#like sir you have no right to say these things

[azonewithu]

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Jennifer Lawrence

[graceface1712]

Spoiling her

SoftRafexSweetPougePrincess

Summary: Sweet Pouge princess is too poor to afford stuff like a phone. So Rafe takes her out and buys her one. And maybe some other stuff

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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“Ready to go?” Rafe asks Y/N.

“Yup!”

They both climb into his truck. He starts driving them over to the non-touristy section of OBX. There is a mall, stores, and a couple restaurants.

Rafe pulls into the mall parking lot. Y/N looks over at him confused.

“What are we doing here?” She asks him.

“We need to get a few things.” He says before getting out of his truck and quickly walking over to open her door. He stretches out his hand to her and she grabs it. They walk hand in hand into the mall.

Y/N has only ever been here a few times. And it was mainly because Kiara had money and wanted to buy some stuff and invited Y/N. But she didn't buy anything, just tagged along.

Rafe leads her through the mall before she finally sees where he must be heading. The Apple Store. Becoming more confused, she turns her head to Rafe’s. They walk in together.

“What are we doing here?” She asks him again.

“We’re buying you a phone.” Rafe says it's no big deal. Y/N’s mouth drops open.

“What! Rafe you can’t do this. We barely even know each other! This is our first date.” She tries to argue but Rafe is having nothing of it.

“Look I’m going to need a way to contact you that isn’t driving to your house all the time. This is the only option I could think of.” He says.

“But Rafe. These phones are so expensive! Why do you think I have never had one? And I can’t afford a phone bill every month!” Y/N keeps pressing as they walk around the store. Rafe doesn’t seem to be listening to her, just looking at the different colors and options.

“I will pay for it all. It won’t even make a scratch in my bank account sweetheart. Now please stop worrying. Look at this one, it’s your favorite color.” He points to a phone on display. It’s a baby pink. Absolutely gorgeous.

Y/N can feel herself cave when she sees the look in his eyes. He will not hear her say no. And this color is so beautiful.

“Alright, well that’s settled.” He calls over a sales person.

“Hello sir, how can I help you?” The associate asks.

“Hi. I’ll take this iPhone, at its best value. I’ll also take an iPad Air, in pink please. And to go with that, an Apple Pencil.” Rafe says. The associate nods along and disappears to grab the items.

“Why did you ask for a pink iPad?” Y/N asks.

“Because once you get your phone, watching streaming services and playing games are so much more fun on a bigger screen.” He says like it’s obvious.

Y/N gasps. “Rafe. Are you kidding me? The phone is already way more than needed.” She scolds him.

“I do not care. You are my girl. I’m going to spoil you. And a phone is necessary so you can call or text me whenever. The iPad is just for fun.” He shoots me a wink and the sales associate comes back with all the things in a bag.

We walk over to the counter and Rafe takes out his black Amex card to pay. I can’t even look at how much he’s spending right now, or else it will make me throw up.

Rafe thanks the associate and then grabs the bag along with my hand. Hut by the look on his face he isn’t done yet.

“Rafe please. This is more than enough for today. Thank you so much. But I don’t need you spending any more money on me.”

“Okay.” He says with a small pout on his lips.

We go home and helps me set everything up. Let’s just say I’m addicted to temple run now.

[dcxdpdabbles]

May I please ask for more Royal Consort?? 🥺🥺🥺

Danny stares at the piles of paperwork sitting on the desk. They are in perfect stacks, each glowing in different neon lights- representing the territories they come from- and the boxes of scrolls waiting for his review.

There were also piles and piles of parchment. Stacks upon stacks of scrolls. And he thinks some crystals that contain oral recordings of reports. All glowing. All various colors.

It was like a rave barfed all over an office and left an unholy mess.

He can tell by just looking that this will take him days, if not weeks, to go through. Let's not even think about about getting it processed.

Pointdexter is floating about the room, muttering and checking a clipboard periodically. Danny had figured that he would stop hiding in his room after the third concubine was sent since he woke up. The three were outraged that Consort Danny refused them entry to the castle, claiming they were gifts for the King and not the human toy he picked up.

They left after Pointdexter restrained Danny from reaching for his ghost-hunting gear. He made it clear that as the Manager of the Hunt-Third in command but more respected by ghost nobility due to being a ghost himself- King Phantom had no need for

They left after Pointdexter restrained Danny from reaching for his ghost-hunting gear. He made it clear that King Phantom had no need for concubines as the Manager of the Hunt- Third in command but more respected by ghost nobility due to being a ghost himself.

The King was not around to formally dismiss them, which meant the the many men who were sent to Phantom as gifts could not stay in the castle. They would have to return when Phantom returned from the human world to evaluate the situation.

Sir John the Pure had been only one overjoyed to be dismissed like this. It seemed he was the youngest of the Cosmos tribe but suffered from a rare core condition. Sir John could not use any ghost powers without his core threatening to shatter in his chest.

He was a human with blue skin and stardust-dusted hair but without the added benefit of phasing through walls in the Infinite Realms. Sir John was one of the ghosts born in the Zone, making his condition more shameful.

Besides his pretty face, there wasn't much Sir John had to offer the Realms, and thus, the family was eager to marry him off if only to get some political power through him. Danny had ordered Pointdexter to create a nearby hotel for Sir John so he wouldn't have to go home to his less-than-ideal family.

He even dismissed the servants who accompanied the young ghost- they were the same age- and instead had his aid find better servants to treat the ghost right.

Danny ignored the adoring gazes the ghost threw at him when he was offered the hotel, especially with Timothy Drake watching everything. He finally understood what Pointdexer meant about the human ambassador.

He may pretend to be clueless, but a fierce intelligence burns brightly in his eyes. Drake was watching everything far too carefully to fall his act. Danny's question was how he had managed to convince him before.

Had he just been overwhelmed with the whole Consort thing or was he more aware now that he was inside the Hunt that served as an extension of himself?

"Danno!" Poindexter screams in joy upon seeing him. "You're up! Excellent! The purchase orders on the desk must be paid by nine today."

The ghost flies behind him, pushing him towards the desk even with Danny digging his feet into the carpet. "Why do all these have to be paid by nine pm?"

"Oh no, no, no." Pointdexter hums, throwing him into the chair and pressing a fountain pen in his hand in one clean motion. His smile is dead, and his eyes are soulless as the fifties ghost says, "They need to be paid by nine am."

"But, it eight thirty am right now!?" Danny gasps. The grip on his shoulder goes unbearably tight as his Haunt manager looms over him.

"You better start signing." The teen says in a way that is not quite a threat but not entirely friendly. "The second you put your signature on these forms, payments are sent out. We. Need. To. Pay."

Danny reaches for the closed form, shaking a little in fear as paper after paper is slid under his hand and pen. Every time he finished the last loop in his name, Poindexter quickly switched it out with another while speaking in a fast-paced tone to explain what he was signing.

"Payments for a festival hosted in the FarForzen. Payment for the food we consume. Payment for the clothes. Payment for the wood. Payment for anti-slavery act. Payment for soldiers harmed in the war. Payment for castle repairs. Payment for the ice sculptures. Payment to fund the apology gift baskets for the rejected concubines. Payment for MY payroll is behind. Payment for the bath salts King Phantom ordered. Payment for medical treatment in FarFrozen."

Danny's hand was starting to cramp up, and he wasn't even near the middle half of the pile. He lost himself in the paperwork, entering a near-meditational stage. Hours later, someone knocks on the wood of his door, dragging Danny from the pits he has fallen into.

It takes him a moment to get his eyes to focus on the figure in the doorway. The paperwork glows in various colors. His eyes hurt, okay?. It's Sir John carrying a tray of food and beaming at him. "Hello, Dearest Consort. I brought you some food."

"Um, why?" Danny asks after a moment. He meant why was he ghost here wearing a butler uniform when he should be at the hotel he set up for him.

"Sir John is an excellent chief," Pointdexer mutters, looking through some scrolls while flouting seven papers around him. His eyes flicker between each one in practice ease- apparently, he was a season dungeon master in life?. "I offered him a job when keeping maintenance of the Haunt grew too difficult for me on my lonesome. Our last staff walked out after their payroll was delayed so much. Not that I couldn't blame them."

Sir John scurries inside, placing the tray by Danny. Seeing someone so regal do servant work was a bit jarring, but somehow, he made the action of serving tea look like an art form. "I don't mind how long it takes for my payment to come through, Dearest Consort. To be by your side is more than enough for me."

Pointdexer shoots Danny a look before he turns his papers around and, on them, spells out the words, "He has a crush on you. Want me to fire him?"

Danny opens his mouth to speak, but once again, someone knocks on his door. It's Timothy Drake, dressed to the nines in a stylish old-timey suit. Something that was before Pointdexter time. "Hello, Consort Fenton. I was wondering if you needed help in the admissions department."

Danny stares, ignoring the way Sir John's stardust turns an angry bright red. "Why do you ask?"

"Pass the time mostly," Drake laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Not much to do around the castle now that I'm a human sacrifice."

Pointdexer clears his throat pointedly "If you require entertainment, I can arrange that easily, Mr. Drake. Your offer is gracious but unnecessary."

A paper floats over to Danny from Pointdexer. On it, the word SPY glows brightly. Right, Mr. Drake was still operating under the impression Danny and Phantom were married and that the king was madly in love with him.

If there was a chance to see if the King was gearing up for war and undermining him, befriending the Consort way over his head would be the perfect way to do so.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, though." Danny seconds, making sure to keep his suspicions off his face. Drake smiles, and suddenly, Danny realizes something.

Drake's smile is the same one those elites at the Wayne Gala wore. The same kind was on the three potential concubines' faces before they realized they would not be allowed entry. It was the smile of someone of high society. Not someone like Danny, who was raised firmly in the middle class. He doesn't think he would be able to fake it no matter how many years he studied to be considered upper-class

A chill runs down his spine.

How was Phantom so quickly able to blend in with them? Especially if he was only two years in the future of a world that had fallen apart?

Was King Phantom.....lying to him?

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An entire plane of existence away, King Phantom sits before the tense and somewhat nervous members of the Justice League, the United Nations representatives, and the Lord of Time himself, Clockwork.

He laces his fingers under his chin, keeping his cold stare a few inches away from a glare but not quite there. His formal attire showcases his status and his position, but it's the spear, the flaming crown, and the

"Ladies and Gentlemen." He starts voicing, echoing the clacking of ice, "I want to put to rest that I will be starting a war with this planet for the attack on Consort Danny."

There was a mutter of relieved sighs through the room, only for the temperature to drop so quickly and rapidly that puffs of smoke were visible whenever someone breathed.

King Phantom's eyes were alight with rage as he spoke in a deadly calm voice, "I will instead begin the invasion of all nearby planets. Earth will keep its freedom only because my Consort has a small, insignificant attachment to this world. But make no mistake, you are all pets at the most, and everyone outgrows their pets eventually. Or outlives them. It's the only way to keep my Consort's honor intake within the Afterlife Court. I will give you one week to say goodbye, and then I will kill fifty percent of all life on this planet."

The entire room felt like they were placed in a guillotine. No one moved. No one spoke. Everyone- including the people watching at home huddled around screens- was too tight to move.

Clockworks bows his head, ashamed of what he's about to allow to happen to keep the timeline flowing correctly.

He raises his staff.

"My King, may I suggest another way to keep Consort Danny's honor?" Clockwork shifts into his elder form as the King glances at him.

"What is your suggestion?"

"Why not...."Clockwork words fade a little, aware that Phantom was growing impatient for his hesitation. It wouldn't do to ruin the king's plan, no matter how terrible dumb Clockwork thought it was. "Why not instead divorce? The Consort honor will not be a failed reflection of your inability to keep him safe as a protection spirit if he is no longer your reelection?"

The room gawked at Clockwork but no more than the King, who leaped to his feet in outrage. "You dare suggest I lose the love of my life-"

"You can simply remarry him after a week." Clockwork interprets embarrassment and wants to get through his hair-brain idea. "Earth could make up for the disrespect they showed the royal family by hosting the ceremony."

King Phantom sits back down, rubbing at his chin."That would be better than the alternative. Plus, it ensures Danny wouldn't be angry with me for killing anyone."

"Yes, as Consort Danny wisely said: Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" It took everything in Clockwork to say that sentence as seriously as possible. "This way, no blood is spilled. Consort Danny can finally have that human version of the ceremony he always wanted. You would no longer be anchored to him with the new vows, allowing you to be on Earth without straining Consort Danny's body. The list of benefits is long, Sir."

Phantom looks increasingly gleeful with every word out of his high advisor's mouth. "I can also release that homewrecker, Drake, back to the human realm!"

Clockwork bites his tongue "Yes, my King. Though again, I do not see a future, past or present, where Timothy Drake is infuated with the Consort. He just wants to protect the human race."

"Lies! Did you not see the way he was dancing at the gala?" Phantom hissed, curling his hands into tight fists, but his eyes were alight with glee. " He was practically undressing!"

"Okay." Clockwork shifts into his middle-aged form, trying very hard to keep the annoyance off his face. He doesn't think he is successful but it at least adds more to their whole facade. "The wedding, sir?"

"Oh yes! I shall devoice my husband and marry once more. People of Earth, you have one month to prepare our wedding, and I shall put...you in charge of it!" Phantom points to a very silent as the grave glaring man in a bat costume. "Just for some motivation I will now remove gravity across Earth."

He snaps his fingers, and the world panics as everyone starts flouting. It lasts only for a few seconds, but it's enough to be reminded of how mighty the Ghost King was.

Phantom gives Batman one finally mad smile. "Do not disappoint me:"

The two ghosts vanish in a swirl of the green light portals.

[luvhcarly]

the council would like to request a part 2 to tell me how much u want it

PUT THAT SMART MOUTH OF YOURS IN A GOOD USE.

previous part

After you break up with your boyfriend because you found out he cheated on you again you find yourself infront of his apartment with tears streaming down your face, even though you told him that you should keep it professional…

PAIRINGS: dom!san x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, professor x student, college AU

TAGS: smut, p in v, cheating, cum swallowing, oral (m receiving), San is mean and toxic towards reader, age gap (San is in his 30s and reader is 22), angst, use of pet names (love, slut), swearing, kind of manipulation, San is obsessed with reader and can’t let her go, dirty talk, mention of divorce!, lmk if I missed anything!

WC: 7.3k

A/N: I wanted to thank you guys for the love on the previous part! I decided to give you part 2 of this so enjoy!

Reminder! English is not my first language if you find any mistake lmk!

© All rights reserved luvhcarly do not copy, repost, or translate.

You knew it would be a mistake to step into his office, but you couldn't ignore it. A few weeks have passed since what happened and clearly you couldn't stop think about it, but at the same time you felt guilty. You cheated on your boyfriend even though you basically just paid him back. Well, it wasn't you. You never did such impulsive things. You didn't tell anyone about what happened, despite the fact that your friend suspected you of something.

"Come in." You were snapped out of your thoughts by a man's voice that sent chills down your spine. You took a deep breath and stepped inside, immediately meeting his gaze, which you couldn't quite place. He was sitting on a chair and his hands were on the table, as if he was waiting for you to sit down. As soon as you looked around the room, you remembered everything that happened. The way he fucked you against the desk, the way he told you words that you would like to hear again.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" You put your thoughts behind your head and broke the silence that was between you two. He laughed at your 'sir' and shook his head. He pointed with his hand to the place in front of him for you to sit down and so you did. You sat down on a chair and put your hands on your thighs and cleared your throat nervously.

“Weeks ago you called me San, now you call me sir, again.” With a raised eyebrow he said as if he wanted to indicate something, but you didn't know exactly what. He sighed when you remained silent at his words and he leaned his body more against the seat, not taking his eyes off you. San scanned you, your hair was down and you were wearing a t-shirt that once again hugged your body too well. He cleared his throat when he realized that thoughts lead where they don't belong, but damn why did you have to look so fucking good. Your lips were slightly parted as if you were about to say something, your eyes looked at him with that look that drove him crazy.

"I think-" You took a deep breath and looked at him. "I think we should forget about what happened. It could affect my studies and-" if he was telling the truth, he really didn't expect this. He was expecting something like it shouldn’t happen again or that you should be careful about this? Did he feel… duped? Forget what happened? How the hell do you want him to forget?

“Yeah, It could affect my job so I agree.” But he did not argue and only nodded. He had nothing to say to you even if he wanted to scream at you, Kiss you and do it again and again without any consequences.

"That's all I wanted to talk about. You can go.” His words were sharp, toxic. Something inside you broke, your heart shattered as if you had been stabbed in the heart. Why did you want him to say something else? To say that he doesn't want to forget. That he wants it again and again.

"Okay." With those words, you stood up and turned around. Before you left, you gave him one last goodbye look and then left. You let him sit there, thinking about the fact that he should have stopped you and told you how he really feels. But he knew that he would hurt you and himself.

“Fuck-“ San mumbled under his breath and ran a hand through his hair, when you left. He didn't want to forget what happened, even if it was just an one time thing. He wanted to help you so that you wouldn't feel stupid that your boyfriend cheated on you, but rather he did it for himself because he couldn't stay away from you.

-

"Are you okay, babe?" Your boyfriend’s voice interrupted you when he noticed how you were playing with the food with your fork. Your expression was nervous, tired, something he hadn't seen in you that often.

"What?" You shifted your gaze from the food to him and swallowed loudly when he gave you a puzzled expression. "It's nothing just school stuff." You lied to him and gave him a smile, he nodded at your words and smiled back. Then there was a silence between you, which you didn't like that much, but you weren't in the mood to break it. Your thoughts were elsewhere. You were lost. You were lost in your own head.

“We should go on a dinner tomorrow, to take a break from the stress." He proposed to you with a nice smile and you took a sip from your drink, nodding at his suggestion and smiling at him. "Yeah, that would be great." You really weren't in the mood to go somewhere social, but you didn't refuse.

“Is something bothering you, y/n?” With that he suddenly asked and the fork fell from your hand to the floor. "I-..." you opened your mouth and were about to tell him everything that happened, but then you closed your mouth. “No. I am just tired as I said." That's the only thing you told him and he didn't discuss it further, even if he didn't believe you. Well, he wasn't planning on arguing with you or anything like that so he just nodded his head and continued to eat his food.

After dinner you lay down in bed and took your phone in your hand, your boyfriend was lying next to you and he was also on his phone. You decided to check whether the results of the tests you wrote last week had not arrived yet. Your eyes widened when you saw that you didn't pass his class.

Didn't pass.

How? He tutored you, you wrote everything correctly there. You furrowed your brows at that and your anger rose. What's his problem? You didn't understand it. And that’s why you stayed after his class the next day.

“Professor, wait!” You shouted as he left the classroom and you caught up with him with quick steps.

"I have another class, Ms. Y/n.” His words were again sharp without interest, as if he was telling to leave him alone that he was not interested in talking.

"It won't be long, I just-"

"We will discuss it tomorrow during class, if you have some problem." He stopped and turned to you. His brows were furrowed and he wore glasses. You swallowed loudly at his words and sighed.

"I-..." You opened your mouth and were about to say something, but then you nodded. Despite the fact that you were angry that you didn't pass his class, you suppressed your anger again. His expression made you feel the respect you had for him. "Okay." You said and he left without another word. When he was out of your sight enough, he let out a sigh that he didn't even know he was holding back. He knew that you probably wanted to talk about why you didn't pass. But his reason was simple. He thinks you have more in you than what you wrote in the test. That’s why he didn’t let you pass, or maybe there was another problem?

“Asshole.” You muttered to yourself as you slammed the locker shut and an annoyed sigh escaped your lips. He was acting strange.

"Who is an asshole?" Your friend's voice rang out and you jumped a little. You did not expect that she would be here and that she would hear you.

"You scared me!" You punched her on the shoulder and she laughed at your words, but then immediately gave you a serious expression.

"Who were you cursing at?" She asked again, her curiosity growing. You raised your eyebrows at her question and pretended that you didn’t say anything before

"What? No one." You gave her a smile, but she still didn't believe you, she already knew you very well. "Your boyfriend again?" She leaned against the locker and crossed her arms over her chest, patiently waiting for your answer.

"No, of course not." You blurted out quickly and she just sighed and bit her lower lip as if she wanted to tell you something.

“You are acting weird lately. Is everything okay?” She finally asked and you ran a hand through your hair and furrowed your brows.

"I'm fine! Why is everyone asking me that”You said with a raised voice and your friend sighed and shook her head. She didn't understand why you were suddenly so angry and nervous. You were never like that, you always walked around smiling, but now you looked like you were going through something. When you realized that you had raised your voice at her and that you are taking out your anger on her for no reason, you swallowed loudly and squeezed your eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'm just tired." You rubbed your forehead and looked at her. She had a disappointed expression on her face, as if she understood you. "Yeah, I get it. Get some rest, y/n.” With her hand she stroked your shoulder. "And stop stressing about school." She added and gave you a sweet, friendly smile, which you returned in return.

You were nervous all day, probably because of school. Despite the fact that you were not in the mood to go to that dinner with your boyfriend, you went. You went to a romantic restaurant together and sat down, talked and joked. You felt that it was the same again as before and your stress subsided. "I will be right back, babe." He stood up and you smiled at him from behind the glass and he directed his steps to the bathroom. At that moment, his phone, which had its screen facing downwards, started ringing. Somehow you didn't pay attention to it, but when the phone rang several times, you gave up. You looked around the restaurant to see if he was coming back, but when you saw that he was nowhere to be found, you picked up his phone.

"When are you going to break up with y/n?"

"Babe, I want you. Please?”

"Can you come over tonight, we could have some fun?" ;).”

You swallowed at the texts and a tear started to run down your cheek.

“I’m back-“ A voice came from behind you and you gripped the phone tighter in your hand and gave him a hateful look.

"Babe, It's not what-"

"Save it. I don’t want to hear it. You didn’t change.” Your voice was hateful and your words were sharp, he leaned closer to you and wanted to stroke your shoulder, but you pulled away.

"Can we talk about it? Everybody is watching us, y/n. Calm down." He looked around nervously when he noticed people's curious looks. You wiped your tears and picked up your jacket.

“No.” You muttered. "We are done." You said and he shook his head at your decision. With those words you left and left him there alone. As soon as you left the restaurant, you put on your jacket and hugged your body. Raindrops began to fall on your skin, which you let out a sigh. You didn't know where to go. Only one place came to your mind. His apartment.

Flashback.

“She signed the papers.” He informed you and looked up from the phone to you and measured you. You already had your skirt on and put your t-shirt back on. "That's great!" You gave him a sweet smile and he sighed but then smiled. He leaned his body against his desk and ran a hand through his hair before resting his hands over his chest.

"Yeah, it is, but I will have to move out."

"Move out? Where?” You blinked fastly at him being confused. He could hear in your voice that you were a little afraid that he would leave, but you didn't try to show it in any way.

"You know the new apartments just two blocks away from school?” For a small moment, you thought about his words, but when you remembered the new apartments nearby, you nodded.

"Well, I already have papers set for this but I waited if she would sign the papers and she did so." He usually didn't talk that much, but now he wanted to. He wanted to tell you everything that was on his mind, and it didn't bother you at all. You liked to listen to him and you were glad that he was saying something that was bothering him. San looked at you nervously, as if he realized that he might be talking too much, but your words calmed him down.

"The apartments are beautiful and I think that it's a great opportunity to start a new life for you." Your words were soft and kind, it warmed his heart. Maybe it's an opportunity to start something new. Something that will fill him and make him feel good. He gave you a smile and his thoughts took him where they probably shouldn't have. Well, for a few seconds he imagined that he lives with you, but then he immediately put it behind him. It's impossible.

End of flashback

“Y/n?” The door in front of you opened and he appeared there. His hair was messy and his eyes were tired, he was wearing a black oversized T-shirt and gray sweatpants. It was strange because you didn't usually see this on him.

"I'm sorry to barge in here like this but-" You stopped talking for a moment and took a deep breath. "I didn't know where else to go." Your hair was wet and so were your clothes. He had a surprised expression on the shapes that you were standing here in front of him, your eyes completely red and your mascara smeared.

"Come in." The words he usually spoke gave a completely different meaning to you. He stepped back from the door and let you in, taking your jacket off your shoulders and hanging it on the hanger to dry. He then directed his steps into the kitchen and you followed him, looking around the apartment with your eyes. It was nice and new. Everything was in white and black colors, which you would expect from him.

Without another word, he took a sip of water and leaned against the kitchen counter while you kept looking around. He could see from your shape that something was wrong, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here. But he was surprised that you remembered his words from a few weeks ago. He didn’t ask you what happened, he just looked at you with his eyes and then put the glass down.

You watched with your eyes as he left suddenly and then came back with a dry T-shirt and sweatpants. "Go take a shower." He ordered and handed you dry clothes. You nodded at his words and he let out a sigh. As soon as he pointed in the direction where the bathroom was, you directed your steps there. When you stepped into the bathroom, you smelled his usual scent and you swallowed loudly at that. Then you took off your wet clothes and stepped into the shower. Immediately warm almost hot water touched your skin and you tried to wash away all the bad thoughts and the anger you still had inside. You were a fool to think it wouldn't happen again. You naively thought that everything would be the same as before.

A small sigh escaped your lips as the same scene replayed in your head as you slowly scrolled through the screen of his phone and read the texts. You still couldn't believe that it happened so suddenly. You spent quite a long time in the shower, and he thought that something had happened to you, but when he saw that you got out of the shower. Your hair washed and his clothes on you. The shirt he gave you was a little bigger, and the sweatpants too…

San cleared his throat and he pushed you a cup of tea infront of your face, which you graciously accepted and sat down on the couch next to him. You took a sip of the hot tea and looked ahead. There was an awkward silence between you, as if you were both thinking of what to say. Well, the only thing you could say was:

"Thank you." You muttered and looked down at the cup of tea you were clutching tightly in your hand. You had the feeling that if you clenched it even more, it would shatter into a million pieces. Like you an hour ago. "I broke up with him." You suddenly blurted out and he immediately turned his gaze to you. He raised his eyebrows slightly at your words as if he didn't expect it.

"Sorry to hear that." He actually lied, he was glad you were not together. That you did it. Did he feel happy? Relaxed? He didn't even know how he felt, but he only knew that deep down he was glad that it was so.

“He did it again.” You added and he furrowed his brows. He didn't like it, but even more he didn't like that you were here and that you were saying this to him.

"Why are you telling me this?" You shifted your gaze from the tea to him and gently parted your lips. You didn't know what to say to that. A tear ran down your cheek and you wiped it away with the tip of your fingers and swallowed loudly.

"I'm just confused." He laughed, he didn't even know why, but he found this situation funny. "Yesterday you told me that we should keep it professional and now you are here. Crying.” His words were sharp and unpleasant. You put the tea on the table in front of you and shook your head at his words that he was right. But why didn't you feel it that way?

"You are right. I-" as soon as you started to speak, he cut you off.

"Are you doing this on purpose or what?" His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a strange expression on his features that you had never seen on him.

“What? No! Of course not I just-“

“You giving me those eyes during class, showing up in my apartment.” He shook his head at you, he didn't care that the tears were running down your cheeks more and more. He wasn't really interested at this moment because he wanted to understand why you were doing all this. What is your deal? Distracting him?

“Tell me y/n. Why?” He raised his eyebrows and stared at you, patiently waiting for your answer. "Because I'm curious. You just show up here crying and telling me the same shit over again.” He let out a sigh and you just stroked your brows furrowed and lips parted, tears still running down your cheek. "Expecting what? That I will tell you It's alright and some other kind of shit?" He chuckled at his words and ran a hand through his hair, leaning further into the couch. His eyes were fixed in front of him, but you were watching him. You watched his every move and listened carefully to his sharp words that came from the depths of his heart.

"that I will hug you and whisper lovely words to your ear?" He added and then got back into the previous position to see your face. He could see on your face that you were taken aback by his words and that you didn't know what to say. “Well, I am not that kind of guy, if you thought that I would do that.” You took a deep breath when he finally finished and wiped your tears again and stood up from the couch.

"It was a mistake coming here." You muttered and when you were about to leave, his words stopped you.

"Yeah walk away. That's what you are best at." He had his elbows on his knees and watched carefully as you turned sharply at his words, tears were no longer running down your cheeks, but he could see from your features that you were angry. Angry because of what he said.

“Says you. You walked away from your wife and almost cried at my fucking shoulder after you fucked me.” Your words were full of anger, you were like a ticking bomb. He got up from the couch at your words and stepped closer to you. His jaw clenched and his Adam apple bopping every time he swallowed.

"I fucked you because I saw that you were desperate, remember?" He said and you shook your head at his words, you knew he was right but still you didn't let it go.

"I let you because you were so desperate to fuck someone who actually gives a fuck about you." You spilled those words into his face and at that moment he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, his hot breath touching your face.

"I can choose who I want to fuck, love. You would be surprised how many students came to my office and flirted with me. But I only fucked you, isn't that funny?" His words were ridiculous, he directly mocked you. He moved closer to your ear and his words sent a chill down your spine. "Should I remind you the words you said to me?" Your breath hitched and he saw it. He saw how you suddenly became nervous and also how a chill passed through your body, his words full of mockery and teasing. He knew very well the effect he had on you and he intended to use it very well.

"That I fucked you better than your boyfriend. Pfuu… y/n.” He pulled away from you to get a good look at you. "Tough words, right?" You swallowed at his words because he was right, but you still had no plans to stop throwing arguments at him.

"I only said that to make you satisfied and to boost your ego." Your words were funny to him so he just laughed at you and your stupidity.

"Your body said something else that time." San enjoyed how your body trembled gently and how his words always sent chills down your spine every time. But he thought it was very funny how you pretended that it had no effect on you and that you looked confident. “And now your body is saying something else too.” He shifted his eyes to your parted lips and how you immediately closed them and swallowed. You hated it as he had readen you from head to toe. How did he know what reacts to you and what doesn't.

“You asked why.” Out of the blue you changed the subject and his grip loosened on your wrist and he raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand where you were going with those words.

"What?" He asked you incomprehensibly and a small sigh escaped your lips, wondering if you really should say that. "I came because of you." You looked into his eyes and searched for something in them, maybe a hint of what he was thinking. That he feels what you feel.

"I came because I can't stop thinking about you. Fuck, you- you are driving me crazy.” Your words caught him by surprise and he immediately let go of your wrist and bit the inner corner of his mouth. “And fuck, yeah I expected you to hold me and tell me that it will be okay. I admit, okay? I even admit that I always walk away from the problems instead of solving them. And I’m sorry about what I said about your ex-wife. Fuck, I even admit that you fucked-“

“Just, shut up.” He interrupted you and immediately took your cheeks in his hands, using them to bring you closer to him and kiss you. Despite the fact that his words before were sharp and unpleasant, you let him kiss you. You wanted it. His touch on your cheeks was soft and warm and the kiss was soft and gentle. “You talk too much.” He said between kisses and his hands slipped to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss became more dominant and passionate, he ran his tongue over your lips and you opened your mouth and gave him the freedom to push his tongue into your mouth. His tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that belied his earlier resistance and you sighed as his hands slid to your ass and squeezed it.

He lifted your body by your ass and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Without breaking the passionate kiss, he carried you to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him, leaning you against it. He let your body slowly slide off him and put one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek and caressed it gently. You slid your hand under his shirt and ran your fingers over his stomach, as he let out a shaky breath as your fingers traced his abs, his head falling back briefly. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," he muttered, quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“Yeah?” You asked him with a teasing voice still tracing your fingers slowly along his abs. "Yes, really," San growled at that, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head against the door, having enough of your teasing. He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing your ear. "One minute I'm pissed as hell at you, and the next..." He trailed off, pressing gentle kisses along your neck. “Then next I want to fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” A slight moan escaped from your lips as he started to leave wet kisses along your neck.

His mouth curved into a satisfied smirk as he felt your body tremble against his. "Like that, do you?" he whispered, purposely leaving another wet mark just below your ear. His hands released your wrists, one sliding down to grip your waist while the other began pushing your shirt up, sending shivers down your spine. His cold hands touching your warm skin made you part your lips slightly and he noticed.

“So fucking sensitive," he murmured, his cold hand leaving goosebumps in its wake as he pushed your shirt higher. San broke the kisses on your neck just long enough to pull the shirt over your head and toss it aside, leaving you in just a lacy bra. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, half-naked and breathing heavily against the door. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a rough, passionate kiss as his hands reached behind you to unhook your bra.

“Mhm~” Being too desperate you moaned into the kiss as the bra hit the floor silently, freeing your breasts. He growled softly as your breasts pressed against his bare chest, one of his hands coming up to grope one possessively. Your moan echoed in his mouth, making him harder.

“Fuck- San, I need-“ he cut you off immediately.

“Shut up." San said against your lips before kissing you deeply again, swallowing any further words. His hand squeezed your breast roughly as his hips pressed against yours, letting you feel how hard he was already. Breaking the kiss, he nipped at your bottom lip. "Pants off. Now." You swallowed at his sharp words and you slowly pulled your sweatpants down, keeping an eye contact with him as he watched you carefully, enjoying how you obeyed him.

His gaze remained fiercely locked with yours as you peeled off your sweatpants, a wicked grin spreading across his face when you stood before him in nothing but in your panties. “Those off too. Come on.” Without breaking eye contact, he ordered watching how your body trembled every time. Slowly you pulled your panties down as he watched you with a smirk on his face. God he liked how you obeyed him every time.

“On your knees.” When those words left his mouth you swallowed. At first you remained in your place not being so sure but his voice was heard again. “Come on, love. Get on your knees for me.” His voice was low, demanding and you slowly slid to your knees, looking up at him. With a soft touch he cupped your cheek and grinned at the sight of you being in front of him on your knees.

His thumb gently stroked your cheek as he leaned down and whispered, "Isn’t if funny how minute ago you screamed at me that you let me fuck you just because I was desperate to fuck someone who gives a fuck." He kept eye contact while he slowly pulled his sweatpants down, a smirk playing on his lips as you watched him. “Now, look at you, y/n. You are here again. Obeying like a slut.” You swallowed hard at his words and your body trembled even more as you watched how he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift movement and your breath hitched as you saw him fully naked now. He was huge just like you remembered. Long and thick. He smirked watching your reaction. "Now, put that smart mouth of yours in a good use, will you?”

With a shy look on your face you brought your lips to his length and a shudder ran through him as your lips barely brushed against the tip. San groaned quietly, his fingers twitching against your cheek. "What did I say, love?" His voice was low, furious as he grabbed you by your hair roughly and he pressed himself against your lips, silently urging you to take him in.

As soon as you opened your mouth, he pushed himself in, filling your small mouth instantly. He groaned as he hit the back of your throat, pulling your hair harder to keep you in place. "Look at me." he growled, his hips bucking slightly to push himself deeper. With a small tears in your eyes you looked up at him through your eyelashes as he enjoyed the sight of you. He enjoyed how you fell apart on his cock.

San's eyes darkened with lust as he held your gaze, drinking in the sight of you trembling slightly, tears glistening at the corners of your eyes. He smirked, pleased by how perfectly you were submitting to him. "You look fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around my cock," His thick length pulsed in your mouth as he admired the view—your pretty lips stretched around him, taking him so deep. "Such a good girl," His grip tightened in your hair, holding you firmly in place as he slowly thrusted, savoring the slick heat of your mouth.

You moaned against his cock immediately sending shivers down his spine at that, then slowly you made your way with your hand to your wet core, the pleasure being too much but his words cut you off right away. "No...don't you fucking dare." He warned in that deep, authoritative tone you loved. With one quick motion, he grabbed your wrist, preventing your hand from reaching its destination. "Only my hands get to touch you there tonight, got it?" His hips thrust forward again, making you gag slightly. You let out a little cry at his warning words and San smirked as he watched you suppress your whimper, pleased by your obedience. Keeping a firm grip on your hair, he began to thrust more deliberately, each stroke pushing deeper into your throat. The wet sounds of your mouth working his cock filled the room, punctuated by his low groans of pleasure.

“So pretty.” He tilted his head back, savoring the sensation as he hit the back of your throat perfectly, but then he looked back down at you, seeing the slight flush on your cheeks and the tears streaming down your face. He was close, so very close to bursting apart in your mouth. "So good, just for me, yeah?”

You moaned again and he let out a shuddering groan as your moan vibrated around his sensitive cock, the sensation almost too intense. The sight of you squeezing your thighs together desperately, unable to touch yourself yet trembling with need, pushed him over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" He threw his head back and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep in your throat and came undone, his hot seed spilling into your mouth as he let out a low, guttural groan. His hips jerked erratically as he rode out his release, eyes locked onto yours, intense and unblinking. You watched, mesmerized, as he came undone completely, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "Swallow it, come on.” Without second thought you swallowed all his release, squeezing your eyes.

He let out another groan as he watched you swallow every drop like it was the best thing you've ever tasted. Your throat worked sexily as you swallowed, making his spent member twitch again. "Goddamn," He muttered softly, petting your hair gently now instead of gripping it harshly.

“Please.” A whispered please escaped from your mouth as you squeezed your thighs more. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you squeezing your thighs, desperate and needy. He knew exactly what you were begging for, he leaned down, cupping your chin in his hand. "What do you want, love?" He asked in a smooth, knowing tone.

“I need you. Please.” A small chuckle escaped from his mouth at your desperate cry, his fingers trailing down your chin to your throat. "You need what?" He asked, his voice dropping lower, "You need my hands on your thighs? You need my face between your legs? You need my fingers inside you? My cock?" You let out a shaky breath at his words, swallowing loudly.

“Please, make me feel good, San.” He smirked mischievously at you, grabbing you by your wrist tightly and pulling you up from the ground. You were immediately met with his intense gaze and his hot breath on your lips. “Please-“ When you started to beg again he silenced you with a harsh, bruising kiss, his other hand reaching to your hip, guiding you slowly to the bed. He broke the kiss, panting, "You want to feel good?" Your knees immediately hitting the bed and he showed you down on the mattress, watching you swallow and your breath becoming more heavier which made his cock twitch.

With your elbows you supported your body as you leaned back more and you observed him as he stood there watching you for a moment, admiring how perfectly you surrendered your body to him. Your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted slightly. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. When you hesitated for just a moment, he added firmly, "Now." Without another second you spread your legs for him and he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands firmly gripping your knees to keep them spread wide. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, seeing how wet you were, your pink folds glistening with need. He slowly ran his fingers along your slit, not penetrating but just teasing.

“Fuck-“ When you felt his finger ran along your slit you threw your head back and shut your eyes, begging with your little moans to be touched more.

“Eyes on me, love.” With a raised tone he grabbed you by your jaw and made you look straight into his eyes, his fingers splaying out to keep your knees spread wide. When he slowly pressed his tip against your wet pussy he watched your eyes roll back slightly but snapped them back to his with a sharp tug on your jaw. "You just won’t listen, will you?" he asked, his thumb rubbing your chin roughly. "You want to be fucked?” You were unable to concentrate when he pressed his tip on your wet pussy, teasing you. The only thing you managed to do was shake your head which wasn’t enough for him.

He saw the contradiction in your body language and smirked. "You don't want to be fucked?" he asked, pressing just the tip of his cock inside you, but not enough to satisfy your need. He was teasing you, loving the power he had over you.

“No! I want to be- I want to be fucked, please!” A dark laugh escaped his lips as he heard you beg for it. He leaned down, his breath hot on your ear. "That's what I thought," he whispered, driving his cock fully into you in one swift motion. You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely, capturing your mouth into a deep kiss. Right away you moved your hands to his back and he groaned into the kiss, loving the way your nails dug into his back.

He started to move his hips, slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he pulled out and thrust back in. He broke the kiss to nip at your neck, sucking and biting to mark you. Then he pulled away his dark eyes locked onto yours, demanding your attention and devotion. "Tell me who's fucking you this good." He lifted your chin with his hand as he continued to thrust into you deeply and slowly, his piercing hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“Y-you.”

"What I didn’t quite hear you." He teased, his voice low and commanding as he continued his slow, deep thrusts, hitting your g-spot with each movement. His other hand reached up to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently as he looked into your eyes. "Say my name, love."

“San.” You moaned more louder and he smirked at that, enjoying how you are taking his cock so well. "Like that," He growled, thrusting harder. "You take my dick so well," He murmured, watching your body bounce slightly with each snap of his hips. "Spread your legs wider." He ordered softly, watching you eagerly obey.

"You know what I love?" You gasped as he thrusted deeper into you, gripping your hip more tight every time. He enjoyed the sight of you how you opened your mouth into a little ‘O’ when he thrusted more deeper, making you take his full length.

"Watching your pretty face while I destroy this tight pussy," He whispered darkly, increasing his pace. His hand around your throat tightened slightly, showing his possessiveness. His thumb traced your bottom lip as he continued pounding into you. "Christ you feel so good..." He leaned down to nip at your ear as he felt your nails dig deeper into his back as he hit that sweet spot inside you, making you cry out his name loudly. He smirked against your neck, loving the sound of your voice saying his name. His hips moved in a circular motion, hitting your g-spot from different angles as he spoke. “So glad you left- you left that boyfriend of yours.” The fact he was struggling with his words made you moan even more. “Now you are all mine. Right?” The grip on your throat tightening as he looked at you with a hungry gaze. “Say it that you are mine.”

“I’m yours.” As his dick was too much for you, you hid your face in the crotch of his neck, but he immediately pulled you back. "That's right, you're fucking mine," he growled possessively, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, bitting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, marking you. He continued to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Y-yours.” Even though you were unable to breathe you repeated again but San hadn’t enough of it, yet.

"Again," His voice hoarse as he continued his brutal pace, his hands roaming your body possessively, squeezing your breast and spreading your thighs wider. "Say it like you mean it," He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued his punishing rhythm.

“I-…” You were moaning mess you couldn’t get a simple word out of you as he kept thrusting more rougher. He laughed at your state but still he said;

"Use that mouth yours like when you talk shit." He growled as his hips were snapping forward with each word. "Tell. Me. You're. Mine." He punctuated each word with a deep thrust, hitting your g-spot perfectly, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched you struggle to speak.

“I’m yours. Fuck-… only…” To catch a breath you paused for a second, “Only yours”

"Goddamn," Softly he muttered, slowing down his pace. He loved hearing those words from your mouth. Slightly, he pulled out then snapped his hips back in hard, making you cry out. He smirked wickedly. "You know what I wanna do?" Finally he moved your hand from your throat to your hip again and again he pulled out of you and then snapped his hips back in hard. With hunger in his eyes he watched you let out a little cry as he kept doing that for a while. But then he kept his pace slow and deep, dragging his piercing along your walls. "I wanna fill this pretty pussy up with my cum, mark you inside and out. Make sure everyone knows you're taken," He leaned down, biting your earlobe. "What do you say to that, love?" Your eyes widened at his words and a chill run down your spine.

“W-what?” Out of breath you asked him he chuckled darkly at your shocked expression, his slow thrusts maintaining their deep pressure. "You heard me," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Want my cum inside you?" His hand slid down to rub your clit in tight circles, making your hips jerk involuntarily.

When his hand met your clit, teasing you, you let out a loud moan and shook your head in agreement watching him smirk at you mischievously loving the effect he had on you. At that he speeded up the pace again thrusting more deeper and rougher than before trying to chase your and his own high. His cock pounded into you with renewed vigor, his breath growing ragged and his eyes never leaving yours. "Fuck, you feel too good," he groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread them wider to accommodate his deep, brutal thrusts. "I’m gonna fill you up."

“Please.” With a loud moan you begged and you grabbed him by his cheeks, pulling him closer and kissing him roughly. He kissed you back fiercely, swallowing your desperate plea as he continued his relentless pace. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming every inch as his cock claimed your pussy. "Fuck, you are so desperate for me." he teased breathlessly against your lips, giving a particularly hard thrust that made you see stars. He could feel that you were close when your walls started to clinching more on his dick.

"Are you gonna cum for me, love?" He whispered darkly, picking up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming almost violent, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every stroke. "Look at me when you come." He could feel his own release building, his muscles tensing. Moans echoed in the room as you sank your nails into his back once again as you came.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed at the sudden pain mixing with pleasure. His nails dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he surged forward, his entire body stiffening. He let out a guttural roar, his hot cum filling you up, overflowing and dripping down your legs. After that he didn’t pull out, he stayed inside you for a while pressing his forehead against yours, smiling softly at you. It was different than before. This didn’t feel like sex, like it did back then in his office. It felt more like love?…

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (10)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 9 // MASTERLIST

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 10) — NASHVILLE

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Chicago, IL. 

View all 75,678 comments  harryfan39 EXCUSE ME??? SIR?????? harryfan235 🥵🥵🥵 harryfan991 I WAS WAITING FOR A CHICAGO POST  BUT DAMN I WAS NOT WAITING FOR THIS  harryfan75 this is hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot harryfan73 did harry basically left the stage in nashville and thought “shit i forgot to post about chicago”? lol

↳ harryfan77 let’s give him a break he was busy in Chicago 🤭 ↳ harryfan73 oh yeah thats right. yn kept him busy.

harryfan29 sooooo…. is there any chance yn took these? lol

↳ harryfan28 is there any chance you people can at least for once acknowledge Anthony’s job? you talk as if he didn’t even exist is so freaking disrespectful to his own talent and experience  ↳ harryfan29 …. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful to Anthony it was just a joke  ↳ harryfan28 well then be more careful about the things you joke about 

harryfan70 😮‍💨 thank God we have Anthony !  harryfan123 SHOW WAS SO GOOD TONIGHT  harryfan99 come back pls Chicago already misses you :(  harryfan192 boy you look fine 😮‍💨 harryfan1 where is yn i need to know if she was around when this happened

↳ harryfan35 don’t worry I bet she was  ↳ harryfan43 yeah! probably is there after tonight’s show as well 😌 ↳ harryfan1 LMAO guys nooooooo ↳ harryfan1 i asked because i need to know if she got to film this moment so i can ask for the footage!! was thinking about ME not her LMAOOOO  ↳ harryfan3 AHHHHH  ↳ harryfan3 GOOD THINKING YES  ↳ harryfan3 i need a movie of harry taking a bath in my desk by tomorrow pls ↳ harryfan53 ＠yourinstagram please !!!! ↳ harryfan98 FINALLY!!! 😭 people need to understand that i want her to follow him around 24/7 bc i want her to film him 24/7 that’s all!!! idgaf if they’re dating or not!!!!

harryfan96 harry are you ok? blink if you need help ! we are here for you !! we love you !!  harryfan345 THANK YOU ANTHONY 🙏 real ones know who the real one is

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yourinstagram I wasn’t sure whether to bring up my mom’s birthday or not, but I just hung up the phone with her for the fourth time today, and I realized I couldn’t go to bed without shouting to the world how much I love her. The woman who started everything for me. My existence, my passion for filming, and even my career. I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t carried me for 9 months in her belly, but I also wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t loved & supported me through all these years, if she hadn’t encouraged all my dreams, or if she hadn’t so excitedly agreed to let me film her during such a vulnerable moment and then share it on a YouTube channel for strangers to watch. It is only fitting that her video was the one that changed my life, and maybe that’s why it has been so hard to stay away today. It’s not the first time we spent a celebration apart from each other, but it is definitely the time I miss her the most. 

So at the end of the day, this isn’t a post to say happy birthday to my mom, because I’ve said it (and sung it) to her multiple times today. But it is a post to let everyone know that I think my mom is the best mom in the world, that I admire her, and that she inspires me everyday. 

And whilst there are a lot of things that I want to keep private about me and my personal life, the love I have for her will never be one of them. ❤️

view all 8,118 comments  bestfriend you have me in tears ❤️  bestfriend btw I called her this afternoon and we spent 20 minutes gushing about you 

↳ yourinstagram yeah ↳ yourinstagram I’ve heard all about it already  ↳ bestfriend really? ALL about it? 👀  ↳ yourinstagram 🙄 ↳ bestfriend hahaha ooooops!  ↳ harryfan3 hi! hello! please let me in!! ↳ harryfan9 ohhh now I’m curious!! loll what did you talk about?  ↳ harryfan7 for real tho 😩 

user25 👏👏 very well written! You’re very lucky to have such a positive connection with your mother, and she’s very lucky to have a daughter that appreciates her. Happy birthday to your mom, and lots of love to you both!

↳ yourinstagram thank you! ❤️ I feel very lucky, indeed!

user1 ahh, i still go back to that video from time to time! love it so much! it isn’t the one that started everything for me, but im proud to say i was already here to see how it changed your life. crazy to think how different things are now! but im happy to see that you have such a beautiful support system to get you through all this madness! im sure your mom is amazing, because she raised an amazing daughter! <3

↳ yourinstagram thank you for being here all along ❤️ it really means a lot!

harryfan5 these pictures!! AGHHH! SO PRETTY! and so aesthetically pleasing!! 

↳ yourinstagram right? always thought she had the coolest pictures, and im pretty sure thats what pushed me into this path haha thanks, Emma! ❤️ ↳ harryfan9 !!!!!!! girlllllll  ↳ ynharryenthusiast not the “Emma” at the end 😭 ↳ harryfan5 😭😭😭 ILYSM

harryfan60 am I the only who saw Harry calling yn out during the show tonight? the man had to ask a million times for her to film the gender reveal LMAO harryfan60 imagine your boss not trusting you do to your job I’D FOLD user5 What a beautiful, emotional post! harryfan22 now that you proved you know how to properly spell words why don’t you stop writing so many stupid captions?  annetwist Happy birthday to your mum! ❤️ harryfan11 yn interacting with us????? did we go back in time??

↳ user2 lol tell me about it! I miss the old times every time she posts now ↳ user13 yeah :( then the trolls arrived and once again ruined all the fun  ↳ harryfan17 istg these people can’t even respect her mother’s birthday…  ↳ harryfan19 it blows my mind bc yn didn’t give them ONE SINGLE REASON for them to act like this!! AT ALL!!!

harryfan45 ＠HARRYSTYLES YOU KNOW WE CAN SEE YOU, RIGHT? 🤨 

↳ harryfan45 why don’t you just follow her? lol ＠harrystyles  ↳ harryfan44 because he doesn’t want to ↳ harryfan45 boohooo!! and yet here he is liking her post anyway, isn’t heeee  ↳ harryfan44 how do you know it’s him? it could be anyone behind his account ↳ harryfan45 sure thing hunnnn 😚

lookitsnyoh 🦥❤️

↳ paulithepsm 🦥❤️ ↳ pillowpersonpp 🦥❤️ ↳ mitchrowland 🦥❤️ ↳ _basselin 🦥❤️ ↳ glenne_azoff 🦥❤️ ↳ jefezoff 🦥❤️ ↳ mollyjane_x 🦥❤️ ↳ harryfan3 i loveeeee when they do this!!! ↳ harryfan15 i want to be part of this toooooooo 🦥❤️ ↳ harryfan9 all here but harry guys? did you forget to let him in? LOLLL 

harryfan44 How does your mom feel about your latest post? Bet she wouldn’t be proud of you as her daughter if she saw it ! Bet she’s embarrassed of you ! 

↳ harryfan5 omg wtf???? this is so disrespectful??? ↳ harryfan44 Yn was the disrespectful one when she mentioned the o word! ↳ user14 the “o word”? lmao how old are you?  ↳ harryfan27 wait whats the o word?  ↳ harryfan25 orgasm? i think? ↳ harryfan27 HAHAHAHA  ↳ user16 i have a theory that if you’re not comfortable enough to say the word orgasm then you’re not old enough to be online interacting with +25yo  ↳ harryfan27 orgasm ↳ harryfan27 orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm  ↳ harryfan29 orgasm!!! ↳ harryfan31 🤣  ↳ harryfan27 orgasm  ↳ harryfan27 orgasm orgasm  ↳ harryfan11 ORGASM!!!  ↳ bestfriend orgasm ↳ bestfriend also, please fuck the fuck off  ↳ bestfriend 🖕

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popgossip HELLO LITTLE ONES! DID YOU MISS ME? POPGOSSIP AT YOUR SERVICE AGAIN! 

Hours ago I was gifted by a follower with a one-time only opportunity to get back into business, so I immediately reached out to my favorite human (that shall forever remain anonymous to you) and gathered some fresh and exclusive info for you. 

And as you’ll see, I am not only coming back after the longest state of hibernation, but I am also coming back with the yummiest popstar of them all: HARRY STYLES! 😍🤤

YES, YES, YES! THAT’S RIGHT! For once I got to play detective in a story involving him, the one and only, Harry Styles!

I barely got a taste of it, but things got so interesting and fun already that I’m determined to dive into these mysteries with all I have! 

For now, these are the screenshots that I gathered, but the digging isn’t over yet so follow me if you want to get updated on every detail about Harry Styles’ life 📨

FINALLY, the info I have for you is 100% exclusive and fresh, so buckle up guys!

Sincerely, 

🕵‍♂️🔎🕵‍♀️.

view all 20,909 comments  someone1 OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE BACK someone2 shit I forgot how much intell you used to share with us harryfan49 STOP THIS IS ABOUT HARRY AND YN!!!!!!! harryfan77 is this from tonight? 😲 are we supposed to believe in it?

↳ harryfan3 I wouldn’t pay too much attention to it ↳ harryfan11 even if they’re saying yn was crying???  ↳ harryfan3 yes, because actually it’s not up to us to know if/when she cries or not.

ynharryenthusiast this is actually so disrespectful to harry and yn. please leave them alone.  harryfan44 are you telling me this isn’t exactly what yn wanted?  harryfan44 if she didn’t want anyone to know about her crying, then she shouldn’t have cried in public space !! harryfan77 at least they left yn’s picture out of the screenshot 

↳ user7 after exposing her like this it’s the least they can do 

harryfan196 ＠popgossip remember when you used to do that thing of reading people’s theories and fact checking them?!! 😉😏

↳ harryfan196 so my theory is that yn saw the comments on her last post and got upset so she went outside and called her friend or maybe her mom then someone from the band told harry about it and that’s why he chased her and why he wanted to talk about it and she didn’t !!!!!!!! why she didn’t want him to see her crying !!!!!!! ↳ popgossip On it, babe! 🔎

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harryupdates More lucky fans just met Harry in Nashville! He also took some time to facetime their cousin (who’s also a fan!). 

view all 507 comments  harryfan88 WTF GUYS?? 😭 am I the only one who isn’t in nashville meeting harry right now?? harryfan17 harry spending the day with tyler and meeting fans is so soft harryfan17 dont ask me why i cant explain it but i think it is okay. it really is harryfan20 was anyone brave enough to ask if Yn was actually crying and sobbing like a baby last night? lollll  harryfan5 THAT’S LUCYYYYY GUYSSS harryfan5 LUCY IS THE SWEETEST OMG harryfan5 SHE DESERVES IT SOOOOO MUCH! :’)  harryfan25 the way harry always makes people feel special and heard and seen <3 harryfan24 👏👏 harryfan24 i stand by what i said: the day is better when yn isn’t around!!

↳ harryfan32 i noticed that, too!  ↳ harryfan24 yeah!! look how many fans got to meet him bc she wasn’t there  ↳ harryfan9 whyyyyyy are you guys so obsessed with her omg!! ↳ harryfan24 i’m not obsessed i’m just happy harry got rid of her 😚 ↳ harryfan7 lol sure hun! let’s see what happens tomorrow for show 2 in nashville, then ↳ harryfan24 at least you admit he only cares about her during shows LOL

harryfan31 i cant love this man any more than i already do 😭 my heart srsly cant take it harryfan139 he doesn’t look ok :(

↳ harryfan6 🙄 you can’t even see his face ↳ harryfan139 i know… but something in his eyes doesn’t seem right :( ↳ harryfan48 he’s worried because his fake gilfriend’s friend was rude to his fans. he doesn’t want to be with her anymore but it’s being forced to anyway! ↳ harryfan5 holy molly now THAT’S a way to tell the story lmaooooo 

harryfan42 CAN WE PLEASE STOP IGNORING THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? harryfan42 YN WAS SEEN CRYING LAST NIGHT AND HARRY CLEARLY HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT AND NOW SHE WASN’T SEEN WITH HIM ALL DAY EVEN THOUGH SHE NORMALLY IS FOLLOWING HIM EVERYWHERE 24/7

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ynupdates 👀🔥

Anthony Pham (Harry Styles Tour photographer) just posted on instagram and tagged ＠yourinstagram. 

She then reposted the story and added a caption to the picture: “hey mom, i hope this will make you proud”. 

I think it’s pretty safe to assume they’re hanging out together, and that Yn’s words are a dig to some of the comments she got on her last post. 

Now the question that remains is: is that Yn’s ass? 😅

view all 31 comments user5 you have absolutely no idea how much I love this user5 like I swear I respect her silence and privacy to death, but ngl it’s been so hard to watch lol harryfan5 DAAAAAMMMNNNN YN  harryfan11 respectfully, 💋💋💋 harryfan23 hey cowboy ＠harrystyles  bestfriend i can 100% confirm, that’s her ass!  bestfriend i can also 100% confirm that’s her mom’s new background now

↳ ynharryenthusiast THANK YOU  ↳ harryfan23 you’re the real queen babe ↳ harryfan17 please never leave us

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ynupdates Good morning guys! Anthony and Yn are at it again lol 

Tonight Harry Styles performs in Nashville one more time, meaning Yn will be there filming and doing her job! 

We’re loving to see she’s speaking up but also handling things with humor, and we hope she knows there are a lot of people supporting her, too ❤️

view all 11 comments user9 not them making fun of people who say she doesn’t know how to do her job LMAO harryfan3 she really said i’m done holding back didn’t she :’)  harryfan7 I LOVE THIS SIDE OF HER user11 everyone around him loves her and people just cant handle that!!  

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[bighungrywolf]

Hank stopped his car slowly, following the directions a civil guard was giving him to stop at a traffic checkpoint. When he stopped, he rolled down his window to answer the officer.

"Give me your license and registration papers, please," the guard said without even pausing to look at Hank, following the routine he was so tired of repeating.

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary, officer," Hank replied provocatively. When the guard looked up to retort that this was a contempt of authority, he found Hank flexing his huge bicep while looking suggestively at the guard.

-This… I'm… I'm… I'm sorry, sir, but… whoever you are, I have to follow protocol, that's the rules, yo… you're not going to get away with looking so… s… sexy," said the guard, trying to hide how nervous he was after being inches away from a man who was just… s… sexy," said the guard, trying to hide how nervous he was after being inches away from a man who was looking close to perfection.

"Uhm? Oh, I think I can do whatever I want, don't you? Look at my biceps again, don't you feel your authority over me waning little by little as you feel more and more dominated? Accept that right now I'm the one in control, and I could do whatever I want with you. For example, I feel like waving to the driver of the other car that's stopped, would you bring him here for me?"

"I… I don't…" the guard began to falter, watching as little by little all his authority completely vanished and he found himself increasingly dominated by Hank.

-"Ssssssssh, I didn't ask you to talk, puppy, I just said bring me the other driver here, do you think you'll be able to do it?" The guard nodded, running off to do his bidding. A minute later, he had brought the other driver to Hank's car, who looked rather confused, not understanding what kind of check they were going to do to him to have to go to the other stopped car at the checkpoint. Just as he was standing at Hank's window, Hank looked him up and down and said:

"Ooooh, I love that you have been so obedient, little guy, and now if you will allow me, I am going to enjoy the delicacy you just brought me" just as he finished saying this Hank grabbed the other man by the neck and thanks to his enormous strength, dragged him into his jaws. Like a starving animal that hadn't eaten for weeks, Hank devoured the man with astonishing speed, and within minutes there was nothing left of the man, only nutrients that would be redistributed throughout Hank's body making him even more muscular and dominant.

"Hmmmm, nothing like a good snack for lunch, thanks for the favour, puppy. If you're still here in the afternoon, I'll stop by to say hi and maybe you can offer me another snack in return, huh, how about that? For the moment I'm going to go ahead. Take one last look at these biceps you've helped to feed. Oh, and I'd recommend you get rid of that car, otherwise you're going to look pretty suspicious, and I don't want my favourite snack supplier to get caught" said Hank, as he started to step on the gas, leaving behind the guard who kept looking at Hank in bewilderment as he drove off, still not quite knowing what had just happened, as if he had been under heavy hypnosis. That's the thing about meeting an alpha pred, his dominance controls you completely.

[rikosseen]

Lookism men reacting to their kids being disrespectful to you

Anon req | some kids call you mama (Goo and Jake) |ft. Gun, Goo, Jake, Samuel, Eli

Gun Park

It’s not that he never wanted kids— but rather he didn’t know how to deal with them or guide them as a father.

Watching his son shout a fuck you at you— well. He really feels like he failed as a parent. Perhaps, if Jonggun had used other methods to teach the kid— perhaps if he’d been more present, this wouldn’t have happened.

You stay silent and sit down, not bothering to deal with your son; feeling too overwhelmed and fearful you’ll snap or say something you’ll later regret. Gun silently picks up the child, walks into a room, and gently closes the door. He places the kid down until the tantrum ceases, and calls out to him when he’s calmed. His Son glares and spits at his father. To which Gun narrows his eyes. A stare down ensues before the grown man lectures the child on language, and respectful behaviour; ensuring the concept and importance of family is engraved in the kid’s head.

“Is that understood?”

A nod.

“If you’re going to be non verbal now, I’m going to take it that you didn’t listen to a word I said.”

“Yes sir,” is muttered guiltily.

“Go apologise to your mother and help us out for dinner.”

The little boy walks out, Jonggun following suit— and he hesitantly stands in front of you. A sorry is muttered, and the boy’s father gives a curt nod of approval upon seeing you hug your child.

Goo Kim

“Just say sorry,” the blonde hisses.

“I don’t need to!” a little girl snaps back. “Why’re you on mama’s side anyway?!”

“Cupcake…” Goo begins, bending down to level himself with his daughter. “I’m always on your side. But there are times where as a parent, I have to be like this. Don’t you think Mama’s hurt with what you said?”

The little girl scoffs and whips her head around. “

“Well, if mama could have JUST listened to me,” she says exasperated.

Goo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“If daddy got angry at you for no reason, and started shouting some really mean things, wouldn’t you be upset?” he tries again.

The girl stays silent, but then quickly rolls her eyes with an, “Of course, duh.”

“Exactly. That’s how Ma’s feeling right now,” Goo picks up his daughter and carries her in his arms.

With a pout, she stays silent and furrows her eyebrows.

“I’ll be there when you apologise so it’s easier, ok?”

“No! I don’t wanna!” she screeches.

Where’d she get this attitude from? Goo scowls.

Jake Kim

“What’s up with you?” Jake gives his kid a poke.

The boy grumbles and picks at his food, ignoring your presence completely as you wash the dishes silently.

“What was that?” Jake whispers.

“I said something to Mama without meaning to.”

“Oh yeah?”

The kid nods slowly, but surely.

“Are you sorry?”

He nods again.

“Then why don’t you go ahead and say so?” Jake nudges the boy.

“I don’t—“ he hesitates.

“Come on,” the father stands up and takes his son’s hand, walking to you. “I’ll help.”

Samuel Seo

Thick air coats the house as Samuel enters through the door with a stern expression. Feet quickly scamper behind the kitchen counter in an attempt to hide from impending wrath. You walk out of your room calmly, phone in hand and take off Samuel’s coat.

“Where are they?” he frowns, looking around.

You tilt your head to where the twins are hiding and cross your arms.

“It’s not too late to own up,” you call out to the kids.

Silence.

“Suit yourselves,” you shrug, heading to the fridge to drink some juice.

Nervous muttering can be heard, but it’s quickly shut up when Samuel’s voice raises.

“My office. Now.”

Silence.

At this, your husband grunts and throws the twins over his shoulders.

“We’re sorry!” is screamed simultaneously, while you turn your head to ignore what’s happening.

“This is called consequences to your actions,” you singsong.

More screams and cries are heard.

What should we eat for dinner? you think.

Eli Jang

After a small outburst from Yenna, you can do nothing but give a tight lipped smile. Eli begins to stammer, and quickly runs up to his daughter in an attempt to reprimand her somehow.

“I’m so sorry— I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s not usually like this”

Yenna tries to wriggle out of her dad’s grip and cries.

“I know, Eli. It’s okay,” you back up a bit, observing your sleeves awkwardly.

“I swear, she absolutely adores you. And, and—“

“Eli,” you try again, this time looking at him. “It’s just kids being kids, don’t worry. Leave her alone right now. We can talk to her about her behaviour when she’s calmed.”

Reluctantly, he lets go of his daughter— who runs up to her room in a fit of sobs.

Warren and Sally walk in and give you two questioning looks.

“Is everything okay?”

[interruptedtrance]

Stress relief (franco x reader)

Smut; 18+

contains: calling franco master, nicknames (amor), reader being a brat, being used as stress relief, hands being tied behind the back, spanking, using a ruler, crying, aftercare

masterlist

“come here”

“yes master”

“over the desk”

“i'm sorry, what?”

slamming down his work, “bend over the desk, i've had enough of you amor” now slightly getting up from his chair, pointing where he wants you on the desk, “you have been such a brat, teasing all morning, disturbing me while i work, and now again walking around in a skirt that doesn't even cover anything!”

hesitation fully leaving your body, you move to his desk and bend over it, “i'm sorry master” you let out a small whimper.

he gently runs a hand on the inside of your thigh, before roughly grabbing your mound, and ripping your panties off you, “amor,” he inhales a deep breath, only making you more worried, “i want you to be quiet, and let me use you as stress relief.”

you lightly tremble, “yes master”, you feel franco grab both of your arms and pull them behind your back, firmly holding them to your lower back. his other hand, working off his tie, and carefully binding your arms together, making sure the knot isn't done too tightly.

soon franco sits down and returns to his work, while reading over some documents he gently traces his hand along your thigh, every now and then giving it a gentle squeeze, making you let out a tiny breath.

but the touches don't stop there, his hand moves to your ass giving it a rough squeeze, pulling a moan from you. “what did i tell you?” he questions without easing up his grip on your ass.

“to not make any noise”

“and what did you do?”

“i made noise, i'm sorry master” you knew better than to piss him off even more.

“amor, what do brats like you get?”

“they get punished sir”

“that's correct amor, now pick a number between one and five”

hesitating a bit, before you answer “four”.

“four times five is twenty, exactly how many swats you will be getting”

“what, why so many?” you try protesting. but franco now pulls you over his lap.

“why twenty, well you chose four swats, and the five is for every offence you have done, i see that before each session you will need to explain why you are getting them”

“yes master” you hang your head in defeat.

“can we start? why are you getting the first set?”

“i went over my spending limit”, as soon as those words came out you felt the first slap on your right cheek, the second soon following to your left, and the next two landing in the middle, each one making you hiss out in pain.

franco now gently rubbing your ass, “you should be thankful it wasn't for every dollar you went over, now what's the next thing?”

“i wore short skirts in the hopes of getting your attention sooner”

“shame you didn't ask for it” and with that another set is done, he makes sure to hit the exact same spots to really drive the message home, each spank harder then the last, making you cry out in pain.

franco is still gently caressing your bruised ass, and cooing at you to get you to calm down, “aaa amor it's not so bad, i wouldn't be doing this if you were good for me.”

“i disturbed you while you worked”

franco didn't start as soon as you stated what you did wrong, he caressed your ass for a second longer, “the next round will be with a ruler.”

“yes master” and again, in the same pattern he abused you ass, this time laying down even harder smacks making you shed a few tears.

“what color amor?” he questions, while gently running one hand over your burning cheeks, and with the other grabbing the implement.

“green master” you say with a tremble.

“alright amor, for what are you being punished now?”

“i didn't listen when you said i had to be quiet”

“correct” franco gently drug the ruler up your thighs to your cheeks, making sure both of them felt the ruler equally. when he brought the instrument to your ass, he held it there for a moment, and just gave you a few light swats with it, not enough to hurt, just enough to sting a bit, making you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

“and what is the last thing amor?” he questioned, while pressing the ruler into your burning skin.

“i've argued with you”

before he spanks you for the final four times, he gently kisses you on your head, and gives you another four light swats, making sure to spread them out so it doesn't hurt too much.

“thank you master” you say, while he is undoing the knot.

“stay over my lap for a second” he orders, while moving to grab something from his desk drawers, in the meantime you move and fold your arms under your head so it's being supported a little.

“this might be a bit cold amor” he mentions, before he softly traces his palms against your red cheeks to spread the ointment so you don't bruise. the cold from the ointment makes you let out a content breath.

he moved you, so that you are now sitting on his lap, careful of the area where he has delivered the hardest spanks too. “did the ointment feel good?” you only nod in return, now tired from the punishment.

franco gently grabs your face in his hands, and with his thumb lightly wipes away the tear streaks on your face, before softly connecting your lips together.

[thatoneautisticshark]

We've been blessed with Gaz taking care of a sick Ghost, but what do you think about a situation of Price taking care of a sick Soap? 👀

-ttt (who may or not be sick right now with a cold and loves a good comfort sick care fic🤧)

yes very very cute. It's a bit short sorry lol. I'm sleepy. Art at the end!!

Price glanced up from his paperwork as the door creaked open, and Soap walked in brandishing a stack of papers. “Finally finished all the fucking shitty paperwork ye gave me, if you give me more I'll bloody shank ye”

Price huffed a laugh, taking the papers, bopping soap on the head with them. “Don't be threatening your captain Mactavish” he chided putting the papers on his desk.

He turned back to the scot, frowning slightly. Soap wasn't looking good. His eyes were a little red, he was pale and swaying slightly on his feet, and when Price looked a little closer, he saw the others hands shaking.

He chewed on his lip as he debated it. As a friend, he was worried, and wanted to care for his friend. But as a professional and captain, he might be crossing lines.

But as he watched Soap sneeze and then wince as if the sneeze had caused him pain, Price knew he couldn't just professionally drop it.

“Mactavish, you solid?”The scot startled slightly looking up at Price.

“Uhm yeah… yeah I'm okay Cap”

Well that was bullshit. Soap looked like he may collapse if the wind blew too hard. And Soap clearly knew it was bullshit.

“Would you like to try that again? Because that was false”

Soap winced “Right sorry..” he chewed over his words “Uhm… I'm just a bit off.. think ay got a cold…’ts no big deal sir”

“Oh don't bullshit me. You are shaking, you should be resting”

Soap pulled a face, somehow still fighting while being sick. “Ay am fine Price! Christ ye acting like… a bloody.. mother hen ye numpty…” He trailed off at the end, and Price barely had time to stick out his hands, catching the sergeant as his legs gave out.

Price quickly wrapped his arms around the waist, holding the other up. “Mactavish seriously?”

The man in his arms groans, pushing himself back to his feet.“I-....sorry sir.. I'll be okay”

Okay? Price looked at him incredulously. The man was barely standing and had the gall to say he'd be okay?

“You need to rest, Mactavish, and I don't trust you'll rest if I tell you too. So you are coming with me”

The scot stammered in confusion but let himself be dragged towards the captains quarters. “I..wha- but…. Okay..” he finally conceded.

When they arrived at Price's room he gently pushed the other onto the bed, Soap not having the energy to argue, laying down and drifting off.

Over the next few hours he stirred a few times but never woke up, until Price was just beginning to wonder if he would be sleeping on the couch, when the sergeant woke, mildly delirious.

“I'm colddd” he whined at price, who was holding back a chuckle, while walking over.

He sat on the edge of the bed, before letting out an undignified squeak as Soap pulled him down. “Warm.”

Price blinked as soap clung to him, considering his options. He could easily push the other off. Soaps' grip was weak, and he couldn't fight.

But he just couldn't bring himself to. Soap was so vulnerable right now. And in this state he choose to seek out Price.

He sighed pulling his shirt off and sliding under the covers letting Soap rest on his chest, Soap immediately snuggling in.

This wasn't the worst thing ever.

And if when morning came and Price didn't want to wake soap so he simply read the reports with the other on him, who would know?

If anyone can identify what the wallpaper is, kudos. I wanna see if anyone gets it

[balrogballs]

A Flower to the Sun

A short and bittersweet ficlet about fatherhood and a slightly different take on elven fading. Samwise Gamgee comes across Celeborn of Lothlorien on a lonely Lindon beach, the two discuss their daughters, and a decision to sail together is made.

Samwise watches Celeborn sitting on the beach, his legs crossed beneath him, the certainty he's learned to associate with the elves in stark contrast to how… lost this one looks. Sam had found him here on a visit to Lindon, on a solitary beach he’d picked because it was far from the bustle of the Havens.

Unfortunately, the elf clearly thought the same, so much of Sam's visit had been spent sitting on a set of logs watching Celeborn watch the sea. So much for a retirement holiday, he thinks to himself. Celeborn of Lothlorien is frankly the last person he'd expected to spend any part of his dotage existing next to. Perhaps this is just the elf's way of retiring too, he supposes. Perhaps even this ridiculous creature got bored of his trees at last.

On the twelfth day of doing the exact same thing in silence, Sam plods over to Celeborn reluctantly, and offers him a little bow.

“Doing all right, my Lord?” he asks awkwardly. Celeborn offers him a similarly confused, slightly vague smile. “Have you been here long?”

“Ah. Yes, yes. Three hundred and sixteen evenings and counting. But I am sorry, young friend, you seem to know me. Have we met before?”

Sam frowns. Young? His hair was white from head to foot. Every damned curl, and he’d earned it. Had it been literally anyone besides an elf lord who’d said it, he’d….

And then he blinks at the other, something else, something worse catching at him. Have we met? Elven memories this, elven memories that, he’d been told all his life, then they met Elrond who (in Pippin’s words, not his!) “has all the glad and sorrowful memories of the world shoved up his arsehole, ready to be fingered at request”. Have we met?

And then he blinks at Celeborn. The lord is as young and beautiful as ever, yes, but oddly vacant and near-translucent in some lights. Like he isn’t even there, and then is, and then isn’t.

Ah, he realises. Ah.

“Yes, my lord,” Sam says quietly. “We have met. My name is Samwise Gamgee. We met during the Ring Quest. I was with, with, with Mister Frodo. My greatest friend in the world. I’ll be off to see him soon.”

“Is that so?” Celeborn blinks at him, confused. “My greatest friend is Galadriel, my wife. Marvellous thing, she is, my sun and stars. Ring quest, is it? Probably something Elrond thought up, I wager. Do you know him? He’s the little donkey that my daughter, my Celebrían, married. For good or for ill. Do you have a daughter?”

“I do,” Sam smiles reflexively, passing over the lord calling Elrond a donkey, having existed for far too long near Pippin, who has called him far worse. “My Elanor, lively thing she is. Apple of my eye, then and now.”

“Ah, so you know!” Celeborn smiles at him, looking almost solid for a split second. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? That first moment, when you hold them in your arms. Feet first, my Cello-baby was born, did you know that? Feet first, and then the rest of her, and I was the first to truly hold her skin-to-skin. She had opened her eyes right there, like a flower to the sun as I always say, those scraps of blue sky in her eyes, and I fell feet-first into this unbearable affliction. That of loving something far more than yourself. Just like that. What an astonishing honour it is, Samwise, to be gazed at by a wonder like that. Don’t you agree?”

“Absolutely, sir, I just ‘bout burst into tears when I first held my Nori,” Sam feels a lump tighten his throat at the thought of that and of their farewell, though he is somewhat comforted seeing that Celeborn is just as misty-eyed. “You’re absolutely right. A right honour, that’s it.”

“Ah, I can see from the look in your eyes,” Celeborn claps his hands together and Sam is startled to her near-silence, as if the slap of his palms hadn’t even happened. “I can see you know what I do: holding your baby daughter for the first time, how it feels!”

“Like the bravest Hobbit to ever live,” Sam sits on the sand next to him, looking out at the sea.

“Yes! Like the most noble elf in all of history. Like you have made a friend for life, just like that,” smiles the lord.

Sam can almost see the trees through his eyes.

The loneliest creature in all of Arda, he thinks inexplicably.

“Just like that,” he echoes. Celeborn offers him a drink from his flask companionably, which he gratefully accepts.

“Would you wait with me, Master Hobbit?” asks the elf lord. “I think today might be the day.”

“Might be the day, my lord?”

“That her ship arrives,” Celeborn tells him, gesturing out at the sea ahead of them. “She went on a journey, you see. My Celebrían. It was on this little beach we all said our farewells and see you soons, you see. I don’t remember when. Maybe a couple of years have gone by, so, she should be arriving back soon. She’d always hated the sea, you know. I tell you, that Elrond probably has something to do with this delay, the little mollusc.”

“You’re waiting for… you’re waiting for your daughter?” Sam whispers. “For Celebrían?”

Celeborn nods casually, says “I’ve been here every day,” and then slaps his knees, smiling. “I seem to have forgotten the date she’d said she’d come back, see? But today’s the day. I’m certain.”

Oh Mister Frodo, Sam finds himself thinking, eyes filling with sudden tears. Such a land of sorrows ours has become.

“Today’s the day,” Celeborn says again, in a fierce whisper.

He’s not even here. He’s not been here for years.

“It isn’t,” Sam says steadily, but reaches out and grasps Celeborn’s phantasmal, translucent hand in his liver-spotted one. “They’ve stopped receiving ships in this harbour, see. In the Havens that is. But there’s a way.”

Celeborn’s fingers tighten on his, shaking, and Sam almost feels it. “Is there a way? Do you know it? I’ll go. I’ll go now, I’ll go anywhere for her. She must be thinking I’m so... so silly. Having waited on the wrong beach. But I have forgotten…”

“Do you know Círdan?”

Celeborn shakes his head slowly.

“Should I? I have forgotten much, I think. I don’t know how. Oh, I fear I have forgotten ever so much, my friend. I did not want to. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s all right,” Sam reaches out, wipes a freezing tear off the trembling chin. “I know him. You don’t need to. You remember the important people, that’s enough. It’s a while away, this place, but we’ll go together, you and I. It’s a little while away, over the sea.”

“Do you know the way to where she is, once we get there?”

“Well, no,” Sam shrugs, still smiling. He grasps Celeborn’s other hand, warms it in his. “But when we get there, Mister Frodo told me he’d be waiting on the docks. And he’ll know the way, I promise you that. I’d not lie to you, Lord Celeborn. And not just your girl. Your Lady Galadriel too. Both of them.”

Celeborn is shaking all over now, looking at Sam with suddenly wide-helpless eyes.

“What is it, lord?”

“I have forgotten much, my friend,” he repeats. “What if they have forgotten too? What if they have forgotten me? I have wasted too much time, I fear. What if they do not recall me?”

His eyes look like Mister Frodo’s eyes, Sam realises. During those last steps up the mountain. Like a calamity certain to pass.

Sam had never thought this would be what it means to fade like the elves. He had thought it would be easy, painless, much better than dying. But this. This is worse than dying, he thinks. To fade is not to leave a land of sorrows, but to become part of it. To become another sorrowful thing, nameless and drifting about hills and trees. And Samwise Gamgee has always refused to let such things happen. No, not on his watch.

Celeborn is far too tall for Sam to carry. He won’t even try. But his hands are steady, and so is his shoulder. There’s plenty of him left to lean on, that he knows. He clasps Celeborn’s own shoulder, squeezes it tight and turns the elf towards him.

“Don’t even think about it, Lord Celeborn. Where they are, there’s no forgetting, absolutely not,” he grasps his hands again, rubbing some warmth back into them. “You get off that boat with me, we’ll say good-day to Mister Frodo, and then we’ll be off to find your wife, and your girl. There’s no forgetting in that place, you see, nothing like that at all. She’ll open her door, and her awful husband may be there but your girl will see you and know exactly who you are.”

The elf lord laughs a little, brushing his cheek with his sleeve. “She’ll think I’m awfully silly. Waiting in the wrong place like this.”

“That she will. That’s what daughters do, we know that. And then she’ll look at you, like, what was it again you said, sir? Like poetry it was, but I don’t remember...”

“I do,” Celeborn’s eyes are almost solid enough to reflect the dusk-stained sea. He smiles, hands squeezing Sam’s. “She’ll look at me, like a flower to the sun.”

[lyriane]

(2.2k words short fic, again; based on the Peak of Truth, Despair Not Bond Story)

The Sage of Truth may have descended from the Peak of Truth, but the unknown Cookie before that had to ascend. To reach and grasp the pinnacle of Truth. To witness it in its finest.

Let us rewind the time, shall we?

Back to the time before the Sage of Truth was called by that title– before he could even be called the Sage of Truth. He couldn't accept being called that without his life’s greatest accomplishment.

And to attain that, one must reach the peak.

To say nothing of the trials and hardships that comes with the ascension would be too dismissive, but like with every Truth, it has to be unknown. Otherwise there would be no point seeking it, no?

When he finally reached the last steps to the peak, there were no heavenly light gracing him nor golden bells ringing harmoniously for his greatest achievement. Nothing at all. Did that disappoint him? Admittedly so, as it's simply a natural instinct to seek validation after such a deed, but not so much.

What truly drove him though; to keep trying, to go through many ordeals, was the thrill of seeking the Truth.

Are you surprised? Oh don't be.

It's always been fascinating how such basic instincts can drive any Cookie to the point of obsession. Desire, Greed, Love, Passion, and oh so many more. After all, aren't you also driven by curiosity right now?

Now that's mentioned, there was another thing aside from thrill-seeking. There's always curiosity as well. Of the years that have gone by, fleeting time as it is, there's been a constant within the endless change.

The Cookie that stood at the top of the Truth and never came down— the Hermit of Truth, the Truthless Recluse.

He wanted to meet that Cookie so badly. To see if the rumors are true, to appease his neverending curiosity, seeking the Truth in every way and form.

To meet someone who can understand him.

Yet what greeted him was nothing, nothing waited for him at the very peak of Truth.

"Stop pretending. You know all too well that there is nothing at the Peak of Truth.”

Is this truly the Truth that he has long sought for? Nothing? Nothing at all?

Eyes of yellow and blue brimmed with sorrow, despair curled around possessively, like tight noose.

“I, too, once made the same mistake, and for that, faced despair upon the Peak... There was no Truth expecting me. No Truth to save us all. And I cursed myself hundreds, thousands of times over for my folly.”

Liar. Deceiver.

There was something– no, someone at the Peak of Truth.

Would've been unnoticeable too, if he wasn't looking thoroughly for a speck of anything. Ironic, considering the Cookie’s bright white clothes. The Cookie’s stature looked small with their back turned, their clothing seemingly oversized on them.

“Hmm? Oh! My apologies, I thought I was alone here.” The Cookie finally turned around. Long golden locks of hair cascading down. A soft angelic smile greeting him.

Perhaps it was a good thing that the white Cookie's eyes were closed or else they would've seen the way he was gaping in surprise, completely shell shocked. Though unfortunately the silence from him was too obvious.

“Um..?” The white Cookie tilted their head in confusion, yet patiently waited for his response.

This.. This is definitely not the Truthless Recluse he has heard from the rumors.

He shook his head, trying to regain his sense of self. How embarrassing of him to lose composure in front of an audience!

“I apologize, this humble scholar was simply just dazzled by your beautiful appearance, good.. sir? ” He trailed off, looking at the Cookie in front of him. He couldn't tell. He just hoped that his words weren't taken as an offense by the other.

Luckily, the Cookie merely chuckled in response, even taking the compliment in stride. “Sir is fine, do not fret.”

“Though I must apologize again for not noticing you sooner. I am currently unable to see, for the staff I use as my aide is still being fixed at the moment.” The Cookie continued to softly speak, expressing himself in movements gentle and graceful.

He nodded, then quickly stopped in embarrassment. That explains a lot. He only now arrived here though, yet he didn't clear up the misunderstanding the other had. He was too curious about this enigmatic Cookie.

“That's completely reasonable. I can not fault you for that. I must ask, what is your name? If you don't mind me asking, of course.” He asked, respectfully, keeping his hand behind his back like a gentleman.

The beautiful Cookie chuckled again, surprisingly taking his respectful yet dramatic attitude, almost in a fond way. Then he bowed, playing along. “It seems I've forgotten my manners. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie. Yours is?”

Pure Vanilla Cookie, he mouthed, testing. He almost didn't respond immediately, a little too awestruck if he had to admit. The name felt, familiar, somehow.

His name though? “Call me the Sage of Truth.” he announced, taking off his hat and bowing in return. The name rolled off his tongue effortlessly, sounding right and true.

Then he paused, momentarily feeling confusion as well as a growing sense of uneasiness. He wasn't called that, no one called him that, and he didn't have that title— Not yet.

Huh?

“Sage of Truth? Are you feeling alright?” A gentle melodious voice called, worrying for a stranger. Pure Vanilla’s hand was raised in front of him, as if wanting to hold him steady but was unable to accurately find his position

The Sage(?) shook his head, feeling off-centered, but he didn't show it. “Ah, no worries. I'm as perfectly fine as I could be!” He wouldn't admit it. Not in front of Pure Vanilla. Not in front of an audience.

Something is terribly wrong here.

Pure Vanilla didn't take his words at face value, didn't take it as the absolute truth. That seems wrong. Why is he not following the script? He still looked worried. The Sage was about to reassure him again, to lie—

“... Do you feel its influence too?” Pure Vanilla’s words shut his mouth closed. Influence? Of what, exactly? He didn't need to ask as Pure Vanilla thankfully elaborated his words.

“Here, time and space are intertwined. The future of the past and present coexist.” Pure Vanilla spoke in a wistful tone, as if fondly recalling a memory. Weirdly enough, it did feel like that. Everything seemed like it has happened before, here, yet it hasn't passed, not yet.

The Sage could not find the usual words he would say. In fact, what should he say in the face of such concept? It's the Truth. Pure Vanilla spoke of no lies. The Sage instinctively knew, and felt it too.

That Truth revealed the core of everything. Answered the familiarity, the distortion between time and memories, the feeling of not being himself— and Pure Vanilla Cookie’s presence at the Peak of Truth.

The Sage plopped down on the ground rather ungracefully, he couldn't keep himself afloat anymore. When did he start floating again? Ah no, don't question it. He sighed rather tiredly, perhaps the whole ordeal of climbing a seemingly endless peak has finally caught up to him.

Pure Vanilla Cookie only chuckled, only becoming at ease after hearing the Sage’s sigh. He too, sat on the ground, gracefully sitting down in a seiza position. Not even a single speck of dirt staining his white robes. How envious.

“.. This is all really confusing.” The Sage of Truth finally admitted, his lips thinning in annoyance. Pure Vanilla only chuckled in response, that traitor.

The Sage’s face soured, pinpointing the unusual feeling, the feeling of betrayal(?) that he shouldn't be feeling that intensely at the very moment. He shook his head, again, trying to keep his mind back on the track.

This anomaly intrigued him, of course, but by the Witches, is it so frustratingly mind-boggling. How is he meant to keep a calm enough focus to thoroughly analyze this if it kept influencing his mind, personality, thoughts, his everything down to his very soul?

Ugh, he shuddered, it was rather invasive and violating now that he thought about it. Is this really the Truth he worked so hard to get to? Then he glanced at Pure Vanilla, who was just patiently humming to himself.

Does he feel that too? Those lapses of insanity, disorientation, and feeling so unlike yourself? Thank the Witches that his memories haven't gotten influenced yet– or maybe it already has and he just hasn't noticed? Ugh, how annoying!

Perhaps it's just the Sage of Truth feeling this way. Only him. After all, he can notice it now. The sense of distortion around Pure Vanilla Cookie, he wasn't meant to be here. He's not from this time.

“.. Do you think I'll be able to meet you?” The Sage couldn't help but ask, some of the words left unsaid. His voice was placid, void of the dramatics. He has to ask as many questions as he can before Pure Vanilla goes back, he reasoned to himself.

Pure Vanilla hummed, already knew what the words that were left unsaid. The Sage of Truth solemnly stared at the broad night sky. The stars shone brighter here, at the Peak of Truth. Nothing else was brighter than the one beside him though.

“I'm sure you will meet me again.” Pure Vanilla softly whispered in the dead of night. He looked away but the Sage of Truth listened closely like it was the Truth he has always sought for.

“You and I are meant to be together.”

"Stop teaching about the Truth."

How bold of them to demand such a thing.

Yet the Sage of Truth could not help but entertain it anyways. It's always better to hear out demands, he was interested in what kind of reasons this visitor of his had to say such words.

"Why must I?" he asked instead, probing for answers.

The guest stepped closer. The ray of light illuminated his visitor’s face, revealing the dark robes and shadows hidden within. It couldn't erase the golden locks of hair, the gold and blue eyes, and the oh so dreadfully familiar face.

The Sage of Truth could not stop himself from exclaiming delightedly, like he was greeting a beloved old friend of his.

‘Pure Vanilla Cookie, I've finally met you.’

"Aaahh, if it isn't the Truthless Recluse himself. To what do I owe such a pleasure?” is what the Sage of Truth said instead.

He continued to speak, ignoring the true words he wanted to say out loud. "It is said that the Truthless Recluse never descends from the Peak of Truth... How may this humble scholar be of service to you?"

The Recluse's eyes brimmed with sorrow, the sight caused the Sage of Truth to clench his fist tightly, restraining himself. Yet the words of the Recluse struck him more.

"Stop pretending. You know all too well that there is nothing at the Peak of Truth.”

‘Liar. Deceiver.’ rang in his head. ‘You were there.’ he didn't say. ‘Don't you remember?’ That would be pointless to ask.

What did you find when you reached the Peak of Truth? The Sage of Truth wondered as he looked at the Truthless Recluse. Did you truly find nothing? Or are you lying, like the Cookie of Deceit that you are?

Are you really the Pure Vanilla Cookie I met at the Peak of Truth?

The Sage of Truth did not ask. He knew the answer already.

He only pointed upwards and said, "Alas, the Truth is imperfect by design... and yet, one must not turn away from the light of one's own Truth.”

The visage of Pure Vanilla’s gentle smile overlapped with the Truthless Recluse’s sorrowful look. Unsightly. Imperfect, and yet the Sage of Truth could not turn away from his Truth.

And with a welcoming gesture, he added, "Not unlike yourself whose Truth is to protect others from anguish.”

You are still the same.

Yesterday's visitor was long gone. The Sage of Truth stared upwards, reminiscing that time at the Peak of Truth. It was so long ago.. He could still remember it clearly though. Further drove him to spread the Truth to seekers, so he could meet him, once again.

‘You already knew who I was and who'd you be, didn't you, Pure Vanilla Cookie?’

The Sage of Truth let out a sigh, it felt like it was merely yesterday when Pure Vanilla was beside him, chuckling so tenderly. Yet the perfect image he had of Pure Vanilla was stained by the Truthless Recluse, like ink dipped into clear waters.

Idly, he traced his fingers on his Souljam and remembered the same shape on Pure Vanilla, just tilted upside down and minus the slit of eye. Everything.. All the questions he had over that day.. It all clicked, when he finally met the Truthless Recluse.

Fitting, since the Truthless Recluse was who he sought to meet from the very start.

The Sage of Truth wondered, If Pure Vanilla and the Truthless Recluse are merely counterparts… Those intense feelings, the fondness that Pure Vanilla had for him..

Who was the Sage of Truth’s counterpart?

‘Was it me, who you had met at the Peak of Truth, Truthless Recluse?’

Did he want to know?

Did he dare to seek the Truth like always?

The Sage of Truth smiled. He found his Truth. “We'll meet again,” he promised.

“For you and I are bound.”

[empressdede]

The Secretary - 8

Chapter Eight

Previous

The next morning, Serena stepped into WWE Headquarters with her usual air of professionalism—but underneath it all, she was nervous as hell.

Last night had felt too good. Too easy. Too natural.

But now, in the harsh light of day, she had to remember who she was in this building: Serena Westbrook, Executive Secretary to the Tribal Chief. Not his almost-lover. Not the woman he kissed in a locked room. She had worked too hard for her reputation to let herself get caught up in something she wasn’t even sure could last.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her blazer and walked toward her office, determined to keep things professional.

But the second she stepped inside, she froze.

Roman was already there.

He was leaning against her desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with an expression that was way too unreadable for this early in the morning.

“Morning,” he greeted smoothly.

Serena blinked, gripping the strap of her bag. “Uh… morning.”

Roman’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “You nervous?”

Serena scoffed, stepping forward and setting her bag down. “Please. I don’t get nervous.”

Roman let out a quiet chuckle. “Right.”

Serena ignored him, booting up her computer and reaching for her planner. “What’s on your schedule today?”

Roman didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pushed off the desk and walked closer—so close that she could smell his damn cologne.

“I missed you this morning,” he said casually.

Serena’s breath caught.

She closed her eyes for a second, mentally cursing him and herself for how easily he could shake her.

“Roman,” she warned, keeping her voice even. “We’re at work.”

“I know,” he murmured, leaning just slightly over her shoulder. “I’m behaving, aren’t I?”

Serena clenched her jaw, gripping her pen a little too tightly. “You’re testing me.”

Roman smirked. “A little.”

Serena inhaled through her nose, flipping open her planner with more force than necessary. “You have a production meeting at eleven, a sponsorship call at two, and—”

“You look good today,” he interrupted.

Serena froze.

She turned slowly, narrowing her eyes. “Do you want to get me fired?”

Roman just smiled, looking entirely too relaxed. “I’m just making an observation.”

Serena glared at him. “Go to your office, sir.”

Roman chuckled, but finally took a step back, holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll be good.”

“Damn right you will,” she muttered, flipping through her notes.

Roman smirked on his way to the door. “See you at eleven, Miss Westbrook.”

Serena didn’t even look up. “Goodbye, Mr. Reigns.”

The second the door closed behind him, she let out a deep breath, pressing a hand to her forehead.

This man was going to drive her insane.

And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she even minded.

_

The rest of the morning went by without any major incidents—unless Serena counted the few times Roman caught her looking at him during the production meeting.

Which, to be fair, she wasn’t staring.

She was doing her job. Taking notes. Staying focused.

But Roman, being the absolute menace that he was, would occasionally glance over at her, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

And when the meeting ended, as everyone got up to leave, he had the audacity to lean in and murmur, “You sure you don’t wanna sit in on my next meeting? I like having you close.”

Serena had given him a perfectly professional, totally not panicked glare before shoving her notepad into her arms and walking straight out of the room without responding.

She wasn’t about to let him play games with her in front of everyone.

Now, back at her desk, she was doing her best to focus on emails when Naomi popped her head in, a knowing grin already on her face.

Serena groaned. “Nope. Whatever you’re about to say, nope.”

Naomi stepped all the way inside, closing the door behind her. “Girl, I saw you two in that meeting.”

Serena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “There was nothing to see.”

Naomi scoffed. “Mmm-hmm. That’s why Roman was lookin’ at you like you were the only person in that room?”

Serena groaned again, dropping her head to her desk. “Kill me.”

Naomi laughed, sitting on the edge of the desk. “No can do. I’m too invested in this.”

Serena lifted her head. “There is no ‘this.’ We talked. We… handled things.”

Naomi raised a brow. “And by ‘handled things,’ you mean you finally admitted your feelings and kissed?”

Serena’s face burned. “Naomi.”

Naomi just grinned. “It’s about damn time. But what now?”

Serena sighed, staring down at her desk. “I don’t know. We agreed to take things slow. Keep it professional.”

Naomi folded her arms. “And how’s that workin’ out for you?”

Serena groaned. “It’s not.”

Naomi laughed again, shaking her head. “Girl, just let yourself have this. Roman ain’t out here playing. You see the way he looks at you?”

Serena bit her lip. She did.

And that was the problem.

She felt everything.

Naomi gave her a pointed look. “If you want this to work, you gotta stop running.”

Serena exhaled slowly. “I know.”

Naomi smirked, standing up. “Good. Now, I gotta go collect another bet from Jey, ‘cause I knew you’d try to act professional today and fail.”

Serena gaped at her. “You bet again?!”

Naomi winked. “Baby, I always bet on love.”

With that, she strutted out, leaving Serena sitting there, torn between wanting to scream and maybe admit that Naomi was right.

Maybe she was running. And maybe… it was time to stop.

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Roman leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he listened to Jimmy run his mouth for the last five minutes.

“You just gonna let her run circles around you all day?” Jimmy asked, shaking his head. “Come on, Uce. You’re Roman Reigns. Since when do you just wait around?”

Roman smirked. “I told her I’d take things slow.”

Jimmy scoffed. “Slow don’t mean you let her pretend she ain’t feelin’ this.” He leaned forward. “She’s been dodging you all day, hasn’t she?”

Roman sighed. “More like trying really hard to keep it professional.”

Jimmy snorted. “And how’s that goin’?”

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “Not great.”

“Exactly. So do her a favor—pull her aside and give her exactly what she’s been running from all day.”

Roman raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

Jimmy grinned. “Give her a kiss. A kiss never hurt nobody.”

Roman smirked. “You just want more money off these bets, don’t you?”

Jimmy held up his hands. “Hey, I ain’t gonna lie, I do love gettin’ paid.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “You and Naomi are a damn mess.”

Jimmy laughed. “Yeah, yeah. But am I wrong?”

Roman exhaled through his nose. “No.”

Jimmy clapped his hands together. “Aight then. Handle that, Tribal Chief.”

Roman didn’t say anything, just pushed back his chair and stood up.

He already knew exactly where Serena was.

And it was time to make sure she knew she didn’t have to run anymore.

Serena was standing by the conference room window, going over her notes for Roman’s next meeting, when she heard the door click shut behind her.

She turned, already knowing who it was before she even saw him.

Roman leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable look that had been driving her crazy all day.

Serena straightened her posture. “Do you need something, Mr. Reigns?”

Roman smirked. “So we’re back to ‘Mr. Reigns’ now?”

Serena lifted her chin. “We’re at work, aren’t we?”

Roman exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Serena.”

She swallowed. “Roman.”

He took a slow step forward.

Serena immediately stepped back. “What are you doing?”

Roman didn’t stop. “Something I should’ve done earlier.”

Serena’s back hit the wall, and before she could even think about another escape, Roman was right there, boxing her in with his arms on either side of her.

Her breath hitched. “Roman, we can’t—”

“Why not?” His voice was low, his eyes locked onto hers. “Because we’re at work? Because you think I don’t mean this?”

Serena’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “Because I’m trying so hard to do this the right way.”

Roman leaned in just enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath. “And what if this is the right way?”

Serena’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

She had spent all day avoiding him, trying to convince herself that she could separate work from whatever this thing between them was.

But the way he was looking at her now—like he had always been sure of this, even when she wasn’t—made it impossible to think straight.

Roman lifted a hand, trailing his fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up. “You still running, Serena?”

Serena swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

Roman’s gaze flickered to her lips. “Then let me help you figure it out.”

Before she could even take another breath, his lips were on hers.

And this time, she didn’t run.

She melted into him, gripping the front of his shirt as his arms wrapped securely around her, pulling her flush against him.

The kiss was slow, deep—like he had all the time in the world to make sure she felt everything.

By the time they pulled away, Serena was breathless, her heart pounding.

Roman rested his forehead against hers, smirking. “Still wanna pretend this isn’t happening?”

Serena let out a shaky breath, her fingers still curled into his shirt.

“…No.”

Roman chuckled. “Good.”

Serena sighed, finally relaxing against him. “You’re impossible.”

Roman smirked. “And you’re mine.”

Serena opened her mouth to argue—but she didn’t.

Because maybe… just maybe…

She didn’t want to fight this anymore.

Serena didn’t know how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other like they weren’t in the middle of work, like they weren’t supposed to be keeping things professional.

But honestly? She didn’t care.

Roman’s arms around her felt right. His warmth, the steady way he held her, like he knew she was going to try and talk herself out of this—out of them—and he wasn’t going to let her.

She sighed, pressing her forehead against his chest. “This is crazy.”

Roman hummed, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her lower back. “Yeah. But I don’t hear you complaining.”

Serena scoffed but didn’t move.

Because he was right. She wasn’t complaining.

She was terrified—but she wasn’t running.

That had to mean something.

After a moment, Roman leaned back just enough to look down at her, his hands steady on her waist. “Tell me what’s going through that mind of yours.”

Serena bit her lip.

The truth?

She had spent so long making sure she was taken seriously, working twice as hard to prove she deserved her spot in a world where people like her weren’t always given a fair chance.

She had built herself up to be untouchable, unshakable.

And then he happened.

Roman, with his impossible confidence, his patience, his steady way of looking at her like he knew her, even when she didn’t want to admit what was in her own heart.

She exhaled slowly. “I just…” She met his eyes. “This isn’t just a moment for you, is it?”

Roman’s expression didn’t even falter.

“Serena,” he said, his voice steady, certain, “I don’t do ‘moments.’ Not with you.”

Serena swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in her chest.

Before she could respond, there was a loud bang as the door suddenly swung open.

“YEEEAAAHH!!”

Jey Uso literally jumped into the room, throwing his arms up in victory. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW Y’ALL WAS GON’ STOP PLAYIN’!”

Jimmy walked in behind him, shaking his head with a smirk. “Took you long enough, Uce.”

Naomi strolled in last, folding her arms with a very satisfied smile. “Well, well, well. What was that about keeping it professional, Serena?”

Serena groaned, burying her face in Roman’s chest. “Somebody kill me.”

Roman just laughed, tightening his hold around her. “Y’all ain’t got no jobs to do?”

Jey waved him off. “Nah, this is way more important. We been workin’ overtime tryna get y’all together.”

Jimmy held a hand out to Naomi, who smirked and placed a crisp $50 bill in his palm.

Serena’s head snapped up. “Are you SERIOUS?!”

Naomi shrugged. “Baby, I always bet on love.”

Serena groaned again while Roman just grinned, clearly enjoying this way too much.

Jey nudged Jimmy. “You think we should leave ‘em alone?”

Jimmy shrugged. “I mean… we could.”

Jey smirked. “But it’s more fun to mess with ‘em.”

Serena glared. “I hate you all.”

Roman just chuckled, pulling her closer. “Nah, you love us.”

Serena sighed dramatically, but the warmth in her chest told her he was probably right.

And maybe, just maybe…

She was finally okay with that.

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Whitepine ep. 5 Thoughts

Mild spoiler warning, don't read if you haven't watched the ep

My thoughts as I watched it:

Last episode has me stressed, I'm always looking for that detective in the background now lol

The music is just beautiful, as always (and the sound design over all eats so much omg)

"you look pretty-" "awe, thank you" is killing me. I love them

I constantly feel like stuff is happening that is supposed to be important/significant, but I've forgotten everything and don't realize

If anything happens to Serapter I'm killing everyone else and then myself

Not Zolister calling her Ivy after making a whole deal about having never met someone named Ivory before

Another sunflower. later there also seems to be a yellow flower (technically a dandelion) on the grave. maybe it was a fav flower? maybe more?

THEN when Ivory is standing in the cathedral, she's standing in the centre of a gold thing which is exactly the same as the flower pin things. Will rewatch old episode to look for flower symbolism

... I hate this fucking pastor

"Everyone knows he's a little fruity" crying

Please let me give Ivory a hug

Does Ivory even walk more quietly than the others or am I tripping? If I'm right, I love that detail

I love how everyone is coping so differently

Kantje :(

"I don't mean to interrogate you-" stop right there, sir.

"Or say... even just missing?" stop ittttt

His leading questions are gonna give me a headache (I know it's his job I'm just a hater)

[anywaymuahahahaha]

Manager for a Day

~*Chapter One: Help Wanted!*~

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A beam of sunlight crept inside through a curtained window. The long silence began to fill with the sound of birds singing their morning song. The cool, calm air gently shook the trees which tapped against the side of the walls. It was the sunlight that caught his attention first. He set down the pen in his hand, turning away from the towering stack of paperwork in front of him. As a beam of light warmed his face, he shut his eyes for a moment, unsure whether to feel relieved or concerned.

“Is that?…” He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his hands, using one of them to shield himself from the bright glare. His sore muscles protested as he pushed himself up from his chair, his body aching from hours of stillness.

He pulled back the curtains and was nearly blinded by the unforgiving sunlight from outside. Sure enough, the sun was most definitely up.

“Oh! Morning already?” He muttered with a slight sense of urgency in his weak voice. In an instant, he spun back around to his desk.

“Boy, time sure does fly…” He muttered to himself as he quickly rummaged through stacks of papers and discarded snack wrappers.

“It was just here… Where did I…” In his efforts to seek what he lost he began to make an even bigger mess than before he “tidied up” last night.

Yes, it was morning. Morning again after yet another long night of work. What time was it even? Heck, what day was it? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was he had a job to do.

I could have sworn I left it right here. Is someone messing with me?

He wasn’t the tidiest, as it was plain to see from the sight of his office. It was often the little things that would slip between the cracks. But he never let it bring him down. In fact, he didn’t let anything bring him down.

As he was nearly tearing his office apart, the front door to his office cracked open slightly.

“S-sir?” A quiet, hesitant voice called from behind the door. He poked his head in a bit further.

“Mr. Manager, sir?” He repeated.

“Oh!” A voice came from under the desk, followed by the sound of papers rustling.

Before the voice could respond-

THUD!

“Ow!”

The loud thud reverberated through the room as the bumbling Manager Magolor clumsily crawled out from under the desk, one hand clutching his head in pain.

“Oh, goodness, sir! Are you alright?!” His guest cried out.

“Who, me?” he chuckled. “Never been better!” He declared confidently as he dusted himself off. Suddenly, his expression shifted to panic. “Say…Waddle Dee, you haven’t seen my hat around, have you?” He spun in circles desperately scanning every inch of the room.

Waddle Dee glanced over to the coat rack that stood by Magolor’s office door, and sure enough, there it was in its usual spot.

“It’s right there by the door sir!” he said, pointing at it.

Magolor turned, spotting the familiar sight of his big blue manager's top hat perched atop his coat rack and sighed with relief.

“Oh, would you look at that!” He smiled. “See, this is why you’re my go-to guy, Waddle Dee!” Magolor grabbed his big, blue top hat and placed it atop his head like a crown.

“Ahh, at long last it’s time.” Magolor announced, clasping his hands. “Time to open the park for another fantastic day of fun at Merry Magoland! Are you ready, Waddle Dee?” Magolor tightened his bright, blue bow tie and smoothed out the wrinkles on his cape, his usual flair for presentation on full display.

“Of course, sir!”

There were many Waddle Dee’s working at Merry Magoland but this one in particular stood out to Magolor. His fierce dedication and loyalty helped earn him the coveted role of Manager Magolor’s personal assistant, a job he took immense pride in. While Magolor preferred to do almost everything himself, Waddle Dee was always there to assist with extra duties at the park and lend a hand to Magolor whenever he needed it. He took his work very seriously, striving to maintain a close bond with his boss, Magolor, whom he had admired ever since he first got hired at Merry Magoland. Aside from Kirby, no one spent more time with Magolor than Waddle Dee.

“Look, sir!” He exclaimed. “There’s already over a hundred guests waiting outside! That’s almost twice as many as yesterday’s opening! Merry Magoland is a huge success and it’s all because of you!” Magolor paused as he looked at himself in the mirror. As Waddle Dee’s words sank in, he began to blush slightly.

“Thank you, Waddle Dee…” Magolor murmured as he rubbed his eyes again.

“Just twenty more minutes until we open, sir! Is there anything you need extra help with today?” Waddle Dee asked.

Magolor didn’t respond.

“Um…sir?” Waddle Dee repeated leaning in slightly. Then, ever so faintly, a small snore escaped from Magolor’s mouth.

“Sir!” Waddle Dee yelped, reaching out to gently shake him awake.

“W-What?” Magolor jolted awake, his ears sticking straight up. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head to clear away the fogginess.

“Sir, did you just...fall asleep just now?"

Magolor scoffed. “Of course not. I was just…thinking about something funny I said the other day!” He adjusted his hat and forced a small but sincere smile to Waddle Dee.

“You never left last night, did you? Don’t tell me you pulled another all-nighter!”

Magolor said nothing but quickly waved his hand in dismissal at his remark. Waddle Dee hurried after him.

“Sir, with all due respect… I think you might be overdoing it just a bit. Don’t you think you should maybe…take a break?”

“A break? Nah, I’m fine. Better than ever, in fact!” Magolor said, waving him off. “I was just thinking about something else, that’s all.”

Waddle Dee wasn’t convinced. He hesitated, looking to the ground as he spoke. “Um…Perhaps I… Could be of assistance?” He said, his voice small and uncertain.

“Assistance? What kind of assistance?”

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Magolor. “Let me open the park for you, sir! You know, I’ve been shadowing you for quite some time now, I”-

“Waddle Dee, it’s not that I don’t believe you could” Magolor gently interrupted. “It's just that being Park Manager is a lot, and I mean a LOT- of work. And it’s all my responsibility. I couldn’t possibly burden you with something like that.” He reached out and gave Waddle Dee a few light pats on the head before continuing forward. Waddle Dee, determined, hustled back to his side.

“But I can handle it! You work so hard! It’s the least I can do!” He pleaded. Magolor stopped in his tracks and let out a deep sigh.

“Waddle Dee… You’re just not ready yet.” He turned to his assistant, his voice firm yet tired. “Someday, you’ll be able to handle all these responsibilities. But…” he paused, stifling a yawn. “Not today.”

Waddle Dee sighed, his shoulders sinking in disappointment. For as long as he’s been here, he’s witnessed firsthand the sacrifices Magolor made to bring this park to life. He watched Merry Magoland grow from one single game booth to the bustling wonderland it is today. Waddle Dee had always felt like an outsider. But then he met Magolor. So ambitious, so kind and so determined to better himself and everyone around him. He welcomed Waddle Dee with open arms who admired him for his resilience, his passion and how he never stopped fighting to make his dream come true despite all the obstacles and challenges that stood in his way.

“But…sir if you could just”-

“Waddle Dee we’ve been through this!” Magolor cut him off, already turning the knob on his office door.

“Perfection doesn’t take breaks!”

With a dramatic swing, Magolor flung open the door. Immediately the sights and smells of Merry Magoland greeted the two of them as they headed outside.

It seemed to perk him up a bit as he took a moment to let it all in. Despite the exhaustion clawing at him from yet another sleepless night, this-this moment-made it all worth it.

Looking around at this place; this place he created himself! Nothing made him happier. Nothing except of course…

“Magolor!”

His ear twitched at the sound of his name. It was a familiar voice. A friendly voice.

“Hey, Magolor!!”

“Could that be?…” Magolor turned and there, bouncing excitedly and waving his hands was none other than his longtime best friend, Kirby of the Stars.

“Well, if it isn’t Kirby!” Magolor said, cupping his hands together. “What a nice surprise!”

“Hi, Magolor! I’m glad I could catch you!”

“Kirby, I don’t mind when you bypass the entrance with that fancy Warpstar of yours but you do know the Park’s not open yet, right?”

“Yeah, I know!” Kirby said.

Magolor raised an eyebrow, almost amused at the remark. “Oh? Well then, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”

“Well, how are you? It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to hang out and I-“

“Say no more!” Magolor interrupted, his grin widening. “You missed your old buddy, Magolor, didn’t you!” Without warning, he scooped up Kirby into his arms and squeezed him in a tight hug, swinging him around with joy.

“I know I’ve been very, VERY busy these days,” He said as he continued to squeeze Kirby tight. “But remember I’m always just a hop, a skip and a jump away!” Finally releasing him, Magolor let out a chuckle as Kirby stumbled slightly and caught his breath. Magolor was a very strong hugger.

Kirby steadied himself and turned back to Magolor.

“When is your next day off ?”

Magolor let out a quick laugh then paused. His expression shifted slightly as he looked at Kirby with perplexity.

“Oh…you’re serious…” He rubbed the back of his head suddenly looking a bit nervous.

“Well, you know how it is. Merry Magoland is open all the time. Morning, noon, night… doesn’t matter! And as manager, it’s my job to be here whenever the park is running.”

“So… You run this whole entire place all by yourself, all day everyday with no help?!” Kirby gawked.

“That’s right!” Magolor replied proudly.

Kirby hesitated. “So, the thing is, it sort of feels like forever since we’ve gotten to do something fun together or even had a moment to talk!”

Magolor’s ears perked up. “Kirby, you and your friends have a free lifetime pass to the park! You could visit me every single day if you wanted to!”

“Yeah, about that…” Kirby rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t remember the last time I was here, do you?”

“Hmm?” Magolor’s left ear twitched slightly.

“Magolor, I was here yesterday. And the day before that… And the day before that one too! In fact, I’ve been here every single day for the past 10 days!”

Magolor’s eyes widened. “10 days!? Are you sure? Why haven't I seen you around then?”

“You have! But… Every time I found you; you were just too busy to notice I was there...”

Magolor blinked. “I…I was?” The realization hit hard. He had been so buried in his managerial duties that he missed his own friend. Kirby had been coming by every day trying to see him and he had no idea…

“Oh…oh dear…”

Magolor suddenly began to feel lightheaded. Whether it was crushing guilt or a lack of sleep, something was catching up to him. He pressed a hand against his forehead, took one wobbly step then collapsed to the ground.

“Magolor!” Kirby shouted, running to his side.

After a few seconds Magolor sat back up, his face burning with embarrassment. He straightened his hat, dusted himself off and cleared his throat like nothing even happened.

“Kirby, I… I’m sorry… I..” His voice wavered for a moment before he shook his head. “I need to open the park now.. Excuse me.” Without another word, he brushed right past Kirby, keeping his eyes to the ground.

Kirby let out a frustrated groan, then stomped forward to catch up.

“Magolor, please will you just listen to me!! I think you’re pushing yourself just a little too hard! It’s okay to take a break every once in a while!”

Magolor glanced at him for a quick second, then immediately looked back down, refusing to engage.

“I just don’t want to see you burned out is all! I’d hate to see something bad happen to the park or worse, you!”

Magolor stopped. He slowly turned to face Kirby; his gaze fixed on him.

“Kirby, you’re mistaken.” he said firmly.

“I know what I’m doing, and I’m well aware of my limits. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? How come I saw you nodding off during the Stamp Rally yesterday?”

Magolor scoffed. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken once again.” And right on cue, he loud out a big yawn. With an annoyed groan, he rubbed his eyes, pressing his palms against them before exhaling a long, loud sigh.

“…Kirby, I wish you wouldn’t worry about me so much. I have everything…” Another yawn cut him off mid-sentence.

“… Under my control!”

Kirby slightly winced at the sound of that word. He knew “control” was a touchy subject for Magolor. His past obsession with power, the influence of the Master Crown and his possession left scars. While he no longer sought “limitless power” he still strived to remain “in control” of every aspect of his life. The very thought of losing it seemed to send him into panic. Kirby didn’t want to overstep his boundaries, but he knew he had to do something.

“Have you seen yourself lately?” Kirby vaguely gestured at Magolor’s exceptionally worn-down appearance. Sure, his outfit was flawless as usual but the guy wearing it? Not so much. The bags under his eyes could be seen from another dimension. He slouched with every step, one ear refusing to stand up properly, almost as if it had given up completely. Magolor forced a small reassuring smile and folded his hands together.

“While I do appreciate your concern Kirby, my appearance is the least of my worries right now.” Magolor began to trail off once again. “With all these responsibilities there’s just no time to be handsome.”

“…Handsome?…” Kirby titled his head to the side, utterly baffled at his remark.

“Kirby, I’m flattered, REALLY. But can we discuss my good looks another time?” Magolor kept moving forward avoiding eye contact with his increasingly worried friend.

“Manager Magolor!”- a familiar voice called out.

“Waddle Dee! What perfect timing!” Magolor perked up instantly, his tired expression briefly replaced by delight. His trusty assistant had returned once again.

“Sir, I just wanted to let you know I’ve already gone ahead and gathered the staff for our morning huddle!”

Magolor’s ears twitched with surprise.

“Well, look at you! You’re one step ahead of me this time!”

Turning back to Kirby he added with a smug grin, “See? I do have help around here!”

Kirby followed Magolor to the main area of the Entrance Plaza where his loyal Waddle Dee staff eagerly awaited their esteemed manager.

“Every morning before the gates open, I give my staff a quick pep talk to help keep spirits high as well as update them on any changes to our rules and procedures.”

Kirby wasn’t even the one giving the speech, but he already felt so nervous after seeing how many eyes were focused on him. Some of them seemed excited about being here, seeing as he was a local celebrity around here.

“It looks like you get to join us for our Morning Huddle today! How lucky for you!” Magolor adjusted his tie and dusted himself off.

“This will only take a minute!”

With a wink, Magolor floated up to a blue and yellow pedestal near the big manager's desk. He stood before his entire Merry Magoland staff which filled the entrance plaza. He had their undivided attention. He adjusted a small microphone in front of him and cleared his throat.

“Good Morning Waddle Dees!” He called out enthusiastically.

A wave of cheers and chatter echoed throughout the crowd.

“It’s time yet again for another fantastic day at our favorite place!”

More cheers erupted from the energetic crowd.

“I know things have been a bit…hectic lately, but I can’t thank you all enough for all you do here. Without you, there is no Merry Magoland!”

As Kirby listened, he found himself completely amazed by the sheer amount of admiration the Waddle Dees had for Magolor and this park.

“You’ve all been doing such a great job! Bravo, bravo!” He clapped. “Today's pep talk will be short and sweet! We have a very busy day ahead of us!” Magolor shuffled some papers in his hands. “We already have eager guests waiting outside our gates! I trust everyone has…”

Magolor paused mid-sentence, covering his mouth as a quick yawn slipped out. “My apologies! …Completed their morning tasks!” He said with a smile.

“Yes sir!” shouted his staff of Waddle Dees as they hopped about excitedly. Kirby was truly impressed. The respect they had for Magolor was undeniable.

“Today will be a great day, I just know it!” He declared. “As always, I’ll be making my rounds throughout the park today so I’m never too far if you need me!”

Magolor was a fine leader. Much better than Kirby had imagined. Seeing all his hard work come together so seamlessly was incredible.

“And with that I do believe it’s finally that time! Are we ready for another successful day?”

“YES, SIR!”

Magolor clapped his hands with delight and nodded his head.

“My assistant and I will be headed to the gates shortly to open the park! Unless anyone else has something to add, that’s all I have for you today!”

With a smile, Magolor then took a bow, his staff then scattered back over to their posts to prepare for the opening. As Magolor quickly made his way to the gates, Kirby hurried bedside him.

“Wow, they really respect you!” Kirby said as Magolor rubbed at his tired eyes some more.

“You’ve really got this manager thing down! You’re a total pro!”

“Y-you really think so?” Magolor stammered, his face turning a bit pink.

“Well, sure! You’ve really built a great place here, Magolor!”

“Wow, Kirby!…I-I’m speechless …” He exclaimed as tears began to swell up in his eyes. Still sniffling a bit he cleared his throat and quickly returned to his normal cheerful tone of voice.

“Thank you, Kirby.” He said with a nod to his friend. “I’m glad to see you and so many others have been enjoying my Park…”. While Magolor was trying desperately to remain positive, it was beginning to wear a bit thin. Kirby wasn’t fooled. He knew firsthand just how stubborn Magolor could be. He knew he needed to get through to him somehow and if Magolor would listen to anyone- it would be Kirby.

“Kirby, listen. I appreciate you stopping by… And I do apologize for not being more readily available.” Magolor cupped his hands together and shot a quick glance at the gates before turning back to Kirby. “I really hate to disappoint you yet again, but I just don’t have time for chit-chat right now. I have a job to do! We’ll catch up another time, hmm?” Magolor tried to make a swift getaway, but Kirby wasn’t having it.

“Well, what other time if you’re always here?”

“…”

Magolor kept his eyes to the ground, once again unable to look Kirby in the eye.

“Why not let the Waddle Dees run the park today?”

“Well, then what would I do?”

“Take a break!”

Magolor scoffed. “The Waddle Dees are diligent workers, but they’re not quite ready to run things on their own just yet.”

And right on cue once again, his loyal Waddle Dee assistant appeared, hesitantly raising a hand.

“Sir, perhaps I could-“

“Waddle Dee!” Magolor cried out, interrupting him. “You keep sneaking away from me!” Kirby stared in confusion at the sudden appearance of his assistant again.

“Oh, how foolish of me! Where are my manners? Kirby, I’d like you to meet my assistant, Waddle Dee!” Magolor proudly introduced him. Waddle Dee gave Kirby a polite nod, but didn’t say a word.

“Wow, you must be really proud to be Magolor’s assistant, huh?”

Ignoring Kirby’s remark, Waddle Dee kept his focus on his boss.

“Five minutes until opening sir.”

“It’s nice to meet you!” Kirby awkwardly continued. “Any friend of Magolor is a friend of mine!” Kirby held out his hand in hopes of a friendly handshake. Waddle Dee shot him the briefest glance, clearly uninterested in conversation. Kirby blinked a few times and shot a confounded glance at Magolor.

"Hehehe..Eh- thank you, Waddle Dee!" Magolor interjected.

“Shall I wait for you at the gates sir?”

“I’ll be over in a jiffy!” The two exchanged nods and Waddle Dee set off the gates. Kirby blinked a few times before frowning.

“Was it something I said?”

“Oh, Kirby. Don’t mind him. My assistant is a Waddle Dee of few words. Don’t take it too personally!” Magolor said, waving his hand dismissively. “He just takes his job very seriously! He’s a real professional!”

“Well, if he’s such a professional why not let him run the park every once in a while?”

“Please Kirby can we discuss this another time?” Magolor groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

“Come on, you’ve worked hard enough! You deserve a break!” Kirby leaned in closer, softening his tone. Magolor stiffened a bit but kept his back to Kirby.

“Listen, I know how important this parkis to you… But you don’t have to do it all alone! You have the Waddle Dees and all your friends back in Dream Land! We’re always happy to help! We all need a hand from our friends from time to time, Magolor. There’s nothing wrong with that!”

Kirby took a few steps closer to him. He remained silent.

“We all want to see your dreams come true, but not this way! Let us help you, Magolor, what do you say?”

Kirby awaited Magolor’s response but there was only silence.

“Magolor?…” Kirby blinked. Magolor was still. Too still. Then, a barely audible snore slipped out of him. Kirby sighed, giving him a gentle nudge to bring him back.

“Huh?” Magolor gasped. He turned to see Kirby glaring at him disapprovingly. He let out a nervous chuckle.

“How can you manage the park if you can’t even manage to stay awake?” he said, worry evident in his voice.

“I can manage just fine, Kirby. Now if you would excuse me.” Magolor huffed as he adjusted his hat. pushed past Kirby, heading to the gates.

“What if I helped you open the park? Just for today!” Kirby shouted. Magolor stopped mid-step and turned back to him.

“You? Open the park?” Then, with a shake of his head he scoffed. “Don’t be absurd.” Without another word, he turned away from Kirby, continuing for the gates. Kirby hurried after him.

“Not even for a couple minutes?”

Magolor sighed “Kirby, please. I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but I assure you I’m fine.”

Kirby, who just watched him quite literally pass out standing up, remained unconvinced.

“As Park Manager, I accept that there are sacrifices I must make to keep the wheels turning.” Magolor stated, his voice swelling with a dramatic sense of flair. “It’s up to me to ensure that every single guest that walks through those gates has the BEST experience of their life. I won’t accept anything less!”

Kirby nodded. “But that’s why I want to help!”

Magolor hesitated.

“I can greet the guests! Make sure they have a good time! Keep things running smoothly!” Kirby leaned forward, beaming with confidence. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I trust you, Kirby. It’s just-“

“Then let me do this for you! Let me take care of Merry Magoland just for a little while! I won’t let you down!”

“I know, Kirby, I know! In fact, I think you’d make a wonderful manager, it's just…”

Magolor looked to the ground. His voice grew quiet.

“This was my true dream all along. Before… well… you know.” Magolor gave a small, bitter chuckle. “You were there. I don’t really have the best track record when it comes to my past. I’ve done terrible… stupid things.” He exhaled, rubbing his hands together. “This is my way of making up for that. To you… To everyone.”

“Well, I think you’re doing a great job! In fact, such a great job that you deserve a break now more than ever! Come on, Magolor, what do you say?”

Magolor twiddled his thumbs nervously as Kirby egged him on.

“You can trust me! The Waddle Dees and I will make sure everything goes perfectly!”

Kirby edged closer to Magolor, giving him a sad but endearing look. Magolor exhaled deeply.

“Kirby, don’t look at me like that.” He said sternly.

Kirby didn’t say a word, but kept his sad eyes fixated on Magolor.

“Kirby, I’m serious! Stop it!” Despite Magolor’s pleas, Kirby's eyes grew bigger and sadder. After fighting it as long as he could bear, he held up his hands in defeat.

“Well, it looks like I’m no match for you once again.” He said, with a defeated sigh.

“Alright Kirby!... You win. If it will make you happy…I’ll take a break. A quick break! 5 minutes and that’s IT.”

Kirby froze where he stood, eyes wide. Then, his face lit up, his entire being bursting with joy.

“YAHOOOOOO!” He shrieked. “You won’t regret this, Magolor! I’m gonna be the BEST manager EVER!” Kirby beamed, punching the air with so much excitement that he nearly toppled over.

Magolor felt dizzy just watching him.

“Don’t get too excited now, Kirby!” he said, waving his hand. “It’s just the opening I’ll need your help with. After my break, I’ll return to my work as usual, and you can be on your way!”

Kirby’s smile slowly began to fade as Magolor walked past him. He turned his head, with a subtle wave to Kirby behind him.

“Follow me, I’ll give you a quick rundown on how things work around here!”

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Magolor led Kirby to a secret hidden door behind the Managers desk in the plaza. Magolor pulled out a gold key and unlocked the door. With the flick of his finger the lights in the room switched on to reveal a tiny, cluttered room. The lighting was a bit dim due to multiple lightbulbs being burnt out. The room reeked of coffee and expired milk, and it was freezing cold thanks to the multiple air conditioners Magolor kept running at high speed.

“I apologize for the mess… I haven’t had time to tidy up in a while.” Magolor said, blushing slightly. “Watch your step there!” He extended his hand out to prevent Kirby from walking over some trash on the floor in the doorway. Magolor’s office was a bit of an enigma, and this would be the first time Kirby had ever stepped foot inside. The walls were, of course, those famous shades of blue and yellow. All over the walls were corkboards, framed photos and shelves full of rocks, dead plants, books and various trinkets from his travels. Kirby was rather surprised to see how messy it was. Magolor had always struck him as the “perfectionist” type so seeing him work in such a messy environment raised some red flags.

“You… Really do spend a lot of time in here, huh?” Kirby said as he continued to stare at Magolor’s dusty shelves stuffed end to end with thick, ancient-looking books. Kirby couldn’t read any of the titles as they were all in Halcandran, Magolor’s native language. He only spoke it when it was necessary. (Mostly to curse, which worked out quite well for him since the Waddle Dees didn’t understand any Halcandran either.)

“This is my home away from home. A good manager's work is never done, Kirby!” Magolor said, waving his finger. “A park of such grandeur requires around-the-clock attention.”

“And you do all of this by yourself?!”

“I sure do! It’s not easy… Oh, boy is it not easy! But it’s worth it to see all the smiles on our guests' faces!”

Kirby followed Magolor as he floated over to his work desk area, tucked away in the back corner nearly hidden behind mountains of files, boxes and stacks of paperwork.

Wow, it must really take a LOT to run this place. Poor Magolor…He really did work so hard to make his dream come true…

Magolor’s work desk sat facing the door, underneath a bright, fluorescent light that Magolor had to flick a few times to get on. His desk was littered with half eaten snacks, empty coffee cups and energy drink cans. A few dying (but still alive somehow) plants decorated one of the corners. The wood was considerably worn down and especially faded towards the center. A shiny, gold name plate displaying…what he assumed was Magolor’s name in Halcandran, sat near a pile of stamps adorned with Magolor’s smiling face. Sticky notes everywhere, some in Halcandran, some Kirby could read.

ORDER MORE BALLOONS!!!

WADDLE DEE NEEDS A NEW HAT

ORDER MORE HATS

ORDER MORE STICKY NOTES

Among many others.

“Oh, pardon me.” Magolor shoved aside the coffee cups and half eaten donuts that covered most of his desk. Underneath the mess, lay a big, colorful hand drawn map of Merry Magoland, signed by Magolor himself. It was so beautiful, Kirby couldn’t believe Magolor could draw such a thing.

“This is the park map, as you can see, you are here!” Magolor pointed to a star in the middle of the map, marking his office.

“If you ever need to find anything this map will be your guide! Now, here you’ll see our employee directory, everyone’s name and assigned workstation is conveniently listed. It’s imperative that everyone report to their assigned position in a timely manner.”

Magolor handed Kirby a clipboard with a list of names that all read “Waddle Dee” repeatedly.

"Wow, the Park looks way bigger on this map! And that’s…”

Kirby flipped through pages and pages of “Waddle Dee” and all their respective workstations.

“A LOT of employees…” Kirby couldn’t believe how long the pages went on for.

“Ahh, don’t worry, they’re professionals! Each Waddle Dee has been expertly trained to perfection by yours truly.” Magolor said with a bow.

“Now, my guests expect nothing but the best here at Merry Magoland and it’s up to you to make sure that happens! Well, for 5 minutes at least!” His voice carried a polished sense of professionalism. He almost spoke to Kirby as if he were a client, not an old friend.

Magolor shuffled more things around on his desk and even took a quick sip from one of the old, cold coffee cups on his desk. Then he rolled up the park map and handed it to Kirby.

“I doubt you’ll need this for the opening, but I’d like you to hold on to it for me.”

Kirby’s eyes glistened with joy. With a confident nod he took the map and tucked it away for safekeeping.

Before either of them could say another word, a loud chime rang from outside,

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

Magolor dusted himself off and straightened his tie.

“Would you look at that? It’s about time to open the gates! Are you ready Kirby?”

Kirby was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.

“You bet, Magolor! Just watch me! I’ll show you what it takes to be a manager! Here I Go!” Just as Kirby prepared to dash toward the door, Magolor hastily raised his hand.

“Kirby, wait!” Kirby skidded to a stop.

Magolor floated over to a worn-out looking trunk near his desk. He carefully opened it.

“One last thing, before you go!”

He rummaged inside it for a second before pulling out something neatly folded. He gave it a quick visual inspection, checking it for wrinkles and imperfections. Then he turned back to Kirby with a big smile on his face.

“If you’re going to be a manager…then you have to look like a manager!”

He tossed the outfit to Kirby who caught it midair, his eyes radiant with wonder.

“There you go, Kirby! Your very own Manager’s uniform!”

“OH, WOW! I get to wear this!?” Kirby said, clutching the outfit tightly in his hands as if it were an expertly hidden energy sphere he just found. It was soft, regal and expertly crafted, (as expected from such a creative and talented visionary like Magolor!)

“That’s right!” He smirked proudly. I do have a brand to uphold after all! Hee, hee hee!” Despite his usual cheerful tone, his enthusiasm seemed to be fading. Kirby could hear it. That slight dip in energy, that forced cheerfulness. Magolor was putting on a front in yet another attempt to hide any signs of weakness or vulnerability.

“So… what are you going to do during your break? I bet you have a whole list of stuff you’d like to do!”

Magolor hesitated, then let out a small chuckle. “Well, sure, Kirby! Plenty of things! But… the park needs me. My employees need me! I can’t stray too far.”

With a content sigh, he floated over to one of his bookshelves running a hand along the spines of well-worn tomes before finally plucking one out. A thick cloud of dust puffed into the air as he blew across the cover, revealing the title (in Halcandran, of course) unreadable to anyone but him.

“I’d love to finish this book!” he muttered, flipping it over in his hands. “I used to breeze through chapters in no time! These days I’m lucky to finish a single page it seems.”

With his book in hand, he drifted back to his desk and plopped into his chair. He cracked it open, scanning the first few words before glancing out the window toward the park entrance… then down at the pages… then back at the window again.

“Five minutes?…” He huffed. “That’s an awfully long time to be away.”

Magolor let out a dramatic sigh, resting his head on his hand as he gazed sadly out his office window.

“What will Merry Magoland do without it’s manager?”

Kirby smirked, hands on his hips. “I won’t let you down, Magolor! You just sit back, relax, and leave everything to me because today, I’m the manager!”

“…For 5 minutes you’re the manager.” Magolor corrected him, flipping to the next page of his book.

“Right, 5 minutes…got it!” Kirby nodded.

“Good! When those 5 minutes are up it’s back to work! Just meet me back here, alright? I’ll be right here at my desk waiting for you!”

“You can count on me!” Kirby exclaimed with enthusiasm. Then, with a dramatic spin, Kirby quickly changed into his new manager’s uniform. Once dressed, he turned to see himself in a nearby mirror, his eyes sparkling as he admired the outfit. A silky white scarf draped with a matching cloak adorned with royal blue embellishments. Oh, and who could forget the giant, glittery bow tie complete with a hand-knit energy sphere embroidery? Among his many tailored get-ups this one was by far the flashiest. Kirby was feeling more like a manager already! He eagerly bounced in place, his grin widening.

“WOW! Look at me! I look just like you!” He puffed out his chest, adjusting the bow tie carefully, making sure it sat just right on his round body.

“So… Do I look like a real manager or what, Magolor?”

After a few practice smiles, Kirby realized Magolor didn’t answer him. Maybe he didn’t har him.

“Magolor?”

THUD!!

Kirby flinched at the sudden noise, turning around quickly. Magolor was face-down on his desk, the book he had just been holding now lying on the floor beside him.

Kirby blinked.

“…Magolor?”

He stepped closer and picked up the book, carefully attempting to hand it back. But Magolor was out like a light, snoring away!

Kirby stared, unsure how to react.

His eyes then caught a glimpse of the clock on Magolor’s desk. He gasped. It was time to open the park!

“Ah, here we go! It’s time, its time, it’s finally tiiiiime!” Kirby dashed excitedly to the door nearly knocking everything over in his path. He hesitated, looking back at Magolor one last time.

“See you in 5 minutes!” Kirby burst through the doors, sprinting full speed down the walks of Merry Magoland, weaving past Waddle Dees, dodging snack carts, and leaping over stray balloons like he was in an obstacle course. He landed right at the entrance just as the gates were ready to be unlocked. Waddle Dee was already there waiting for him.

As soon as Kirby appeared, Waddle Dee’s face lit up, only to immediately shift into confusion.

“Kirby, you’re back.” His eyes quickly darted behind him, noting his boss’s absence.

“…Where’s Magolor?”

“Oh! Right! He’s...taking a break!” Kirby grinned.

Waddle Dee froze.

“…He’s what?”

“He’s taking a break!” Kirby repeated with that same big grin still on his face.

“Magolor? Taking a break?!” Waddle Dee’s voice rose in sheer disbelief. “Magolor never takes breaks. How did you convince him to do that?!”

Kirby rubbed the back of his head, laughing. “Well… he didn’t really have a choice, you see-”

Waddle Dee tilted his head. “What do you mean he didn’t have a-”

Before he could finish, Kirby reached into his scarf and pulled out a large, golden key, holding it up proudly.

Waddle Dee’s eyes locked onto it.

The official Merry Magoland gate key.

Magolor’s key.

The same key that he’d seen Magolor use countless times to open the park, standing right where Kirby was standing now.

Something tightened in Waddle Dee’s chest.

It should have been him holding that key.

Kirby grinned eagerly, completely unaware of Waddle Dee’s lingering stare.

“Time to open the gates! Here we go!”

Waddle Dee quickly snapped out of it, clearing his throat and nodding. “R-Right. Let’s get to it.”

With a big, enthusiastic turn of the key, the gates of Merry Magoland swung open, and a massive crowd of eager guests came rushing in. A wave of excitement filled the air, as well as colorful balloons, confetti bursting from the entrance, and cheerful chatter from hundreds of eager park guests.

“HELLO! WELCOME TO MERRY MAGOLAND!” Kirby beamed, waving wildly as guests poured in.

It didn’t matter how many guests entered Kirby was determined to greet each and every one of them.

And he meant everyone.

His infectious spirit was contagious as laughter and joy spread throughout the eager crowd. Waddle Dee, meanwhile, stood just slightly behind him, watching.

You’d think he’d be happy. After all, things were running smoothly, right? Just like Magolor wanted. Kirby was doing such a good job…

But as he watched Kirby, standing at the entrance, wearing Magolor’s colors, holding the key to the park…

That should have been him.

He quickly shook it off, forcing himself to focus. For now, he had a job to do.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough waving,” Waddle Dee sighed, stepping up beside him.

He crossed his arms, his foot thumping against the ground.

“So… when exactly is Magolor’s break over?”

Kirby froze mid-wave.

“Oh!! Right! Magolor! It’s been five minutes!!”

Before Waddle Dee could say another word, Kirby whipped around and took off at full speed.

That was fine. It wasn’t like he minded being left behind. Again.

His eyes narrowed in a sharp frown, but after a small sigh, he forced himself to let it go.

It was fine.

Actually… maybe it was even better this way.

Magolor would be back soon. The real manager.

With a small shake of his head, Waddle Dee disappeared into the crowd, vanishing among the sea of guests.

For a moment, he was just another face in the bustling park.

And then, he was gone.

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Kirby burst through the doors of Magolor’s office practically bouncing off the walls. His whole body buzzing with excitement, his steps light and bouncy.

“I did it, Magolor, I did it!! The park opening was a huge success!” he shouted.

“There were soooo many Waddle Dees! More than I’ve ever seen in one place before! They were everywhere! Some of them even waved back when I waved at them! It was so much fun! I can really see why you like doing this so much!” Kirby spoke so fast he barely took a breath. “Also, you were right! 5 minutes does go by fast! But I did it! So, how was your break?”

Expecting to be greeted by the ever-doting manager, Kirby instead found Magolor still sitting asleep at his desk, his head resting comfortably on his hands, his scarf puffed up around his face like a pillow. He looked like he hadn’t moved a muscle since Kirby last saw him. Kirby tilted his head and hurried over to him.

“Hey, Magolor, I’m back! The opening went great, and it’s been 5 minutes so you can go back to work now!”

Magolor remained still, a soft, airy snore crept out, followed by an unintelligible sleepy mumble. Usually, Magolor perked up at the slightest noise, especially when it involved work. So, this felt a bit odd…

Kirby reached out and gave him another shake. “Heheheh…Very funny. Wake up, Magolor!”

Still nothing.

Kirby frowned and nervously glanced at the clock. Magolor specifically asked for a five-minute break. Five minutes had long passed now. A small sense of panic arose inside him.

Then, an idea struck him.

“I know!”

Kirby carefully placed his hands on one of Magolor’s eyes and gently eased it open.

“HELLO!? Are you in there?!” Kirby yelled, his voice nearly echoing throughout the room.

Magolor’s blank, unfocused eye stared past Kirby, completely unseeing like a glass marble. Kirby shuddered, closing it back.

“Nope, don’t like that.”

His face brightened with realization. Another thought struck him. He took a deep breath. And then…

“MAGOLOR, HEY MAGOLOR YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS! CHEF KAWASAKI IS GIVING OUT FREE SNACKS IN THE PARK PLAZA!” Kirby loudly shouted, his voice booming through the office, shaking the very walls.

“THEY HAVE ALL YOUR FAVORITES! DONUTS, CUPCAKES AND POTATO CHIPS!”

Kirby rushed over to the door, fully expecting Magolor to have sprung up and followed him but to his surprise, Magolor hadn’t so much as stirred.

Kirby huffed. His eyes darted to the clock, Then back to Magolor. Then back to the clock again. The park had now been open for almost 10 minutes.

Suddenly, a horrible realization hit him.

“O-oh…Oh no…” he whispered.

W-wait… what if… what if he…worked himself…to death?!

“Oh, Magolor, NOOO!” he wailed, collapsing to the floor in despair.

“Why couldn’t you have just taken a break?!”

And then-

A quiet, irritated grunt slipped out of Magolor, low and muffled, almost as if he were trying to say, “shut up, Kirby!”

Kirby let out a long, relieved sigh. Magolor was fine, he just needed to rest. He let himself all worked up over nothing. Kirby glanced at the nearby window. Outside, the park was already bursting with energy in every corner. The sound of excited chatter, the sight of guests flooding through the gates, balloons and confetti galore! Merry Magoland was truly alive!

…But its manager wasn’t.

And that meant…

It was up to him now.

The park needed a manager and right now that manager was… Kirby!

“Alright! It looks like I'll be running the show today!” He said proudly, grinning wide with a shining sense of purpose.

“I’ll earn my reputation as a manager!” He continued. “My help running this park will be invaluable!”

Kirby’s gaze drifted to Magolor’s desk, then to Magolor himself. His signature hat was still perched on his head, slightly askew. Slowly, Kirby reached for it.

“Ah, at long last it's mine!” Kirby beamed as he gently picked the hat up.

“The source of limitless power…”

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed it on his own head.

“MANAGER KIRBY!” He shouted proudly, striking a bold, triumphant pose that would have made Magolor proud- had he been awake to see it. Kirby opened the door and took one big, confident step outside.

“Here goes nothing! I’ll make you proud Magolor! Now, onward to a- WAH!” Kirby stopped dead in his tracks, startled by the sudden sight of Magolor’s assistant Waddle Dee standing right outside the door. His arms were crossed, and he did not look happy. Magolor’s manager hat, being just a tad too big on Kirby, slid off his head onto the ground. Waddle Dee glared at Kirby with vehemence.

“Is…that Manager Magolor’s hat?!” He exclaimed. Kirby picked the hat up, dusted off the dirt and put it back on his head. Waddle Dee’s eye twitched a little at the sight.

“Why…” He said slowly, “Do you have his hat?”

He tried to peek behind Kirby into Magolor’s office, but Kirby quickly slammed the door shut and laughed anxiously.

“Where is Manager Magolor? Did something happen?”

“He’s fine! Why wouldn’t he be?” Kirby said.

“It’s…it’s opening time! He should have returned from his break by now! Something isn’t right.”

“No, really! He’s fine! He’s just…he’s just…” Again, an idea struck him.

"He’s cleaning his office! Yeah, that’s right! It’s a real pigsty. You’ve been in there, right? PHEW!" Kirby waved a hand dramatically, faking a shudder.

“He’s cleaning his office. By himself?”

“Yep! It could take him all day even.”

“ALL DAY!? I’m going to go help him." Just as Waddle Dee prepared to set off Kirby grabbed him.

“NO!” Waddle Dee froze mid-step, staring at Kirby with perplexity.

“I-I mean- hehehe. He…uh…He seemed like he really didn’t want to be bothered…”

“First, he takes a break, and now he’s cleaning his office alone? That’s not like him at all.” Waddle Dee’s eyes narrowed. “He would never abandon the park for anything.”

“Everything is fine Waddle Dee! Magolor didn’t abandon anything! He’ll be back before you know it!”

“Waddle Dee crossed his arms. "...How are we supposed to run Merry Magoland without our manager?"

Kirby puffed out his chest with pride, flashing his sparkling bow tie.

"Today, I’m the manager!"

“Y-You are?”

“That’s right! Magolor entrusted me with running the park today! Just call me Manager Kirby!”

“He… He put you in charge?” Those words almost felt like a slap right to the face.

“Don’t worry Waddle Dee, I’ll take good care of Merry Magoland! In fact, I could probably use your help! What do you say?”

Waddle Dee’s expression barely changed. His fingers tensed at his sides. His gaze turned to Magolor’s hat now sitting snugly atop Kirby’s head. For a split second, something dark flickered across his face. A hesitation, a small crease in his brow. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“…Sure…I’d be happy to help.” Waddle Dee said at last.

Someone has to make sure you don’t mess things up.

Kirby laughed. “That’s the spirit! Come on, Manager-In-Training, let’s go make this the best day in Magoland history!”

He spun around, heading off to the bustling entrance plaza.

Waddle Dee followed a few steps behind him. As he walked, his gaze drifted toward Magolor’s office door.

Why Kirby?... of all people, Kirby was Magolor’s first choice? Over me?...

His fingers clenched at his sides before he shook the thought away.

It didn’t matter. He was just here to help. To assist.

Nothing more.

Waddle Dee tore his gaze away and turned back around, returning to the lively chaos of the park.

Ahead, Kirby was practically skipping toward the plaza, basking in the cheers of the crowd, ready to take on his role as manager.

Far behind him, Waddle Dee’s shadow stretched long on the pavement, until it was swallowed up by the crowd around him.

The guests cheered. The rides sputtered to life. The festivities sparkled in the golden morning light.

But the day was only just beginning.

And so was everything else.

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[midnightshindig]

I need to see Donald being a wingman for Cecil 🙏 Like maybe the reader is also a high-ranking member of the GDA and Donald knows they both have trouble opening up? Ty!

omg finally getting to my requests omg!! happy days, everyone

I love this request, I LOVE Donald as a character I'm so happy to write for him ^^

hcs under the cut

You were one of the GDA's lawyer, inspecting the place to make sure-- legally-- everything was as airtight as possible. Suing a superhero is much more difficult than suing the government, after all. And the people want an outlet.

Your job was to make the GDA as un-suable as fucking possible.

And Cecil admired you for it

You provided a valuable service, you were always courteous to him and his subordinates, and you looked pretty good in a suit

What wasn't to love?

So you saw him quite a bit, it was an easy enough job with your team doing most of the difficult paperwork for you

It wasn't unusual to see you chatting up Cecil or Donald or really any higher up about the ins and outs of the process-- PURELY for research, obviously, and not because you're just cool and friendly

You would talk to Cecil quite a bit, inquiring into the functions of his job and just generally picking his brain about anything and everything

It was nice to have someone be so interested in him, Cecil couldn't help but grow fond for you

Instead of his initial annoyance, he quickly become excited when you entered his wing of the Pentagon.

"Heyyy big man! What're your thoughts on that attack this morning? Crazy stuff, right?"

He subconsciously moved to straighten his tie and fix the cuffs of his suit jacket, looking back at you with a wobbly, unpracticed smile

"Yes, Y/n. It was interesting all right- I have Donald and the boys at the lab working on samples from the monsters dna right now."

A beat

"Care to see?"

And so Cecil slowly grew to trust you more, not enough to show you the White Rooms by any means, but that wasn't personal, that was national security.

This had gone on too long, it was messing Cecil up

he liked you, he was grown up and mature enough to accept that fact

but there was no way you-- some hot shot lawyer with an intelligent mind and knack for conversation-- would find him worth your time

Position as head of the GDA be damned, he didn't think he could pull you.

He's too much of a rock to say anything, but Donalds entire job is to observe Cecil and his needs, to keep the GDA running smooth

"You know... I hope this isnt' out of line, Sir. But Y/n has taken quite a liking to you."

Cecils eye twitches with stress "What...?"

Donalds eyes widen a little, trying to save the situation "I just mean that it is unusual for Y/n to spend so much time here. With you. Data shows elevated heart rate and dilated pupils when they see you. It would make sense, is all."

Cecil let out a frustrated sigh, leaning against a desk "And what do you propose I do about it, Donald? Fire them?"

"No!" Donald was frantic, fixing his glasses and recomposing himself "The opposite, actually. I think it would be beneficial for both parties as well as the greater good of the GDA if you asked Y/n out to coffee."

Cecil was skeptical, like he always is, like his job requires.

But Donald knew it would make the both of you happier

Maybe you just needed a little push?

The next few days are torture for everyone working at the GDA

everyone can see you enjoying Cecil's company, and even casually hitting on him, and Cecil losing his edge over it

He's frazzled by you, shaken a little by Donald's suggestion he ask you out

But he steels himself and presses on, content to ignore his silly crush

Donald ain't having none of that shit.

So he finally confronts Cecil

"Cecil, sir, with all due respect, you need to make a move."

"What."

"This whole pining thing is disrupting everybody else's work, nobody can focus with the will-they won't-they sitcom happening."

"Donald please, Y/n is a professiona-"

"They really aren't. Ask them out. I'm serious." and Donald leaves, leaving Cecil disincensed and frazzled

So, two days later and you're back for a visit

but things are different?

the GDA analysts and office workers are all quiet around you, not in a gossipy way, just.... quiet?

You go to find Cecil, wanting to pick his brain about something you saw on the news

When you get there, Cecil looks nervous, not anxious per se, just.... hesistent?

"Hey Cecil! What's going on today? Everyone's super quiet... did I miss something?"

"No, y/n... uhm-" he pulls at his tie a little "Everything is fine, have a seat? I have something I want to talk to you about."

You raise an eyebrow at his formality, taking a seat in the leather chair across from his desk

"Y/n...." He sucked in a deep breath, clearly nervous

"What? Is there some huge lawyer scandal I'm not aware of?" You try to lighten the mood, cracking a smile

Cecil sighs, combing his hand through his hair "Y/n, would you...." he looks past your head to see Donald giving him a thumbs up through the door window

jesus christ

Ugh- fuck it-

"Y/n, can I take you out?"

silence.

"Like...." you start cautiously, a concerned look on your face "Like on a date? Or like...." You drag your finger across your throat, poking your tongue out to mimick death

Cecil's eyes widen as he stands up, placing his hands on the desk "Like a date! Not- ugh.... I should've phrased that better..." he seems so defeated, deflating back into his chair.

Much to his surprise, you perk up and grin "Sure!"

"What? Really?"

"Yeah! I've been waiting for like weeks for you to ask me out. What do you say to coffee?"

He blinks in surprise, straightening his tie and sitting up straighter "I would like that."

BONUS:

As you leave, you notice Donald standing casually outside the door to Cecil's office, presumably needing to tell him something important

after you leave, Cecil comes out himself, giving Donald a side eye

"Donald."

"Sir."

"....Thank you."

Donald gives a small smile and adjusts his glasses "You're welcome, sir."

[rarepairdumpster]

Tattoo Artist AU Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Tattoo Artist Silco, Modern AU, Everyone is Tatted, Teasing, little bit of tattoo fetish

Silco is a consummate professional and there is no outward indication that he relishes the weight of Viktor's hand in his as he helps him up onto the table. No indication that he adores the heavenly softness of Viktor's skin as he encourages him to part his legs and rotate his thigh to the right angle to allow him ease of access. 

Viktor however is not a consummate professional and his face is flaming and he's already half-hard and the tattooing process hasn't even started.

Silco fights every temptation to kiss the porcelain skin presented to him, but takes his time placing the stencil and smoothing it out along Viktor's thigh. Lets his fingertips push a little harder and linger a little longer than he would usually.

Viktor slips a hand upwards and bites lightly at his fingers, glad that Silco's hair has slipped to act like a curtain between him and Silco's face.

Silco can't help himself when he takes off the contact paper and blows softly on Viktor's skin to dry the stencil ink. He takes a moment to admire the goosebumps that pop up in the wake of his breath. 

A giggle from Sevika's station knocks Silco out of his thoughts and he frowns a little.

He had tried hard to have the shop empty but Sevika insisted on coming in for a regular client. All he could hope for now is that she made it quick and left him and Viktor alone.

The parlour is at least large enough that Sevika and her client are at the far end of the room and not virtually up his ass while he works.

He'll take the small mercies.

"How is the placement?" Silco asks as he turns to prepare his gun and ink. 

Viktor sees that Silco is turned away and takes the chance to look at his leg. He knew that he liked the design but he didn't realize just how it would look on his body. (Blue and indigo irises and orchids with fractals hexcore vibes) Viktor knew he made the right choice with Silco as his artist. 

"Yes, it's perfect," Viktor finally replies with a breathlessness he wasn't expecting.

Silco grins to himself as he hears the praise. Its always nice to have his work complimented, but hearing Viktor say "perfect" in that breathless way makes it feel more....intimate.

Primal, even

"Good," Silco said in a low tone, causing Viktor to shiver a little. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

The words are a faint whisper.

But Silco catches them and feels his own worn leather pants tighten.

Pauses to steady himself.

Slowly turns and presses the switch with his foot and brings the tattoo gun to life.

Viktor is almost frustrated when Silco starts down at his knee but realizes it's probably for the best. With other people in the shop, Silco was probably just being considerate. 

As if reading Viktor's mind, Silco speaks up. "They should be finished and gone by the time I'm higher up on your leg. I prefer to have little distraction when I'm working in such a sensitive area."

Silco already knows he's going to be distracted enough by that gd serpent in Viktor's briefs

The higher Silco goes, the more sensitive Viktor gets, and Silco can hear him work to breathe through it.

This time, when Silco murmurs "Good boy", he does it on purpose.

And Viktor's cock twitches visibly, making the sheet move, even while the rest of him starts to go a little mellow

The pain of the needle distracts Viktor from the usual pain of his hip and back. Even in this position, he's able to let everything else fade away and focus on Silco's soft words and firm grip.

"You're doing so well."

"Beautiful. Your skin was made to be inked. It takes the colour wonderfully."

"I know, it hurts. But a good hurt, hmm?" 

All of these are things Silco has murmured while he works on Viktor's leg. He murmurs that last one sometime after Sevika leaves for the day. 

By the time Silco finishes, Viktor is woozy from being hard for so long, and the extended chemical release.

Silco gives him a few moments to adjust to the gun not being active, and then cleans him up and covers the tattoo.

He helps Viktor sit up, keeping him steady, and offers him water and a bowl of jelly sweets.

Silco is experienced enough to know most people forget to bring water and snacks with them, and those are important for a big tattoo

They only took a few breaks and most of the time it was because Silco was switching colors or his own wrist got tired.

or Silco had to stretch out his own legs and hips, because ugh he's not as young as he used to be

"You sat so very well," Silco purrs, looking down at the tattoo again. "Just as I knew you would."

"Thank you," Viktor mumbles between sips of water and munching on jellies. His senses still feel jumbled, but he's at least feeling less woozy

"When you're healed, I have more ideas," Silco offers as he cleans up his station. "But before that, I think I'd like to take you to dinner."

Viktor is sure he is hearing things due to the disorientation and how offhandedly Silco mentioned it. "Did you say dinner?"

"Any meal, really," Silco smiles as he turns back to Viktor. "Breakfast is a bit early for me though."

Another one of those charming hehehs escapes Viktor as he realises he did hear correctly.

God, Silco wants to kiss him right then, but he contains himself.

"I...ah...I'd like that." Viktor tucks a lock of hair behind his ear, almost reflexively. He sets the bowl of jellies down and eases himself down from the table, reaching for his clothes and pulling out his wallet. "But before I forget..." 

And Viktor pulls out a wad of cash. More than enough to cover the tattoo and then some.

"You deserve a good tip."

Silco blinks, takes the wad of cash and flicks through the bundle, before giving half the tip back 

"Put it towards your next tattoo, darling." 

And Silco winks at him.

Viktor shivers at the name and is very glad he's holding his khakis in front of his crotch. 

He licks his lips and lets his eyes trail to Silco's partially inked and lightly pierced mouth, wishing he could feel it on him anywhere. 

"You'll still work on me? Even if we..."

Silco's eyes darken even as his voice stays relaxed. "I wouldn't stand anyone else touching you."

Viktor's eyes flick up to meet Silco's 

"Good."

Viktor goes to take the money from Silco's hand and Silco holds him there with his other hand as he steps forward into Viktor's space. 

"As much as I'd love to be unethical right now, as your tattoo artist, I must insist you go home and rest."

Viktor swallows.

"Presumptuous to think I wasn't going to do just that."

Silco smirks but restrains himself from reminding Viktor that his crotch was in Silco's face for half the night. He had a fair inkling of what the boy was thinking.

"Get dressed and I'll call you a cab," Silco lets go of Viktor's hand and steps away towards the front desk.

Silco takes him to dinner a couple of weeks later. Collects him personally.

And Viktor jokes that he thought Silco'd drive a motorbike.

And Silco smirks as he pops open the car door for him.

"Oh, I do, but I don't think it would be too comfortable for you to sit on."

Viktor lets out his small hehehh as he eases himself into the passenger seat. Silco hands Viktor his cane and smiles, somehow enjoying that laugh more every time he hears it.

Silco's fingers linger against Viktor's for a moment too long and then he shuts the door.

Viktor feels his breath hitch when he realises that Silco moves with the same confidence as he did in the parlour

Later, when Silco brings him back home and walks him to his door, the tension between them is palpable.

Silco smirks softly, and teases the tip of his finger along Viktor's jawline, before stepping away.

And Viktor blurts, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"No." Silco's smirk softens into a smile and he steps closer, tilting his head and leaning in until the two of them are almost kissing. "Because the night I kiss you," Silco explains, the movement of his lips ghosting against Viktor's, "will be the night I fuck you. And I'm not going to risk damaging that beautiful tattoo of ours."

And then Silco is moving away, steps a little jaunty

Viktor can't help but chase Silco's lips, breathless at his unshakable confidence. As Silco walks away and the words sink in, Viktor's face and groin heat up. Not only was Silco going to kiss him, but he was going to fuck him and all Viktor could do to hasten it was curse his body's slow healing.

Silco absolutely beats himself off that night, imagining that stunning canvas naked on his bed

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