#but its late and i have work tomorrow and i just wanna talk about stuff

[godsamael]

Laying down when my cat comes up beside my head and starts loudly and sloppily licking her paw right by my ear

[cheriladycl01]

The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader - Part 2

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

The interview was good, everyone was really kind to you and your PR team made sure that the questions were only about racing which was nice as you really got to talk about the teams and cars with the others there.

There was a joke that you were being ganged up on as there was two Ferrari drivers sat next to each other, the two Mercedes drivers sat next to each other and then there you were sat in the middle with Lewis and Carlos either side of you.

"So Y/N what more can we expect from you in 2022? We've got Saudi Arabia next weekend that I'm sure you are excited for it" he says and both Carlos and Lewis look at you as you raise the mic.

"Jeddah is one of the toughest tracks on the line up this year in my opinion. I just hope i can make my team proud and i can finish the race with some more points for them!" you smile settling a hand down on your lap.

"And Lewis as a World Champion do you have anything to say to the new rookie this year that will inspire her in her future career"

"Jheez man, you out here making me sound so much older than her! But listen you'll always here people talk about the car and driver. Sometimes the car and driver are on the same level, sometimes the car is better than the driver and sometimes the driver is better than the car. And i think today proved that Y/N is already out-performing in her Alfa Romeo and I think all the team principles will be keeping an eye on her throughout the year. Keep driving the way you are, and you know where to find me whenever you wanna talk" he smiles at you, he leans into you hugging you slightly making you blush and smile at the contact.

After the conference it was a shamble getting you back to the hotel. PR had pulled you out early while the other in the interview stayed behind a little. You hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye before you were whisked out to multiple fans. You stayed to sign stuff with Zhou who had kindly waited for you so you could go back to the hotel together.

You and Zhou knew there was no point going home or going to the factory when in a week you had to travel across the short flight to Saudi Arabia. Monday you and him went to the water park in Bahrain for the whole day. After that you guys flew to Jeddah on the Tuesday readying for the week ahead.

You had a good qualifying coming in P8 and you were happy that you were starting in a points worthy place. You'd reported to your team that something felt wrong with the car, its pace just wasn't as good today and you were told that the overnight engineers would take a look for you.

It was getting late and you should be sleeping, but you just couldn't seem to shut your eyes. The nerves of tomorrow eating away at you. It was about 11pm when you decided to throw a hoodie on and walk down to the hotel bar.

The elevator music was soft and you checked you phone, thinking it probably wasn't the best thing to upload a photo to show everyone you were currently awake right now.

You walked out and sat down at the 24 hour bar, only a few people were there, not that you took much notice of the people around you.

"Got anything to knock me out?" you ask the bar tender who looks at you in shock.

"Rough night?" he asks.

"No, just struggling to sleep" you smile lightly.

"Well if you don't like cherry juice or Chamomile tea I have some bricks out back that may help" he laughs out his offers trying to lighten your mood.

"Cherry juice?" you ask having never heard that it was a drink for helping sleep.

"I dunno, but it works!" he defends before you shake your head opting for the tea.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" a voice asks and you turn seeing Lewis steps up behind you. He opens his arms gesturing to the seat next to you.

"Oh, Lewis hi. This is so embarrassing. Sorry you have to see me like this. You can sit, only if you want to though" you smiled at him.

"Thanks. I cant sleep either" he's smiles at you before flagging the bartender and asking to have what your having.

"I think I'm just nervous about tomorrow"

"Yeah, i get that! You have a lot of pressure on you as a rookie! But your are one of the best rookies we've had for years! Qualifying was good today! Keep that smile up" he smiles at you placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

"What's going on here?" a voice behind you asks. You and Lewis both swivel to find Carlos standing there at the entrance to the bar watching there pair of you with narrowed eyes.

"Carlos! What are you doing awake?" you ask in shock, even Lewis being down here was a shock to you.

"More like what are you doing down here?" he frowns.

"I couldn't sleep, and then Lewis was down here so he joined me!" you smile, and point to the seat on the other side of you. He takes it and shimmies into the seat, waving the bartender off when he offers a drink.

"So, what are you also doing awake?"

"I also couldn't sleep, I've got a lot on my mind" he says looking over the pair of them.

"So, how do you think tomorrow will go?" Carlos asks trying to run a conversation but the vibes were awkward after his arrival. He'd stood watching them talk for a little before he had made his presence known.

"She doesn't want to talk about it" Lewis huffs out sipping on some of his drink.

"Oh i didn't realise she didn't have a voice anymore" Carlos sasses, making you shake your head an push away from the bar so you chair scrapped back, enough for you to hop down.

"I'm going to go try and sleep, i can practically smell the testosterone overload and that tea has made me far to dopey to have any clarity of this tomorrow" you admit and with that you left the two along who stayed for a little longer ... to talk.

Race day was always fun, however this year Saudi wasn't your shot. You wanted to cry when you heard the words to come back to the pit because your car had a cooling system failure and it was a danger to drive meaning you'd gone from 8 all the way down to 15.

You had spent a significant amount of time crying in your drivers room, before you went out to congratulate Zhou on his P11 finish. He hugged you and told you reassuring phrases that sort of went past you head because you were worried you were about to get butchered by your team principle Alessandro.

You didn't want to do the interviews, knowing there would be derogatory comments coming your way, but it was something you had to put up with.

"So Y/N not your best rest today" the interviewer asked the minute you walked up to them.

"Yeah, unfortunately there was a cooling system errors in three of the cars out there tonight and mine was one of them. I reported to my team that the car didn't feel right yesterday during qually, so I don't know if that was what happened out there but yeah pace was slow, car was faulty not much else to report. Hoping for a comeback in Australia but congrats to Max, Charles and Carlos for the podiums!" you smile trying to make it as quick and painless.

"Thank you for your time!" he smiles politely before letting you wonder off across the paddock.

"Carlos! Carlos Hey" you shout over to him and see his and Charles head whip round to look at you.

You run up to them, placing a hand on Charles shoulder that doesn't go un-noticed by Carlos.

"Well done on the podium today guys!" you smile, trying not to show your sadness at the lack of points you'd gained today.

"Thank you Y/N! You know, were you invited to the after party today?" Charles offers first before Carlos can even thank you.

"Oh, no I wasn't told. But I don't really like clubs so ..." you admit sheepishly.

"It's not really a party, just dinner with us, Lando, Daniel Yuki and Pierre" he offers.

"Could i bring Zhou with me?" you ask knowing you were closest to him right now and getting through a dinner with that many people, you'd for sure need him them.

"Of course!" Charles exclaims.

"I'll see you guys tonight then?" you smile before walking off to go tell Zhou the good news.

A/N: Next part is going to be this cute ass dinner, should there be any interruptions from any other drivers? Or should it be kind of a private thing?

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[kthecutest]

hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

•✩──────✧✩✦✩✧──────✩•

Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

[marcelloshdz]

lend an ear

summary: after you have a rough work week, marcello focuses on comforting you and making you feel better. requested by anonymous.

“ugh, finally. it feels so good to be home and away from work.” you groaned, tramping into your apartment. it was friday evening and your work week from hell was finally over. from drama between your coworkers, bad attitudes trickling down from higher-ups, entitled clients, and everything in between, you’d never wanted a work week to end faster than you wanted this one to. 

“just wish i wasn’t coming home to an empty apartment.” you whined to yourself. it was friday, which meant your boyfriend, marcello, was at work prepping for the next night’s snl episode. you moved around the apartment in silence, showering and slipping into some sweats and one of marcello’s old hoodies. you ordered food, sat down on the couch with a show and made yourself comfortable. 

a little bit later, your phone started ringing, marcello facetiming you. 

“hey baby.” you said quietly when you answered. 

“hola, mi amor. how are you doing?” he asked. 

“okay. just tired. i had a rough week at work and it drained me.” you sighed. “but i don’t wanna bore you with that. whats up with you? how’s your day?” you asked him. 

“its good! i filmed all my parts for pre-tapes early this morning. i’ve just been here rewriting and editing some sketches with john, ben, and martin for most of the day. i wish i could be home with you though.” he pouted. 

“me too. fingers crossed you don’t get home too late.” you smiled. you talked for a little while longer before marcello had to get back to work. 

after you hung up with marcello, you turned your show back on and finished your dinner. once you were done eating, it wasn’t much later than that when you started falling asleep. 

you slept for a bit before you were woken up by the front door opening. you slowly opened your eyes, wiping the sleep from them and stretched out. your vision finally focused in front of you, and you finally noticed marcello walking into the living room. his hands were full of food that he carefully placed on the coffee table in front of you.

“hey,” you said quietly, sleep still heavy in your voice. “what time is it?” 

“its 10.” 

“i didn’t expect you back this early.” you said, sitting up. marcello joined you on the couch and pulled you into this arm. 

“well, when i hear my girl is having a rough day, i need to be there to comfort her.”

“you’re too good to me.” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tight. you smiled up at him and he pressed a kiss to your lips. “i love you.” 

“i love you.” he repeated, kissing you again. the two of you dug into the food he brought home, and sat on the couch talking. he listened closely as you vented to him about your week. 

“but, at least it’s over and i can start new on monday.” you took another bite of your food before speaking again. “so, how’s the show coming along? whats in store for tomorrow?” you asked him.

“we have a couple of pre-tapes, and some really good sketches. i’ve got small parts in quite a few, but that depends on what ends up getting cut.” he sighed. 

“i always feel so bad when you’re in stuff that gets cut. i think you should be in everything forever.” you joked. 

“hey, i’m supposed to be the one comforting you.” he laughed. 

“oh yes, thats right.” you said, climbing back into his arms. he held you tight and sat with you while you watched tv for a while longer before moving to your room to go to bed. 

the next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. the bed was empty next to you, and you walked out of your room to find marcello in the kitchen making you plates for breakfast. 

“good morning, baby. i went out earlier and got us breakfast.” he said, handing you a plate as you walked into the kitchen. 

“you’re such a good provider.” you said, kissing him before moving to the kitchen table to eat. 

“i gotta be for my favorite girl.” he said as he sat down next to you. you ate in silence as you were still waking up and marcello was making some final adjustments to his scripts on his ipad. 

you spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon cuddled up on the couch before marcello had to get ready to head to work for tonight’s show. 

“now, if you’re feeling up for it, you’re more than welcome to come with me, hang out and see the show.” marcello called from the bedroom. not wanting to spend another night moping on the couch alone, you accepted his invitation and got ready as well. 

as busy as saturday nights were in 8H, you were successful enough in staying out of the way. you stayed in marcello’s dressing room the most of the night, watching the show on their tv. marcello had been in and out of the dressing room, checking on you between sketches, making sure you were continuing to do well.

“baby, i’m fine. go work.” you laughed, shoving him out of the room each time he’d come in. after his last sketch of the night, marcello joined you in the dressing room, and watched the rest of the show with you.

“i knew you’d like this one.” he said with a smile after one sketch in particular really hit your funny bone and had you on the brink of tears from laughing so hard.

once the show ended, you waited fro him to gather his things and you made your way downstairs and outside. you hung back as he took pictures with some fans that were waiting along the barricades.

“you feeling up for the after party? a night of drinks is sure to get your mind off a terrible work week.” he asked once you caught back up to him.

“mmm, yeah. that sounds great.” you said. you loaded into the uber that waited for you at the corner and made your way to the restaurant the after party was being held at. the rest of the night was so fun as you hung out with marcello and the other cast members, who you were lucky enough to have become great friends with. after the drinks started flowing, you’d loosened up and the rest of your stress from work finally washed away. marcello was by your side the entire night, making sure that you were okay and were feeling well. you appreciated that so much, and you were so grateful that he loved you this way. 

once the night was finally over, you made your way home, quickly falling asleep after getting ready for bed. you slept wonderfully that night, glad that the week was over, and happy that you had a partner that was willing to take care of you in more ways than one.

[inbabylontheywept]

"Yeah, sure, and I shit thermite. Be serious."

So. Maybe, he’d gone a little overboard after work that day. He’d admit that. Drinking the sad away wasn’t the most mature way to handle things, but when you got a letter from your dad saying-

Well saying that, you know, maybe it was okay to have a beer or two. In theory. In practice, that meant that two-beers-deep Earl had to somehow have enough willpower to say “naw, I don’t wanna become three-beers-deep Earl,” and then three-beers-deep Earl’s gotta say no to four-beers-deep Earl, and it’s just a bit of a shitshow from there.

Pardon the french.

At least he wasn’t on the clock. The worst thing that should’ve happened to him was waking up tomorrow with a fatass headache and upset friends. Instead, he was in the hospital, surrounded by men with guns, osmotically absorbing the most surreal conversation of his life.

“We’d heard that humans had remarkable healing abilities but this is incredible. Anyone else here would be dead, he’s just showing some signs of esophageal irritation.”

“We got any idea of the culprit?”

“We’re looking over security footage but the culprit must be some kind of ghost. We’ve gone over the security footage at least twenty times, nobody can spot a thing.”

Earl couldn’t help it. He spoke.

“What are you talking about?”

The detective and the doctor jumped at the sound of his voice.

“What the shit-

The doc’s hand went over the detective's mouth, cutting off the oath just a hair too late. The duo looked after each other, before the detective gestured for the doctor to go first.

“I… don’t have very much experience with humans. We thought it’d be a couple of days at least before you woke up. How are you feeling?”

Earl coughed a few times.

“Throat’s raw, head’s pounding, and would kill for anything fried in grease. Pretty standard hangover.”

The detective cut in at that.

“Eh, except for the part where someone poisoned you.”

Earl shrugged.

“Must not have been very good poison.”

The lawman didn't laugh.

“Hydrochloric acid mixed with potassium salts? You can bet your pink ass it’s a good poison. Anyone else here would be dying from a hole in their gut. You been making enemies on the station, colony-boy?”

Earl’s smart alec remark froze as his one semester of biology 101 clawed its way to the front of his brain.

“Oh.”

The detective clicked his pen, ready to start taking notes, even as Earl waved him off.

“No crime here doc, my stomach makes that stuff naturally.”

The doctor blinked even as the detective rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and I shit thermite. Be serious pal, there’s someone here out to get you.”

Earl held his gaze, and after a few moments, the detective’s annoyed face transformed into numb confusion.

“...Hot damn, you aren’t joking. You’re telling me you can spew concentrated acid on a whim?”

The question hit a little close to him, and Earl felt his ears burn.

“Eh… not… on a whim. More like, after six or seven beers.”

The doctor grabbed a pad and began filling out forms of his own.

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to make sure you don’t do that then. You can’t just go around creating chemical waste every time you get sad. I’m going to have to get in contact with IT, set up some kind of cut off point with the cantina for you.”

Someone down the hall must’ve sanitized something because the odor of strong alcohol wafted into the room. It was all Earl could do to not empty his stomach a second time.

“Aye. That’s fair.”

[thatonedaydream]

Don’t really wanna be Elevator Buddies (Sephiroth x Reader)

A/N: Part 1 here. im suffering sufficiently at my current job that im leaving that i think i can write something because i need an outlet and i also want sephiroth to make it better. also, i am so much older than when i wrote the first part; as such, my writing probably reads a lot more different - better, worse or same is up to you. to those who have requested a part 2 and have waited literal years (its been 4!!!!!), i love you, i'm so sorry its so late.

★★★★★

Staring at the message in your work inbox, you suddenly couldn’t summon the effort to care. Your mood instantly dropped and you needed to leave your desk. You kept your headset on as you wandered towards the small staff kitchen under the guise that you were still connected to a meeting and listening in, when really you just want to block people out. You didn’t want to be perceived.

You just wanted out.

ShinRa Inc wasn’t known as the best place to work, but the pay was good and it was better than any other options you had. 

The coffee machine rumbled as you waited for it to process your order. You didn’t even want to drink the cheap, watered down stuff, you just didn’t want to be at your desk looking at that stupid fucking request. There wasn’t much that could get your out of these kinds of emotional troughs bar one thing that seemed to always work.

You felt the vibration of a notification from your phone in your pocket. Knowing what and who it was probably from, you eagerly checked the new message that had come through. It was just a photo of blue sky with some clouds—the tops of greenery you didn’t recognise lined the bottom. It was very abstract and out of context, but you were used to it now.

Putting aside your misery for the moment, you typed out a short response.

I can’t beat that. This is my view.

You took a photo of the ceiling above you. Stark, stale and claustrophobic in comparison to the natural sky you were given. You sent it off and only a few seconds later, received a thumbs up in response. It made you laugh.

Sephiroth was a terrible at texting sometimes, but it was endearing in way.

When you had first traded contact details a little after The Elevator Incident, it had taken a while before anything was sent from either of you. You were too scared of bothering him and he was more than likely too busy or just didn’t know what to send. It also felt like trading personal IDs was crossing into an entirely different friend territory that wasn’t as nonchalant as impromptu elevator conversations.

The messaging ice was broken when, one day, you got a single image of chocobo out in the wild with no context. If you didn’t have Sephiroth’s ID saved, you would have wondered if someone had messaged the wrong person. Your response was a quick ‘I love chocobos, they’re so cute!’, and your reward several hours later was a picture of a sweetly sleeping chocobo in a stable.

Sephiroth was a man of very few words, but he still found ways to communicate with you and that honestly made you feel… Well, you weren’t sure you wanted to admit what you were feeling too much. You knew you had feelings for the man, that you were attracted to him, but those feelings had no where to go. You couldn’t tell him.

For many reasons, you just couldn’t ever tell him about your ever growing affection for him.

You just couldn’t.

You wandered back to your desk, completely forgetting about the coffee you had made in the kitchen. The message from the 1st Class Soldier perked you up way more than the caffeine would have anyway. You scrolled through your requests again and sighed. It was probably going to be another late night in the office. Maybe you’d just call in sick tomorrow.

You worked a few more hours, eyeing your phone and hoping for more messages, but none came. Sephiroth was often the one to initiate conversation as you still felt like you would bother him if you sent something first. Still… You kind of really wanted to talk to someone—to him, specifically. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to send one message?

Picking up your phone you opened up your chat and tried to think of something to say. You typed out several things, but kept deleting them. ‘Hello’ felt too formal, ‘Hi!’ seemed too chipper.

Is something wrong?

The message popped up before you could send something yourself.

!!! No! I was just about to message you. How are you?

There was a pause—and then a short voice message.

▶• ıll— “Are you sure you’re alright? Was there something else you wanted to say to me?”  

You could hear the smile in his words and you flushed upon the realisation that he must have seen your stupid three dots pop up and disappear constantly in the chat. You playfully hissed your own voice note back, 

▶• ıll— “Ohhh shut up, I just didn’t want to bother you!” 

Putting your phone down, you peeked over your divider and looked around to see if anyone else could hear you. It was fairly late in the office, way past usual business hours, so you could see some screens still lit up around the  space, but there wasn’t anyone near you.

Your phone pinged a few times, indicating new messages. Some more photos, but this time of more a familiar sight—the Midgar cityscape.

I’m back.

It had been awhile since he had left on his last mission. You were glad he was back safe, not that you’d tell him that now. You sent off a quick, mildly motion blurred snap of your desk and sent it off.

?

A question mark? A question mark to what? The photo wasn’t that blurry.

It’s my desk.

Are you still working? It’s late.

Ohhhh… You cringed; it was late. Honestly if you didn’t procrastinate with absolute loathing and low morale earlier in the day you probably could have been home already, but you couldn’t push through the negativity.

Yeah, its been a rough day.

You waited for a response, but none came. Sephiroth went inactive spontaneously during your conversations, so it wasn’t surprising. Instead you put your phone down and continued on a project that was behind on its deadlines. Technically all of them were behind, but this one you at least had the energy to push through for now.

An hour later your phone pinged a couple times. A photo of the elevator you used everyday to get to up to your floor and:

Time to leave.

You stared at the message, biting your lip. Even if you wanted to leave, there was still things to be done and—

Do I have to drag you out?

▶• ıll— “Okay! Alright! I’m packing up, hold your damn chocobos. I’m leaving now.”

Who knew Sephiroth could be so pushy? During the long elevator ride down to the lobby, you wondered if maybe he only showed this side of himself to people he trusted or cared about. The thought made your stomach flip.

It could also have been that people never really gave Sephiroth the opportunity to be himself. It was an upsetting thought. He was the 1st Class Soldier, a warrior that couldn’t be toppled, a man way above the norm. Untouchable. Distant. You knew what his public image was like, but still somehow you couldn’t fathom how people couldn’t consider that there was another side to him.

The side of him that you always got to see.

The same Sephiroth that you saw was waiting for you as the elevator doors opened. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He stood by the empty reception desk with his arms crossed, looking out the front entrance. When he heard your footsteps he turned to face you almost immediately. The man’s expression would have seemed stoic to others, but you recognised the warmth in his mako-infused gaze.

What if you were the only person he looked at that way? You held your smile steady even as your heart argued with your head to accept that maybe that’s what you really wanted.

It felt like Sephiroth’s gaze only intensified as you approached him. “...You look awful.” His voice was low, quiet, but still teasing. There was a chuckle in there too, somewhere in his deep tone. Sure you had heard it recently in the voice message, but it wasn’t the same as hearing him speak to you in person.

“That’s so mean, Seph. Not even a proper greeting for me? Wow.” Even though you were exhausted, you automatically matched his manner. “You look…” Oh, you couldn’t tell him how you really felt about how he looked. There were so many adoring and affectionate words, yet somehow still not enough. “...Like you?” You finally sputtered out after filtering all the other things that your mouth wanted to say.

The 1st Class Soldier gifted you with a short laugh and you struggled to hold back the burst of emotions that bloomed in your chest. “You are so mean to me.” This interaction wasn’t like the others. This didn’t feel like the light playful chats in the elevator. When did these interactions change? When did all the same words that you used to use before suddenly mean something different?

Sephiroth suddenly leaned closer towards you, a small smirk crossing his lips. “I am nice to you.” The way he spoke was next to a purr, “Did you want me to be mean?” It felt like the mako glow in his eyes brightened for a moment; he was close enough that you could see specks of the otherworldly green in his irises.

You wanted to die on the spot. He was not flirting with you, no matter how much it felt like it. No way. However, before you could stop yourself, you replied quietly. “...I like it when you’re nice to me.” The look on Sephiroth’s face melted into something else—something just as warm, just as intense, but something so much more genuine and it immediately scared you. Before he could say anything more you let out dismissive laugh. “Phew, I am a lot more exhausted than I thought. I-I should probably get home.”

Maybe the fear was reflected in your expression. Sephiroth fell back into his usual cool and stoic demeanor and you wanted to apologise—it was hard not to feel as though you had just ruined something important. Casual conversation you could navigate. This? What was this?

Of course you’d find a way to make a bad day worse. Of course you’d ruin a good thing. Of course you’d—

A large hand pressed into your lower back and guided you forwards, interrupting your downward spiraling thoughts. When you looked up at Sephiroth beside you, he simply watched and waited for you to take the lead. Nothing in how he looked at you had changed from when you had first exited the elevator. “There’s a car waiting for you outside.” That voice you so adored, was steady and warm and sure. Still the same.

Quietly you stepped outside with Sephiroth in tow. He opened the car door for you, nodding to the driver who did the same in return. You sat in the back seat, with the soldier leaning outside on the vehicle, looking in to make sure you were comfortable. 

“...Bye Seph.” You really did sound tired.

Sephiroth didn’t respond right away, but the silence wasn’t as heavy as the one inside the lobby. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. “Goodnight.” You knew there was something else he wanted to say, but he held his tongue. There was another pause before he shut the door for you.

You leaned back in your seat and let the butterflies run rampant in your belly, let the buzz run through your veins, let it hum through your body. You covered your hands with your face. It felt like there was still something left to say, a conversation left unfinished.

From outside the ShinRa building, Sephiroth watched as you were driven away out of sight. He stood there, holding what he really wanted to say to you in his throat.

It was frustrating for him to know he could physically conquer any fight, any conflict, except for whatever he could see going on in your eyes. Did you know that he could see you becoming more and more tired with each interaction you had? It frustrated him to no end knowing that people took advantage of you and your time and your efforts. Idiots. Fools. 

How could he put into words how you made him feel? Sephiroth was no good at words. He just wanted to keep you safe. He just wanted you not to be tired. He just wanted you to always smile when you saw him—a smile that said you were genuinely happy to see him. Not the 1st Class Soldier, but happy to see Sephiroth himself.

The man snapped out of his reverie as his phone pinged with a message. A voice note from you.

▶• ıll— “...I missed you, Sephiroth. Welcome home.”

Sephiroth stared at the screen of his phone.

And then he replayed the message, just to hear your voice again.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // 3 AM Thoughts

Notes// Late night moments with him- I sometimes can't or don't even want to sleep just because I wanna make a snack and binge on my fav stuff/ih

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{When you can't sleep}

Usually. Horropedia is a big night owl- he definitely would go all-nighters at times just to spend his only time on his favorite hobby after a long day of work. Relying on the art of coffee to keep him awake...

But of course, sometimes he does sleep at normal hours. Especially when you come over to stay over after a little indoor date or because you both just comfortably decided to.

Knowing yourself... there are times you get hungry at night and make chocolate pudding in the middle of the night- or using whatever you have that is still in the fridge.

But well... late night snacks at Joshua's is a different story-- at first, you're not even sure if is right to just raid someone's fridge like that. Last time you tried to make lunch for him, he tries everything to prevent you from moving a finger while being his "guest"-- well, that's a very too special treatment for a typical guest at his place 🤔

Nonetheless, you gotta.... nudge your boyfriend awake??? You took a second to contemplate before "screw it, I'm hungry and that's important-"/ih

"Babe."

You nudge Horropedia by the shoulder lightly. His arms are wrapped around you, asleep with his face half-buried in the pillow and glasses put away by the nightstand.

He doesn't respond the first time, merely twitching slightly while still muttering random things that sound incoherent, so you try again with more force.

"Babe," you raise your tone a bit while whispering. He then grumbles under his breath, slowly rousing from sleep.

"...What?" he asks, voice raspy before he takes one hard to rub his eyes a bit. What time is it...?

"I'm hungry," you tell him quietly, whispering not to break the tranquility of the night.

'What....?" He mutters, leaning on the back of your neck as he keeps his cheekbone laying on his pillow. Small groans can be heard as warm breath brushes over your nape.

"I'm hungry.... Food, please." you politely request him, but louder this time.

Horropedia wakes up a little bit more at your request. Blinking once or twice before pulling away to stare at the back of your skull for a moment. He frowns at you. Glancing at the clock on the wall, before giving you a slightly frustrated stare once more. Carefully reaching out his hand for his glasses through the dark before wearing them. His eyes can be vaguely seen as tired and in disbelief.

"At this hour...???" he asks dryly. "It couldn't wait until breakfast at least?"

You shake your head, knowing yourself very well that you'll go more edgy by the time the sun rises.

"No... I don't think l'Il be able to sleep." You sincerely say as in slight sorry tone, "I can make you your coffee, if you want...--"

He sighs as a response, but doesn't contest further. Instead, he presses a kiss to your cheek, and then one to your lips a bit lazily... seeming to want to feel its familiar softness one more time before stretching a bit.

"You're silly..." he says it fondly though his breath, and you beam up at him tiredly. I mean, he doesn't seem to mind it much.

He slips out of bed. "I'II just make you a snack that you like, okay?" he suggests through his remaining hiarse tone, "I gotta have to get myself a coffee too anyway... you silly menace of society-"

Before walking out of the room, he throws another playful glare as he says that, obviously intending to tease you.

You can only nod happily,

climbing out of the sheets after him.

___

{When he can't sleep}

Sometimes, he wants to sleep beside you. And there are times he struggles to sleep because he's too excited to see tomorrow with you. Thinking about all the things he reminisces... the things he wants to talk with you.

You can feel a pair of eyes staring through the pitch-black room, windows shut closes with curtains on and the door locked.

It almost sounds like a horror movie, the typical story about monsters underneath your bed... except that you is just your lover having this strange 3am thoughts while staring at you in your sleep. Laying beside you on his bed as you're trying to keep yourself warm... Horropedia has this nature of keeping the room cold with the AC on.

"So the killer was named William Afton, and his modus operandi was to abduct a child and hide their bodies in the fursuits of the animatronic performers. Afton was never caught, and the spirits of those victims melded with the Freddy's cast — which is why they seek vengeance in the fiction.---"

His feathery voice softly rambles on as he plays around your hair. Before shifting his tiny attention on your unattended fingers, brushing your palms in slow and small circular motion before carefully interwining its fingers with his.

His eyes shifting to different angles as his hand lightly motion around. Yet, his glance never fail to look away from your sleepy face for more than a second.

The only light present is the dim-lit dot that comes from his watch. His gun is put away on his desk from afar, sloghtly blinking whole it's charging. Your eyes go heavy by the slight soothing feeling of his hands tightly rubbing your scalp, as you snuggle more into the sheets.

"Mm..." That’s what you manage to say through your groggy voice, as if unconsciously making sure that you're listening to him. So the music of his chatty voice would never stop like a radiobox.

"While the story of the ghost children remains consistent with the Five Nights at Freddy's video game lore, there's an extra component in the movie. When Mike was younger, he watched his younger brother Garrett be kidnapped by an unknown assailant...---" Horropedia goes on as he starts pointing out the lore changes and additions to the fandom by the new horror movie. He goes on and on and on with the topic... from analisis to personal theories- until he notices the silence from you.

His heads slowly gets closer to your figure, which happens to be now in full sleeping mode. He sighs silently with a warm smile before planting a kiss on your forehead and softly booping your nose goodnight.

"We'll talk more when the sunrise comes, then."

The brunette declares quietly. He still cannot sleep... So he ends up smiling like a dork as he listens to your light snoring... until his eyes decide to rest once more.

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

FUCK!! I AM PISSED OFF!! I usually don't come here and talk about real life shit, but oh well, I'm pissed

Fucking hell, so basically...my job sucks cause my boss is a shit fuck. Tomorrow (19 Nov) is toitu te tiriti hikoi and I wanna go, cause I am Maori and this is a really big matter in Aotearoa.

And my fucking boss...wants me to come into work...

I messaged her saying i def will not be able to work tomorrow cause I'm attending the protest, but she said its too late for me to not come into work. The thing is...we don't open on a tuesday...and shes saying i already confirmed over all two days ago, i did no, i said i might be able to, but still just let me know and stuff.

AND SHE HASN'T EVEN TOLD ME WHAT DAYS IM WORKING THIS WEEK AND ITS ALREADY MONDAY!! SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME BY SUNDAY!!

So yeah, I'm mad fuck off

But fuck work, I'm attending the hikoi for te tiriti

No reira, tena koutou, tena koutou, tena koutou katoa

[mattysketchup]

teen romance

vb player!reader x lacrosse player!chris

a/n: most of my posts are based off of songs, but this song is soo scrum omd. i was thinking about a highschool au and this song immediately popped up in my head so here ig??? enjoy :)

warnings: swearing !!!

(masterlist) (pt.2)

it was a nice day in boston, the air warm and the breeze was nice. you were at your friend nicks house, just hanging out. "what do you wanna watch?" he asks, looking down at you. you guys were chilling in the living room, nick on the couch but you were sitting on the floor. "uhh i don't care, anything" you respond. "i'm lowkey so bored" he states, dramatically moving down to the floor to sit with you. "whats new?" you ask, turning to face him. "i don't know, i literally have such a boring life bro. what about you?" he says. "oh you know, school, volleyball, work. nothing really" you say as nick nods. there was something in your mind, something you absolutely could not tell anyone, especially not nick. lately, you've started to like chris as more than just a friend. you two aren't really close, but ever since nick introduced you to him you knew you wanted him.

you are snapped out of your thoughts when the door swings open and the sound of a duffel bag being tossed on the ground is evident. nick rolls his eyes and you both turn to look towards the door to see what was going on. it was chris who had entered, he had come back from a lacrosse game. he was sweaty and tired but he looked so good. "geez chris, calm the fuck down" nick sneers. "shut the fuck up nick." chris replies coldly. he grabs his stuff and goes to his room, matt entering the house shortly after. "don't mind him, he's pissed. hey" matt says, looking at you. "hey" you respond. you were really close to the triplets, seeing as your parents were friends. but you never knew why chris didn't like you, or at least you felt that way. "whats going on with him?" nick asked. "oh he just got red carded for fighting with some kid" matt sighs. "he cant play for the next three games" nick and i share a look.

chris was the team captain, seeing as he was the star attacker. "ohh damn" nick says. "yeah. hows volleyball goin'?" matt, grabbing his bag and putting it to the side while facing you. "pretty good, we have a game tomorrow" you state. "ah damn, i would watch but i have a game" matt says pursing his lips "ill come and support you girl" nick says smiling. "aww thanks nick" you smile. "alright, i gotta go shower but i'll catch you guys later" matt says, going upstairs. "bye" you and nick both say.

an hour had passed since matt and chris came home, and you and nick were still in the living room, binging brooklyn 99. chris walks down, hair still wet from his shower and in a different set of clothes. "whatcha watchin'?" chris asks the two of you, entering the living room. "this show, brooklyn 99. its y/n's favourite" nick says, his eyes never leaving the screen. "no way i love that show" chris states, sitting on the couch near you. nick knew chris hated the show with a passion, he didn't know why his brother was lying.

"chris don't you hate this-" nick starts talking, but chris cuts him off in an attempt to keep sitting next to you. "so y/n," he starts, turning to face you. "hows volleyball going?" you turn to face him. "pretty good, we have a game tomorrow and a tournament this weekend" you say. "ah shit, i might be there tomorrow, since y'know, i don't have lacrosse" he chuckles. "cool, see ya there" you smile brightly. "what uh, postion do you play" he asks nervously. "outside hitter" you respond. you had played since you were young and the sport meant a lot to you. "ah cool. so you like, kill the ball right? is that what your friends say?" he asks. "uh yeah i guess" you laugh at his ignorance of the sport.

"shoot nick my mom needs me home, i gotta go" you say, getting up. the two of you lived not to far away from each other. "i can walk ya home, if ya want" chris tells you. "uh sure, i'd like that. thanks" you smile. "'course" he says. "alright, bye nick, thanks for having me!" you call as you and chris leave the house. a little while into the walk, you ask chris something. "hey, chris" "yeah" he responds. "why'd you get red carded in your game? like, i know it was for fighting, but like why?" you ask. chris knew why. some dickhead on the other team had said something about you that just pissed him off. "uh i dunno, some kid was talking shit so i kinda threw my stick at him. really hard" he slightly chuckles. "ah i see." you say. "it was somethin' stupid, but i dunno i just..reacted so fast" he adds. "if you dont mind me asking, what did he say?" you ask, oblivious to the fact chris is missing his next three games for you. "he uh.." chris starts, not wanting you to know that. he knew the boy called you a "stupid slut", but you didn't need to know that. "he was just talking shit about my playing" it was a lie, but he was willing to fight for you.

"what happened to him?" you ask. "ah, i think he got a bloody nose and a concussion." chris says. "jeez, did you beat him with your stick?" you laugh. "maybe" he states, chuckling. the two of you reach your house quickly, putting an end to your conversation. "thanks for walking with me chris" you say, turning to face him on your driveway. "of course, anythin' for you" he smiles that damn smile that made girls go crazy. you feel butterflies in your stomach as he does so. "see ya tomorrow" you say. "see ya." you both walk in your separate directions, secretly swooning over one another.

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a/n: sorry if this sucks lol, i will be doing a part two thooo, send reqs of what yall wanna read

blessings and riches, tessa

[miss-ery-3]

i dont have much to report on weight wise, as i havent weighed myself since thursday, because i've been drinking alcohol and therefore i am retaining water

i can feel how i am all swelled up rn - my rings feel tighter than normally. i'll weigh myself again once the water retention goes down

but, ofc, i have even more stuff about my whole ✨love life situation✨

i am seeing my bf tomorrow, and i will tell him that i dont think our relationship is going that greatly, and then i'll take it from there. i dont really like to think too much about it, but i also feel more at peace w it - and i think my lil crush is a huge part of that. i really dont need anyone to tell me that i'm a horrible person - i am truly doing my best, both in terms of navigating my feelings and my relationship and my mental health. i'm really not in a good place right now, but at least i can kinda pretend, that my troublesome feelings are some fun new drama that i can share w my friends (you guys teehee)

if you don't care about my love life drama, then its totally ok. if you are, you're in for a treat (maybe idk)

lets call my crush-situation W

aight, so W and i talked all night thursday, and i have quite a lot to report about that night, and then a little about last night

my friend started talking about one time i had a ons w one of my friends, like 3 years ago, and i was quite embarrassed to talk about it. but the others laughed and idk, i figured it was fine. W switched between not laughing at all, just looking down at the table, and then awkwardly laughing a bit while looking at me, and then the table. i dont know what that means??? just as the conversation ended he was like "do u wanna go for a smoke" and then we went outside, and talked about other things.

we had been drinking and joking all night, and he decided to tell some group of girls sitting in the bar, that he and i are childhood friends (big lie, i've known him since summer). and i was like "aight, whatever" and then he lied and told them that i had written him tons of love letters when we were children. and i just laughed and lied and said "yeah haha, i was totally in love with you". when we left the bar, like 2 hours later, and we were all alone, i teased him about something we told the group of girls, and then he was like "yeah yeah whatever, i know that you'll just send me another love letter. you're like tooootally into me hahaha" and i was like "oh yeah, haha, totally. u got me" while walking away and laughing. i might just be fucking overthinking everything but also... why lie about writing love letters? there are much more embarrassing things (for me) he could've said. idk, help me

he texted his girlfriend throughout the night (i think) but looked quite annoyed/not happy whenever he did, and at some point he left the table for like 15 minutes (probably to talk to her). idk

he kept touching my stuff. like my cigarettes and my lighter, he would just sit with them and play with them. i found it quite cute, idk

OKAY, and then to last night (friday) i was in another bar last night, helping out, 'cause i kinda work there (ish, like, volunteer-work) and W was supposed to have a shift later in the evening

he calls me to tell me that he will be running late, 'cause he was at an event, and shit hit the fan, idk. then he asked me if i could cover for him, and i said that i for sure could cover for him. we only talked for 1,5 minute, but idk. my fucking hands went sweaty and i couldn't stand still. i don't think i've ever picked up that fast. uuuughhhhh i feel so weird. whatever

he showed up like 1,5 hours too late (but it was ok, 'cause there really wasn't much to going on), and went directly out to find me (i was smoking) to hug me and apologize for coming so late. then i kept feeling his eyes on me, and i could hear him mention my name a lot of the night

we ended up doing some cleanup together afterwards, and it was just... really nice. we have such a good time whenever we're together and i feel so comfortable around him. except for the part where i keep thinking about how hot i think he is and how want to give him a big old smooch. i had hoped to talk to him some more, but we both went home when cleanup was done, and idk. its fine

i have not been able to keep him out of my head all day. its truly torturous

[sujuimagines]

“No run today?”

“Oh, I’m going to the gym later. Don’t wanna overdo it.”

Jinae downed the second cup of coffee and made the wise decision to switch to decaf for her third. Minjee was eyeing her suspiciously. It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out what was going on. She knew Jinae was waiting for Mr. Iced vanilla latte. She would look her way and snicker every time the door bell announced a new customer.

Cursing under her breath when yet another female customer arrived, Jinae checked her phone only to see that she would be late for work if she didn’t leave now.

She glanced over at Minjee and her colleague, a young guy no older than 21. He was trying to convince her to offer coffee deliveries and that Minjee should pitch the idea to the store manager.

“I don’t know, we’ll see. Stay here while I go sort out the deliveries in the back, will you?”

The young guy saluted and Minjee rolled her eyes at him. Jinae realized she might not run into mystery man today and that he probably wasn’t worth getting yelled at by her boss for being late.

Just as she was gathering her stuff the door bell chimed again. She didn’t bother looking up and only stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a male voice ordering an iced vanilla latte.

Searching the crowd, she soon found him. He had his back turned to her and was constantly running his hand through his hair.

Jinae quickly grabbed her bag just as Minjee came back through the back door.

She stood next to Mr. Iced vanilla latte, shuffling her feet.

Minjee understood the cue and tried to talk the stranger into applying for a member card.

“… you’ll be getting a free coffee with ten purchases and get 5% off on our sandwiches.”, Minjee winked.

“Sorry. I’m not interested.”

“Sure. Sorry, here’s your coffee.”

“Well, it was worth a try.”, Minjee remarked as soon as the mystery man had left.

Jinae nodded absentmindedly, still thinking about the man’s voice. It was hoarse and breathy. It made her skin erupt in shivers. She had only dared to steal a fleeting look at him and was only able to see his side profile. She was mesmerized by his sharp jawline and perfectly sculpted nose. She could only imagine how captivating his eyes would be.

“I better get going if I want to have a job tomorrow.” Jinae said and waved Minjee goodbye, while the barista giggled, knowing Jinae would be back tomorrow morning.

~

“Where’s Hyukjae?” Aiden asked Young-soon as soon as he stepped into the room. He only called Spencer by his Korean name when he wanted something from him.

“Still in bed, I think.”

“Sounds about right. Can you tell him to find me in my office when he wakes up.”

The old woman nodded and pushed Aiden upstairs so he could take a shower and get ready for work.

In the bathroom, he undressed and took a look in the mirror.

A long scar was gracing the left side of his abdomen. He ran his hand over it, thinking about its origin. He had heard the story many times of how he got his scar. He was too young back then so he didn’t have any memories of it. He was relying on what his father and Young-soon had told him.

A snicker left his lips. It’s been a while since Aiden had thought about the man who took him in. He remembered every detail though. How his palms were sweaty and throat close when he got out of the car, a young boy, probably his age was standing by the door. When he saw his father approaching he charged at him, only stopping when he saw how his father was holding the stranger’s kid's hand.

Aiden and Spencer had a rough start, often they would get in a fight out of nowhere. Even though Aiden kept his head low, Spencer would always find a reason the start a fight. Only then would his dad intervene and side with Aiden, making his own son more jealous. When he was ten he learned that Spencer wasn't his biological son either. He had been brought in just a few weeks before Aiden arrived. But Young-soon insisted they both call him father since she knew it was important for then to have a father figure in their lives.

“You wanted to see me?”, Spencer poked his head through the door. His hair was still wet from the shower he took although he was already dressed in an expensive suit.

“Come in and close the door.”

Eventually the two young men learned to co-exist, even turned into friends, and finally into family. But that happened only after their dad passed away, so the old man never got to see them being close and getting along. Aiden always regretted that.

Spencer was playing with the keys in his pocket, waiting for Aiden to speak up. Just by looking at him, Spencer knew something was troubling him. Aiden was very zen, wouldn’t let his emotions show. Right in that moment his face told a whole story.

“Are you in trouble?”

“Me? No, never!”

Aiden crooked his index finger, beckoning Spencer to step in closer and shoved his phone in his face. Spencer read the message, all color draining from his face.

“What did I tell you about agitating Park Se-hoon? Why go and humiliate him in his own club? Why go out looking for trouble?”

“If you knew what he sa-”

“I know what he said and I don’t care.”

After their dad’s death, rivaling mafia gangs found out that neither Aiden nor Spencer were his biological sons. They went from envying the old man for having such loyal sons to mocking Aiden and Spencer for fulfilling their duties but getting the short end of the stick when it was time to split the inheritance. What shocked Spencer the most was that Aiden didn’t walk away with the majority of the wealth their father had accumulated. Spencer knew very well Aiden had always been the favorite. It didn't bother him when people talked, but knew that Aiden took these comments to heart.

Aiden never cared about money though. He was thankful that the old man took him in when he needed a home and wanted to pay him back no matter what.

“Go find Park Se-hoon and apologize.”

“But I-”

“I don’t care. I want this feud over!"

It was Aiden's wish to stop with the shady business, getting involved with crooks or illegal trades. A year ago they paid all their workers a hefty amount of money so they could quit and still be able to care for their families. Only Young-soon stayed, claiming that without her the boys would probably starve. Aiden even convinced Spencer to donate a lange part of his inheritance so the two could start making money the honest way.

But old habits die hard, as they say, and Spencer had always been a troublemaker.

"I'll contact his people."

Spencer knew not to go against Aiden's wishes, but more so, him and Young-soon thought that the reason Aiden was doing all of this was so that he could approach a woman earnestly and start a relationship. And they would for sure support him with that.

The next morning, at 6 a.m sharp, Aiden went out for his morning run. Choosing the same route every day, he pretty much encountered the same people. Some went on a run just like him and some walked their dogs. He knew all their faces albeit not knowing any of their names. But today something was different. He felt uneasy, as if he was being followed. He would turn his head again and again, checking if someone was running behind him.

When he realized his shoestrings had gotten loose, he stopped by a park bench and fixed them. Catching a glimpse at his watch, he saw that he had been out for an hour already and decided to turn around and head back home.

The second he turned, he collided with another person.

The short woman gasped when she ran into him, her tiny hands pressed against his pecs. She bounced back and would've fallen backwards if Aiden didn't grab her waist and stabilize her.

It was then that they locked eyes, and Jinae realized who she bumped into.

"I'm so sorry, I wa-"

"It's not your fault.", Aiden cut in, enunciating every syllable. It felt like time was standing still.

He tried to tear his gaze away from her, but found it impossible to do. Her amber eyes were mesmerizing, so he wanted to look at them as long as he could.

Only when Jinae cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in Aiden's embrace, he slowly allowed his hands to fall on each his sides.

"Sorry.", he panted, as if he had been holding in his breath this entire time. And maybe he did.

Jinae giggled, amused by Aiden's bashfulness.

"I actually saw you yesterday. At that coffee place nearby."

Not sure were the bravado came from, Jinae decided to try and get into a conversation with the stranger. Normally she wouldn't have, but she could sense that he was different. He was good.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you."

"That's okay, we might bu-"

"I have to go. Excuse me."

Aiden stormed off, leaving a dumbfounded Jinae behind. Instinctively she reached for her phone, checking her reflection in the selfie camera. She looked fine, so why did he leave so abruptly?

With a broken spirit she walked to the coffee shop, Minjee already waiting for her with her order.

"You're lucky, Iced vanilla latte hasn't come in yet."

"And he probably won't either. I bumped into him in the park earlier, like literally bumped into him. I thought I could strike up a conversation but he couldn't wait to leave."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"I mean, what was I thinking? Bumping into me probably didn't leave the kind of impression it left on me."

~

Aiden shut the door firmly behind him, panting irregularly. Young-soon walked by and noticed that he seemed to be in distress.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, fine."

"You're sweating."

"I was out running. It's normal."

Aiden couldn't get away from Young-soon fast enough. That woman had a sixth sense, no one could ever fool her, and Aiden wasn't ready to answer any questions.

"Who did you run into?", Spencer called after him as they passed each other on the stairs.

"I was jogging!", Aiden yelled out, leaving both Spencer and Young-soon bewildered.

"What happened?", Spencer then asked Young-soon.

"I don't know yet, but I will find out!"

Spencer laughed, kissing the old woman's cheek. "Tell him I'll be back later. Oh, and I'll have my phone turned off, so tell him not to worry either."

"You'll be careful?"

"Always."

"And don't do dumb things!"

"That I can't promise."

Young-soon shook her head and closed to front door. "Now back to you Mr. Secretive. What rattled you so early in the morning?"

She approached Aiden's room, waiting a few seconds before she knocked on his door.

"Come in."

"Where's Spencer?", he asked as soon as he saw Young-soon.

"Out. Won't be back until tonight. His phone is shut off, too. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"

"What are you talking about? I have something I wanted to ask him."

"Boy! Who are you trying to fool?"

Aiden chuckled. Of course she would sense something was off. He was able to keep secrets from Spencer and even his father, but Young-spoon? One look from her and he would sing like a canary.

"You'd make a great detective."

"I am. Now tell me what happened."

"Nothing, I just went out running like every morning."

"Did you meet someone?"

"No." Aiden’s eyes darted across the room expertly avoiding the woman’s piercing gaze.

Young-soon’s eyes narrowed. She knew she was this close to getting to the truth.

"Did you run into someone?"

"Define ‘running into’."

"Did someone recognize you? An adversary? No, you wouldn't freak out about an adversary disturbing your morning run. You bumped into someone. A girl?"

Aiden rolled his eyes, and Young-soon clapped exitedly.

"You bumped into a girl?"

"I literally rammed her. She might have gotten a concussion if I hadn't grabbed and steadied her."

"What's her name?"

"Didn't ask. I ran back here like I've encountered the devil."

Young-soon broke out in laughter. So much so that Aiden felt the need to cover his ears.

"You've always been shy around girls, but I thought, well I had hoped it would disappear as you got older."

"Looks like it didn't."

"That's a shame. So you got no name and no number."

"She said she saw me getting coffee yesterday."

"Now that's something! The place you go to every morning?"

Aiden shook his head, knowing exactly what Young-soon was scheming.

"Don't lie to me. You've been raving about that coffee so much, even I went there once or twice to check it out. That's good then, since you're going there every day you might run into here again!"

Laughing in satisfaction, Young-soon closed the door as she left Aiden's room, counting down the hours before Spencer would come back so she could share the news with him.

>>> part 3

[scarletwritesshit]

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms ❀ June 20th, 2013

A Thursday night in the middle of the week…Yosuke was still lying awake on his phone, despite having to go to work the next day. You only knew that this was the case because you too, were laying wide awake at such an hour. Despite not having the same obligations as him the following morning, you were still ultimately, no better than he was. In a way, despite the decision to stay up being of your own will, he still held a part of the blame for your wakefulness.

It was apparent that over the past few days, something has been weighing quite heavily on Yosuke’s mind. Did you have a clear answer as to what that something was yet? Unfortunately, no. The only hints that you had was the occasional side comment made in the midst of a conversation.

From what you could gather, it was something about friends and abandonment issues and other stuff of that sort. No big deal, he would always claim, but it often times lead to some late-night conversations. Tonight was no exception. Things started off as nothing more than a quick chat before bed. That “quick chat” had been going on for about two hours.

Tiredness was beginning to overtake you, but you didn’t want to abruptly ditch him in the middle of a conversation. Every time there was more than a few minutes in between responses, you’d think that maybe, he at long last, fell asleep. And so, you would allow yourself to slowly drift to sleep yourself, until you were somewhat woken up by the ringtone going off alerting you of a reply. The cycle would repeat; back and forth between two considerably tired people who simply could not bear to leave the other hanging.

You wondered if he even understood half of the nonsense manifested from your fingers. An exhausted person was in no position to provide any form of solid, logical advice, but you were trying your best regardless. Any person in their right mind would opt to wait until the morning or afternoon to resolve any sort of problems, aided with a clearer mind.

But you two were best friends. Logic got completely thrown out the window.

Don’t you have work tomorrow? you texted back.

You truthfully didn’t want to stop talking to him. Even if it were only for the night, it was the last thing that you wanted to happen. More importantly, however, you didn’t want him to fall ill from sleep deprivation, and were more than willing to sacrifice a few minutes of talk if it meant for the sake of his wellbeing.

yeah but i cant sleep anyways so it doesnt matter

Staring at your phone doesn’t help.

Like you were one to talk. Staring at your phone had no advantages for you either.

neither does blankly staring at my wall

Trying to sleep would be better for you regardless

but i dont wanna stop talking to you

too much on my mind

wayyy too much on my mind

Like what

Is it the stuff that’s been bothering you all week

This could be a prime chance for you to weasel an answer as to what was bringing him down so badly. Perhaps it was just a little wrong to use his tiredness to your advantage to try and figure out what has been bothering Yosuke. In all fairness, he did bring the topic up himself first. And you were sort of at a loss as to how to help him.

eh

longer than this week tbh

Longer? Did something else happen

no its the same stuff i guess

You guess?

mhm

idk how to tell you man

but ive just been worried that youll leave like everyone else

same nonsense

I have no intention of leaving. I promise.

But did something bring this up?

its nothing

im just really tired i guess

Can’t be nothing if you’re still awake over it

But please get some rest. At least for tonight.

You’re gonna be exhausted and miserable tomorrow if you don’t

You turned the screen of your phone off and laid it on your chest. It was late into the month of June. For Yosuke, this was the season of his birthday. It was a time where you would expect him to be happy, overjoyed even. Ironically enough, it could have been the one thing that was bringing him down after all.

The more that you thought about it, the more that it seemed like a logical explanation.

It was supposed to be a time of bringing together all of his friends to celebrate himself.

What friends, though?

Almost the entirety of your group had long since parted ways completely as Inaba calmed down and time marched on. It was of no fault of one or another, as fate had long since planned different paths for each of his friends to tread. Time and again, he would claim to be fine, but it was apparent that the loneliness was getting to him hard.

He wasn’t actually "used to it." Without a doubt, Yosuke was hurting deeply inside. As good as the intentions in your heart might have been, it wasn’t something that could be amended overnight, or even at all. Regardless, there was no way that you were going to give up on him. Somehow, you had to convince him that even though everyone else had broken contact, you had no plans of doing such yourself.

You checked your phone one last time. No response. You could only hope that he ultimately decided to give it a rest and fall asleep, or that the tiredness finally overcame him. At least tomorrow was Friday, but that was still another day of working that Yosuke had to survive. Oh so close to the weekend, yet just barely out of reach…

There was one remaining option for you to lift his spirits just in time for the weekend, and even beyond that. An opportunity that you have been silently chasing for so long may be closer than you thought. No more of this “waiting for the right moment.” For the sake of you both, one of you was going to have to take the first step forward. And if Yosuke seemingly had no plans to do it, nobody else but you could take the initiative.

You put your phone aside on the nightstand and stared blankly at the ceiling in the dark as you carefully sorted through your thoughts. No, caution was what caused such a delay in the first place. The longest you were willing to wait now would be until after he was free from the grips of Junes.

In a sea of pink blossoms, understand those before you and flourish as the purple as you are. It was as clear as day what action you needed to take. Show him that you would never leave him, and that you meant it.

Content with your plan of action, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to, at long last, drift off to sleep.

[wearethekingdom]

okay so I know we’ve caught up a bit but honestly, I feel like I don’t know much about how things have been with you lately and I feel bad low key :( because I’d really like to know about your life! so, what’s new with you? Doesn’t have to be anything big, but just, how’s life been lately? Are you on summer break? (I don’t know how things work outside of America </3) Have you seen any new movies or read any books or played any video games lately? This is an invitation to info dump about literally anything that interested you lately too btw :3

Omg hey bro so how you fix the problem is by messaging me /lh like if you just wanna talk about your and my life then you can message me asking and stuff, I have a friend on here and we literally just chat about our lives for like 4 hours at a time

ummmm so I went to sleep away camp or whatever ygs call it in the US for 3 weeks, its an Irish spoken one so you know I ate that up, volunteered for the youth club camp and lost a child at a theme park while doing so (we found him, he was fine) and got some horse riding back in cuz I missed out on like 5 weeks of training lol

With movies I haven't watched a whole lot cuz I've literally had like. No time. I'm seeing the Kneecap movie tomorrow with my bf which I'm very excited about and I'm gonna see I Saw The TV Glow on Monday with some friends even though it's showing kind of late at the cinema (7:45pm), tbh I'm going in completely blind with but people say it's good so I'm simply just going to watch it. I've also rewatched alot of matt damon movies because why wouldn't I? I'm still his number one fan, currently watching The Martian as we speak which I've never actually watched before, kind of disturbing but it's okay because again, it's matt damon!

What I said all those months ago about my partner will need to fight for me when it comes to matt damon? I still hold to it. Guess who my bf looks like 😐 you will never guess its totally unpredictable 😐

I have readdd The Twelfth Day of July by Joan Lingard, it's a book about this guy and girl and the guy is a cath and the girl is a protestant and how they hate eachother and its really good, I love it a lot. I also read all of Diane Olivers short stories while at irish camp, they're really good and I totally reccomend her stuff, I think you would like some of her more scary short stories, a lot of her stuff is unpublished though cuz she was died at age 22 and she really needs more recognition, like when I looked up her most famous story I couldn't even find her other stuff at all.

Games I played Alan Wake about this guy (who is an author) who goes on holiday to this island and his wife goes missing so Alan has to investigate it while this story that he doesn't even remember writing becomes a reality, there's a second one I just haven't played it yet. I played The Quarry about a group of young adult camp counsellors who have to stay one day extra before they get to go home but there's creepy stuff on the property that wants to kill them and it's so good my fave character is my profile picture, we love Dylan Lenivy.

THENNN I played A Way Out with my brother set in the same prison as Shawshank Redemption, these 2 criminals set a plan to escape prison and get their revenge on the guy who murdered one of the mens brothers and well the other one kind of gives away the whole story so I won't go into detail on that one but it's depressing, it's a little disturbing and you get attached to Leo and Vincent the main guys.

Ive just been chilling this last month before school starts again and hanging out with my friends, I was going to go to NI for a while but there's protests and people setting streets on fire so I'm not going anywhere near there for now.

But yeah that's my life, you should totally reblog this with your telling of your life I would love to hear about it!!!

[x-ceirios-x]

letters: emma and jensen

a handful of letters/fire messages between jensen ashfair and his friend emma carstairs. takes place between the end of city of glass and the beginning of city of lost souls

Emma,

Sorry I haven’t been answering your letters. Things here are still crazy. I feel terrible all the time. Mom’s trying her best to cheer me up, but I can see she’s upset too. I slept in her bed with her the other day—I think it made us both feel better. 

Thanks for checking in. 

- Jensen

— —

Emma,

Mom says she thinks its a good thing for me to talk to you some more. I want to, I guess I don’t know what all to say. Life’s not too interesting right now, just a lot of Rowan and Dad fighting. Alec’s on vacation with Magnus which is super cool, I wish I was on vacation. Maybe one day, I can come visit you in LA! That would be fun, right?

I’m gonna go back to reading my comic books now. It’s good to hear from you. Mom says thank you, too. 

- Jensen

— —

Em,

How are things in LA? I hope they’re good. Thanks for asking about the comics. I’ve been reading this Spiderman series that I think is super cool! I really like that Spiderman could be anybody behind the mask. Maybe I could be spiderman one day. That sounds lame. Ignore that. 

I’m still missing Max but I had dinner with Jace and Clary and Izzy last night. I think Rowan was at Simon’s house. They seem to spend a lot of time with him lately, which is funny, because I think he’s dating Izzy. They hang out a lot, though, and I think Rowan has a crush on him. You can’t tell anyone that, though!! Please. Rowan will kill me. 

Dinner was good. Dad cooked, and he made this chili stuff that he says Uncle Patrick can’t eat cause it’s too spicy. I think it’s funny. I’m gonna write to Aline and see if he’s messing with me and trying to make me laugh or if he’s being serious. 

I found out from Mom today that Dad likes to draw. I didn’t know that. I asked and he didn’t say much about it, but maybe that’s where I get the steady hand from. Clary says when I draw runes it doesn’t hurt so much. Don’t you have a friend that likes to draw? Maybe he could teach me one day.

It’s late where I am right now. I should probably go to bed soon, Jace said he’s gonna take me out for training tomorrow morning. I don’t feel like running, maybe he’ll let me climb for a bit. I like climbing. 

Say hi to the Blackthorns for me.

- Jensen

— —

Emma,

I’m worried about Jace. He seems really closed off lately. No one really wants to tell me what’s going on, which is fine, but I’ll ask him about it later, maybe. Everyone’s off at that party for Luke and Jocelyn tonight, which is cool, but I didn’t really wanna go even if I was invited. 

Otherwise, things seem okay. I think my dad and Mom are hanging out a lot lately, and that Andy girl is third-wheeling a lot. Andy is Jace’s sister, I guess (Jace has a sister, it’s not Clary, it’s a whole thing. I don’t even know anymore, I just stopped asking). She’s an adult though, so I guess she’s helping Mom. 

I forget if I ever explained this. Mom and Dad aren’t actually together. Mom is Maryse, who isn’t “technically” my mom, but she’s Mom. Y’know? Dad is my actual dad. It’s strange, but I call the Lightwoods family too. Kinda like you and the Blackthorns, right? I think family is whoever you decide to annoy for the rest of your life. 

I hope things are good. I like the picture you sent with the last letter with the palm trees—things are getting colder here and all the trees lost their leaves. I wish it was 70 again, not below freezing when it gets dark out. Visiting sounds better every day. Maybe with some convincing, we can get Mom to bring me for a few days. 

- Jensen

Jen,

I think a visit sounds great! Maybe I’ll talk to Julian’s dad and the parents can work something out. Let me know! I don’t envy your weather right now, the sunshine feels amazing. It NEVER rains here though. You might have to get used to the dry heat. It sucks. We’ll take you to the beach sometime. 

That’s funny about your mom and dad. I don’t have that, but Julian’s dad is pretty cool. I think you just collect moms like crazy. You’ve gotta have at least two, is there any others you haven’t told me about?

Sorry things are stressful, but I’m glad you’re doing better. Things are good here, too. Not much different in my life, but you guys in New York seem to have something different going on every week. Keep me in the loop—I’m rooting for you!

With love,

Emma Carstairs

— — 

Jen,

Hope you’re doing okay. I haven’t heard from you lately. There’s some council meeting happening soon and Helen is going to that with Julian and the Blackthorns. I dunno what it is. I’m gonna see if I can go so I can see you! It’s been too long. I’ll keep this short so I can tell you all about life when I get there. 

With love,

Emma Carstairs

— —

Jensen, where are you? I know this won’t go through, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Everyone’s trying to find you. Just hold on a little for me. 

With love, 

Emma

[dausy]

I attempted a circus elephant. Didn't quite turn out like I wanted but alls good.

I had a horrible headache since Thursday evening and its finally given way this late morning. I was over it but once it wore off I was able to do a lot of stuff. The weather was great today. I walked outside in a skirt and I was actually warm. Just a couple days ago I was layering up still. I don't think the weather will last. Last year there was a snow storm around this time of year so I'm sure its false spring. I think I do get a bit of seasonal depression. I like cozy cold of Thanksgiving and Christmas but once the holidays are gone I was hot weather now.

I purchased a jean jacket which I've never had before that I can ever remember and I purchased a couple base layer summer dresses to layer with it. I hope they don't look dumb is all. I'm ready for farmers markets and brunch and sitting outside in the warm weather.

I did a lot of backyard work. I mean I guess it looks better but Im no landscaper. I think my neighbors were looking at me weird as I was mowing the lawn. All the grass is flattened and dead and its possible its not even grass but just a web of weeds. But I was using the mower as a leaf vacuum to try and pick up all the leaves rather than rake them. I did rake a good 10 bags of leaves but I don't have enough room in my dumpster. There was also a dead bird D: I had to pick it up. Probably gonna be bugs everywhere soon. I honestly think tomorrow Im just going to buy a ton of soil and grass seen and cover the entire yard. Im aware Im moving this year but I cannot let the sticker/goathead get out of control like it was when we moved in. My dog needs the back yard.

I have some weird work drama too. I always wanna talk about it but Im afraid of privacy issues. My boss bought us sub sandwiches for lunch a few days ago and I ended up being forced to take them all home. Ive been eating cold cut subs for the past 3 days (maybe thats why I have a headache). I gave some to the gate guards and my dog walkers family. Still had a bunch remaining. My dog walker is moving too btw in a couple months T_T my husband should be back by then but still. She said she has a replacement for me if I need it.

I've also posted this everywhere bragging on my spouse. He really did call me several weeks ago like "uhhh can you show me your Lion King collection I think I made a mistake" he knows I like TLK products and collect them but he's as clueless about my collection as I am if he asked me to buy him a gun. Like Idk what to buy. I guess its a little different because I own..a lot...and none of it is on display because we've moved so much the past couple years. So I had to take him into my closet and show him my breakables based on the boxes. I knew he found something online. I just wasnt sure which one it was.

Ive briefly scoured the internet for some sort of TLK 30th anniversary anything and havent found much. So this was a surprise to me. I would have found it eventually (and probably real soon) so he's lucky he got it to me. It was a very nice gift. It looks beautiful on my computer desk. I wish I had some of my other figures out but they'd just have to go in boxes again in a few months. One of these days I'll get a display case.

[editorialsonlife]

taking the time off from work was a v good call. I also spent 2 days on a leadership course last week and.. oofff. it was rough. None of us were fully prepared for what we walked into there which was probably for the best but it's part one of a three part course and this module is all about leading yourself, and a deep dive into an assessment called Lifestyles Inventory which looks at your default personality settings when you get into conflict or hard situations and then looking at triggers and habits and rewards and it was just a whole deep dive into a lot of stuff with an overwhelm of information and like, it was really really good and I enjoyed it but it was also like, 2 days of group therapy lol and just A. LOT.

And a bit ruthlessly (for me anyway, considering everything else that has been going on mental health wise as of late) you do an assessment of your satisfaction in all the different areas of your life and the moment and yeah, it kinda hurt to put it on paper and see where things are at right now. good, but painful.

off the back of that, and several conversations with v good, life long friends I've made the call to go on antidepressants (and pls know I have zero issue with other people taking them and have actively encouraged people to take them this is my own BS mental programming for myself and the stupid standards to which I hold myself) and like, it feels so much like admitting defeat and giving up. and I know, I KNOW its not that realistically. but fuck does it ever feel it.

and since I've given myself permission to admit just how much things suck right now, and how much they have sucked for a while, its just a lot of feelings and awfulness and there's nothing quite like seeing a 21/27 score for depression and 15/21 for anxiety to be like, oh yep its time to throw something else at this and get on with this. So I'm off to the GP on Thursday to talk about it. He basically wanted to put me on them the first visit I made to him but I didn't want to and I commend him because the discussion was v reasonably, take the time off work, see how you're feeling after that and we'll revisit it then which I really appreciated. so this is just the next step in the plan and we'll go from there. I won't start them for a couple of weeks regardless just because of the holiday stack (currently in Taupo with the girls for a long weekend and then off to sydney in 8 days for a friend's birthday) and then when I'm back from that I have a solid 6 week stretch at home before melbourne with dave to start them and hopefully settle a bit as well.

In the meantime, I woke up at 445 which is just too early, and today is a v flat day, and I need to rally coz we have walks and brunch and hot pool plans and I don't wanna be a downer for everyone so rally I must. home tomorrow, then work on wednesday and a wfh day thursday while I have counselling and GP appointment and then friday in the office as well. it'll be fine.

I have more thoughts about the leadership course but I will share those later coz other people are now up and about.