#it's 2:30am so my thoughts are all over the place but yeah

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Just finished watching the David Holmes: The Boy Who Lived documentary about Daniel Radcliffe's stunt double, and it's so heartbreaking to see what happened to David. I don't think anyone is to blame, it was a horrible accident, but just seeing the footage of David doing stunts vs the life he is now living... the way he has chosen to live since the accident is so inspiring, I'm in awe of how he has maintained such a positive and bright outlook on life, but there's no denying that this is definitely not the life he wanted. To go from being a stunt double doing back flips, jumps, etc., to having to have assistance just to get out of bed, to his body beginning to deteriorate, the fact he was still only very young when it happened to him... it's just so upsetting to see.

I'm so glad that his story is being told - obviously it's something I was aware of because I've been a Potter fan since 2009, but it's never been told from David's perspective or with such clarity. It's so wonderful to see that Daniel Radcliffe has maintained such a close bond with David too, visiting him in the hospital back then and even now still going to meet up with him and the other stunt guys, executive producing this documentary... it says a lot about the kind of person Daniel is as well as David, and it's amazing that they've remained friends all this time.

I know we're boycotting everything to do with you-know-who, but this wasn't a documentary about her, she wasn't even mentioned or shown (which was why I hesitated to watch it at first), this wasn't even a documentary about Harry Potter; this was about David Holmes and his story, and I think it's so important to watch it.

[allaboutsturns]

𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽?

christopher sturniolo x reader

warnings: minor angst

summary: you’ve been living with the triplets for about 6 months now. you’ve always kind of had a thing for chris and you thought maybe he felt the same way. your guess is confirmed when one night chris asks to sleep in your room after a nightmare.

contains: fluff, minor angst, cuddling, sad chris, reciprocated feelings.

• 2:30am

i shift in bed as i am woken up by three soft knocks at my bedroom door. i bring my hands up to my eyes rubbing the sleep away.

my head tilts to the side slightly as three more gentle knocks are heard at my door. i clear my throat and manage to hum a response to the knocks, “hm?”

“y/n..?” i hear a familiar voice mutter from the other side of the closed door. i pull the comforter off of my body and throw my legs off the side of the bed placing my feet on the ground and standing up.

i walk over to the door, my feet dragging across the floor as exhaustion moves throughout my tired body. once i get to the door, i lift a hand and grab the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open ever so slightly.

my eyes are met by chris’s tired gaze. he looks sad, restless even. “chris..?” i murmur, my voice cracking slightly since it hadn’t acclimated to being awake yet.

he shifts his gaze to the floor and raises a hand to the back of his neck, “i’m sorry.. did i wake you..?” he mumbles quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear. he looks back up at my face and i nod in response to his question.

“can i.. actually no. this is stupid, i’m so sorry for waking you up. goodnight..” he says frantically as his fingers fidget with one another, his body turning to walk away. i place a hand on his shoulder gently, inviting him to come into my room.

“what’s up, chris?” i ask quietly, my voice sympathetic as a worried expression washes over the features of my face. i walk over and sit down on the end of my bed, patting the mattress, signaling for chris to sit beside me.

he steps into my room and closes the door behind him slowly before shuffling towards my bed and sitting down beside me. he stares at the floor the entire time and i just look at him, my eyes fixated on him. his hair falls into his face and i can no longer get a clear visual of his sad expression.

he finally opens his mouth to respond to my previous question, “i just. can i sleep in here tonight..?” he asks nervously. my eyebrows furrow with confusion at his question. chris has never been good at sleeping alone, it was always easier for him to have another body present. it made him feel safer, but he has never asked to sleep in your room. he would always ask one of his brothers, matt or nick.

“yeah of course.. why though?” i ask gently. his body shifts uncomfortably and he barely moves his head to look at me. i can see his tired eyes through his brunette hair.

“i had a nightmare…” he whispers quietly, his voice slightly breaking with each words as his eyes began to well with tears. i frown before placing a hand on his back and tracing mindless shapes with my finger tips.

he always loved when i would rub his back. sometimes when i was sitting on the couch or we were all watching a movie together he would lay his head in my lap and ask me to rub his back. it always made him smile and most of the time he would fall asleep within 10 minutes.

“do you wanna talk about it, love?” i say softly. by now i’ve noticed the tears threatening to escape his eyes and it rips at my heart. i have never seen this boy cry and it would absolutely break me to witness that.

he sniffles as a single tear manages to escape his eye, “uh.. it was..” he pauses, taking in a shakey breath, “it was about you..” he says so quietly i almost didn’t hear him.

my expression shifts to one of confusion for one single second before i wipe the tear away from his face with my free hand, “what about me, hon..?” i ask. i always used pet names for chris, he loved it and i loved the way it made him smile almost every time.

his body started to shake as more tears fell, his breathing slightly picking up, “you.. we were..” he stuttered, his voice breaking.

“we were in a car accident and i..” he paused, taking a deep breath in through his nose, “i couldn’t save you.. and you d..” sobs erupted from his body as he fell into me, gripping the fabric of my tank top tightly.

i moved my hand from his back to his head and started gently playing with his hair. my free hand resided on his cheek as tears collected under it, my thumb gently moving back and forth on his cheek.

“oh my love..” i whisper into his hair. i can feel his body heave with each panicked breath he takes, “chris, baby.. look at me, please..?” i say, my tone sympathetic. for a moment we just sit there with him in my arms before he slowly looks up at me, his eyes red and puffy. i frown as tears threaten to escape into the world but i blink them away.

“i’m okay, i’m still here and i’m okay.. i promise.” i say with a gentle smile, “i’m not going anywhere..” i say placing my forehead to his, shutting my eyes. his eyes are now shut as well.

i pull away and stand up slowly, “let’s get you comfy,” i say as i reach out a hand for him to grab. i help him up off my bed and walk over to the side of the bed that’s still relatively untouched. i pull the comforter back and look up at chris, “here, hon. lay down,” i say, my words followed by a small yawn. he lays himself onto the mattress and i bring the covers up to his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. he pushes his head into the kiss.

i pull away and walk over to my side of the bed. i lay down and pull the covers up to my neck, turning my body to face the boy. i lift the covers up slightly, inviting him to lay in my arms. he scoots closer resting his head in the crook of my neck as he snakes his arms around my body, pulling me even closer to him. i can tell he’s trying to get as close to me as he can.

“goodnight, sweet boy,” i whisper into the top of his head lovingly. i can feel his breathing against my neck. it’s finally slowed since he was able to match my breathing.

“y/n..” he mumbles into my neck. i hum a response with closed eyes, “mhm..?”

“i love you.. thank you,” he whispers so quietly i’m almost convinced he didn’t even hear his own words. i kiss the top of his head and smile gently, “i love you..” i reply, my voice tired.

he shakes his head slightly, “no.. i love you,” he says, pulling his head away from my neck and looking at me. i open my eyes and look at him, a smile tugging at my lips.

“i know, chris. i love you,” i reply, already knowing what kind of love he meant. it was very reciprocated. his face barely twists in confusion before he smiles softly at me.

“can i kiss you..?” he asks, i can hear the subtle nervousness in his voice. even though i’ve known he had feelings for me since nick accidentally let it slip when him and i were hanging out, it still shocks me.

i smile and nod my head. he lets out a little chuckle, “words please, sweetheart,” he musters. he’s never used a pet name for me and as soon as he did i felt my cheeks flush a deep red, “yes you can, chris,” i say, giving him the verbal permission he wanted.

a second passes before he finally connects his soft lips with mine. i lean into the kiss, not wanting it to end. it’s nothing like how i imagined it would be in the sense that it made me feel so alive and loved. my stomach filled with butterflies.

chris pulled away from the kiss before placing another gentle kiss on my forehead. a smile spreads across both of our faces and he moved his head back to the crook of my neck.

“can i take you on a date tomorrow?” he asks, his eyes now closed as well as mine.

“yeah.. i’d like that,” i reply, sleep slowly taking over my body.

“okay awesome..” he whispers.

our breathing is synced and our hearts beat together as we give in to sleep. his body heat comforts me. this is the best sleep i’ve ever gotten and i won’t ever want it to be any other way from here on out.

• 3:10am

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

thank you so much for reading! this is the first time i’m uploading something i’ve written to the public so i apologize about any mistakes and what not! hope you enjoyed!

- ace <3

[sonarspace]

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

© SONARSPACE 2023 | DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 7

This story is just coming right along. I've decided that it is split into three acts. The Arrangement, The Turn, and The Embrace. The first is about Steve adjusting to his new life. The second is thinking he needs to get out of the situation. And lastly the third is about finding acceptance and love with Eddie.

Yesterday for WIP Wednesday, I finished act 1. I figure if I pace this right, each act will be roughly ten chapters. But we'll see.

In this Eddie is sweet as always, Steve goes clothes shopping, and Chrissy misunderstands what Steve is trying to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Steve woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He looked at the clock on the nightstand blearily. It was a little after nine am.

The knocking began again and he got unsteadily to his feet and wandered over to the door. He opened it.

Behind the door was a porter. “My apologies for the rude awakening, sir. But this came for you, marked ‘Urgent’.”

In the porter’s hands was a small box. Steve nodded and took the box. He set it on the side table and grabbed his wallet. He tipped the porter and grunted his thanks before slamming the door.

He trotted back over to the bed and flopped face first back into his pillows.

The next time he awoke it was more naturally, and closer to 10:30am than 9am. He rolled over on his back with a sigh. He’d missed breakfast, but he didn’t mind. He was tired. Just the feeling of nothingness clung to his chest like a heavy blanket.

He sat up and spotted the box. He picked it up and padded over to the desk. He looked around it for a moment and to his delight he found a letter opener.

“Thank god, for fussy hotels,” he murmured as he used the letter opener to open the box. He set the letter opener down and then took the box over to the sofa. He loved comfy it was despite it being black in color.

He pulled at the packaging to reveal a pair of designer sunglasses. Steve smiled as he pulled it out. Eddie must have thought of it when he heard Steve’s message about his day. All the driving around he did.

He picked up the phone and called Eddie.

“Hey, little Canary,” Eddie purred. “Did you sleep well?”

“Nearly,” Steve said with a hint of smile in his tone. “I got this urgent package from this hot rich guy that the front desk just had to wake me up for.”

“Whoops!” Eddie said, chagrin. “I didn’t think it would get there until this afternoon, sweetheart.”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, I was able to go right back to sleep. Even remembered to tip the porter.”

“All’s well that end’s well,” Eddie said softly.

They talked for a bit before Steve said, “Oh, I was meaning to ask you. I have something I wanted to send to you. Is there an address or something I can send it to, to make sure you get it?”

“Aww...little Canary,” Eddie teased back, “you don’t have to send me anything. I like buying you things.”

“Oh I know,” Steve replied. “But I think you’ll really get a kick out this one, though.”

“Sure thing, baby,” Eddie said. “I’ll talk to Chrissy and she’ll give you a call with the information. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect, Eddie,” Steve murmured.

“What are your plans for today?”

Steve licked his lips as he thought about it. “Probably some clothes shopping now that I have this fancy black card to splash around.”

Eddie laughed. “You do that, baby. Just tell me which stores you’re going to so I can make sure they’re warned ahead of time about the card. Places like that are super weird about new people coming in with that kind of cash.”

“Ooh...” Steve said with a grimace. “Yeah, I saw that happen once. This woman had won the lottery or something and she came into the shop when I was there with my mom. The sales woman was absolute horrid to her and chased her out. My mom threw the newspaper on the counter and walked out. The front page had the picture of the woman and her three million dollar prize check. It was one of the few times I ever saw my mom do something remotely nice like that.”

After they hung up, Steve got up grabbed the box of truffles. He took a couple out to the box to eat while he gather up his things for a shower. He thought about hitting the gym again, but he wasn’t sure if the pink bitch was still here and he wanted to avoid her like the plague. And while he knew he could swim instead, he decided to take the day off.

Yesterday had been rough and he wanted to do a little bit of retail therapy.

Steve got dressed in his most high end clothing he had and made his way out to his car. Which he knew would be another indicator that he had come from money. His new wallet was designer, just like his new sunglasses.

He primped in the mirror a little to make sure every hair was in place and then he gathered all his stuff and made for his car.

He pulled up to the row of boutiques his mother used to frequent before she started getting her clothes from Paris and Milan. Steve personally thought these places had better quality stuff, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

He walked into the first boutique and looked around. He kept his sunglasses on until one of the sales women came up to him. Then he lifted him and set them on top of his head. He smiled at her brightly.

“Welcome to Le Chique!” she said cheerily. “How can I help you today?” She was dressed smartly in a knee length pencil skirt and cream silk blouse. She wore high heeled pumps and had her hair pulled back into a tight bun.

“Hi,” Steve greeted back. “I’m just looking to update my wardrobe. Get a little more of an adult style.”

He could see the fucking dollar signs lit up behind her eyes. She clapped her hands together and rubbed them greedily.

“Right this way,” she said, waving her arm in front of her and Steve stepped forward, further into the store. “I’m Olivia and I’ll be happy to assist you today.”

Steve tried on so many clothes he thought his head was going to spin. But never once did Olivia falter. He finally got an updated look. It was similar to what he usually wore with the jeans and polos. But he also got button down shirts and tailored slacks and pants. Everything that fit went with him and everything else that needed to be tailored would be picked up by a PA of Eddie’s and brought to the hotel.

In fact when he got back to the hotel, the mysterious PA had struck again. On his bed was a large box. As he got closer he could see it was from the shop he was at earlier today.

He didn’t know what it could be. He had everything he wanted from the shop. He had even gotten help carrying all his bags up the hotel room by a couple of porters, both of whom Steve tipped well. He kept an eye on the package the whole time he took off the tags and put away his clothes in the dresser and closet.

Once Steve was done he walked over to the package a tad warily. He knew it had come from Eddie. There was no one else it could have come from. He undid the silk ribbon and pulled it off gently. He lifted the lid and set it to the side. He then moved the tissue paper out of the way.

Inside was the most beautiful cream colored suit he had ever seen. He opened the jacket touched the black silk lining. Sticking out of the pocket of the breast pocket was a note. He pulled it out. In the loopy handwriting of the sales woman were the words, “I wanted to get you something special. I hope you’ll wear this for me when I get back to Hawkins.”

Steve shook his head, smiling fondly. He walked over to the phone and called Eddie. He bounced on the bed as it rang through.

“Hey, little Canary,” Eddie purred. “How was your shopping trip?”

“It was marvelous,” Steve giggled. “Though if you want me calling you at times other then when you buy presents, you’re going to have slow up a bit. It’s gorgeous, by the way.”

Eddie laughed. “You got me there, hon. But I’m glad you like the suit. I wanted to surprise you with it. I when I called about the card earlier, I told them that once they got your measurements to set it aside.”

“How did it get here before I did?” Steve asked, twirling the cord around his finger.

“See, I knew you would have a lot of clothes and couldn’t carry it up yourself, so I just made sure to have my little elf slip in while you were dealing with the porters.”

“Sneaky!” he crowed. “I love it. I even bought the perfect shirt to go with it. It’s black and grey in kind of watercolor like stripes. Add a black pocket square and some nice shoes I bought and I’d be the talk of the town.”

“Well you’re already the talk of my world,” Eddie murmured, causing Steve to blush dark red. “Have you eaten yet, little Canary?”

Damn. Steve knew he had forgotten something.

“No...” he whined. “I just got so excited about shopping that it slipped my mind.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll have dinner sent up to you. I think you’ll really like their hamburgers.”

Steve smiled at that. He had gone out to Benny’s to get a good burger, and they had them here. “Sounds good.”

They talked for a little bit more before Eddie had to go so that he could order Steve dinner, so they said their goodbyes and hung up.

Steve decided to take a shower while he was waiting on his food. He gathered up his things including his new hair products he bought yesterday.

He got undressed and turned on the hot water, letting the steam fill the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at every angle of his face and had to admit that he actually looked happy. And wasn’t that a fucking trip.

He had thought he was happy before all this. Yeah, sure his dad was a jerk and his mom was useless, but he had friends, money, a car. Hell, he even had a boyfriend in this backwater hick town.

And then it all fell apart.

He hated how all his friends scattered the second the chips were down. He hated how Tommy turned tail and didn’t even try to take Steve with him. He had no doubt that soon enough the town would be all a twitter about Tommy and Carol and how cute they were together.

It was all bullshit.

The only people that cared about him were the people that would get hurt the most by all this and Steve was determined to keep them out of it.

Just before he got into the shower, the phone rang.

He let out a sigh and went to go answer it. There were only three people who had his number, Eddie, Dustin, and Eddie’s manager, Chrissy. All people Steve didn’t want to leave hanging.

“Hello?” he greeted.

“Steve?” a cool female voice asked. “This is Chrissy, Corroded Coffin’s manager. I understand you wanted to send Eddie something?”

“Oh!” Steve cried. “Yes, thank you for getting back to me so soon. Yeah, it’s not very big, say about the size of a 3x5 picture frame?” He hurried over to the desk, dragging the phone and stretching its cord to the limit to pull out a pen and some hotel stationary.

She hummed. “It’s not, risque is it?”

He laughed. “What? No! It’s nothing like that I promise.”

“Okay,” Chrissy said skeptically. “We have people opening packages before they get sent to the band so don’t send anything you don’t want a total stranger to see.”

“I promise it will mean absolutely nothing to the poor soul that opens their mail,” he informed her, “but he will absolutely get a kick out of it.”

Steve could tell she was still leery about it, but he wasn’t going to ruin the surprise.

She let out a sigh. “Fine. Here’s the address to send it to.” She rattled off an address and Steve dutifully wrote it down. “By the time it gets there, they should be back in LA, so it’ll go to their main mail box.”

He wrote band PO Box over the address and underlined it. “Great, thanks.”

“Now do you need anything else that isn’t their personal information?” she huffed.

Steve winced, he could tell she wasn’t happy being Eddie’s errand girl and by extension, his.

“No,” he said, “Just that. It’s just a small token that I think he’d like.”

“All right,” she said. “Good evening.”

“Good evening!” he chirped back.

Once she had hung up, Steve shook his head. He knew it was her job to to look out for the band. But it wasn’t that big of deal. What she think she was going to do send his dirty panties to the guy?

Not!

He looked down at himself and sighed. He had carried that whole conversation completely naked. He padded back to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

He stepped under the stream of water and let it soothe him. He was still smarting a little from Chrissy’s attitude. She seemed friendly enough at the bar and genuinely wanted to see Eddie and Steve hit it off.

But something between then and now she had completely soured on him. That was a problem for future Steve, though. Right now in this moment he was going to enjoy his shower, watch some TV and enjoy the burger Eddie was having sent up.

~

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[mikimakiboo]

Just like them

Nightmare angst !

Inspired by this post (the art in it precisely) by @signanothername, it's not the first time I see this concept and I wanted to do my own interpretation of it because, well, I love writing angst about Nightmare. So yeah it probably be quite different from how they described it in the post since I'm just taking the art (or the quote) as a source of inspiration :')

Finished writing it at 2:30am so it might be not that great

Tw: slight mention of bullying, little swearing

They were alone, their respective teams weren't there, they went out without them. Nightmare went out first, wanting to get some fresh air, and Dream, who felt the presence of his twin in another universe, decided to find him and stop whatever he was doing, fully believing that the only reason for his brother to go out was to cause chaos. He found him. He attacked first with an arrow, and Nightmare attacked back. It was an habit for Nightmare: being chased by Dream, fighting with him, throwing in some insults, he had done that countless times. It wasn't new. What was new however was Dream's anger. Dream was never angry.

A lot of things happen during fights. Physical attacks flow but it is also the place for verbal attacks, some being just as sharp as physical one, as the battle field is the only place for the two guardians, the two brothers, to talk.

Why was he angry ? Nightmare didn't know exactly, surely he was mad that recently Nightmare's team had been doing a good job in producing negativity, surely he was mad that his brother disturbed the peace so much. At least that was what he was yelling at him.

- Why can't we have balance ?! Why must it be that you always want more ?!

Nightmare smiled.

- Because I NEED more ! I don't care about your balance, I want more negativity and I WILL get more !

He was so hungry all the time, his corruption was powerful, he needed to feed it constantly, so obviously he needed more negativity and a balance wouldn't satisfy him, but Dream couldn't understand that. Nightmare already told him the reason, but he didn't listen, in Dream's opinion Nightmare simply needed to eat something else, to eat more real food, that was what he was doing, and it worked just fine. But Dream's magic wasn't as powerful as Nightmare's.

- That's just a selfish reason ! Causing harm to innocent people for you own benefit ! Want me to tell you who you make me think of when you act like that ?!

Nightmare tilted his head with curiosity.

- Please do tell me.

- The villagers !

Nightmare tensed.

- You're just like them if not worse ! Because at least they weren't doing it to everyone like YOU do !

Dream panted, he didn't like saying that, he knew the villagers hurt his brother back then, but being hurt wasn't a reason to hurt others, right ?

They looked at each other. Nightmare didn't answer. He usually always had something to say, but he stayed silent this time. Dream could have sworn the air became colder.

Without adding anything, Nightmare teleported, returning to the castle, in his room. Dream... didn't say what he thought he heard him say. He couldn't. That wouldn't make sense. Why would he compare him to.. to them when he knew what they have done ? Not only to his brother, but to himself as well ? Dream was also hurt by those villagers, he knew how horrible they were, surely he didn't want to say that...

A tentacle flew, smashing the nightstand. Nightmare's fist were shaking. How dared he say that ?! How dared he compare him with those piece of shit ?!

Another tentacle flew like the first one, throwing the bookshelf across the room, the books scattering all over the floor.

Someone knocked on the door.

- Boss ? You okay in there ?

Killer. Nightmare didn't want to see anyone at the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to sound as calm as possible.

- I'm fine. Leave.

There was a moment of silence before he heard the answer.

- If you say so... We're here if you change your mind tho, and, you know, wanna talk or somethin'...

- I said leave !

He yelled, his voice starting to shake as he felt his cheeks getting hotter with the frustration. He stayed still for a moment, just the time to hear Killer's footsteps getting farther until he finally left. He let out a loud grunt, kicking the trashcan. His brother had no right to call him that ! Who did he think he was ?! He was his brother, not his mother !

His mother... what would she even think about him ? He crossed the now messy bedroom, going to the window to look at the moon. What would she think about him ? Would she also think he was like the villagers ? Would she think he was worse ? Would she look at him with pity, knowing how much he suffered, and that his actions were commanded by fear, by a desire to survive ? He was six, he just wanted to live... Would she recognize that... ? Maybe she wouldn't care at all, she never cared about them before, why would she care now...

Nightmare felt a tear rolling on his face as his soul clenched in his chest. His cheeks burned for a moment before he let out a sob. He turned away from the window, sitting on his bed, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was pathetic. He was the king of negativity, he was so strong, he wasn't supposed to be affected by anything, let alone words ! But these words struck harder than any arrow... He looked up, blinked, breathed through his mouth, trying not to cry, not to make any noise, as if being silent would make a difference, but the tears didn't stop and another sob went out of his opened mouth. He fell on his back, sniffling as he shut his eye, wiping his tears away, making room for new ones to appear.

He didn't want to be like the villagers, he really didn't. He despised them so much for what they did, for all the pain they put him through. Five hundreds years have passed and he still had nightmares about those dark days, they wouldn't leave him alone, not even after he made sure they were all dead. And now his own brother, the only one who knew about everything, thought he was worse than them ? Was he really that bad ? Everything he did he did it to survive, was it really a selfish reason ? Should he have died instead of holding on his small will to live ? Should he have let them kill him ? Did Dream want them to kill him ? Was it why he was constantly attacking him when he went out ? Did Dream want him dead so much that he was now trying to finish the job ? Did Dream hate him that much... ? He knew he was far from being a good brother, but wasn't Dream happy with him before the incident... ? Or was it an act... ?

He rolled on his side, stretching his arm to grab a pillow and shove his face against it, muffling his sobs in the soft surface, his whole chest burnt so much...

When he finally stopped crying a few minutes later and sat up he thought an eternity had passed, but the moon hadn't move in the sky. He got up, sniffled, wiped his cheek, and teleported again.

He appeared in a void, in front of a bean bag on which he let himself fall.

- Hey...

- Hey.

A glitchy skeleton answered, sitting on a second bean bag next to the first one, crocheting and visibly unbothered by his surprise visitor.

They sat in silence for a while before Error looked up at Nightmare, looking at him above his red glasses.

- You look like you're about to kill yourself.

Nightmare shifted on the bag, looking at the fake ceiling. He talked in a whisper.

- Do you think I'm just like them... ?

- Like who ?

Error asked.

- The villagers... Dream said I was like them...

Error knew about the bullying, Nightmare told him some time ago. He put his crochet down.

- And you believe him ? This asshole insults you and you listen to him ?

Nightmare looked down.

- He.. he wouldn't be wrong to think that...

Error held up a hand.

- No. I don't want to hear any of that. You are nothing like those douche bags.

He began, Nightmare looking up at him, looking so tired.

- I mean look at you, look at your boys, look at what you've done for them, to give them a second chance, a place and a reason to live, you saved them. If you were like the villagers you would have never done that. Dream doesn't know shit about you.

- I... I guess...

- Now if he wants to think you are like the villagers because it's easier for him to blame you than to actually understand you, then good for him ! But you're worth more than that and you know that what he says is not true. So stop letting it get to you like that, 'kay ?

- Okay...

Nightmare weakly smiled, looking at the ceiling again. He heard Error take back his crochet.

- Good.

He stayed here with the destroyer, not wanting to go back to his room yet. He would have to apologize to Killer when he came back, he didn't mean to yell at him when he was just worried. The villagers never apologized, even when he held them in front of him, chocking them with a tentacle, they didn't apologize. Maybe Error wasn't wrong. Dream didn't know him as him and his boys knew him, he only saw the surface, maybe he was just looking for someone to blame, and Nightmare was the only one left... he wasn't like the villagers, he knew it, Error knew it, his boys knew it, wasn't that all that truly mattered ? That the ones he cared about knew he was better than that ? Surely it did. It was all that should matter, Dream's opinion shouldn't matter, he shouldn't listen to him, he didn't know anything.

Maybe he was a monster in Dream's eyes, but he wasn't one for his family, and that was all he cared about.

- end -

[ventitititi]

Good morning, ilayda. This is my third and final Gaming request for the day. Please kindly consider this Gaming hurt/comfort request: Gaming and Reader have been betrothed ever since they were kids and Gaming makes it a point to visit Reader during the weekends. During his most recent visit, Gaming finds Reader being rather distant. Rather confused, he inquires around the village and finds out about the rumors about him and Yun Jin getting closer and Reader was expecting him to break off the betrothal to be with her. Gaming hurries back to Reader to assure her that he has no intention of annulling the betrothal. Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests

I've seen all your requests and man, i sure hope I'm doing your boy gaming justice as i chip away at these

Cw/tw; none!! Expect lots of fluff, headcanon-ish format, the hurt/comfort is very mild tbh, it's 2:30am here so yeah take this with that warning

🌱. Gaming had come back from another trip in the harbour, gifts in hand and excited to tell you all about the people he's seen and the places he's been

🌱. But... You seemed off. Normally, he'd expect open arms and warm hugs, maybe even a kiss on the cheek (definitely a kiss on the cheek,) instead though, you were... Quiet, distant

🌱. So, he did what anyone in his situation would do. He started to ask the aunties and uncles why you seemed so different, asking everyone he could about the matter

🌱. One aunty held the awnser to his plight, she'd overheard you talking about how gaming was getting closer to this girl by the name "yunjin"

🌱. Worse still, the aunty informed him everyone thought he'd break off the engagement

🌱. Interrupting her mid sentence, gaming holds up a hand, "sorry aunty but i gotta go! I'll hear the rest of your story later!"

🌱. And he was off, running like his life depended on it back towards your house. Never in a million years would he dream of breaking this engagement, you were the best thing to happen to him

🌱. Upon opening the door, you're greeted by a very frazzled gaming. His chestnut hair in a disarray and his clothes all unkempt. Before you could fully close the door on him with some uttered excuse, gaming had his foot in the door, keeping it open

🌱. "Y/n! Wait! Just hear me out, okay?"

🌱. You eye him warily but you do wait, you owed him at least that much

🌱. "Listen, i know you'd heard how I've gotten close with another girl recently, but i promise it's not what you think! She's a performer, too! She sings opera and i just thought she could teach me some useful tricks... Regardless, my point is that you're wayyyyy more important to me! You're like my heart! So please, let me in?"

🌱. He was giving you his best puppy eyes, and while you were still doubtful you opened the door.

🌱. Immediately you were swallowed in the soft scent of his clothes, strong arms holding you in a hug. Melting into him, you sniffle softly, "I thought you were gonna leave me, i didn't know what I'd do with myself"

🌱. "Nonsense, I'm never leaving, not even in a gajillion years! So cheer up, y/n"

🌱. Spends the rest of the evening/night holding you and doing his best to soothe any worries you have bottled up, his hands gently rubbing your back and occasionally pressing little kisses to your face

🌱. Genuinely, you're stuck with him for as long as you'll have him

[olivia091108]

How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

[brandogenius]

hiii babe! could you write something about like famous rockstar reader says in an interview that Naomi is her celebrity crush and like what would happen after?

ofc!! i love this omf

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - naomi x reader - celebrity crush

- i feel like reader definitely says it on accident. something where they were just babbling away and didn’t realise until it was said and goes like “oH-“ clearly embarrassed and a blushing. i imaging it might be a live interview with an audience and everyone’s like freaking out

- people in said audience would post it to twt and it would go viral. fans are freaking out over it. you really share a fanbase with muna from you opening for munas tour so you’re familiar and friends with muna as it is. people hearing you say naomi is your celebrity crush has everyone theorising, talking about the times you were caught on munas tour vlogs, hanging out in the back of the shot with naomi

- naomi obviously hears about this and honestly the only thought i can imagine they feel is the 👀 emoji. they think you’re attractive but hearing your say they are your celebrity crush has them twirling their hair and kicking their feet fr

- naomi contenplating on whether or not to slide into your dms. funny or serious? sliding in with a meme or not? it has them stressing about it to the point they are screaming into the pillow with katie rubbing their back and jo trying to scroll through their meme folder trying to find a meme that fits the situation for naomi to send to you

- i can see naomi biting the bullet and sending a 👀 😏 with a meme at like idk 4 am not expecting you to reply / be awake so they have time to freak out but the minute they see the ‘seen’ not even 5 seconds after posting has them screaming and being prepared to yeet themselves out the window

- all three crowded around their phone at 4:30am watching you type and stop typing, type and stop typing until you stop typing and end up leaving naomi on read

- “bummer. major L on your part” “jo i swear to fuck”

- naomi prepared for defeat giving up, coming up with an excuse if you end up not replying within the next day. but really you just fell asleep on your phone 😭

- naomi falling asleep from nerves ? if that’s even a thing. so anxious and worried if they just destroyed their friendship with you from two simple emojis they end up waking up like shit. hair tossed. phone charger embedded into their cheek you know that type of sleep.

- waking up to their phone with 4 new messages from you. sent like 2 hours ago, naomi’s like “oh shit ok here we go ok we got this-“ to click on the messages seeing you ramble in their dms like “sorry if i made you uncomfortable-“ and naomi is just texting back like “no- you didn’t? i’m surprised. your celebrity crush is me? outta all people”

- you replying instantly which gives naomi a heart attack smh. you’re like “yeah- you’re just really cool and honestly you’ve been my crush for a pretty long time “ and naomi is totally not freaking out absolutely not. no no. totally not running into the kitchen where katie is at the table reading something in her phone and jo is making some toast.

- naomi reading the message over and over trying to form a thought but nothings there just a bunch of screaming like spongebob in the office

- “how about i take you out for dinner tonight?” and pressed send and it’s that tiktok / vine of the person pressing send and running away screaming. expecting you to either decline or leave naomi on read

- you respond though like “as long as we get ice cream then hell yeah” and naomi is stood in the kitchen like “holy shit”

- “alright owe up, gimme that $20. told you it’d happen” “you two did not place bets” “we absolutely did”

[apocalypticwafflekitten]

The Call

Ex!Catholic John MacTavish x Ex!Catholic Reader

A/N: This is kind of a Part 1.5 to my I Promise You, Bonnie, It’s Okay fic. I’m working on Part 2, but this happened in the meantime!

Original Imagine/Summary Thingy: The Reader follows through with their promise; Johnny makes an offer.

Warnings: 18+, No Minors, Mature Themes and Discussions*✨if you’re younger than 18 or have no age in your bio, I will not hesitate to block you.✨ Discussing Sex (not explicitly), Guilt Associated with Sex, Johnny having a massive crush on the Reader.

*While this part doesn't contain explicit sex, there are still mature themes and discussion about sex. I'm also labelling this as 18+ since Part 2 will be sexually explicit

Word Count: ~500 /Divider: @cafekitsune

Italics = Reader’s Dialogue over the Phone

Masterlist / Next Part >

“Johnny?”

He’s barely awake. It’s 3:30am. His grunt is groggy at best.

“I’m sorry Johnny. I didn’t mean to wake you, I mean, I guess I did, but I just got home and I— I feel guilty. So I’m calling. Like I promised.”

He sits right up, his nervous system lighting up at the sound of your voice - at what you said. He does his best to shake the sleep from his voice.

“Ye don’t need to apologize hen. I made you promise to call.”

“I know, I just feel bad. It’s so late.”

“I said I’d answer. No matter the time.” He says gently, hoping to reassure you.

He hears you hum over the line. You sound unsure. Johnny fiddles with the edge of his blue comforter.

“Where are ye hen?”

“Just made it home. Couldn’t stay the night.”

“Hookup?”

“Yeah.”

The line is silent for a moment and Johnny wonders what’s on your mind.

“Didn’t want to cry in front of a stranger.”

And fuck, if that doesn’t wake Johnny up. He’s one word away from bolting out of bed, throwing on the nearest clothes he can find, and heading to your place.

“What do ye need bonnie?”

Your breathing hitches over the phone, and when you speak your words are pushed out through a sob.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. It’s okay hen. What are ye feelin?”

“Like…like I’m stupid. Stupid for thinking this time would be different. I thought…I thought getting it all off my chest would help. I thought telling someone who understands would make things better, but I was wrong.”

Your sob crackles through the phone and listening to you try to catch your breath to speak, and not being there with you hurts something deep inside of Johnny.

“I mean, talking with you helped. But not as much as I was hoping. Tonight…I didn’t even…I mean, they didn’t either. I had to stop in the middle of everything and I just…left. It hurt too much Johnny. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I told you.”

Johnny’s heart is in his throat. He can feel the lump and he can’t swallow it down. It’s like it’s pushing something up his throat - like something is trying to break free.

He’s not even thinking when he starts to speak.

“Y’know bonnie, if you wanted…I could help you.”

He can almost picture your confused face when he hears the tone of your voice.

“How?”

“You could come over sometime. Or I could come to you. Whatever makes you more comfortable. And we could…y’know—I’d be there for ye. Walk you through things; make sure you don’t feel guilty about any of it.”

Fuck, why is he so flustered? Why is it so hard to make a simple suggestion? And why aren't you saying anything?

“We don’t have to a’course! I just wanted to throw it out as an option. There’s no pressure at all and—“

“Johnny?”

He takes a breath.

“Yeah hen?”

“Come by my place tomorrow? Eight pm?”

Johnny’s heart skips and his whole body warms.

“Yeah bonnie. I’ll be there.”

[vintagesage123]

Fired Gojo x Reader

its been 2 years but i'm back, see you in another two maybe

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That was it, really. No thank you for the years of torture no i'm sorry for all the stress i've put you through over the last 5 years of your life, no of course not, the asshole couldn't even come and tell me he was firing me himself.

All i was provided with was the cardboard box that I was supposed to put my things in. Fuck that, if they want me gone they can pack it them self. I've spent 5 years working my ass off in this company, i'm not spending another second in this hell hole.

16 hours later:

Something does't feel right, my head feels as if my brain is fighting to get out, my legs are like jelly, the hot body pressed to me from behind, and oh yeah that man's arm around me. Wait who the hell is that? ''Good morning sexy'' he smirks against my neck. Oh shit, i know that voice, I can already see that smirk just by the tone of his voice. Please tell me i didn't sleep with my old boss, please tell me i didn't sleep with Gojo Satoru.

i turn slowly around and see him, those blue eyes meet mine, still smiling of course. ''so... you wanna order in or should we go out?'' Oh no.

8 hours earlier

There was a banging on my door, I didn't order food did i?. I'm pretty drunk but i think id remember that. Slowly i peep through the hole in my door and see none other than Gojo. Fuck fuck fuck. What if I just pretend i'm not home?

''I know your in there'' Fuck my life.

I groan and open the door '' what do you want?''

''Nice outfit'' i'm wearing a hoodie and pj shorts. He pushes past me into my apartment. ''I have your stuff''

''What stuff?''

''The stuff you left on your desk before you stormed out, obviously'' he puts the box down on my kitchen island.

''Oh well why didn't you just get one of your underlings to bring it, like the way you got one of them to fire me'' i say ''and I also didn't storm out''

''You didn't storm out? then why did James tell me you cursed him out and oh... stormed out'' he laughs at his own joke.

''Whatever, we are done now, i don't have to pretend I like you and you can hire some early twenties bimbo to take my place''

He leans back on the island ''okay firstly'' he holds one finger up ''I didn't fire you for that reason, but thanks for the bimbo tip'' he holds his second finger up ''secondly if i wanted some eye candy I would have kept you, and your also good at your job so that's a bonus''

I step in front of him still a bit flustered from his comment ''Then why did you fire me''

''Your attitude'' he smirks

''My attitude'' i laugh at that ''my attitude, you were the one calling me at 3:30am to see if i could finish the work you didn't bother to get done, and i always got it done''

He leans down to my face ''You did, not very well but you did''

This ass ''Maybe because I don't have a business degree, and oh, IT WAS THREE THIRTY OR LATER''

''Yeahhhh, maybe that's why, anyways, whatcha doinggg'' he looks past my shoulder and sees the half drank bottle of alcohol ''Rough night huh''

''Fuck off'' I make my way to my couch and pour myself another drink.

''Woah, i thought your attitude was bad before, now your a full blown bitch. Keep that up and you might turn me on'' he makes his way over to sit beside me and pours himself a drink''

''What the hell is wrong with you'' i laugh.

''Oh my God'' he looks to me shocked.

''What, what is it!?'' i freeze.

''Your face doesn't crack when you smile''

''What is wrong with you, seriously, i thought there was an axe murder behind me'' I exhale.

He grabs the remote ''what are we watching, fight club, planet of the apes ohhh bullet train?''

I think of telling him to go home but that would be more work than just dealing with his presence ''uhhh bullet train''

It's about an hour in. He has spread himself out on the couch, the bottle's empty and we are pretty drunk. In this light hes kinda hot, well he was always hot, but tonight is the first time iv'e actually looked, like really looked. As I'm looking at him he catches me in the side of his eye. Oh no hes going to make a big deal out of this isn't he''

''See something you like'' he smirks

''Yeah Aaron Taylor Johnson is pretty hot''

''Anything else you like?'' he looks at me with that big cheshire grin.

''I mean Brad Pitt is pretty nice to look at'' he rolls his eyes at that. I almost feel like laughing.

''Sure you don't see anything else'' he grabs my thigh. What the fuck.

''No not really'' i gulp, there's no hiding how nervous i am now.

''Just relax, we've both had a pretty shitty day, why not relax?'' he lifts his hand up higher until hes almost touching me. Oh my god.

''If i say yes this doesn't mean anything, okay'' Is this a good idea, probably not, but i'm drunk and really fucking horny so fuck it.

He pulls me onto his lap ''You say no its a no, you say yes its a yes, you say its nothing then its nothing, what you say goes''

''Fuck it'' i pull him down to me and kiss him, and oh fuck he tastes good, like mint and alcohol.

He's holding me by my hips and grinding me down onto him, hes already hard ''fuck your so hot'' he says making his way down my neck. He picks me up from under my thighs ''where is your bedroom''

''Straight down the hall first left'' he drops me on the bed and crawls between my legs slowly pulling my shorts and panties down.

''Fuck, how long has it been baby, your soaking'' i really don't want to give him that answer, so I ignore him.

He puts his tongue on my lips and i already feel like i'm about to burst and he hasn't even gone near my clit ''Satoru'' i moan.

''How long baby, i wont lick you again if you don't tell me''

This asshole ''I don't know like...three years''

His smile drops ''how are you alive''

''Not all of us have a sex addiction'' he licks my clit this time and fuccckkk.

''I don't have a sex addiction'' he keeps licking''

''How many times have you called me late at night to 'leave to deal with a work emergency' because you wanted to get away from a woman'' he nips my thigh. ''Ow Satoru'' i hiss.

''I love it when you say my name'' he slides two fingers in me and it doesn't take him long to find that spot.

My legs start to shake and my thighs clamp around his head and then i'm seeing stars. Fuck i'm cumming already. He's good, easily my best, ill never tell him that of course.

When i think he's done he keeps going, overstimulating me ''wait Satoru, it's to much'' i moan out.

''How are you supposed to expect me to stop when you say my name like that, anyways I need to get you ready for me'' not long after he says that does he draw circles on my clit with that magic tongue and fuck i'm seeing stars again.

''Satoru'' i moan. Finally he pulls away from me. He pulls my hoodie over my head and see's i'm not wearing anything under it.

''Fuckkkkkk'' he kisses my neck and make his way down to my nipple and takes the left one in his mouth, letting me grind myself on his thigh.

He pulls himself back up to kneel in between my thighs ''I to be in you'' he pulls his fly down ''do you have protection''

''I haven't had sex in four years, so no'' this idiot

He smiles at me, what the hell is he smiling at ''thought you said three years''

''Shut up'' i grit out ''i'm on the pill, just pull out''

I've never seen this man smile more than after that sentence ''fuck yes baby'' he rips off his shirt and pulls down his sweatpants and fuck, no wonder these women keep coming back, easily 8 inches and fat to. Maybe he was right in making sure i was ready, this one time he was right.

''You ready baby'' he says stroking himself and lining himself up to my entrance.

I nod and that's all the confirmation he needs, he pushes himself in all the way ''fuckkkk baby your so fucking tight'' and fuckkkkk, hes right again, It's hitting just right, no man's fingers let alone his cock could hit that deep, but here the one man i thought I'd never sleep with is eight inches deep and i'm loving every second of it.

He starts thrusting at a slowed pace but doesn't take long to build up a rough fast pace. He lifts my legs up to my shoulder's and if i didn't think he was hitting the spot before, he sure is now.

He's not shy about showing how he enjoys sex, hes moaning and grunting just as much as me and it's turning me on more than i've ever been turned on before. He throws his head back in pure bliss ''Fuck baby, where is it''

I can't even think when hes hammering into that spot ''where's what'' i moan in between his thrusts.

''Your vibrator, you haven't had a cock in four years, you definitely have one'' he smiles. I stare at him in shock, how does know that.

''Em, in the nightstand'' without pulling out he grabs the bullet from the nightstand and puts it over my left nipple ''FUCK'' i moan.

Slowly he brings the vibrator down to my clit and in less than a minute i'm seeing stars. He doesn't stop there, he keeps abusing that spot and my clit. The only noises in the room is our skin and moans and before long i'm coming around him again. ''Fuck baby your so hot when you cum''

Tears are streaming down my face from the overstimulation, fuck its all to much, hes to much. ''Come on baby, just one more beautiful'' he lets my legs down and lays above me ''your so sexy baby he says kissing my neck comforting me ''your okay just give me one more''

''Satoru'' i moan and i'm cumming with him.

8 hours later:

Oh yeah that happened

note:

This is the second story i've written so the grammar and pacing might be a bit off but hope you enjoy and please id love some constructive criticism.

another note:

In this story i talked about pulling out, if your having sex pulling out doesn't work, please be careful and use protection.

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

(They Long To Be) Close To You {1}

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Part 1- Sunflower Vol. 6

(No mention of pandemic.This starts as Harry writes Harry's house)Y/N lived a simple life. She worked and she loved what she did. She loved her family and she was happy. She didn't think she needed anything else. But one day, on a flight to a new adventure, she meets the one person she never expected to meet.

Fic warnings: mentions of past trauma, smut later, age gap (8 years), will leave warnings every chapter.

June 2020

It started in the early morning. 6:45 am to be precise. It was a chilly Gallup morning, and the balloons were going up, as they always did that early.

Leaving the house as soon as she could, starting the 20 minute drive to work like she did every day. Arriving at work with no problem, she was immediately called into her boss, Sofia's office.

"Y/N/N, could you come in here for a sec? And close the door?"

Y/N's pov

I slowly walked into Sofia's office, closing the door behind me and sitting down.

"Did I do something again?"

The older woman chuckles and shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to talk to you. Do you remember when Alexander said we were expanding into Europe?"

I nod my head, briefly remembering the conversation.

"Well, they want you to go with a few drivers and go to London for a couple months to start up the first branch.Your position would be my current one. The company is paying for your living space and travel, you are responsible for anything else. Interested?"

Wow. That's... not what I thought she was gonna talk to me about.

"U-um yeah I'd love to! When do I leave?"

She smiles.

"At the end of the month. You'll be in charge of everything and everyone there. I know you'll do great."

I smile and thank her.

After that, the month flies fast. I pack what I need and it's shipped to my new flat and anything else goes into my mom's garage. On the day I leave, I meet the 2 drivers coming with me, Jackson and Adam, at the airport. At 4:30am.

It's already too early and I need coffee.

"You guys ready for this?"

The two men tiredly nod and we trek to our gate after checking our bags. After about 30 minutes we begin boarding our flight. The attendant scans my boarding pass and gives me a bright smile, definitely too bright for how early it is.m

"Miss, it seems you've been upgraded to first class due to availability. Enjoy your flight!"

Adam, Jackson and myself just share a look and proceed ahead. I find my seat and holy crap it's nice. They find theirs in economy and we part ways. I take my seat and pull out my iPad, briefly starting to get some work done. The plane takes off and soon we land in LAX.

The flight is a straight trip but I guess they had to pick up more people. I decide to put my work away and watch Demon Slayer instead. I pay no mind when I see from the corner of my eye, someone take the seat next to me. Jackson comes over to me to chat for a minute at that moment as well.

"Hey Y/N/N, do you have all the addresses for where we are staying? Ryan forgot to send it to us."

"Yeah. We're all in the same place, just separate units. We'll be fine."

He nods and then briefly looks at my screen.

"Really? Demon Slayer again?"

I flip him off and he laughs before he returns to his seat. After a couple minutes, the person next to me finally speaks up.

"Is it good? What you're watching?"

I take out my headphones and turn to the stranger, about to reply, when I see his face and my mouth drops.

"I-I um yeah, it is. I like it."

He smiles and holds out his hand to me.

" I'm Harry."

I smile and shake his hand.

I'm pretty sure he could tell I was shaking.

"I-I'm Y/N. I-It's nice to meet you!"

He laughs and I swear I could just die after hearing that sound.

"Y' must know who I am."

I nod and blush.

"I love your music. Always makes me feel better and brings a smile to my face."

He smiles.

" 'M glad to hear that. I love makin' music and gettin to share it. 'T means a lot t' me that it helps so many."

I nod and we talk for a bit.

I don't think I've ever actually had this meaningful of a conversation with anyone before.

"S'what are you watchin? Looks interesting."

"Oh, that? Oh it's just an anime that I like. I've seen it multiple times. I guess I just like watching it."

I giggle and he smiles, filling my stomach with butterflies.

"Would y'mind if I watched with you?"

I nod my head and hand off an AirPod to him, moving my iPad in the middle so we could both see and I hit play.

Somehow, through the flight, we finished season one and part of Mugen Train before we finally land. And I don't think I have ever been more disappointed. We both got up but before he walked away, Harry turned to me.

"I don't usually do this, but I want to see you again. Would y'want to maybe... exchange numbers? J-just as long as you promise not t'give it out...?"

Holy shit holy shit ho-ly shit.

"Y-yeah I'd love to! And I'd never do that! That's a betray of trust and that's one thing I refuse to do to anyone!"

He smiles and takes my phone, putting his number in it.

"Text me love. I would love t' get coffee with you sometime."

I smile and nod, waving him goodbye as I wait for Jackson and Adam to meet me up front. I see them come up and Jackson is grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Shut it Miles. I don't want to hear it."

The two men laugh as we make our way out of the plane to baggage claim. I look around briefly for Harry and obviously I don't see him, causing disappointment to show on my face. I decide to pull out my phone and text him.

Y/N- Hi Harry! It's Y/N!😊

H-Couldn't wait, could you love?

Y/N-I could've! I'm just waiting at baggage claim and the two idiots I'm traveling with are teasing me!😒

H-Yeah? That's not nice. Should I come steal you away?

Y/N-Ha! As much as I would love that, I have to get the three of us settled in and dispatch them. Maybe coffee tomorrow?

H-Sounds great! I know a great place! I'll text you the address! See you tomorrow,love!

Y/N-See you tomorrow❤️

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Waking up early the next morning sucked.

My alarm wakes me up at 6:30 as-per usual, but my jet lagged body did not agree with the new time zone. I had worked late, only getting to bed at about 2am, which would've been 9am my time.

I get up and take a shower, the hot water only soothing my aching bones for a short time. I dry myself off and make my way into the bedroom where my unpacked suitcases remain. I start to open them, only grabbing what I need.

I pull out a bright floral sundress, a pair of strapped sandals and the only other purse I packed.

I quickly get dressed before doing my hair and putting on just a little bit of makeup when I hear my phone ping. I look down at it to see a text from Harry and I smile.

H- Good morning, Y/N! I can't wait to see you!Meet me at the Abbey Road Cafe. I'll be there waiting! x

I blush and finish up before grabbing my bag and leaving. It's only about a 10 minute walk to the cafe and I manage to get there without getting lost. I head inside and find Harry in the back at a table. He smiles at me and stands up and he gives me a hug.

"You look beautiful! I'm feelin' a bit underdressed!"

Panic flashes in my eyes and he shakes his head with a small laugh.

"I'm only teasing! Really, you look amazing. Shall we get some coffee? Thought we might get some brekkie too before heading off."

I smile and follow him to the register.

"Order what you'd like. My treat!"

I frown and start to argue.

"Oh Harry, I couldn't ask you-."

He laughs and shakes his head once more.

"You didn't ask, I offered. Please?"

I sigh and nod and turn to the barista.

"May I please get a hazelnut espresso with oat milk? And.. a breakfast croissant?"

She nods and typed it in to her POS before turning to Harry, who smiles.

"A black coffee please. And a breakfast croissant as well."

She nods and he quickly pays and we stand off to the side to wait for our order.

"So, how was your first day in your office yesterday? Get settled in already?"

I sigh and only shrug.

"I suppose so. It's so nerve wracking. I was kind of thrown into this and while I'm grateful for the opportunity, it's a lot more responsibility than I had before."

He nods and gives me a small pat on the back.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quick, yeah? Y' seem pretty resourceful, like you catch on quick."

I plush and grip my bag in embarrassment. We get our order and sit down at the back table, talking as we eat. We finish quickly and dispose of our trash before heading out.

"So you haven't gotten a chance to see any of the sights yet, right?"

I shake my head with a frown.

"I'll be here for a couple months so I'll have time but I would definitely like to see them."

He smiles and nods.

"I had a thought- I know the big sites and exciting.. But would you like to see some of the hidden gems of London?"

My face lights up and I nod enthusiastically.

"Please! I'd love to!"

He smiles and holds a hand out to me. I blush and hesitantly take it, butterflies filling my stomach as he laces out fingers together. We take the tube down to Little Venice and my mouth drops at the view.

"I-I've never seen anything so beautiful before..."

Harry smiles and leads me down a pathway.

"I thought we could take a kayak ride. Is that something you'd want to do?"

I nod and smile. We head over to the dock and board one of the kayaks, sitting close together.

He holds tight onto my hand as we travel down the river, making small talk.

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1 Month

The next time I'm able to see Harry in person, he's walking through the doors of my office building with a plastic bag in hand and a smile on his face. My eyes widen as he walks through the dark doors and into my small office, shooting up from my chair in surprise.

"Harry! What are you doing here? Did you not see my text about lunch?"

He smiles and nods as he sits down in the chair in front of my desk, dropping my bag on the mahogany surface.

"I did. You said you had too much to do. So, I brought it to you."

He opens the bag and begins to place containers on my desk before pulling out a few bottles of water, and to my surprise, a bottle of Dr. Pepper.

"Harry... Where did you go? This looks incredible!"

He laughs and shakes his head. He walks away for a moment, to the break room I imagine, before coming back with some napkins.

"I didn't actually. Went to Whole Foods and Sainsbury's and bought the ingredients. Took maybe 2 hours? Hope it tastes good, haven't made sushi in quite a while."

He hands me a pair of chopsticks and opens the containers, my mouth watering at the sight.

"California Rolls? How did you know?"

He chuckles and he takes a roll and dips it into the cup of soy sauce he brought.

"You mentioned it the other day that you were craving some. Thought I might make some. There's also some fresh fruit and veg. Some veggie pot stickers too. Oh, and how could I forget-."

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small blue package. Oreos.

"Thought you could use these too."

He smiles and hands them to me with a smile and I blush.

"Are you a mind reader? I was just thinking last night how much I wanted some to go with my glass of milk! You are seriously amazing."

I'm not sure if I see correctly or not, but his cheeks tint as if he was blushing, and he lets out a small laugh. We continue to eat and chat until we finish. With a light kiss to my cheek, he leaves with plans to go to dinner later in the week.

4 Months

"Harry, really. Where are we going? It's 11:30! It's almost midnight!"

He laughs as he pulls me along the dark streets of London until he stops in front of a building.

"What is-."

I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head before opening the door and pulling me inside. He heads down a hallway and reaches a door, pushing it open before pulling me inside.

"A studio? Why are we here?"

He pulls me over to the grand piano in the corner and sits me down on the bench, before sitting down next to me.

"I just finished a song for the new album. I haven't played it for anyone outside of the band.. I wanted to play you some of it."

He turns to look at me and tears swell in my eyes.

"Really? You want to play it for me. I'd love to hear it."

He smiles and scooches up close to me before turning back to the piano. He positions his hands and begins to softly play and sing.

Holdin' me back

Gravity's holdin' me back

I want you to hold out the palm of your hand

Why don't we leave it at that?

Nothin' to say

When everything gets in the way

Seems you cannot be replaced

And I'm the one who will stay, oh

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

As it was, as it was

You know it's not the same

He removes his fingers from the keyboard and turns his head back to me, only for a look of fear to appear on his face.

"Why are you crying? Are you okay? Do you-."

I sniffle and shake my head before wiping away my tears with the sleeves of my cardigan.

"I-I'm fine. That was just-. That was amazing Harry. You really are so talented. That wasn't even the whole song and you already have me pulled in. It's gonna be an amazing album. Album of the year, I bet!"

He blushes and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

"That's definitely too soon to think about. But thank you love, I appreciate you saying so. Now, how about a late night snack? Then I'll take you home?"

I giggle and nod before standing up. I hold my hand out to Harry and he takes it with a smile. We walk out of the studio hand in hand in the dead of night, only our laughs echoing the streets.

7 Months

"A movie? You want to go to the cinema?"

I nod with a big smile.

"I haven't been since I left home! I thought it would be fun! Please!"

I pout and he sighs before giving me a small smile and nods. I squeal and jump into his arms, laughing as he catches me.

"What movie did you have in mind?"

I loop my arm through his as we begin to walk towards the nearest theater and I think for a minute.

"I was thinking like an action movie. Marvel if possible. Ooo! Black Widow! Black Widow is in theaters!"

Harry laughs and wraps and arm around my waist as we continue to walk.

"I guess that's the one. You really that into Marvel?"

I give him a look of shock and almost disgust.

"Sir! How many tattoos do I have?"

"16..."

"And how many of them are Marvel tattoos?"

"4..."

I give him a nod and he bursts out laughing, squeezing my waist as he pulls me along.

"You're too much Y/N M/N, you know that?"

I laugh and nod as we walk into the theater.

"Ohhh I'm so excited! I'm still sad over Natasha so if this doesn't save my fragile heart, I don't know what will."

He laughs and we walk in, taking our seats.

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"Okay, I'll be honest, that was an amazing movie."

I leap in excitement, struggling to contain all my energy as Harry laughs at my child-like nature.

"Amazing?! More like the best movie of the year! Kick ass cast! Florence was 100% the comedic relief I needed! But ooo that scene at the end! She's going after Clint! That's crazy!"

He laughs and pulls me to his side as we walk through the night, laughing and enjoying our time together.

9 Months

It's been a couple months since I met Harry. And everyday with him is amazing. We both work quite a bit but still manage to see each other a couple times a week. Earlier in the week, I received a phone call from one of the corporate bosses.

I've been instructed to go home soon. With the hiring of more staff, I'm not needed and they want me back in my old position... And now I have to tell Harry.

I'm waiting for him at our usual spot and I see him come up to me. I stand up and meet him halfway, walking into his warm embrace.

"Missed you love."

"Missed you too."

He caresses my cheek and kisses my forehead. I can only force a small smile.

"You okay, love? You look a bit down."

"Y-yeah I'm fine. But we do need to talk."

He looks at me with concern as I lead him to our table to sit down.

"So you know how I've been telling you how well things have been going with setting up the new branch?"

He nods his head in acknowledgment.

"Well... it's done. There's new staffing and multiple drivers... so they want me back home."

We sit in silence for just a minute.

"When... When do you have to leave?"

"In 3 days...Look Harry... I don't want this to be the end of whatever this is between us. I like you. And these past couple months? You've made me feel so alive. I've never felt this way before...I know this sounds corny but I don't want this to be the end if you don't..."

He pauses for a minute before he bursts out laughing, leaving me in shock and confusion.

"How do you always seem to take the words out of my mouth?"

He pauses for another minute before continuing.

" Of course I still want to see you. I love spending time with you, Y/N. We'll work it out somehow."

He takes me out of my chair and hugs me tight. He pets my head and I start crying.

"Shhh. It's okay love. M'not letting you go that easily. You're stuck with me."

I begin to argue with him, tears falling down my cheeks as my vision blurs.

"But I'm gonna be in New Mexico! And you're still trying to write your album!"

He gives me a soft smile and shakes his head.

"You're forgetting about something though."

I just look at him in complete and utter confusion.

Those are the facts though... how could I be forgetting something?

"How often have you FaceTimed your mum just this week?"

"I don't know- probably like a good couple dozen- ohhhh! Duh!"

He laughs and hugs me tighter, resting his head against mine.

"I know it's not ideal, but we'll make it work. And I'll come visit you of course. Can't go long without my muse, now can I? I'll never get the album finished without you."

I blush and bury my head in his chest, causing him to chuckle.

"I'm know you would do an amazing job finishing it. You don't need me for inspiration Mr. 'I like to write songs about sex'."

He chuckles and lifts my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Of course I do. I've written 2 songs already. Because of you. So I definitely need you. Stop thinking so little of yourself."

I nod, tearing up a little.

"Will you come see me off?"

He smiles and lifts me up.

"You really think I wouldn't? I'd never give up the chance to see you, even if it is goodbye."

He kisses my nose, making me smile.

"Let's go get you packed up, yeah?"

He grabs my bag and leaves a tip for the waiter.

"Wait, you're gonna help me pack?"

"Course I am. Gotta get my time with you while I have you. And besides, we need to finish Edens Zero, don't we?"

I chuckle and nod my head.

As excited as I am to go home to my family and my regular day to day life, I hate that I have to do it without Harry there with me. These past couple months have been amazing and he makes everything more fulfilling.

Heathrow Airport

I woke up early this morning and I'm not ready to leave. Harry came to see me off though. I take his hand and pull him off to the side.

"Something wrong love?"

I take a long deep breath.

"No... I just. I want to tell you something. I want to get it off my plate before I leave... Harry... I love you. And I know this is probably way too soon to say but- I just wanted to tell you. And I totally understand if you-."

Before I can finish, he grabs my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of his lips against mine. After a minute or so, he slowly lets go and he lets out a light chuckle.

"Sometimes... I swear... you talk so much that no one can get a word in."

I blush and bury my face in his chest until he pulls me out and places his finger under my chin, lifting my head up.

"I love you, Y/N. I mean it."

I start to tear up a little.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Dunno, because I am an angel."

He batts his eyes at me and flashes that smile that I love so much.

"Oh hush. I try to be cheesy and you decide to be cheeky."

He chuckles and hugs me, not letting don't let go until they call for boarding for my flight home. He kisses me once more and I let the tears fall down my face.

As soon as we let go, he wipes my tears with his thumb and smiles at me.

"Promise to text me when you're home?"

I nod my head and give him one last hug before I let go, letting the tears fall.

2 Weeks Later

Things have gone back to normal for the most part. I'm back to doing my old job. It hasn't been too bad. But I miss Harry like crazy. We FaceTime at least 3 times a day and talk on the phone almost every second.

He's been singing me to sleep recently and honestly I always wake up refreshed in the morning because of it.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, entering orders, when I see a name flash across my phone screen. I smile and answer.

Y/N- Well hello there, handsome!

H-Hi love! What are you doing later this week?

Y/N -Oh, you know, the usual. Working and going to my sisters this weekend, at least I think so. What are you up to?

H-Oh, you know, just planning a trip to go see my favorite girl this weekend.

My eyes go wide.

Y/N-REALLY?!

He laughs.

H-Really... Mum and Gemma wanna meet you. So... they were going to come with... if that's okay...

Y/N-I'd love to meet them! But isn't it too soon? I mean we haven't even made anything official...

H- That's what I said! But according to Gem, I refuse to shut up about you so they are insisting on meeting you.

I let out a little chuckle.

Y/N- I guess if I'm meeting them, you should meet my mom and my sisters..

H-We'll be in Thursday. I'm booking hotels for mum, Gem and Jeff.

Y/N-I'm sorry... are you expecting to stay with me?

H- I mean-

I let out a loud snort.

Y/N- I'm kidding. Of course you can stay with me. But it's only one bed so you can sleep with me or on the couch. I'll ask for Friday off and see if Sofia will approve it.

H-Don't worry bout that. We'll probably sleep Friday and explore later.

Y/N-Text me your flight details and I'll come get you Thursday after I get off. I can't wait to see you!

H- Me too love. I love you

Y/N-Love you too Harry.

We hang up and I get back to work, never letting the smile leave my face for the rest of the day.

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Ok it’s 2:30am here and my friend and I were having a stupid conversation lol. So, u know how in Botw he wakes up after 100 years w no memories, right? And then in totk the gloom takes over his arm and all but 3 hearts? Well we thought it’d be so bad but funny if it’d actually taken all his hearts, killed him, then Zelda had to put him in the shrine of resurrection again for another 100 years. But instead this time he gets to keep his memories. So when he wakes up Rauru says the whole “Hey! U been asleep for 100 years and I’m a past king! Go save Hyrule!” And Link be like “Nope. I ain’t playing this game again. I just did this 100 years ago!”

You’d think we’d stop there, but nope. Then my friend decided it’d be funny if he then yeeted off the cliff bc “yeah no, not doing this again, I quit life”, lol. But then Zelda sees him dead and just proceeds to put him back in the shrine of resurrection again bc “I refuse to let u die! It’s only been 200 years!” Lol so any time he dies like that she just resurrects him again until he finally kills her then does it again. But then Riju comes and does it and he just completely gives up at that point.😂😂

Gotta love 2-3 am conversations. XD

That's when all filters are off and the ideas get to flow without pause.

Still haven't gotten around to playing TotK. Been busy with other things. This blog included.

But that being said! I think that like Zelda being immortal and unwilling to let Link go is pretty in character for her, all things considered.

A lot of what started the cycle of reincarnation and the story being told through different lenses is the fact that there are forces that refuse to let go of one another.

Ganon doesn't want to let go of Zelda, Zelda doesn't to let go of Link and Link is more or less forced to chase after Ganon if he wants to protect all that h holds dear.

(I mean to say that Ganon continues to fight against the forces that have sealed him before and since Zelda is really the one thing that can get rid of him, she has a target on her back for just exiting. We can also add petty revenge for sealing him in the first place but that's not really as important.)

[nabibeans]

Forever you are my star

Summary: part 2 to Eternal Sunshine. Hongjoong wants seonghwa to live with him, Seonghwa is willing to make sacrifices to make that happen.

Disclaimer: there is transphobia.

•

The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning. It had began to storm during the night and carried into the morning hours, though it was a bit relaxing to say the least. A groan came from the bed, then a creek as a person sat up. Seonghwa stretched his arms over his head, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom.

“Fuck, how long did I sleep?”

Glancing at the clock the time read 7:30am, they’d slept all evening and night without once waking up!? Looking towards the left of him a content sigh left his lips. Hongjoong was still curled up against the sheets, blankets pulled up to be just below his chin, pink hair splayed across the pillows.

“You’re so cute.” Seonghwa leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, slipping out of the bed slowly and walking into the bathroom.

He could hear his boyfriend shift as he did his morning routine, then the bed creaking once more. The sound of gentle footsteps approaching followed by a sleepy voice.

“How long did we sleep? I don’t remember ever waking up. I’m starving too.” Hongjoong stretched his arms over his head, his joints popping loudly as he did so. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Seonghwa chuckled, “we slept a little over 10 hours, you looked cute while you wet sleeping. Sorry if I woke you up babe.” Hongjoong shook his head, standing on his tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, who gladly returned the kiss.

“Mmm, it’s okay babe, I have to pee anyway.” Seonghwa laughed at that comment, stepping out of the bathroom to give his boyfriend some privacy.

“Want to go to breakfast when you’re done?” Seonghwa stood outside the door, waiting for his boyfriend to come out of the bathroom.

“Yeah sure, mom and Bumjoong aren’t up this early so a breakfast date would be amazing.” Hongjooong stepped out of the bathroom a few seconds later, his hair brushed out and free of tangles now. “I know a great place we can go, they have the best pancakes ever!”

Seonghwa nodded, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend once more. It didn’t feel real, after two years of dating they were finally holding each other in their arms. Finally able to share soft kisses in person, able to just be close and have real dates rather than virtual dates. Seonghwa didn’t want this trip to end, it meant he’d go right back to having to talk to Hongjoong through a screen.

“Pancakes sound delicious, can I drive this time? You deserve to be a passenger prince.” His fingers ran through Hongjoong’s hair, caressing the soft pink strands.

“Sounds great babe, let’s get dressed and then head out.” Hongjoong kissed his boyfriend’s cheek before pulling away to change.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same, he wanted to stay with Seonghwa like this. Being in the same space, holding each other while they slept, sharing soft kisses every now and then. He wanted to live with Seonghwa..maybe he could.

•

The drive to the cafe was short, Hongjoong hummed along to the radio while tapping on his thighs, something he did when he was thinking. Right now his thoughts raced with ideas on how he and Seonghwa could remain together. He was 18, they could rent an apartment, he had money.

“What are you thinking about my treasure?” Seonghwa asked, his fingers lacing with his boyfriend’s. Hongjoong hummed, looking out the window before turning his head to look at his boyfriend.

“How expensive would it be for you to move here?” Seonghwa was caught off guard by the question, choking on his own spit before composing himself.

“Uhm, if I’m being honest? I don’t have a lot back in Korea, so it would mostly be just my clothes and personal belongings. Why? Do you want me to move to Los Angeles?” Seonghwa’s thumb ran over the back of his hand.

Hongjoong shrugged, “honestly, I just want to live with you. I want to stay just like this, I don’t think I’d do well in Korea. Considering California has some of the best trans healthcare, I can get my testosterone easily here. Don’t have to apply to change my gender, it would be safer for me to stay here. Gay marriage is legal, we can get married..we can…”

Hongjoong hadn’t noticed they’d arrived at the cafe, he also hadn’t noticed he was crying. Seonghwa cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears away carefully.

“Oh babe, I love you. I truly do love you so much, I’ll tell you what. Let’s look at a few apartments online when we get back to your house and we can talk about it with my parents tonight when we meet for dinner. I want you to be able to have access to everything you need regarding your health, I want you to be happy and if you don’t think you’d be happy in Korea I will gladly move here to be with you.”

Seonghwa kisses his tears away, pausing for a moment before continuing.

“I want to marry you, but you’re 18. Let’s at least wait until we’ve both hit 20 before we even start thinking of getting married okay? Let’s take baby steps, I promise I’m with you every step.”

Hongjoong nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Okay, now let’s go eat please? I’m really hungry.”

The couple got out of the car and headed inside hand in hand. Their future together was only just beginning.

•

“What if your parents don’t like me?”

Hongjoong was nervous as he held Seonghwa’s hand, they stood outside the restaurant waiting on Seonghwa’s parents. Hongjoong wore a dress shirt he’d borrowed from his brother, and nice slacks he once wore during senior photos. Seonghwa was dressed a bit nicer, a full tux with jewelry to pull the outfit together.

“Baby you’ll be fine. Stop over thinking.” Seonghwa kisses his head softly. A white car pulls up, parking before his family starts to get out. Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong tense up next to him, his hands getting a little sweaty.

“Seonghwa! Oh!? This must be Hongjoong! My you are as small as my son mentioned, I’m his dad.” Seonghwa’s father stuck out his hand. Hongjoong shook it shyly with a nod.

“Nice to meet you.” His nerves were staring to build up. Seonghwa noticed this, rubbing his boyfriends back.

“Sorry, he’s just nervous. Not used to fancy places like this.”

“Oh well that’s alright! We could have gone to some pizza place.” Seonghwa’s father moved out of the way. His mother coming up next, immediately she noticed something about Hongjoong.

“Oh! Seonghwa didn’t tell us you were transgender.”

Hongjoong immediately felt sick to his stomach, opening his mouth Seonghwa beat him to whatever he was going to say, “mom! He’s still a guy regardless.” The woman only nodded. Seonghwa knew how she reacted towards transgender people. She’d never understood, probably never would understand.

“Anyway, I’m Seonghwa’s brother, Seungmin.” Hongjoong only offered a trembling hand, he felt like he was about to throw up all over his shoes.

“N-nice to…I’m sorry.” , “Hongjoong!?”

Hongjoong sprinted over to a trashcan, leaning over it as he threw up. The nerves, the possible transphobia, it was too much. A gentle hand patted his back, comforting and warm.

“Let it out, it’s okay. I’m so sorry baby.”

Seonghwa rubbed his boyfriends back, cringing as another gag came from his boyfriend. He should have told his mother to behave before the dinner.

“You okay son?” Seonghwa’s father approached, a package of wet wipes in his hand. Hongjoong nodded, standing up and accepting the package of wipe to clean up his mouth.

“Yeah, nerves got the best of me. I normally puke when I’m anxious.” Hongjoong let Seonghwa wipe his mouth clean, hands shaking too much to be able to do it himself. What a great way to start this important dinner, anxious puking. Seonghwa’s father nodded, patting the boy’s shoulder.

“Me too! Man it feels good to not be the only one, Seonghwa I like this kid.” That was a relief, at least his father liked him. Seonghwa finished cleaning up Hongjoong’s face, tossing the tissues into the trash bin before turning back to his father. “Let’s head inside shall we?”

•

The dinner was going as well as it could, Hongjoong only ordered a small chicken salad, having lost much of his appetite after throwing up. He’d noticed Seonghwa’s mother kept her eyes on him, the whole time. She never once looked away except when she was talking to her husband or taking a bit of her food. Hongjoong shivered,

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.”

He pushed his chair out, getting up and walking towards the men’s restroom. Once he was gone Seonghwa decided to tell his family about his plans on staying in Los Angeles with Hongjoong, they had been apartment hunting online during breakfast; finding a nice apartment in downtown L.A. it would be perfect for the couple. Clearing his throat he began,

“So, I was looking at apartments with Hongjoong earlier. We found one we really like and have an appointment to view it on Thursday, so I’ve been thinking. I want to find a nice college in Los Angeles, and I want to live here with Hongjoong.”

The table was silent, everyone had stopped eating to look at the blonde male. Seonghwa shrank into his seat, hoping the news would be well received. Surprisingly, his father spoke first, setting his form down now.

“Well son, I think it is about time you flew the coop isn’t it? What does this apartment look like? I’d be happy to see it! As for you and Hongjoong living together, I also that that will be really good both mentally and physically for the both of you. No offense but that kid does seem pretty frail.”

Seonghwa sighed in relief, at least his father had a good reaction.

“I agree with dad, that kid is so skinny.” , “he’s just built like that since he’s so short.”

His mother had remained silent, her eyes hardened. Her fork dropped suddenly causing the men at the table to drop,

“You’re not disgusted by her? She’s clearly just a girl who thinks she’s a boy, if you wanted to marry a woman there’s a lot of nice girls in Korea.”

Seonghwa’s blood ran cold, looking around he made sure Hongjoong was still in the restroom before continuing.

“Mom. He’s a boy, he’s on testosterone and plans on getting top surgery as soon as he can. Just because he wasn’t born a man doesn’t mean he isn’t one now. If you don’t approve of my boyfriend that’s fine, but I’m not a child. Can you at least pretend to like him!?”

Seonghwa pushed his chair out, going in the direction of the bathroom. He needed to cool off, on the way there he ran into Hongjoong; who had just came out,

“Oof, sorry! So sorry I didn’t see you! Oh Seonghwa, what’s wrong!?”

His small hands cupped his boyfriend’s face seeing how frustrated he was. Seonghwa sighed, taking his hands into his. Gently kissing the tips of his fingers, Hongjoong blushed, a soft giggle passing his lips.

“What’s wrong baby?”

Seonghwa sighed,

“My mom is being super transphobic and pissing me off. We should just leave before she says anything to you, I know you’re already uncomfortable. Plus I’m tired, we’ve had a busy day.”

Hongjoong nodded, if he was being honest he was more than happy to leave.

“That’s fine with me, I’m tired of these itchy clothes anyway.”

The couple walked back to the table hand in hand, grabbing their belongings,

“We are gonna go. Hongjoong isn’t feeling well, might be best to head out before it gets worse.”

Seonghwa lied as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Hongjoong giggled playfully, holding onto his boyfriend’a arm, he didn’t miss the look his mother gave him as they left the restaurant. Though he couldn’t find it within himself to care, he’d be getting an apartment with his boyfriend, they’d probably look at colleges together. He was the happiest he’d been in months if he was being honest. Once they got to the car Seonghwa opened the passenger seat door letting his boyfriend slide in.

“Let’s go home baby.”

Hongjoong blushed, nodding slowly in reponse before yawning,

“Please, I’m tired. And I want cuddles.”

Seonghwa smiled, slipping into the drivers seat. Starting the car he turned to give his boyfriend a kiss, only finding the boy had already fallen asleep, cheek squished cutely against his shoulder. Starting the drive back to Hongjoong’s house he couldn’t help but imagine, soon the journey would be to their apartment. Their first home together, Seongwha couldn’t wait to spend forever with his treasure.

Arriving back to the house Seonghwa carried Hongjoong inside, the smaller boy cuddled against his chest. He’d have to wake him up so they could change, but he could do that when they made it to the bedroom. Pushing open the door with his foot, Seonghwa walked over to the bed. Placing Hongjoong on the bed gently,

“Hey babe, wake up so we can change.”

Hongjoong whined, sitting up slowly as he nodded. Sleep still lingering in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s hurry I’m tired my star.”

His star? Seonghwa liked the sound of that, he’d forever be Hongjoong’s star. No matter what.

|| there might be a part 3! However I want to mention one thing, I’m open to critique however please do not be rude about it. I am not perfect by any means and I’m certainly no professional writer. This is just for fun 🫶🏾 I’m just here to feed the matz lovers so I hope this layout is a bit better to read, again. I’m NOT a professional, I’m still learning

[her-storybooks]

Teething Problems - Chapter 3 Will and Mackenzie

Chapters: 3/? Fandom:The Newsroom (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will McAvoy/MacKenzie McHale, Will McAvoy & MacKenzie McHale Characters: Will McAvoy, MacKenzie McHale, Original Child(ren) of Will McAvoy and MacKenzie McHale Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, Family, Family Feels, Romance, Eventual Romance, couples argue, Dreams, Graphic Description, Hints of Smut Series: Part 2 of a growing home.

Summary: Will and Mac start to work closely when Will wants to make an on air apology to the American public. Old feelings and memories creep up and bring the two a step closer together.

Tuesday: 6:30am.

It took a lot of effort for Will not to turn up in the newsroom before 5am. He was itching to get in and work – just to have something useful to do! He praised himself on making it until 6:30 am. He was expecting a silent and empty room to greet him. His plans were easy. Brew a strong cup of coffee and do most of the work on his speech before the others came to join him. Mac, Jim and Neal agreed to sit down and draft the ideas of logistics of what he had worked on so far. It was a small team, for now. As things progressed, they would bring in more and more voices and opinions. Eventually, when they had a clean and polished version of the speech – he would hand it over to Charlie to given them the green light. He was hoping to skip the parts in between. Mac had said the speech would hold more gravitas on a Friday night, when their viewers peaked. But he wanted this apology on air as soon as possible.

These were the thoughts going through his mind when he stepped into the bullpen of the newsroom. “Will!” Daniel looked up from his Legos on the floor, building what looked like an impressive rocket ship and waved at him enthusiastically. He looked around and couldn’t see Mackenzie anywhere. “Hey buddy, what are you doing here?” He put his bag down on a nearby table and lifted the boy from the floor and into his arms. Daniel had a scent that was close to Mackenzie’s. It was sweet and pure and what Will imagined people meant when they referred to ‘new baby’ smell.  “Where’s your mom?” “I’m here!” Mac walked into the bullpen with two coffees in hand and papers under her arm. “I was just fetching these.” “Good morning,” he greeted politely. “Why are you two here so early?” “Mamma said you would be here as early as possible to try and do all the work yourself.” Daniel said whilst fiddling with the Lego bricks still in his hand. “Oh, did she now?” Will sent a pointed look over at Mackenzie who smiled smugly. She was clearly right. “Yeah! We’re here to stop you doing any work before Jim gets here.” Daniel giggled, balancing his bricks on the top of Will’s head. Will forced himself not to laugh, letting the bricks balance on his hair. Daniel laughed proudly when he took his hands away and they stayed in place. “Well, you’re doing a terrific job so far,” Will grunted, feigning annoyance. “So, you’ve read it?” Will tried to have his eyes meet Mackenzie’s without moving his head. “It’s a good start.” Mackenzie nodded casually, putting the coffee’s down, and glancing at the paper again. “A good start?” Will turned his head this time, sending the Lego bricks flying. Mac laughed, putting the paper down. “It needs some structuring and some concrete names and statistics. But the emotion is there. Like I said, good start.” “Your mom likes to poke holes in my work.” Will said to Daniel who giggled. “That’s my job.” Mac protested and handed Will his coffee. He took it gratefully and breathed in the rich coffee beans. Strong with a hint of caramel. He never ordered extra syrups in his coffee himself, but Mackenzie knew he secretly liked it. “Will?” Daniel piped up. “I go to the nursery at 7. Will you help me build my rocket until I go?” He spoke with a gentle plea and puppy dog eyes. Will actually felt his heart melt to the floor. “Pleeeaaase!” He said batting his eyelashes when Will didn’t answer right away. Will turned to Mackenzie with a pained expression. “Did you train him to do that?” “I don’t know what you mean.” She said, tilting her head and biting her lower lip. Her own trick that always worked when it came to him. Will rolled his eyes. “Fine! I surrender. No work until the other’s get here. Let’s build a rocket ship!”

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[comfortableinthesilence]

Mind Dump #293

Feeling a bit lost within myself tonight. These 12 hour office days just kill me out (I say 12 hours because I'm up at 5am, out by 6:30am and then not back home till 6/6:30pm). All that just to do the same thing I can do at home but what the bosses want, the bosses get.

To add to it, I closed my Etsy shop while I moved over a week ago and I've yet to reopen it and part of me feels like I shouldn’t. Sales had been slowing down mainly due to my crappy marketing skills, I've not created any new art in about 2 months. I have ideas and carry my ideas notebook everywhere I go but when it comes to actually creating said idea I just struggle to start. I've stopped creating art for me, wondering if what I create is good enough and would people like it and buy it. Creating art shouldn’t be like that, it’s about bringing the weird and wonderful ideas to life, regardless if others like it. That’s the attitude I need to find in my creativity and once I do I know I can create again.  

Also weighing on my mind is my grandad, I've not said much on here of late but he’s finally been discharged from hospital and is now in a new Carehome as of the other day. The stress part is due to his attitude and the way he’s acting with my mum, his daughter. When I speak to him he’s happy as larry but when my mum does he’s rude and ungrateful. My mum has bent over backwards to be there for him and he doesn’t thank her or anything. I know he’s been through a lot and he’s old, stressed and tired but I don’t like the fact he’s upsetting my mum when we are all just trying to do our best for him. I sense we’ll have a heated discussion sometime soon with him but I just wish he would be appreciative and understanding. 

As for living on my own, so far it’s been okay. It’s strange on days when I work from home as apart from talking to people through a headset, I can go all day seeing no one and speaking to no one in person. I’m an introvert and while it doesn’t bother me 90% of the time, there have been moments of loneliness. The thoughts creep in and I have to admit it’s taking some getting used to but we all have those moments I guess. Hopefully over time I can adapt to it and perhaps join some social club or go back to the gym to have social interaction. I guess in some ways working in the office for 2/3 days in the week is a blessing in that sense but think I would rather feel lonely then have to get up at 5am ha. 

So yeah, that’s where my head is at. I don’t expect anyone to have read all of this but if you have I apologise for rambling. I see my Tumblr as my online journal at times and it’s just nice to empty out my thoughts. I’ll share some pic updates of my place soon as I've made progress on my lounge, office and bedroom. 

Peace

[sunshinesight]

I finished the last illustration for the calendar after 2:30am Friday morning, technically the day after Thanksgiving. No, I didn’t get a November graphic with a quail as I had wanted. In the end I printed out a page containing some pumpkins and a groundhog, and I plopped the pileated woodpecker into the composition, and it is what it is — which is finished late.

So, it was 4:34am when I had all the graphics uploaded to my account on the site that will print them. I had to do some edits to make things fit… and I had to type in all the family birthdays and ancillary holidays. I paid for my order, checked for the confirmation email, and then doddered off to bed. I had to work Friday and Saturday, hence going to bed 2 hours late. I lay there — wide awake. Yeah, I should have been exhausted, and, as you know, you don’t get paid holiday pay if you don’t make your before/after holiday shifts. I rolled over — repeatedly, WIDE AWAKE. At some point I looked at the clock — it was 6:30something. The alarm is for 10:35am.

FUCK!!!!!!! Something woke me up in the 9am hour, and I thought to myself: where the hell did I put my key card and pen? These are my work things. Oh, my work food was in the fridge, my clothes were laundered, I was ready… where the fuck did I put the key card & pen?

The table had to be cleared for Thanksgiving. So, in the extra 10 minutes I have to get ready in the morning — I inspected all the places in the kitchen where things get moved off the table. Nothing. I looked in the bedroom. The key card & pen live in my pants pockets, maybe I left them in the sock drawer, on the nightstand, or even on the floor where I make a pile of laundry. Nope. Not a god damn thing.

I look around my desk in the living room. It’s nowhere obvious, like next to the desk blotter, on the printer, in front of the printer, beside the printer, on the other desk, on the large format printer… I scan the room. The key card & pen are nowhere to be seen.

I leave for work. Halfway to work I turn off the radio and call the person in charge. We have a conversation much different than what he probably expected when he saw my name on the caller ID. No, this is not call in, this is me calling to ask if there’s like an extra key card because I’m the idiot who hid my own key card from myself. I’m given a temporary employee key card.

Now, I’m there for 13 hours. At some point I call my father. You see, it’s entirely possible that I threw my work clothes in the washer at his house — where I do laundry — without emptying the pockets, and maybe I either left it somewhere in his laundry room or it’s in the bottom of the washer? It is not. In the mean time, the engine light had come on on one of the cars in our household, and there was a whole kerfuffle over where it was being towed… needless to say, the last time I left work before I lost my key card & pen — I had driven that specific car.

So, it was 23˚F at 1:20am when I parked in front of a privately owned tow shop and pressed the button on the key fob to let myself into that car. Unfortunately, I didn’t do something weird like empty the contents of my pants pockets into the cupholder next to the seat. So, that was a dead end.

Anyway, on Friday I get out of work at 1am and have to return by 11am the following day. This really means I should go home and immediately go to bed. Ha ha. You know I performed another CSI level search of the home looking for this key card and pen. I started with the tote bag I had removed from the other car. Yes, I keep a tote bag of “I might need this stuff” stuff in the cars. Usually it’s pantyliners and such, socks, underwear, extra eyeglasses, a box of bandaids, some random tube of cream, a wash cloth in a plastic bag (for bloody noses)… you know, emergency stuff. Nope, the key card & pen weren’t in it, or the other one I took out of the other car. Nor were they in my work bag, or any smaller bag in my work bag (there’s one with a bluetooth speaker, ipod, & cables), and another with first aid type stuff like aspirin, a small jar of Vaseline and a travel sized container of Q-tips — for if I have a bloody nose. Yes, I have a lot of bloody noses. It is what it is — which is that I have an insufficient amount of skin covering the veins inside my nose. That’s genetics.

Exhausted, and running on like 3 hours of sleep, I do a forensic audit of “what the fuck did I do when I came home from work last Saturday (technically Sunday) night?” I get home after midnight. SNL is usually on in the living room. I eat one of those frozen pre-packed cheeseburgers. Once again, I look everywhere in the kitchen that I might have moved things off the table to make way for Thanksgiving dinner. Believe me, that pile of mail on the chair has been rifled through 5 times now. The key card & pen are not there. Nothing is atop the dishwasher, atop the cabinet where we keep extra canned goods and pasta that didn’t fit in the can cupboard… it’s not in the kitchen.

I descend the steps to the basement. Nope, nothing on the large format printer. Not on the desk with the old iMac, not in the desk drawer. Not in the space between the stand for the printer and the desk. It’s still not on my other desk, not anywhere near the utility printer, not on the other large format printer. I picked through my colored pencil cases, pick them up — look under them. Nothing! It’s not by my other iMac. The key card & pen are not on my temporary/plastic fold up desk, they’re not on the foot stool, or in any of the piles of paper work in the 2 foot square paper cutter on the floor in front of the TV. Nothing on or under the sketchbook sitting on the rocking chair, nor behind the pillows on that chair. It’s not on the couch, or between or under any of the pillows on the couch…

I go back upstairs. I stand in the bedroom, there’s nothing in the always open sock drawer, on top of the dresser, on top of the stereo on top of the dresser… I take almost everything off the nightstand and then put it back on. Nothing. I remove all the blankets and pillows from the bed. Have I been sleeping with this key card & pen for 5 days? Nope. I pull the bed away from the wall to see if it slid down there. Nothing.

Defeated, I grab the slice of cake I had neglected to take to work to eat at lunch and go back downstairs to sit at the computer and wonder how in the fuck I lost my god damned mind. I look under the pillows on the couch again. I don’t know why, I haven’t sat on that couch in over a week. I look in the candy dish. I look inside the foot stool (it has a lid, and, yes, is storage as well). Nothing.

I look back at the desk with the old iMac again — and it hits me — my plan last Saturday was to come home, sit in the recliner, maybe watch some SNL, NOT eat that cheeseburger, and then go directly to bed because on Sunday I was making Thanksgiving at my Dad’s house and needed to get up the following day at a reasonable time…

The key card & pen were sitting on the bottom part of the side table between the recliner and the couch, behind 2 eyeglasses cases — for the extra glasses I have for when I realize the glasses that I wear when I work at the computer for long periods of time — I can’t read the menu on the TV when I wear them.

Like, basically, the entire time — these objects have been sitting in plain sight watching me search through the room, desperate to find them. The. Entire. Fucking. Time. They were literally in the last place I thought to look — and I searched a car and called my Dad to ask if I accidentally left them in his washing machine.

I’m sure I giggled like an insane person briefly, and then FINALLY went to bed.