#darling it’s 11am please I’m already crying

[nicoscheer]

[bbugyu]

So since it’s Jeonghan that affects you it seems that I can talk about Shua then 😌.

I hope you don’t mind love.

I mean it’s just I feel like Joshua would be the type who’d run his hands along your thigh while his breath was on your neck, nipping slightly at it while he confesses all the things he’s going to do to you, and then he’d proceed to grab your hands and pin them over your head, cooing you softly to look at him so he can see your face before he ultimately ruins you.

I hope you’re having a great day ^^

MONET IM GONNA FUCKING BLOCK YOU IT IS 11AM

you don't even know how long he's had you there, hands over your head and pinned to the pillow, your hips squirming as he pushes his clothed erection against you. and all you can do is whine and beg while he tells you exactly how he's going to ruin you. you're practically crying from frustration, the friction he's giving you enough to make you cum on the spot but you know he'll punish you if you do anything without his permission, especially before he's even gotten your pants off.

"needy, darling?" he would ask sweetly, in a tone that was more suited for meeting your parents than it was for your current activities. he has one hand on your wrists, the other skating down your hip. "do you want me to continue?"

you desperately say yes, hoping for his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything, and he just smirks as he nips at your ear.

"how do you feel?"

you whined, back arching to press your chest against him as he rolls his hips into yours again. "please, fuck, joshua, i'm so close already."

"are you gonna wet your pretty panties, baby?" he muttered against your neck. "are you gonna cum before i even get to play with you?"

"god," you groan against him when he bites at your lower lip. "yes."

"dirty girl," he chided, smiling at your gasp when he rolls his hips again and your fingernails dig into the back of his hand. he kisses you as you whine, and you cum on the spot when he grinds his hips against yours again, leaving you panting and bleary eyed. he lets you catch your breath, his hand leaving your wrists, and you immediately let your arms fall around his neck.

"now that you're ready," he said darkly, hands running under your shirt. "let's get started, shall we?"

[bluesfortheredj]

A spanner in the works.

Your forehead is resting on the cold, hard kitchen table and the warm breath passing through your open lips is making your face hotter than it already is; it’s an uncomfortable position but the thudding pain in your head is even worse than your current pose so it’s the lesser of two evils right now and there’s something comforting about being curled over while feeling so ill. The last time you looked at the clock it was something past 3 in the morning and you’d escaped the bedroom as quietly as possible so as to not wake Gwilym from his much needed sleep. You were hoping that the tablet you’d taken when you got to the kitchen would work it’s magic on your migraine and you’d be feeling fine for the day ahead but it was looking less likely with each passing second of excruciating pain.

“(Y/N)?” Gwil whispers groggily from the doorway, “are you alright?”

You’re unable to lift your head so you give him a thumbs down and a groan of pain to go along with it, then you hear him sigh sadly before feeling him take a seat next to you.

“Do you want anything?” he asks quietly as he places a hand on top of yours.

The response is a slow shake of your head from side to side on the hard wood and he grimaces at the thought of your head rolling about on the rough surface.

“Lift your head darling, please,” he encourages, squeezing your hand.

You groan again as you slowly lift it up, squinting into the dim light coming from the hallway, and he can see the large dark circles underneath your eyes that indicate it’s a particularly bad attack.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he pouts, “sweetheart, come to bed.”

“I can’t...” you begin, unable to finish your sentence.

“I’ve got you.”

He stands up then squats next to you and scoops you from the chair as you manage to move your arms up and around his neck, then he carries you gently up the stairs and back into the bedroom where he carefully places you down onto the mattress and rushes to turn off the landing light. You soon drift off to leave Gwil alone with his thoughts, and he opens up his bedside table drawer to lift out a small box that was meant to be the main focus of tomorrow. His eyes move from the burgundy velvet box over to your face which was etched with pain even in sleep and he flicks the lid open to check the ring is still there before shutting it quietly and placing it back in the drawer. He couldn’t help but feel a deep disappointment at your plans for the day being thrown into jeopardy by one of your migraine attacks, but he knew that you’d be feeling just as down about it even though you hadn’t a clue as to the real reason for your outing.

“Gwil?” you croak out in the darkness.

“Yes love?”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise before drifting off again but seconds later.

Gwilym smiles to himself at your slurred sorry then leans over and kisses the side of your head delicately, “don’t be darling,” he whispers.

The next morning you wake to find an empty spot next to you in bed and your arm glides over the space lazily as you try to focus your thoughts and clear the fog that had gathered around your brain from last night’s painful interruption of sleep. When your eyes decide to finally sharpen for a brief moment you see the clock already reading 11am, and you pout sadly at the thought that you should be sipping coffee in central London with the love of your life instead of stuck in bed feeling like shit. As if he knows what you’re thinking, Gwil pops his head around the door and opens it fully when he sees that you’re now awake.

“Hey you,” he smiles, “how are you feeling?”

He perches himself on the edge of the bed as his fingers weave their way through your tangled hair, smoothing it and tucking it behind your ears as he goes, and you give him a weak smile back along with a shaky thumbs up.

“I’m sorry I’ve ruined our day,” you sigh, “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.”

Today was meant to be for the two of you to do things you hadn’t for a while; get a morning coffee, stroll the streets of London, go to the cinema, and then top it off with a meal at the beautiful restaurant Gwilym had taken you to on your first date. The romance of it all had you weak at the knees, and the dizzy heights of love must have been the cause of this particular migraine.

“It doesn’t matter,” he reassures, pausing his movements through your hair so he can stroke his thumb along your cheek, “we’ll do something tomorrow when you’re feeling a little better, yeah?”

“It won’t be as good as today was going to be though, will it?”

“Of course it will! I’ll be spending it with you, so what on earth makes you think it won’t be as good?”

“You’re too nice to me,” you blush, bringing a hand up to your face and covering your eyes shyly.

His lips turn up into a grin that shows off his pearly whites and you melt at the sight from behind your fingers, “I’ll make you some toast,” he says as he takes your hand away from your face and kisses the back of it.

You spend most of the day either laying in bed or laying on the sofa watching him type away at his laptop and staring at the screen intently, and by nightfall you’re just about feeling ready for a small outing the next day.

Gwilym’s still fast asleep when you wake earlier than usual thanks to the naps and rest you got the previous day, and you manage to shower and dress before he even opens an eye lid. He finds you downstairs on the sofa with a plate perched precariously on your lap as you watch the telly, and it takes you a moment to realise he’s there from how much concentration it’s taking you to listen to what’s going on and process it inside your still lagging brain.

“So where do you fancy going today then?” he asks when you finally turn to see him.

“I was thinking the Tate Britain, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to of course, I just don’t think I can handle coffee, a huge cinema screen, and any rich food today,” you laugh, grimacing a little as you place a hand on your stomach, “we’re a little delicate this morning.”

“Sounds perfect,” he sighs happily, “I’ll get ready.”

He bounds down the stairs less than an hour later, shoves some toast into his mouth, then drags you out to the car in an excited whirlwind and you’re left laughing at his enthusiasm as he helps you with your seatbelt. No words are uttered during the drive but the radio fills any silences and you both end up dancing to the same songs when you hit a spot of traffic which says more than any sentence could. Luckily there’s plenty of space to park outside the gallery on a Sunday and you’re soon clambering out of the car and making your way inside hand in hand. It’s exciting; you hadn’t been here in a long time, and it was the perfect remedy for your spoiled Saturday with a nice calm atmosphere where you could take your time wandering around the galleries. Your hands refuse to let go of one another as you make your way around the first part, and wherever he goes you do to until you move into the next space and a David Hockney catches your eye. Gwilym hangs around on the other side of this room, watching you carefully as he stays out of your eye line and simply enjoys the way you inspect every single detail inside the picture, then he taps his pocket to make sure the little box is still tucked away safely before he makes his way over to you.

“There you are!” you whisper excitedly as you link your arms around his nearest one to you and cuddle it close so you can rest your head on his coat, “if you had to pick one work of art from this room to have in our house, which would you choose?”

“Are we art thieves now?” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Maybe...” you reply with a cheeky grin.

“Well then… I’d better make it a good choice,” he hums, looking around the room and guiding you both to the lone bench in the middle, “right… okay… I’d go with Scylla over there.”

“A conversational piece, of course,” you nod, “something you can judge a person by when they say what they see in the image.”

“You know me too well.”

You shuffle closer to him on the bench and rest your head on his shoulder with a contented sigh, and the two of you stare at the wall of paintings in front of you in a blissful silence until you feel Gwil rooting around in the pocket of his coat, and he takes a quick glance around the room to make sure you’re both alone before he breaks the peacefulness with a deep breath.

“(Y/N)...” he says, almost nervously which makes you lift your head to see if he was okay, “I, uh… I have a question...”

“I’d steal R.B.K.” you grin as you nod towards the brightly coloured painting adjacent to the two of you, “it reminds me of waiting for you to come home when you’ve been away for a while; me, the blue figure staring out of the window as I wait for my love to return, signified quite aptly by the red heart.”

Gwil smiles as you drag your eyes away from the painting towards his face, and he can no longer keep the words inside, “will you marry me?” he blurts out, bringing his other hand in to view with the now open ring box clutched in his palm.

You flinch back from him but your arm stays linked with his and you glance from his hand to his face at least five times before opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water as your brain tries to process what’s going on. Tears prick your eyes as you realise this beautiful man in front of you wants to actually spend the rest of his life with you, and a gasp finally makes its way up into your throat.

Gwilym looks at you anxiously as the seconds seems to drag on like minutes, “you don’t-”

“Yes!” you half laugh, half cry, “yes I will. Of course I will. Are you sure?”

He laughs as he too begins to tear up a little, “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

You shake your head in disbelief as he gets the ring out of the box, takes your hand, then slips the silver band down your finger until it lands safely at the base, and you’re both left staring in awe at the piece of jewellery that now sits where it’s meant to be. The gallery is still as quiet as when you walked in, not a soul around you as you soak in the sheer joy you’re both feeling, and you tilt your head up to kiss his waiting lips before cuddling into his side once more; the two of you now wearing the giddiest of grins.

Gwilym proposing. That’s it that’s the plot. I trust you to do it however you want! That’s my request, write how you wanna be proposed, make it with Gwil (and cute pls)

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[kisskissbadguys]

My Best Friend-Jericho. Part Six.

LONDON I got a nice 10 hours sleep before I got up at 11am and I was feeling so refreshed but then I remembered I pretty much completely ignored Seth when getting off the coach yesterday and didn’t say a word to him and I had never felt as bad as I do right this second. I got myself out of bed and headed over the mirror after getting changed and then doing my makeup. As a makeup artist I always need to keep up my appearance for the public eye too. It took me 30 minutes to do my makeup before I heard loud music being played. It was Lady by Modjo and I rushed to finish my makeup to see where the music was coming from. I got out into the hallway and followed the noise which was coming from the lobby. Straight away I saw Seth there and his body was facing in my direction but his head was tilted to the side, looking at the spokesman. It was like I was on his radar and he just knows exactly where I am and when. Instead of going up to Seth I made my way around him and to where Roman, Ambrose and Charlotte who were having a little dance to the music. I decided to join in so I wasn’t looking like a sore thumb standing out being the only one not dancing. There was finally an announcement and a tap on a microphone that echoed throughout the lobby. There was a cough before the speech began from the event manager. “Everyone. You’ve been such a great team working together in the USA but this week we are in the UK and you have been incredible!” We all cheered. “The UK loves you all and you’ve been showing them back just how much you love them and I cannot thank you all enough for the start of this. But as a little thank you on your day off today, we have organised a night out in a VIP section of a nightclub and I expect to see all of you there!” I was listening to the events manager go on about tonight and I got excited, I hadn’t had a night out in such a long time and as I took a breath in I felt a presence move near me. “I’ll be handing out all your tickets in a second but remember to be there at 9pm! Okay so now I’ll be handing out the tickets. We’ll be leaving tomorrow at 1:30pm, so you can stay out as long as you want but tomorrow we’ll get straight to work. Okay.” I moved in further to grab the tickets from the manager when I finally grabbed my ticket and turned around to find Jericho when there stood Seth in my way. His smile was so sweet and genuine and he was so cute. I felt myself slowly falling for him but I had to break this off. He was wearing a grey beanie hat and glasses and oh my gosh, he was so handsome. I gave him a smile back and bent down under his arm as he reached out to grab his ticket but I had somewhere else to be. Jericho was no where to be seen and I even asked Ambrose if he had seen him but he hadn’t either and I didn’t want to come across as obsessed with following him. I felt my heart go a bit slower at the thought of him not being around and not knowing where he is. It felt like ever since we got to the UK our friendship had been disappearing and I didn’t like it. “I’ll lead the way!” I heard Charlotte shout as she left the hotel and a group followed. I decided to join the group as it was pretty much all of us from the show anyway so it wasn’t really different to what I’m used to but I’ve never actually had a group outing with everyone even thought I’ve been here 6 years now. Being in London we of course walked down the Thames, taking photos as we go along. It was such a beautiful day and not only was we taking photos of the lovely view but photos were being taken of us and even me. I had a few young girls come up to me and asking for a ‘selfie’. I kept to myself the whole way around, not talking to everyone and taking in the fresh air while walking around. I wanted to keep my distance with Seth after Romans words and to also prove to myself that I also CAN do this, I’ve put up with it for 6 years and I can do it again after a few days off. Londons always been one of my favourite places in the world. Growing up in England, I had always wanted to move down to London after visiting it only once, I just completely fell in love the place and the royal family were always big in my life. It’s just so lovely to have a large family of lovely people look over the country. But being back in London after years of not being here and only seeing it on the news made me so happy and it brought back a lot of memories of when I was younger and I couldn’t help but smile but something was missing and I knew exactly what it was. It was only a few minutes later that Ambrose announced he was hungry and as a whole group we headed to the nearest shop that was doing dinner but this was one of the biggest cities for tourism in the UK that it was pretty easy to find somewhere. We headed in the shop which was beautiful inside and quite packed as it was already. “I’ll have a croissant and an apple please.” I ordered when the lady behind the till came to me. “No drink?” “No thank you, got my water” “Okay darling.” I received my croissant and apple in no time as she simply just got them out of the glass window that was in front of me and handed them to me. I heard a voice behind me order a ceaser salad and it was so obvious who it was but my focus was on the man at the table in front of me. “J.” “Vic.” I smiled at him as he looked up at me from eating his turkey sandwich. “Just a croissant?” “And an apple” I presented the apple to him which I held in my hand. He gave out a laugh at my dinner but in all honesty, I didn’t mind if he was laughing at me it was just great to see him with a smile on his face. I watched as he tucked into his sandwich and watched as Roman and Lesnar walk by and sit at a table just to our left. “I didn’t see you much yesterday.” I said as i took a seat opposite him. “Yeah. I was out.” “Where did you go?” “Just sight seeing.” “Cool. I just sat in the hotel bar all day.” “I saw.” “So it was you then. I was beginning to think I had imagined it because you’d gone within seconds.” I smiled as I said it hoping he’d copy my expression but something had gone off again. “You know lately, it’s really difficult having a conversation with you.” I finally began to snap. We both saw Roman and Lesnar turn and look at us as Seth put a bowl of ceaser salad down on the table and sat with them. Myself and Jericho both gave them a quick look but they looked away but I wasn’t sure where Seths focus was. “This isn’t fair on me you know, I have to push a conversation to save our friendship.” I continued on at Jericho as he didn’t reply. I tried to lower my voice but I was getting heated up with as he was avoiding eye contact now and carried on tucking into his sandwich. “Why?” He questioned me which was the last thing I really wanted to hear. My temper was through the roof to the point it was tearing my emotions apart. “I was hoping you’d tell me why I was bothering anymore.” I finally said as I pushed myself away from the table and took a stand looking down on him. I left my croisannt and apple alone without a single bite in either of them and left the shop without looking back. It was killing me to be angry with Jericho as he’d been my whole world since 6 years ago and I had never imagine us even having harsh words but this trip seemed to be the beginning of the end between us and it was hitting me hard. I felt my eyes fill with water as I walked through a Starbucks door and went straight to the bathroom. I walked straight up the mirror that they had and as I saw my reflection, I broke down in tears to the point I couldn’t even look at my own reflection anymore. I had no idea what I was feeling. I didn’t understand if I was angry with myself or someone else or if I was upset with myself for not listening to Jericho. I had no clue. For the next ten minutes I stood crying my eyes out, making weird noises I never even knew I could make but they came out and I was a mess. I reached into my bag and began to correct my makeup but no matter how much you try after crying, your makeup is never as perfect as it started. My eyes are always puffy afterwards so my bags were covered more but my actual eyeball was bloodshot and that’s something you can’t change with makeup. I took in a few deep breaths and prepared myself to face the world once again and get my things together. I opened the bathroom door and was greeted with a sight I thought I wouldn’t be for a while. Jericho stood up from a table in the corner and looked straight at me. He stood up so softly as I remained where I was and stared at him with blurry vision. Gently he made his way over to me and looked at me straight in my eyes while doing half a smile and putting his arms around me. As much as I was hurting, I hugged him back and rested my head on his shoulders. After a few seconds he pulled back and looked at me again. “You never have to cry alone again.” He told me as he smiled and tapped his shoulders. I was fighting back the tears but of course one escaped and I let out a laugh as this is my way of covering me being hurt up. His soft hand touched my cheek and swept away the tear. “I brought you a iced skinny latte to go with your healthy eating.” He took hold of my hand and directed me to where he was just sitting. I sat opposite him and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the drink in front of me. It wasn’t anything big but the fact he was making an effort and remembered what my favourite drink was and why just proves that he’s always going to be my best friend. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a dick.” He began “I just- you know how I feel.” He stopped as I watched him wipe one of his eyes. I could tell he was finding it as hard as I was. “I can’t even talk about it right now. I just can’t apologise enough. I’ve been the worst best friend in the world.” “J, no matter what, you are always going to be my best friend and you’ll never understand how much I really love you. Your not the worst. I’ve been pretty crappy and I’m sorry.” “No. You really haven’t. I thought I could stop it but I can’t and the thing is, your happy and I love seeing you happy.” “J… I really am happy.” “I know and I’m sorry for trying to stop it.” He looked down at his drink and began to drink it. He was being so genuine and gentle and it was so sweet. “Want to be my date tonight?” He asked me out of the blue. I really wasn’t expecting it and it was a great change of subject but I was so glad he asked. “Well I was going to keep myself free for Prince Harry but it turns out he’s got a girlfriend that I didn’t know about so it seems I’m free to be your date instead.” “That’s what I like to hear” he slammed his hands down on the table and we both burst out laughing when our drinks nearly went all down us and on the table. “What colours you wearing tonight?” “Nude. Birthday suit style. You feeling me?” He replied as our laughs get louder. It felt like old times once again. “Oh I’m feeling you for sure.” “Hey, rude. Naughty lady right here.” He pointed at me as he joked with the young couple next to us. “Ignore him, he’s had a few too many turkey sandwiches this week.” “I haven’t had enough!” “Blimey, how many have you had today alone?” “Three. Now I saw a really nice sandwich shop on the way and I need my fourth fix so let’s go.” He joked around with me as he grabbed his drinks and goes to leave the shop. I quickly followed behind and it felt great finally having him back. For the rest of the day we explored London. We went in many shops and brought so much that we probably didn’t even need but it’s what you do when your away isn’t it. We then went on a boat down the River Thames which lasted about half an hour and of course people knew who he was and he was introduced by the person who was telling us about the places we were passing. He’s such a comedy genius that so many people knew him and yet he still doesn’t realise just how great he truly is. Sometimes I look at him and wonder what he sees in me as a friend because of how great he is but I just feel so lucky to have him in my life that he wasn’t going to be leaving it anytime soon. Big Ben struck 8pm as we stood outside the hotel. “Bloody hell, that was good timing.” “And that was so British I almost felt the crown pop up on my head.” We both burst out laughing as we walked through the doors and made our way to our bedrooms. “I’ll see you soon my lady.” He turned away from me and waved me off as we headed in different directions. I had an hour to get ready and get there and I was ready in no time and I was feeling great and so happy that the time just flew by. I made my way to the club by myself as it was only a few streets away from where we was staying anyway. There was a few people out and I had a few whistles but I was way too excited for the dance especially with my date. I got my ticket out my bag and got into the club and because we were in the VIP area the man helped me find the way. Everyone was pretty much already in there and as soon as I walked through the door Jericho turned around and made his way to me. Tonight I was wearing my long navy blue sequin dress where my cleavage was quite low and my back was all open. I had a small black clutch with me too and black gloves on but I took those off with how hot it was. My hair had curls in them at the front but at the back it went straighter. For my makeup I had a dark smokey eye and nude lips. I felt powerful and hot. Jericho was wearing a perfectly fitted suit with a navy waistcoat and blue hanky. We were the perfect match. Straight away he took my hand and we walked into the centre of the dance floor and partied the night away. A few songs passed as we danced and danced when Uptown Funk came on and this was our song. Everyone knew it too and we began our dance. There was a bit of jumping around and in my dress it was difficult but I just didn’t care, I was too into it and doing it with him made it so special. The disco lights focused on us and went with the music too and after a while people began to join in as they began to pick up the moves. It was so amazing and it couldn’t have been any more perfect if it tried. All my friends around me were having a great night and so was I. The smile on my face never left throughout the whole night. A few more songs such as: don’t stop movin by livin joy, dance dance by fall out boy and u sure do by strike came on and I had never danced so much in my life. Jericho kept me close and the hours flew by. As the beat dropped in Want Your Soul by Arman Van Helden I spun around a little bit too much and fell straight into the arms of Seth. “Oh my gosh. I’m sorry” I shouted to him over the music. His hands moved softly up and down my arms as I straightened up and he held me up straight which I needed all the help with after I had consumed so much alcohol. “It’s okay.” He shouted back while looking over my shoulder at the empty space behind me that I just left while his eyes slightly squinted which I had picked up on that meant he was looking for something or someone in particular “Can I have a dance?!” “What?!” “Can I have a dance?!” “Seth I can’t hear you” I shouted as I pointed to my ears and shrugged my shoulders. As he looked around again, but this time more actually around the place, he pointed to a random door indicating for me to meet him out there and as I followed his finger direction, I noticed the room looked dark through the glass but nonetheless, I nodded my head. I turned around and just let Jericho know I’ll be outside by pointing to the door and then Seth. I saw him nod at me but I don’t think he noticed that I also saw the look he gave Seth afterwards but he was being more trusting and let us both go. “Here. Come in here it’s more private.” Seth said to me as I was following him and looking him up and down barely listening to what he actually said. He was wearing a tight fitted white shirt with showed off everything and I was liking it, he was also wearing smart and well fitted black trousers and smart shoes. He looked so handsome and soon we joined each other just in the hallway. It soon lit up as we walked through but it was so empty as not a single soul was in there but nevertheless I walked through the door as he held it open for me and I followed him until I realised we were in an even smaller room which only held items for birthdays and celebrations but we were the only ones in there. Alone. In a very small space.

[ask-the-storytelling-duo]

Would you guys mind doing a yakunoya one shot ;;;;;;) ♡♡♡♡♡♡ ily

Please just call me your kitten one last time…

25/11/2015

2:00am- Y: Noya, where are you? It’s too early to be up anyway.

2:01am- Y: Besides, isn’t today your day off?

2:10am- N: Good morning Morisuke-kun!!! And sorry my grumpy kitten. I should’ve left a note.

2:10am- Y: Where are you again?

2:10am- Y: And don’t call me a kitten.

2:11am- N: Isn’t someone awfully catty today? ;)

2:11am- Y: -_-’ Seriously…

2:11am- N: I’ll be home soon. It’s just a routine check-up at the agency. Nothing out of the ordinary.

2:11am- N: Just need to check up on my darling Kouhai and then I’ll be home to deal with your hangover.

2:14am- Y: You better. It was your idea to drink twenty cups of sake after all.

2:16am- N: Of course!!! And yet I didn’t drink a drop! Anyway, I’m about five minutes away from the agency. I’ll see you soon. Love you my kitten from Tokyo!!!

2:17am- Y: Again, don’t call me a kitten.

4:25am- N: Morisuke-kun!!! I’m on my way home now, how’s your headache?

4:27am- Y: Still like hell. How far away are you again?

4:29am- N: I should be home in under an hour kitten!! See you then!!! Love you!!

4:31am- Y: Ugh, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when you get home. Love you too. And for the last time, don’t call me kitten.

3:15pm- Y: Noya where are you?

3:15pm- Y: It’s definitely been more than an hour, why aren’t you home yet???

3:16pm- Y: And pick up your damn phone dammit. I’ve called you three times already.

5:39pm- Y: Noya, I just got the call from Daichi. He told me about the crash now where are you???

5:40pm- Y: Come on, pick up your phone your hyperactive lightning bolt!

6:56pm- Y: Noya I’m serious, please call me back. Please.

6:57pm- Y: Please. Just tell me you’re okay.

6/12/2015

2:09pm- Y: You always used to tell me you hated funerals. Well, now I know why.

2:10pm- Y: I just can’t believe you’re gone. You’re actually gone.

2:11pm- Y: You should’ve seen it though. Everyone was crying, even that blonde saltshaker on your team.

2:12pm- Y: There were so many people packed into one parlour that some had to stand outside. That’s how many people came. That’s how many lives you touched.

2:15pm- Y: Daichi gave me your badge, said a few words of comfort, you know. Normal things. He also told me that he and his team won’t stop working until they find who did this to you. To us.

17/1/2016

4:24pm- Y: They did it Noya. They caught the guy who did all this and put him behind bars.

4:24pm- Y: A new law was issued, protects those on the road from reckless endangerment by those under the influence.

4:25pm- Y: Sure, it doesn’t change the past but at least now no one else will suffer at the hands of people like this like I have.

14/2/2016

5:16pm- Y: Happy Valentine’s Day Noya. I wish you were here to see this. Everyone at Karasuno sent flowers to our door in memory of your name.

25/4/2016

3:00am- Y: Dammit, why did it have to be you???

3:00am- Y: Why did that drunkard have to be driving when you were???

3:00am- Y: Why did he have to swerve into you and knock you off the overpass???

3:05am- Y: Why did you have to die???

3:05am- Y: You promised Noya!

3:06am- Y: You promised you wouldn’t just leave me like that! Why of all people did you have to die?

17/6/2016

10:19am- Y: I’m still paying your bill, to this date, solely so I can still hear your voice I-

10:24am- Y: God I miss you so much. Please tell me this is a dream.

10/10/2016

00:00am- Y: Happy Birthday you bouncy ball of lightning.

00:00am- Y: They say that time heals all wounds, but I don’t think I’ll heal from this one.

25/11/2016

10:15am- Y: You wouldn’t believe it Noya. Everyone you’ve ever played against sent flowers to our doorstep in memory of you.

10:16am- Y: There’s some from Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani, too many from Karasuno and Nekoma, and even some from Shiratorizawa. And many many more.

10:17am- Y: Who would’ve guessed you impacted so many lives in your short one huh?

1:17pm- Y: Noya please tell me you’re okay.

1:18pm- Y: Please tell me this is all a dream. No, a nightmare. Let me wake up now and see you snoring next to me and let me cry in relief.

1:19pm- Y: Please don’t let this be true. Please Noya, I’ll do anything!

4:15pm- Y: You made me a promise the day we got together and that was to never leave me! So where are you now?!

4:16pm- Y: Why haven’t you come home yet and attacked me with the showers of kisses that I never got the chance to tell you I adored?

4:17pm- Y: Why haven’t you come home and gave a half assed excuse to why this is all a big misunderstanding?

4:18pm- Y: Why haven’t you come back and told me that everything is okay, and that I didn’t just lose everything?

4:28pm- Y: Please, just come back and say you’re okay.

4:30pm- Y: Noya please. I’ll do anything.

4:30pm- Y: Please, I’m practically begging here! Say you love me again! Say that I’m your sunshine and the reason you wake up every morning happy!

4:31pm- Y: And oh God. Please just call me your kitten one last time.

(Whew! Super long angst Time! Or at least I tried to. We tried to. Did it work?)

[radiyum]

AHHHHH!!

 I AM SO EXCITED TO PICK UP HIRUNAKA NO RYUUSEI !! i couldn’t stop thinking about it at work today!

i’ll be reading chapters 26 ---- 39> under the cut! (with a large glass of champagne to cure what ails me)

chapter 26

okay okay where did i leave off

how long was this summer break

SENSEI GOT A HAIRCUT I REPEAT SENSEI GOT A HAIRCUT

CULTURAL FESTIVAL IS COMING UP OOOOOHHH MY GOD I LOVE CULTURAL FESTIVAL ARCS, THEY’RE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!!

i want to thank the sun moon and stars for this upcoming cultural festival arc

sarah is praying for a kiss, or several of them perhaps

anyways

okay, suzume feels like yuyuka is upset about something but won’t tell her

uUUMMMM WHO IS THIS DUDE BRO

GET OFF MY POTATO PRINCESS, YA DICK

chapter 27

minagawa togyuu, what are you gonna do

okay he’s after yuyuka, but he’s invasive

GAAASP minagawa noticed that sensei was running out of breath when he saved the day for suzume omg omg

UGUHHH A MAID AND BUTLER TEAHOUSE I FUCKING LOVE THIS CLICHE

i fucking LOVE my stubborn horse mamoru oh my god 

*****note, i may keep accidentally writing mamoru/mamo-chan because tuxedo mask’s name from sailor moon****

how CUTE, the bandaid came back after like twenty chapters lmao

OMG SENSEI IS BLUSHING BECAUSE OF SUZUME’S REVEALING CLOTHES LMAO DRINK A COLD GLASS OF WATER

but whaT SENSEI?? BUT WHAT!!!!

HE is in love with her and he doesn’t even know it

or he knows, he’s just remembering she is very much underage lol

chapter 28

i love that her uncle came over to teach them about cooking for their cafe, that’s so sweet

SHISHIO WAS WATCHING HER, AND LET A HUGE ASS POT FALL ON HIS HEAD TO pROTECT HER

sensei, you are on fire holy shit

NOTHING IS IN YOUR IMAGINATION SUZUME, THIS DUDE WANTS YOU

i am so ready for this festival

chapter 29

HOLY FUCKKKKK SUZUME LOOKS GOREGEOUS IN  HER MAID OUTFIT

HOOOOLY SHHHHIIIITTTTT

MAMORA???? HOW THE FUCK IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL??/ HOW DO YOU DRAW SOMETHING SO HANDSOME???? THANK YOU MOON AND STARS??

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAAAAH

ok ok ok soOOO

uncle-chan is at their cafe, and he’s dragged shishio along, and mamora has basically demanded to be their butler.... i am in love

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OH SHIT, MAMORA???!!! IS THAT YOU, MY SON??? STRAIGHT UP TOLD SHISHIO HE SHOULDN’T BE FLIRTING WITH A STUDENT OH MY GOd

this is the drama i live for

“I WOULD BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD IF I COULD FLIRT WITH HER FREELY. DON’T JUDGE ME IF YOU’RE NOT IN MY POSITION YOU BRAT”

SWEET LORD BABY JESUS

SHISHIO,,, MAMORAA,,, HE GRABBED HIM BY HIS TIE

they both love my potato queen and therefore i love them both

chapter 30

is yuyuka going to confess to mamora

apparently he rejected her

SENSEI

ARE YOU FOR REAL HIDING IN A GIANT RACCOON SUIT

DUDE

chapter 31

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

BUT IS HE GONNA KISS HER

BECAUSE THIS IS BASICALLY A CONFESSION??

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, I DID IT FOR ME BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE WITH YOU”

chapter 32

LMAO OMG YUYUKA JUST SLAPPED MINAGAWA ACROSS THE FACE ON STAGE’

okay now back to my illegal love ship

ooOOooohhh THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL SENSEI

he called her his daytime shooting star... now he knows what she means.... i am in love

i am somewhat teary eyed

i have the biggest goober smile on my face, please don’t tell my darling mamora about this 

chapter 33

god, shishio is so damn handsome, even i’m blushing when he says good morning to suzume

mamora told yuyuka he likes someone else. i love it. sorry yuyuka. my potato queen is here to vine and thrive in the garden of youth

SENSEI IS TURNING 25!!

he caught her being jealous lol (also, i know it’s chapter 33 but i really have no idea why he calls her chuchun/chunsuke. i already forgot lmao)

chapter 34

“i’m happy enough with just your feelings,” god i just want to slather sensei on toast like butter

i love how yuyuka is like the voice of reason and is the total opposite of downer friends in shoujo manga, like i love her up and down personlity so much 

chapter 35

SHE GOT SENSEI A DORKY SUSHI NECKTIE, I LOVEEE IT LMAO

he wants to go home with her..... omgomg OMG

HE IS DEFENDING THE SUSHI NECKTIE WITH HIS LIFE AND SUZUME IS SO HUMILIATED

mamora...... he is putting two and two together..... my baby....

his heart is going to BREAK

chapter 36

suzume, u know mamora likes u, why would u ask his advice on food men like when u know he is going to put it together

MAMORA GO EAT HER RICE BALL

HE IS SITTING WITH HER NOW AHH IN THE COURTYARD

HE LOVES IT

i am enjoying all of these sensei developments but i really need more mamora in my life, i am living for her adorable scenes with him

chapter 37

SHISHIO IS GONNA SEE HER AFTER MIDNIGHT ON CHRISTMAS DAY AND GAVE HER HIS NUMBER

mamora is BLUSHING at the sight of her

shishio cn’t make it anymore....but mamora might make a move and i am INTRIGUED

YES YES YESSSSS KEEP MY MAMORA COMPANY YESSSSSSS

he gave her his SCARF (sidenote: he looks so hot in that peacoat o h my lord)

it was her birthday and she didn’t tell anyone :-(

DUUUUDE

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT I WANT TO CRY LOOK”

AHH AHHH AHHHH i love it... i love them so much.. “mamora has become so docile”

ok ok sensei is calling her now WHAT WILL HAPPEN

chapter 38

FUCKINNG!!!! MINAGAWA!!!! DELIVERED PIZZA ACCIDENTALLY TO YUYUKA’S HOUSE!!!!!! LOL NOOOO

shishio got her this cute little aquarium little treasure chest...

OKAY IT’S ENDING WITH SOME POSSIBLE BEEF GOING DOWN BETWEEN SHISHIO AND MAMORA

chapter 39 (the official halfway mark of hnr!!! i think??!!)

i honestly wanted to stop at 38 but i can’t resist lol

OOOOOOOOOOH PULLED HIM BY THE TIE AND HE ISN’T TELLING A DAMN LIE

mamora.... i am really proud of u.........

“that’s why she couldn’t tell you about her birthday” OOH DAMN

SHE IS AT HIS APARTMENT!!!!

ALONE!! WITH SENSEI!!

AND THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE OFF!

why did 11pm come so soon ;____; it is BEDTIME for me! i have work tomorrow at 11am which isn’t too bad, but i can’‘t wait to sleep lol. i just took my sleeping medication and my boyfriend is on his way home from work and we are just chit chatting on the phone! i loooove this manga so far! !!!!