#just remembered today is also ada's birthday

[cinammonelles]

For the drive them to the airport/help them move/attend their improv show: Vincent Nightray, Ada Vessalius, Xerxes Break

Exactly in that order

Would drive Vincent to the airport because, and I stress, I Cannot Fucking Drive and it would be hilarious to watch him slowly and horrifyingly realise this whilst being securely strapped in the passenger seat as I narrowly avoid hitting the 6th car in a row

Would help Ada move because I'm nosy as fuck and wanna see more of her occult stuff collection and also listen to her ramble abt her beloved occult stuff. Maybe also steal a few books from her collection while I'm at it ;)))) Also she has cute cats.

Would attend Break's improv show because. Well. Xerxes Break.

[noryszz]

Whiskey kiss

Leon x reader - alcohol, dull motives, uncertainty, fear of relationships

💋There may be inaccuracies in translation as I am not a native English speaker💋

Leon was greeted by the rays of the sun, which began to hide behind thick clouds, covering the sky with their canvas. He stretched sleepily on the soft bed. Kennedy ran his hands over his face, trying to cheer himself up. The hand went to the right side in search of the phone. Taking it in his hands, Scott looked at the screen - exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. He himself didn’t remember how he fell asleep at lunchtime, apparently fatigue and stress took their toll. Recently, a man was on a difficult mission, and after it it is very difficult to restore his usual and normal sleep pattern. It was also on this mission that he met Ada and now Leon is particularly disappointed in her. He knew from the very beginning that they would not succeed. That this “relationship” is worthless. Kennedy had been like a dog attached to her since Raccoon City. He didn’t want to let go, he held on until the last, but Wong still left. From time to time. This is a vicious circle that leads to the abyss, and not to the meeting of clear love. Scott knew full well that this needed to end. So he did. I understood that in fact my heart was given not to the woman who just used it, but to you. You are so close and so far at the same time.

The man doesn’t know how to approach you correctly so that you don’t hurt him with thorns. This is exactly what you seemed like in the eyes of strangers: a mysterious and inaccessible rose that could hurt anyone. But he was simply afraid and is still afraid. Because of his deplorable experience with Ada, Kennedy feels that no matter who he opens his fragile and crippled heart to, he will also be mercilessly trampled and silently left, leaving him in oppressive silence. In search of answers: “Why is this happening to me?,” “What did I deserve?” Everything is so complicated and confusing... But he knows one thing for sure - nothing but Raccoon City connects him with Ada and he needs to put an end to it. Long time ago it's time.

When Leon more or less recovers from his sleepy state, remembering that today he was invited to a colleague’s birthday. You will be there too, and this news makes Scott’s heart beat like crazy, echoing in his ears. The main thing is not to be late and be on time. Make a good impression on you. But what's the point? A man long ago decided for himself that he would no longer open his heart to anyone, not even to the woman whom he considers his ideal - you. Or rather, only the mind thinks so, not the heart.

The heart is like a romantic nature, which is drawn to admire you, shower you with compliments, gain courage and confess deep feelings. But fear and common sense are stronger. They block such things. He doesn’t let you close to him, he always keeps you away. Afraid of hurting both. Putting down the phone, Leon sat up in bed, looking around the empty house. The oppressive atmosphere of loneliness is oppressive and gets worse every day. It pains him so much to watch so many of his colleagues find love. How their eyes sparkle and their smile is brighter than the daytime sun. But this is unlikely to happen to Kennedy. That's what he thought. Fingers ran over the snow-white sheet, straightening it. His gaze darted to the panoramic window in front of him. Droplets of rain can be seen on the glass, which slowly flows into a fierce downpour, creating muffled noise outside the window.

There wasn't much time to get ready for a birthday party, so Scott got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. Turning on the coffee machine and placing a cup under it, he leaned on the table. Leon sighed sadly, looking at the second chair, which was always empty. And you could sit on it. Sleepy while he cooks breakfast for you two. Hearing your laughter and smile, which always charmed him. True, Kennedy is sure that he is not worthy of you because of his crippled soul. But loneliness is such a terrible feeling that it drives you into a corner with no way to get out. A kind of cell. If he is not destined to be happy with you, all that remains is to accept it. And this is one of the most terrible things: accepting everything as it is.

The coffee machine went silent, causing Scott to snap out of his anxious thoughts. He picked up a hot cup and drank the aromatic drink, which instantly burned his throat and spread warmth throughout his body. The man knows that on this birthday everyone will be in a festive mood except him. It was almost always like this. Leon simply has a ton of problems and it is incredibly difficult to distract himself from them and act as if nothing had happened. But this is one of the opportunities to see you again, to hear you. Kennedy is generally silent about the conversation, because it is unlikely to take place. You have your own group of friends and colleagues where Scott is not included. For him, he thinks, you are just a work colleague. Familiar, nothing more.

Having emptied the cup, the man washed it and walked back into the room. It’s better to start getting ready now so as not to fly at full speed later. The choice fell on a regular snow-white shirt and black trousers. Having put them on, my gaze darted to the tie that hung on one of the hangers. With a deep sigh, Leon took it in his hands, again not daring to put it on himself. The tie made him feel constrained, brought back memories of Raccoon City, his mission in Spain. What is it that Kennedy was strangled. Therefore, as soon as the soft fabric of the tie tightened even a little around his neck, Scott immediately ran out of air, and his state of panic increased. So it hangs here, completely untouched.

Folding it back, the man straightened his shirt, which was unbuttoned by two buttons, exposing a small part of his collarbones. He ran his palms through his hair, straightening it, and then the comb was used. Having done everything as needed, the silence and emptiness of the house was cut by a ringing telephone call. Leon blinked frequently, not knowing who needed him right now, when time was running out. Moving away from the closet, Kennedy picked up the phone. Your name flashed on the screen and his heart gave off a pleasant warmth. This hidden warmth was followed by a slight fear that, perhaps, due to some circumstances, you would not show up for your colleague’s birthday and in this way you were warning him.

The man's hands trembled slightly due to excitement. Swiping aside, he accepted the challenge. Your sigh was heard and then the soft and gentle voice that he loves so much. Scott was ready to listen to him for hours on end.

- Hello, did something happen? — Leon says and sits down on the edge of the bed. The gaze darted out the window, outside of which the rain never stopped falling.

- Hello! No, I just wanted to ask, were you invited to your colleague’s birthday? - your voice resonated pleasantly in Kennedy’s ears once again, causing his lips to break into a smile.

- They called. I'm just getting ready, so sorry. It's not very convenient to talk now. We'll meet there.

- Stop...

Scott hung up, cutting off your sentence. The man took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to answer like that, to interrupt the conversation. But as Leon promised himself earlier, he doesn’t let you get close to him. Doesn't give a reason or opportunity to get closer. Kennedy is afraid of hurting himself. But he's afraid of hurting you more. Collecting his thoughts, Scott stood up, grabbed his car keys and phone, and turned off the light in the bedroom. Dark light poured from the window from behind the storm clouds, creating a dull and gloomy atmosphere - completely conveying the man’s state of mind at the moment.

***

The rain pattered on the windshield, making the road and visibility difficult. The windshield wipers often went down and up, but didn't help much in such bad weather. Leon glanced out of the corner of his eye into the mirror above, assessing the appearance. Hair. They lie neatly in an uneven parting. There are bruises under the eyes due to disrupted sleep patterns. But overall the look is as chic and fresh as always. Having arrived at his destination, Kennedy parked near the house, where all the guests were invited. Scott unlocked the car and got out. Well, the man was immediately hit by heavy rain, causing his shirt and hair to stick unpleasantly to his hair. Leon quickly ran under the roof of the house and began knocking on the door. Even a couple of seconds was enough to get wet. Still, I should have taken an umbrella

The door opened and a colleague appeared in front of him. Kennedy went inside and handed him an envelope with money.

— Happy birthday, — Scott said in a calm tone and quickly looked around the hallway and listened to the voices that came from the living room. He immediately caught your voice and your heart began to beat faster, making you freeze.

- Thank you... Come in, don’t stand in the aisle. Can I give you a change of clothes? Or you can dry it with a hairdryer.

Leon shakes his head, taking off his wet shoes. Hands rushed to the damp hair, smoothing it and straightening it.

- No thanks. I’ll dry, — he answered briefly and with a deep sigh followed into the living room, where almost all the guests were already there. The pleasant smell of spices and all kinds of dishes hit my nose. Kennedy accidentally locked eyes with you. You smiled brightly at him and stood up.

— Hello! �� you drawled and took a couple of steps. Your gaze raked over Scott's body. Due to the fact that the shirt got wet, it became transparent and through it you can see the outlines of strong muscles and abs. You blushed and to change the subject, you opened your arms for a friendly hug. He froze, not expecting such a development of events and that you would even come up to say hello. The man looked around awkwardly and squeezed out the first excuse that came to mind.

- Hello. I think you better not hug me, you'll be all wet.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, showing with all your gut that you didn’t care about this fact. You hugged his lower back. Leon's palm rested on your back, fighting the urge to stroke it and start a conversation with you. But he would rather insure you from further moral pain than open your heart and soul.

- How are you in general? “I heard that the last mission was difficult,” you asked, nudging Kennedy to talk. He always seemed like a nice and interesting person to you, with his own deep inner world that no one wanted to understand.

Scott still slowly moves away from you, avoiding eye contact with all his might.

- Yes, it was hard. But I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said coldly and a little rudely and turned his head towards the table with dishes. His heart aches from his own cold and rude answers. But it will be better for you... Is this true or is Leon just convinced of it? Unknown. Kennedy really really wants to share with you the details of the mission, about his experiences, emotions and life. It is forbidden. He had already decided a long time ago.

- What's wrong with you? “You said carefully, raising your eyebrows. Scott has never been talkative to you, but today, for some reason, he acted rude and distant.

- Nothing, everything is fine.

After these words, Leon walked to the table and chose a place away from you, so as not to give in to temptation once again. But one way or another, your views still crossed. There was the clink of dishes, conversations and muffled laughter, but none of this was important to him. Kennedy thought only about you, a bright smile, trembling hugs... It was as if he had fallen out of the world, plunging into his thoughts. The man took some food onto his plate, trying to concentrate on the food. While the others continued to discuss something, Scott remained silent. With every second, being here became unbearable.

All you did was glance at Leon. Today he seems so strange, withdrawn. Completely different. As if something had happened. His appetite disappeared, leaving behind only interest and the desire to find out what was wrong with him. After all, when you asked a substantive question, Kennedy simply waved it off and left the table. Raising your eyebrows, you tried to distract yourself at least a little, getting involved in a conversation with your colleague and other guys. And it really helped.

And only Scott continued to sit motionless, he could not see your smile, shining eyes, and laughter, knowing that he did not deserve them. And if you enter into a relationship with him, the shine and shine will fade forever. What was also upsetting was the fact that no matter how you look at it, you won’t be his girl. You will not be his beloved woman, the closest person on earth. Unable to bear it, the man stood up, taking with him a glass filled with whiskey. His feet carried him to a small sofa in the corner of the room, while the rest of his colleagues chatted cheerfully and carefree with each other. Leon sighs heavily and turns his gaze to the window, outside which the rain does not subside.

Drops hit the windowsill and slowly flow down the glass. Kennedy picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a couple of small sips, and the drink immediately burns his throat. To avoid tormenting himself even more, Scott tried not to look at those bya. So he turned his face away, slowly rotating the glass in his hands. A few minutes later, Leon felt the sofa sag a little under someone’s weight. Kennedy reflexively turned his head to the side and noticed you. You sat down on the couch and looked at Scott with a frown.

— Come on, tell me,— you whispered tenderly, afraid of making it even worse. But you really wonder how he feels and why he behaves this way.

- Tell me what? “I’m fine,” the man answered briefly, placing the glasses of whiskey on the table with a knock. You take a deep breath and gently touch his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

— I see that something is bothering you. I just want to help…

All sorts of emotions consume him. Leon shouldn't give you a chance to get closer. This seems to be the boiling point. Kennedy flares up like a match, abruptly throwing your hand off his shoulder.

- I said everything is fine! - He raised his voice and immediately regretted it. How many times have I sworn that I won’t offend or cause pain. What did you do right now? You definitely shouldn't be together. The man is simply sure that he will bring you nothing but pain. He lowered his head down and took the glass of alcohol in his hands again, nervously rubbing it in his large palms, feeling guilty. You looked away and stood up silently, leaving Scott in depressing loneliness. It made me sad that you were trying to help, but they just snapped at you.

Or you have excessive concern for everyone and a desire to help and save. You went to the kitchen to somehow escape from the sadness and just be in silence. Approaching the countertop, you placed your palms on it, looking around the stove and other elements of the kitchen. It was not clear to you why Leon suddenly became much colder. He has become so closed, inaccessible... He doesn’t let you near him, he keeps you away, he doesn’t notice you. There's clearly something fishy going on here. Just as you wanted to move away, you felt hot breath near your ear and saw someone’s palms resting on the tabletop. Pleasant goosebumps ran through your body. Still, the slight influence of alcohol made itself felt.

— Um... Forgive me,— Kennedy whispered, touching your chin. He doesn't know what motivates him now. Recklessness or true feelings that he cannot contain. Alcohol gave him courage and relaxation.

You turn your head to the right, looking at Scott’s wet and parted lips, which are a couple of centimeters from yours.

You were the first to take the initiative and involve Leon in a sweet kiss. Kennedy realized that there was no turning back and there was no point in holding back. His hand reaches for your hair, running his palm there and squeezing it. The other one grabs your waist tightly, pressing you to her body. With a quiet smacking sound, the man pushes his tongue into your mouth, interlocking with yours. You moaned through the kiss, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. The taste of whiskey was felt on the tongue. It was wet, humid and so desirable. Sanity quickly returned and Leon quickly pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

- No you can not. We can’t...I will only bring you pain,— he quickly whispered, looking down. The heart rate was simply crazy. Your lips were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss them more and more. But then he will cross the line that he has been building for so long. Just drown in feelings.

- You're so stupid. Calm down, I know that I will only be happy with you and no one else.

Your fingers lifted Scott’s chin. Your lips crashed into the man’s lips again, reproducing the kiss with the same passion. Leon understands that there is no point in coming up with stupid excuses, especially if you yourself want it. His warm and gentle palms touch your cheeks, slowly stroking them. Kennedy yanks you against the tabletop, continuing to crush your lips. Scott's tongue latches onto yours again, creating a dance of sorts. The bittersweet taste of alcohol intensified, adding a special passion to the kiss.

“Damn, her lips are so sweet...” the man said mentally, unable to believe that this was happening to him now: he was kissing you. The most ideal and tender girl for him, whom he had so desired for a long time. And for that matter, Leon will do everything possible so as not to hurt her. To protect it like a fragile crystal vase. Give only love and do not create wounds that cannot be corrected. Due to lack of air, the two of you pull away. Kennedy's hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, stroking it a little before removing them completely.

—I love you,— Scott whispered quietly but firmly, taking your hands in his hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought it to his lips and left a short, wet kiss. - I don't want you to get hurt. It simply seems to me that I don’t know how to love and that this will only cause suffering.

You took a deep breath and stroked his fingers through the lock.

- Leon, calm down and listen to me. How much I saw you, how much I talked with you - you are a good person. Responsible and kind. I never I wouldn’t choose someone bad as a partner. And I love you too, with all my heart.

A smile shone on your lips and, unclasping your arms, you slowly embraced, leaving behind the loud voices of your colleagues and their thoughts about something. At the moment, only you exist with each other and no one else. Kennedy's arms tighten around your waist, pulling you against his strong body. This means that the universe gave him a chance that all is not lost and that he is able to receive his long-awaited and desired love.

[sadbigemini]

Hiya! It's been a bit since I've done fic prompts so here are a few today. These are from Bungo Stray Dogs which is new ik. Also a fun fact yesterday was my birthday. I'm not liking the responsibility and expectations that come with this age lmao. Oh, some of these have probably already been done but 🤷

What if the ADA switches places with the Port Mafia?

Oda is killed by someone different who had a grudge against him. Maybe they have a time rewinding ability? Idk but Oda didn't kill them sadly.

And instead of making his dying wish for Dazai to be a good person he asks him to avenge him and his kids.

And Dazai agrees...

They all have practically the same personalities (and abilities) just the Mafia who are now ADA aren't straight up murderous.

Just imagine the ADA commiting crimes

Like Ranpo coming up with the strategies, Kunikida as an executive, Yosano as an executive, Fukuzawa being a mafia boss, Junichiro being an assassin who is always up for murder, Naomi being a secretary who knows how to fight but is severely underestimated, and KENJI BEING IN THE MAFIA

Oh, mori isn't a pedo bc I think if Chuuya got to be the good guy he wouldn't let that slide.

Yosano still has the same backstory but maybe mori was a bit better but still felt pressure from war and the higher ups and stuff idk

Beast!Atsushi kinda idk if it would be Beast!Dazai sooo

Beast!Akutagawa but Chuuya is his mentor and Higuchi is like his partner. Kinda like Kunikida and Dazai

Chuuya used to be in the Port Mafia

Idk how or why Fukuzawa became the mafia boss???

Gin is in the ADA too

I think Tachihara would still have to be in the mafia?? Or maybe bc the ADA is always bumping heads with mafia that it would still be a place where he can gather info. Maybe the ADA is also under suspicion for something??

Idk wtf Hirotsu or Kouyou would be doing at the ADA tbh

Chuuya and Ango still have beef

What if Nakajima Atsushi tried to run away from the orphanage? Way before he was kicked out. What if Oda Sakunosuke found him?

Oda would have Atsushi stay where the other orphans were living.

Atsushi would also have a job at that diner or whatever it is.

And then he would help babysit his fellow little orphans whenever they arrived.

Atsushi saved the kids but he got hurt and lost control of his ability. He killed some of the Mimic members before passing out to heal from the bullet wounds. The tiger has never had to heal from anything so severe before. So, as the tiger had control she made him hide until he healed.

Oda finds him though with the help of the kids.

Idk what else :/

X-Files Crossover

Dazai Osamu as Fox Mulder and Nakahara Chuuya as Dana Scully.

Kunikida Doppo can be one of Mulder’s alien hunter friends or maybe two Scullys??

Atsushi and Akutagawa could be newbie agents that were assigned to the X-Files

Katai would definitely be one of the alien hunter friends

I don't think abilities should exist but if you could spin it in a good way go for it

Yosano could be a doctor or former doctor turned dominatrix friend that Dazai has

Ranpo could join the X-Files bc normal cases are boring or he could be an alien hunter friend

Fyodor is an alien

Sigma was abducted by aliens and doesn't remember anything from before

Chuuya had been abducted by aliens as a child but doesn't remember it. And thinks he was kidnapped by regular old people and hit his head or trauma blocked it out

Ango and Oda can either be higher-ups or alien hunter friends

Higuchi is a fellow newbie

Gin is in college or something

[otakusparkle]

Identity V 5th Anniversary is today!

All the Manor's residence is giving congratulations

(Part 1)

Murro : Thank you for the invitation! I am really looking forward to meeting all the detectives at the fifth anniversary celebration. By the way, can I bring my partner along?

Luchino (Reptilian) : Congratulations, congratulations on the fifth anniversary. One more thing... Pardon me, please forgive my abruptness... On the way here, I vaguely saw a scaled creature about 42 cm long, and I was really concerned. I heard that there is a natural lake behind the garden. May I have a look at it later?

Mike : Detectives! This big anniversary celebration. My friends and I have prepared a lot of performances, everyone remember to watch! Happy 5th anniversary!

Jose : Gems, jewelry, weapons... I have brought a lot of ocean-going treasures here. Of course, of course it is for you. A congratulatory gift for Eurydice's fifth anniversary!

Mary : Good evening. Happy fifth anniversary. Well, it's a gorgeous hall, hope you have a good night.

Demi : Let's toast to a precious fifth anniversary! Happy anniversary! Ah , would you like a bottle of dovelin, too?

Bonbon : Hello, I'm Bonbon. Thank you for your invitation. This bouquet of flowers is a gift, please accept it.

Victor: Hello, This is an invitation letter from Oletus. It is a grand birthday celebration of the manor, and you are welcome to attend.

Ann : Thank you for your invitation and best wishes for you. Happy 5th birthday to Oletus Manor.

Andrew : Thank you so much for inviting me to the feast. Detective, thank you... Do-don't have to, I'll just sit here.

Luca : On the fifth birthday of Eurydice, I would like to extend my sincere wishes to all the detectives and all the visitors. May you all enjoy this gathering.

Antonio : A very nice stage, and the newly composed song of blessing for this banquet will definitely resonate wonderfully!

Melly : Thanks for the invitation. I haven't participated in such a grand and wonderful banquet for a long time, and such excitement is somewhat nostalgic. Please accept my blessing, happy anniversary.

Galatea : This unique official meeting may allow me to create a "masterpiece" full of inspiration.

Edgar : The scene of the Eurydice anniversary ceremony, such a beautiful picture, I will definitely leave this day on the canvas.

Percy : I hope I don't disturb you... Of course, I am honored. I heard that there are also researchers from various fields coming today, and I am looking forward to the discussion with them.

Ganji : Thanks for the invitation. I heard that today is the fifth anniversary guest meeting here? Time flies. Well, happy fifth anniversary.

Will Brothers : It's all about drama. Are you kidding me. Of course we need seats for three!

Annie : Happy fifth anniversary! I have prepared some gifts, they are all cute toys, please don't dislike them. Hope to bring you happiness.

Grace : Thank you for your invitation. I'm sorry I can't make it to the dry room. These shells are given to you as a gift, hope you like them.

Ada : The time we spent together at Oletus Manor was pretty good. Let us wish together... Emil?

Emil : Happy fifth anniversary.

Phillip : Hello, thank you for your invitation. The togetherness and happiness will lead to wonderful inspiration, and I am very much looking forward to the next scene. By the way, it's a courtesy, and you are welcome to participate in solid wax figure exhibition.

Memory : Hey, are you having fun here? Relax, birthdays are such a happy day!

Orpheus (Nightmare) : After today, is it a sweet dream for another year, or a nightmare of reincarnation at midnight?

Orpheus (Novelist) : I will definitely record the grandeur and surprise of this banquet and remember it from time to time in the future. Hello, I'm "Orpheus". Nice to meet you.

Joker (Weepy) : Bless this precious day, happy anniversary.

Keigan : Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great honor to be invited to this meeting. I heard that the rules here are strict but also free and open. I am very much looking forward to the next banquet and surprises.

Luchino (Professor) : Hello, thanks for the invitation. Birthday, anniversary, this is a very memorable day. Bless you.

Shiyi : It's been a long time... It's been a long time since I've had such a happy time... Today's celebration, I wish you all peace and success.

Alva : Some times I haven't been in the crowd, and it's been a long time since I communicated with people like this... I just drink tea by myself. Thank you for leading the way.

Fredrick : The prelude to the fifth anniversary celebration has begun, and I have written a new music for this feast. You are welcome to attend today's performance.

Ithaqua : Fifth anniversary? It is an honor to be invited. Huh? Is it necessary to be so surprised... Anyone who thinks barbarism is better than civilization must be an illiterate with no etiquette? Is it really troublesome or do you prefer to see me as savage?

[mvrrow]

;; EDEN SHEPHERD — AS TOLD.

[ laura harrier, cis woman, she/her ] - was that eden shepherd i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty one year old who has been in nightrest for on and off throughout her life and works as the owner of ada's antiques has a reputation of being softhearted, but also evasive. they reside in ashmore & people in town usually associate them with collapsing beneath the sun; the rays of light dancing off your damp skin, wild honey with its tendency to stick to everything it touches, and handmade quilts sewn together by bittersweet nostalgia. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ james, 24, they/them, est, n/a ]

MENTIONS OF MEDICAL CONDITIONS (ASTHMA), CHILDHOOD ILLNESS, INFERTILITY, A BRIEF PANIC ATTACK, AND A BRIEF FAMILIAL DEATH BEYOND THIS POINT.

profile.

full name: eden beatrice shepherd.

birthday: september 4th, 1991.

astrology: virgo sun, cancer moon, sagittarius ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: simulation swarm by big thief.

current mood: afraid 😱

current location: [[[cannot be found]]]

last tweet: ...im pretty sure i just found a box of vintage sex toys in the basement. thanks grandma! #scarred

PINTEREST.

history.

grows up in a tiny commune off asbury grove, surrounded by nothing but woods; it's her mother, her father, and their entire gaggle of children. eden's not the first, nor would she be the last.

it's a good community - holistic, and the kids are homeschooled - but it's a good community. tightknit, everyone helps everyone and nobody is left abandoned. eden spends her days learning about the life cycle of insects and birds, what it means to die; the lifespan of trees and the evils of deforestation.

MEDICAL CONDITION / CHILDHOOD ILLNESS; eden's first asthma attack is sudden and sharp; a breathlessness she's never felt before, a new fear fresh in her six year old body. the body remembers its trauma - and even now, she can still feel that ache from her first attack. it's a downwards, upwards, and all around sideways spiral after then - combined with a weak immune system, she's quick to sicken. pneumonia and bronchitis, as soon as the flowers bloom.

the commune is great, and it's her home - but they can't provide the help she needs, not anymore; her grandmother, ada, takes her in - only for summers at first, just so she can get the treatment she needs at the local hospital, still near family.

she falls in love with nightrest quickly - has never seen the beach before then, doesn't know the joys yet of crystal clear waters - can only admire how the ocean stretches beyond the horizon. she loves her grandmother too - she's her favorite, after all - and they spend almost all their time together, manning ada's antique shop. ada teaches eden to knit, to sew - how to put a nail through wood, the sweet taste of their fruits of labor. how to be independent, how to be reliable. how to live.

her childhood and teenhood is split between the commune and nightrest; split between two worlds, but after spending summer after summer in the small town - eden and her grandmother send in a scholarship application for wardwell. she's always excelled in school - their homeschooling regime surprisingly strict, more advanced than she would've been otherwise - but it's still a surprise when eden's actually accepted into the private institute.

her courses aren't as hard as she thought they'd be, much less a worry than the student population; whispers of her being the weird commune girl - the girl who walks the town barefoot, middle of the night - nightgown blowing against the wind. she's a witch, they whisper. schoolyard taunts making up for years of missed elementary teasing. eden never pays them much mind - head always held high, eyes always cast down upon those who look at her the wrong way.

the one thing eden finds, is that attention finds her. whether it's curious interest or purposeful distaste, or a deeper temptation - she entertains it, bathes in it; her reputation goes from witch to whore, and all she does is smile.

high school comes and goes, and so do all the rumors - their weight heavy on her shoulders towards the latter years; but university is different. after consoling her grandmother, then her parents, then half the commune - insisting her health is in perfect condition - eden packs up and heads to boston university.

she majors in bioengineering - it's an umbrella of all the things she cares about; healthcare, and agriculture - energy and sustainability. gets through all four years and half of her masters program before meeting the love of her life.

andrew dyers puts all her worries at ease with just the sound of his voice. his peace is hers; he's her voice of reason, when her thoughts scatter her. she puts her masters degree on pause, just to travel the world with him. leaves everything she's ever known, because all she wants is to be by his side. it's scary - eden's asthma's improved little by little throughout the years, and she doesn't get as sick nearly as often - but he's always stood by her. even during their fights - storming off in the middle of european cities, cold shoulders and silent treatments - he's never left her side.

when he proposes - it's the happiest eden's ever been. marriage was once a distant thought - and now she's trying on wedding dresses, tasting cakes - picking out her perfect venue, all the way in greece.

INFERTILITY; it's partially a routine visit, and partially eden preparing for their future together in advance - when she finds out the news. she can't have children - at least not of her own, not from her. not with drew. and her world collapses before her, her dreams and pinterest boards crumbling down.

she keeps the news from drew - doesn't want to confront it, doesn't want to think of it - she knows that he'd still love her, still want to be with her; but her mind's a jumble of thoughts - there's too much to plan, and the back of her mind starts voicing doubts.

PANIC ATTACK / ASTHMA; the day of the wedding is the culmination of her every doubt, her every fear - she has a panic attack for the first time in her life, triggers her asthma - is practically glued to her inhaler. everything is too much for her, the future suddenly so unclear - her worries finally shattering her. and she runs. she abandons her wedding - abandons drew - and gets on the nearest flight back to massachusetts.

her grandmother welcomes her back with open arms - listens to her, cries with her - and nightrest is where eden stays. it's coincidental, but ada's health's declining and it's the perfect time for eden to stay around the house, to care for her. it's also her excuse, in a way - as awful as it feels.

FAMILIAL DEATH; that was almost two years ago; with ada's recent passing, eden inherits not only her grandmother's antique business, but her house as well - a given, considering ada's business was out of her home.

suddenly a business & homeowner - eden's been busy managing ada's financial affairs, fixing her books - refurbishing and restoring her victorian home in all its glory. it's not the life eden had expected - or particularly wanted, at first. but she feels happier now, compared to when she first ran away.

traits.

ASTHMA; first thing's first she's an asthma girlie<3 has that inhaler ON HER at all times. her asthma attacks aren't that often or as bad anymore bt u never know. she's kind of scared of them #scarredforlife

rly kind n will go out of her way to help others whether it's with tasks or with advice or literally. anything. is the type to cook u chicken soup if u say u have a sneeze.

at the same time though she's pretty closed off when it comes to her own personal problems or Deep Feelings. a little repressed.

it's a mix of being overlooked by her parents as a middle kid, sometimes - to being fussed over too much, when she was sick. to being talked about in high school, and just plain being stubborn.

personable when it comes to others like she knows ur favorite color, ur big three zodiacs, and what u did last summer.

DIY queen she does everything herself because why spend money when u can do it urself. does not stop

her grandmother's house-slash-antique shop is like a very old victorian that her grandmother snagged right when the family moved to nightrest. it's her family home before her dad joined the commune w her mom so there's a lot of history there n it makes eden feel. comforted idk

the ground floor is pretty much just all antique shit. almost a hoarder's situation to the point where eden's been going through pieces and seeing what's even valuable / worth selling. the only semi-cleared space is the kitchen n bathroom but otherwise eden stays upstairs.

she has a doberman named daisy mae because when murders first started happening in the town eden said<3 absolutely not. n got herself a guard dog. she's trained her very well n she's very proud of it.

also a little bit emotional support bc eden is like. a bit all over the place. a little highstrung, at times, i'd say.

she hides it very well bc she makes lists and pinterest boards n has a Need to Plan everything to the T but when things stop going her way or she feels like she's losing control she like unravels a bit into a mess of anxiety. #anxiousqueen

is a bit. broke admittedly. ran through her savings when taking care of her grandmother n is just hoping that the business will be enough to get her by. if needed she can fall back on her degree but her passion's a bit. misplaced atm

bet ur ass she kept every single piece of designer that drew bought her throughout their relationship. she feels immense guilt about the entire runaway bride thing but these items r sentimental ok. they're kinda comforting. even though eden's in the wrong. let her be delulu.

has not been in a committed relationship since drew. he was her only serious one tbh. big fan of hookups n the concept of friends w benefits, even moreso one night stands. nobody is allowed to sleep in the same bed as her, she'll probably sneak out when they're asleep if its not at her place.

definitely a bit of an overthinker. she has to analyze everything.

will be honest with u. will try to be nice about it, without sugar-coating it. will speak her thoughts if she has to.

holds a grudge like a motherfucker. she's hard to anger, and already has too much patience for others - but when u get on her bad side, ur there for life. queen of passive aggressive comments and never letting it go. will bring it up in conversation n acknowledgement will not satiate her.

has mastered the silent treatment. she goes so silent when she's upset n thats how u know u've fucked up.

i think thats all! truthfully idk if any of this will be true when i actually write her so!<3

relationships.

childhood friends, from when she spent her summers in nightrest to when she moved for school. people who've known her since high school.

consistent friends who've been by her side for years n have supported her on the sidelines

people who were like wtf? when she just ran away from her wedding bc that probably got her on some shit lists even if they didn't know drew personally. bc eden definitely didn't tell anyone why.

enemies<3 moreso from when they were younger probably but like i said. eden holds a grudge of a lifetime. she'll be like i know u called me a whore in 11th grade because ur boyfriend liked staring at my tits more than looking at even just ur face. n thats not my problem i hope u got the help u needed. sounds like it was traumatic.

hookups obv. one night stands n friends w benefits n people who like get that she doesn't need anything serious rn and never has.

unrequited crushes mostly on her but sometimes<3 her heart does things<3 n she is susceptible to a pretty face on occasion.

please let her be the unofficial aunt to ur muses' children she loves kids so much n gets along w them so well

college friends!! people who knew her as this like <3 passionate science nerd n is just like ? this isnt bioengineering ? standing in her shop

shop patrons <3 please fund eden's life. the store is nice i promise. just a little old.

neighbors i love a civil small talk that isnt about murder. people who've known ada growing up themselves n have their own funny little stories abt ada bc she was a bit like<3 eccentric i think.

but also actually a close friend group wld be nice? like a best friend or somebody she can tell her secrets to <3 give me like the one person who knows she's infertile. let her traumadump!!!

[thebearsy]

dear kak nyinyo’s loveliest sister, dede hannah🩷🧸 cayang hayiii<33 so, kak nyinyo saw your tweet last week about your birthday coming up, and—and i was totally surprised! { hMMMM harus ngasih apa ya hadiah untuk dede } bingung sANGAT BINGUNG super super bInGUnG🤯 it feels like we just celebrated together last time. kak nyinyo a bit confused about the exact date, so i’ve been checking dede’s account every day biar ada engga ya balon balon yang lagi terbang di akunnya dede?? huh____ i know i know, kak nyinyo should probably just google it, but kak nyinyo too excited sampai engga kepikiran buat check disana t_____t so kak nyinyo tadi search di accountnya dede dengan tulisan “birthday” on your account earlier today, and guess what? your birthday is today! it’s november 29, 2024— HAPPY happy birthday, sayangku cintaku manisku gemasku, bocil roblox kesayangannya kak nyinyo♡!!

hngg i was so surprised when i found that out, so i put together a little gift for you. really hope dede like it! also dede, kak nyinyo still cherish the special gift you gave me for my birthday last year *sniff *; kak nyinyo keep the link and read it whenever kakak need a little heartwarming words. . . your words there always remind kaka that im loved by those close to me, especially you, ternyata masih ada yang sayang kakak. ternyata kakak engga sendirian, kak nyinyo masih punya dede ;; 9

we might not chatting imut all the time for different reasons, but that’s totally okiiy to me cayang as long as dede remember kakak and your last message really makes kakak want to cries, dede lucu sekali😿 you have this incredible way of making everyone feel happy and drawn to your presence, kak nyinyo can’t remember exactly how we became close, but kakak do remember how we started chatting through mentions and then jumped to dms without even realizing it. dede kak nyinyo really care about you, don’t say sorry for being shoo away if you need to take a break or go quiet; cause it’s really doesn't bother me at all cayaang. thankies for being such a warm and lovely person, just like when we first met. kak nyinyo always here for you, and you’re never alone! let’s play roblox together kalau kita ada waktu fwee ya dede, happy birthday cayangnya kak nyinyo🐈🐾 enjoy your lovely and special day with a lots of loves and cake cayaang💗⁉️

[imsotiredtodeath]

To All The Girls That I loved Before: Lizzie

if love is a flower’s bloom then mine would be a fine pine tree.

in recent few days my life was sucked into a searching for a stills from Lizzie that i shouldn’t loss anyway bc it would be hard to recreate that moment. after all, i dunno who would have bigger influence on my current music taste, writings, or even movies than lizzie with all of her nerdy taste bc all i know she’s beginning that i won’t allow to come an end just like how she’s dumped me on her graduation days.

i wish i could writing about her in more gallant ways instead being anonymous but even on that state im still can’t write it right and this pieces even changed its form many times, from cerpen to poem then timeline-structured to love letter format, curhat bebas and now being a narrative bc im just being clueless about how to write it.

idk if it started from a poem called “Asam” or when i found her private writing-site called chameleon-days, all i knew that i fall in with her writings since and wanna write like her.

pertama kali ketemu lizzie tuh pas ada festival jepang di kampusnya, sebetulnya waktu itu pun masih belum kenal satu sama lain sih but ive already knew her, already read her poem but yes, she doesnt knew im existed. setahun setelahnya, ketemu dan papasan lagi dan tetep sama kali ini pun masih belum kenal satu sama lain sih, tapi akhirnya setelah hari itu i make a move, im trying to find a way how to talk to her.

after i could find her twitter, i’d still remember the first thing that i just said through dm’s was ucapan hbd ahahaha. that times, she’s barely removed the date of her birthday from its facebook, dan heran kenapa i masi tau tanggalnya, how could i forget that anyway. until today, that dates immortalised on my debt card’s passcode lol atau semua hal yang butuh kombinasi angka buat pin pasti pake tanggal itu.

knowing her twt was a big first step ahead than before to knew anything about her. everyday we talked through mentions as far im concerned because on that time she’s the only active followers of mine. lines becomes blurry, a fan of lizzie’s writings now become one of whom sucked into lizzie l’s life and influenced a lot by its.

Owl City was being my all time favorite bands bc how many times i spent on lizzie’s private site that played the band song named Saltwater Room, from that on i spent a lot listening Owl City and how its now being my therapy and many many times hold me alive, thanks to lizzie anyway. i wish she still listening to owl city this day. nga cuma owl city sih, banyak lagi musik yang i knew from her, ada Birdy yang juga i suka sampe sekarang gara-gara lizzie bilang let it all go-nya Birdy bagus.

selain musik sih, hal kedua yang i begitu ter-influenced sama lizzie adalah tulisan sama bacaan. after all she was the one who moved me to write anyway. back then, i write a lot to response her poem or kinda like that without she’s even knew hahaha. my lastest poem was titled in response to Tidal Blue, that also response for her poem anyway. Tidal Blue sendiri ini puisi lizzie yang ada di buku terbitan karya temennya yang i beli karena tau ada tulisan doi di dalemnya. bukunya sendiri sih semacam jadi jimat yang kemana-mana harus dibawa, mulai pas naik gunung dulu sampe pas kerja pertama kali di malang, bahkan sampai sekarang bukunya tiap hari ada di tas, pokoknya kemana-mana dibawa, i think its weird but idc lol.

if its book, then the first book that i hardly influenced by her to buy is supernova series. i dont even think how i could read a series, in a novel format, and 6 books, but in the end i could beat her on a race to finish the series ahaha. because this novel too, i could see her in third times on some book’s seminar. waktu itu nga heran sih kalo liat lizzie bakal dateng, cuma ada satu momen yang nerbener bakal susah dilupain. pas waktu antri buat ttd buku, she’s just standing on front of me, pake backpack oren, sepatu maroon, antri pas banget di antrian depan. i could say anything that times, emang udah kenal sih lewat twt tapi masi ragu buat nyapa atau masih mikir mungkin lizzie belum tau i, jadinya yha waktu itu cuma diem antri dibelakangnya aja. i ever write a poem based on that situation to reminisce that moment someday dan itu adalah satu momen paling deket sama lizzie.

novels also being part of how we’ve finally met, one of best moment that happen between me and lizzie because after many years being her fan, i could met her in person. so many times i wish i could ask her to met since we’ve already close that time, we’ve just talk everyday i got his personal chat account but i’d always slipped the chances because too dumb slow. surprised when she ask to tuker one of her novel with mine, its just the same novel but she want the versions of mine lololol yang makin heran tuh sebenernya novel punya saya dah buluk banget sementara punya lizzie waktu itu masih baru, heran mau-maunya haha. book from her was the second things that i got from her, since the first was bengbeng.

[illegal-spiegel]

Heyy how are you? I saw your post so i decided to try and send you a request. What I'd like to ask is a scenario: port mafia fazani celebrating his birthday with her s/o? Thanks in advance and have a nice day 💜💜💜

↳ AH YES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. THANK YOU!!! I hope I did okay 👉👈

↳ genre: fluff

↳ warnings: season two spoilers

I'm torn between wanting pm!Dazai to hate/not care about his birthday or to eat up the attention lmao. Let's do a bit of both 🤷‍♀️

okay SO

I definitely feel like if he didn't really care when he first joined the mafia. Like literally no one would know about his birthday

well, that is until Mori off-handedly goes, "Oh. It's your birthday today, isn't it? Happy birthday." Mother fucker knew EXACTLY what he was doing and it pissed Dazai off to no ends

that or Oda is planning him a surprise party (and by party I mean he's literally just inviting you since Dazai does't actually like anyone else lmao) (maybe Chuuya? Idk depends on when this is set lol)

now, if you two are already dating, then of fucking course he wants to celebrate with you

since he's close to you and actually cares about you, he'll let you see his softer, goofier side

the first year you're together, he probably wouldn't want you to plan anything for him

HE would take YOU to the arcade, the park for ice cream, the river bank, the city skyline, literally where ever he wanted to go when the mood struck him

I'll keep this sfw but just know things would get spicy at the end of the day

the second year, you don't ask for permission. You're planning the whole day out 😎

he's honestly surprised by the effort you put into the planning and is touched you care so much about him

at one point, probably the end of the day, he'll just hold you in his arms against his chest while whispering, "Thanks for staying by my side."

he then gives you the most passionate kiss of your life

once Oda is gone, he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday that year

you give him a cupcake and wish him a happy birthday nonetheless

once he joins the ADA though, things get much better and he starts to open up more

literally gobbles up all the attention everyone gives him for his birthday

"Where's my present, Kida?" he'll ask Kunikida with puppy dog eyes. Kida will then turn pink from embarrassment and start stuttering out that "he left it at home" or "it's on its way; it just hasn't arrived yet"

no matter where he is or what he's doing, he always spends at least half the day with just you

you've been there for so many birthdays, so many phases of his life, and he can't wait for the rest of the birthdays to come <3

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Here Comes the Cavalry

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Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

Word Count: ~2.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I had a really fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Charlie's 10th birthday finds itself the center of a showdown between Thomas and his ex-wife over the new woman in his life.

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Being a friend of the Shelby's- didn’t matter how close or distant- was like walking around with a target on your back. But you didn’t mind. As much violence and chaos that the family attracts, and as much as they try to have power over each other, there was a mutual love and respect between every Shelby that you hadn’t seen anywhere else. For example, when Polly found out Tommy had hidden crucial information, she was pissed; but also proud. It was a bit concerning, if you were going to be honest. Even Grace was kept in the loop after the divorce. Once a Shelby, always a Shelby, you supposed. Grace wasn’t involved in the family business at all, but she and the family met occasionally. Although, as time passed on, it was mostly so Charlie could spend time with his father. Grace was now remarried and her visits were far and in between. She drifted apart from all the Shelbys- not that they minded, as her betrayal was still in their minds all those years later. Thomas started to move on from her as well, now very much used to Grace not being a part of his day-to-day life. Today was the day that Grace and Charlie were making a rare visit to the Arrow House for his 10th birthday. Thomas postponed all of his meetings for the entire week to make time for his son, an action that made you smile when you heard Tom tell his clients of his absence. And they call him heartless, you had laughed to yourself. “Ada! How are you doing!” you said, hugging your best friend before walking into the Arrow House. You took off your coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. “Oh I’m doing great sweetheart,” she said. “Auntie Y/NNNNNN!” you heard a little boy’s voice yell from the stairs. The pitter-patter of their feet running across the wooden floor echoed through the large room and made you chuckle. “Hello, Karl!” you kneeled on your knees and opened your arms for Karl, who ran into them and almost made you topple over. “Someone’s excited to see me!” You squeezed him lightly, resting your cheek on his head. You pulled away from him and reached into your purse, grabbing a chocolate bar that you had bought for Karl. “I got you something!” Karl smiled, his cute crooked teeth on display. “Thank you!” He grabbed the bar from your hand and started unwrapping it, running away from you and towards the living room. “Uncle Arthur, look what Auntie Y/N gave me!” he yelled. “What did I say about the chocolate?” Ada chided you. You laughed. “I couldn’t help it Ada,” you defended yourself. “He’s too adorable to not spoil.” In the background, you heard Karl laugh loudly. “You can’t have any Uncle Arthur, it’s for me!” You chuckled and shook your head, looking down at the floor in mock exasperation. The Arrow House would be nothing without the echoes of Karl’s screams bouncing around the walls from time to time. Even Thomas seemed to brighten up a bit more whenever Karl and Ada visited. You supposed it was because his nephew reminded him of his own son that he barely got to see. At the thought of Charlie, you looked up to Ada. “When are Charlie and Grace showing up?” Ada shrugged. “They should be here in a couple of minutes. Why don’t we head to the living room? Tommy bought a shit ton of food for Charlie so we might be able to steal a bit.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ You and Ada made your way into the living room and smiled at the exquisite birthday decorations. There were balloons of every color bunched up every couple of feet around the room, a large birthday banner hanging proud and true on the wall across from the fireplace. “Hello, Y/N. Ada,” Tom said from where he sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. You smiled at him. “Thomas.” Tom smirked slightly- which was a fucking bright-ass grin when it came to Thomas. “We’ve been over the ‘Thomas’ shit, Y/n/n,” he said, quirking his brow. You chuckled. “We have,” you said. “Tom. ‘S just fun to be all fucking formal.” Tom pat the spot on the couch next to him while Ada left your side, sensing that you two wanted some

time alone. You walked over to Tom and sat next to him. “You excited?” Thomas nodded, his blue eyes brightening slightly. “I hardly get to see Charles anymore. You bet your ass I’m spoiling me boy when he’s here,” he joked. You laughed. “I’m sure Charlie’s going to like all of this,” you gestured to the decorations around you. “Oh! Before I forget! Where should I put this?” You reached into your purse and pulled out a folded mancala board that Charlie had begged you for the last time he visited. Thomas smiled and took the board from you, leaning down and sliding it under the couch. “We’re going to open presents after cake, so just remember to pick it back up.” From there, you and Thomas began to talk about the family business. Unlike with Grace, Thomas found himself consulting you on many decisions that he made. You weren’t directly involved but your advice was greatly appreciated by the family. Especially since Thomas wanted to get into politics- a field that you knew well because your father ran for MP multiple times before his death- your advice on what not to do gave him valuable insight on how to maintain a favorable public image. “I know your past is something that can’t be erased,” you said in response to Tom’s concerns about the subject. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be hidden. Or at least left ambiguous enough that people can’t ask the right questions. You keep the public from asking the right questions, and you make sure they can never find the answers.” “It’s a bit unnerving that you know this,” Tom noted, a smirk on his face. In truth, he was impressed. Your knowledge of politics was quite extensive considering your father tried to keep you away from it for most of your life. But you knew how to eavesdrop and read gossip, and so you gained a wealth of knowledge about politics. You laughed. “You’re acting like you don’t already know this.” Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled. “You got me there.” Your conversation was interrupted by the distinct shrill of the doorbell. Tom perked up and smiled. “Charles is here!” He practically jumped up from his seat on the couch and made his way to the hall. You followed him to the hall, beckoning Karl, Ada, and Arthur- who had been quietly eating food in the corner, thinking Tom hadn’t noticed- to come with you. You and the group walked into the hall to the sight of Thomas laughing and picking up Charlie in his arms and bouncing him up and down, making his son giggle. “Happy birthday Charlie!” you exclaimed, clapping. Arthur, Karl, Ada- and John and Polly, who had been talking in the hall after you arrived- clapped and joined in wishing Charlie a happy birthday. Charlie and Karl shared a hug that resulted in you awing. You looked at Grace and smiled. “Welcome, Grace,” you greeted her respectfully. Grace simply nodded at you and took off her coat. Turning around to put her coat on the coat hooks next to the door, she gasped lightly in shock when she saw your coat resting next to Tom’s. “Whose coat is this?” she asked casually. You apologized profusely. “It’s mine, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I can find a different place for it-” Thomas waved his hand nonchalantly. “Oh, no need. You’re not imposing, Y/n/n.” You blushed slightly. “Frances can take your coat, Grace. I trust you remember who she is?” He jabbed at her lightly. Grace huffed and nodded. “Alright.” The tension between Tom and Grace was palpable and made everyone make excuses to leave the room. You left as well, saying something about wanting to play around with Karl and Charlie. You knew things were bad between Thomas and Grace. So bad, in fact, that Tom had approached her with a divorce. Tom was many things, but he wasn’t the type of person to reach for a divorce. He believed that marriage lasted for life. But after Tom’s and Grace’s arguments over his ambitions and dreams started to grow from skirmishes to screaming matches littered with threats, Thomas had enough. He told you the night that he decided to divorce Grace that he didn’t want to spend his life with a woman

that didn’t support his political and business ambitions. You found yourself sympathizing with both of them. You understood Grace’s concerns about the target that would always be on her and Charlie’s back because of Thomas’s ambition. But you also understood Thomas’s argument that his ambitions were also the thing that would provide his family with more opportunities than he had. Thomas’s goals were a double-edged sword. Although, Grace had become quite cold to Thomas in retaliation for the divorce, often sending him and his family veiled insults. So you didn’t feel much remorse for her when Tom made barbed comments like the one made in the hall. You sighed while watching Karl and Charlie play. It was going to be a long party. _______________________________________________________________________________________ All of you were eating cake, you talking with Polly about some gossip that you heard when going shopping for groceries. “Apparently Brandon was just using her for her status,” you said, licking the frosting off of your fork. “But then Brandon caught Melissa sleeping with her boss-” “No fucking way!” Polly interrupted, putting her plate down and gasping. “How the hell do these things happen to people!” You laughed. “I know right! My life is boring in comparison- and I hang out with you insane idiots!” “Hey!” John said from across the table, his mouth full of cake. “We’re not that bad!” “Speak for yourself,” Ada muttered from next to her brother, cringing when John stuck his cake-covered tongue out at her. “Honestly, Y/N,” Grace’s refined voice reverberated through the dining room, “You shouldn’t be gossiping this much. It’s a boring pastime.” You quirked your brow. “I’m sorry?” “Oh it’s alright, I understand that some people have nothing better to talk about. I’m just saying, gossip signals a bland personality and I’m sure you don’t have that, hm?” Grace’s implied message was clear. You sat in silence for a moment, surprised. “No?” you said, going along with whatever Grace said. In all honesty, you didn’t care what Grace thought of you. She barely visited enough for you to give a shit. But apparently, Tom didn’t want to let it slide. “Look, Grace, it’s not a big deal to gossip, alright? You’d be a big fucking hypocrite telling Y/n/n not to gossip when pretty much everything you talked about was who was fuckin’ who-” “Thomas!” Grace chided. “What? If you’re going to walk in here and criticize how Y/n/n spends their time, you can fuck off, alright? I don’t need some posh stuck-up woman in me house. So either behave yourself and let Charlie have a good birthday,” Thomas threatened, “Or get out of me house and have fun on the streets for a week.” “You’d let your own son live on the streets for a week?” Grace asked, shocked. “My threat regards only you. Charles is me blood- you make me see blood.” Grace looked down at her plate and picked up her fork and ate her cake again. Tom took that as an agreement to get along with everyone and started eating again as well. You were just thankful that you had sent Karl and Charlie to play upstairs. But regardless of the tense situation, a smile graced your face at the immediacy that Tom defended you with. _______________________________________________________________________________________ “Hey,” you tapped Thomas’s shoulder when you both found yourselves alone in the back room. “Thank you for defending me.” Tom nodded and smiled slightly. “Of course.” “I mean it. No one really defends me so I really appreciate it. Especially since it’s Grace.” Tommy’s brows raised slightly at that comment. “What do you mean?” You shrugged, looking anywhere but at Tom. “I mean, she was the woman that made you the person you used to be before France. I understand there’s some bad blood between you two now, but she’s still special to you.” Tom hummed and walked closer to you, stopping at around 2 feet away from you. “So are you, you know. You’re special to me.” You smiled. “You’re special to me, too.” Thomas’s hand cupped your cheek lightly, his thumb stroking

back and forth. A flush made its way to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Tom. There was always some unspoken bond between the two of you that you danced around. You were always scared that it was too early after his divorce, but with the way that he was looking at you, he probably got over it a while ago. You don’t know who leaned forward first, but one second later your mouths were connected in a feverish kiss. Tom’s hands were traveling places, touching parts of your body that you caught him eyeing from time to time. Your hands rested against his chest and reveled in the feeling of his heart thumping against his chest as erratically as yours. So you had the same effect on him as he did on you. The kiss was a good indicator of that, but it was nice to have reassurance. Tom pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for months now,” Tom confessed. You smiled, pecking him on the lips. “So have I,” you replied, pulling his mouth back to yours.

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya���s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

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[tender-rosiey]

Congrats on 200 followers!! I just discovered your blog recently but I love your writing! May I request a Dazai + 3 from your 200+ followers event please?🥰💕

“You remembered?”

❥— Dazai Osamu (BSD)

❥— From the 200+ event prompt list

ᴀ/ɴ: thank you luvlies! I am glad you guys enjoy my writing 🥺💘 also @softdazais bby of course you can request whatever you want no matter new or old; I hope you guys like this one 🥰❤️

It was obvious that Dazai was a man of big antics, he always liked to make a big show out of anything.

Especially with anything related to you, your birthday? All of the ADA will celebrate it and you will get the biggest gift and longest cuddles.

Valentine’s Day? Every gift you imagined he would get for you is in your hands and you will have the sweetest letter with you.

Which is exactly why you are wondering, why is that he didn’t do anything let alone say anything today? It’s literally your guys’ anniversary.

You were expecting a huge celebration, something that would make this all mean even more than it already does, but it’s been half the day and all that happened was your usual routine with your lover.

You even tried to give subtle hints about what day it is yet nothing out of the ordinary happened not even a “sorry I forgot let me make it up to you.”

By now you were already done with your work and headed back to your house disappointed to say the least. Might as well give him a scolding for forgetting one of the most important dates for you guys.

You opened the door to your dear home only to find it pitch black with no lights on. Did the electricity cut off? You took careful steps inside and slowly reaching out for the switch.

As the lights turned on a beautiful sight was displayed in front of you.

A wonderful fancy dinner on the table, decorations on the wall and a banner that says “Happy Anniversary!”, scented rose petals scattered on the ground and a big box on the counter of your kitchen.

But where was the person who did all of this?

“Boo.”

There he was. Is this why he got off work even more early than he does?

You look back to find your dear lover with a smile on his face. “Happy Anniversary, belladonna.” He said while his hand slid down to your waist and pulled you close to him.

“You remembered?” You asked with shock painted all over your face as clear as white. He chuckled and pecked the tip of your nose then look deeply in your eyes “of course I did, dummy.”

He flicked your forehead and said “Did you really think I would forget? I am wounded, belladonna.” pouting at the end as he stroked your cheek.

You smiled sheepishly and hugged him closer then buried your face in his chest “What exactly do you have planned for us, osamu?” You heard a chuckle erupt from him.

But it was nowhere near innocent.

“Also is this why you got off early today?” He shook his head and said confidently “I had this prepared since the moment you left this house, except the food of course cause I won’t let you eat anything spoiled.”

You chuckled at how his voice got small at the end but got interrupted by the said brunette.

“Oh right! We have a very long night ahead of us, my love; but let’s start off with the food. I am pretty sure you are hungry as well from all the work Kunikida made you do today!”

Your tummy grumbled at the smell of the appealing food making you blush red from embarrassment while Dazai laughed softly and kissed the top of your head.

“Happy Anniversary, Y/N.”

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[notwhatshesaid]

Peaky Blinders - War Is Over

word count: 1900 (ish)

summary: the great war is finally over and the shelby's reunite.

she/her pronouns used :)

Todays the day! After four long years I finally get to see my older brothers again. I hardly slept last night out of excitement, neither did Finn. We got told off by Polly and a grumpy, half-asleep Ada, and they were still annoyed in the morning. Pol kept reminding us all week that they probably won't be the same as when they left. It hurts to think about the fact that they might not want to spend time with me anymore: I might begin to get on their nerves or frustrate them. They might even hate me.

Despite these thoughts, I was so giddy with excitement. I had made sure to bathe myself last night to look extra clean for them! I had also picked out my best dress to wear, it was very elegant. It was a present from Polly on my 16th birthday, she'd saved for ages to get me it after I spotted it in a shop window. I also had a necklace to match it, it had a beautiful gemstone infused with silver - a present off John before the war to always remember him by. Tommy had gotten me a copy of Little Women - he wrote a short, loving note to me in it and I've read it hundreds of times since. Arthur had bought me a teddy bear that had 'Love, Arth' embroidered on its left foot, he had also bought me and Finn some expensive sweets - Pol was very displeased. Told him off for giving us too much sugar.

In turn, I had written them all detailed and very heartfelt letters and made them bracelets to wear so we could be matching. I slipped mine on and gave myself a smile in the mirror. My hair was a mess so I went downstairs and Ada helped me do my hair. After a couple of minutes of doing God knows what, she put a ribbon in and I went to look at myself because I half expected my hair to look like a goat had chewed on it. Ada tries, bless her, but she's not exactly a connoisseur when it comes to doing hair. Instead of looking like I had just rolled out of bed, I looked pretty good. Two pieces of hair were twisted on each side of my face and pulled to the back of my head.

I was so happy I nearly forgot to put my shoes on when it was time to leave: Aunt Pol reminded me as I was about to step out of the house and we all had a good laugh about it.

Once we had set off to the train station, my nerves skyrocketed and my worries that they wouldn't like me anymore kept growing. I began to feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded. Aunt Pol and Ada took the lead, Finn and I dawdled behind them, him chattering endlessly about how great it is that they are coming home and all the things he missed doing with them. I didn't speak much, only chiming in with the occasional "mhm" and "yeah". No matter how many times he was told that they probably wouldn't be up for doing lots of what they used to before they left, he didn't really listen or understand. He was very young when they left, as was I, so I'm worried how he will act if they aren't like what they were in his memories.

As we stood waiting, Ada pulled me into a sideways hug and whispered, "it's going to be alright, Y/n, I promise." I nodded hopefully up to her and sank into her side, watching the platform get more and more busy; everyone was shoulder to shoulder but a small ring had gathered around us to give us space, us being family of the head of the notorious Peaky Blinders gang, and the big bad Tommy Shelby coming back to take over the reins, meant that people tried to avoid a possible conflict on such a joyous occasion.

When the war was first announced, I had begged Tommy, Arthur, and John not to sign up, I even tried to guilt trip them into staying but they left me anyway. They told me they had to fight for our king and country, that they would be fighting for me and the family; I still didn't want to let them leave, they didn't really  care that they could die, just that they were doing the honourable thing. Realising that begging for them to stay was futile, I instead had begged them for a big sleepover before they left and a day full of fun activities to remember for the rest of our lives. They agreed and we had an amazing time, such a great time that I momentarily forgot why we were even doing it in the first place. Whenever I started to get really sad and miss them I would remember all the fun we had, all the laughter, all the joy.

That joy seemed to leave when they did, fingers crossed it was coming back today.

It was really hard to live without them, running the business proved to be very difficult but Aunt Pol did so well in keeping everything afloat and making us all happy - for the most part. She knew that she could never fill their space, that no matter what we could never truly be okay until the boys got back and the war ended. Honestly, I was very mean to Aunt Pol because I didn't know how to process the emotions I was feeling, and everything was overwhelming but thankfully she was very forgiving and understood why I acted like I did.

The day they announced the war was ending, there were celebrations in the street, grand parties were thrown, and for the first time in four years, I felt truly content. Any nagging thoughts of waking up one day to a telegram was gone. We all hardly slept that night, we sat in the street most the night with the other partygoers drinking and letting everything move past us and every problem we had temporarily disappeared. The remainder of the night was spent with us around the fireplace, just existing and being at peace with one another.

When the train finally rolled into the station, Finn ran through the crowd despite Pol's efforts to keep him next to her, "he could get lost or end up on the train tracks!". Her worries were met with Ada taking the piss, "you know, I did read somewhere that little boys were being pushed onto train tracks. The papers are full of horrifying-" She was cut off by light smack, Pol probably slapped her on the arm. It's funny how much Aunt Pol worries so we've begun to poke some fun at her. She knows we're only messing about so she doesn't take any actual offence but she always plays along. I ducked my head to hide the smile that was coming onto my face: my family was going to be whole again!

A short while later, Finn was running back towards us with the three most powerful men in Small Heath - and possibly the whole of Birmingham - trailing behind him. The crowd absentmindedly parted around them as they moved towards us. John moved in front, pushing Arthur behind him, in order to reach us first. He was strutting with his arms outstretched, "Johnny Boy's home!"

As soon as he reached us he pulled me off my feet and into a hug. "I missed you so much princess." He spoke with a massive smile on his face, touching him made everything sink in so I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, breathing in his aftershave, "missed you more."

I could hear Tommy and Arthur behind me, Polly was crying quietly and Ada was making half arsed jokes - trying to mask her own slightly shaky voice. It's strange, she's not usually one to hide her emotions behind a façade, especially when it's her family. Maybe she's worried they'll take the mick?

I pulled away from John and he put me on the floor, "that necklace looks gorgeous on you, Y/n. Whoever got you that should be your favourite brother." My hand moved to my necklace and I laughed, "he wishes he was."

We hadn't been talking for long before, "Is it my turn now?" Arthur interrupted, very impatient. He didn't wait for a reply before picking me up and spinning me around. I clutched onto his arms, a massive smile on my face. Pol shouted, "be careful with her Arthur! Don't dirty her dress."

"I'm not going to drop her." He shot back, shaking his eyes in a playful manner. He turned his attention back to me and put me down, "have you been good for Pol and Ada?" I tilted my head, "I always am, I'm a perfect angel." He laughed and put one of his hands on my shoulder, "oh yeah? You wish. You're a Shelby, sweetheart, and the best one at that." I smirked, "obviously."

Tommy pulled our attention away from each other and asked me to walk with him, Arthur gave me a 'good luck' look and went back to talk to Finn and Ada. We walked ahead of everyone else, my heart was racing with each step we took - what did he want? Did Pol tell him about the incident? Surely not, it was a while ago and we've all grown and matured since then.

His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "that dress looks great." Confused, I replied, "thanks. It was a present from Aunt Polly."

"Did you do your own hair?"

"No. Ada did. This is one of her finer pieces of work." I gestured to my hair, flourishing my hand as I did.

He let out a soft laugh, it wasn't quite like I remembered it. "It looks alright. You've grown quite a bit, you look very mature and grown now."

"I am sixteen now y'know."

"I know, you're no longer my little baby sister. Can't believe I wasn't there to celebrate all those holidays with you."

"There'll be more holidays." I smiled up at him. My heart skipped a beat, he missed me! My fears were just irrational thoughts after all. "I really missed you whilst you were gone, Tom. I kept worrying that something had happened to you, John or Arthur but the telegram had gotten lost in the mail or that one day I'd wake up to Polly crying and a tear soaked letter in her hands-"

Tommy spoke before I could finish my sentence and grabbed my hands, "but we're home aren't we? I promise you, Y/n, no matter what we aren't leaving again."

"What about another war?" I asked with slight sincerity, "would you leave me, us, again?"

He pulled me into a hug, "there won't be another war." Tommy lifted my head up to kiss my forehead, "I promise you'll never have to worry like that again." Tommy laughed as I held up my pinky finger but he took it nonetheless.

Everyone had moved past us so he moved his hand to my lower back to direct me behind them, and through the crowds of people on their way home to celebrate - or mourn.

My family is whole again for the first time in four years. I’m never letting anyone leave ever again.

[writeroutoftime]

birthday

pairing: john shelby x reader

summary: it’s you birthday and when the love of your life and your family forget your birthday, you aren’t sure how to react 

warnings: none 

words: 1745

a/n: I wrote this story for @smallheathgangsters​, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEAH!! Thank you for being the wonderful person you are, I truly hope that you had an amazing birthday and that this year brings so many wonderful things your way. I’m so glad to call you a friend, and I hope you enjoy this story - even if it is kinda cheesy!! Best wishes!! 💛

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As the morning sun rose across the streets of Birmingham, small peaks of light filtered through your bedroom curtains and dosed you in the morning sunrise. With a yawn and a full body stretch, you reached across the sheets and your eyes shot up at the lack of another body wrapped around yours. Normally, John had at least an arm thrown over your waist, but that morning you only found sheets cool to the touch.  

Moments later you curled back into your blankets and tried to let sleep wash over you once more, no longer confused. Every year on your birthday, without fail, John managed to slip out of bed before you woke up and recruited your children to make you breakfast in bed. While it usually ended with John shooing your child outside while he cleaned up the egg and flour streaked kitchen to prepare something edible, the thought always warmed your heart. 

Though, of course, your children would still find some way to cause mischief before the day had truly began. One year, Katie presented you with a bouquet of wildflowers they had found, and you had struggled to contain your giggles at the sight of the rest of your children’s face and clothes smeared with dirt.

However, when you heard no banging of pots or pans, early morning quarrels between Will and George, and no hushed whispers and giggles as your family attempted to sneak up the stairs to surprise you, worry began to flow through your veins. Quickly, you wrapped your robe around yourself before you padded into the kitchen to find your family.  The only one you could find was John, you sat calmly at the kitchen table, a cup of juice in his hand as he concentrated on the paper spread out in front of him.

“Morning, love.” John greeted coolly when he heard you walk in, not even sparing you a quick glance.

“Morning.” you responded look around, slightly dazed by the sight before you. “Where are the kids?”

John’s voice kept the same, nonchalant, tone as he turned the page of the paper. “Oh, Polly’s watching ‘em today. “

A glimmer of hope bubbled in your chest at your husband’s words. Maybe this had been John’s plan all along – a day alone just for the two of you. It was something you hadn’t the luxury to enjoy in quite a while, and you were well overdue for some quality time with your husband.  “So, any plans for today?” you asked slyly as you walked towards John, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing a kiss behind his ear.

“Not really. ‘Less you count Tommy dragging my ass in to work today.” he said with a slight chuckle.

Had he really forgotten? you thought to yourself as you pulled your arms back to wrap around yourself and watched John go about his morning like any other day. The thought made your heart clench, but you decided against speaking up. John had never forgotten your birthday in all the years you had known him, and while that made the fact that he had this year sting a little more, you also decided he was it must have slipped his mind because of how hard Tommy had been working him recently. Besides, it wasn’t like you wouldn’t have other birthdays, perhaps you simply overreacted.  

“Well, I’m off, love.” John told you, offering you a quick peck on the lips before he adjusted his cap and was out the door without another word.  

You were left, stunned, and staring wistfully at the door. With heavy feet you dragged yourself upstairs to prepare for the day, taking the time to bathe and pamper yourself in the way that your life hadn’t allowed you to over the past few weeks. You decided that even if John wasn’t going to spend the day with you, there had to be other’s that remembered, and the day would be celebrated in style.

As the morning wore on, you rung Ada up to see if she would be open to a nice afternoon out to have a birthday lunch and do a little bit of shopping. That hope was quickly crushed when Ada picked up and immediately told you she was late for a shift as the two of you spoke. Polly was just as evasive on the phone, claiming she was taking the kids out and rushed you off the line without wishing you a happy birthday. You didn’t even bother to call the office because you knew if Tommy had called John in, then Arthur and Finn wouldn’t be far behind.

Dejected, you slumped onto the couch with an exasperated sigh and pulled out a book to fill the time, but once you realized you had read the same sentence over and over, you shut the book and decided to walk through the meadow that surrounded your house. When the sun began to set, you made your way back to the still empty house and ran the last stretch of land when you heard the phone’s shrill ring.

“Hello?” you asked, desperate for contact with another person.

“y/n?” Tommy confirmed through the receiver. “You need to come down to the Garrison.” he commanded – no ‘how are you’ no ‘happy fucking birthday,’ just him barking orders, as always.

“Why?” you pressed, the anger finally beginning to boil inside of you.

There was a sigh from Tommy’s end before he responded. “Because John-Boy’s drunk off his ass and needs someone to bring him home.”

“Fine.” you spat and harshly slammed the phone back on its hook.  

The entire walk to the Garrison, you rehearsed the lecture you had for John and any other Shelby member unfortunate enough to cross paths with you. While you first thought you could excuse John’s forgetfulness, knowing that he had abandoned you to get drunk, you couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Upon reaching the Garrison, however, you noticed the noise that normally flowed from the doors and windows was absent.

Slightly concerned, and with hesitant steps, you made your way to the entrance, cursing yourself for not bringing the small gun John had gifted you so many birthdays ago. Ready to attack at a moment’s notice, you headed into the pub to be meet with a pitch-black room, until -  

“SURPRISE!” you heard from every corner of the pub as the lights were switched on to reveal the Garrison overly decorated with streamers, balloons, and confetti all around.  

Front and center of the crowd stood John with a huge smile on his face, surrounded by all of your children who ran up to hug you. The rest of the Shelby clan stood off to the side clapping and cheering up a storm – even serious, stoic Tommy had a smile on his face as he held Charlie in his arms.

There was a chorus of “Happy Birthday, y/n” as you were led you to a table off to the side with your birthday cake, a handful of presents, and what looked to be handmade cards. You smiled at each and every one of the cards that your children made you and they gave you hugs before Linda ushered them together to take them home for the evening.

It only took a few seconds after that before a drink found its way into your hands as you went around to hug Ada, Polly Arthur, Tommy, and even Finn. They all expressed their sorrow for having to act like they had forgotten the birthday of one of the most important people in their lives, but you assured them this was well worth the suspense. As you tried to converse with some of the other guests at your party, a pair of hands suddenly covered your eyes, resulting in a yelp to pass by your lips.  

“Happy birthday, angel.” John whispered into your ear, and you spun around to face him with a smile on your face.

“You remembered!” you exclaimed and wrapped your arms around John and burying your head in his chest.

The look that crossed his face was slightly guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t enjoy acting like that to you, I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, consider me surprised.” you said and kissed him to let him know that you weren’t mad in the slightest and that it was truly one of the sweetest things someone had done for you in a while.

John pulled away from the kiss after only a few seconds but dragged you off to the private room of the Garrison and told you to sit down. With your head tilted, you watched John as he pulled out a wrapped present from his pocket and handed it to you before he sat down as well.

Eagerly, you tore into the wrapping paper and threw it to the floor before you gasped at what was inside. Inside the small box sat a beautiful, diamond ring that sparkled from all angles, complete with two, smaller peridot stones set on either side of the main diamond. Tears sprung to your eyes as John knelt down in front of you and gentle took the ring out of the box.

“I know we’ve been together for so long, but I did promise you a ring you truly deserved when I was able to buy it.” he reminisced and looked up at you sheepishly.

The memory made you smile and cry a bit more out of happiness. All those years ago when you had found out you were expecting Katie and John proposed, it was with the ring that currently sat on your finger. While you cherished the ring with your whole heart, John never felt it was worth of enough for you and vowed that when he had made a name for himself, he would give you another ring.

“It’s beautiful.” you whispered and allowed him to slip it onto your ring finger, your old ring moving to your right hand until you could find a chain for it.

John lovingly rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone and lifted your hand to brush his lips against your knuckles. “Thank you for being my beautiful, perfect angel. I love you.” he confessed, more than happy to be sappy and emotional in honor of your birthday.

“I love you too.” you told him and grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him once more, looking forward to the many other perfect birthdays you would spend together.  

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Last First Birthdays

Summary: Tommy & you celebrating your last child’s first birthday. You’re sad that the kids are growing up. Tommy provides a listening ear. 

Warnings: All Pure Fluff, slight mention of birth/pre-term labor. 

A/N: I am not a doctor, but did do some research. Enjoy, I loved writing this. Soft Tommy & Tommy with kids is my forever weakness. 

Word Count: 2.4K 

Today was a special day. Your last born was having his first birthday today. Attius James Shelby.

“Look at the birthday boy.” You coo, your fingers patting your son’s stomach as he releases a small squeal, happy to see your face. He had just awoken from his pre-party nap.

You dressed him in his 1st birthday onesie, khaki shorts, and clipped his pacifier to his top, which would come in handy later. His little blue orbs stare into your eyes, as you stand him up on his changing table, before lifting him into your arms.

“Let’s go find your dad and siblings.” You peck his forehead, brushing your hand over his brown curly locks. You walk down the stairs, to see the hustle and bustle of the last minute platters of food and drinks being placed. 

You walk into the living room to see Henry, your eldest son reading a book on the couch. Lydia, your second child with cards in her hands, slapping one down against the carpet. While Tom sits on the floor with Maeve, your third child, assisting her while laughing at something she says.

“Who’s ready for the birthday boy?” You speak gaining their attention.

“Me! I can’t wait for cake.” Lydia screams with excitement causing Maeve to scrunch her face up in annoyance at her sister.

“I am going to play with Jonas. He’s bringing his new card game over.” Henry responds, closing his book.

“Mummy we sing for Atty, right.” Maeve asks, calling her brother by his nickname, not able to pronounce his full name.

“Yes we will sing and have one slice of cake each. I will be watching.” You wag your finger playfully at Lydia. All the while your husband sits with a smirk on his face, his eyes fully enticed with yours. The doorbell rings, causing the kids to scramble to greet their family and poor Tom left with cleaning up the card game, but it wasn’t new to him with a house with four kids.

“Looks like you need some help Mr. Shelby. Bones of yours are getting old.” You tease, earning an eye roll, as he leans himself gently into you, as your free hand helps him off the floor.  

“Keep it up while it lasts, you are right behind me.” He chuckles pulling you into his side. “You look lovely, dress suits you well. Always a beaut.”

“Why thank you, my love.” Your lips press against his cheek.

“Let’s go birthday lad, we have to spend time with our crazy family.” You laugh as he takes your son from your arms, fingers entwined with yours as you make your way to the backyard. - The party was a smash. It was an overall great day with your’s and Tommy’s family and a few close friends. You hoped Tom was able to get Lydia to bed because she had a sweet tooth almost as bad as you, knowing someone gave that girl a second piece of cake (John), which was more unnecessary sugar the girl needed in her system, hoping she wouldn’t have a stomach ache from all the treats today.

Atticus enjoyed being passed around, trying cake for the first time, and being more interested in the wrapping paper than the presents. You took enough photos to last a lifetime.  

As you rock your son asleep in his rocker you mind couldn’t help but think back to what a year it had really been since he was brought into the world, a miracle really. You couldn’t take your eyes off the photos you would switch out periodically (as you took new ones) around his bedroom. Keeping the same ones you took of him when he was just born, when he arrived home, family photos throughout the year. The images floating in your head. The memories forever imprinted in your mind.

He was born eight weeks early in September.This pregnancy came as a surprise as you and Tommy weren’t expecting to have any more as your hands were full with three kids already. You both weren’t getting any younger. 

When you told your husband the news, he took it in stride, telling you how excited he was, despite the chaos of his world around you. All your pregnancies so far were a breeze but this one was stressful. Tommy tried his best to be home, get extra help around the home with the children, and get your older two children to be more helpful when possible.

Your water broke 8 weeks early and you had to have an emergency c-section. Tom was by your side through it all panicking on the inside but putting a brave front on for you. He wheeled you to the NICU to see your small infant son with tubes hooked up to him. Learning how to connect with him through the two small holes of the incubator. That was the start of a journey, for the family.

It definitely put a strain on your marriage of having Tommy balance work, the kids, and taking time visiting the hospital and helping you recover. Both your families provided as much support as possible. The car ride home was nerve wracking having to remember all this information and doing this without the help of the nurses.

Atticus settled in pretty quick to the environment and his siblings who would come to say goodnight to their little brother. It would be hard to sleep during the night with either one of always getting up to check on him, even if he was just sleeping peacefully. He was a little behind his milestones which was to be expected but each step of the way was worth it. He was growing healthily, was able to say little phrases, and was getting closer to walking. He was the calmest out of all your children and easy going.

Your heart was happy to celebrate his first birthday. All your children’s birthdays made you emotional, as you knew they weren’t going to stay young - little - forever. As much as you both wanted them to. This one was the last first birthday you were going to celebrate, as you weren’t planning on having anymore children. Atticus like the rest of your kids were going to grow on their way to independence and need you less and less. You knew you had to let them find their way in this beautiful but cruel world.

“Knew I'd find you in here.” His voice brings comfort to your heart as he whispers to you in the dim lighting across the room, opening the door, just leaving it cracked a bit.

“The rest of the crew are finally to bed and remind me to slap John on the back of his head the next time I spot him for giving Lydia a second piece of cake.” His head shakes with a roll of the eyes as he paces across the floor, to take half a seat on the arm of the rocking chair. You can’t help the smile that plays on your lips.

“Those two are as thick as thieves, poor lad can never say no to her. Spoils her rotten, like the rest of your siblings do to all our kids.” You reply knowing all the Shelby siblings loved all your children equally, each one having similarities to them all, but knew which children brought a weakness or were closer to their uncles/aunt.

It’s quiet for a moment, just the two of you, staring at your sleeping son in your arms. “You know he’s not going anywhere, none of them are. They’re always going to need you, need us. Hell, even I'll need you when I'm old and grey.” His lips peck the top of your head, fingers squeezing your shoulder with gentle reassurance.

He knew you like the back of his hand. His words rang true in your mind and heart, knowing this wasn’t the first time he found you in this spot, with the same thoughts, that come along with parenthood.

You wanted old and grey with Tom, you wanted to believe in it, even though you both knew it wasn’t promised not in his world especially. You were blessed with him thus far, this man aged like fine wine the older he got. You could tell he was getting older in trying to keep up with the energy of the kids, the glasses you adored, and the crow’s feet that was starting to make an appearance.

“I know, just working myself up over the small things. I know we don’t have to worry but I do. Just want to make sure everything will go right. Henry is going to be a teen soon, that boy is too smart for his own good. Lydia is just as stubborn as you are and free-spirited but reminds me of you. Maeve is sweet and our little helper, she’s only just started preschool. Both of them wrapped around your finger in different ways.

I accepted it then in my mind after Maeve but then Atticus came along. I think about the what if’s of that day, the weeks passed, but then I'm reminded of today. How it all feels right and complete. It all goes by so fast, I just want to hold on to this moment, ya know.”

He listens to your continuous thought, walking through it as you speak your mind. You were a deep thinker and took everything to heart because you cared so much. It was the little things that added up. That made life sweeter than the grand things. That was one of the things he loved the most about you, the thing that attracted him from the very beginning of your relationship. He doesn’t miss the quiet tears that release gently out your eyes, the smallness of your wet voice.

He knows what you mean because he has the same thoughts, even though he doesn’t always share them. He has enough nerves for his lifetime and lines in his forehead to prove it.

Henry the eldest reminded him of the earlier years of your relationship. Young, in love, just starting out. The excitement of your first born. He knew after Henry was born, he would do everything in his power to stay alive. He was smart, a leader, and enjoyed spending time with his cousins. He was a younger version of himself, but better. He was glad for it.

Lydia came a few years later and she took his heart when his blue eyes met her brown ones. She was a handful from the start (she was definitely his daughter). She reminded him of Ada in her sass and the mouth on her but also John as she was the child that brought the most laughter and entertainment to the family as she was extroverted. They would enjoy being silly together and tease you to no end.

Maeve was like you in all ways, sweet, loving, and ready to help the best way a 4 year old can. She was a shy girl but was definitely a daddy’s girl. Always searching for him when he was away or would try to sweet talk her way to stay up to see him before bed or read her an extra story. Would make herself comfortable in his home office to play with her toys or find a way to sit on his lap as he did paperwork. She would always ask him the sweetest of things or most serious things, trusting whatever answer left his mouth. He had the hardest time telling her no.

Atticus came as a surprise but in the best of ways. His birth changed something within him. Thomas Shelby wasn’t a religious man by any means, but when he watched his son get wheeled away by the nurses and was watching him through the big glass window the first few hours of his life, he prayed hard for the first time, in a long time, since he was 18. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing a child, let alone losing you.

He remembers your tears as he wheeled you to meet your son for the first time. Him reassuring you and himself, that it was all going to be okay. It was this child that made him slow down the most and rethink his priorities, putting them in check once again. These past two years were hard business and family wise. Managing the logistics of expanding and meetings, risky deals/death threats, raising 4 kids, with two under the age of 5 and in need of constant attention.

Handling the nerves of it all, your/his moods, and the tiffs you both would get in due to sleep deprivation, late nights working, stubbornness on both ends, or just not having a minute alone together or for intimacy. Moments like these, in the quiet night of his home with you and the children at peace made it worth every minute of the day. Made him want to be around even longer, even though it wasn’t necessarily promised.  

“I do too love, I know.” His fingers brush the sleeping infant’s cheeks, watching as he snuggles subconsciously closer in your arms. He knew he didn’t have to say much because in that small phrase communicated all you needed to know, to hear. The both you could read one another like a book where it speaks for itself.

“Come let’s get to bed.” He hums, blue eyes shimmering with affection, as his lips turn upward in one of your favorite smiles, reserved just for you. His soft lips press against yours lightly into just a small peck. The pads of his soft fingers, brushing against your wet cheeks to collect this remainder of the tears. He stands to his feet, holding the chair still as you get up to place your son into his crib.

“Goodnight, sweet Atticus. We love you.” You whisper, feeling the warmth of Tommy wrap around your frame, chin resting on your shoulder, fingers tangling together, bands touching as you both stare down at your sleeping son.

You knew that everything was going to be okay. Even though you weren’t going to be celebrating anymore first birthdays in your household, you knew every birthday after would still be as special as the last one. You always made sure of it as you loved celebrating birthdays as much as holidays. You had all you needed within yourself, the man you loved dearly, and the four sleeping children you called your own.  

[peakywitch]

Cassiopeia - John Shelby

Warnings: mentions of blood, war, curse word...the normal!  

A/N: changed John’s kids name! also, it’ll be revised through these days, tell me if you see any mistakes! <3 

word count: 2.3k

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The small footsteps of two mischievous children were heard throughout the house. It was very early, the sun was still down. The two opposing hands of the children were intertwined, guiding each other through the labyrinth into which the house was transformed when the moon rose. The old wood under their feet creaked with every step, which alerted his not-so-asleep father.

"What if he hits us?" Ben asked nervously.

"James has been telling you stories, right?"

The boy nodded sadly at his sister's question. His friend was frequently punished severely, but at the Shelby household, it was different.

"Don't worry, it's for a good cause. Besides, dad would never hit us." Winnie smiled, trying to see his brother's eyes in the dark.

A good cause? John thought, what would be so important to speak in the moonlight? He knew what his two kids were up to, but he stayed in bed, still being able to listen to the two of them talk. He wasn't going to get up, not until the sun comes up at least.

"Dad?" asked the voice of the girl, with a low and still voice "Are you awake?"

John turned his face on the pillow, seeing two heads - one with braids and one with blond hair, both disheveled - appear through the door. What the hell were Winnie and Ben doing up at such an early hour?

A sleepy voice invited them to climb onto the bed with them, Ben accepted immediately, almost jumping on his father. Winnie just sat on the end of the bed, watching John hug Ben.

"What are you two doing up so early?" he asked, as he gently combed his son's hair

"It’s Emma’s and Lottie’s birthday on Monday." Winnie whispered, not wanting to wake the smaller Shelbys sleeping in the next room.

"Yes, I know", he smiled "six years ... I don't understand where those six years have gone." He smiled wistfully. But even so, that smile showed a pride that was not visible in the moonlight.

"And we thought about whether we could bake a cake." Ben smiled.

John's eyes went to the boy's sugar-craving gaze. Then he saw her smile, which had a small window.

"So the good cause is cake, huh?" He smiled, giving Winnie a sense that his plan to be quiet had failed.

But even with a defeat, the girl smiled, as her hand traveled through the braid that John had awkwardly made.

“It's already Saturday, you don't have school. Why don't they go back to sleep? he asked, after a chat of flavors, colours and fillings.

Winnie nodded as she listened to Ben, who had been snoring from the beginning of the conversation.

"Aunt Pol, I need a favor." John asked, as he played with the toothpick between his lips.

Polly tore her eyes away from the journal for a few short seconds, seeing her nephew's pleading look. When she read the newspaper again, she spoke:

“I'll take care of the children today, John. But since you are always..."

"Actually, uh... the girls turn 6 on Monday, and I wanted to ask you if you could bake them a cake?" the doubt and confusion in John's voice led her aunt to laugh.

"When in your bloody life have you seen me bake a cake, huh?" she asked, putting the paper aside and taking the last sip of her tea.

"Yeah, well," he laughed, "I don't lose anything by trying, do I?"

Between a nostalgic chat about how they were six years ago, Polly remembered in an instant, interrupting John:

"Y/N!"

Polly's exclamation shook John's comfort, her screams were always sending him to the Calvary.

"Y/N?" he asked.

The name burned on the tip of his tongue and in the back of his head, unable to remember who it was. He had known a nurse of that name, but it couldn't be because some enemies had killed her in front of him.

“Do you remember Karl's cake? That delicacy of chocolate, hazelnut and caramel?” his aunt answered with a question, trying to enliven the memory.

How could he forget that cake.

The cake was soft as a cloud, the chocolate intense and the caramel had a few notes of salt that made your tongue dance. John had never tasted a better cake than that. Also, he had eaten three servings. Faced with the memory, he laughed:

"How could I forget the stomach ache that lasted for two days, ey?" Polly grinned "Never such a beautiful pain."

They both laughed.

John's feet were constantly changing position. He was alone in a neighboring town from Small Heath, an hour away from his home. The address Polly had given him must be wrong since it was not a bakery; it was a simple English house. It had some rose bushes in the small front garden and a bird feeder in a vibrant little lemon tree. The aesthetics of the home were out of tune with John in an extraordinary way. The striking difference between the green of the home and the black of his clothes made him feel like an outcast.

Somewhat uncomfortable and hesitant, he headed for the door. It was then that he could hear the subtle violin that came from the house, also a piano. The atmosphere was so mellow, it almost completely calmed John's nerves. With the piano in the background, he knocked on the door. The music did not stop. From what he knew, the music that was playing came from a gramophone.

A woman in her forties opened the door for him, her blonde hair was down and her eyes were tired, but still had a smile from ear to ear.

"Yes?" she asked, without moving her smile.

"Good afternoon, ma'am" smiled John, taking off his hat "I'm looking for Mrs. Y/N ..."

Mrs? John asked himself, since when did he say he was looking for a Mrs?

The woman called out the name, and within seconds an old woman appeared in front of him.

"Are you Y/N?" asked John.

"So it is, dear." The lady's smile denoted fatigue but a strange feeling of youth.

Uncharacteristically shy, John explained his situation.

"Oh, great, great!" He smiled, and invited him in.

The lady, without asking much, sat the unknown gangster on a pink sofa with flowers and black wooden armrests. John could observe that the music came from a phonograph, it had been almost twenty years since he had seen one, they were not so common anymore.

After a few moments of inspecting the curious and cozy house from that old-fashioned sofa, the lady appeared with two aprons: both pink, with ruffles and embroidery.

"Very good," the lady smiled, "put this on and Y/N is coming."

The old woman did not give Shelby time to complain, leaving him in the company of a pink apron, totally striking.

Polly, what the fuck have you gotten me into?

John walked nervously through the dining room, cooking classes? I'd had enough of Polly's teachings on how to make soup, there was no way I could bake a cake. Less than less, two.

"Are you ready, Mr.?"

The voice... the voice is different.

John turned around, seeing how a girl appeared in front of him.

"And you are?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"I am Y/N."

John was mixing a thick brown mixture, while Y/N a white. The image of the man in a suit, with a chocolate stain on his shirt, made Y/N smile every time she saw him. He had steadfastly refused to wear something as ridiculous and flashy as that pink apron, but he had been persuaded to cook the cake.

"So everyone who wants a cake... comes and has to do it too?" John asked, finishing beating.

"Yes."

"So, my sister Ada...?"

“I end up with her egg-filled apron, but yeah. The cake was made by her with my help. "

John stopped beating, glancing sideways at the baker's smile. He knew that smile, but still not the woman who wore it.

While the cake was baking, they both talked about life, war, music. Sorting things out amid animated chatter, John tried to caress her arms with his. The moles on her arms reminded him of stars.

"You remind me of war." He said, without thinking once.

The look of the young woman was a complete poem.

"You're not good with compliments, are you John?" the girl asked, trying to add laughter to the situation, uncomfortable.

"Hell, I didn't mean that, I..." a chill ran through his body, what the fuck did he just say?

"Do not worry." She smiled, finishing cleaning.

“When I was on the Somme,” John began, “when I was on the Somme I couldn't think of anything other than the smell of blood. I couldn't hear anything other than screams, in a thousand and one languages, be it prayers or calls for help. The sun burned my forehead ... I remember feeling the infinite beads of sweat that dried on my neck. But at night, when death rested and war ceased, he looked at the stars. The sweat of the day made me feel like I was dying of cold in the cruel and dark French trenches. I prayed i would come home safe and sound, or at least alive. And the smell and the screams continued, until i found Cassiopeia in the sky. Then the smell would stop, the screaming too. My body was flooded with the aroma of bread that my mother made, and a lullaby sounded in my head that I heard my aunt sing. "

Y/N's eyes were attentive to every word, unconsciously shedding tears. The boy approached her arm, and slowly traced the W that was seen on her skin. His index finger joined each mole, and he touched the stars of the Samarin sky. He felt that peace, he felt that song and he felt different.

After that, they kissed. It was a bearable kiss, momentary and fleeting but brilliant, like a star. It gave them both that feeling you get on New Year’s: that feeling that, although it is still the same, you have a new opportunity. A fresh start.

“This is how looking up the stars felt.” Said John, while his nose was touching hers.

“How?” Y/n asked.

Both of their eyes were still closed. Their breathing was slow and peaceful.

John couldn’t answer; he felt everything crumble inside of him. Slowly, the disgusting smell of blood was flooding his head again.

“Is the cake ready?” he asked pulling away from her, making the girl sadden.

“Uh…yes, we just have to write their names with icing and it’ll be ready to be eaten.”

Her eyes were trying to connect with his, but he was observing the kitchen anxiously, avoiding her eyes. They both knew that John was evading her, but he didn’t know how she felt.

He left her in the kitchen to finish her work, as he washed the batter off of his hands in the little bathroom. It didn’t matter how many times he used soap, he still saw the red dots of blood on his hands. He felt the dirt under his nails, and the sweat drops on his back were always burning and itching, no matter how many showers he took.

When he left the bathroom, five minutes later, he saw the girl getting ready to write his daughters’ names on both cakes.

With a professional smile on her face, she asked for the names.

“Emma and Charlotte.” he smiled, tiredly.

As he put his coat on again, he watched the girl write both names in pink icing. She had a little bit of her tongue out, and was frowning. John couldn’t help but smile, not realizing how peaceful he was feeling.

One minute after he put on his cap on his the pocket of his coat, the baker gave him two white boxes.

“I really hope you learned something today.” She said with a smile, he smiled back.

“This” he said, giving her money “I believe is yours…”

He was giving her eight quids. Her eyes opened with astonishment.

“It’s two pounds each cake, John. Four in total.”

“Take ‘em, really.” He said, still insisting.

“John, I will accept five, and that’s it.” She said back, trying to act tough. Jesus, eight pounds sounded bloody amazing.

“I compared you to war, c’mon. Take them all.” He insisted agin.

“Six, and if you insist again I will give you both cakes as gifts.” She smiles, feeling the victory in her plan.

John smiled, he couldn’t believe how hard headed she was. He looked away, and let out a little laugh before looking at her, directly in the yes.

“Six it is.”

And when she saw the smile on John’s face, she felt like it was all good again, just like before and during the kiss. Boy was she wrong.

“You know…” the man started “I shouldn’t have kissed you, I’m so sorry…m’ wife, well…”

Y/N’s stiffened, her blood became ice. Every cell in her body fell numb.

“Oh…” she said.

John didn’t say a word. Neither did her.

She helped him load the cakes in his car, but the again. None of them said good bye. He took off, having given the girl two quids more.

He paid for the kiss, she though, not because he was sorry of what he said.

That night, she felt as dirty as John felt. The kiss was burning her lips, her consciousness, every inch of her body. She scrubbed her body even harder in the tub, tears were building up in her eyes.

But John,  on the other hand, felt peace every time he remembered the kiss. He was in bed, trying to sleep, trying to forget the war on his head. He thought of the kiss, of that bloody kiss that made him tremble and feel nervous again. He tried to understand what it felt, he tried every adjective. He found one, two hours after thinking non-stop about the girl he met that day:

Hope.

The kiss tasted like hope.

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Lockdown Lovin’ (or Got a Screwdriver?)

AN: I started this fic prior to the pandemic. I had a hard time finishing it and then suffered an incredible loss. I wanted to finish it more for myself. Forgive me for typos + such. 

AN2: This also fills the birthday-songfic challenge from @thefanficfaerie w/”Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira.

AN3: Thanks to @madpanda75 & @youreverycolor for the titles.

CW: Smut, so much smut. Language.

WC: 5k

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August in New York City was always oppressive and muggy. You could almost see the steam coming off the concrete from your top-floor walk up apartment. The sun was beating down at 7:00 A.M. and your air conditioner was on the blink. You sat by your windowsill, desperate for a breeze and drank a glass of ice-cold water in an attempt to cool off. You were in your underwear and a t-shirt, which already felt like too much clothing. However, you had court that afternoon and you had to leave in thirty minutes to get into the city to be prepped by your ADA, Rafael Barba. 

With a heavy sigh, you peeled yourself from your chair and put on your best pantsuit: a black ankle length suit with a double weave blazer and a cream colored button down adorned with tiny black polka dots. You slipped on black-flat slingbacks and wrapped your hair in a low chignon. You clipped back your bangs and sprayed your hair. You layered some gloss and smacked your lips. ‘Oh come off it,’ you thought to yourself. ‘It’s never going to happen.’

Unbeknownst to Rafael, you harbored a tiny thing for him. How could you not? He was intelligent and wildly attractive.

You clipped your badge and grabbed your wallet and phone, before heading out of your apartment.

You had only been outside of your apartment for not even five minutes and you were already dripping with sweat. You hopped on the subway and took relief in the cool, but filthy air that blew past you as the subway lurched to a stop. The subway chugged upwards the Williamsburg Bridge and you could admired the steel infrastructure of the suspension bridge. Despite it being early, the train was packed to the brim from when you got on at Marcy Avenue. As people got off, there was no relief in personal space as more people hopped on. You noted how quickly people forgot about social distancing from even just months prior.

Eventually the congestion eased and by the time you got to the last stop on Chambers Street, the subway had only a few passengers – also in their suits and ready to take on the day.

You placed a coffee order on your phone and by the time you walked out of the subway, your iced latte was waiting for you. Being that you were soon to be in the company of one very cute, but typically cranky ADA, you made sure to also grab him a coffee as well. You had been in Barba’s presence enough to know that he usually took his coffee black but occasionally ordered a piccolo latte with a ristretto shot. And because you knew that for every good lawyer was an even better paralegal, you ordered an extra iced coffee.

Fancy coffee drinks in hand, you made your way into One Hogan Place. The building was quiet and you knew in an hour or two that would all change. You flashed your badge at the security guard and was quickly screened for any weapons of mass destruction before being allowed to pass through. Down the hall you went and you turned into the corner where ADA Rafael Barba’s office was located.

To your surprise, it was empty.

You glanced at your watch and were about to reach for your phone when Rafael burst through, tossing a large duffel bag to the side. You jumped at the sound of the door slamming shut, nearly dropping the drink holder.

“Morning,” you replied wryly, before taking a sip of your coffee. “You seem chipper.”

Rafael glared at you before his eyes settled on the coffee. “Carmen called out; she’s sick with a stomach bug and my shower is busted so I had to shower at the gym.”

You arched your brow. “You work out?”

Rafael ignored you and rubbed his jaw. “Uh, is that coffee?”

You nodded. “I knew you and I had prep this morning, so I wanted to get us started on the right foot.” You handed Rafael his coffee and a small smile twitched across his face. You noticed the stubble that graced his face and for a brief moment, you wondered what it was like to feel that against your own skin. You involuntarily shuddered.

“How could you shiver? It is ten thousand degrees outside,” Rafael replied.

You rolled your eyes. “And how you could drink hot coffee on a day like today is beyond me.”

“Studies have shown that drinking a hot beverage on a hot day actually can cool you down,” Rafael replied. He set down his coffee and walked over to his desk. He opened up his laptop.

You nodded and sat down, making yourself comfortable on his couch. The office was warm and you shrugged off your jacket. “Is the AC on?”

Rafael nodded. “Old building, sometimes it takes a bit to get going.” He banged on the AC unit behind him.

“That seems… very high techy techy,” you quipped. “They let you graduate Harvard?”

“I am a man of many talents,” Rafael returned, a small smile again twitched across his face. “Shall we get started?”

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Rafael was merciless in his prep. You appreciated how much he care he put in his work. From your experience of watching him in court, he always seemed to anticipate what would be asked before it was even asked.

“You studied your grand jury transcript?” Rafael asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paced his office. He went through his papers – you suspected it was his infamous (and bulletproof) answer tree.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks flush. “I did.”

“Are you sure? Do you want to go through them once more?”

You cocked your brow. A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead. ‘Holy hell, it is hot in here,’ you thought. “I’m ready.”

Rafael nodded. He grabbed a kerchief from his desk drawer and wiped his brow. “If you deviate from your statement in any way, it will create reasonable doubt about all of your testimony.”

“I am not going to deviate,” you retorted with a sigh, grabbing your belongings. “I got this.”

“After you detective,” Rafael motioned as he slipped on his suit jacket. He was wishing he hadn’t – it was so hot in his office but he didn’t want it to wrinkle. You walked towards the door and turned the knob but it didn’t turn. You tried again, feeling your heart begin to race. Nothing. You pulled on the door. It was jammed.

“Uhhh, we have a situation.”

“What kind of situation?” Rafael asked, moving past you. He tried the knob but he had no luck, so he tried again more forcefully and then to his chagrin, the doorknob completely came off the spindle, ensuring that the two of you were completely locked out.

“Did you just get us locked out?” you questioned, nervously laughing.

“I – I – I did not. The door knob broke off,” Rafael replied defensively.

“Oh my God,” you exclaimed. “What do you mean the door knob came off? You broke the door?”

“I did not break the door!” Rafael replied trying stick the door knob back on, but failing.

“Good job MacGuyver,” you retorted. “You slammed the door and fucked it all up.  

He tossed the knob towards you and you caught it. You looked at it and then at the jammed door.

“I went to the Academy,” you called from behind. “Not locksmithing school. Come on, use your brain Harvard.”

“Oh, I may have a lens repair kit in my desk,” Rafael exclaimed before hurrying back to his desk. He searched his desk but came up empty. You remembered the bobby pins in your hair and removed your chignon, which sent your hair cascading down in waves.

Despite the fact you had not gone to locksmithing school, you tried to give it a go. You fussed with the knob but nothing worked.

“Any lucky sleuth?”

On close inspection, you could tell the threads were shredding. You swallowed hard. “No. We’ll just have to call security.”

You could hear Rafael on the phone with security.

“Security said they’ll get us out,” Rafael replied. “Twenty minutes tops.”

Twenty minutes turned into thirty. And thirty turned into an hour. No one had come by. “Maybe I should call Carisi,” you wondered out loud.

“He’s in Brooklyn, assisting the DA there on the Boland matter,” Rafael replied. The room had grown exceptionally warmer. Rafael removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

“Where the hell is the security guard? Where is everyone else?” you wondered.

“Everyone is off for summer this week. It’s been pretty bare bones.”

You turned around and watched Rafael as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular, deliciously veiny forearms. Unconsciously you licked your lips. “Do you have the answers for everything?” you quipped.

A bang on the door interrupted you. “Mr. Barba? It’s Jimmy with security. We’re going to get you and Detective L/N out as soon as possible. We will need to call the locksmith because of the doors. The whole building was built in 1930. We can’t just remove the door hinges with any old tools.”

“That’s great!” you called out, relieved. “How long will it take?”

“The locksmith we are leased with is in the Bronx, so we’re looking at another hour or so.”

Rafael sighed. “Thanks Jimmy.” He looked at the clock and mentally calculated as to whether or not going to court was still realistic and decided there was still enough time. “Might as well go over your testimony once more.”

“Really?” you questioned, before a wave of heat flashed through the room. “Jesus Christ, how hot can this room get? Think you can crank a window open or that AC some more?”

In your fit, you removed your suit jacket and untucked your blouse. You undid two buttons from the bottom and tied the loose ends. You grabbed your hair tie and made a messy bun.

Rafael watched you as you tied your shirt up. He saw the barest hint of exposed skin and his mind wandered, wondering how incredibly soft your skin was and what it would be like to touch it. His eyes trailed over your derriere and he appreciated how your pants fit you so well, snuggly covering your curves. You were oblivious to the sexy sight you presented.

“Well?”

Rafael blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Oh, yeah, I’ll see what I can do about the air conditioner.”

Rafael banged on the air conditioner one more and let out a string of Spanish expletives. He was growing warm himself – he wasn’t sure if it was the heat wave, half-broken air conditioner, or being in close quarters with you.

Rafael was not sure as to when he first became enchanted with you. You caught him off guard completely. Not only were you pretty, but you were also extremely intelligent. You had transferred over from major crimes. Quickly, Rafael found himself longing to work with you and any time he had a chance to work with you, made his day that much brighter.

After his doomed from the start-relationship with Yelina, Rafael chose to put work over his heart. This hadn’t meant that he was celibate – he had his fair share of women in his bed. Rafael had one rule: to never let matters of the heart affect his work. So instead he pushed down his growing attraction as if he were burying opposing counsel with document production. Nights where he was most restless and unable to sleep, he would give in to the temptation and on release, it was your name that escaped his lips.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling weary from the heat. You plopped yourself on the couch once more, fanning yourself with one of the many legal pads that decorated the office. You used your other free hand to text Olivia about your circumstance.

“I am sorry about this,” Rafael apologized. He walked behind his desk and bent down. He rose back up and came up with a water bottle. “Here.”

Your eyes widened at the water bottle and you eagerly snatched it from his hand. The tips of your fingers brushed against his and you felt a spark shoot. Rafael’s green eyes met yours and you wondered if he felt it too.

You choked out your gratitude and tilted your head back slightly, chugging the water, desperate to relieve some heat. Rafael watched you intently as you swallowed. His eyes trailed from your mouth to the triangle of your neck, settling on the jugular notch. You brought your head forward and some water slipped from the bottle, droplets landing on your lips. Rafael swallowed hard once more as he watched your tongue dart out and catch the stray droplets. His cock twitched in his pants and he exhaled slowly as he sat down next to you.

The AC made a sputtering sound before letting out a whizz. You both looked at one another and you cringed. Rafael let out another string of curses as he got up to check the AC. It officially bit the dust. He pushed up his sleeves and opened the window. You bit your lip, admiring his ass from the distant as he pushed up the window. The sounds of the city filled the office and if you listened hard enough, you pretty sure you heard “Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira blasting from some car stuck in traffic.

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?

You let out a little giggle. How apropos.

Rafael turned to you. Sweat was dripping from every pore. He was going to be a mess by the time you and him got out. He was grateful that he had a spare suit on hand, as most lawyers do. “Y/N, uhh – do you mind if I took off my dress shirt? I am going to sweat to death.”

You did your best to hide a smile and couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Sure thing counselor. By all means.”

Before you knew it, Rafael was standing in front of you in his undershirt and suit pants. You tried to play cool and not gape at him. From the neckline of his v-neck, a tuft of chest hair stuck out and you could make out a gold chain.

‘Goodness,’ you thought to yourself. ‘That’s going to be fuel for weeks.’

“I am sorry I have been so tough on you.”

You shook your head back to reality. “What? Oh, no – you are just doing your job.”

“I know, but I have been riding you hard.” As soon as it left his lips, Rafael felt his face redden. “I didn’t mean – I…”

“I wish you would.”

The words flew out without you thinking and you slapped a hand over your mouth in horror.

Rafael’s own eyes widened slightly. “What did you say?” He sat down next to you once more and gently removed your hand from your mouth.

Your stomach dropped and you willed yourself to not puke. “I am so sorry. That was so inappropriate. Fuck.”

Rafael took a breath. “I’m not.”

You were sure the heat was getting to Rafael. This all seemed like a hallucination. ‘It has to be? This isn’t real – is it?’ you thought to yourself.

Before you could even question him further, Rafael pulled you into a kiss, mashing his lips against yours. You hungrily pushed back, as months of pent up want and desire became reality. His tongue slid against your plump lips, seeking entrance. You opened your mouth wider to allow him greater access. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, holding him in place. Your free hand roamed his chest, moving to his arm, feeling the muscles twitch underneath.

Rafael broke the kiss to move to your neck and your breath hitched as he quickly found a sweet spot. You pressed against him and pushed down using your body weight against him. You laid on top of Rafael, your body melding into his. You resumed kissing, getting lost in the sensation of his lips on yours.  Rafael explored your body eagerly – his hands were on the back of your ribcage before trailing down the knobs of your spine to your buttocks, where he grabbed and squeezed at your covered flesh. You could feel his erection press against your belly and it heightened your arousal. Finally Rafael broke the kiss and pushed up against you so that you were sitting up once more. “Is this okay? We can stop.” His breath was laborious.

You bit your lip and nodded. Wordlessly you untied the bottom of your shirt and then nimbly unbuttoned it. You pushed it off and tossed it to the side. Rafael opened his mouth to comment but found himself at a loss for words as he stared at your cotton covered breasts. It was the simplest of racerback bras – no fuss, no muss. You unclipped the front and exposed yourself. Your body was flush pink – a rosy hue covered your skin and your nipples were hard and taut.

“How is this for answer?” you asked standing in front of him. You kicked off your shoes, your bare feet against the carpet. Your heart continued to hammer in your chest. You unbuttoned your pants and unzipped them before pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out of them.

“You’re gorgeous,” Rafael replied, taking your form in. “But you really don’t – I don’t want to pressure--”

You rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated, almost irritated sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “Rafael I want this. I want you. How much clearer can I get?”

Rafael smirked and you let out a breath of relief. Rafael stood and quickly undressed as well. You let out a giggle as he stood in his boxers with a very sizeable tent evident and brightly colored striped socks. Rafael took a step towards you and pulled you to him. He captured your lips once more before reaching down to grab you and lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Your foreheads touched and for a moment you both stood still savoring the moment, your lips were barely touching and breathing eachother’s air. You pulled away briefly and winked.

“Now, can you please fuck me before…” you paused and looked at the clock before you looked back at him. “Before security gets here with the locksmith?”

Letting out a low chuckle, Rafael took a few steps back and he sat down, bringing you with him. Rafael cupped your breasts and lowered his mouth over a nipple, causing you to gasp.  Rafael’s tongue swirled over your nipple and used his teeth to graze the sensitive flesh. You arched into him as his tongue licked a broad stripe along your sternum before moving to your other breast. You threaded your hands in his dark hair and tugged as you lost yourself to the magic of his mouth. Rafael continued his oral onslaught, as he dipped his tongue along your collarbone, tasting the salt of your sweat. His hands ran up and down the sides of your body, from the curve of your hips to the swell of your breasts.

“Oh yes, Rafael. Jesus, fuck that feels good,” you cooed. You rose up slightly and took one hand and guided it down. Rafael took your hint and cupped your pussy. He could feel how damp you were through the thin material and he moved the material to the side to stroke your lips. Rafael groaned at how wet you were and he teasingly stroked you, your arousal coating his fingers. You mewled and your hips undulated, trying to get more.

“Pacencia detective,” Rafael husked. “Look how wet you are. You have made quite the mess of yourself. Is this for me?”

Something about his heavy gaze made you feel some type of way and weakly you nodded. The air in the room was charged. Rafael teasingly stroked you more, the tips of his fingers ghosting your clit. Finally, he sunk a long digit in you, knuckle deep. You moaned as he thrusted his finger in and out of you. Without hesitation, another digit slipped in. Your head lolled forward, with your hair covering your face as you gripped his shoulder’s tightly.

“What a tight little pussy,” Rafael growled, as he continued his ministrations, messaging your inner walls. His thumb circled your clit.  “I can’t wait to fill it up with my cock.”

Tension began to build in the pit of your belly. You were dangerously close to coming. You gasped loudly, all the air leaving your lungs. Rafael immediately withdrew his fingers and you sobbed loudly from the lost contact.

“Detective YN,” Rafael warned, his voice low, dark and warning. “You have to be quiet. Next time you can scream as much as you want, but we’re still in my office.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good,” you whispered. “Please,” you implored. Inwardly you beamed at the idea of there being a next time.

Rafael pressed a soft kiss to your lips and then his face turned serious as realization hit him. “I don’t have condoms,” he rushed out. “I am clean. I was just tested. If this changes anything…”

“I’m clean,” you replied breathily, shaking your head. “On the pill.”

You kissed again, your tongues rolling against one another’s. You sucked on Rafael’s bottom lip so hard you were certain it would bruise. You reached down in between your bodies and pulled out Rafael’s cock. It was deliciously thick and hard. Cum had dripped from the head of his cock and you used that as lubricant and stroked him. Rafael threw his head back and groaned; his desire for you was deep in his bones and never in his wildest dreams did he think this was how his day would go.

You raised your hips once more and slid your panties to the side. Rafael gripped his cock and lined it at your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down on Rafael’s cock. A dreamy smile spread on your face; the stretch his girth supplied was delicious. Rafael sighed as his cock was engulfed by your wet heat, gripping him like a vice. His hands gripped your hips and he brought you down until he was buried to the hilt. Resting your hands on his shoulders once more, you began to bounce on his cock and set the rhythm. Quiet moans and groans filled the office.

Rafael could not believe the sight before him – many nights he would lose himself in the fantasy of you and here it was happening. Your tits bounced with every thrust and he reached up to cup and squeeze. He sat up a bit to take a globe in his mouth.

“Oh God, oh God,” you half-whispered incoherently, the pleasurable sensations over taking you. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.”

Rafael grunted as he met you thrust for thrust, his fingertips digging into your skin. “Turn around,” he panted.

On shaky legs you stood and Rafael, now standing, pulled you to him. He pushed your sweaty hair from your forehead and then cupped your face. “The desk.”

You bent over the desk and spread your legs, in eager anticipation. Rafael positioned himself behind you. Hands ghosted your skin before taking residence at your hips. He rubbed his cock up and down your slit before he pressed himself fully; he withdrew a bit and before you could protest, snapped his hips, fully entering you. You both groaned at the sensation.

“Dios mio, you feel so good,” Rafael moaned out as he began to piston in and out of you. Waves of pleasure coursed through him. “Fuck!”

Rafael leaned down and pressed a love bite against your shoulder.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged. “Give it to me.”

“Take it Y/N; take that cock,” Rafael grunted. He slowed to rotate his hips, teasingly before he continued to fuck you without abandon. Your mewls served as encouragement. He reached around and gathered your hair into a ponytail and pulled. Sweat dripped off of your forehead and splashed down onto a legal pad that you were gripping in futility.

Fire pooled low in Rafael’s abdomen, signaling the anticipation of release.

Your orgasm began to build and you felt the air in your lungs begin to get sucked out of your body. Your walls started to flutter and Rafael knew you were close. He let go of your hair and reached around to rub concentric circles on your swollen nub. “Cum for me.”

You lurched forward and let out a bleated cry as you dissolved into pleasure, coming hard around his cock. Rafael gasped at the sensation of you coming undone and it added to his own release. “That’s it,” he murmured. “So good.”

Rafael’s thrusts were erratic as he pounded upwards into you and you knew he was close.  “Come for me Rafael,” you choked out as air rushed back into your lungs, rolling the R in his name. “Damelo.”

Your words were his undoing and he let out a strangled cry as he stiffened, releasing into you. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch inside of you and you came again, your walls fluttering around. Your bodies slumped against one another. You were both dripping with sweat – partly from the overheated room, but mostly from your frenzied interlude. Rafael stumbled backwards and you mourned the loss. You straightened up and felt his release trickle from your cunt. You stood in front of each other awkwardly.

“That was…” Rafael began, rubbing the back of his neck. His hair was drenched and his crucifix was plastered to his skin.

A sudden banging interrupted him and you jumped. “Mr. Barba, Detective Y/L/N, it’s Jimmy with security. I have the locksmith with me. We’ll have you out of here in 10 minutes tops.”

Your eyes widened. ‘Shit.’ The two of you ran around the office scrambling for your clothes and to get re-dressed.  The door opened as you shouldered your jacket back on.

“Woof, it’s hot in here,” Jimmy announced. “You guys alright?”

You and Rafael looked at each other. Rafael smiled. “Just perfect.”

You smiled back and looked at the clock. “Seems like we’ve got court in 15. We should go.”

Rafael nodded and motioned for you to go ahead. “After you.”

The two of you walked towards the elevator and waited for it to arrive, not another word spoken. Finally, unable to take the silence, you piped up. “So about that next time…”

The elevator dinged signaling its arrival and you both stepped into the elevator. “After court?” Rafael questioned. You noted the hopeful inflection in his tone.

“I’ll see what I can do about getting off early,” you replied staring at the screen marking the descent from the floor to the lobby.

“If there’s anyone getting you off – it’ll be me,” Rafael growled as he backed you into the wall into another kiss.

FIN.