?! That's the reason he wants to kick me out?! Ridiculous! From the company that I have increasingly been managing lately?!

''FUCK! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW GLAD I AM THAT THIS IS OUT! I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE WAITED SO LONG TO TELL THIS!'' I shouted and took two steps backwards.

He wanted to kick me out...fire me?! Then please! If he doesn't accept my decisions then why should I even talk to him anymore?

''You seriously want to choose this girl over your family?! Your life and your happiness?!" my father shouted and I grabbed my bag that I had left on the reception desk. My father and I exchanged a look before I turned around.

''Yeonjun! You can not be serious!''

Oh now it almost sounded like he was begging me to stay.

However, I went straight to the exit.

''If you walk out of this door, it will be your doom!'' my father called after me when I had already put my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment.

''Deep inside you know she's not worth it, to give up your whole life!'' my father shouted and suddenly the thought of Sumi flashed before my eyes. The way she smiled at me. I literally noticed her warm hugs and how happy I have been these past two months.

''Don't think that her parents will accept you. Sooner or later it will come out too. They hate you, don't forget that!''

With that sentence, I opened my eyes and turned my head to my father.

''My life...my happiness...is waiting for me at home. And as long as we're together, we don't need anyone." With that I turned around again and pushed down the door handle.

What kept me here? I was sure that Sumi and I would find a solution, even if I left everything behind now. There was always a plan B.

All I wanted right now was to feel myself in her arms. Hearing her say that everything is fine and that we can do it. Because even though my decision felt right, tears welled up in my eyes.

Sumi POV

I looked up from my notes when I heard the front door open. Was Yeonjun back already?

''Sumi?!'' I actually heard his familiar voice. Followed by heavy breathing and a loud bang, the door apparently being slammed shut. I scooted back in the chair when I heard Yeonjun coming down the small staircase.

''Sumi...'' he literally burst out when his eyes found me at the dining table. I was a little surprised to see him still in his winter jacket and street shoes. He stumbled towards me and before I could even say or think anything he hugged me. A little awkwardly I lifted my head to rest on his shoulder.

''Yeonjun...what are you doing?'' I grumbled, because a hug while I was still sitting was quite uncomfortable.

''I love you!''

I suddenly froze. My heart stopped as my brain processed. Had I heard wrong.

''I love you Sumi!'' he murmured against my ear before pulling away from me, cupping my face and connecting our lips.

I was completely perplexed.

Since when did he say things like that? Had I missed something?

I almost felt like I was in shock. My stomach fluttered into my throat and my heart seemed to stop repeatedly.

''I'm so sorry!'' I heard him say. His seemingly blunt voice reached me muffled.

But the tremor in his distant voice crept down my spine like an ice-cold, sharp river.

''Are you listening?'' he asked and I saw his eyes turn glassy.

''Sumi, please say something.'' he pleaded and his eyelids turned red. The fluttering in my stomach subsided when I saw Yeonjun standing there, seemingly completely beside himself.

I slowly raised my hands and placed them over his on my cheeks.

What was wrong with him?

''Yeonjun...what's wrong?'' I asked. My voice was a whisper. It hurt me so much to see him like that, I couldn't speak any louder.

Yeonjun let out a breath and pulled his hands from my cheeks. However, I kept my grip on them tightly as he looked away.

''I'm sorry.'' I heard him say, so quietly I could barely hear him. I leaned to the side to catch his eyes.

''What are you sorry for? What's wrong?'' I asked calmly, even though something was creeping inside me that had an iron grip on my heart.

"My father knows...", he said, looking back at me, "I'm sorry."

The deep breath I took was subconscious. I immediately knew what Yeonjun meant and my heart sank.

''Sumi!'' he began and collapsed. My hands instinctively reached under his arms.

''Please tell me you'll stay with me!'' he began as he hugged my waist and pressed his head against my stomach. The pain and despair were deep in his voice, which was usually so full of joy.

My heart continued to pound hard as I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him away from my stomach. Only then did I see the tears that were soaking his eyes and cheeks. His tired and sad eyes shined at me as if they were the last hope in his body.

''Yeonjun, what are you talking about?! Are you really afraid that I'll leave now just because your father knows that we are...'', I stopped...should I say what I was thinking? It sounded so powerful...so dangerous to say it...because I was also...afraid of losing him if I said that.

''Yeonjun, I'm exactly where I want to be!'' I gently say, stroking the tear that was rolling down his cheek with my thumb.

''I choosed you." Yeonjun said quietly and I raised my eyebrows.

''What?''

''You can't leave me alone because you're all I have left now." he said and his fingers clawed into my sweater on my back. I understood what he was saying but couldn't realize the scope of his words.

''My father said you or they and the company.'' he continued and only now I understand what he actually meant with the previous sentence. My chest heaved from the deep breath I took. What was he saying?!

''What?'' it just occurred to me.

I understood him completely but my head didn't want to accept how powerfully meaningful words could be. How profound his statement was. What it revealed and what meaning it had for me.

''I love you, Sumi. I love you so damn much that I'm losing my mind." he said and his words were so incredibly honest. I felt my eyes start to burn.

He couldn't be serious!

Me? He had chosen me over his entire life? What was I worth that he elevated me to a throne so high and magnificent that I didn't feel like deserving it. ''You can't be serious.''

Yeonjun pressed his lips together: ''This is all overwhelming now, but you have to promise to let me finish, please...''

''Do you think I'm angry?" I asked as I felt Yeonjun's warm hand on my left cheek. He pressed his lips together again.

''I do not want to force you to do anything. I'm not asking you to make a decisi-"

''I love you too.'' I interrupted him and Yeonjun's weak eyes immediately sparkled.

''You didn't have to do that, not for me!'' I said as I felt two tears dripping from my eyes caused by a feeling I didn't know. A mixture of joy and sadness, hope and despair. A pressure on my heart that told me how much he seemed to love me and a warmth in my stomach which spread throughout my entire body. I couldn't put the feeling inside me into words.

''The last thing I want is to hurt you or lose you and anyone who doesn't accept that-''

''Yeonjun, these are your parents.''

''There's nothing keeping me with them.'' he said. He seemed to have already stopped crying but it was me who had tears streaming down my cheeks as if a dam had broken. Yeonjun tilted his head and began to smile half-heartedly.

''There's so much that keeps me with you.''

In two months, his words seemed hasty, but I felt the same thing that had already grown deep in my heart and every cell of my body.

''I don't care what happens, as long as we're together...we'll find a solution.'' he said and I felt like I was being crushed by the feelings inside me.

I began to nod before closing my eyes and placing my hand over his on my cheek.

''Just stay with me." I heard his voice now much clearer than ever before. Not even the words I love you would ever have that much meaning like his decision and the feeling that I continued to cultivate for him deep within me and now bore flowers as beautiful as an entire spring meadow.

This situation was so rushed, I still couldn't quite get it. But he was right, as long as we covered each other's backs we would find light even in the darkest times.

The kiss we exchanged after said more than all the words in this world.

And even though I hated that drama called Romeo and Juliet it now seemed so honest to me. So realistic to apply to my life.

Because life won't stop putting obstacles in your way again and again, but love...love is able to overcome all of that and love would even make someone go so far as to make the stupidest decisions there were in this world.

But also decisions that made life worth living.

It wasn't my decision, it was that of a person who I never thought would make my life worth living so much. And I was more than ready to make a decision that had the same significance and made his life worth living so that he felt the way I felt right now.

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