#at least i’m not super emotional like i was last pms. that one was. it was a time

[mars-ipan]

ough periods are SO weird when ur genderfluid and sex ambivalent

[dev1lm4n]

polaroid

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel made sure the eight shots he took from his polaroid 600 were the best.

word count: 4.4k (istg this is not as long as you'd expect)

warnings: explicit (18+), p in v, no protection, kinda manipulative, joel's old age is emphasized hehe ;)

notes: this is super foul i had to take a break writing it lol. anyways, send me a req or chat me up pls i swear i'm friendly.

10:30 PM

Every ticking noise that damned clock made managed to hammer itself into your subconscious mind. It’s taunting you endlessly, reminding you of the fact that Joel Miller once again broke his promise. You’re aware that it’s a cycle, but you couldn’t help relent the last time around. He was begging on his knees, telling you how much you meant to him, and that it was an honest mistake. He then made another promise. One that you had faith in. Turns out he’s still too mouthy for his own good.

His lies were not good for you. It was dreadful.

Every sense of yours was heightened. You felt the significant need to move without end; if your limbs were moving then perhaps you could continue to burrow that crawling sensation in your stomach, or at least you could ignore it a while. First, it was chewing on the plush skin around your finger tips. It helped satiate your crowded head for a second or two. But then the questions came around without warning.

Had he been in an accident? Was he hurt somewhere, unable to call for help? 

The thought of him lying somewhere injured and alone made you feel sick to the stomach. Pictures of terror flooded your head; all the carcasses and tangy blood. All the rot and rats. You were spiraling in a downward motion. It was only in moments like these that you knew it was still there, the fear, coursing through your veins as if it hitched a ride on your hemoglobin. You needed an immediate distraction. A way to rid yourself of the tumultuous mess in your head, which might just be the small nook of Joel’s things.

You took a leap out of bed, flinching as you’re instantly greeted by the bitterly cold floor boards. It took all of your emotional strength to reach that particular corner and all of your physical strength to pick up the one item that reminded you of Joel; his polaroid 600. The black object gave a light sheen as you cradled it between your gentle fingers.

“I’m home.”

His gruff voice put you at ease. The sigh that escaped your dry lips was slow, as if your brain needed that time to process what had happened, to recollect the marbles you’ve dropped all over the floor. You needed to reset your emotions or else it’ll come faltering down like a broken dam. It’s pathetic how you’re already on the brink of weeping; tears pricked the edge of your vision, that sweet part of your lips tucked under your blunt canines. 

You were soft when it came to him. He was your sole purpose - the only reason you’re still breathing in new air.

Joel’s footsteps sounded familiar. You remembered the rhythm and the weight to it, the click-clack against the wooden floor. But tonight it sounded a little hesitant - a slight drag to the way he moved - which was probably caused by your failure to respond. Here in Jackson people strived to return to a certain degree of normalcy, but everyone knew deep inside that the fear lingers. Neither you nor Joel could ever get rid of the constant fear of carnage, of arriving home to nothing but a corpse.

A defined thud resonated around the room. You looked over your shoulder in response, meeting Joel’s large build crowding the bedroom’s entrance. He looked just as you expected. Revolver in hand, crow’s feet emphasized in worry, tired eyes trained on you; you’d have considered the gesture a little grand if you didn’t know Joel and what he’s been through. But you knew him. Through and through. So you settled on a tight-lipped smile.

“Sweetheart.. you didn’t answer.”

Joel let out a hoarse sigh as he lowered his weapon in haste. You weren’t afraid of his little machinery, but he always hated having it in his hands when you’re around. He told you it made him remember all the blood he’s spoiled and he wouldn’t want that kind of thought being associated with his pretty angel. Joel was corny, that’s for sure.

His shoulders sagged dramatically. He muttered something to himself, perhaps thanking whatever entity out there for keeping you safe while he’s away.

“You’re late. Again.”

Joel was a liar every now and then, but he wasn’t a bastard. He wasn’t planning on making up a fucked-up rationale on why it’s permissible for him to break promises with you, nor was he planning to make you feel like you’re over-reacting and hysterical. He was wrong and that’s that. You weren’t looking his way, but he knew for a fact that you were upset. It’s almost a little too obvious from the way your shoulders heave up and down, as if trying to contain your heavy heart.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have-”

“You’re doing this way too often, Joel. I don’t think I can-”

His boots drummed boisterously as he approached you with much caution. Your ominous tone was making him nervous.

“No.. don’t do this to me, sweetheart. Please. Just hear me out.”

He knew you’d hear him out everytime, even when half of his truths were undeniably stupid at times. 

“I brought you the films. For the polaroid. Remember?”

“You did?”

You turned on your heel at the bribe he’s thrown. Lo and behold, he’s holding what appears to be a thick case of something. You threw out any trace of manners your parents had taught you and reached instantly for the packaging, practically ripping it off his fingers. Joel didn’t complain one bit. It’s as if he’s planned this all out to happen; your anticipation and ultimately, his forgiveness.

It was the size of your palm. A faded sky blue rocked the front covers, while a streak of rainbow decorated the sides. It looked nothing like you’ve seen before and you’re simply elated to hold such a gem between your hands. You ran your fingers down the softened cardboard front, reading along what was written in thick black letters. POLAROID. A perfect match to the tool you’ve been cradling ever since Joel managed to once again miss his curfew. Your lips inevitably curved into a sweet smile. The fatty part of your cheeks lifted in excitement, causing your eyes to turn into pretty crescents Joel adored a whole lot. You’re so easily satiated - it’s embarrassing at times.

“How do you use it. Joel?”

“Oh, sweetheart, let me show you.”

He shuffled towards your left side. His expression straightened back to how it usually is - a little mean and grouchy - as he received the ancient camera back from you. It must’ve been a fresh stock from back in the day considering how untouched the plastic shell seemed to be. Joel remembered that his polaroid back in the day was anything but pretty. Scratched on all sides, a glittery rainbow sticker stuck to the very front (a little reminder of his sweet daughter Sarah), with a flash button that barely worked. He smiled faintly at the memory.

You watched with great concentration as he tore open the cardboard ruthlessly. He’s not one for patience, that’s a fact you learned just now. His thick thumb made its way past the silver packet, then a small grunt slipped past his lips as a sign of victory. Joel popped the film inside the crevice. A whizzing noise surprised you off your feet, which was rewarded by a light chuckle from your side. 

This contraption of his - the polaroid as he called it - threw up a square-shaped plastic along with its almost alien-like whirring noise.

“What’s that?”

“That’s just the protective casing, no need to worry.”

You hummed in response. Curiosity punctured your bubble of worries.

“I’ll show you how to take a picture, yeah?”

As Joel motioned for you to take a step back, he had this.. look on his face. You would’ve guessed that he was actually gazing at you lovingly if it weren’t for the tinge of fear laced across his features. It was the most obvious in his eyes. Deep inside those brown irises was the brutality he’s endured. Down there was where his black dog resided, pushed into a corner but always looming at every given moment. His eyes never sparkled. Not even with you.

You were deep in thought, perched over the edge of his bed. Joel didn’t warn you when he clicked over the shutters. Either he’s too worn out from his ventures out in the wilderness or he’s just too entranced by the sight you’ve proposed to him. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was the fact that you’ve unfortunately closed your eyes at the bright, flaming flash. What mattered was that you just wasted a very valuable film.

“Shit. I think I closed my eyes there.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“But-”

“You look pretty even with your eyes closed, girl.”

Joel picked up the picture and flicked it over to you. You caught it just in time. But you were utterly puzzled by the fact that there wasn’t anything on the square-shaped paper.

“There’s nothing there, Joel.”

Your eyebrows furrowed unsurely. A million thoughts reeling in as you took the picture between your fingers, looking over it under the moonlight filtering through.

“You need ta wait and be patient, pretty.”

You muttered out a foul word, looking all petulant and bratty at his request. Was he fooling you with all his mystical objects? You stared at the picture expectantly. Cautiously as well, as if it’d turn into something otherworldly. It was then that you saw it. How the colors and shapes slowly emerged from the white paper. And there you were, frozen in time, captured forever in that single moment.

An exaggerated gasp escaped your lips.

“See. It works.”

“Yeah, but my eyes are closed. You need to count to three, y’know. That’s the gentlemanly way.”

Joel grumbled, but agreed begrudgingly. He stretched his back like the old man that he was before he settled beside you. The bed creaked an embarrassing noise beneath his weight - you wondered how the two of you hadn’t received a single noise complaint from your neighbors. You could see him clearly now, where the moonlight shone brighter, even when a part of his face was covered by the blunt-edges of the polaroid.

“One.”

His accent was such a playful tune, as if he were the star of his own movie. You could have sat there all day just to listen.

“Two.”

The map of wrinkles on his face told of the most incredible journey. His crow’s feet told of laughter, of warm smiles and affection. His forehead told of worries past and worries present. But mostly they were so deeply ingrained they told of a man who’s been through hell and back. To reduce his glory to a sign of age and incompetence would be disrespectful.

“Three.”

A flash of white blinded you for a second, but this time you made sure to smile with such poise.

Joel flicked the picture in his hand. He looked.. star-struck. As if he’d caught a glimpse of what Aphrodite looked like herself, of what all the good in this world could manifest into, of how unworthy he was to have you sitting here in his bedroom. You were heavenly - the kind that was unheard of after shit hits the fan - and it was good to be reminded once again. He fell into silence.

“Was it not good?”

He shook his head as he placed the polaroid down by his side.

“Why are you-”

His power was overwhelming when he purposefully pushed you back onto the stiff mattress; it seemed that all his rough jobs chopping up woods and tackling infected had done him a huge favor. Even when he’s grazing the silver birthday mark, he’s still as ravenous as ever. You landed along a gentle thud, his large hand managed to cup over the back of your head to keep you safe. Joel always treats you like a frail porcelain piece, even when you’re begging for him to treat you like a rag doll.

Joel’s large arms caged you in on either side. You feel small underneath him and it felt good. It felt like you didn't have to worry about a single thing in his presence. Your nimble fingers grazed over his worn-out flannel that perfectly fits around his large fore-arms. A squeeze here and there to reassure him that you’re okay with this, with him taking charge. You knew just how defenseless he felt these days and you’d like to ease his burden just for a little.

For a moment, all you could hear was his ragged breathing and all you could see was his darkened gaze.

“You’re so perfect.”

He purred lovingly as he leaned in close. His pointed nose brushed against the lobe of your ears, while his stubble tickled that sensitive spot below your jaw. You’ve always loved the beard-burn from his scarce stubble; it always felt personal, the one thing nobody else could do except for Joel. One touch and it was over. It was always that way with you and him.

His open-mouthed kisses drew a sloppy wet trail down the left side of your neck. He took his time to worship you, granting you those claim marks you’ve always fussed about. A bloom of discoloration here and there. You’ve always told him that it was rather childish, but he didn’t care. You were his art work and this was his creativity taking reins.

There’s something about him that lit you up from the inside and there’s something about you that crushed him. Touching you was like being handed the holy grail, like committing a sacrilegious sin from how faultless you were.

“Stay still.”

He ordered you and you were to comply. 

Joel pulled away ever so slightly to reach for the polaroid that’s abandoned by your side. He gave you a cheeky smile, one that you didn’t think was possible to be sported so confidently by a fifty-something years old. He then lifted the camera to his eye and adjusted the settings, making sure that the exposure and focus were just right. He wanted this picture to be perfect, to capture the essence of those marks he’s crafted like a true artisan.

A flash disrupted your trance once more. Another one of those whirring noises occurred.

You looked at him in disbelief as he put away the polaroid and its creation, giving you his undivided attention once more. Was Joel about to document this entire night like a ballsy teenage boy? You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. Joel always managed to make things feel juvenile every single time, as if this was your first night tangled up and not the nth time.

“Are you trying to create a sex tape or something?”

“Nah.”

He answered shortly, too busy pawing your tank top off to even give you a proper answer. Joel tugged the thin fabric upwards, giving you a slight tilt of his head to urge you to lift your head and let the tank top slide off. He’s tried the ‘ripping-off’ technique to maintain efficiency before, but he knew he’d be greeted with an earful after you’ve come down from the inebriated daze he’s initiated. Clothes were expensive, that’s what you always say.

If he were to name one part of your body he’s obsessed with, he knew exactly what to say, no matter how shallow it must’ve sounded. They’re just way too pretty. Joel leaned back down, attaching his wet lips to your plush mounds. Throughout the years he’s spent with you, he’s learned your favorites. He’s learned how you’d mewl whenever he’d run your sensitive buds under his calloused fingers. Twisting it cruelly or flicking at it teasingly, he’d marvel at its hardened form every time. Then he’d reattach his lips right on target, suckling on it while listening to your verbal cues. He’d receive a desperate ngh if he wasn’t going the way you wanted him to and a pleased moan of his name if he’s doing fantastic.

“Joel!”

Your squeaked exclamation had him working overtime. His soaked tongue doing laps around your nipples, getting each one all worked-up before he moved on to the sweeter part of this deal. He looked starved doing this and it made your hole twitch.

Once again, Joel leaned back to reach for the damn polaroid, pulling you away from your whimpering frenzy.

“Push your tits together and smile, sweetheart.”

He ordered and you did just that. This time your eyes looked hazy, like you’ve been high on something, but your breasts looked as amazing as always. Nipples perked upwards as a result of his persistent endeavors. Joel looked pleased at the developed picture, scrutinizing every detail as if he’s some acclaimed photographer. He sat back down evenly on the bed. You were left there, smiling loopily and awaiting his next order,

“You want me to take a good shot of you, hm?”

You nodded.

“Sit down, sweetheart, and take off your shorts.”

You pulled yourself up eagerly. Your movements were a little clumsy as you pulled your shorts off, kicking them off once they reached your knee.

“Show me where you need me.”

A taste of doubt pooled in your stomach. He lowered the polaroid slightly, knowing that his encouraging look would ignite back the confidence in your chest. It worked wonders on you everytime and you’re back on track again. You slowly pushed your thighs apart, one at a time to rile him up just the right amount. Your floral patterned panties were still in place as Joel hadn’t quite ordered you to remove them just yet and in this space, you work by his orders. Still, the wet patch was embarrassingly obvious, running down your slit and growing particularly wide atop of your entrance.

He cocked his head to the side. A motion you could only deduct as a heartening push for you to go a step further. You pulled the soft cotton to the side, growing breathless under his cruel stare. The cold night air grazed your clit in a manner that made you writhe; you were sensitive all over and all you wanted to do was beg for him to fill you up already. To have his large hands pin you down and strike your airway, leaving you breathless and asking for forgiveness. But that’s not what good girls do and you know that only good girls deserve to be rewarded.

Apparently exposing yourself to this extent wasn’t enough for Joel as he hasn’t snapped a picture yet. Desperate to please him, you placed your fingers on either side of your outer labia. Lips tucked deep beneath your teeth as you pulled them apart. Only to reveal your throbbing clit and your sweet cunt that’s been twitching at every look he gave you. It’s all sticky too. A webbed substance coating every part vulgarly. Joel chuckled at the sight, making fun of your submission towards him.

The whirring sound occurred again and you were relieved. 

“You want to touch yourself?”

“I want you, Joel, please.”

“That’s not in the question.”

You shivered at his authoritative tone.

“Yes, please.”

Joel nodded permissively. You nodded, doing your best to keep calm under pressure. Pretending he wasn’t there staring you down would be an awfully hard task, but you’re forced to prevail. Your little hole spasmed as you pressed your soft fingers onto your needy clit. You settled on a circular motion, bringing it around your clit then down to gather some natural lubrication from your profusely leaking hole. This motion alone had you chanting his name like a kind of magical mantra.

Your eyes scrunched close, lost in deep pleasure while drowning in embarrassment. It wasn’t enough - that’s for certain - but it was good enough to satisfy the aching pain.

“Put a finger in.”

He recommended and you abide without a saying. Your fingers felt dramatically different than his, they’re a lot stubbier so they wouldn’t be able to reach the good parts, but they’ve become your trusty friend after years of being a lady. Your left hand stayed focused on your clit, while your other hand ventured closer towards your leaking hole. A sharp inhale was what you took before you pushed one finger pass. It went in too easily and just the feeling of being halfway full made you feel euphoric, a hoard of pathetic moans teasing your tongue.

“What a good girl.”

His compliment was accompanied by the now familiar snap of the polaroid, whirring in as per usual to form an image of your vulgar body. Once again, Joel abandoned his treasured property to the side to admire you. Admire his good girl that’s gone by the rules because you know how amazing he’ll treat you when you’re being sweet. Joel was erratic as he unbuckled his belt, doing it with such haste he’s fumbling to pop the buttons open. It made him let out a frustrated grunt that’s easily met with your joyful set of laughter.

“You ain’t gonna get a good fuckin’ if you kept that on.”

His Texas twang shut you up easily. You grinned at him brattily, still stuffing your pussy nice and good as if you can’t stand another minute without something inside of you. He shook his head at the sight. Joel joined in on your playful games when he finally managed to relieve his cock of the fabric prison it’s been kept in. His cock had always been pretty - a pinkish tip with a peachy shaft, always leaking with pearly stickiness up top - yet it seems you’ve forgotten what it looked like up close. After all, it’s been awhile since he took good care of you.

Joel fisted his cock with a tempo you’ve grown familiar with. You’ve witnessed this sight multiple times, yet you’re still bewitched by it everytime. Once he’s satisfied with how sleek he’s turned out to be, he shuffled closer to you. Eyes boring deep within yours with every kind of emotion available to mankind. All mixed up and served as an intoxicating cocktail. He’s trying to tell you something, you knew that, but you’ve never actually figured out what he’s been dying to say. Those thoughts soon turned warp as he fitted himself on your entrance. He ran his shaft up and down over your slit, teasing a reaction out of you.

“Fill me. Put it in- Joel- Joel, please.”

You thrusted your hip upwards with need and that was enough to give him the reassurance he needed. He eased in carefully, knowing that fitting his fat tip was a hard task you never got used to, while his pointer finger rubbed perfect circles on your sensitive nub. A subtle burn caught your throat when he finally bottomed out entirely. He was so girthy it’s hard to situate yourself around him. It even managed to prick a tear out the corner of your eyes.

“Beggin’ me to fuck you good. Teasin’ me like a brat. You’re really somethin’, ain’t ya?”

He rasped in your ear as he inched even closer. His hips snapped just at the right moment and with the perfect altitude to get you trembling. You reached out to hold onto the collar of his flannel. It became your only lifeline as he implored even further, pulling out then immediately filling you up like you’re some sort of pastry. An avalanche tumbling down within your lower abdomen. The pleasure was from another kind of heaven. The kind that could only be brought out by a man who’s dangling in weighty sins.

“Gonna be the end of me.”

To be filled to the very brim made you lose your head. Everything was starting to melt off, your common sense and your previous anger of his audacious lies. It all disappeared at every thrust, every time his lengthy cock disappeared inside your pretty cunt, everything seemed to feel alright. Everything was bright and pristine. He was a good man and so was you. Your eyes flickered, rotating between the sheen appearing on his wrinkled forehead and where his shaft was swallowed by you.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

You knew this was coming. He’s always asking for forgiveness whenever he’s seven inches buried within you. Perhaps that’s exactly what made him an asshole.

“Joel- Just-”

All the words you’ve assigned were scrambled once more when it reached the tip of your tongue.

“I’m sorry for lyin’.”

He whispered out faintly. Was that his version of ‘I love you’? Your hazed mind couldn’t know for certain, but all you knew was that it was sincere from the depth of his heart. You could always tell when he’s being vulnerable and when he’s patching up those brick walls again. He was here right now, in the moment, and entirely euphoric at the way your cunt pulsed around him.

“More, Joel. More!”

“More what?”

“More of your c- cock.”

Joel filled you up so good. It was torture the way he always kept you at bay, but right now all you could think of was how no one could fill you up this way. Even when he’s cruel and distant, even when he occasionally declines your request to remove his clothes and let you see him whole, even when he lies, you are always going to be there. No one could ever fuck you the way he would.

“Where do ya want me, darling?”

He prompted as if you still have the right mind to answer. You were pulsing without end, rocking through the orgasm that’s just edging to come by. 

“Inside. Inside, please, please, please.”

You chanted without end. All throughout your eventful high, thighs jittering and rocking into his every movement as a particularly loud moan echoed around the room. He granted your wishes kindly; injecting you with what he’s been withholding all week, white painting your insides like it was some sort of high-end abstract art. You heaved at the feeling, extremely pleased.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

He greeted your freshly drugged out mind sweetly. It was then that you hear the last two whirring noises consecutively. One of a close-up shot of your fucked up hole oozing his own dose of cum, and another a pretty shot of your dazed expression. Joel quietly thought that it’d be the perfect accessory for his damn wallet.

[armandisdaddy]

Spoiled Rotten-Modern! Sugar Daddy-Ser Harwin Strong x Fem Reader

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Brat-tamer, Angst, Swearing, Age-Gap, Smut, spitting, ass eating, oral Fem/male receiving, backshots, spanking, p in v penetration, hair pulling, and aftercare/fluff.

Summary: Harwin says he wants things to be casual, but he might not be able to resist you.

Harwin was a very busy man being head of security he was always making plans behind protecting his boss Viserys Targaryen and the rest of his family. He hardly had time for himself, no time to date or even make acquaintances. He was becoming lonely and longed for something more, but knew he’d never have the time for emotional relationship but he could at least have the illusion of one, right? He decide on a website “Seeking Arrangements” he was bit nervous the last “relationship” he was in was with Rhaenyra and she was married now so that affair ended just as soon as it started.

He scrolled through many pretty faces and was becoming a bit discouraged. Everyone seemed to be super submissive which he enjoyed, but he liked a challenge. Someone with a fire in them that he could tame and then he stumbled upon your profile. You were a platinum blonde bombshell. He clicked on your photo icon and scrolled through your pictures obsessively. Your profile description simply saying “I get what I want…😈.” He smiled at the quote and continued scrolling through your profile before quickly hitting the like button.

He was growing a bit nervous as the time went by. You hadn’t matched with him yet…You were coming home after a horrific date with a potential, but he was atrocious. He thought from your pictures that you were just some blonde bimbo and that made you nauseous. You swore off getting back on “Seeking Arrangements” but your curiosity was just too high. You started scrolling and the name Harwin Strong came up with this picture of this gorgeous man. You clicked on his profile looking to see if he was a catfish because honestly he was too handsome to be true. You noticed his occupation said Head of Security for Targ Tech Inc. and thought meeting him would be interesting.

You finally matched with him and he was so excited he felt like he was in high-school again. He knew he had to make the first move, but what was he supposed to say? He hadn’t done too much small talk or flirting for quite sometime and he didn’t want to come off as some awkward old man. He decided a simple hello would do the trick.

Strong_35

“Hello.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Hey handsome.😘 You’re new here right?”

He paused for a moment smiling subconsciously.

Strong_35

“Yeah, I’m kind of looking for something casual, but I do want a connection.I don’t get too much of a personal life so I thought this might be the next best thing. What’s your name?”

You smiled at how honest he was.

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Are you sure your not a catfish? I just figure the Head of Security for Targ Tech would have women falling at his feet ya know? 😂😉 and my name is Y/N.”

Strong_35

“I can see why you would think that, but my work keeps me too busy most of the time. That’s a beautiful name, babe.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“So if we had an arrangement how do I know you could give me enough attention. You should know I’m a little needy and crave attention.”

He chuckled while he smiled from ear to ear.

Strong_35

“I’m sure you will find a way to keep my attention..after all “You get what you want.” Right?

This was easier than he thought or maybe it was because of you.

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Don’t tempt me I could easily make you miss two weeks of work. I’d have everyone thinking you went missing lol.”

Strong_35

“I’d definitely like to find out. I’m free tomorrow night if you would like to meet me somewhere for dinner and we can see where things go?”

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Yeah definitely. Meet me at “A Bellagio” @8 pm. You better not be late. And make sure you dress nice.

Strong_35

“I won’t I promise and okay.”

You had did some quick shopping to find a new dress and heels to wear for your date tonight. You blonde locks were pinned up in a sort of Anna Nicole style and you picked a shimmery light pink dress that hugged you silhouette just right and silver heels. Your make up was light, but you looked like you were glowing. You took an Uber there figuring you might just be going with Mr. Strong tonight. You were pulling up and he was standing at the entrance waiting for you. You stepped out of the car and approached you holding his hand out so you could step onto the sidewalk safely. “Thank you.” You smiled softly looking into his eyes watching them cascade over your face and your body.

He looked absolutely gorgeous in his navy blue suit and gold accented tie. He was really real you thought. You had hit the jackpot. Young, handsome, and rich? You were probably going to have a whirlwind romance with this guy. Well at least that’s how you would like it to be. “Hello, Y/N. I’m happy to see you.” He pulled your hand to his lips. The warmth of them against your skin sent goosebumps down your spine. “I’m happy to see you too. I see you aren’t a catfish after all.” He chuckled at your u snarky remark and slid his arm around your waist leading you inside. He had already gotten a table for the two of you and two glasses and a bottle of moscato waited for the two of you to return. He pulled out your seat for you like a true gentleman and you obliged sitting down gracefully. He took his seat and poured the sparkling wine into both glasses.

“Moscato is my favorite.” You were gushing inside but you played it cool externally taking a small sip from the glass as the waiter approached your table. This was one of your favorite restaurants so you already knew what you wanted to order. It took Harwin a little while to choose but you didn’t mind. “So Y/N besides Seeking Arrangements do you do anything outside of this?”

“You don’t have to be so formal..I’m a sugar baby… But, yes I actually went to school for two years to become a Cybersecurity Specialist, but I started doing this to pay off college and then my passions moved over to have my own business. I own several boutiques around King’s Landing and they are doing well actually.” He was a bit shocked she really didn’t need to be a sugar baby so why was she. “So why are you still doing this? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.” You giggled taking a sip of your wine while you sized him up a bit. “Well, if we’re being honest I like being spoiled and I like seeing men do whatever it takes to make me happy.”

He took a sip of his drink and looked into those green eyes and cleared his throat feeling as though he was being sucked in. “So this is just for fun then?” You gave demur smile and nodded. “Essentially, yes. I hope you don’t mind it. What is that you’re looking for. I know you said something casual with a genuine connection, but I don’t understand. It sounds like you want to fall in love. A connection always leads to something more especially with the physical parts are involved.” You crossed your legs and your foot swiped past his leg.

“I do want love yes..but I don’t know I figured maybe I could find it with someone here. I know that sounds stupid.” You stopped him. “It doesn’t sound stupid. You’d be surprised how many sugar babies hope to be taken seriously. Sometimes I still wonder if I could find that person but so far it was only transactional.” It wasn’t took long before their food was being brought out you ate and talked. The two of you laughed mostly and connected a bit learning about each other childhoods.

You wanted to know about how he got into Targ Tech Inc. . When you both were finished you continued to talk for a while and before you knew it was late and you honestly didn’t want to leave him. He broke your train of thought when he started speaking again. “I have to work..tomorrow..I should get ready to go.” You pouted and sighed before a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Harwin, do you think you could take me home, I took a Uber here.”

Being the gentleman he was he obliged, paid the ticket and they left the restaurant to go to his car. It was a Volvo with an all black exterior and leather interior. You weren’t too far away both of you seemed to live closer within the city and that seemed convenient enough for you. The car ride was silent so you decided to speak. “I enjoyed dinner tonight and I was hoping we could continue to see each other..” He looked over to her and smiled placing a hand on her thigh squeezing it slightly. “I was going to ask you once we stopped at your place.” He chuckled and she blushed feeling the warmth of his hand on her skin.

Pulling up to your place you sighed looking at him and then to your condos building while you contemplated your next move. “Do you want to come in?” He was a bit shocked by the offer, but he didn’t object to it. “Sure, you got any whiskey.” She smiled grabbing her keys from her purse. “Of course I do..” They made their way up to her condo and he was honestly like in a state of shock. “This place is way nicer than mine.” She smiled and guided him to her living room. “Maybe you just need a woman’s touch.” She slipped out of her shoes and grabbed him that glass of whiskey he asked for. “I’ll be right back I want to get comfortable. Feel free to turn on the tv if you’d like.” He did just that trying to use the whiskey to calm his nerves it had been so long since he had been with a woman he didn’t really know what to expect.

She returned wearing a large t shirt that stopped just below the cuff of her ass. Her hair was put up and her make up was gone and if he wasn’t already dazzled by how gorgeous she looked all night. Right now she was even more beautiful than before in her natural state. He was taken aback and took a sip from his glass. She straddled his lap and took off his suit jacket throwing it to the side. He hesistated but he eventually let his hands grab on to her waist. She smiled letting her hands rest on his chest. “Soooo, Harwin…I know you said your schedule keeps you busy but I want you to know I’m rather needy. Even if you get off late I’d still like to see you I require lots of attention or I’ll get bored.” He listened intently his fingers subconsciously trailed up and down her spine causing her to shiver slightly. He smiled at her reaction his dick jumping within his slacks. His growing length pressing hard against the fabric and against her pussy. He groaned as once she started to grinding against it causing friction. He eased both hands into her shorts realizing she wasn’t wearing any panties and instinctively pulled them down.

“Well, baby girl if you’re going to be mine, I promise to do my best at keeping you as happy as I can.” He muttered focusing mostly on the way her ass filled his hands while he pushed and pulled her cheeks apart. A hand slipped down slowly letting two fingers rub across her folds and press against her clit. He groaned feeling how wet she was already and smiled laying a harsh smack against her ass. “Who told you, you could get this wet already, Hm?” She yelped and bit her lip in excitement as his hand smacked her other ass cheek leaving a soft red tint behind. He smiled at the sight of it and looked into those beautiful doe eyes of her grabbing her ponytail pulling her head back and kissing her lips. She moaned into the kiss as his rubbed her clit in circles causing her hips to buck aggressively. Her tongue found it’s way into his mouth and savored the taste of it against his own. She pulled away and a string of saliva was seen and in the heat of the moment he grabbed her face forcefully opened her mouth and spit into it before pulling her into another heated kiss. She fumbled with his pants unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants letting the pulsating monster free.

She looked wide eyed and was anxious once she saw his size. It was long and thick and had veins throughout it with a slight curve. Her pussy jumped in anticipation and he chuckled at the look on her face. She was practically salivating so ready to taste him. He could tell and decided they’d please each other all at once. Without warning he grabbed her once more by the waist and flipped her upside down. With his arms wrapped around her waist and her delicious pussy in his face. With his forearms holding her thighs his rough hands gripped her asscheeks spreading them and her pussy apart. He licked his lips hungrily as slowly dragged his wet tongue from her clit to her tight rosebud before dipping his tongue into it. She gasped and relaxed into him feeling him devour her without even thinking. She grabbed onto his dick and shoved it into her mouth quickly bobbing her head. Her eyes rolling back at the salty taste of precum coating her tongue.

He sucked on her clit and began fucking both holes with his tongue enjoying both immensely. “Fuck…you taste so good, Princess.” She cooed with her mouth full as he pumped his dick in and out of her mouth causing such a sloppy mess on her couch and floor. The sounds of her mouth glucking and gushing and his moaning, licking and sucking filled the room. He couldn’t take it anymore and sat her down so he could stand. He removed her shirt and pants completely and removed whatever clothes she had on left. He admired her frame and slowly let his two fingers slip inside her. She sighed and he hooked his fingers letting them rub against her spot in a come hither motion. She trembled and the sounds of her juices sloshing around made him smirk to himself. “Are you ready?” He asked in a hushed tone and she nodded without hesitation.

He placed her on all fours on the couch her arms resting on the top. He looked at the way her back arches and the roundness of her ass and let one hand hold onto her hip while the other guided his dick towards the entrance of her cunt. He slowly pushed inside her and the feeling of her warm walls wrapping around him made a deep growl bellow within his chest. “Fuck…” She moaned softly at the way he filled and stretched her and she moved slightly to adjust a bit. He began to slowly push and pull in and out steadying his breathing. It had been so long since he felt this feeling and he want to make it last. She cooed in response letting him know he was making her feel good just as well. He rubbed her ass cheeks before pushing them together and picking up the pace without warning. He pounded into her relishing the sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass and watching his shake with each thrust. She screamed and moan in immense pleasure and her cum soaked his dick and balls as she creamed.

He lifted a leg up onto the couch for more leverage and grabbed on her hair pulling her back so that he chest was against her back while his free hand held onto her stomach to hold their bodies together as he looked down to watch her ass clap against him. “Shit…you feel so good, Princess. I need you just like this everyday…you hear me…” She couldn’t say much but he pulled her hair demanding an answer. “Yes…Daddy..” He leaned his back and laughed at that name. “That’s a good fucking girl…” He could feel himself about to release. “Can I cum inside you, Princess.” She whimpered put a yes and he continued to pump into letting her cum before he did. Just as her climax covered his dick his warm cum flowed inside her until it filled her up to the brim. They stood there just like that for a minute and he kissed her shoulder lightly. “Let’s take a shower and go to bed, okay love?” He spoke sweetly. And she didn’t object to it.

After their shower they laid in bed with her laying on his chest and his fingers playing in her wet hair. “I’m supposed to work tomorrow, but I’ll call off for a few days. I’ll take you shopping and we can go on a little vacation. How does that sound, Princess?” She rubbed his chest and hummed softly. “That sounds amazing, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Cry, I will love you, love you, love you

★ Chapter 13 of 15, 3498 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: angst, descriptions of grief and depression

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18 September, 2019

Matty was right. Everything was okay. Until it wasn’t, and Este got the call.

She dropped everything to catch a plane to London. A train would be too slow. She had to be with her family. The two weeks she spent there felt like some of the longest weeks of her life.

There wasn’t a moment that the universe let her mind rest—it was a constant buzz of anger, sadness, release. She was mad that bad things happened to good people. Sad that there was so little time left. And eventually, two Mondays later, it happened. Este thought that when it did, her emotions would peak and then she’d be on the comedown—slowly, she guessed. But it wasn’t. Every day felt like the worst of what was to come. And the worst kept coming.

The clothes draped on her body remained the same for too long. Even their musty stench that grew as time passed couldn’t inspire her to change, so Cate had to force her out of them. She’d been helpful through those horrid weeks, constantly checking up on her best friend, even coming down to London a couple of times to take Este’s mind off of things and attempt to bring her back down to earth.

Two days after the dreaded Monday, they came back home to Manchester to grab some more of their things. Enough to last them through the weekend and however long Este felt she would need to stay. Work was a worry, but it didn’t matter to her as much as it probably should have.

After helping her flatmate pack another bag and essentially petting her head to sleep, Cate considered how intensely Este’s life had been put on hold to make room for her grief. There was no time to make new memories when she was all consumed with trying to cling to the ones with Florencia. Este was terrified of the reality that one day she’d struggle to remember them as brightly as they once were.

Cate thought about the increasing number displayed in the red notification bubble at the corner of her Messages app, and the people waiting to hear from her. The plans Este must have had, and their inevitable rain-checks. That’s when Matty came to mind. She decided that sending him a text would aid in planning their accommodations back in London, in case of some small chance that he’d have time to be there for the rites.

Matty Healy (famous)

Yesterday at 20:50 PM

hey. i thought i’d let you know that the funeral is on saturday morning. wasn’t sure if este invited you out but i know she’d want you there

i also have no idea where in the world you even are rn

so if you can’t make it then don’t worry

Today at 06:04 AM

Funeral????

I haven’t heard from her since this past Saturday

What’s going on

oh my god. she didn’t tell you

i’m so sorry you had to find out this way and that it isn’t coming from este but her nan passed away on monday.

Shit

I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry

Can I ask what happened?

she’s been in remission for a couple of years, but in mid august ish she got super sick again. everything happened really fast and there weren’t any treatment options.

so at the beginning of september este went down to stay with josé in the house. the whole family went. they at least got to be with each other for her last couple of weeks

Is she still there in London or are u guys in Manchester

she just arrived back to the flat to pick up more of her stuff and figure out her leave from work and stuff with sam

we’re staying the night but heading back tomorrow. wake is on friday morning and the funeral the next day

Was just trying to figure out if somehow I could make it but I’m in Auckland

Would take days on a plane and we have a bunch of Australian shows coming up

I don’t think theres a way

it’s ok matty. she’ll understand

sorry for loading this all on you out of nowhere

No, thank you for telling me

Please let me know if there’s something I can do. Even from all the way out here

Anything

Today at 11:29 AM

i will

but also, just as a heads up, este really is not in a good place. she’s in good hands, so you dont have to worry or anything, but maybe just wait for her to reach out first before saying anything. hopefully you can understand why i ask that of you

hope your shows in australia go well x

Of course I understand x

Thank you Cate

Matty’s heart broke for Este and her family when he read the texts sitting in his notifications after his long plane journey out to New Zealand. In the car ride over to the hotel, Hann took note of how unusually his mouth was pressed into a flat line as he furiously typed away on his phone, eventually asking him what was up.

“Cate’s just told me that Este’s nan just passed.” he explained, “She was just super vague at the start about a funeral and I haven’t heard from Este at all, so I panicked,”

“Did you think she was inviting you to Este’s funeral?”

“Dunno, really. ‘Funeral’ is just a scary word.” Matty continued typing as Cate’s responses came through.

“Shit. Sorry, mate.” said George, giving his condolences. “How old was she?”

“75. Cate’s saying it was cancer.” As he read more texts, the further it was explained.

“The nan with the gallbladder?” Ross asked, a contained amusement sitting on his face as he brought up the story he shared when the guys had first met Este and Cate.

Matty threw him a grimace. “Yes, Ross. I’m sure she had a gallbladder. But if you mean the one who was my nurse after I got mine removed, then also yes.” Despite how inappropriate his joke seemed, Matty was glad the mood lifted when it gained a couple bittersweet chuckles from the rest of the guys. “Este never told me about any of it, so I’m just a bit shocked,”

He’d been frozen with grief before, so he didn’t blame her for not saying anything. Letting her heal was necessary—and his feelings couldn’t matter less in this situation. Plus, the idea of sending a message was too scary. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, or want to overstep. So Cate suggesting he let Este come to him first helped him with the internal dilemma.

She almost regretted reaching out to Matty after discovering that Este hadn’t told him about Florencia. It felt like crossing a boundary; like something that should have been shared on her accord instead of by her best friend over text. To clear her conscience, Cate confessed what she had done as they sat on the train back to London the next day.

“Hey,” she started, to break the silence and grab Este’s attention. Her sad eyes looked up to acknowledge the conversation and her curious eyebrows raised.

“Yesterday I was thinking about where I’d be staying this weekend and if there would be enough room at your grandparents’ house. Which I know you said there would be—but it just had me thinking about everyone who may need accommodations for coming in from out of town—and I thought of Matty. Which in retrospect, was stupid in the first place, since his literal house is in London. Impulsively I just sent him a text without even asking you first, and I feel really guilty for intruding, especially since he let me know that you hadn’t told him or anything. So I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking in the moment, I just—“

A reassuring and gentle hand was felt on Cate’s forearm. It was Este’s, as if to say, ‘It’s okay’. She gave a soft smile and Cate showed one similarly, still holding her breath from the anticipation of what reaction the fact she revealed may conjure.

All she did was swipe away Cate’s auburn hair before leaning her head on her shoulder—where the hair once sat—so that the weight wouldn’t pull on it, sighing quietly. Este didn’t feel strongly about anything at that moment, letting the clunky sounds of the train and the presence of her best friend envelop her numbness.

It wasn’t an active decision to keep Matty uninformed. It was probably due to her refusing to believe it would ever come to the point of relevance. That if she didn’t admit that Florencia was sick again, then the gut-wrenching inevitability couldn’t be real life. And once it was—as much as Este craved the comfort she knew he’d provide her—she couldn’t be rational. It was an all-consuming paralysis.

The air in the house was heavy. Endless paperwork screamed for attention from the dining room table, so her parents and granddad were busy dealing with that; not saying much to the two girls as they entered. A touch on the small of Este’s back was given by José, who didn’t usually use his words to show his love for her anyway. The warmth from where his hand brushed against her lingered for a couple of long seconds.

Before Cate and Este reached the spare room they’d be sharing for the weekend, her mother stopped them.

“You should look at the flowers on the counter, E. They’re beautiful.” said Percy.

Setting her bags down, Este agreed and stepped back out to the kitchen. The bouquet that came into her view was huge. They had received flowers from a couple of people since Monday, mostly dainty and affordable and easy to look at. But this one took her by surprise; its full shape made up of the most colourful foliage she could imagine. Her Lola would have loved it.

You could sense Florencia’s kookiness from the loud and maximalist decor throughout her house. Este acquired the hoarding habits from her. She could recall a couple of times her nan commented on how boring she found pre-made bunches from the supermarket, and how she wished she could combine every different type of bouquet to have one that actually interested her. If someone told Este that her grandmother picked the flowers sitting on the counter in front of her, she’d believe them.

“Wow, they are beautiful.” She mumbled, about to ask her family if they knew who had sent them.

But, a note card stuck out of the top. Este flipped it open.

‘For Este-

Life is just as precious and beautiful as it is unfair. I am so sorry it has been unfair to you. I feel both lucky to have even briefly known Florencia, and also terrible that I can’t be there to support you. Thinking of your family always.

All my love

Matty x’

Her shaky hand grabbed the card and slipped it into the pocket of her sweats for safekeeping—her question now answered. One day she would be able to accept how thoughtful his words were, and even send him a message to say thank you. But that day wasn’t today.

-

23 September, 2019

Sam knew he had to hire another employee at Greenhouse to make up for Este’s absences.

Over the years, there had been many occasions where time off was needed by either her or Oliver or even the owner himself; so there were a few solutions they’d usually jump to. A couple of close friends of the store had been kept on the store’s payroll to jump in when needed. But, Sam had a feeling that he’d be in need of something more. Meeting Este when she was a mere nineteen years old, he was aware of the tightly knit family she possessed—and he had never seen her in the state she was in now. This was clearly world-shifting for her.

She tried to insist on coming back to work that Monday morning, only a week to the day of her grandmother’s passing. Sam could hear the quiet quiver in her voice when they spoke on the phone, already in the process of sorting through CVs and inviting potential hires for interviews. Not with the intent to replace Este, but to ensure she could take the full time she needed off without the pressure of letting the business down. Of course, he refused to make her travel all the way back to Manchester and firmly encouraged her to stay with her family for as long as she wished to.

So, Este stayed in London—for much longer than she expected to. Weeks went by and she was still there. Her mum and dad were forced to leave not long after the weekend of the funeral; on account of some dodgy conversation with their bosses about time off. It didn’t feel right to leave José alone in the house. Este felt his sorrow through their silence. They slept under the same roof every night, both shutting their eyes to be able to see the sparkling memories of Florencia that were painted on the inside of their eyelids.

She did a lot of sleeping, for that very reason. And randomly got really good at Scrabble. Her and her granddad had played a couple of times which sparked her interest, but it soon spiralled into Este playing against computers through an app on her phone for most hours of the day. She thought to herself, After this game I’ll get up and do something else. But she never got up and she never did anything else.

Her vocabulary expanded. Este even considered ordering a Scrabble dictionary off of Amazon. She paid for Prime, so it could even come tomorrow. It’s okay, she reassured, It’ll wear off. I won’t sit here and play Scrabble until the end of time.

But what if I do? she feared.

-

Percy came to visit quite frequently. To both make sure her father and daughter were holding up, all alone in London, and to feel closer to Florencia. The house still smelled like her. Sometimes, she’d have to remind Este to go out and buy groceries after seeing that they were running low; or convince José to pay his bills on time. He had a hard time remembering what day it was.

She brought Dano with her whenever she was over. It helped spike Este’s mood, though temporarily. Her voice would reach its excited high pitch when she heard his paws tap on the hardwood floor and shower him in the only love she had left in her.

Este liked letting her family’s golden retriever up onto her bed, even though the fur that he left behind sometimes made her sneeze in the middle of the night. She liked how warm he was and that the in-and-out of his breathing helped punctuate her thoughts.

One night, she took a break from resting her face against him and gave Cate a call. She was nice enough to come back from Manchester a couple of times to bring more of Este’s belongings from their flat, helping to make the spare room feel more like her own. Cate saw her grief for what it was and gave Este the rigidity that others were scared to. The words she had trouble saying to herself felt easier to believe when her best friend was on the receiving line. Gently petting Dano’s coat, her voice escaped with a tremble.

She talked about how after seeing a trailer for a film called The Farewell (that was coincidentally about a sick grandmother) on the telly a couple of days ago, she hadn’t turned it on since. How she thought rereading Little Women might comfort her, but then she reached the part where Beth dies and couldn’t finish it. How she dreamt of her Lola every night.

But alas, the ponderous energy of the air around her lifted slightly. And when Cate hung up, after both girls lost track of time and realised the late hour, Este leaned back down onto Dano like he was her pillow, surprised to find his fur all wet with her tears.

-

29 October, 2019

Following the release of the third single for Notes On A Conditional Form, Frail State of Mind, Matty and the rest of the band had a couple of weeks off before playing Pitchfork Music Festival in Paris. Though they were still busy writing, the time away from performing left Matty thinking about Este more often. Sure, he was sort of always thinking of her; but it felt elevated during their first long break since he’d last heard from her.

He had sent a couple of texts to Cate to make sure she was alright, but never felt entitled to know more than just that. So, he was shocked to see messages waiting for him, from Este. The sheer anticipation made his thumb shake as it clicked to open it.

E ★

Today at 18:11 PM

I know this is more than a month overdue, but thank you for the flowers and sweet message. They were the most beautiful we’d received. The whole family loved them, and I’m sure my nan would have too

Pls don’t feel bad about not coming in for the funeral. I remembered that you’d be too far and that’s ok. It’s me that should be sorry for not letting u know what was going on. You deserved to know. But I’d be lying if I said i was doing better. Things are still really hard

I hope u can believe me when i say that I really do appreciate you Matty. I know you would be there for me if I let you in. But im sort of struggling to let anyone in rn.

Sorry for spamming you, I will text soon x

Este theres nothing you should be apologising for

Losing my nan was one of the hardest things I’ve had to go through

I’m never more than a text away, just remember that xx

Congrats on the new song too, you can imagine I relate to it a bit. Lol

After those few messages, Matty stopped hearing from her. They gave him a bit of hope, so Este’s radio silence hurt him a little bit more the second time around. He gave up reaching out after just over a month of no responses. Once in a while he would send a text to Cate, just to snuff his fear of something worse going on, and she assured him that she was alive. Not necessarily ‘good’, but alive. Matty guessed that it was a sufficient response and eventually stopped pestering.

It felt odd to mix the song he wrote about her in the studio while they weren’t even in contact. With it only running for a couple of seconds more than two minutes, they didn’t spend an overwhelming amount of time on it. But, as Matty listened back to his buried vocals that sang the lyrics he wrote about Este and their short bursts of memories between dragging months apart, he couldn’t help but yearn for her.

He liked that the song was so short, and that the lyrics were hard to pick apart. It felt like a little moment. The final line, ‘Will you stay or wait?’ repeated through Matty’s head as they perfected the song’s shoe-gazey production, booming in his chest through its painful relevance.

When they reached America for their final leg of tour that year, her name was sketched into Matty’s ear whenever they performed I Couldn’t Be More In Love. But what about these feelings I’ve got, he thought—too literally.

He would meet a fan that had a dimple and would think of her. Or one that had a septum piercing. And think of her if he ever drove past a small book shop.

Then, inevitably, Matty could feel the brightest element of his life slowly dim to darkness—fading into a fleeting moment of his past. But the memory stayed, along with a small glimmer of hope. And he knew he’d be at her feet the minute Este wanted him there again.

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[camis-coffee]

Day 71 of a lot of days

It’s currently 8:19 pm and I just finished spending the day with my host family. It has now been a little more than two month since I’ve been here and I guess things are slowly to get better, for both my mental health and my level of comfort around both the kids and the parents (I’m still very awkward around them sometimes, especially around my host dad). 

I got to meet another wonderful girl some weeks ago, and I’ll see here again tomorrow for dinner. I have organised a day out with some other girls and I honestly can’t wait, I feel like I’ve only seen the kids for the past two months (which is kinda true, I mean I haven’t seen anyone in a month at least outside from my host parents and their friends) so I hope it will feel refreshing!

On an emotional level, I still feel very confused on what I am going through. One moment I feel extra happy and think of extending for the second year too and then a kid go berserk and I start regretting all of my life’s choices! So it’s getting very confusing and I don’t really know hot to get rid of this sensation, hence suggestions are welcomed!

As I wrote in my notebook, I have come to a compromise with my mental health where I keep going without thinking too much or 1. I’ll end up having a mental breakdown and won’t recover and 2. it will make things probably worst. So the compromise is just ignoring my problems and my feelings as I have been doing for the last 10 years, so like for half of my life. Do not try this at home I do not recommend. I am fully aware that this is super toxic and unhealthy but it’s literally the only way I can stay here for ten more months. 

I also wanted to try write more on here because I would like to share it all but, as already soon, my abilities as a writer are not that great and I do not know how to properly form sentences sometimes, not even in italian.. but I’ll try!

Until next time! In the meantime, you can find me on twitter and instagram! 

[purplesurveys]

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What does the shirt you are wearing look like? It’s white and has a gigantic print in the middle that’s black and red. It’s also a tad oversized, which I don’t mind as I’m into that style these days.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? I’m always dealing with a simultaneous bunch of things at work which keeps me constantly stressed, lol. One client just messaged me earlier, around 11 PM, so that was...fun; one has a knack for hounding me for updates on this and that and expects me to reply within five seconds; one is super anal and refuses to approve any material without it reaching 4-5 revisions; one has been taking forever to reply on anything since April, leading to campaign delays that at this point I don’t even give a fuck about anymore...it’s a jungle everyday where I work. How do you stay positive with all that life throws at you? 1) I’ve seen and experienced how things always manage to fall into place somehow, so I just stick it out during the ugly parts; 2) I need to stay alive at least until 2025 for reasons only anyone within the Bangtan universe would know, hah.

What quality do you admire most in other people? Being patient, because I am definitely not always.

What is the highest level of physical pain you have ever been in? rate 1-10 That would either be my foot infection when I was 11, or having to get six injections in a single day right after my dog bit me. I was even way more stressed out over the shots than the fact that I got a Real animal bite for the first time, lmao. The foot thing is a solid 10 but I would give the injections probably an 8? and it’s mainly because I was terrified of the amount of shots I needed to get and because it was the first time I’ve ever gotten injected on my thighs.

...same question, but with emotional pain? Nothing has been more difficult than the direct aftermath of my breakup three years ago. Giving it 10/10 seems too kind, lmao.

What is your most prized possession? All of the souvenirs from Yoongi’s concert. My ticket, the envelope it came in, the freebie card (not quite a photocard, it simply has the D-DAY in Bangkok print on it), and even all the freebies I managed to get.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? Anthony Padilla. He just seems so warm and personable, plus I feel the mutual Filipino blood would help us bond over stuff a lot more hehe.

Do you like your natural hair color? It’s fine. It’s not like I would’ve had a choice; most full-blooded Filipinos get black hair anyway.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you start going gray? Probably at the start, but I like to think I’ll learn to embrace it later on.

Are you pale right now, or do you have a tan? I am naturally tan; I’m never pale and have no desire to be.

Do you think you look best with a tan? Not really the target audience for this question but I will say that I love how my skin looks right after a vacation at the beach. The extra level of tan-ness just looks so nice.

What is your favorite app on your phone? YouTube. I constantly have videos on all day as background noise, regardless if I’m actually watching them or not.

How old were you when you got your first smartphone? Smartphone, that would be when I was around 17 when my parents got me an iPhone 5s. Before that I was always the friend who didn’t have her own phone and needed to update my parents about my whereabouts through my other friends’ phones, hahaha.

Do you ever meditate on Scripture? You will never find me doing that ever.

Are you living a life you want to escape from? or do you love your life? It’s not that I want to escape it, though I do get the sense that I could be doing and experiencing a lot more. I strongly feel that part of it also falls on me to have to push myself to try new things. I can’t attract the life and luxuries I want if I do nothing to get closer to them.

When was the last time you felt that life was good? When I was on my two trips about a month ago.

Do you have one big mistake that you've made that you want to fix? Nope. I’ll learn from mistakes, but I wouldn’t go back and change things.

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on? I don’t think this is applicable to me.

Do you wear green on St. Patrick's Day? I don’t celebrate that.

Are you Irish at all? Nope.

Do you pray to God every day? I do not.

What are three things you are currently looking forward to doing soon? Picking up my copy of BTS’ memoir this Sunday; getting my quarterly OT pay next month; hearing Seven for the first time.

Do you ever dance in the rain? I don’t. I probably did when I was younger, but I never do it anymore.

Have you ever sat on a rooftop? So many times. We have a rooftop at home and I will stay there sometimes. I haven’t recently though because the weather has just been really unforgiving.

Who is that last good musician or band you discovered? I don’t really discover new music anymore as I spend most of my days in the K-pop realm lol. I will say though that I learned about The Japanese House’s newest album yesterday and spent some time last night listening to it, and in general it felt good to ‘come back’ to one of my favorite artists.

Do you like to watch talent shows like America's Got Talent and X Factor? I loved watching American Idol as a kid and a few years back I did have a phase where I was obsessed with golden buzzer compilation videos, but I don’t watch talent shows in general these days.

Have you ever tried avocado toast? Yes. It’s one of the very few fruit-y things I enjoy having.

Name three items on your wish list right now. A pair of AirPods Max, blackout curtains, enough money to rent a condo.

Are you more talented musically or artistically or neither? Writing counts as art, right? I’m artistic in that sense, I guess. It’s all I know how to do.

Are you better at English or math? English.

What were your best subjects in school? History, english, biology.

What was your favorite subject in school? History.

Have you ever visited a teacher at their home? No. That’s pretty weird to think about.

How many windows are in your bedroom? Two.

Who was your first roommate? Never had a roommate.

Who was your first best friend (besides a sibling)? Kaye, from kindergarten.

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? My brother and I look alike from a few angles. My sister and I look nothing alike I think, but we do sound very similar. We have the same expressions and ways of saying/enunciating them, too.

Name three women you know who have lost a child. One of my great-aunts; one of my aunts; I can’t think of anyone else.

Whose was the last funeral you attended or watched? Marisse’s dad. He was a good family friend who was close with my grandfather and spent a lot of time with him when they used to pick me and Marisse up from school.

What types of cancer are in your family, if any? There isn’t any, as far as I know.

Do you have big dreams for your future? I’d say I have a few big ones, yes.

Do you feel alone? It’s not feeling alone when I am perfectly fine and happy living life on my own. :)

What is this month's calendar picture? Jimin. Thanks for reminding me I need to tear out June from my calendar haha.

What is the theme of your wall calendar for this year? I’m using a BTS one; came as an inclusion from my OT7 photofolio.

Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I may have, but the memory doesn’t stick out.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 26.

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) Asian is not a nationality...anyway, I have been assumed as Chinese, which was definitely weird to hear as Southeast and East Asians are pretty distinct in appearance.

Have you ever had an outstanding library fine? Yes, I’m a heavyweight champion in library fines lmao. I’ve always been awful at returning books.

What book are you currently reading? I’m not reading anything at the moment but I do know I’m picking up a memoir this Sunday and I couldn’t be any more excited to start reading again.

Are you poor/broke right now? Nah. I’m starting to recover/save again after my last couple of trips which is just a huge weight off my shoulders hahaha.

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? I haven’t, fortunately.

What is the name of your youtube channel? It’s just my name.

How many subscribers do you have on youtube? 0. I just made an account so I can get Premium; I’ve never made a video.

Do you wish that life were more fair? Of course.

Who was your first kiss? Somebody I used to date.

Do you feel you have found your soulmate yet? No.

Are you single or in a relationship? Single.

If you're single, do you want to be, or do you wish you weren't? I’m happy being single and have no plans to date/be in a relationship. People always seem to be baffled when they hear that. Are we, like, not allowed to like being by ourselves? Lmao.

Ever collected shells at the beach? I’ve tinkered with them, but I’ve never stolen any.

Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? Carve, I guess. I haven’t done it before and it sounds more fun to do and also less wasteful.

Who are three of your favorite youtubers to watch? Mejiwoo, Smosh, GMM.

What year did you graduate high school? 2016.

What do you miss about high school? Nothing, really. The older I get, the more I realized how suffocating high school really was. Sure I was a kid, the room was wide open to be allowed to make mistakes and start over again, being a part of a clique was cool yadda yadda, but I was also in Catholic school. Everything about it sucked.

What do you miss about college? The freedom. Seeing your friends everyday. Getting to pick your classes and learning what you actually wanted to learn so studying didn’t feel like a chore.

What color was your first car? White.

Do you have a car now? Yes, the same one I’ve been using ever since I first started driving.

What color was the house you grew up in? It’s white with a red roof.

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? My childhood home has one floor.

What is your birth order in the family? I’m the eldest child.

What would your name be if you were the opposite gender? As far as I know they never thought about boy names because they waited till I came out to start thinking of what to name me.

What were you almost named? There was a toss-up between Ariel and a few variations of Katrina.

Does your bedroom have carpet? Nope.

Best camping experience? Never gone camping.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? Seoul, Marrakesh, New Delhi.

Do you get heartburn? For some reason, only whenever I get KFC’s Double Down HAHAHA.

What are three things you are known for in your town? Idk my city is kind of blah. Aesthetic cafés, I guess??? Also pilgrimages and our local rice cakes I guess.

What are three things you are known for on social media? Screaming about BTS 24/7. I don’t really do anything else.

What is your Instagram account name? No thanks.

Have you ever used Snapchat? Only in college.

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? Maybe for like a second, but it never materialized into a legit goal.

What show did you most want to be on as a kid? Hi-5. I wanted to be a part of that kiddie audience SO BAD.

First celebrity you were obsessed with? The entire cast of High School Musical.

First celebrity crush? Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale.

What was your first favorite stuffed animal? I was never a stuffed toy kind of kid.

What was something unique about you as a kid? You know how it’s a joke to tell people, “were you dropped as a kid?” my mom actually dropped me when I was a few months old. She had been in bed at the time, had me on her chest, then she fell asleep and probably rolled over, and obviously she woke up because I started shrieking and screaming and crying while on the floor.

Were you ever goth/emo?  Nah. When that was a thing among the people in my age group, I was heavily into wrestling and completely skipped out on the emo craze. I mean I liked Paramore, but I didn’t copy their style and I didn’t even have a phone that would’ve let me do the selfie angle that was popular back then lol.

Do you want any more piercings? I have no desire to get any more piercings beyond my earlobes.

How many tattoos do you have? None.

Do you want more tattoos? I wrestle with the idea every now and then but it always ends in me deciding I’m too scared of needles to even think of booking an appointment.

If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get? Seven dots in the order of BTS’ members’ mic colors.

Do you mostly write in cursive or print? Print.

Were you ever homeschooled? Nope.

Describe your dream wedding in five words. Big. I want it to be a goddamn party. If a wedding is in the cards for me I know I’ll want it to happen only once, so might as well go big or go home.

Pick three animals that you think resemble you, and why? Idk?

Are you unique? I’d say we all are.

Do you get called a free spirit? No.

What day of the week were you born on? Tuesday.

How are you feeling right now? A little tired but I’m trying to fight sleep as I wanna make the most out of my weekend. Also my shoulders are SO sore it’s bothering me so much right now ugh.

[kkusuka]

I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see."

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female! 

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics, 

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much 

Gojou Satoru 

Words: 700 

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill. 

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out. 

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser. 

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then. 

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year. 

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people. 

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness. 

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you. 

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips. 

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-” 

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming. 

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’. 

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!” 

Fushiguro Megumi 

Words: 700 

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago. 

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in. 

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused. 

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more. 

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses. 

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least. 

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist. 

You would figure it out in due time!

 ❍❍❍

You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel. 

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding. 

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved. 

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first. 

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster. 

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue. 

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!” 

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face. 

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too. 

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-” 

“Dear Lord, what did I get into” 

Itadori Yuji 

Words: 600 

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something. 

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him. 

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you. 

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed. 

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain. 

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile. 

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!” 

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die. 

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction. 

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back. 

But he didn't have a say anyway. 

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door. 

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes. 

“You look great-” 

“You look crazy beautiful-” 

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one. 

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car. 

“You are the worst two humans in existence.” 

[fallingsunflower]

Okay hello, I’m here to tell you my experience at Harry’s MSG 10/16 show (from a GA perspective). I tried to avoid going online and looking at too many asks so my opinion wasn’t influenced by anything.

I went with two friends and for the sake of this post I’ll call them B (who’s a big Harry fan) and C (who is still a big fan but isn’t too aware of anything going on with him).

We didn’t know the rules with lining up or camping out so after doing a little bit of research, we showed up at about 4 am and there were about 150 people in front of us. I think the first person in line got there around midnight or 1 am. There was a sharpie being passed around so we all numbered our hands so it would make it easier to keep track when getting our wristbands.

Around 7 am we got shifted across the street and that was a shit show. I have no clue who was directing that but it was poorly done and we all got out of order. We wound up awkwardly clumping together and a couple girls were trying to direct us to stay in order, which led to a group of other girls complaining that number order doesn’t matter (and that bothered me because they were about 50 people behind me so yeah it mattered lmao).

By some miracle we wound up getting in number order again, where we were supposed to be. MSG started handing out wristbands around 8 am when they technically said they’d wait until 9 am but I wasn’t complaining. My wristband number was also basically the same as the unofficial one on my hand, which was cool. There were a lot of people trying to cut the line and fake wristbands/their number.

My friends and I came back around 5 pm and although they advertised it as a lottery system, it wasn’t. They let us in in number order and we managed to get basically right behind barricade.

Jenny Lewis is absolutely adorable. I had never heard of her before but I loved her and thought she was great. She got emotional when we all put our flashlights on during one of her songs. It seemed like that's never happened to her before.

Harry came on about 25 minutes after her set ended, and to answer an ask I happened to see - yes, “Olivia” played twice during the pre-set playlist - once before Jenny came out and once after. But after she left it played immediately after “I’m Coming Out” so do with that info what you will. Also they played “Toxic” and “Stockholm Syndrome”.

Harry was pretty good. He’s pretty tall, especially in comparison to Jenny. She’s about 5 foot and he’s a solid head taller than her, at least. Also yes, he’s very pretty. I think I was most taken back by seeing his tattoos in person, idk why. And some of the pictures I took are clearer than my eyesight and I’m having trouble believing I took them lmfao

But although Harry is Harry is pretty in person, his band is BEAUTIFUL. Like deadass every single one of them was glowing. I’m obsessed with Elin and Sarah omg. Also Pauli. He was literally smiling the entire time. I was I was closer to them but they were on the other side of the stage. Mitch and Niji I couldn’t really see unless they were on the cat walk but 👀 I got some solid footage of them vibing (the pictures I’m sharing are screenshots from videos).

Overall I had a good time. I’m just like 99% sure the girl jammed up next to me had a fever because she was scolding hot (like physically warm lmao). It was like a furnace which made me warm. I’ll probably get covid tested in a couple days.

Harry’s energy was okay. Again, I’m not complaining. I had a good time but he seemed tired. There were a couple of songs where he looked like he was zoning out. He also messed up the lyrics to 2 or 3 songs. And the only time it was really obvious he got choked up, to me, was when he was making a speech (I think it was about how much he likes MSG but I’m not 100% sure). I’ll also watch some videos later and see if I notice anything else but yeah, that was the only time it was super obvious he was emotional last night. I thought he was going to break down.

He spent a long time thanking us for having his back and talked a lot about One Direction. He also assured us performing is his favorite thing to do. And he thanked Rob Stringer for allowing him to create the music he wants to create. Honestly? It didn’t really feel that forced to me. My friends agreed. Maybe rehearsed but I wouldn’t really say forced.

He didn't really interact with the crowd that much. My friend, C, saw him in concert in 2018 and said he was much more interactive but she thinks that's because he had less songs to play back then and was filling time. I'm not 100% sure if I agree with that but yeah, she said she was "disappointed" with his lack of interaction.

I will say that while although I agree, Harry's a great performer. He is way better live than in the studio. I'm not sure if it's the arrangements that are different or his vocals but I just prefer him as a live singer. "TPWK" was a ton of fun, and "SOTT" was beautiful (one of my favorite all time songs). "Kiwi" was also a good time, and yes MSG shook. There were several songs I thought the floor was going to collapse.

He didn't do the "what does it taste like" spiel before "WMS". He also sang "TBSL" which I was pleased about, and yes the "arrogant son of a bitch" part was screamed the loudest. A couple of the songs felt shortened tbh, but I think that was just me because things move quicker when you're having a good time.

Harry seemed to favor my side of the stage, which was by watermelon pit I believe. He stayed primarily in the general stage area and only came out on the cat walk a handful of times.

Before anyone asks, no I didn't see Olivia. I'm 99% sure she was on the opposite side of the stage. I also wasn't looking for her though but I heard some girls next to me talking about her while Harry was singing "Cherry" and they kept pointing towards where he was. And my friend, C, is a fan of Olivia's and isn't that deep into Harry's life but she thinks they're a stunt (she said it doesn't bother her though).

Overall it was a good time, however I will say this: Harry exudes this energy that took me back a little because it's different than I thought. I have no idea how to describe it but it was a bit off putting. He's very confident in how he moves but he does these movements that seem like he's also guarding himself. He seemed emotionally distant as well. I don't really know if maybe I was just in a different headspace or what the deal was but I'm a little taken back by how I felt watching him. It's not a bad thing because there's a million reasons why I could have felt that way but I thought I'd mention it. I'm seeing him on the 30th too so I'll give a rundown of that concert, too, for comparison.

Let me know if you have any questions in case I forgot anything!! <3

(he looked up in there for a decent while - this is a screenshot from a video I took)

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hey slug, thanks for the hard work you and your team do for the fandom!! me and some friends were discussing this and i thought it would be nice to see ur answer to this (only if it doesn't bother u, of course!!): what characters do you think parents would give a big thumbs up if you introduced them as your partner (in terms of personality and traits)? I personally think Hifumi or Ichiro would be the best son-in-law...

What an entertaining question. Believe it or not, I’ve given the matter some thought before for reasons entirely unrelated to this, so presenting: Hypnosis Microphone Men and Whether or Not You Should Bring Them Home to Your Parents.

Since there’s a wide age range among the cast members, assume that the “you” in question is roughly each character’s age.

Ichirou: Absolutely. This man is objectively a dream boat. Runs his own successful business? Check. Respectful to people of all ages? Check. Cooks? Check. Cleans? Check. Good with kids? Check. Take Ichirou and marry him before your parents marry him themselves.

Jirou: As far as high school boyfriends go, Jirou’s not a bad choice. He’s a sweetheart, popular, plays music. Doesn’t do drugs in the school bathroom. Could have better grades, but hey, you can’t win them all. He seems like he’d have you home by 8 pm. You know what? Sure. Why not? You could do worse.

Saburou: Saburou is the kind of middle school boyfriend that your parents openly like and privately dislike. What I mean is that he’s very polite to most elders and super smart, so he’s the kind of kid who is entirely unobjectionable, but he’s also the kind of kid who would try to mansplain your parents’ jobs to them. Worst of all, he would be entirely correct in what he’s saying. Your parents probably want to punch him, but they don’t because assaulting children is illegal, not to mention immoral. They will breathe a collective sigh of relief when he finally breaks up with you so he can focus on studying for the Science Bowl nationals.

Samatoki: I am so torn on this one. On the one hand, he’s every parent’s worst nightmare. He smokes indoors, has an awful temper, and is a fucking gangster, for pete’s sake. Yet he can also be a sweetheart who cooks for you and does everything to treat you right. I’m really stumped. Probably the best solution, if you’re really wanting to get in on that Aohitsugi ass, is to cut out the middle man and date Nemu instead. She is perfect in every way, so your parents will love her.

Juuto: If your parents watch Antiques Roadshow, then he will have a lot to bond with them about. Otherwise I think he’d be that kind of person who tells stories about himself way too loudly at family dinners, and after he leaves, one of your parents pulls you aside to say, “Your boyfriend’s really kind of an asshole, don’t you think?” I guess date him if you’re okay with your parents thinking you have cruddy taste.

Riou: I feel like the hard part here is luring him out of the woods and into a family dinner, but from there, it should go great. He’s over 6 feet tall. He can cook well. He has a strong sense of purpose and knows what he wants to do in life. Most importantly, he has a wonderful heart AND every survival skill known to man. He will change the oil in your parents’ car, fix the leaky pipe you’ve been meaning to get around to for six months now, clean the hood above the stove, and then swap recipes and heartfelt compliments with whichever parent does the cooking. Who cares if he doesn’t have a stable income? You don’t need that with guns like those. (insert flexing Riou image here)

Ramuda: I’m trying to think about the concept of a) dating Ramuda and b) introducing him to a set of parents, and I’m drawing an utter blank. There is nothing but “???” in my mind. I’m going to hazard a guess that this one would be a terrible idea.

Gentarou: Wow, your parents had no idea you were dating a prince of a tiny little kingdom in the Mediterranean AND a Harvard law graduate AND the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize AND the man who discovered a cure for cancer in an expedition deep into the heart of the Amazon rain forest. Look at you! What a catch. Only attempt this if your parents are gullible.

Dice: As much as I love Dice to death, this one is a no. Your parents do not want you dating a homeless man with a gambling addiction and bad table manners. Plus, the MIL here seems hard to get along with. Nuh-uh.

Jakurai: Absolutely. You’re in your 30s, so your parents are at least middle-aged. Probably they have some joint problems or some back pain. Jakurai can let them kiss that pain goodbye, and in return, they can let him kiss you! A win-win. He also boasts a handsome salary, has a lovely house, and seems like he’d be super respectful in a relationship. Yes. Go. Marry him.

Hifumi: If you’re a girl, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out. If you’re a guy or nonbinary... yeah, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out too. See, if you have a mom, how is Hifumi supposed to meet her? I guess you could... idk... stick a lampshade on her head and expect him not to notice. That could potentially work, but it’d raise a few awkward questions. If you do happen to live in a female-free household, though, you’ve hit upon the golden opportunity to make this man yours. You can replace every instance of the word “wife” in Judy Brady Syfer’s famous essay “I Want a Wife” with the word “Hifumi” and still have it make perfect sense, and it shows.

Doppo: I can’t in good conscience recommend this one. Sure, he’s hardworking and certainly polite enough, but does he have the time to respond to your emotional needs? Hell, does he have the time to respond to his own? If you invited him to family dinner, there’s a good chance that he’d need to work overtime and miss it. He’d apologize and buy you flowers to make up for it, but you know he’d also be worrying about the cost of those flowers, so... is it really worth it?

Kuukou: For some reason, my parents actually like Kuukou (although I think he’s also the only character they know besides Ichijiku), but I don’t think this would hold true for most parents. He sounds good on paper, but he’d probably make a disparaging comment about someone’s ass in the first five minutes. Perhaps if you tape his mouth shut and tell your parents he’s doing a vow of silence, then yes.

Juushi: As far as high school (is he still in high school?) boyfriends go, Juushi’s not that bad either. He’s shy but sweet. Respectful. In a band, but the kind that makes money and doesn’t operate out of someone’s garage. Yeah, you know what? Go for it. You could do worse. Just scroll up on this list if you need proof of that.

Hitoya: Yeah, absolutely. Hitoya has a great career and a fantastic attitude. He doesn’t take shit from anyone but can still be polite in the correct contexts. He also seems like the type who would get into a serious relationship and treat his partner right. Fuck it up. I support your love.

Sasara: Yes. He has the exact type of humor favored by parents of the father variety. Plus, he’s a famous comedian. There is good money to be had right there.

Roshou: Absolutely. Rather shy but very talented, hardworking teacher who obviously puts his heart and soul into his job? Of course. As long as he doesn’t death glare your parents, it will work out fantastically. Plus, he can talk about sports! That’s a thing that parents like, right?

Rei: Absolutely not. You remember last May when your parents answered a call from the IRS telling them they were about to lose all their money unless they gave the nice man on the phone their bank account password right at that very instant? He was the nice man on the phone. Why the hell would you bring this threat into your parents’ home? Look, you’re in your mid-40s. Your parents are getting up in years, and they want to see you settle down and be happy with someone. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is not it. Why are you with Rei in the first place? Is it the fur coat? Listen, you are a grown-ass adult, and you can buy yourself as many fur coats as you want. I believe in you. It doesn’t have to be this way - you deserve better.

[minizode]

[3:38 pm]

“When was the last time you smiled?” Jake’s words caught you off guard. 

“… maybe yesterday?” 

He shook his head. It was definitely longer than that, and he knows it. You know it too, deep down, but you would never admit it to his face. He was always happy, always smiling, always making sure everyone around him was okay. How could you openly admit the fact that you weren’t happy? You didn’t even know why you were sad.

“When was the last time you cried?” an odd question, even for him.

You thought about it for a second. “I haven’t cried in a while. It’s too much effort.”

“Are you okay?” Jake asked. He wanted you to tell the truth.

“I don’t know,” you replied, turning your head away from him to look out at the busy road. You were waiting for the bus. “I’m just tired. School is too much right now, there’s a lot going on in my personal life too. I don’t really care about doing anything anymore.”

There you go again, opening up to Jake. Why were you doing this? You weren’t even friends. If anything, just mere acquaintances. You didn’t even have a class together. Sure you had mutual friends, but that didn’t mean anything when the two of you had barely shared a conversation before. He was just easy to talk to, a quiet boy who was always happy. At least he seemed that way. Maybe he was like how you were before; always putting on that mask of a smile so no one could tell how you really felt. Maybe one day he would become like you now, growing tired of everything. But you shouldn’t be making assumptions about anyone.

Jake frowned. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I doubt it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Clearly, this conversation was going nowhere. An awkward silence fluttered between you. “Hey wait,” you turned your head to him. “Don’t you usually get on the bus with Jay and Sunghoon?”

Jake touched the shell of his ear. It was pink, probably due to the cold. “Umm yeah. I do.”

“Why didn’t you get on the bus with them?”

He hesitated. “Uhh… I just wanted to talk to you. You know, make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really nice,” you stated.

“Is it?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” Jake said awkwardly. Why was he so nice? It didn’t make sense. You never did anything to help him, never even talked to him. Why did he feel the need to wait with you for the bus, and miss his own? 

Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your uniform skirt. “So… how are you going to get home then?”

His eyes were watching your hands. “I’ll just wait for the next bus. Your hands look cold, do you have gloves?”

Your eyes flicker back and forth between his face and his hands, which were on his knees. He looked like he was going to move them, but they rested tensely on the polyester of his navy blue pants. 

“Jake,” you started. “Are you okay? Is something going on?” he wouldn’t even look you in the eyes. What was going on?

“Can I kiss you, y/n?”

“What?” you sat there, staring at each other. You felt the itching need to laugh out of disbelief, so, you did. “You’re joking, right?” you began to laugh louder. “That was all to make me laugh, huh. You’re funny, Jake. Thank you,” you brought your hands up to your face to cover your mouth. 

Jake sat there, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. “I wasn’t joking.”

Your laughter stopped and the smile slowly dripped off your face. “You… weren’t joking?” you turned your body to face him. He shook his head. “Wait…” you trailed off. “Is the reason you stayed here… so you could confess to me? I’m sorry if I sound like I have an incredibly inflated ego right now I’m just so confused.”

Jake shook his head. “No, confessing wasn’t part of the plan. I really did want to stay back and check on you, the kiss part just kinda came out of nowhere.”

“So you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! No that’s not what I’m saying!” he replied quickly. “I just mean that I only came here to make sure you were okay, but I kinda got super like, antsy or whatever, and I wanted to kiss you and-” he cut himself off. “I really like you, y/n. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I know we aren’t super close or anything, but you’re really pretty and you talk in the best way and you are always so nice and you care about your friends! I like you; you that I’ve seen whenever we’re at lunch, or at an assembly, or whenever you show up to debate club with donuts for everyone when you aren’t even in the club!” He stopped and took your hands in his own. “And you’re just a really cool person, and I really want to get to know you better. It makes me really sad seeing you down because you don’t deserve to feel that way. Any negative emotion shouldn’t even make it’s way inside of you because you’re the best, and you deserve the best. So… yeah. I really like you. And I really want to kiss you. And take you out on dates to go bowling, or get food, or go to the bookstore and just spend time with you in any way I can. So I guess this is me asking you out on a date… maybe now’s not the best time but I needed to tell you before I exploded.”

You sat there in awe. You had no idea, literally NO IDEA, that he had ever liked you. You didn’t even think he paid attention to you. And why did he like you so much? All those things he listed were just normal things. You were you, normal, plain, you. There was nothing special. No little talent, no extra beauty. But part of you wanted to spend more time with him. Not because he thought the world of you, no. But because he was… kind of the best person you had ever met. You were always just too scared to get close to him. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m saying yes just because you like me,” you stated. “But, you’re really cool too. I’m not that good with words, and I haven’t fully processed my emotions yet. But…” you paused, gathering your thoughts. This would be okay, right? “Maybe we can try things out? And see how it goes?”

Jake squeezed your hands a little tighter and let out a sigh of relief. “Yes, of course we can! You can back out at any time, no hard feelings.”

You smiled, for the first time in a long time. A real, genuine smile. 

“So… what should we do first?”

[luvelyhs]

one last time part 2

IM BACK! thought i’d celebrate with finally uploading one last time part 2! also..i physically couldn’t write this without putting some angst in there i apologize but there is a happy ending because it’s what y/n DESERVES! 

you can read ONE LAST TIME PART ONE here!

Warnings: lack of communication lol, angst, smut, happy ending

~~~~~~~~~~

They hadn’t woken up with Harry still in bed in a long time, Y/N had missed it. A lot.

His head lay on the pillow, face smushed into it. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, she loved him.

But if they were gonna be distant with each other, what was the point of marriage? It was a heartbreaking thought that their love wasn’t strong enough to withstand not even two years before it was over.

She carefully lifted her hand, tracing her fingertips over his forehead, down the side of his face, and lightly running her fingers over his pouty lips. He twitched a little and it made her heart jump. She didn’t want him to wake up yet, didn’t want him to realize what was happening and then leave. No, she wanted him here, right here. For as long as she could have him. Because right now, he was still her husband. He was still the husband that loved her and wanted to spend time with her. Not the husband who didn’t really act like one anymore, the one always avoiding her at all costs. And it hurt, it hurt like a bitch to think that the man who she loved with her entire mind body and soul might not even love her anymore.

She admired him, she didn’t know for how long. All she knew was that the sky was dark when she woke, to it now shining bright in the sky, the birds outside chirping noisily into the air.

It started with his eye twitching, his breathing changed, his eyes peeked open, then closing again once the light hit them. He groaned out, raising his arm to cover his eyes.

Y/N couldn’t stop watching him, she should feel like a creep but this was her husband. For now, at least. The thought made her frown.

He recovered, uncovering his eyes and peering at her. She watched as his eyes widened a bit at the sight of her, and her heart broke a little.

“Shit, what time is it?” Y/N gulped and looked at her bedside table to where the alarm clock is, reading 9:53 am and reciting it back to him.

“Fuck, I was s’posed to be at the studio at 9. Jeff’s gonna kill me.” Y/N stayed silent as he quickly got off the bed, running to their shared closet and changing quickly, then running to their bathroom and closing it.

Y/N didn’t even notice the tear slipping down her face until it landed on her lips. She quickly wiped it and decided to get up as well, making their bed where they had made love for the last time last night.

She had to call up a divorce lawyer, schedule a meeting. File for a divorce, draft up the divorce papers. Gather herself and her emotions. Text her best friend for emotional support. This was all a new experience for her, and she was scared as hell. The last thing she wanted to do was end their marriage, but if he wasn’t happy, then she wasn’t happy either.

The bathroom door opened and he was looking around the room for something.

“Y/N have you seen my keys?”

“Have you checked the pants you were wearing yesterday?” She remembered unbuttoning those pants, pulling them down and having her way with him. This was getting too much for her.

“Ah, thanks, love.” Y/N sighed, placing the throw pillows in the right places and checking her phone for messages.

“I’ll be at the studio late tonight. Don’t wait up.” And then he was off, like yesterday never happened. And when she heard the front door slam shut she let the tears loose. She sobbed and sobbed into the throw pillow she just placed down, crying hard at the thought of losing him.

Still crying, she called her best friend to come over. Her best friend was shocked and scared that she was full on sobbing at 10 am, but she was too worried to question her. She raced to Y/N’s and Harry’s home, using her spare key to get in. Her heart broke at the mess Y/N was in. She knew about her and Harry’s distance but it never got this bad for Y/N.

“Can you find me a divorce lawyer?”

~~~

Vera Thomson was a top notch divorce attorney. Y/N’s best friend knew of her from her sister who had divorced her ex husband, and Vera made the process super easy for her.

Y/N tried to compose herself when her best friend was on the phone with Vera, but she broke again when she heard that she was free at 1 pm to discuss the details. Y/N didn’t want to meet up with her this soon, she didn’t want her marriage to end with the love of her life this soon. She kind of hoped for a delay in it, that it wouldn’t be this fucking easy.

“I-I can’t do this!” Her best friend sighed and wrapped her arms around Y/N, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

Between Y/N’s loud cries and the shushes from her best friend, they both didn’t hear the front door opening and closing. They also didn’t hear the footsteps climbing up the stairs and stopping outside their bedroom door.

“P-please, this can’t just be it!”

“Shh, Y/N, it’s alright. It will be okay. I’m here for you, we’re all here for you.”

Outside their open bedroom door, Harry stood in utter confusion at hearing Y/N’s cries. He wanted to go in but somewhere in his mind he knew he was a reason for her tears. It broke Harry apart each heart wrenching sob she let out. He wanted to go in and comfort his love, but for some reason he couldn’t move his feet.

When Y/N composed herself to utter a few sentences, Harry’s entire world stopped. He almost fell to his knees at her words.

“Do you really think divorce is the best option? S-should I at least wait a few more days until meeting with her? Or, or should I just get it over with today? How long does divorce papers take to draft? I’m so scared, I don’t wanna do it.”

She wanted a divorce? She was meeting with a divorce lawyer to draft the papers? He didn’t want what he was hearing to be true, they were okay.. Weren’t they? Yeah, he’s been super busy writing his next album, but she had to know she was the most important thing to him, right? He loved her with all of his heart, he never wanted her to feel like this, to the point of heartbreak and tears. He vowed to always make her feel special, and to always be there for her and to always spend time with her. Was he really the one making her feel like this?

Sure, he’d been coming home later than usual, spending long hours everywhere he got an ounce of inspiration for a new song. He’d be at the studio perfecting one song, then starting the next. But he didn’t know she felt this way. Was she that unhappy?

Holy fuck- he suddenly remembered her words from yesterday. “One last time, H. Please.”

“She’s a popular attorney, Y/N. I don’t know when the next meeting will be, you’re lucky she had room for you today.”

Y/N scoffed. She was lucky? She didn’t think she was lucky that she was getting divorced to her husband.

“Sorry, bad choice of words. Look, if you’re having second thoughts, I can cancel for you. Take all the time you need, you don’t have to rush, Y/N. This is a big decision, and maybe you should talk to him first? Maybe this doesn’t have to be an option? Maybe marriage counseling..?”

“No..” Y/N shook her head in disagreement.

“Marriages shouldn’t need counseling. If we were meant to last together, we don’t need counseling to dig into why we are unhappy in this marriage. Besides, this is for him. He’s the one unhappy, and if he’s unhappy, I am.”

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He entered the room, both Y/N and her best friends heads looking up and eyes wide and frozen at the sight of him.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? You think I’m unhappy in this marriage?”

“Harry-“ Y/N started cautiously, not knowing how much he heard but he would of had to hear her last sentences if he was reacting like this.

“No, Y/N! I love you so fucking much, and to think I was ever unhappy in this relationship is utter bullshit.”

He was so worked up, so emotional, he was pacing the room trying to form words to explain his thoughts. His thoughts that were running wild, he was scared. He was scared that he would lose her, lose his precious Y/N. His darling who meant the whole universe and more to him.

He was mad also. Mad that she ever thought he was unhappy. Mad at himself for making her think he was unhappy. Mad at the both of them for not communicating their feelings properly. Mad that she would’ve given up this easily.

“H.. please. We both know you’re unhappy in this marriage. Is this not what you want?” Y/N saw the tears running down his face and she blanched, feeling awful for making him cry. She honestly thought she was doing the right thing, but maybe it was the fear. The fear that he no longer wanted her, that he had the ability to find prettier women. She was insecure, but fuck how can she not be? Her conflicting emotions must’ve shown in her face before her best friend rubbed her back and told her she was going to go.

Y/N nodded absentmindedly while staring at Harry. She made the decision to carefully approach him, what she wasn’t expecting was for him to fall to his knees before her.

“Don’t leave me, baby, please don’t leave me.” He cried out, Y/N’s heart wrenching in pain at the sight.

“I’m not, H. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She fell to her knees with him, hugging his body close to her, so tight but she didn’t care. She sighed in relief.

He pulled back. “I- I remember you saying ‘one last time’ last night.. I thought nothing of it, but you were planning to leave me last night?” Y/N felt she was on an emotional roller coaster. She realized how wrong she had been in not communicating with him before taking a big step, calling a divorce lawyer. She should have talked to him about her feelings. Communication is key. They both knew that, so why had they both been quiet?

“I never want you to leave me, baby, never. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything. W-were supposed to start a family, grow old together, baby, tell me why you wanted to divorce me? Please?” They were both full on sobbing at this point. Y/N paused for a few seconds to think of her words.

“I never want to leave you, never want you to go either. We’ll be okay, H, okay?” Y/N cradled his face with her hands and traced his cheekbone, pressing warm kisses all around his face, and wiped away his tears.

“I’m sorry for assuming, I was just scared it was true, that you didn’t want me anymore.” She whispered. Harry’s face showed love and compassion as he kissed her lips, shoving into it warmth and passion and love and care.

“I need you, baby.” Harry murmurs against her lips, the kiss soon turning passionate and taking them to another level.

“Mmm, then have me.” Sexual intimacy was a big part of one’s relationship, and thank God their’s was out of this world. He worshipped her body and in return she worshipped his, they knew each other’s likes and dislikes and was not afraid to push one’s boundaries a little bit further. They were comfortable with each other, but in a good way that there were still more things to learn.

Her words ignited a spark in him—show her she’s the only one for you, show her you’ll never leave her— and that’s what he intended to do. Harry slowly brought them up, gripping her waist and pulled her up, bringing her body to the bed and depositing her there.

Eyes alight with excitement and lust, he prowled toward her.

“I can’t take it slow baby.” Harry heard her words but didn’t pay them no mind. He wanted to bring her to new heights that she hadn’t felt before with him.

Y/N tried to undress him but he pushed his hoodie back down and pinned her wrists to the bed. “Lay back and relax, baby, this is all about you.” Y/N gulped at the fire in his eyes and nodded, laying back and letting him take over.

He traced her body with his hands, not letting a single surface go untouched, he pulled her sleep shirt off, marveling at the sight of her perky breasts and hard nipples. She gasped when he blew hot air onto her left one, not touching it. He did the same to her right.

“No teasing me, H.” He again didn’t reply but finally wrapped his lips around her nipple, she moaned and gripped his hair, bringing him closer to her. He switched to the other and swirled his tongue over it, sucking and playfully biting.

He pressed a trail of kisses down her body, stopping at the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Even in just nighties, you look divine.” Y/N blushed at his compliment and bashfully looked away.

The tug on her waistband prompted her to lift up her hips, Harry pulling them down and then she was just in her underwear.

He blew out a breath and bit his lip.

“God, I fucking love you.” She mumbled the words back and he looked up into her eyes and smiled. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you were second choice. You’ll always come first, always. Please talk to me if you ever have doubts.” She nodded sniffling as she felt tears well up in her eyes again.

“Promise.” Y/N whispered, and he grinned, wiping a tear away and then started kissing around her thighs, sucking on the skin.

After what seemed like forever, he pulled her underwear off, immediately licking up a stripe up her vagina.

“Oh!” She sat up, gripping his head as he swirled his tongue over her clit and devoured her like no tomorrow.

“Ah! Ah, shit, Harry!” She yelled out, lost in the invigorating pleasure he brought upon her body.

He got up, withdrawing from her body. She started to protest but he laid down beside her on their big bed.

“Sit on my face.” Wasting no time, she came over on top of him and slowly sat, feeling his tongue enter her in and out and all around. He sucked and nipped and kissed, she saw stars.

He knew her body so well, but no matter how many times she’s come on his face, he made her feel so special.

“So fucking wet, come all over my face baby.” He said into his pussy, and she gripped the bed sheets as she came, riding out her high and smashing his face in between her legs.

She gasped, nothing really coming out except a squeak. Her ears felt numb and as she was coming down from her high, she looked down.

The bed sheets were wet around his face and she sat up a bit, seeing how his face was dripping with liquid.

She gasped again in disbelief. “No!” Harry laughed brightly, excited about what just happened.

“Yes!” She had squirted all over him but she didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed.

“You did so good for me, lovie.”

“Can I undress you now?”

“You can do whatever you want, I’m yours to do as you please.” She loved to hear those words coming out of his mouth. She quickly tugged off his work Columbia hoodie, tugging up his shirt in the process, then taking off his white pants and socks, leaving him in his boxers.

His length was fully hard underneath the fabric, so large and she wanted him so bad. Last night felt like forever ago even though it was only hours ago.

“I love your dick, baby.” Y/N said, bringing his hand into his underwear and wrapping a warm fist around his hardness.

He jolted at the contact and moaned at the squeeze of her palm.

She tugged off his boxers to his knees, not having the patience to give him a handie or blowie, she needed him in her now.

She positioned herself above him and made eye contact with him while slowly sinking down onto him. They both moaned at the feeling. It was different than last night. It had a different vibe, it was off, but right now they were better, and it felt so good.

She bounced on him, watching his face until her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He brought her down to hold her as he took control for a minute and fucked up into her. She took it, a loud moaning mess above her husband.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, mmm...” He gave her ass a firm slap, rubbing it after to soothe. She squeezed around him at the feeling, and it prompted Harry’s release.

“Shit— baby, I��m coming.” She flipped them around, knowing he likes it best when he is fucking into her and taking control when he comes. He pistons his hips a few times and then brings his thumb to his mouth quickly, wetting it with his saliva then bringing it down to her mound, rubbing it in circles. That brought her up and over the edge and she screamed and they moaned and came together.

He stays within her a few minutes. Watching her relaxed face. They caught their breaths, and finally pulled out, watching the cum drip from her gorgeous pussy.

“Baby Styles?” He grins down at her, coming to lay beside her and pulled her in so close they could hear the other’s heart beat.

She shrugs in his warm grasp, enjoying the idea of starting their family.

“Maybe..”

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. She sighed happily, in her post orgasmic bliss, but also because of the man laying beside her, her husband.

“I love you..” They laid together, enjoying themselves in each other’s presence.

It wasn’t one last time, after all.

THE END.

[yeaimfishboi]

Mafia! Stray Kids Reaction When You Want Attention

Anon Requested: hi! could i request a straykids mafia au where the gf wants their love and attention? ty

A/N: Absolutely! I hope this is okay! I haven’t done anything for the mafia universes in so long but I had fun! Special thanks to my gf @mafia-nct for all her help. Ily Lyly.(This takes place within the Mafia Universe! So if you would like some context please read here!)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Injuries, Seungmin’s is a lil smutty 🙈 not enough to be +18 tho

Chan:

$80,000 down the drain. All because you and your dumb ass biffed it and broke your leg chasing after your bounty. Eventually letting him get away. You were pissed, anxious, angry, upset, in pain and all the overwhelming emotions took over your brain as you started to sob into your ratty jacket, still bloody from the scrapes you had gotten.

Chan has figured something was off, and found his way to your apartment only to see you in the fetal position on the floor in a cast. You were covered in bruises and cuts. And all you could do was look up at him with tears in your eyes. He knew immediately what you wanted and he picked you up, and put you in bed to cuddle. Not before putting you in comfortable clothes and cleaning you up.

Minho:

You were miserable. Minho would barely utter two words toward you after the wedding, you somehow managed to infuriate Changbin, and Seungmin would not stop pestering you with questions about your marriage. You were an outcast in what was supposed to be your own home. The only person you could trust was Changbin’s girlfriend, and she was out of town on some trip. So here you were, alone, wallowing in your own misery. Just wanting a fucking hug.

“Would you stop being so pathetic?” You heard your so called husband call out. It wasn’t difficult to recognize him, the aura of distaste had washed over the room after his words. All you did was huff at him, rolling your eyes. All you wanted was a hug, and this is the shit he pulls? But between your angry thoughts aimed at him, he somehow managed to snake his arms around your waist, allowing you to nuzzle into him. “Just this once,” he muttered, picking you up and placing you on the bed.

Changbin:

(Another ruby gif, I’m gonna off myself. But ily rubs)

The boys had been teasing him for months about how whipped he was for you. Any time you were around him, the boys would giggle and call him a simp. He did anything you asked and gave you anything you wanted. He was soft for you, not that he would admit it. However, he was tired of the boys and their incessant teasing, so he decided to take a stand. At least that’s what he decided it was.

You were tired and missed his touch. All you wanted was to go to sleep in your boyfriends arms but he wasn’t there. You knew he would be in the training room, but he’s usually done and in bed by 10 pm. It was midnight. Pissed, you high tailed it down to him, demanding he get his ass in bed. Seungmin was there having the time of his life waiting for Changbin to follow after you. However, Changbin said no, or at least he tried. One glare from you had him dragging his body over to you before giving you a hug in apology.

Hyunjin:

(May not have anything to do with the reaction but this hair is superior and this gif is absolutely fucking amazing omg)

Are you sure he wasn’t the one asking you for attention? He’s like glued at your side. He’s such a big baby, how the hell he was in one of the most prominent groups was beyond you.

However, this time it was you that wanted attention. You had no clue why he was upset, other than the fact that he had been on a mission for a while and came back super snippy. Not only with the boys, but with you as well. He even refused to share a bed with you. You would’ve have been pissed at him in return but you hadn’t seen or heard from him in over a month. You just wanted a fucking hug. Coming up with a plan to get said was harder than you thought, but genius eventually struck. You stole his blanket off him while he was sleeping. He immediately shot up and ran after you to try and get it. By the time you had reached your room you had basically tackled him to the floor. “You’re sleeping here tonight, with me. I don’t know why you’re so mad, but I just want to cuddle you.” You sighed before kissing the tip of his nose. Hyunjin softened and pulled you closer to him, muttering how much he missed you between kisses.

Jisung:

(Me realizing this is Ruby’s gif at 2:30 in the morning 🤦🏻‍♀️)

You two had gotten into a very large fight, Jisung was being insecure and a little too possessive. He had gotten angry over the fact that you chose to do recon with Jeongin rather than him, and he just kind of exploded. Lots of insults were thrown back and forth until Jisung just stormed off. You waited almost six hours for him to return home, but sleep overcame you and you ended up passed out face first on top of the bed.

Jisung had come home reeling over how he was going to apologize to you this time. However, his plans were thwarted as he saw you fast asleep on their bed. He carefully put you under the covers, but that also didn’t go as he planned, as you woke up you mumbled “I’m glad you’re home,” before turning to pull him down to cuddle you. “Aren’t you mad at me, baby? I was such a dick to you,” he sighed, a stray tear escaping his eye. “We can talk about the fight all we want tomorrow, but tonight I just want you to hold me.” You kissed him before pulling yourself further into his embrace. “I’m glad you’re alive,” you sighed letting sleep overtake you once more.

Felix:

He’s a protective ass boyfriend. Could you blame him for getting upset when you were crying asking for a hug? His immediate instinct whenever he sees you hurting is to punch a hole in someone’s face. The only thing he hates more than failing at a mission is seeing you upset. You are his happiness and when you are less than such (happy) it hurts him. You tried explaining that you were having a hard day and just needed him to hold you. That it was just random thing, not caused by anyone. Felix, however, begged to differ. He was sure someone did something to you and you weren’t telling him. He kept pestering you with questions, his tone getting louder and more aggressive with each one. You weren’t giving him any answers, and he decided to figure it out himself.

He opened the door out of the room and you broke, shaking and sobbing to yourself. “Would you just fucking hold me please?” You cried out. Seeing the look in your eyes, he calmed down almost immediately. So that’s what he did, he held you. For hours. Not even bothering to move to make sure you were the most comfortable, forsaking his own.

Seungmin:

You had been trying for days to get his attention. Any time your asked for a hug or to cuddle he shot you down immediately. You even tried giving him a back hug and he shook you off, borderline growling at you. Nobody knew why he was giving you the silent treatment.

After a while you got tired of his childish behavior: he eye rolls, scoffs, the awkward silence. So you stopped trying. What was the point in asking for attention from someone who is refusing to give it to you. Hyunjin felt bad. So he gave you hugs on occasion, or ruffled your hair, he even let you rest your head on his shoulder while you and the boys were watching a movie. Seungmin did not like that last one, and he dragged you to your room before pinning you in between the door and him. Smothering you in kisses muttering how you were finally gonna get what you wanted. And boy did you want it.

Jeongin:

You didn’t know what he was doing besides the fact you knew he wasn’t on a mission. He was supposed to get home last night and you hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe because you were asleep, but you checked every inch of the base when you woke up for him. You had gone weeks without seeing him and you missed him terribly. You two weren’t the biggest on affection and things but you were craving just one hug from this boy.After searching everywhere and asking everyone about him, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

To Innie💖: ‘If you don’t come home in 15 minutes, you’re sleeping in the training room for a month!’

Poor baby had no clue what was going on. He thought you were angry with him. He had just gone on a walk, and forgot to tell you. He was sure he was in so much trouble with you. He ran home at the speed of lightning, and upon him entering the threshold of your room? He was tackled as you attached yourself into him. It took a little bit but it clicked for him that you had just really missed him and wanted to be with him.

[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

[sneezefiction]

making up for lost time

Daichi x fem!Reader - Scenario

@miss-rin​‘s request: “Where Daichi reunites with the reader several years after highschool... She’s messed up from her last relationship, but wants to try again.... With a fluffy ending though, please!!”

a/n: eeee this was really therapeutic to write. i know it’s a little on the longer side of things i usually post, but i wanted to set it up well. enjoy some angst to fluff Daichi content bb <33333

warnings: break ups, cheating, low self esteem, slight language, general angst

wc: 3350

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It’s strange. Staring at your textbook, your fingers brushing against its textured, thin pages, you hadn’t noticed the tiny droplets forming on the sheets below. Only when you recognized its salty taste did you realize you were the source. You lean back, using the table to tilt your chair onto its back legs, balancing there for a minute to keep your tears from staining anything else on the desk.

With all the mentions of bonds and fusions, somehow chemistry homework has brought you back into the reality of your current life crisis. 

It’s not like you hadn’t expected tears, but did they have to overtake every aspect of your life? 

In public. Walking through the park. At 4 in the morning.

It was cruel, really. 

That even after a year of complete distance, everything insisted on reminding you of him.

---

Your ex was supposed to be a one night stand. A ploy to get over a deeply established crush. You were running from young, uncertain love, pushing it down, and drowning it all in heavy doses of pleasure. But weekend-after-weekend, your interactions with this mystery hookup turned into regular flings.

From there, you allowed something deeper to develop.

You started sharing with him.

Lying on the bed, limbs entangled, panting subsided. You released small thoughts and simple secrets into the dark of the night. Maybe he would capture those words, pondering them, making a space for them in his mind. Maybe he would let them drift by, like white noise and formless background music. 

But it didn’t matter. You spoke anyway.

Nights passed and you would let out more gentle, whispering comments. Insecurities, dreams, stories. 

And at some point, he started responding. Listening. Mulling over your words. Whether you meant for it to happen or not, things grew personal. He became your stand-in security blanket, pulling you in and showing you his own little world. You didn’t care if it was fabricated and make-believe.

Because for the first time, it seemed like someone reciprocated your words and actions. You were no longer relying on past passions and feelings because you were so busy drowning in the touch of a stranger. He gave you endless chances to let go of your greatest love and high school infatuation. And you took each one.

You pushed yourself to like him. You asked him to be exclusive. He agreed.

Because his touches were soothing. The way his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you into his chest and whispering dirty, sugar-coated words into your ears. It made you feel wanted. Needed. Like maybe this could be the one. Like maybe you didn’t need the brown-eyed boy from so long ago.

Yes, your ex’s hold on you was physically tight…

But his intentions were loose and undefined. Eerily disconnected from the reality you had pictured yourself in.

In the back of your mind, you knew something was off. The puzzle pieces that tied your interactions together were either damaged or missing. Information and stories didn’t match up.

At some point, he started coming home wearing the scent of sex and perfume. Fragrances that didn’t belong to you. All of the staying out late and leaving the bed early... He was clearly cheating on you. 

But ignorance is bliss... and you were swimming in it.

You now realize he only told you what you wanted to hear. Little, white lies iced with sweet, generous promises.

What did you expect? That he actually needed you? Why would this stand-in boyfriend be any different?

Finding him on top of a girl in your bedroom should’ve cut you deeper. It should have left you with your knees collapsed and your fingers painfully digging into the carpet. You could have screamed and cried, kicked something, at least outwardly shown your pain.

Yet all that came over you was a dizzying numbness. So you shut the door, closing yourself off to their shocked expressions. Cutting yourself off from another failed love attempt. A worthless endeavor.

---

You’re still fighting a losing battle against hot, streaming tears in the library.

You wish the tears stemmed from the breakup. It would be a logical justification for your pain. Yes, it would be easier to cry over something present… or at least something sensible.

But fate is fickle and so are your emotions. Fragile and nostalgic.

Because you aren’t choking on sobs in the campus library over that unloyal asshole. 

No, your mind was fully centered on Daichi. The one person who had actually made you feel whole. Who regularly told you how much he wanted you.

You could’ve drowned in his warm, honey-glazed gaze. He drew you in, submerging you in a euphoric, blissfully intoxicated state. 

Memories flittered back to you. How he would always comfort you, using his firm shoulder as a pillow during after school hours to cry or sleep on when life began to smother you.

How he snuck up behind you in the schoolyard, grabbing you by the waist, lighting a fire inside you that filled you with warmth and made your stomach do somersaults. It was playful. Lighthearted. So very Daichi.

And you wanted more. More than platonic. More than best friends.

His touches were nothing like your ex.

It was like gentle floating fireflies, blinking and flickering in a field at dusk. Consistent but surprising. Sensitive, feathery, and comforting. Not at all greedy or dismissive.

You didn’t have to think twice about it. Daichi still remained in the softest parts of you.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. He isn’t coming back to save you. To take you by the hand and rekindle whatever it was you two had shared back then.

Because Daichi wasn’t ready to commit.

He had told you how he felt. How he wanted you so badly that it physically hurt him. That he wanted to be there for you, by your side, hand-in-hand.

But he just wasn’t ready to follow through. Not with graduation and change so near in sight. Not with the possibility of losing you just as soon as you’d become his.

You knew he was right. College shifted you two into completely separate directions. 12 hours to be exact.

You and Daichi were at the right place at the wrong time.

But as you drifted, the words morphed and manipulated themselves in your mind. They echoed a tone that claimed that you were the faulty one. That you weren’t ready. You weren’t lovable enough. He didn’t want to commit to you.

So naturally, you equated it with not being enough for him. That it was some silly, unfounded puppy-love. Just a bunch of hormones and high schoolers.

So you tried to bury your longing for him, making countless mistakes in the process. 

You had changed. This was your life now. Broken, exhausted, and weathered.

In defeat, you close up the heavy, tattered textbook, gently maneuvering it into your backpack and take your leave from the softly lit library. You’ve suffered enough for one day, so you may as well give yourself a break from studying.

As you make your way out the door, you feel an unexpected buzz in your back pocket, your phone lighting up with a notification. You reach a hand back to check it.

3:47 pm - sawamuradaichi38 followed you

You stop abruptly, feet planted in the doorway, eyes processing the words before you.

“Shit.”

Daichi…

High school Daichi.

The “I was just crying over how much I hate missing you 5 minutes ago,” Daichi.

You hadn’t spoken in over a year and suddenly this? 

It was out of the blue, not to mention at one of the most pitiful moments in your life. 

Broken up, red-eyed, and still helplessly in love with his brown-eyes. How could someone so wonderful have such disastrous timing?

You receive a rude awakening, the door to the library smacking you in the face, drawing you out of your thoughts and leaving you rubbing the now red spot on your forehead, the phone still clutched tightly in your palm.

Leaving the doorway, you spot a park bench and take a seat outside, your thumb still hovering over the “follow back” button.

It takes some persuading, but eventually you convince yourself it will be fine. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to him.

It’s just a simple “follow back.”

It also wouldn’t hurt to see what he looked like.

So you click.

And there he is. Several month’s worth of photos, flooding your eyes.

Party streamers, candids, squinted smiles, polaroid photo-shoots, flushed faces from tipsy weekends, throwbacks… and your heart is pounding at the sight of just how mature he looks.

He’s developed a flattering tan over the summer, giving him a golden glow. The deeper tone has either made him look more toned or he’s gained muscle in the past couple of years. Both are very likely.

You proceed your scrolling, subconsciously looking for any signs of being in a relationship, before you’re startled by another ‘ping’ noise.

Damn this stupid app.

To hell with media.

Why did he feel the need to message you? Is he messing with you, right now? 

But the questions don’t keep you from opening the text.

Nerves settle in.

3:55 pm - Daichi: Y/n!

3:55 pm - Daichi: I’m in town for a while and I really want to see your face.

3:56 pm - Daichi: Only if you want to though… I know it’s been a long time.

How is it possible that your hands are already shaking? It’s just Daichi.

Just Daichi.

What the actual hell, Daichi.

3:58 pm - Y/n: Heya! I’d love to, but I have so many questions???

You have more than just questions.

4:00 pm - Daichi: I’ve got answers. So is that a yes? Bc if it’s a no, that’d be super awkward…

4:00 pm - Daichi: ...given that I’m 5 minutes from your university right now. Could I pick you up?

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL, DAICHI.

4:01 pm - y/n: Well damn, ok. Looks like I don’t have any excuses. Come n get me :)

You do your best to sound smooth, sending him the corner to pick you up on, but you still looked and felt like a total wreck. Your makeup was messy, mascara staining the underneath of your eyes. Luckily, you had baby wipes and could clean up a little, but you were still left with a slightly puffy, red-tinted face.

The blush that appeared after receiving his text messages didn’t help either.

If you were being honest, you felt completely hysterical. You had finally given up all hope, tossing your dreams of being with him out the window. 

And here he was, casually asking you to hangout as if you two hadn’t ever lost contact. As if you hadn’t been bawling your eyes out over him for the past several months. Real cute, y/n, you laugh, thinking to yourself. 

You do your best to fix your face up with your phone camera and a little extra concealer, but if Daichi is anything like he was in high school, he’ll see through it almost instantly.

You spot his car, pulling up into a spot on the side of the road. He’s scanning for you.

Your breath hitches at the sight of him, heart skipping a beat.

He’s even prettier in person. Photos couldn’t capture something that strong and handsome. His features were still kind, but his expression showed how much he’d grown. The turn of his head, showcasing his jawline. Sharper, older. Your heart is pounding and you feel the anxiety settle in.

But as soon as he captures your eyes, you both grow soft.

You could tell from the way he was looking at you, he’d been longing for you too.

He hops out of his car, focused solely on you, and starts walking. Your pace matches his but it quickly increases. The hunger you’d felt for his embrace drives you both to move faster. He felt it too. It was magnetic. Almost like you’d been waiting your whole life for this reunion.

You practically throw yourself into his firm chest, his sturdy arms circling around your torso, the rate of your collision shaking his balance. But he managed, steadying himself one footstep at a time. One of his hands makes its way up to your neck and tangles itself into your hair, grasping locks and running his fingers through it. It was as though your bodies were making up for the lack of touch and all of your unspoken words, closing any spaces between you and affirming the reality of each other’s presence. 

You notice him tucking your head into his chest... just how he used to.

It’s as though nothing had changed. Like you had both been talking and touching and breathing the same air for the past year when in truth, your relationship had mimicked radio silence.

It stays silent, your bodies choosing to take one another in. He smelled of coffee and cedar, with a dash of maple. He’d always carried a sweeter scent. It never failed to make you melt into him.

Daichi’s face is buried within your hair and he can’t help but breathe in the familiar fragrance of your conditioner. A huge swell of nostalgia passes over him like a crashing wave, causing him to pull you even closer.

The very feelings you had been protecting yourself from were overloading your senses.

So you break off the hug, opting to grasp his hands instead.

His gaze is so understanding. So full of raw emotion. It’s apologetic.

“Daichi I-”

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

There’s a pause. You give him a wobbly smile, nodding gently to let him speak first.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s silenced as raindrop lands directly on your nose. You giggle, wiping it off with your hand, then placing said hand back into his.

“How ‘bout we go sit in the car?” He suggests as the rain begins to drizzle.

You follow him wordlessly, taking him by the arm, quickly crossing the road.

You’re snug in his passenger seat, one foot tucked under your other leg, torso facing him directly. Daichi takes a moment to look you over. You flush under his intent gaze. That’s when he notices your reddened eyes. 

“You’ve been crying.” He states directly, hand making it’s way to your chin, lifting it while examining your face.

“A-ah yeah. You’re as observant as ever, Daichi, I’ll give you that.” You smile slightly.

“Why? What… or who did that to you?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

You look away, head tilting out toward the grey-lit street.

Should you be honest?

That he was the reason for your tears?

You want to trust him.

To believe his words at face value.

You wanted to bare your soul, letting him absorb every moment of the last year of your life. To cry out to him and explain that you wanted him so deeply that you betrayed your own feelings for him.

But look where it got you last time.

Your ex took the most precious pieces of you and stomped all over it. He had used you. Your stories. Your secrets.

You were different from the girl that Daichi used to know.

He couldn’t love that, he couldn’t possibly-

“Y/n, I mean it. You can tell me anything. I promise I’ll just listen.”

And with that, you muster up your last ounce of courage, putting full trust in him.

It comes out in a soft mumble.

“...I still love you, Daichi.”

His eyes widen, lips parting.

“I-” You begin to choke on your own words. 

The emotion of everything, from your breakup to seeing your ex with another girl, to the sad eyes in front of you. It all begins to spill out. It’s not a sob. More like a release.

“I tried to like someone else. I tried so, so hard, Daichi.” Tears drip down your face, catching on the hand still holding your cheek.

You do your best to speak slowly and coherently, but you can’t seem to prevent the stutters that emerge from embarrassment and months of pent-up shame.

“It didn’t work. I- he didn’t love me.” You pause, considering if you should share the next details.

You inhale deeply, remembering his words.

I can tell him anything.

“There were other girls and-” 

Daichi’s eyes darken, realizing what you meant.

“He- he didn’t,” hiccups break up the sentences you’re already struggling to form, “I just wasn’t good enough, Daichi.” You meet his eyes, “Not for you. Not even for him.”

He rubs a thumb over your face, somber and troubled.

A wave of guilt washing over his face, his own eyes tearing up at the sight of you.

Daichi wasn’t there for you. He knows it.

He had left you high and dry, letting himself get washed up within his own pain, not considering how badly it would affect you. You both cut off communication to make things easier, assuming it would help you both to move on, but it had only made things worse.

Now he’s watching it all unfurl…

You’ve been mistreated and he wasn’t there to protect you. To save you. To hold you tightly within his arms.

But he wants to help pick up the pieces.

He wants to dry those tears, one by one.

He’s ready to make up for the lost time.

It’s time to prove that he’s ready for you now if you’ll have him.

So Daichi removes his hand from your face and grabs your hand, staring at it for a moment. He brushes his calloused fingers over your knuckles.

“Y/n, I never stopped loving you.” He half whispers.

He’s tracing the lines and divots in your palm now, but his eyes are on yours now.

“I couldn’t handle not seeing you… 12 hours is a lot.” He acknowledges.

“But it should never have stopped me from being with you. That was my mistake. It had nothing to do with you not being good enough.”

“Y/n, please, God please, promise me you’ll never say that again.” He begs.

Ah, that.

You couldn’t remember if that had slipped out, but it, in fact, had.

This lie you’ve been telling yourself seems a real as the gentle drumming of raindrops on the roof of the car. Your ex had affirmed it. The breakup sealed it.

And now you’re being told to let it go? To just believe you’re enough? Worthy of love?

If only it were that easy.

“I know you don’t believe me right now… you have every right not to. But I want you to learn to trust me again.”

He continues, “You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t leave you.”

Heavy.

The words were so heavy on your heart.

“...Okay.” Your voice cracks, another few tears slipping out.

“I- I’ll try.” You look away, pain creasing your brows.

He drops your hand on your lap and reaches toward your face, cupping it.

“I mean it, y/n. I won’t leave you.” His tone is scarily serious.

His lips brush against yours, asking permission. You lean forward, gently pressing your lips into his.

It takes a moment to adjust, but you meld together smoothly. It was always supposed to be this way. His warmth is sobering.

It’s tear-soaked and somber, but oh so real.

Noses brush. He runs a hand through your hair, tucking loose strands behind your ear, running a thumb down your neck. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss while leaning into his hand. Lips parted, rhythm slow and comforting.

No part of it is rushed. This moment wasn’t for anyone except for you.

Kiss after kiss, you’re being seen. Listened to. Re-opened.

And it may take tens of thousands of kisses. You’ll probably cry into his chest more times than you can count. You’ll have to fight like hell to escape the lie of “never being good enough.”

But Daichi will be there. Because he came back to you. 

And he’ll keep coming back until he doesn’t have to anymore... because by then, he’ll hope to have you by his side forever.

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tags: @cherryonigiri, @yams046, @kaidasen, @starfissure

[fanfictiondreamscape]

First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Genre: do I have to say it? FLOOF, MY FRIENDS.

Pairing: Kuroo/Kenma/Taketora/Lev x Reader (separate) 

Notes: Okay, I have to say this. This one may be my overall favorite next to the Karasuno first years collection. I have no valid reason to say why, but I love Nekoma and Fukurodani. The Tokyo schools are the ones that are HUGE standouts and are so interesting to me, though there isn’t much other information than what’s provided in the wiki. 

Like, I love information and absorbing it and I’ve read through both so many times, it’s getting annoying. Can anyone help with gathering more information? 

Otherwise, I realize that my writing has taken a severe nosedive. At least to me. So, I apologize in advance if these kinda suck. (I’m also super sorry for this being so late! Tons of crap had been holding me from typing this up.) 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Kuroo Tetsurou

this teASE-

he’d definitely want someone very cute and small

possibly shy, but not necessarily

also someone willing to try new things

(though this isn’t what will essentially draw him to his s/o)

otherwise, i feel that the kiss would happen during a date

something like dinner and walk 

or a movie and dinner 

maybe even a trip to the amusement park

which is where  we begin

though the night was fun, it was coming to an end

kuroo would have been teasing, chatting with you and his friends, and enjoying the time that the group has spent

some people are starting to split off

you two aren’t in that group just yet

it isn’t until you pause for some ice cream that you two momentarily separate

you were in a group with bokuto, akaashi, hinata and tsukishima

and while tsukishima was trying not to snap hinata’s neck 

and bokuto was staying close to (hanging off of) akaashi

you and kuroo were eating your ice cream peacefully

(though kuroo was fighting the urge to jump in and join bokuto in his extravagance)

it wasn’t until someone accidentally hit you that you two had to split

your ice cream would have hit your face

(yes, you are that short. don’t @ me.) 

and gotten everywhere

like...

it’s up your nose and almost in your eyes

and it’s a total mess.

you don’t cry, but you are embarrassed

and while the passerby apologized, you also couldn’t help but silently curse them.

kuroo noticed your expressions

and how you got dejected when you got hit

so he took you by the shoulder and told the guys that you’d be back after a few minutes.

since it was an amusement park, there are no complete bathrooms

but there are waterbottles, napkins, and car mirrors.

so he had to improvise. 

he gave you what you needed and helped you as much as he could,

but your embarrassment was preventing you from leaving just yet.

you knew that you two were far from done for the night, seeing as it was only hitting 7:30 pm

but you also knew that you didn’t want to risk something like that happening again.

so when your face was cleaned, you laid back while kuroo held your hand.

he tried to leave, but he noticed your grip tighten.

no sound needed to be heard from you to confirm what both of you were thinking

‘i/they don’t want to go back just yet.’

the area was quiet as kuroo walked back and hugged you, one which you returned

short sighs was all that could be heard for a few minutes.

eventually, you were ready, and you let kuroo know by tugging on his tee.

he had made a vow for tonight, though - 

he knew you hadn’t had your first kiss, and he wanted to make it special to you

and he knew that you didn’t like huge displays of affection. 

so he just knew that this was the chance when you glanced up at him when you left the hug.

your eyes were big and, while your face was a little dull from the stickiness of the ice cream, 

(i hate the fact that i thought of something nasTY when i wrote that-)

he found that the way the setting sun lit your figure up was magical.

he knew that now was the perfect moment.

you noticed his hesitation 

and you began to question him

but he kissed you before you could get a word out.

kuroo is a driven and passionate man, so this was obviously reflected in his kiss

it subdued sense of force that he used and the shyness of yours was beautiful to him.

it wasn’t until he softened his end and you put more force into yours that you two got even closer.

though the height was hard to deal with, and resulted in some teeth clashing by default. 

you two were drawn into your own little world, and the kiss opened up a new door for the both of you. 

once you two were done after a few minutes, you pulled apart.

he had a teasing smirk on his face, you were blushing and pouting.

“did you have to just kiss me like that? people could’ve been watching!”

“hahaha, did you think i’d miss that chance, that oh-so perfect opportunity, chibi-chan?”

though you did continue to drop little periods of whining, you did calm down and relax for the remainder of the night.

the stars led to even more kisses that night

(of course, in private, kuroo may be the master of provocation, but he does know what his s/o is comfortable with.)

essentially, the overall kiss was very reassuring. 

not really anything for extreme comfort, but most definitely a kiss that would calm you down for the night. (seeing as you initiated the return.)

it was also fairly long and passionate 

something long enough to leave you decently breathless

(sidenote: it’s kuroo, what did you expect?) 

either way, it was the perfect setting, too 

(but kuroo wouldn’t admit that he knew the next step in the relationship would be perfect in the sunset)

Kenma Kozume

shy gamer boy needs someone outgoing yet calm and collected.

i’m throwing the beck reference in here again. 

yep, beck from victorious. that kind of vibe.

it has been proven that he’s only quiet when you first meet him, and is chatty when you know him

so he’d want to be able to have a conversation with his s/o that revolves around their similar interests

a gamer, preferably

and since shy bean is shy bean, the kiss would be at one of your houses

most likely over a game

probably a racing game and the finishing game scores are neck and neck

and the kiss itself? 

well, let’s begin. 

you two had been playing mario cart for a while now.

the two of you had evened scores.

(2-2; best out of five)

and, despite his somewhat calm demeanor,

kenma was internally screaming.

‘s/o’s ahead of me, and the shell didn’t work.’ 

he didn’t want to play dirty, but you were winning.

he wanted to win the game to get the upperhand over you 

but you had only continued to play at your best.

he found your drive adorable and intriguing, 

but (i’m gonna say it again) he wanted to win.

so, he had to start planning how to defeat you in game.

though he did know that this would be up to chance. 

in the midst of his thinking, he barely noticed how it shifted to the way you looked. 

your face was lit up by the artificial light,

and as cliche as it sounds, he found that glorious.

the look in your eyes as your chosen character flew by on the track made him blush.

and that was when it hit him,

if he can’t win, he’d take you down with him.

and he’d do that with a kiss.

(let’s be honest, kenma would do something desperate if he wanted to. even if it was extremely out of character.)

(though that might just be me trying to fit the storyline, but like- he wouldn’t date someone unless he knew that he could trust them.) 

(am i wrong?)

he’d said your name under his breath. 

while you two would normally be very much willing to talk, this was not one of the times.

so you were a little worried. 

you knew that he was very ‘eh’ about his emotions, but he had his own little ways of communicating them, and this was new. 

what happened when you turned your head to look at him though-

that wasn’t worrying in the slightest.

kenma, in a somewhat uncharacteristic action had kissed you.

it was short, and mischevious, a little messy as well

but it was enough to distract you

i mean, like- 

QUIET AND CLOSED OFF KENMA KOZUME JUST KISSED YOU.

this boy had never really taken the first step to do these things, at all, so this? 

hooo boy, you were shocked. 

so shocked that you failed to see that you had fallen to last place while kenma had won in first. 

your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw it and you pouted.

you did notice that kenma was red-faced and looking away from you, though

so you did the same thing. 

short, sweet, mischevious.

you just returned the favor~.

so, in conclusion?

the kiss is shy and quiet, but has some supercharged air to it

i mean, i imagined it happening in the midst of a final game.

what was to be expected.

(i also hc kenma to be the type of person to tease his s/o relentlessly in private, so-) 

the whole scenario was just the perfect combination of innocent desires, a confidence boost, and a drive to win. 

the setting too.

super relaxing to the both of you

especially considering that the two of you are not the most open with your relationship.

oddly adorable, but just the slightest bit annoying. 

Yamamoto Taketora

this man, not gonna lie, is gonna give me a bit of a problem

i also had to do a small observation of his character, so.

once i found out that yamamoto is timid around girls, his s/o?

the girl i imagine he would go for clocked me square in the face. 

someone with a not-so-talkative nature, but is CONFIDENT.

seems to have the default personality of an angel, but isn’t afraid to tear someone a few new ones if provoked enough. 

otherwise, i think that the kiss would happen on a weekend or over holiday.

like-

this is hard to explain, so i’ll just get into general scenario.

so.

his parents are away for the weekend, he isn’t trusted to babysit, and his sister can’t be left alone or with her brother or else chaos will run free for the few days. 

the solution?

his parents ask you to stay with the two of them to keep them in check and taken care of. 

so you, in love with taketora and his sister’s personality, agree to their plea. 

(taketora would be the first of the two to make their opinion on your stay obvious - what else would he be besides ecstatic?)

otherwise, everything is prepared and the weekend picks up.

his parents are now gone, you are now at their humble abode, and akane has just pulled out a just dance game. 

she had been pestering you two to play it with her.

while taketora denied, you agreed and akane had taken to picking a song while you started to move the table in the middle of the living room.

he was watching as you started the time with a bang.

as you three did more stuff and the weekend progressed, he only fell more in love with you.

you fell more in love with him as well. 

though neither of you would admit it. 

now, seeing as the final day has come to pass, things were starting to wind down. 

you, akane, and taketora were seated next to each other on the couch.

a movie was playing and the two yamamotos were digging into the popcorn that had been set out on the coffee table. 

they had their eyes dead set on the current events in the movie, but you?

you were watching taketora and akane.

he looked so happy, she looked so happy. 

one little makeshift family for the three of you. 

you had smiled and looked away.

what you didn’t know was that taketora could feel you looking at him, he could even see your content expression from his peripheral vision.

he was happy to be able to experience something like this with you.

you were so charming, so kind, so smart, and so good with kids 

(something i will never be lol)

what more could he ask for? you were perfect for him. 

sadly, things had to come to an end at some point. 

that point was when akane was passed out, the credits were rolling, and a car had pulled into the driveway.

you two, awake and ready to start cleaning, had allowed the disappointment to set in.

“i had fun with you guys.” 

he smiled, though it was a little shy. 

he was watching as you grabbed the remote and shut the television off. 

he was blushing. you noticed. it was cute.

the room became silent, and it wasn’t broken until the sound of jingling keys could be heard. 

you two had slapped on smiles as his parents entered. 

after a short conversation, his dad lifted akane up and took her to her room while his mom thanked and paid you. 

you went to leave, she offered to drive you home, but you persisted on walking. 

taketora took it upon himself to make sure you got home safely. 

the moon was high and bright, seemingly smiling.

you loved the calm silence, he loved looking at your gentle expression.

the light had made you glow, and the way your eyes sparkled pushed him over the edge. 

he had to kiss you now. he just had to. 

you failed to notice how he was blubbering silently, something akin to a fish.

he had to pull himself together if he ever dreamed of kissing you, so he had to do it now. 

“hey, s/o...”

you turned to face the two-tone haired boy, and he grabbed your wrist gently. 

you blushed at the action. but gestured for him to continue.

“can i...kiss you?”

your blush got even brighter, but you nodded your head. 

he slowly closed the ever so slight gap between the two of you. 

and he kissed you.

slowly, gently, kindly - it was truly loving. 

it was very long, though. 

in fact, it was getting so long that the smile he wore when the kiss continued dropped into a pout when you had to press his chest as a cue for him to stop.

you giggled at his expression, and it didn’t last due to that reaction.

the calm silence returned, and as you two continued to your home, he held your hand. 

(that was almost so sweet that it became disgusting, wtf-) 

but, overall-

super sweet, super long, super loving.

there’s is almost no other way to explain the feeling

if you want to count breathless, go ahead.

either way, it was perfect and just the right amount of intense for the both of you

(or a balance, rather, but i think you get what i mean in relation to him and hsi s/o’s character).

and again, the setting?

too perfect. 

the stars aligned in his favor that night, that’s for sure. 

(i almost gagged while writing this, why did i have to make it so sickeningly sweet, my god-)

Lev Haiba

tol oblivious bean needs smol aware bean

i don’t make the rules, it needs to happen.

who the hell else is gonna make sure that this guy doesn’t bring more problems onto himself?

his s/o would have to be responsible and somewhat motherly.

tough love is best love for tol boy. 

i think that they would also be very into volleyball, even pushing as a manager for the team.

(you and kuroo would have to be the primary sources of improvement for lev, let’s be honest)

otherwise, the kiss would happen after a practice. 

and it would be a milestone for the team.

(by default, of course.)

so, what exactly do i imagine would happen?

wellll...

practice had just ended

everyone was sweaty

a select group of people had to clean up the gym while the other half had to make sure that the locker rooms were in pristine condition.

you had stayed back to help the guys in the gym.

chaos had begun to ensue when you were cleaning around the outer edge of the gymnasium, so you had to do something.

granted, this group consisted of yamamoto and lev - not surprising.

despite your smaller stature, the guys there knew not to mess with you

things worked out! 

the cleaning was slowly getting done, people had begun to leave. 

(some volleyballs were thrown in the process between you and lev, though kuroo doesn’t and will never know.)

the smiles that come up during the time are beautiful

almost like that night in general, but you didn’t care.

you, in fact, found lev adorable.

despite his height, was a giant baby - and you loved it.

either way, when the cleaning was done, only a few of you were left.

kuroo and kenma left for the train, kai was packing his things, and you and lev were already on your way to your respective homes.

you two were holding hands tightly, you giggling as he swung your limbs back and forth.

he was almost throwing you, but he wasn’t

the whole thing was a big, fun mess 

once he had calmed down, he had started to ask you about your day

you responded accordingly, and he had to do what he would normally do

tease you.

things were silent once you had asked him and he responded, so this would have to be done if things had to flow somewhat

the tiredness had set in, and it wasn’t until you had heard the dreaded words escape his mouth that you almost jumped and smacked him

“so, s/o, how’s your height doing for you down there? Are the land bugs hitting you?” 

you deadpanned and started to claw at him, just the slightest.

his laugh was what drew you from your mini meltdown. 

you calmed down as you watched his eyes light up with amusement.

he seemed so relaxed and happy, you just had to smile at him as well. 

the air around you two lost the tired feeling and settled into something bordering on romantic and teasing.

you were throwing tall jokes at him, he was throwing short jokes at you.

fair deal for a couple so far apart in height, i’d say.

that being said, the tired eventually set in amongst the conversation and rebuttals. 

with the drowsiness hitting you in the middle of a comeback, you got loopy 

and said something without thinking

(aka something unlike you, the somewhat composed manager of the Nekoma boys volleyball club and unofficial guardian of the chaotic lev haiba)

“i wanna kiss you.”

lev, though tired as well, wasn’t as drained as you and heard what you had said loud and clear.

he blushed firetruck red and stuttered through the repetition of the statement.

it took you a few seconds to realize that, to summarize:

yes, you said that

yes, lev heard that

and yes, you meant it

you had gathered the remnants of your awake conscious to say what you had to say, now that you had already spoken your desires in a goofed state.

“*clearing throat* u-um, i...i want to kiss you, l-...lev. i want to kiss you, so can-can i?”

his eyes got wider, he blushed darker, and his heart was beating at a million mph

but he didn’t deny it. 

in fact, he straight up leaned down for you.

“you wanted to kiss me, right? then go for it!”

you, in your tired stupor, went along with it.

you had to jump a little bit because he didn’t lean down so far, but you still managed to peck him on the lips.

(he enjoyed the image of you jumping to try and kiss him, and he could get used to it)

he chuckled again before meeting you down below once you were away from him. 

the two of you just stared in each others eyes and turned into tomatoes.

overall, just-

AGH SO CUTE.

it doesn’t seem like much, but i think that the kiss would kind of comical and somewhat immature

while still remaining very romantic and sweet.

the setting itself?

not really proper to you two

the two of you, most likely, would have ended up like this if you had stayed back longer or had gone to a diner for a date.

(as a sidenote, you lived near yaku. this is something he didn’t know and you were too tired to remember, so when yaku noticed the little scene from his bedroom window, he had to bring it up at practice the next day. the two of you were promptly teased relentlessly.)

[shinymooncolor]

Hi all!

As usual, I owe all of this to the wonderful world created by @lumosinlove. 🙏🏻

I love Kris so much. Single dad, hockey star is a mood. Apologies in advance. 😇

Enjoy!

Sweater weather chats #2

Kris joins a super secret club. Lily gets emotional. We get introduced to the bat cave. Kris is a cautionary tale for the rookies. Or that’s what Nado days. Kris is also an honorary mom. Celeste reminisces. Kasey, Nado and Kuny babysits. Everybody loves Remus. Ava wants a pony. Natalie has plans. SO MUCH BROMANCE.

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Emotional support group and Remus 🤩🥰🏒:

Friday 3.32 pm

NatNat added Kris to the group.

Allison: do I spy a new member? Welcome to the dark side, Kris. The rules are simple - this is a safe space for us to discuss our men, babies and other related topics.

Lucia: also, never tell the boys what happens at brunch. 😁

Celeste: welcome Kris. We thought you’d enjoy coming to brunch with us - Ava is always welcome.

Kris: woah? What is this? Shit. I’m honored. Also Remus? Wtf.

Remus: hi kris yeah I don’t know how I was allowed in, but it’s nice. 😁

NatNat: well Dumo might be the honorary dad but Kris is totally the honorary mom on the team. He wiped Gatorade off of Leo’s face last game. It was adorable 😍😍😍

Kris: well James did unscrew the top as a prank, not actually sure it’s a prank if you do it every game. And Leo didn’t realize. And he’s weird about not taking his blocker off. Had to help the kid out. 😆

Allison: well it made us enroll you in our secret and sacred club. Welcome! 🤩

NatNat: i forgot to send this on Wednesday!! Baby Russian with baby puppies

*kuny puppy pic*

GingerLily: awwww he looks so happy. James said he’s been depressed he cannot train this week. I love this. 😍

Anyaismyname: my baby. I knew him from he was 16. Such a sweet boy.

Kris: sweet? Are we talking about the same Kuny? He taught Ava to cuss a ref and last time the media asked her what she thought of the game and my playing, she parroted that. I had a trending tag for a month after that on Twitter😔

NatNat: I’m not condoning it but it was hilarious. I cried. But seriously he adopted a cat and named her Aya and they send me selfies with her every 7 minutes. They built her a castle in their ridiculous bat cave game room. 😅👑🐱

Remus: the bat cave is awesome. They’ve got pro surround sound and all. And a real slushee machine. 🤖 also kris, coach want you all back on the ice in 10.

NatNat: yeah haha kase is excited to go for halo night. Apparently they’ve got some sort of new VR stuff for practicing as well. 🏒🏒🏒

Celeste: Kris, don’t worry about the curse words. Marc spent three months yelling fuck at everything after Logan accidentally taught him. They get over it quick and the fans love you even more after that - haven’t you been on the most eligible list for your entire career? Also, didn’t Anya tell Kuny’s mom?

Anyaismyname: da, and believe me, Scolding work better in Russian. And I promised her to look out for her boy.

Kris: thanks guys, I know. I was just shocked. She’s my baby and sometimes I just can’t handle how quick she grows... it’s not fair... and yeah, apparently a single dad with a travel heavy job is eligible. Weird.... also - the boys’ game room is amazing and they did set up a my little pony game for her last time on the projector. Be there in three Re!!! 🏃‍♂️

GingerLily: awww I cant believe she was a baby when I first met her. She grows sooo quick! 😍

Kris: well it’s you soon! Good luck - you think you know what love feels like but. Damn, a baby just changes things. ☺️

GingerLily: we’re starting on the nursery next week and I can’t wait. James is hopeless with tools though but we’ve decided on a color theme at least 🥰🥰🥰

Celeste: mmh, that is always a big moment. I remember when I was pregnant with Adele, Pascal was still just settling into the Lions and we’d already moved twice, but something changed when we started working on the nursery. It got real then - he didn’t get the puck theme he wanted but nevertheless, I think that was when he really realized he was about to become a father 😍

NatNat: awwwww, can’t even imagine you two without your babies 😁

Celeste: me neither, honey, me neither. 😉

Friday, 4.38 pm

Kris: Natalie do you think we could find a puppy for Ava? We could house train it during off season and she’s been begging for a puppy for a while and i really want one too and hopefully with a puppy the “I want a pony” phase can be forgotten! :)

NatNat: of course!!! Also shouldn’t you be at training?

Kris: We finished 5 minutes ago. :) also thanks for cheering Kuny up, he was allowed to do stretches today.

NatNat: oh god. Forget the time out here. Is kase done too?

Kris: yeah but he’s currently unavailable. Something about hug a goalie day *pic of kasey and Leo, on the ice under a mountain of players*

GingerLily: 🤦🏽

Celeste: on another note my lovelies. I would love to host brunch next Sunday! We have full attendance - Elsa is visiting from Sweden! :) please let me know how many babies you’re bringing.

Sunday 7.03 am

Kris: hi Celeste. I’m really sorry to do this last minute but ava’s mom has cancelled again and I can’t get a sitter this late. I’d love to come for brunch next time though.

Celeste: oh my dear. Bring her. It’s absolutely no problem.

NatNat: hey kris. Kasey is going to nado and Kuny and he says they’re happy to babysit. Also he wants to know why you and Remus are invited to brunch. Don’t tell him anything. 😉😉😉

Kris: oh I don’t want to be a problem they probably don’t want a 4-year old to disturb their halo game...😬

NatNat: it’s not a problem at all :) (also need kase to practice - not getting any younger here 😏🤩)

Kris: well if it’s really no problem I know Ava would love to spend time with them. :) also totally rooting for baby blizzards soon!

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Blizzard created a new group: Babysitting

Blizzard added RussianGod, Nadotheman and KrisVolley

Blizzard: hey guys. Quick change of plans. Ava is hanging out with us today. Kris is going to brunch with the girls?! Said we’d be happy to spoil baby munchkin and teach her more Russian curse words

RussianGod: ok. Can we eat cookie? Also no bad words. Don’t want more yelling from Anya. She scary.

Blizzard: season diet Kuny. Oreos are only for Ava. And isn’t Anya like 5.2?

RussianGod: nado is still sleeping. But we can go to park and meet ladies. They love single dad. But Anya is little but scary. Have you not see how she keep sergei in check?

KrisVolley; you are not using my baby to meet ladies. Haha oh never thought of that. Anya is always nice to me 😂

KrisVolley: Here are the ground rules gentlemen!!!!

1) no begging - you need to say no and stick with it, unless she’s crying properly don’t give in to her. She hissy cries when she wants things her way

2) not too much sugar and candy alright? (Looking at you Kuny)

3) Kuny and nado can’t use her as a ploy to ensnare women.

4) do NOT teach her any more Russians words unless they’re good, safe and cute words. The press still hounds me from the time you taught her to cuss a ref....

5) have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Nadotheman: Morning boys. Also happy to babysit. But tHaNkS fOR aSkInG kase... 👍🏻 also @KrisVolley:

1) how the hell are we supposed to say no to that face? No idea how you made such a beautiful baby.

2) no problem. (Totally lying to you)

3) we would never use our baby niece in such a despicable way 😳 also it was one time and we can’t help that we are irresistible to baby-crazy ladies.

4) she can only scold a ref. According to Kuny totally safe and good words. Don’t believe what Sergei or Sunny says. Or the press.

5) so don’t knock up a fan at 18? Alright man got it.

KrisVolley: ....

Nadotheman: just keeping it real. You’re a cautionary tale for the rookies man. But your baby is cute. And you do a great job bro! 💪🏻

KrisVolley: I’m a what?? And thanks Nado. 😊

Blizzard: When you’re done with your moment.... I’m picking her up in five, can Nat go with you to Dumo’s? Ava and I will go have brunch at the bat cave and have an awesome time. And don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on the boys.

KrisVolley: thanks Blizzard. Good practice as well 😉

Kuny: 👀👀👀👀 baby blizzard????

Blizzard: alright calm down m8. We’re not even married (no judging kris)

Nadotheman: whatever you say bro. You gotta make a baby with that girl - she swooned at family skate. Also we all saw you makin heart eyes at the Brady bunch. 😆😆😆😆

Blizzard: they’re adorable and this conversation ends here. We’re outside now Kris. Also don’t encourage Nat. I’ve got a plan. 😬

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Nado: Kuny. Kuny. Is it baby safe? They’re here in 15 minutes.

Kuny: why you text me? I’m next door.

Kuny: also yes is fine. Maybe get bra down. It been in fan for 3 days

Nado: you’re the tall one. Get it down.

Kuny: I not put it there.

Nado: fine you lazy jerk. I’ll get it down.

Kuny: 😘

Nado: fuck off. But I love you too bro.

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Until next time, my lovelies 🥰

Always open for ideas, prompts, constructive criticism!

Also - does hug a goalie day exist? I think it should.