#now i need food and sleep i have a busy early day tomorrow

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Can I ask for anyone comforting their s/o? Maybe their s/o is just having a bad day and when they come home, their partner is sitting in the living room crying? I literally just need a hug right now and a comfort fic

Aw I hope things get better. It'll be okay I promise. It's a little rushed, I'll write you a better one soon ;-; I hope it helps.

I'm Right Here

Pairing: Chanx reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None

Maybe it was the fact that he'd been so busy, maybe coming home late to you already sleeping and waking up to you already gone was why he hadn't seen. He smiled at the thought of surprising you, coming home early, but as he opened the door to your shared home, he felt something wasn't right.

"Baby?" he put his stuff down and started looking around for you. It only took a few steps into the sitting room to see you, seated on the couch, face in your hands. He didn't say anything, just sat and hugged you. His heart ached as your body began to shake with soft sobs.

He stroked your hair and whispered softly, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head as if to say it wasn't his fault. "I had a bad day.."

He kissed your hairline gently and when you stopped crying he took you to your shared room and set you on the bed gently, getting your favorite show playing on the laptop before leaving you for a moment to call to order your favorite food.

When he returned he got into bed beside you and kissed you gently, "It's okay. I'm right here. Tomorrow's gonna be better right?"

You nodded and relaxed against him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked rubbing your shoulder.

"No."

"Alright." he said kissing your head gently. "Tell me when you're ready."

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Kinktober day 26 - Phone Sex

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI, NSFW, Smut, Phone sex, Teasing ++ Summary: Your boyfriend Satoru Gojo was coming home tomorrow but you couldn’t wait that long. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You sighed as you laid in bed alone. Satoru was coming home tomorrow. You are used to his weird schedule and sometimes he had to work for unknown period at a time, but you just missed him. You grabbed your phone and searched for a picture of Satoru. You found a picture of the two of you taking a selfie on a beach, you blushed as you felt warm inside feeling so lucky. You remembered that day clearly. You both were laughing, kissing and eating lots of good food. Thinking about it just made your heart melt. You zoomed in on his abs and sighed frustrated.

You went out of the picture and clicked on your contact when his name popped up on emergency contacts. You couldn't help but giggle as you sent him message.

Y/N: An orgasm before bed is the ultimate sleeping pill, don’t you think?

You knew if he was available he would call you. You sighed and looked out the window. It was late at night and he probobly was busy or something, and you could wait but.. Why would that be fun when you can tease him a little by sending a message.

Suddenly his name popped up on your phone screen, you swiped answer and started to giggle instead of saying hello. "What are you doing, you dirty girl?" you could hear him smirking on the other side of the phone. "Well, Just touching myself" you said and lowered your hand on your clit. "You are?" he said in a low cheery voice. "Why am I not included in this?" he sighed. You touched your clit around in circles "I'm touching myself like you would" he groaned defeated "only with your tounge" He groaned even more "Now I'm not sure if I'm horny or jealous" you giggled as you lowered the phone to your clit and made wet sounds, knowing he would just melt. You could hear him talking so you lifted your phone up to your ear "Did you hear that?" you teased "Y/n, take your phone on speaker" he said serious.

You laid it on your tummy as you started to thrust fingers inside your core. He groaned on the other end as he could hear your clit "You make me so fucking hard right now, don't stop making that sweet sound" You huffed as you pulled another finger inside you "My dick is throbbing for you" you moaned as you imagined him toutching himself "If I were there with you I would lay down on the bed with you, go down between your sweet legs and eat you until you climaxed on my face" you moaned as you thrusted your fingers harder into your clit "You know how I do it right?" you moaned "tell me" You huffed as you felt you were close. "I would lick your entire clit, inch by inch-" you moaned loudly "I would suck and lick your sweet sweet pussy, ah- fuck I miss your pussy, you always taste so good" You panted "I would grab my cock and tease you with your clit, I would lay my cock between your folds, thrust alittle, I know you love that” you moaned at his words "I would fuck you so good, you wouldn't be able to walk afterwords" You huffed "I need you so bad" you whined "I know baby" he cooed. "Don't stop touching yourself, I wanna hear your sweet moans" he cooed, You panted deeply as you moaned his name over and over again "I'm almost there" you panted and were about to climax when you heard him say "I’m Here" this time you heard him not only from the phone.

Wait, you actually head him? you turned your head around to the door when you saw him panting as he came in "Babe!" you grinned "You’re here!" you giggled as he grinned "I came home early to surprise you but y/n, I gotta have you right the fuck now" he said as he ripped off his clothes and hurried over to the bed.

He layed down between your legs and the minute he started to lick your clit you felt euphoria. He hummed as he flatten his tounge and licked your entire sex. You moaned his name as he grabbed your thighs and wrapped his muscled arms around them. He licked up all the juice like he hadn't eaten for days. You moaned as you could feel his tounge licking you on all the right places. "I need you" you panted.

He raised up and crawled over you "Me too" he said as he kissed you sloppy. He raised up and grabbed your legs and moved them towards your chest. You wrapped your hands around your legs as he stood over you. He grabbed his dick and pushed his dick slowly inside you. He groaned as he continued to slowly thrust his length deeper and deeper inside you.

You gasped silently and began to pant as he had his full length inside your core. He grabbed the headboard and thrusted quickly half way out and slowly into your core while rolling his hips, making your toes curl. He moaned loudly "Fuck-ah" he repeated the rythum only this time he thrusted slower half way out and thrusted harder into you. "I love your pussy" he moaned as he kept going with the rythum.

"Satoru-h" you moaned loudly as you were about to climax. "Your so tight" he groaned. "Perfect pussy just for me" he breathed heavily "Im cumin-" you panted and felt the surge hit you "Fuck me hard" you panted and he gripped the headboard tighter and delivered.

He was slamming his hips into you without catching a break. You panted and moaned like crazy as you were still climaxing. "I'm close" he groaned "Inside me" you barely managed to say. He thrusted two hard thrust as he pressed his dick hard into you grinding on your pelvis as he climaxed his cum deep inside you.

Then he hugged you tight and carried you to the shower. You turned on the shower as hot water poured into your hair. He walked up against the wall as he’s dick was still inside you. He pushed you lightly up against the wall and kissed you deeply. He grinned "I can’t get enough of you" he said as he kissed you as his hips began to slowly thrust inside you "I love you" you moaned into the kiss and wrapped your hands around his neck.

[calcifiedunderland]

Let Them Eat Cake

Food Fight Ending I

You swiftly unlocked your phone, seeing you had a missed message from Trey. You sighed, scanning the message.

Trey: Hey (Name)! It was great seeing you at the Unbirthday Party, glad you could make it. And I’m glad you like the sweets and pastries, the secret ingredient is love!

Trey: If you’re available tomorrow, I’d like to thank you for your help. I have something important to tell you, that is better done in person.

Hmm…

Admittedly, you began to let your imagination run as you flopped back onto your bed with a silly grin on your face. You really couldn’t deny that you liked Trey a lot. Objectively, he was a very good upperclassman - always patient with you, polite, and helpful. But if you were being honest, he was just so easy to talk to - and was just so kind. And after all those Unbirthday Parties, Ace and Deuce shenanigans, and baking days, how could you not catch feelings?

It may be nothing, you thought to yourself as you responded back to Trey with a sure! You sighed, unable to stop smiling, but I hope its something.

Back in the dorm, Trey poked his head out of the kitchen, smiling when he saw Cater and Ace on the couch talking to themselves. Then his eyes narrowed, they’re not talking. They’re…Arguing? Snickering? He overheard them say No don’t say that, that’s cheesy! and It’s fine! They’ll think its cute, #TrustMeBro!

Trey walked over quietly, saying “Everything alright? Cater, Ace?”

Ace flinched, while Cater grinned at Trey. “Hey hey Trey~ thought you might need help with bagging our Ramshackle frosh!” He showed Trey the phone, and Trey’s face dropped when he saw the message. And the little string of dots, showing you were responding.

“-Before you say anything!” Ace cut in before Trey could truly panic, “We thought if we didn’t do anything now, you an’ (Name) would probably never make a move! And they won’t turn you down, I swear!” Cater nodded quickly, “They def like you back, Trey! All you need to do is tell ‘em!”

Trey looked at the two of them, and a chill went down their backs. Then he sighed, and said, “you’re probably right.” He looked back at the kitchens, deep in thought. “I will need to prep a few things, but it can be done by tomorrow… since I can’t back out now, I do hope it goes well.” Ace cleared his throat, hoping he wouldn’t regret this.

“And! If they turn you down, I’ll- uh…” Ace steeled himself, “I’ll do flamingo duty for a month. Promise!” He put his arm on Cater’s shoulder, “we both will!” Cater looked like he wanted to protest, but Trey nodded firmly, “deal.”

—💚♣️✨—

The next day, you got dressed and headed out, leaving Grim sleeping on the pillow next to yours. That morning, you gravitated towards eating a slice of tart for breakfast, the pleasant fruity sweetness of the strawberries still on your tongue as you walked through the crisp dewy air. It was surprisingly early, but Trey picked the time and to be honest, you could hardly sleep. You felt jittery, like you ate a pound of buttercream frosting.

You stepped through the Heartslabyul mirror, and walked through the Rose Maze until you reached a clearing where Trey had a round table set up. On it, sat a teapot with two cups in saucers, and a large platter with different pastries and desserts. You noticed that some were not from the Party yesterday. Did he make new desserts? Your heart skipped a beat, for me?

Usually Heartslabyul was busy in the daytime. But now, as the sun rose, it was perfectly serene.

“(Name),” Trey breathed, smiling at you. He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down. As per the dorm custom, he poured you some tea. You matched his smile, and the two of you chatted, speaking quietly as if to keep everything to yourselves. Even though the maze was large enough, where no one would really hear you in the dorms.

You ate your dessert that Trey cut for you - a deliciously moist slice of cake, decadently garnished with a slice of strawberry you knew that Trey grew himself. At the top of it, sat a small white clover flower. You let out a small laugh, spearing a bite of cake with your fork, “the desserts look beautiful, Trey.” You smiled teasingly at him as you ate, “it’s even better that the secret ingredient is love!”

Trey let out a nervous chuckle, turning pink. “I- well, Cater and Ace thought it was a good idea,” he said, glad that you didn’t seem offput by the pun.

He was glad he’d stayed up late to put a few extra things to bake. He was able to make some desserts for you, and the act of baking helped clear his head. While he was happy Ace and Cater pushed him to finally tell you how he felt, it hadn’t been a cakewalk to prepare for this. It had taken him all night to work up the courage. And now, sitting here with you in the early dawn, it suddenly hit him, but now it didn’t feel as daunting because it was you. He swallowed a bite of cake, here goes nothing.

“(Name),” Trey began, setting down his fork, “We’ve known each other for a while, and I… wanted to thank you for helping me with everything.” You smiled, a bit confused but still happy, “Of course Trey, I like helping you.” He smiled, and continued, “I’m glad, because I like when you help me. Its… different than when the rest of the dorm helps me.”

You smiled at that. Helping Trey in the kitchen didn’t feel so much like a chore when you wanted to go. It felt good that he liked your company as much as you did his. And in a huge, busy dorm like Heartslabyul? That comment made you feel fuzzy inside.

Trey continued, adjusting his glasses nervously. “And I realized that its because its you. (Name), I… well, I really like you.”

You felt your face grow warm, and you couldn’t stop the sweet, saccharine smile from spreading on your face. You watched Trey grin, his golden eyes becoming warmer than the rising sun as you leaned over to hug his shoulders, laughing happily and feeling like a massive weight was lifted off your chest. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then to the black clover beneath his eye, nudging his glasses. You laughed as a blush spread on his cheeks, voice echoing through the maze, “I like you too!” Your laughter was cut off as he captured your lips with his, and the two of you stayed there until the rest of the dorm woke up.

Ace fistpumped as he spied you two laughing outside his dorm window. Deuce looked at him with a confused look, as Ace smirked, “looks like I don’t have flamingo duty after all.”

💚♣️✨

[milkb0nny]

Hey! Do you write for Jing Yuan?

If so, can I request something where he is just to busy for his lover, and when reader finally gets the chance to talk to him he just kinda not paying attention.

Thank you 🙏

🤍 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔/𝒐'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔

note: Thank you sm for your request! I love these kind of requests since it's fun to combine angst with fluff. I'll give it a heartwarming ending. 🤍

characters: Jing Yuan

content: scenario, Jing Yuan ignoring s/o's feelings, angst, fluff, gn!/reader

warning: argument between lovers, not proofread

🍃...

You've been craving your man since days now. You rarely see him and even in bed, the time you always share together, he doesn't cuddle with you. It's not a secret he's fed up with work and has a lot of responsibility to take care of but where are you?

It started when he came home very late, immediately jumping into bed without giving you a graceful kiss. Normally the first thing he does is compliment on how beautiful you look but now he doesn't even look at you. It pains you. Are you invisible now? Does he have someone new he cherishes more than you? But you're his partner!

It got worse when Jing Yuan didn't eat the food you made. You always put so much effort in it. You prepare his favorite meals with so much love and care. Now he doesn't bother to eat three full spoons. What's up with him? Does he notice?

In the morning he wakes up really early and is at work before your first eye opens. You won't hear from him until the late evening. Not even a short message will arrive your phone.

His neglectful behavior hurts you and your self esteem. Are you ugly? Are you too less? Is there something wrong with you? Do you smell bad? Is your food horrible?

Does he still love you?

The past days you're dealing with inner trouble, no peace settling and only hurtful thoughts. You feel alone among so many people. You asked friends what Jing Yuan does all day and either they don't know or answer with "he's working as usual". You're questioning so many things. Can't Fu Xuan help him? She's always there to take care of his missions.

Even if she already does, can't you help him? Why doesn't he ask for help if he's so busy? Why doesn't he accept the care you're desperately trying to give him? It hurts so much. You're lonely, no one really gets your feelings. Most of your friends only suggest to wait for a quieter time but when will a single peaceful day come? Seemingly never!

You can't live with the feeling of being not enough and you decide to talk to him. He doesn't appreciate you or what you're trying to give him. It makes you mad. If he doesn't want you he should just tell you and not handle you like trash. You're not invisible and you have a right to be loved. The only confidence left in you took over and made you approach your tall, busy man.

"Jing Yuan. We need to talk."

Your first words when he steps in the door, late at night, already bother him. He ignores you, changing his shoes, taking his jacket off and passing you without a single eye on you.

"Jing Yuan! We need to talk! Now!" You shout as he seems to be actively avoiding you. You grab his hand and with a little strength turn him around. He now looks at you the first time in the past week. His eyebrows raise.

"Whats up, y/n? It's late. I need to get up very early tomorrow morning." He isn't fond of you robbing his sleeping time. You don't care though as he didn't care for you the past week.

You scoffed in disbelief how little attention he spend you. "I'm sorry?! For what do you have to work soooo much that you can't even notice me?" You're mad. You wave your hands in front of his face, furious with his attidue. "Hello?! Can't you see me?! I'm right here!"

"Yeah I do see you and now?!" He gets mad as well. His eyebrows depended and his expression changed. Usually he's a calm, collected and caring boyfriend but now he's not Jing Yuan. He's someone else.

"No you don't! You didn't see me the whole week. I was invisible to you!" You feel tears shooting up your eyes as your emotions come up so fast.

"What are you trying to say, y/n? I did see you, we sleep in one bed? I'm just really busy with work-"

You can't hear his repeating excuses and break him off. Now tears run down your cheeks and you try to meet his gaze.

"No. No you don't. You ignored the food today as well. Yesterday too. The day before too. You don't give me a nice word, or a kiss, or a look, or a whatever. You don't! You don't! You don't!" You step back. You're mad. Hurt. Anxious.

"No, you're getting a wrong message, y/n." He comes a little closer but he still doesn't understand what's up with you. Why are you so mad out of a sudden?

"So you're telling me my emotions are lying? Or my eyes? If I get the wrong message it may be because the sender sends a wrong message! It's not my fault you're being hurtful and neglecting." You sit down in a chair and make yourself tiny. Your head rests on your knees and tears roll down, hitting the ground. Is he stupid or does he want to hurt you even more? You want to vanish from this room, this house and this planet.

Silence ruled between you. Jing Yuan reflected the past week. He can't remember any outfit of yours, not even the food you made. Normally it's so easy for him to recall memories he loves. He forgot how the feeling how your lips caused butterflies in his stomach. He forgot of your soft smile warms his heart. He didn't see you smile the week. He didn't see you at all.

Seeing you bawl your eyes out, crying in pain and sobbing in suffer he noticed how he has let you alone. He wasn't there for you at all. And the worse thing is he didn't even take you seriously when you had the courage to tell him.

He comes a little closer. You feel his big, gentle hand on your shoulder but to you it feels like a burn.

"I apologize."

It sounds honest but you can't believe him. What is an apology? It won't heal your inner dissatisfaction and it won't solve your insecurities.

"I'm so sorry, my love."

He apologizes again. His forehead meets yours and you feel his soft hair. His smell. His warmth. It hurts you so much.

Jing Yuan picks you up from the chair as you wouldn't make a move. He walks into your bedroom and lays you down in the bed. You're still crying but it lessens. He drags you into his arms, petting your head carefully.

"I'll pay more attention.. Thank you for being so brave to open my eyes, my love." Some tears leave his eyes and you feel them dripping down on you. Jing Yuan rarely cries. It is a sign to you how sorry he feels.

"I'll take you with me tomorrow, y/n. I won't leave you alone again. I'm so sorry!"

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[plasticfangtastic]

american royalty. ch. 2

A Homelander x F!reader fanfic.

a/n: will post ch. 3 this week but sadly my other fic will be posted next week, enjoy this slow burn dadlander fic, and thx u to all the readers. prev. chapter:

Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you & the lie that tore you two apart. Now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago?

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Two

Red

It had been a very long day, business was booming nowadays and since that influencer had made a couple videos on your pizzeria, you had been more than just busy, you began to run out of ingredients.

 In the last four years, the restaurant had grown, it had been there since 2002 ran by your boss’s father and his brother, who had ran their own pizza shop since the 80’s but as the economy and other events hit, they had decided to relocate and re-brand, now managed by their son– a man you owed so much, had his heart not been filled with kindness you would most likely be in the streets. So you made sure his restaurant was the best, you had accolades, you’ve worked in some of the best restaurants, you were once a very prominent fast rising figure of the New York culinary scene– until Homelander came along.

Your talent revamped the restaurant and now your food was once again on the spotlight, for the first time since you left Vought, you were happy with yourself, even if it was pizza. Cooking made you happy, and this job needed you, you didn’t live in fear of sleeping in your car anymore, you didn’t need to worry that your daughter would sleep on somebody’s couch again, you were able to quit your third job and go casual on your second thanks to this place, right now you didn’t live in the best of places but you were saving up and in a couple months you’d have enough money saved up to move, and send your daughter to a better school, somewhere were her talents wouldn’t be wasted.

So here you were ten minutes before closing, another extra couple hours of overtime for your dream two bedroom apartment, where it would be safe for her, where you could finally feel like your life had moved on from him, that the door opened up and your cashier squealed.

It was a quaint looking restaurant, the wood seating was new and the wall decor had been changed trying to look less cluttered, with Art Deco lighting fixtures as the stand out feature. The place had been remodeled recently it seems, the kitchen and its big brick oven looked clean but ancient to Homelander, he stared at the menu board and metal boxes of accouterments by the counters, taking in that this was in fact a pizza place, that you of all people did in fact work at a pizza place. You who could whip up amazing fare, now made greasy cheap slices, but he had seen people come in and leave endlessly these past few days, people taking selfies, and recording themselves with your food, nothing he understood.

He looked back at the teenager on the counter offering his signature smile as she blubbered her script, then as you took a step closer knowing you couldn’t hide in this open kitchen you finally looked at each other for the first time in seven years.

Your throat collapsed and your whole body became prickly and tight, your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack, you looked at the clock cursing that it wasn’t over, you were almost done packing the kitchen and readying for tomorrow, having a customer at this hour was awful but having him here was about to take you to an early grave.

“What’s your best seller?” Homelander muttered looking straight at you with an aloof stare, then back at the cashier– is pizza night at my house, sorry for coming so late hope that’s not a problem?” he said exceedingly politely.

The teenager blushed and looked back at you as if asking you to pinch her.

“That would be our pepperoni queen– is two types of cheese, extra pepperoni, with our signature house made marinara, with a dash of vodka sauce in our sourdough thin crust… chili oil is optional” You had managed to say trying to ignore those piercing blue eyes, you moved back to your place staring at the few remaining trays of dough balls left– our second best seller is our chicken florentine pie.”

Homelander admittedly detested pizza, it was greasy, gooey and heavy, it was fattening and gross, but there was a familiar aroma in the room, something that was making his mouth water lightly. Looking back at the girl, he ordered both in their smallest size offered, he sat by one of the wooden booths for the ten minutes he was told to wait, and not once did he made a comment, maybe that’s why your heart stung so much, why it felt as if you were about to collapse– that after seven years, he had completely forgotten about you, while only now did you began to feel as if you could heal from all the suffering he’d cause you, how insignificant had you been all along, how you love never registered.

You both had talked of moving in together and buying a home, he wanted to buy you a restaurant, and you wanted to give him your life, you had never loved somebody as much as he made you love him, and now you were just some bum wearing a graphic t-shirt making him dinner.

You packed his food, your boss Kaleem had given him extras on the house, practically begging for Homelander to give them a photo for their socials and you simply stare as he did his superhero thing, you took one of the delivery bags knowing he would lose the food if he flew with them in hand.

After the photoshoot, Kaleem and your cashier had run to the back to show the picture to the only other staffer left at this hour.

You both looked at each other as he took the bag off your hands, you wanted to cry, your eyes welling up but you looked down afraid of him, no doubt he could hear your heartbeat tickling his ear.

“It's been a while hasn’t it?” 

You could’ve collapsed into tears right then and there, it was worse to be remembered.

Growing angry at the sound of his soft voice, and that concerned expression in his face.

“Yes…”

“How you been? Didn’t think I'd ever see you again.”

“Should’ve killed me back then… got fucking close to it tho.” You dropped all pleasantries, hearing him talk and not hearing the word sorry 5 seconds in, had infuriated you. His stupid face, those stupid eyes, and that clown suit was too much for you, maybe it was the poor diet and lack of sleep but right now you wanted to ban him from Lucci’s– hope you enjoy the food.”

You pushed the bag jumping from the kitchen to the front as you headed for the door, holding it open for him.

“I’m doing alright. Now leave!” 

“You don’t even want to know why I'm here?” he was taken aback by your brashness, you had always been sweet to him, tender, barely ever angry before, so why now?

“You got a little kid now, I gather like any other kid, he likes pizza… and good for him because mine is the best!”

“Not really… I actually wanted to see you. I… I just wanted to ask you something–

“Mother!!”

Your daughter emerged from the depths of the kitchen, she carried a kindle in one hand and a giftcard in the other.

“Is it okay if I use my present now? They got some books on sale and you said not to buy more books until I finished… oh…”

In the light and in front of him, your daughter truly looked like your mirror image, copy and pasted into a miniature. Her hair just past her chin, and her bangs indeed covered her eyes, peeking behind those curtains were the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen, there was no unnatural shine to them– just blue. Her lips so thin and her complexion just a tad paler than your own now that he gave it a proper look, she was so small-- too small for her age.

“Is okay honey, is your birthday you can get any books you want” Your tone shifted entirely lowering yourself to take her face and plant a quick peck on her cheek– now go back with uncle Kaleem and let mommy close shop, okay? We’ll go home in a minute.”

“Is it your birthday young lady? Congratulations.”

Homelander threw his best smile, giving the kid a cautious pet, catching the rage in your eyes as his gloved fingers touched your daughter.

“Thanks. Is not a milestone birthday so it is not worthy of congratulations… seems inane to celebrate it” she looked at her mother with a jaded expression– " I'll go get my bag, have a good night, sir.”

Homelander pressed his lip as the most deadpan voice came out of this little girl. Her oversized black sweater and the black tights made her look oddly unhappy, but the kid just stared at him with boredom, no surprise or interest when she stood next to America's favorite son.

He wondered if that was an adult or a seven year old for a second.

He worried if the kid had told his mother about that other night, but looking back at you he went with 'maybe'.

“What’s your name?” he asked, still forcing a smile– "my… you seem like a smart girl getting books for your birthday.”

“Helena.”

The kid couldn’t muster the energy to give him anything but her dead ass voice, she began to walk away not caring for manners, nor Homelander.

“She’s… cute.” he said watching that tiny figure walk away and surviving after her second nsult– great pronunciation for her age, does she even know what she’s saying?”

“Helena is not like other kids.”

“How so?” 

You looked at him more tired than anything, rubbing your temples as you made yourself waste spit to talk to him.

“She’s a Supe… by the time she was two she could speak in full sentences, by three she could read at a first and second grade level, and by five she was teaching herself calculus and piano… she’s a genius; I thought she was a normal genius until… her other powers manifested– none of this matters! Just go!” You shook your head in frustration.

“You gave her V?” He said while staring at Helena.

“... I didn’t know what V was until the news broke out, I thought Helena was chosen by God! That the world blessed her with those powers, but when that story came out I’ve been wanting to ask you– did you give her V? but… if you didn’t… who… are you lying to me, John?”

Homelander looked past the concrete walls looking back at that little girl, he didn’t know what to say or do, before you could utter another word he left.

Ryan nose picked the meal quickly, glad that it was friday and his dad would let him stay up ‘til late, Homelander just dropped the meal on their new table and the kid was quick on his feet, the food was still warm, only now did Homelander noticed the extras, couple of small containers holding chili oil and freshly made ranch, garlic knots and a lemon meringue pie, it was too much but Ryan hadn’t hesitated to dig in, before Homelander could ask him to wash his hands he had ripped a slice of pepperoni.

“This is so good!” He said so cheerfully– gosh I was starving, dad.”

“I sure hope so, bud… let’s leave the pie for tomorrow…” he looked grossed out, Ryan sat opening up the garlic knot’s containers– not gonna eat?”

Homelander sat down to join him, the thought of touching all those greasy surfaces was making his stomach hurl, but he relented, taking a slice. 

He was young again, and you were there coming back with some drinks as he ate your chicken florentine, this was the same recipe, the chicken was so juicy and the cheese wasn’t greasy. Ryan was shocked to see his father sound so happy as he took another bite.

It was the first time they both ate together where they felt completely comfortable with each other, maybe it was seeing Ryan not pick at his food that made Homelander able to just talk, Ryan told him all about his homework, and the videogame he was playing, he really liked Fifa at the moment even if he himself cared not for the sport.

Helena watched as her mother stood silently hovering above the sink, you hadn’t moved much for a couple of minutes, your daughter more annoyed than anything else regarding this display.

“How do you know Homelander?” she asked with a yawn.

“Huh?” you woke up from your trance– you should be in bed, darling.”

“You too. So… How do you know the clown?”

“Honey, don't say that!”

“He walks around wearing a onesie all day… like a clown… like the rest of those super clowns”

Your daughter always spoke with a creepy maturity, her voice didn’t belong to a kid.

“... He used to be my boss… he was a really bad boss…”

“You used to work for Vought?” She softened her stand.

“Honey… I don’t really want to talk about this… it's late and we are going to the museum tomorrow so you should get some sleep, mommy is just tired… hope you had a good birthday.”

“You should rest too, mother.”

Your daughter's eyes glowed momentarily turning th blinkers off before she made her way to bed, you stared at her door, thinking if she could see you.

No mother should think their child was creepy, Helena was just difficult and abrasive, to be a small kid with her brain must be unbearable. You could recall the moment she asked you about V so vividly, she looked angry, but you had no honest answer to give her, you had to lie, god knows if you got the details right about how these people committed these crimes. Helena simply had no ability to relate to people, and without the funds you couldn’t help her meet her potential, not while you were both stuck living in public housing, not while scraping every penny.

Her few friends forced her to dumb down and even they found her uneasy, only the old people seemed to handle her best, she loved to listen, and her teachers always thought of her as  a delight, yet she knew no other Supe beside herself, those pageants were expensive, and networking meetings were hard to get in, talent agencies were costly– having a super-abled kid and trying to make them into a Supe was locked behind a massive paywall, all you could hope was that her genius would let her enter a university early on scholarships.

There was always Godolkin, but god knows if they would let her enter at a young age.

It would be easy if her father was involved, if John was there in her life, she would have the world but he didn’t want her, he had made that clear years ago.

So why did he lie about the V? 

It had been two weeks since you seen Homelander, but he saw you a lot, he'd come back and forth-- watching you and the child with ardent curiosity, seeing you made him reminisce, of those many nights and afternoons, of the way no matter how tired you were, you always made sure to look happy when he showed up, the way you looked so at peace while cooking, of the feel of your skin against his and the taste of your precious lips as you kissed him good morning. 

He followed you, on your only day off as you took Helena around the city, watching you share a slice of overprice cake while taking notes, and ate cheap chinese for lunch, you waited for two hours as Helena played chess and checkers with some oldies at a chess shop, some russian man gave her lessons-- some of these people dressed nicely perhaps pros. Some won over her and some lost but the games were quick, your daughter seemed happier when she loss than when winning.

Something about that didn’t sit well with Homelander.

Somehow he found himself in your apartment, cracking open the window to sneak in while you headed back home– the tiny apartment felt more like a closet than a habitable space, the ceilign was run down, and the appliances ancient but well kept, your bedroom was simple, cooking books and boxes sat on top of your dressers, a single’s bed with plush comforters and pillows stuck against the wall, with a wardrobe in front of it, and a cheap fan tucked in the corner. He left for your daughter’s room just a few feet away divided by the bathroom were most of the clutter and laundry lived, her bedroom was just as plain, but the books didn’t seem fit for a small child, her desk tidy and organized, he picked up a notebook from the pile, seeing math equations that hurt his eyes within seconds. All her stuff were nice and new, she had a decent computer on top of her bed, an old dresser, but there was an absence of toys– compared to Ryan��s bedroom that was filled with anything he wanted and decorated expertly. A clock adorned her walls but not much else, the few things that looked messy was a tiny plastic chess set, the kind with magnets on the bottom, and some DIY stem kits.

He took to the bathroom, it was old and falling apart, mold was growing in the corner much to Homelander’s disgust, trolley held dozens of beauty stuff and shampoos and detergents, a shelf on the wall held towels and toilet rolls. Homelander looked at a sparkly hairbrush, picking a couple strands of lost hair knowing by their lengths and color that they weren’t yours, and cursing himself for doing this as he place them on small plastic bag he had hid in his glove.

[darling-i-read-it]

Shower Before Bed

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: phil not eating, smut, unprotected smut(intentions of children in this case), shower sex, blowjob, teasing 

Author’s Note: i really said ‘next graves fic is gonna be so fluffy it hurts’ and then i wrote the nastiest thing i’ve ever written. (I did post the second part to this which is just the barbeque fluff so I was almost right) 

Summary: 

Genre: smut, fluff in part 2! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You lifted your head off the couch arm. You could hear the sound of the door opening, slowly, like there was an attempt not to make noise. Your eyes fluttered open and you opened them widely to ward off the quickly coming sleep. The TV was still on but it had since changed from what you put it on. You wondered how long you had been in between sleep. The clock on the wall said 11. Despite Phil being an early riser, he never managed to get home early. 

You heard the sound of shoes being shuffled off. A loud sigh. Clothes being taken off, a jacket being hung up. 

You sat up and looked behind the couch. You placed your hands up on the back of it, putting your chin down on top of them. You watched the entrance to the living room, waiting for someone to emerge. 

Phil walked in slowly, dragging his feet across the hardwood floor of his home. He widened his sleepy eyes at the sight of you and a ghost of a smile haunted his face. 

“What are you doin awake darlin?” he asked but his voice wasn’t louder than a whisper. He almost sounded like one of the people on the TV. Far away, through a screen. 

“Waiting for you,” you said honestly. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his work clothes. He didn’t even realize he was still wearing his bulletproof vest till he tried to bend down and kiss you but it stabbed him in the stomach. Nonetheless, he kissed you chastley, dry lips leaving careful imprints on your skin. 

“You didn’t have to wait up.” 

“I know,” you said. Your voice was a little louder now. He came around the couch and sat down on the couch beside you. You put your hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t change.” 

“Too tired.” 

“Long day?” 

“Hm.” He turned to face you. You dragged your hand up to his neck and his chin. His skin was warm. You shuffled closer to him and started to grab the straps of his vest. 

“Can I take this off?” you asked. He nodded and you started to undo the straps, one by one, carefully. You moved his arm to remove the weight from his shoulders and then lifted it up over his head when you were done. He let you do it, wordlessly. “Have you eaten?” 

“Sure.” 

“Phil.” He pursed his lips. 

“I got busy.” He always forgot to eat breakfast, constantly leaving his protein shakes on the counter by accident. You always cursed him for missing dinner and got annoyed when he went to the gym without anything in his stomach. 

“I’m gonna warm up your dinner. It’s in the microwave.” 

“You didn’t have to make dinner.” 

“I figured you wouldn’t eat.” You started to stand, blanket falling off your lap. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back down to him. 

“Stay here a moment,” he muttered. “Just..stay with me.” You didn’t ask him how his day was. You tended not to. He would vent about it eventually but he had to stir in it first. Sleep on whatever horror he had gone through. 

“You need to eat. Give me one second.” He let you go after some more pushing. You turned on the microwave and grabbed a drink for him out of the fridge. The lights of the kitchen were dim. You brought him back the plate after a couple minutes. He had navigated to the bedroom, slowly trying to find something to sleep in. “Dinner’s served.” 

“Thanks babe,” he said quietly, taking it from you. He always pretended he wasn’t hungry until he had a plate of food in front of him and then it was all over. 

“You still doing the barbeque tomorrow? Almost all the guys RSVPed.” You gave him a look. “Thanks for giving them my number instead of yours by the way.”

“Easier. You’re more organized,” he said through chewing. You grabbed some sweatpants out of the dresser for him. “And yeah, I grabbed the steaks this morning on my way home from the gym.” 

“Did you buy enough for yourself?” 

“Yes,” he scoffed. You smiled and threw some clothes down beside him. 

“I grabbed the paper plates you asked for. And beer. I grabbed lots of beer.” He nodded once. He looked silly with his mouth stuffed with food, his cheeks like chipmunks. “Careful, you might choke.” He rolled his eyes but had to wait a moment to speak because he was still chewing. 

“This is good.”

“Thank you.” You climbed onto the bed, happy to feel the comforter under your fingers. He turned around to talk to you. It was like living with your built-in best friend, someone who always wanted to talk to you even when he was too tired to form sentences. He was so reserved and professional for so long that by the time he got home he was ready to let it all out. 

“You don’t mind that I’m using the house do you? Wes said we could use his next time if it’s a big deal.” You shook your head. 

“I don’t mind at all,” you assured him. “We have a house too big for the two of us anyway.”

“Daddy’s money,” he said, chewing. He was referring to himself. You kicked him, even with the light embarrassment raising to your face. 

“It’s nice to have the company is all I’m saying. Plus, I haven’t met some of the new guys.” 

Phil told you all about the Shadows. They were his friends, his family, his crew. You had hardly met most of them but you knew their life stories, their wives, their kids. When you first started to date Phil they used to joke you were like their new mom. Though you were all mostly around the same age, you took the title with pride and a little bit of humor. 

“You’ll like em. All very civil.” 

“They don’t take after you then.” He laughed gently. 

“I’m so civil doll,” he promised. “Speaking of the big house.” He pointed a fork at you, eating another bite that was far too large for him to take. You let him chew it, pretending to hang off the edge of your seat. “We could fill it up.”

“You want a dog?” He narrowed his eyes on you. You tilted your head, playing dumb. You wanted to hear him say it. 

“Not a dog.” 

“Then what? A cat? A bird? Lil hamster?” He couldn’t banter as quickly as usual because he was still eating. It gave you plenty of room to make up for him.

“Baby. Kid. Child.” You nodded, as though you were just understanding what he meant. 

“A human.” 

“Yeah,” he suggested, voice a little quieter. Phil wanted nothing else than to have kids with you. It was his biggest dream. Having kids, being a dad, living the happy life with you. Even when things were shitty at work, he held onto that. 

“What, right now?” 

“I’d never say no.” Your lips turned up to a smirk. 

“Well I’m too tired for the whole thing. You kept me up very late Commander Graves.” He pretended not to be disappointed. “A compromise?”

“I’m listening.” You could see his ears twitch, a thing that happened when he was particularly interested in the conversation. Either that or he was nervous. You smiled either way and crawled off the headboard towards him. He watched you do it, eyes trained on your mouth. He swallowed the lump of food hard, more like a gulp really. 

“You take a shower,” you started. He dipped his chin as you sat beside him, knees tucked under yourself. “I blow you. And then tomorrow morning, we can do that whole baby making thing.” 

He got off the bed, putting down his plate on the dresser. He grabbed his clothes from beside where he was sitting. 

“I’m takin a shower.” You watched him as he tossed his clothes on your bathroom counter, taking off his work shirt with such haste it got stuck on his dog tags. He didn’t bother closing the door. 

You knew that, despite your words, you would get far too carried away and whatever you had planned for the morning would happen within the next half hour. He’d be a perfect gentleman and claim he could wait, even with desperate, pleading eyes. You shoved yourself off the bed and joined him in the bathroom. 

He had his shirt off, working on his belt. He had scars littering his body. You knew the story to each one, though you sometimes asked him to retell them. You walked behind him to turn on the shower. You turned the knob onto hot, feeling his eyes following you as you did so. Because of that you dragged your hand up on the knob slowly, finger tips nimbly touching the tip. You put your hand under the water, ignoring him even as his eyes bore holes into your movements. 

Finally, you turned to him. 

“Warm enough?” you questioned, innocently. He had tossed his belt onto the counter with a clatter but his pants remained on. 

“Yeah, that’s plenty hot,” he said. 

“You didn’t touch the water.”

“I know.” 

You remained desperately far away from each other (which in truth, was about two feet). You tilted your head. 

“Are you going to go into the shower with your pants on? Tsk tsk.” You cleared the space between you, putting your fingers in the hem of his pants. You didn’t meet his eyes, intentionally looking down as you unzipped his pants. He watched your fingers move, carefully, deliberately. 

Eventually, you returned your fingers to the hem. You bunched his pants with his boxers and pulled them down easily, acting as though you were doing him nothing but a favor. You backed up just a tad and knelt down to a squat. You dragged them down to his ankles. You paid no attention to his semi, tapping his foot so he could lift it up. Once you had them off him, you grabbed the pants in a bunch and tossed them into the hamper. 

You stood up. You swore you could hear a disappointed moan leave his lips. 

“Well. Enjoy your shower,” you teased, turning to leave. 

This time he audibly groaned in disappointment. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to turn around. His eyes were wide, lips almost quivering with desire. 

“Baby,” he muttered. The power you had at the tips of your fingers. He didn’t like giving up his control and you knew that but he would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He toed the line now, breath heaving. “You’re killin me ‘ere,” he whispered. You let him pull you a little closer. He dragged your hand slowly down his body until your palm touched his dick, now raised and hard. 

You touched the top with your fingers and he slightly buckled at his knees. 

“Get in the shower,” you whispered. 

He didn’t want to leave your touch. It was practically torture. But the look in your eyes told him it was worth it. He set his jaw and did as he was told. 

You were wearing just your pajamas, some sweats and an old shirt of Phil’s. You took off the sweats as he stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain wide open. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, palming himself, watching as you undressed. You took off the shirt, his shirt, and tossed it aside. 

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you approached the shower. Phil had a thing about taking your clothes off of you. He liked to unhook the bra, let it fall down your shoulders into his hands. You could take the water. Plus, these were old anyway. 

He moved to give you room, putting himself directly under the water stream. His hair was matted down onto his forehead, water dripping down his face. He was too focused to care. 

You stepped over the shower side and let the warm water hit you as it ricocheted off him. His shoulders were broad and strong. It was something you always forgot until you saw him shirtless. He was so..so big. 

You leaned forward, kissing him. He grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his dick against your stomach, shoved between the two of you. He groaned into the kiss, water covering both of your faces. You bit his bottom lip, pulling it out and then letting him go.

Finally, you dropped to your knees. There was little grace in it, just a hard fall, but the pain in your knees was quickly forgotten. Phil would make comments about the bruises tomorrow. He looked down at you, eyes filled with lust. You grabbed his dick with your hand, slowly pumping it up and down. 

The touch clearly felt amazing because just that made his head fly back. You smiled, staring up at him as he enjoyed himself. 

“Baby please suck it,” he muttered. “Suck it,” he said quickly. You gave up on teasing him for the moment and finally wrapped your lips around him. You moved slowly, pumping your head all the way down his length. You took as much of him as you could until you gagged and came up for air. You licked his tip, holding the base of it with your hand. He groaned loudly, hands finding their way to your hair. 

“You like that Commander?” you asked. 

“Yeah baby. Yeah I like that.” You put your lips back around him, moving faster now. He broke down into moans, gasps as you went further down, seething breaths as you gripped his balls. “Just like that baby, fuck. Fuck you’re doin so good.” 

His fingers were digging into your hair, gripping at whatever he could grab. He pulled at it, trying to guide you. You let him take the control, moving your head as he pleased. He just looked so damn pretty up there, it was hard not to give in. 

He pulled your head off of him completely. To your surprise, you practically whined. 

“I don’t wanna cum on your pretty face tonight,” he muttered. He knelt down, helping you up to your feet. You almost slid back down but he had you in an iron grip. He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips, unable to get enough. He pressed you against the wall, expertly unhooking your bra. He took it off easily, sliding it down your arms, tossing it out into the bathroom. 

He stopped kissing you just to take off your panties, which he did quickly and with minimal struggle. You were soaking wet. It had been a long day without him. Water beat against the side of you both. He shook the water out of his hair, kissing you again. 

You and Phil typically used a condom. You used to be on the pill but came off it after you had been inconsistently taking it. He made no move to find a condom now. You didn’t say anything, gripping his shoulders. 

He pushed your legs so that they were spread a bit. You were both looking down as he slipped in the tip, causing your head to fly back against the wall. If you weren’t so enamored, it might’ve hurt. He took no time shoving the rest of him inside of you, to which you both gasped. The gasps turned to low moans. You put your hands under his arms, gripping his back. 

“Oh fuck Phil,” you groaned. “You’re so deep.”

“You okay?” 

“Move please.” He smirked, doing just as he was told. He started to thrust in and out of you. If Philip Graves could do anything, he could fuck. Your fingers dug into his skin, sliding down his back, surly leaving scratch marks. He grunted as he moved, each thrust considerate. You wanted to say something hot but all that came out of your lips was his name, over and over. He repeated yours back, a whisper, a grunt, and a prayer. 

“I’m not gonna last,” he muttered. You couldn’t blame him. You had done a considerable job to make sure he wouldn’t last. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered. 

It was all he needed. It was like he saw red, his thrusts no longer slow but now coming without a rhythm. Sloppy and hard he pushed you against the wall. You dug your nails into his back, feeling your own orgasm coming with his speed. You put your hands on his waist, annoyingly skinny. Your mouth was permanently open as you gasped, head jerking. 

You came with a long moan but he didn’t let up. Your head rested against the shower wall as he kept moving, clearly coming to his own end. You rode your high as he did so, bringing your head down to watch his face. He was concentrated, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips against your skin. 

Finally his legs shook, bottoming out inside of you, cumming. You pressed your chest against his and he held you tightly, thrusting a couple more times. His head rested on your shoulder. You were both breathing heavily. He remained inside of you as he kissed your skin, leaving marks on your collar bones that you would have to cover up tomorrow. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. 

You kissed the side of his head as he slid out of you. You were both wet now but you had no interest in actually showering. You had gotten what you came for. You dipped your head to kiss his lips and they lingered until you stepped out of the shower completely. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself. 

“You let me cum in you,” he commented. You turned back to him, drying yourself off. 

“I remember.” 

“Was that intentional?”

“Maybe.” You smirked back at him as you grabbed your pajamas off the floor and started to put them on. “I’ll be in bed Commander Graves. Join me when you’re done.” 

He watched you go, shaking his head. You grabbed his plate and brought it to the dishwasher while you waited for him. You rung out your hair into the kitchen sink before you went back upstairs. You climbed under the covers, adjusting to a comfortable position. 

About ten minutes later, he opened the bathroom door to join you in the bed. The lights were off so he navigated in the dark under the covers. You shimmied closer to him when he put his head down. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest. 

“Can we still do that in the morning?” he asked quietly. You laughed, a whole chest laugh that caught in your throat. 

“If we don’t I’ll be disappointed.” 

“Fuck, I love you.” You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat was evening out, getting comfortable. 

“I love you too Phil.”

“G’night doll.”

[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

I’m getting more readers, which makes me so excited! We’ve got to dig in on this one. We’ve got a ways to go. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 6 - Kingdom of Cards

When my eyes finally cracked open, Angel’s cold nose was touching mine, his eyes brightened by the sunlight peering in across the living room. It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings, but the night before came flooding back all at once.

I shifted my legs, reminding myself that I was indeed naked from the waist down. I felt an uncomfortable moisture between my legs, which made me groan out loud.

“Well look who decided to join us, Angel.” His voice floated across the living room from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of my eye, walking toward me with two mugs in his hand.

He was still shirtless, but had his pants on. That felt wildly unfair.

“I hope it’s alright, I made us some coffee.”

I pulled the blanket up to my neck, my eyes still squinting while adjusting to the sunlight. He set the mug down on the coffee table in front of me while I nodded in response.

He sat down on the couch near my feet, only perched on the edge. “I also hope it’s alright that I stayed over last night. I fell asleep before the movie ended, and didn’t realize until this morning.”

I couldn’t process that right now. “What time is it?”

“7:30, do you work today?”

“Ugh! Why are we awake at 7:30AM?” I pouted at him.

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m an early riser, and Angel had to use the restroom. He pawed at my arm until I woke up.”

I glared at my hound, irritated that he made me start this day before life was meant to be awake.

I rolled my body toward the back of the couch, yawning and fixating myself until I was comfortable.

“I don’t work today, therefore I am going back to sleep.” I mumbled.

I felt Noah stand off the couch.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head home once I’m done with my coffee, then.”

My eyes popped open, something about that idea not sitting well with me.

“Wait.” He looked down at me, already moving toward the kitchen. “When do you leave for tour?”

“Monday.” He said between sips of coffee.

I sat up, pulling the blanket over my lap, and stretched my arms over my head before speaking again.

“So you’re probably super busy with getting ready and stuff, huh?” I said mid-yawn.

He smirked. “Kinda sorta? Tomorrow my schedule is full of last minute packing, getting the house ready to be gone, arranging schedules, and all that bullshit. Sunday is panic day.”

My eyebrow quirked. “Panic day?”

He walked back over to the couch and sat next to me. “Mhm,” another sip of coffee. “See, the day before we leave, I always set aside to panic about stupid shit. What am I forgetting? Who do I need to call and check in on? Do we have enough food for the bus? That kind of dumb shit. Helps me not to panic after we leave.”

I nod. “That’s really smart.”

“I know.” He tipped his cup toward mine, and I picked it up, sipping the warm brewed coffee, letting it wake me a little more.

“Today, though, all I have to do is meet with my tour manager at 2, so we can make sure all the deposits were paid and the gear is loaded.”

I glanced down at my cup.

“Well, I don’t have plans today - like most days. You don’t have to leave right this second.” I glanced up at him. “Unless you want to.”

His grin was genuine. “I don’t.” He set his coffee down. “I already let Nick know I was okay and didn’t fall off the wagon. Let him know I was here.”

This piqued my curiosity. “You didn’t lie and tell him you were somewhere else?”

He shook his head. “I don’t like lying to Nick. He gets pissy for way too long once he finds out.”

I like Nick. He’s good for Noah.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts. “So…” I peered back at him. “We going to talk about last night?”

This made me squirm uncomfortably. The memory infiltrated my brain, making the moisture between my legs more pronounced.

“Uh…” I set my coffee down and shifted so my legs were crossed and covered.

He softened his eyes, looking at my face. “We don’t have to.”

I groaned, reaching over to the pillow on the edge of the couch and pressing it into my face. My voice came out muffled.

“Yeah we do.”

I heard him laughing now. Glad he found it amusing.

“I mean, if it was that bad, you can tell me. I’ve got thick skin.”

This made me snap back up, disbelief painting my features. “What?!”

His expression was smug, but not enough to annoy me. “I mean, be honest with me.”

I chucked the pillow at him then, him deflecting with his arm while he roared with laughter.

“You jackass, it was great!”

This made the smug grin on his face widen to the point I thought maybe he would break his jaw.

“Don’t get too excited. We shouldn’t have done it.”

This made his face fall, and I cursed myself internally for making him look like that. Before I could speak again, his brow furrowed.

“Why?”

This took me back. What kind of question was that?

“Because I’m your sponsor, Noah. It’s so heavily frowned upon.”

He contemplated this. I kept my tone even, strict but not stern.

“So, you won’t be my sponsor anymore.” It wasn’t a question.

I sighed. “You need a sponsor. You still need support.”

He sat back, closer to me now. “Okay, so I ask Nick. He already offered. I just needed an excuse to call you every day.”

This made me still. Is he openly admitting that he has wanted this? I get what he said last night, but I figured that was just in the heat of the moment.

“Seriously?”

He reached over, then, pulling my arm over so he could grab my hand, sliding his palm over mine.

“I know it isn’t right. I was with Lily, so I told myself it was just me needing my sponsor.” He looked away from me, staring at our hands that were neatly placed on top of each other. “But after a while, it was pretty obvious that it was more than that. And then the problems with her started…”

He trailed off. We needed to talk about this.

“What happened, Noah?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “You remember when she backed out of the tour?” I nodded. “Well, that was when I felt like we really started to disconnect. Lily and I were together for almost a year, and I really did love her. We had been friends for so long before, it just seemed natural.”

My stomach dropped a little, but I let him go on.

“But a big part of our relationship was the drinking. I wouldn’t say she’s an alcoholic, but I was. And it was clear, it was just never talked about. When I finally figured it out, she told me I was fine. I was just getting it out of my system before I ‘grew up’. It felt weird, like she didn’t care about my wellbeing.”

“So anyway, last night I called her and asked her to reconsider coming on tour. My feelings for you were getting stronger, and I was afraid if her and I didn’t re-establish our connection, we’d lose it altogether.”

Noah was so good. No one deserved him.

“She shut me down. Told me I needed to focus on the shows, the tour, and maybe not so much on my ‘recovery’, her quotes, not mine. She doesn’t believe I have a problem, but that I’m looking for an excuse to get attention.”

This made a hot feeling rise in my throat. I was enraged. But I bit my tongue, wanting to leave the space open.

“So I snapped. I told her she either needed to accept who I was, or leave. She didn’t even hesitate. She told me to ‘call her when I’m over this phase’.”

I squeezed his hand, signaling that I had him. He was safe.

“Noah, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t even believe that.”

He shook his head. “It’s for the best.” He looked up then, smiling tiredly at me. “Besides, when you told me to come over, I figured that was the universe’s way of telling me the path I’m supposed to be on.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was hard to deny that being around Noah felt like it just fit. Like something that was missing, had suddenly appeared. I never let myself think about that, though.

“Well…” I thought out my next words carefully. “we can…try. I don’t know how well we’ll do, but you have to promise you’ll find another sponsor.”

His teeth flashed at me, elation rising.

“But, I don’t want anything official. You’re about to leave for two months. Let’s just see what happens, okay?”

His expression mimicked what I would expect from a child on Christmas morning.

“Yes ma’am.” I felt a tingle in my stomach at that.

He reached over to me, ever so gently brushing his lips to my cheek, leaving a small kiss that had me blushing.

“You’re still insufferable.” I shook my head and stood up, pulling my shirt down over my bare ass. I caught his eyes watching me, now looking a little hungry. “I need a shower. Then, if you want, you can join Angel and I for a walk.”

He licked his lips. “Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to ask to join you for the shower?”

I hid the shiver that crept up my spine, smiling wickedly as I walked toward the hallway. “Yes, it would be.”

I watched his disappointment turn his lips down.

“Luckily for you, I like inappropriate.” I quipped before turning down the hallway.

The water sprayed down my back while my I stood under it, his lips going to work on my neck. I moaned loudly while his fingers slid in and out of my pussy, making my legs shake.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to fall over.”

His arm snaked behind my waist, his teeth now tugging at my earlobe. “Nah baby girl, I got you.”

His voice was so low, so raspy. I could barely keep myself from finishing right here. I rolled my head against his chest, mine heaving with my erratic breaths.

I glanced down, watching his erection stand at attention, begging to be touched. I reached my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, tugging gently, listening to his breathing hitch.

“Mm, do you have any idea how difficult it is not to just fuck you right here?” His eyes were pressed closed, focusing on keeping his hand steady while I worked him over.

“I haven’t figured out why you’re not.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

This made him look over at me, eyes black as night, his mouth closed in a tight line. He reached behind me, shutting the water off quickly and pulling me in, capturing my lips with his.

Exactly the same as the night he first kissed me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his back instinctively. Our kiss broke for only a second while he stepped out of the shower, walking cautiously slow out to the bedroom so we didn’t slip. I used this time to latch onto his ear, sucking and kissing red marks into the tattoos on the side of his neck.

He sat down on the bed, leaving me room to straddle and grind against him. We moaned in unison, the friction too sweet.

He suddenly went still, causing me to freeze.

“I don’t have a rubber.”

I pulled back to look at his face, searching my brain for where I left the box I bought forever ago.

“I have some in my closet, but they’re pretty old.”

“How old?”

“A year? Maybe more?”

He pursed his lips. “Get them?”

I jumped off of him, and he leaned back on his hands, watching me intently while I turned and jogged to my walk-in closet.

I had to dig around on the shelf a bit before returning with the foil pouch.

He ripped it open with his teeth and inspected it, running the pad of his thumb over it.

“I think it’s alright?” He raised an eyebrow at me for approval.

I grabbed it from him, checking for myself before being satisfied and reaching down to apply it to him. He watched me, likely insuring I put it on correctly. Once I had let go of him, he grabbed me, causing me to squeal while he flipped me on the bed. His arms grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the carpet.

My mouth hung open, patiently waiting for him to line himself up to my entrance. I sighed with satisfied relief when he pressed himself in slowly, giving me a second to adjust to the feeling. It had been such a long time since I’d felt anything like this, it had me swimming in oceans I’d never known existed.

“Fuck, Leena. So fucking tight.” I snuck a glance at him, his eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I adjusted my hips, giving him more room to lean down on top of me. He backed out slowly, leaving an empty feeling before slamming back into me with full force, pulling a scream out of my throat.

His rhythm was relentless, pressing deep into me with each hard thrust. I lifted my legs to hook around him. His mouth attacked mine again, pressing his tongue into my mouth hungrily.

He pulled away, and looked down at me, his teeth gritted together.

“Touch yourself.” There was no asking, with Noah.

I let my hand wander down between us, him lifting up slightly to give me room. I let my fingers roll over my clit, breathing hard at the sensation.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, sweat forming near his hairline. He was so delicious. So unbelievable.

I felt myself get so close, I had to grab onto his shoulder to ground myself.

“Fuck Noah, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

If it were somehow possible, he sped up, slamming his hips into me, partially lifting me to get a fresh angle.

His eyes began to roll back and his mouth fell open.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, holy fuck.” His words only brought me over the edge, stars exploding behind my lids.

He slowed his thrusts, riding me through my orgasm before stopping entirely.

-

I watched Noah’s SUV back out of the driveway, a small pull in my chest tightening. It wasn’t fun, feeling like the bubble of safety we had been in for the last 13 hours had burst, but it had to happen eventually.

I had no idea what this meant, or where we would go from here, but I did know that I didn’t want to spoil it by talking about it with anyone, or getting too excited.

Noah was interested, that much was abundantly clear. I was still concerned that his attachment to me was driven by his addiction, though. What would it mean if I wasn’t his sponsor anymore, and I wasn’t his person to run to when the cravings hit? What if he only grew these feelings because I was a safe space for him? And now I’m not that?

What made me so fucking special?

I asked myself all of these questions as I pattered around my home, running laundry, washing the few dishes, sweeping the floors.

I had to put my sheets in the wash after this morning, which made me stop and smile at the thought.

After about three hours of being alone, and realizing I had been spacing out, my phone chimed.

Noah: Is it weird that I feel really out of place at home, now?

This made me smile, but also raise an eyebrow. He had only been gone a few hours.

Me: Maybe a little.

I followed it up with another quick message.

Me: Is it weird it feels empty here now?

His response came only seconds later.

Noah: Can you come over?

Noah: I could use a snack. ;)

I felt the warmth grow in my belly, shaking my head and chuckling.

Me: Baby, you need to get ready for tour.

Adding the pet name had me slightly horrified. It was an experiment. See his reaction. His text took exactly five minutes to come in, which knotted me up waiting.

Noah: You could help me.

I sighed. My phone vibrated again.

Noah: Baby.

“Oh, I am so fucked.”

-

The drive to his house took me sixteen painfully long minutes. When I hit the button for the gate, and it swung open after a few moments, I parked and saw a grinning Noah waiting for me at the top of the drive. I hopped out of the vehicle, Angel trailing behind.

“Did you walk here?” He padded over to me, wrapping his unnaturally long arms around me. His head dipped down to place a soft kiss on my lips, lingering for a few seconds. I inhaled, smelling the scent of fresh shampoo and some unknown cologne. He smelled so unique. So very Noah.

“Get a room, ya freaks!” I pulled back instinctively, my head whipping over to the voice.

Folio stood by the large red pickup truck parked just outside of the garage. I bowed my head sheepishly and Noah smiled, lifting a finger at him before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

“Sorry, he’s just mad that he hasn’t gotten laid in a while!” He said unnecessarily loud, tossing a glance toward his band mate who only stuck his tongue out in response.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, it gets pretty crazy right before we leave.” The living room was littered with bags of varying types; suitcases, backpacks, trunks with wheels on them. The couch was covered in laid out merch, shirts being draped over the back. I stopped to look at them for a moment.

“Want one?” He stepped over, picking up a black shirt with the image of a girl licking a samurai blade. The back listed their tour dates. “These are the new ones, we get samples sent over to give out, or wear, or whatever.” He sifted through the stack, picking out a medium, and handing it to me.

I held it up against myself, noticing it may just barely lift over my D cup breasts.

“Uh…could I get an XL? If you have one?” He snatched the shirt back and handed me another. I flung it over my shoulder as he went back to looking through them.

“What size does Laura wear?” I quickly told him the medium would be fine, so he handed it to me. “Those aren’t even released yet, so you guys are extra special.”

I smiled and feigned amazement. “No way!”

He shook his head and waved me over. “C’mon.”

Angel and I followed him upstairs, my dog obediently staying at my side. Noah opened the door just at the top of the staircase to a darkened bedroom, only lighting coming from his computer desk in the corner. His bed was, I guessed, a queen size. A large flat screen covered the wall adjacent. Aside from that, his room was relatively bare. He flipped on a light.

Pointing his finger and snapping, Noah barked out, “Angel, bed.”

My dog jumped on the mattress happily, stepping in a circle before curling up and plopping down.

I raised my eyebrows. “Did you just command my dog?”

Noah sat next to Angel, scratching the top of his head. “He likes me.”

I slipped my bag off my shoulder and walked over to his computer chair, setting it and the shirts down, and stepping back over to Noah, invading the space between his legs.

“So.” I stated, dropping my hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped my hips, eye level with my breasts and taking in a full view.

“So…” His eyes roamed over my body, hands sliding up and down my legs.

“You wanted me here.” I smirked. “Here I am.”

“Right, right. What ever could we do?” His voice was deeper, his intentions clear.

I reached down to connect us, our mouths now molding together. I lifted one knee up on the bed beside him, pressing myself into his torso.

“Yo, Noah!” A male voice called from downstairs. He didn’t react, and when I tried to pull back, he held me firmly in place, bringing his kisses down to my neck and collarbone.

I swore I heard a thumping on the steps, but I couldn’t identify any sounds right now, not with his tongue tracing circles on my neck and his lips pulling at my skin.

“Dude, you need to - oh fuck! Excuse me!” I jerked back, Noah having the same reaction. We both snapped our heads to the doorway, seeing a very embarrassed Nick diverting his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

I snickered and looked away.

Nick waved nervously, without looking at me. “Hey Leena.”

I smiled at him. “Hi Nick.”

“Dude, kind of in the middle of something here.” Noah’s voice was annoyed, his hands still firmly gripping my sides.

“Sorry, but we need help loading Jolly’s amp into the trailer. Fucker’s so heavy.”

He shrugged, dropping his head between us.

“If I tell Angel to sick’em, will he?”

I giggled. “It doesn’t exactly work like that, babe.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Sorry, but this should’ve been done yesterday. We’re running behind.”

I moved my leg off the bed and stepped back, giving Noah room to stand up.

I heard him grumble as he walked past me. “Fucking dickhead.”

I called Angel and we followed Noah out of the bedroom.

-

Monday came way too quickly, and I hadn’t seen Noah since Friday night when I left his house. After ‘supervising’ the guys load up their equipment, and helping Noah work on some packing, Angel and I had headed home without any additional extra-curricular activities, unfortunately.

Saturday was a blur. I had met up with Laura to give her the new shirt, sending Noah a picture of us both wearing our new merch. He said he was glad Laura loved it, and made some rather unspeakable remarks about how I had better be wearing only that the next time he saw me. Laura and I went to dinner Saturday night where I gave her the diluted version of what happened; Noah and I were no longer in a sponsor/sponsee relationship, but were also not in a real relationship. She said I was avoiding it, I told her to leave me alone.

Sunday was spent on the phone with Noah most of the day while he did exactly as he had warned me; panicked.

“I can’t find my Docs. I need them. I wear them on stage!” They were in the closet.

“What if the bus breaks down like it did last time? Does AAA do roadside assistance for tour buses?” They do, I called and checked.

“I didn’t pack enough jackets. Colorado is always so cold.” It’s May.

“Folio stole my god damn ski mask!” He didn’t. Noah’s was in the washing machine.

Once he stopped having ‘real’ things to panic over, he began the really sad stuff.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“How am I going to handle being away from you for two months?”

“Can’t you just come with me? Angel can come too!”

After much reassurance, and declining to quit my job and up and leave my entire life to join him on tour, I had finally talked him into bed and waited on the phone while he fell asleep.

Currently, I was sitting at my desk, counting down the seconds until I got to go home. Work had been exhausting, and I was so ready to take my bra off and lay in my pajamas.

I clicked open my phone, not having missed any texts and feeling depressed about it. I hadn’t heard from Noah since 7AM when he sent me a video. I pressed on the video to play it for the hundredth time today.

“Hey babe!” He stood outside his house, coffee in his hand, the large bus sitting behind him. “We’re heading out here in a second! We’re headed to Greenwood, but won’t get there until about 9 or 10 tonight. I may not get service, but I’ll call you when I can! Have a great day at work.” The video ended with a large grin on his face that made me smile to myself.

“What’s got you so giddy?” I looked up to see Sam, my not-so-favorite manager standing on the other side of my desk. I popped my AirPod out, looking up at him.

“What?” I asked him to repeat, not that I hadn’t heard him, if only just to annoy him.

“What has you smiling all day?”

I checked the time on my computer and saw that it was 5PM, so I stood from my desk and grabbed my purse.

“Nothing exciting. Funny TikTok.”

Sam nodded, his eyes roaming over my blouse, down my tight-fitting slacks. I internally gagged and began moving around my desk.

“Hey, Leena,” I turned to look as I passed by him. “You want to grab dinner or something?”

The shock and disgust must have not shown on my face, because he just stared with a toothy grin, confidence rolling off of him.

“I, uh…” My voice stammered, wildly aware how much taller and larger he was than I. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He seemed bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe someone would turn him down.

“I’m involved with someone.”

He snorted at this. “Since when, Celibate Susie?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucking asshole.

“That’s none of your business, Sam. And I don’t think HR would care for that nickname.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to lock my office.”

He swaggered past me toward the door, turning back around swiftly, causing me to stop short.

“Well, if you change your mind, you’ve got my number.” He was so close that I could still smell the pastrami on his breath from lunch and I almost gagged.

I just glared at him for a beat before he walked away. I locked my office door hurriedly and nearly sprinted for the building doors. Right as I reached my car, I felt my phone vibrating in my bag.

I cursed, struggling to fish it out before Noah’s face flashed across my screen. I swiped the call open and he began speaking before I could greet him.

“Hey babe! We’re stopped for gas and I’m just outside stretching. Sorry I haven’t called. Service has been weird all through Utah. We’re in some backwoods ass town called Green River, I think? It’s kind of creepy, really. Some real Hills Have Eyes stuff.”

“Anyway, how was your day?”

I sighed, now sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, listening to the melody of his voice ramble.

“Ugh, I miss you so much already.”

[bye-shou]

omg first post!1!1!11!

shu yamino x gn!reader

characters : shu yamino (extra characters : elira pendora, rosemi lovelock, mysta rias + luxiem)

warnings : shu yamino (it's a fluff btw)

summary : your classmate, shu, also one of your best friends for years now, and also your crush, asked you to meet him at the rooftop today when you both went out to study at a cafe.

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yesterday, shu asked you to come with him to a cafe that just recently opened in town to study. you had a physics test upcoming, so you agreed.

you made your way to the cafe where you guys agreed to meet. when you arrived, it seemed shu hadn't came yet, so you waited patiently outside the cafe.

"hey! there you are." a familiar boy with medium length brown hair and streaks of magenta and purple with his signature banana-shaped yellow ahoge (ahegao according to selen) called out to you.

"oh, hey shu!" you also greeted to him. "did you wait long? we should go inside. it's cold out." shu said, offering his hand. you took his hand and you both went inside the cafe.

"welcome to subara cafe! please have a seat. here's a menu, and when you're ready to order, please ring this bell." the waitress said, while giving 2 menus to shu & you.

you and shu sat down at a table for two near the window that has a view of the streets outside. it was the afternoon, so the streets were quite busy from parents picking up their children from school.

you two looked at the menu for a bit and picked what you wanted. then, you rang the bell to call for a waitress and placed your orders.

shu had ordered a blueberry cheesecake to try and some coffee, whilst you decided to order a matcha crepe cake and some black tea alongside it. (if you're allergic to black tea or the stuff in the matcha crepe cake you can change it)

while waiting for your orders, you decided to bring out some books and flashcards to study.

shu also had a physics exam since you both were in the same class, so you studied together. you asked eachother questions that might come up in the exam.

then, the food came. the presentation was really pretty, and you decided to take a picture of it. you also took a picture of shu's food.

you both dug in, and it was really good. the crepe cake was soft, and the matcha taste was strong but not too strong. the black tea also had lemon and honey, with a packet of sugar on the side of you wanted some. (you can also change this)

you both ate and shared your food. when you were done, you went right back to studying.

it was now 17:00 (5pm), when you both finished studying. you both packed up your stuff and got ready to bid eachother goodbye.

"hey! uh- could you maybe... meet me at the rooftop at school tomorrow at... 12:00 (12pm)..?" shu asked. "why?" you asked to shu. "i just needed to talk to you about something." shu explained, yet it didn't really answer your question. you just agreed and parted ways, going back home.

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it was now the next day, and also the first day of a new week, monday. since you live in the dorms, the university wasn't that far from you. it was walking distance.

last night, you thought about why shu asked you to go to the rooftop today, but just ended up sleeping thinking that you're overthinking it.

"hey! good morning!" your roommate, rosemi greeted. "oh, good morning rosemi." you greeted back. "where's elira?" you asked to rosemi. she was usually the one up first. rosemi just shrugged. "maybe she went to university early for some matters. you know she's part of the council." rosemi said. "maybe." you said, before going to the bathroom to get ready.

you showered, brushed your teeth, and had breakfast. you rechecked your bag and then made your way to the living room of the dorm. rosemi was ready, too, so you both went to the university together, but this time without elira.

as you got to the gate, you found shu hanging out with luxiem. you heard that mysta had to go overseas as his mother was a famous detective that had to solve a case in france, he also had to go there, but temporarily of course. luxiem was definitely gonna miss him, but they knew he was definitely gonna come back soon.

since you and rosemi were unfortunately not classmates, you had to separate ways. you made your way to your classroom, 2-A and went inside to go to your seat.

your seat was fortunately by the window, so you got to see the outside of the university. since your classroom was far inside the building, you could see behind the building.

since the university was at a place near the forest, the surroundings were of trees and nature. it was gorgeous, and you would definitely miss this view whenever you got stressed and needed a distraction during class.

you decided to make little doodles on a sheet of paper, look out the window, talking to your classmates, and read about physics again for around 20 minutes until the bell rang.

the first subject was physics, so the exam was brought early in the morning. you absolutely hate physics, but somehow decent at it.

the physics exam wasn't that hard, and you finished it in 30 minutes. you rechecked again for around 3 times to make sure and you had 15 minutes to spare.

you just looked out the window most of the time. when the time was over, you turned in your exam papers and sat down again.

the next classes were quite boring as you pondered about what shu wanted to talk about later.

when lunch arrived, you quickly ate your lunch since it started on 11:45 and made it to the rooftop just in time.

you looked around for a certain brown haired boy and found him looking down at the view of the streets. when he heard footsteps, he looked behind him.

"oh! there you are." shu exclaimed. "hey, shu! what did you wanna talk to me about?" you asked, curiously.

"so... hey, I know we've been best friends for a long time. whenever i was sad, you always tried your best to cheer me up, and it worked. i think you're smart, diligent, clever, hard working, and... pretty. i really never thought of the day i'd say something like this, but I have to get it off my chest. y/n... 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪." shu confessed.

your eyes widened, not responding. shu's expression became sadder, and told you "you can reject me now. i know i'm way out of your league." shu said, in a disappointed voice.

"𝙞... 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤. i've liked you for a long time now." you blushed, you could tell you're redder than a tomato.

"i- wait, really?!" shu's eyes widened in surprise. never in a million years shu would have thought you liked him back.

"well, if you wouldn't mind... 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚?" shu asked, blushing even harder as if it was possible. "yes!" you accepted, faster than you could think.

shu pulled you in for a hug. as you pulled away, shu's lips closed in on yours.

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𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀!

when you guys left the rooftop, it turned out luxiem and your roommates, elira & rosemi, planned this together. the reason elira went early this morning was not because of the council, but because she decided to discuss early with luxiem before shu came.

yesterday, the reason elira & rosemi stayed up longer than usual was because they were discussing about what they were gonna do during the confession.

why they knew all of this? because shu talked to luxiem about his feelings to you, and spilled them to your roommates. since you also spilled your feelings about shu to them, they planned together to make shu confess.

they recorded the confession and shared it to you guys, so that it becomes a memory. they told noctyx, the rest of obsydia & lazulight, and even ethyria.

looking back now, you really missed those university days. but now, you're living with your husband and 2 children, a daughter and a son (could be adopted btw), and now, you go by y/n 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤.

[nonexistent-introvert]

Busy

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of drugs, violence, Javier Peña himself and themes from the show and also angst. Both parties are shit in relationships.

A/n: i wrote this on public transport. I honestly dk what is this, i had an idea and decided to write it before i forget. I also dearly miss my man javi,. so this is the messy product of everything

  The sound of keys and your door unlocking was enough to wake you up. From the horror stories that Javier had told you and the amount of tragedies you witnessed had trained you to be highly alert and prepared for any kind of danger. You rubbed your eyes, trying to rub the sleep away. When the door swung open, you heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of Javier. Then it occured to you that he is supposed to be overseas now. 

    Javier tried his best to look presentable. He didn’t want to make you worry. The lack of blood staining his clothes was a bonus but he doubted the eyebags and the various stray cuts would help soothe your nerves. “Cariño.” He started, his eyes struggling to meet yours. 

   “You should have told me you’ll be back early. I would have saved some dinner for you.” He was back, in one piece. You have learnt to be appreciative of that at the very least. Your eyes scanned his figure, no blood, no visible injuries. 

Javier watched helplessly as you entered the kitchen, eyes searching for some food for him. He didn’t dare step into the apartment, he would be staining your clean floors with his sins. You busied yourself inside the kitchen, refusing to look at Javier despite how much you had missed him. From the forlorn and solemn look on his face, you doubted he would be back for long. You knew once you had him in your arms again you would refuse to let go. 

   “Would pasta do? I ran out of taco shells to make your favorite.” You called out to him. Javier hesitantly removed his shoes at the door. “Yes, thank you.” He stated, staring at his dirty shoes, tearing at the soles from how much activity he does in it. 

   A breath hitched in your throat. Javier hands were on your hips, his nose buried in your shoulder. “I miss you” your hands didn’t stop moving as you uttered a similar reply to him. Javier’s grip on you tightened, your cold response was scaring him. After everything he had been through, the last thing he wanted was to come back to is a breakup. Not after he finally overcame his fear of losing someone and decided to open up his heart to you. 

   You turned the fire off, moving to the side to place the noodles onto a plate for Javier. Javier reached out for the plate, taking the cutlery he needed. His other free hand immediately held your hand. “Eat with me please.” He pleaded, his brown eyes boring into yours. You smiled, you knew you were distancing yourself, it was a defence mechanism of yours. It was the whole reason why you didn’t want to go into a relationship, you hated feeling vulnerable, hated having one person that could determine your mood, the power he had to make you go through hell. Javier saw through the smile immediately, his heart tightening even more as he gently  led you to the small table you had in your living room. 

    Patience is never the word to describe Javier Peña. Your vague responses, cold reactions to him, it was driving him beyond crazy. However, he knew you well enough to know that if he wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, he had to be patient, had to let you open up yourself. So he concentrated on the pasta before him, filling his hunger with the delicious pasta you had cooked for him. He always admired you for your culinary skills. 

   “You couldn’t have chosen a shittier day to come back.” Javier’s head perked up eagerly at the sound of your voice. “Had the most draining day and now you’re at my door when I was just about to bury myself in paperwork.” You gestured to the stack of papers left on your desk. “Tomorrow, once I drop off these paperwork I should be able to spend some time with you.” You grinned, happier at the prospect of spending time with him. Your grin faltered when you caught sight of Javier’s grimace. 

   Javier tried his best not to frown. Hiding his face behind the glass of water you had poured for him upon finishing his food. He took a deep breath, studying your features for a while. God, he missed you but time was never on his side. You fidgeted with your hands nervously, “Spill it Javier.” You demanded. Javier swallowed, you could read him like a book. 

   “I’m so sorry cariño but I have a flight to catch at 7am.” He admitted. His eyes remain fixated on yours, afraid that he’ll miss something. You blinked, pursing your lips slightly, trying your best to hide your disappointment. That means that you’ll wake up to an empty bed yet again and spend the next few days worrying about him. 

   “I figured”

   Those two words might as well have been a punch to his gut. He swallowed the lump in his throat. With only two words, he realised what had gone wrong. 

   Time is a luxury that Javier couldn’t afford. His job demanded him to be ready on call 24/7. It was one of the major reasons why he didn’t see the appeal of committing to anything. You understood that, you knew from the various complaints that Connie told you about Steve’s outrageous work hours. Yet, Connie has always complained about Steve with a shine in her eyes and an understanding smile. You wished you could say that Javier’s work hours didn’t bother you. Especially when your own love language is quality time. 

    “Once everything’s over, I swear I’ll make it up to you.” Javier promised. Honestly, he didn’t know what to say to make you feel better. He never had to explain himself to the various women he brought home to accompany him on lonely nights. Your silence only scared him even more, it was like you were slipping from his fingers. “Talk to me.” He pleaded with those brown eyes of his. 

    “The narcos are a lucky bunch of motherfuckers.” You laughed, “I should start trafficking drugs.” Javier frowned, he knew you were joking but this joke hit a little too close for him. He wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy to be part of this messy chaotic war of drugs and he desperately did his best to shield you against it. Hearing those words from you, you might as well have told him to his face that he wasn’t making a difference and that he was just wasting his life away. 

  Those words were meant to hurt. You hated yourself for it but you just couldn’t break the habit. You knew you were pushing him away by pushing his buttons. You knew how much he tried to give you the relationship you deserved, you were being selfish and you knew that. However those words left your lips before your mind even could process it. Your heart clenched st the sight of Javier. His eyebrows was furrowed, his jaw clenched tightly and his hands curled into fists at his side. Javier was losing his patience, your words hit him in a sore spot. 

    “I’m sorry, I’m not-“ you tried to apologise but Javier simply stood up. He ran his hands through his hair before he put on the jacket that he had left hanging on the chair. He took out a cigarette and lit it up with a lighter in the kitchen. The sound of your door slamming shut resounded through out the apartment. You closed your eyes, trying your very best to not shed tears, it’s your fault, you always sabotaged the good things you have in your life. You glanced at the door, vision blurring with tears. Javier had promised to quit smoking but it seemed he had picked up on the habit again considering how he readily had a pack of cigarettes in his jacket. 

     Javier Peña haunted your dreams that night. He always did. Especially on nights when you missed him dearly, especially today when you had pushed him far enough you were convinced he wouldn’t be coming back soon. 

   “Once I’m clean, healthy and free from this narcos business. I’ll make you mine. With a ring and a wedding and everything I can offer.” He promised once when he was in bed with you. Those words felt like decades ago compared to now. He already picked up the habit of smoking again, what’s stopping him from going back to his old ways completely?

   There it is, the doubt and overthinking that caused you to self sabotage every time. You trusted him and love him with all your heart and yet, you couldn’t help these thoughts, couldn’t help the distrust that formed despite him giving you no reason to doubt him. 

   The empty side of the bed that you woke up to didn’t help. 

   Although the note that was stuck to the front of your fridge door made you feel like a fool for even feeling and thinking the way you did.

  Wait for me to come home to you. - Javi

[hellfirenacht]

Isekai Chronicles START

A/N: Welcome to my new experimental fic series! This is where you should start for context.

I don’t have it in me to write the 100k slow burn fic of my dreams, so I thought I’d try something new. I’m going to write the first chapter and everything else will be non-liner, episodic story telling based on YOUR prompts! Rule will be at the bottom of the chapter!

Summery: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix. Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree, monkey’s paw author.

We begin.

Master List

August 5th. 

By the time you get home from your job, it’s pretty late. Work had been busy, to the point that your break had been pushed back so far that your supervisor just told you to go home thirty minutes early. You were pretty sure that wasn’t exactly legal but you weren’t going to complain about being able to go home. Lucky for you, it was payday which gave you an excuse to grab yourself some food on the way home. As if you wanted to cook after such a long day anyway. 

You fumble with your keys and make it inside, kicking off your shoes and making your way to your room where you planned on having a very relaxing evening watching mindless tv while having dinner before going to bed.

Alright fine, you were going to have the tv on but you were probably going to be staring at your phone the whole time while the tv provided some background noise. 

You pulled your wallet and keys out of your purse and dropped them in the backpack next to your bed. Tomorrow you were meeting with some friends and you’d need the backpack more than your purse. You plugged in your phone and started flipping through channels on your tv to find something to not pay attention to while you ate. 

Pulling YouTube up, you looked through your recommendations, seeing an eclectic mixture of D&D related content, 6 hour video essays about shows that you’d never watch, and the occasional clip compilation from different shows. 

STEVE HARRINGTON BEING A SINGLE DAD FOR 6 MINUTES 

You laughed to yourself, and scrolled past it to watch some random video essay. 

It was 1:58 when you finally decided that you needed to go to sleep. You forced yourself out of bed to pick up your trash and take it to the kitchen. The tile was cold on your feet, far colder than it should be. Actually, for being the middle of summer, it was freezing here now. It felt like the temperature was dropping rapidly. 

You made your way to the thermostat, but it read normal to you. You really hoped that you wouldn’t have to call the a/c repair guy. That wasn’t exactly something that you could afford right now. Then again, it couldn’t be worse than the power bill you’d get if it kept up the cold.

Grabbing a hoodie from the laundry, you make your way back to your room. It was too late to call anyone to fix whatever was going on with the unit, so you’d have to call first thing in the morning. Yay. 

As you cross the threshold to your room, your stomach drops. When you go to set your foot down, it felt as though you missed a stair. The room spins, and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the last time you were on a roller coaster. Your head feels light and everything around you spins faster and faster until you're on your knees, trying to hold in your dinner. The chill in the air was now almost a relief as you felt yourself burning up. If you got food poisoning from that fast food place you were going to be so pissed. 

Just breathe. Just relax. It'll be okay.

You don’t even realize that your eyes are closed until you open them. It was dark in your room now and quiet. Too quiet. Had the power gone out? The tv was off, as well as the lamp that you had next to your bed. You stood up with shaky legs, the nausea slowly subsiding. You picked up your phone to check and see if there were any blackouts in the area, but your phone didn’t light up when you pressed the home button. You frown and try holding it down for 10 seconds to try and hard-start it, but nothing. It remained off, reflecting your worried face on the black screen. 

That’s when you noticed the vines. 

Creeping along the edge of your desk, snaking their way around the bedroom were long vines that tangled around your room. For a moment you were completely frozen, only your eyes daring to move along the strange plants. What the hell was happening?

As a child, you were prone to nightmares and sleep paralysis, and you were holding your breath, hoping desperately that this was the same as when you were so small. You had learned how to snap yourself out of it most times, and you focused all of your energy into clenching your hand into a fist over and over and over again. If this was sleep paralysis, this would have alerted your body enough to snap out of the dream state and wake up. Nothing happened.

You back up towards the window, convincing yourself that this was a bad dream. You'd fallen asleep and now you were having some sort of lucid nightmare. Alright, if this was a dream, you'd have to follow dream logic.

You grabbed your backpack, an old beat up thing that hadn't held school books in years. Now it was where you kept your role playing books for your weekly meetings with your friends. There was no reason to grab it other than this was a dream, and things don't make sense in dreams anyway.

Lucid dreams could be fun when they weren’t terrifying. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d had a dream where you were fully aware that you were in a dream. Though even in those dreams you weren’t fully there. There was a foggy feeling in your brain and in your limbs, that had to mean this was a dream. You wished briefly that there was someone here with you to share this with, some dream person to bounce ideas off of. 

It was the loneliness of this dream-scape that made everything feel wrong. 

You make your way out of the room again, it was just as dark and quiet in the rest of your home as well. Everything was covered in these weird vines, and you shuddered. You could see your breath now, and you rubbed your arms to get some sort of friction and heat. You make your way to your front door, reaching for the knob-

BANG

The door shook with the force of whatever was on the other side. You screamed and backed away, stumbling backwards over a vine that now wrapped around your ankle. It tightened around you, and you thrashed trying to get it off. 

There was another BANG on the door, louder and harder. A piercing sound echoed through your home. Whatever was out there was strong, and loud, and did not sound human. You needed to wake up NOW. 

There was a pair of scissors on the table behind you. If you could just grab them then you could cut this stupid vine off of you. Another vine shot out, grabbing your leg this time and you thrashed harder, reaching for the leg of the table and gripping it for dear life. You shook the table as more vines started for you, until the scissors fell next to you. 

With a desperate amount of force you stabbed through a vine. Of course these were the shitty scissors, ones that you had been meaning to replace for weeks now. Your arm was sore as you hacked at the vines, the slamming of the door getting harder and closer to breaking through. 

One good kick later and you were scrambling back towards your room, needing to find an out. You slammed the door behind you and locked it, as the sound of your front door broke open. Panic flooded your veins, any lucidity from this dream vanished in an instant and all you cared about was getting away from whatever the fuck was now inside your home. 

You rushed to the window, which opened surprisingly easily. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you looked down. The fall didn’t look like it would kill you, but it did look like it could hurt like hell. But it was better to be able to get away limping than dying by a spooky vine monster. One good jump should lurch your brain awake enough to sit up and shake off whatever the hell this was. You looked down at the ground, adjusting the backpack and taking a deep breath.

Maybe you'd actually be able to fly if you were lucky. You never were that lucky though. In dreams, the best you could ever do was doggy paddle through the air for a few seconds. 

You  pushed yourself forward and found yourself tumbling to the ground. Your stomach lurched again, dropping as you fell forward. You tried to aim for the bushes to break your fall, but they never came. That feeling of being upside down washed over you again, and you fell with a hard thud on... concrete?

You groaned and sat up, the world had changed again to... you assumed normal? No, you had to still be dreaming as you  found yourself in the middle of a street. It was dark, save for the lamp posts lighting the street. You took a few deep breaths, your head was still spinning and your stomach was protesting hard at what just happened. You took a few deep gasping breaths, begging yourself to not puke everywhere. You felt clammy, shaky, and now warm again. It was warm again. 

There was an ache in your shoulder where you had landed on a hard concrete sidewalk. The backpack didn't help, and you slid it onto just one side of your body. You close your eyes and stretch it out. At least it didn't feel broken. That was a good sign.

"Holy shit." there was a voice from behind you, and you swung around to see two boys there.

One was... awkward looking. All gangly limbs and skinny with shaggy dark hair. He didn't look older than fourteen, in that awkward height where he wasn't quite taller than you but gave the impression he was just one growth spurt away from shooting up like a beanstalk- or maybe he was already in the middle of it?

The second boy looked more proportional. He was shorter than his presumed friend with curly hair and slightly darker skin. They were both looking at you like you were a fucking alien or something.

You might as well have been, considering that they had just seen you fall out of the sky, from a portal that absolutely had no business opening and shutting as quickly as it did. A portal, you'd come to realize, they knew about all too well.

You look at them, and they stare at you slack jawed.

"Shit." the shorter one says.

"Yeah. Shit." Agrees his friend.

"...Shit?" you echo back to them and that seems to snap them out of their trance as they start towards you.

"Did you just come from the Upside Down?" demands the taller one as they approach you.

"The what?" You stare blankly at them.

"The place with the vines everywhere!" the shorter one explains. "Looks like this place but darker and worse off? Crawling with demodogs possibly? Particles in the air?"

Particles? Had there been particles? You couldn’t remember, but you did know the vines. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of the fog of whatever this dream had turned into. Had you snapped your brain out of one dream to be pulled back into another? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened either. Everything just felt so cloudy still in your mind.

You made a move to stand up, but your legs refused. Looking down you could see the indents of where the vines had dug into your skin. This was all too confusing. Who were these kids and how the hell did they know about your nightmare? And where even were you??

"How di-" you froze as the two boys stepped into the spotlight of the nearest lamp post.  

There's a funny feeling that happens when you're in a dream. Things make sense, except they don't. You blindly accept things that aren't possible. You could swear you have physical sensation, but everything feels the same. A 'clear fog' would be the best way to describe it, if you had to put it into words. Reality and fiction, a world of your own making based on the world you lived in. Nothing is real, but everything was real somewhere else. You can be in five places at once because your mind pulls the fabric of your memories together to form a seamless transition of all of the space and time you've ever inhabited.

When Dustin Henderson steps into the light, that feeling snaps and you're awake. Any traces of sleep and dream disappear and you had the same feeling you would get after waking up from a nightmare. Your heart starts racing in overtime, you feel clammy all over. Your shoulder hurts, and your mind feels sharp and panicked.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, digging your nails into your palm and feeling the sharp pain in your skin. Real. You are awake now.

Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson were standing right in front of you. You knew their names and faces- you'd watch them grow up over the years but now they were in front of you.

You were awake but they were standing in front of you, existing.

You hadn't even thought about Stranger Things since the season finale last summer.

"Hello?" Dustin waved his hand in front of you. "Come on, dude. We're not the bad guys!"

As if two high-schoolers could be. Then again, you had been in high school once.

"The Upside Down." you said. You could feel the slight vibration of your throat as you forced the words out of you. Your tongue moved in your mouth, saying each syllable carefully. Real. Your words were real. "Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?!"

Your question caught them both a little off guard. This time it was Mike (Mike!) who spoke up. "You're in Hawkins, Indiana. Did you come from a lab too?"

A lab? That was laughable. You have never been anywhere near Indiana before let alone a lab, unless you counted science classes.

"I... am absolutely not from around here." you said. "I have no idea where I am-"

"Hawkins," repeated Mike, missing the point.

"-Or how I got here."

"Portal from the Upside Down?" offered Dustin.

You dropped your backpack now. It felt too heavy, and your shoulder was still sore from the impact.

"Do you know what your name is?" Mike asked.

That was an easy question. You were able to at least give them your name.

While you were spiraling and trying to decide on what to do next, Dustin walked over to your bag, which had spilled on the ground. Well, spilling was a generous word. You hadn't zipped it up properly as the zipper had a bad habit of getting stuck so when you dropped it, the books inside had slid out partially.

"Player's Handbook?" Dustin asked, picking it up. "This isn't what this is supposed to look like"

"Fifth edition." the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Fifth edition, fuck they were no where near that in ninetheen-eighty-something. Were they on the second edition? Second edition came out in 1989- shit.

Mike grabbed your backpack before you could stop him. These teens were awfully grabby for having just seen you appear out of thin air.

"Dude" you said as they pulled out your heavy D&D books, looking at them in awe. The hardcover books rarely left your bag as you had your own table to play with every week. Well, every other week. Sometimes, maybe once a month? Scheduling was hard with a group.

Would your friends even notice you were gone? Could they notice you were gone?

Mike was thumbing through the Dungeon Masters guide, with wide eyes. "Where did you even get something like this?"

Well, you might as well rip off the bandaid.

"Hey, what year is it?" you ask, ignoring his question.

The two boys look up at you, then each other, and then at you again. There was a silent conversation happening between the two of them.

"It's August 5th, 1985" Dustin said.

"Right. Cool." you sat your ass on the concrete, suddenly feeling dizzy.

The two boys stepped away, talking to each other in harsh whispers that you could still hear.

"We need to bring them to El."

"El can't do anything, she's- she still doesn't have her powers back!"

"They fell from a portal from the Upside Down and don't know what year it is!"

"El's leaving in a week to move to California-"

"So?! We've saved the world in less time than that!"

"We don't even know if the world needs saving right now-"

"That was a PORTAL that opened and closed on its own from the Upside Down! You think that's NOT a sign of something happening?"

The two boys continued bickering as your mind raced. 1985, meaning it was somewhere between seasons 3 and 4. Early August, so no Hellfire Club, El's still here for at least a little bit- there's no mall. Not that you have any money anyway. You rack your brain, it had been so damn long since you watched the show and now you're here?

"You know I can hear you both, right? Like, you're not even trying to be quiet." You call out.

Mike and Dustin stop their discussion and turn back to you. "You're coming with us," Dustin said. "We need to know everything that happened and how you got here."

"Do I at least get to know your names?" you already knew their names, but they hadn't supplied them to you.

Introductions were shared and books were put back. You struggled to zip up your bag, knowing that it'd be a worse struggle to get them out later.

"We're going to Mike's house." Dustin explained. "We can hide you in the basement for now."

"You two are being weirdly okay with putting up a complete stranger that just appeared out of nowhere." you said.

"This happens a lot." Mike said. You laughed, yeah, you suppose for them it did.

"So, what year are YOU from?" Dustin asked.

You walked forward with the boys, feeling each heavy step as you navigate through the suburban neighborhood. At night, in the street like this, it didn't look too different from a neighborhood in your own time. The only difference being the site of a tube tv glowing through the window of one of the houses. If you ignored that, you could pretend that you were back home in-

"2023."

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RULES

-I’m not writing in a liner way, but I’m not ready to write any romance between Reader and Eddie. This is a slow burn after all! Current timeline I’m wanting to write is between August-December 1985. We will get to ‘86 later

-You can suggest reader do anything, there is no guarantee that I will pick your prompt!

-I already have the meeting planned between Eddie and Reader, that is off the table. Anything else is up for suggestion!

-Prompts must be submitted through ask, as “READER => Do something” If you know, you know.

-Reader is a weirdo, a freak, and is not shy or popular. Reader probably has really bad ADHD.

-If I need to add more rules I will, if I change rules that’s allowed because it’s my fic.

-This fic is officially named “That Time I was Transported into a Netflix Show And Joined A D&D Club” but I’ll be tagging it as “Isekai Chronicles” for simplicity

-Monkey’s paw author.

-Make it fun, everyone <3

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[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 1)

IU replying to her own post:

Ah I forgot to mention one thing..

I really wanted to at least attend one of the movie screenings today and do a surprise stage greeting… but there’s a really big scene to be filmed today and I’m not in Seoul right now..ㅠㅠ I tried to arrange my schedule since a month ago, but it’s a scene that many actors appear on set together and matching everyone’s schedules is like catching a star in the sky, so it was difficult for me to meet uaenas today, whatt ㅠㅠ!!! Just saying in case there are any uaenas looking at the door, waiting for me to make my appearance and not being able to enjoy the movie today..

Uaena: I cried so much that I took a crying selca, unnie… if you read this on stage, I would have been submerged (in tears)…

IU: Show us -clap- show us -clap-

Uaena: I’m curious about whether you had your dinner, whether you’re filming right now, whether you’ve been sleeping well lately. I love you.

IU: I just reached my accomodations, washed up and wrote this letter. I’m going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a busy day from early morning to night! Nowadays, the moment my butt touches something, I fall asleep kekekeke 😍 Goodnight!!!!

Uaena: I was looking forward to (your surprise appearance), but it’s ok! We can’t ruin jingjjang’s schedule! Have a safe trip back. You worked hard for today’s momo concert!!! I’m wondering if you saw the uaena waving goodbye to you as you left? ㅠ

IU: Of course I saw all of it 😌 There were many people holding slogans and I saw many lightsticks too, so I put in effort to look at them, but I was told not to open the window for safety reasons, so I couldn’t open my window. Sorry ㅜㅜ

Uaena: -long post which mentioned that uaena’s love for IU is not one-sided but reciprocated by IU-

IU: What do you mean one-sided!!😡🔥🔥 I love you!!

Uaena: Unnie, when exactly do you sleep? Please sleep well! This middle schooler uaena will be going to bed first hehe Have a good night 🫶🏻

IU: Nowadays, I almost always sleep at midnight!!! After my middle school days, it’s the first time I’m having a routine lifestyle again 😍😍

Uaena: I really want to ask whether you think a serious bread includes salty bread. 🤨

IU: Salty bread looks cute, so it’s an excited bread.(TL note: IU mentioned before on IU TV that she prefers sweet bread and doesn’t like ‘serious’ bread like garlic baguette or pizza bread or sausage bread which tastes of food.)

Uaena: Has your skin recovered from the mosquito bite??? I noticed you stuck a sticker to hide it cutely today kiki

IU: … It keeps swelling up..ㅠㅠ I think this evil mosquito released its poison all the way inside my bones (insert mosquito bite selca)

Uaena: Jieun noona, have you watched the show in the movie theatre?! It’s almost like going back again to last year, it’s no joke!!

IU: Have I watched it, or have I not~?

Uaena: I’m curious about the drink you often order from the coffee truck. Please let us know your TMI.

IU: Babamba latte. When it’s hot, I go for ICE, when it’s cold, I go for HOT 😌 (TL note: It’s a mix of chesnut, walnut and milk with some honey)

Uaena: Have you seen the Unique Dayooki (TL note: IU 15th anniv contest on fancafe)?! The creations are hilarious 💜

IU: Uaena are.. really (in a good way) crazy.

Uaena: Unnie, to you what is the most legendary song of Golden Hour?

IU: The 3rd section of the concert is really… awesome…

Uaena: How are things between you and your brother lately?

IU: Getting better as we get older 👍

IU replying to herself:

Ah I really need to go to bed now!! 🐥🐥🐥🐥 I’m really going to bed!!! I’ll be back tomorrow if I have time during my breaks. Today is an important day for us ❤️ Let’s keep the conversation going. Goodnight!!! 😊😊😊

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[losfacedevil]

Change // SFK (Pt 11)

a/n~ Alright y'all, I am FAR too excited to sit on this one until tomorrow. This is a HUGE step for them that I need to get out into the universe.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! Oral, penetrative sex.

Sophia had awoken with a case of the giggles. His familiar scent tickling her nose as she rolled over and snuggled against him; placing her head gently against his chest. Sam stirred lightly, wrapping the arm she rested against around her waist and pulled her closer against his side. Her arm was thrown lazily across his stomach, dancing the tips of her fingers across his side. 

“What has you tickled so pink this early?” Sam cooed, poking his finger into the curve of her ribcage to punctuate his words. Her giggles intensified, burying her face into the soft material of his shirt to try and stifle the noise.

“Sammy, please, I can’t breathe!” She choked out, his fingers continuing to assault the ticklish spots of her ribcage. Her eyes began to water as she pulled a deep breath in through her nose, her giggles starting to subside as he ceased his attack. 

“Sammy, please. I like the sound of that.” He teased, rolling over to nuzzle his face in to the crook of her neck. She couldn’t help the string of giggles that escaped her as she reached up and began to stroke her thumb across the length of his cheek. 

“What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that it’s been a long time since I’ve woken up with someone in my bed.” She mumbled, reveling in the feeling of his cheek pressed against hers. Sam chuckled softly, slipping his fingers cheekily up the back of her shirt. 

“I told you I’d sleep on the couch but you were all “No, Sammy, come cuddle with me, please. No funny business, I promise.” Sammy mocked her, his voice a higher pitch to match hers. She shook her head lightly, reaching back to pull her fingers through the tangled locks of his hair. 

“No it’s… it’s nice to wake up next to someone that you weren’t forced into the bed with. It was nice to just lay with you and talk and to wake up to you still next to me.” Sam chuckled lightly as he pressed soft kisses up the length of her neck, across the soft curve of her jaw and placed a sweet peck to her lips. 

A gasp escaped Sophia as the room lit up behind her closed lids, the sound of thunder following shortly after. Sam groaned as his phone pinged on the bedside table, no doubt a text from Danny that the market was a no go. 

“Uh oh. Guess you’ll just have to stay here with me all day.” Sophia giggled, nervous excitement bubbling in her belly as the suggestion slipped past her lips. 

“You wished for this, didn’t you? You said come stay the night, Sammy. We can cuddle and just talk, Sammy. We can go to the market together, I can help you set up, Sammy. But I know full well when you curled up next to me last night you said ‘hey Mother Nature do your best to cancel the market, didn’t you?” Sam mumbled, the ramblings lost in the rumble of thunder that sounded somewhere in the distance. 

She shook her head gently and placed her hand against his cheek. He peeked his eyes open, taking in her sleep kissed features. A soft smile played across Sophia’s lips as she ran her thumb over the length of his cheek, slowly making her way to his lips. Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, the soft, tickling sensation that spread across his skin sending a shiver down his back. 

“I would never wish for a rainy day so you’d be out of making your money, who do you take me for?” She giggled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.  

“I take you for someone that now has to deal with me in day old clothes. C’mon, get dressed. Let’s go get food, my treat.” 

Nervous energy bubbled in Sam’s stomach as he pushed himself into a seated position and turned his back to her. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to stop pounding out of his chest as he pushed himself to stand and made his way to the bathroom. 

~*~*~

A shiver danced up Sophia’s spine as Sam’s fingers ran over a particularly sensitive spot on her lower back. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose as she lifted her head from where it lay tucked safely in the crook of his neck and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“I thought you were sleeping, baby.” Sam mumbled, letting his eyes flutter shut as the credits for the movie they had been watching began to roll across the screen. She giggled softly, peppering a line of kisses across his cheek and pecked a sweet kiss to his lips. 

“No, was just enjoying the way your fingers felt.” She kept her voice light, the hand she had tucked beside his face flexing as she reached her thumb out and began to stroke his cheek. A soft smile caressed his face and he puckered his lips, blindly searching for another kiss. 

Sophia’s instincts kicked in, slowly maneuvering her body so she was straddling his waist and her lips found his once more. She placed her hands on his cheeks, fully enjoying the way his lips worked against hers, keeping the pace she set but slowly began to take control. 

Sam placed his hand on her leg, straightening it out as he used his other arm to push himself into a seated position and wrapped her leg around his waist. His hands gripped her thighs, kneading the soft flesh beneath his hands and dug the pads of his thumbs into her, dangerously close to her center. 

He soon realized what he was doing, fighting the urge to let his eyes spring open in shock and moved his hands to her lower back, pulling her closer against his body. She giggled lightly, pulling back to break the kiss and found his gaze with hers. 

“That was an okay touch, sweet boy. What was it you said to me? It’s okay to touch and explore as long as you’re ready to?” She giggled, running her fingers back through his long tangled locks. 

“Not to be crude but, I’ve been ready since the moment I met you. It’s on your time, not mine.” He mumbled, leaning forward and pressed a trail of soft kisses up the expanse of her neck. 

“I’m fine with this for the time being.” He chuckled, running his bottom lip over the soft spot right below her ear and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear lobe. A shiver danced up her spine as she quickly pulled away from him, turning her face to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“It’s okay to touch and explore. Unless you think I’m fragile and you’re going to break me.” 

Sam’s eyes grew wide at her confession and he reached up, cupping her cheeks in his palms. She wore a proud smile, reveling in the fact that she was the reason his jaw was in his lap and nodded lightly at the questioning look in his eyes. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, letting his hands slowly trail down her sides. They came to rest on the hem of her t-shirt, curling his fingers around it and lifted it gently, exposing the soft skin of her stomach. 

“You’re sure about this? You don’t have to do it just because I want you.” Sam mumbled, rubbing his pinky fingers over the now exposed skin. She averted her gaze as a nervous smile spread across her lips and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying down on the kiss swollen flesh. 

“Confession? I… I wanted you last night. Hell I wanted you the day we went thrift shopping but the universe punished me for that. I want all of you, Sam, every last inch of you, of your skin, every last thought in your mind, the good, the bad, all of your flaws. I want it all.” 

Tears welled in her eyes as she laid her heart out, letting herself be vulnerable. She took a deep, steadying breath and blinked the moisture in her eyes away. Sam leaned forward and captured her lips with his, gently peeling his fingers away from her shirt and wrapped his arms tightly around her midsection. 

A sigh slipped past his nose as his hands returned to the hem of her shirt and - with a quick nod of approval - he shimmied the material up and over her head. Her arms snapped to her chest, immediately covering her bra clad body. Her eyes were wide as she talked herself down and reached behind her to open the clasp of her bra. 

“You’re absolutely sure?” Sam’s voice was low, holding a raspy and sultry tone that shot straight through to her core. She giggled nervously and nodded; letting her eyes flutter shut as her bra slipped easily down her arms and exposed her chest to him. 

His fingers danced soft designs against the skin of her chest, tracing a soft line down between the valley of her breasts. He cupped her left breast and he gently ran the side of his thumb over the taught peak of her nipple. The sensation causing a fire to ignite in her belly and she leaned into the touch. 

She reached forward, shaky hands trying and failing to open the buttons on his shirt. Sam chuckled lightly, removing his hands from her body to wrap them around her wrists and guide her hands to his shoulders. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, the downward swoop of them more prominent the more his lids drooped. 

“No worries, gorgeous. Lemme help.” Sam chuckled as he quickly separated the buttons, letting the soft material cascade down his arms and pool behind him. She kept her eyes trained on his as she placed her hands against his chest. There was a loving look to his gaze as he watched her drop her eyes and danced her fingers gently over his prominent collar bone. 

He knew she could feel where he strained again his jeans, his cock pressing firmly against the dip of her hip joint. Sophia rolled her hips gently, repositioning the way she sat on his lap before bending down and connecting her lips to his collar bone. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as her hand grazed against his groin and she reached out to squeeze his side. She sucked roughly against his skin, rolling her hips against his once more. 

“Fia.” Her name left his lips on a whisper, the way his hands gripped her thighs the only communication she needed. Her hands found his belt buckle and she pulled away from him, a hunger in her eyes he had never seen before. 

“Hi.” A smile kissed her lips as she opened his belt and slowly pushed herself up off of him. She held her hands out to him, a nervous look kissing her features as she waited for him to wrap his hands around hers. 

“The bed might be more comfortable.” She teased, threading her fingers through his and yanked him to his feet. A boisterous laugh escaped Sam as he crashed into her back, wrapping his arms around her before slowly walking them in the direction of her room. 

“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re nervous?” Sam chuckled, watching intently as she stripped her jeans off and perched herself on the edge of the bed. She shook her head gently, pointing at the pants that still clung to his waist. 

“Patience, my sweet love.” He chuckled, closing the distance between them. Sophia scrambled backwards up the length of the bed, nervous giggles bubbling up from her chest as he rested his knees against the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hands around her ankles and yanked, pulling her back down the bed towards him. 

“Sorry, you were too far away.” He cooed, placing a hand on either side of her head and hovered his body over hers. 

Sophia looked up at him through the shaded curtain his hair created, new tears pricking the backs of her eyes as she fully realized what was about to happen. Sam lowered his upper body slightly, beginning to trail kisses from her forehead down the length of her cheek and stopped only to press a soft peck to her lips before he continued his descent. Her breath caught in her throat as he closed his lips around her nipple and began to flick the tip of his tongue across her taut nipple.

“Sammy, please.” Her words slipped out in a whine, back arching into his touch. His warm breath fanned out over her skin, rising goosebumps in its wake. Pulling back off of her skin with a lewd pop he blew a cool stream of air on her wet skin and elicited a soft whine from her. 

“Still like how that sounds.” He chuckled, his lips once again finding a spot against her molten skin. A soft giggle escaped her as his facial hair tickled her and her hand shot down to cup his chin. 

“Enough with the funny business.” She cooed, tugging on his chin. Sam followed her lead, slowly moving so he hovered fully over her once more. 

“If you don’t actually touch me in the next ten seconds I’m taking care of myself.” She teased, cupping her breasts and rolled her taut nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Sam’s eyes grew wide as he scrambled up, quickly ridding himself of his pants. 

Sophia sat up, a wide grin spread across her lips as she scooted closer to the edge of the bed and reached out, placing her hands firmly on his ass. He couldn’t help the breathy chuckle that escaped him as he stepped forward and slotted himself between her knees. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Sam cooed, reaching out to run his hands through her loose locks. She pressed a soft kiss to his stomach, pressing her nose firmly into the soft flesh and breathed in deep. 

“Confidence.” She placed a line of teasing kisses along the length of his waistband, curling her fingers around the sides of it and looked up at him through her lashes. Sam nodded gently and watched as she slowly pulled his boxers down; her eyes widening slightly as his dick was freed from the fabric. He chuckled as she studied him, gently touching the skin around his dick as if testing the waters. 

“Can I?” She mumbled, big doe eyes staring up at him through her lashes and she gently wrapped her petite hand around his length. He took a step back, allowing her to lower herself to her knees and threaded his fingers through her hair. 

She took a deep breath and stroked him slowly. He pulled a sharp breath in through his nose as she wrapped her lips gently around the tip of his dick. Hollowing her cheeks she took him as deep into her mouth as she could, pulling back painstakingly slow. She set a slow and steady pace, eliciting a gasp from his chest as she reached up and cupped his balls in her hand. 

“Sophia.” Her name sounded like a scold as it left his lips, causing a giggle to slip past her nose as she pulled off of him with a lewd pop. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” She giggled, leaning back on her elbows. Sam bent at the waist and slotted his hands under her arms, easily sliding her farther up the bed before resting his knees on the end of the bed. 

“You’re a tease.” He mumbled, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanked them down off of her body in one swift move. She yelped as she heard the material tear, eyes fluttering shut quickly as his hand found her core. His fingers slid easily between her folds, her body seemingly telling him everything her mouth wouldn’t allow her to. 

“For me? You shouldn’t have.” He chuckled, leaning down to press kisses to the sensitive flesh just below her ear. A soft moan slipped past her lips as he sucked gently and his teeth grazed the already sensitive spot. 

He gently began to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb. Soft whimpering moans spilled out of her at his actions, screwing her eyes shut as she got lost in the feeling of his fingers on her. He teased her entrance gently, pressing one finger into her, and then another as she clenched around his fingers. 

“Oh my god.” Her voice was a mixture of a purr and a whisper as she gripped the sheets underneath her. 

“Can you cum for me first? Hmm? All over my hand so I know what I’m working with? Hmm?” He chuckled softly as she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, yanking his face down to hers. She crashed her lips against his, holding him in place as she focused on the rapidly coiling band in her stomach. Sam knew by the way she fluttered around his fingers that she was close, the gentleness of his touch sending her careening over the edge quickly. 

She kept her eyes screwed shut as she sang his praises but the damned hot tears that streaked down her cheeks betrayed her as embarrassment settled in her chest. Sam removed himself from her, wiping his fingers on the bed spread as the realization of what was happening hit him. 

“Hey, no, no, it’s okay. Did I hurt you?” Sam cooed, laying next to her and wrapping her in his arms. She shook her head lightly, pulling a deep breath in through her nose as she steadied herself. 

“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to.” She mumbled. Sam’s brows furrowed as he held her, wracking his mind for what she could be talking about. 

“You didn’t mean to? Wait…you’re not apologizing for… feeling good, are you?” She nodded sadly, forcing her eyes open and found his gaze with hers. 

“I didn’t mean to cum, you didn’t even get a chance… I’m sorry.” Sam couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him and he clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. 

“Fia-bia, absolutely not. The night is still young, are you okay to keep going?” A frown tugged at the corners of her lips. 

“You’re not mad?” Sam sucked his teeth, shaking his head at her as he repositioned himself, hovering over her once again. 

“No I’m not mad. I want you to feel good.” He mumbled, capturing her lips with his. She  caught him off guard as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his length, slowly positioning him against her entrance. Sam broke the kiss, his eyes alight with concern. 

“You’re sure?” He asked once more. She nodded gently, bringing her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. 

Sam rested his forehead against hers as he slowly began to press forward. A gasp escaped them both as he easily slid into her, bottoming out and halting his movements. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as she took a steading breath. 

He moved slowly, setting a painstaking pace as he gauged her reaction, taking in her expressions as soft moans began to slip past her lips. His movements were calculated, one’s that would bring them both the pleasure they craved. 

“Sammy, yes, please, yes.” She was a mess underneath him, her back arching as she writhed with pleasure. 

He began to move faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only sound filling the air. Sophia was beside herself as she felt another band of pleasure begin to form in her stomach. Sam’s hips began to stutter, alerting her to how close he was to the edge and she reached down between their bodies, quickly rolling her fingers over her clit.

 “Sophia, I… fuck, fuck, fuck.”  A soft chuckle escaped him as he felt her clench around him, his name a song on her lips as she milked him; both simultaneously crashing into pleasure. Their breathing was labored as they both came down from their highs, soft giggles slipping past her lips as she peppered soft kisses to his cheeks. Sam pulled out of her slowly, his sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead as he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

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Niccosasha fic idea: something to do with what you imagine to be Sasha’s strangest/most unusual pregnancy craving(s)

strange tastes

nicosasha. modern au. 1213 words.

Niccolo had believed he did his due diligence when it came to preparing for Sasha’s pregnancy. He had read every book, watched every educational video, talked to all of his friends with previous experience preparing for babies. He’s now an expert in fluffing pillows for maximum comfort, giving massages for ultimate relaxation, and setting the bath water to the exact right temperature for the best spa experience. As for the cooking ... well, Niccolo had reason to think that he was well equipped for any craving Sasha might have. He had gone through five grueling years of culinary school and experience working in different layers of hell that were the kitchens of fine dining restaurants. He figured that Sasha’s requests might be strange — the books had warned him of this — Niccolo just wasn’t prepared for how strange Sasha’s tastes would become.  

It’s actually not all that hard to make the foods that Sasha craves. It’s typically just a mashup of things he can get at the grocery store or a nearby restaurant: cheeseburgers, potato chips, French fries. He just hadn’t anticipated how much of her cravings would involve mashing different foods together, especially foods that have no business being together in the first place. French fries sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and drizzled with chocolate syrup, crisp apple slices with cheddar cheese, black pepper sprinkled on top of ripe strawberries. They’re so simple to put together that it would be an insult to Niccolo’s culinary skills if he were to make this for anyone other than his pregnant wife. 

The cravings also come at the strangest times. It’s usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning before the sun even has a chance to rise. Sometimes it’s even after Sasha eats her fill and declares she can’t eat another bite only to look over at Niccolo sheepishly a few minutes later and mumble about how she might be able to manage a little snack of Cheetos and milk. The books had mentioned that pregnancy cravings like these would typically last until the beginning of the third trimester, but it’s past the seventh month and Sasha’s cravings are still going strong. 

These days Sasha doesn’t even have to ask for Niccolo to know that the baby is starving for something to eat. He can tell by the way she stirs in her sleep, the slightest shift of the bed enough to rouse him from his own slumber so that he can tend to her. Sasha will wake quietly so as not to disturb Niccolo, oblivious to the fact that he’s already awakened. Even though he’s assured her multiple times that she can let him know anytime she needs something no matter the time of day, she’ll aways hesitate just as she does now.  

Niccolo rolls over, draping his arm instinctively over Sasha’s stomach where the baby is steadily growing day by day. “What is it? Are you hungry again? Should I make you something to eat?”  

“It’s really, really late,” Sasha whispers even though there’s no need. Her hand reaches over to cover Niccolo’s, squeezing it gratefully. “I think the baby and I can wait until the morning. You should get some more sleep. You still have work tomorrow.”  

“That’s tomorrow. I can still make you something now. Besides, the baby is hungry,” Niccolo yawns. His words are muffled by the fabric of Sasha’s nightdress. He nuzzles his face against Sasha’s stomach affectionately. “It’s never any trouble. Just tell me what it is the baby’s craving and I’ll make it for you.”  

Sasha’s hand finds its way to the top of Niccolo’s head and she giggles as she runs her fingers through his blond locks. It’s the kind of giggle she lets out when she’s about to request something particularly ridiculous. 

“What is it?” Niccolo asks. He rests his cheek gently against her stomach so that he can gaze at his wife’s face in the dark of their bedroom. Even without the light on he can see the smile stretched across her face.  

“Ice cream,” Sasha begins. 

“Well, that doesn’t seem so bad.” They still have a half-finished tub of vanilla ice cream in the fridge. 

“With pickles,” Sasha continues, and she lets out another little laugh when she sees Niccolo wince. She fails to suppress another laugh, which tells Niccolo that her request is not yet over. “... and drizzled with olive oil.”  

He shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow he always is. He sighs through his nose before getting up, bending over to press a kiss against his wife’s belly and then the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”  

“Thank you!” Sasha calls as her husband disappears into the kitchen to fetch her strange request.  

Niccolo comes back promptly with a bowl of perfectly scooped ice cream, dill pickles cut and placed in the shape of a flower on top of one scoop with a drizzle of olive oil on top. He presents it to Sasha who wiggles giddily in bed.  

“Oh, that looks amazing,” Sasha breathes, which is not exactly how Niccolo would describe the dessert. She takes it from Niccolo’s hands and takes a scoop that has a little bit of everything — vanilla ice cream, olive oil, and a bit of dill pickle — and eats it eagerly. She savors the taste of it in her mouth before swallowing, humming happily as she eats.  

“Do you like it?” Niccolo asks.  

“I love it,” Sasha answers happily. She makes another little scoop just like the last one, but this time she holds it out to Niccolo with an expectant look on her face. “Your turn.”  

It’s an unspoken rule that Niccolo has to participate in eating all of Sasha’s strange cravings with her. It had taken him off guard the first time, but he’s gotten used to it by now. 

Niccolo leans over to take a bite and shivers at the cold of the ice cream. It’s a strange combination of flavors: sweet from the cool vanilla melting on his tongue, the tart flavor and the crunch of the dill pickle, and the buttery olive oil that slides down his throat.  

“Do you like it?” Sasha asks just as Niccolo swallows. She scoots closer to Niccolo. “It’s good, isn’t it?”  

Niccolo makes a face. It’s not a combination he would ever think of putting together, but he doesn’t hate it. It’s not bad. In fact, he would almost say it’s good but his culinary expertise wants to say otherwise. 

Sasha reaches down to pat her belly. “Daddy loves the food you picked out, baby. You made a new dish that he loves.”  

“I didn’t say I loved it,” Niccolo protests. “Why does this baby have the strangest tastes?”  

“Come on, admit it. You love it,” Sasha laughs. She leans over and presses a kiss against Niccolo’s pouting lips. She still tastes of ice cream and pickles, and Niccolo enjoys the way the taste of it lingers on his tongue.  

He doesn’t realize why Sasha’s still laughing after she pulls away until he catches himself licking his lips. Feeling the tips of his ears burning, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand in embarrassment. It turns out the baby might not be the only one with strange tastes.  

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 5

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Summary = Anastasia is whisked away by Mrs Polly Gray for a drink in the Garrison pub after the events of the previous night.

Warnings = Virgin Talk, Soft Tommy, Fluff

Word Count = 4074

After spending the rest of the night in the comfort of my neighbours, I called it a night in the early hours of the morning. I had stayed so late hoping Thomas would make another appearance, but regrettably he was off doing whatever it was Thomas Shelby got up to.

When I had returned home, my parents were both in bed, sleeping off the events of this evening while my brother had yet to return from wherever it was, he disappeared off to. I had a feeling it was a girl; he would often come home late, and I could almost smell a faint smell of perfume on his clothes when I washed them sometimes during the week.

This morning I had gotten up early as I wanted to get a start on the dress once again for Mrs Gray. It was going to be tough finishing it by tomorrow, but I will have to clear my schedule and keep my head down today. Hopefully by daybreak tomorrow, it would be complete.

Putting on my blue celestial skirt I made myself for my birthday with a white blouse I made my way down the stairs, everything was quiet telling me I was the first one awake. After fixing myself some bread and jam, I cleaned up after myself and headed next door to the tailor shop, the place was still a mess after last night’s intrusion, but I couldn’t let myself think about that right now, I was on a mission, and I was determined to finish it.

I spent the majority of the morning, recutting out the shape of the dress with the black cotton blend we had in the store, it was vastly running out as a lot of women were requesting specially made garments from the material.

The harder I worked the colder my small fingers began to feel, making my work that little bit more difficult. My parents had entered the shop a few hours after me this morning, busying themselves with tidying the shop while I worked quietly in my corner. They understood the urgency in completing the dress and even offered to help which I kindly rejected, I would be fine. This was something I needed to do for myself.

By lunch time my parents tried to convince me to stop and eat but I wasn’t hungry. If anything, I was desperate, desperate to continue working towards this dress. However, my fingers were becoming numb from the lack of food and heat. Sighing to myself I put the dress down on my desk, stretching my fingers to try and get some blood flow into them but nothing. Standing to my feet I walked over to the small fire my father had started earlier in the day to heat the shop, but it was in vain considering during the raid a small window was broken in the back of the shop with no one realising until today.

“I’m pretty sure it is warmer in the streets than it is in here.” The voice of Mrs Gray interrupted my thoughts. Jumping away from the fire I rushed over to my seat taking her dress in my hands to start restitching a hem line.

“I’m sorry Mrs Gray, during the trouble last night I’m afraid your dress was ruined. I promise I will work tirelessly to complete it by tomorrow for you ma’am I swear. It will be done” I tell her in a panic, my eyes not leaving the black cotton in front of me as I pierced myself with the small needle several times due to my frantic state.

“Anastasia, stand up” Mrs Gray spoke, her voice holding no emotion as I felt her eyes glaring down at me. In fear of the repercussions of disobeying her. I stood to my feet, dress still in my hands as I tried to thread the needle through the fabric on my feet. “Put down the dress.”

“But Mrs Gray…”

“Put down the dress Anastasia” Her voice was stern, I fought back the tears as I bent over slightly ensuring the dress was safely put down on my table. Standing straight once more, I brushed any wrinkles and fluff from my skirt, my eyes focused on my hands which were cupped in front of me. “Lets go” Mrs Gray spoke, in my peripheral I saw her turn her back and head towards the door.

“I’m afraid I can’t Mrs Gray I will never get finished in time also my parents will be expecting me when they return” I tell her moving only slightly to the right standing next to my desk, my hand resting on the fabric, longing to return to it.

“I no longer need the dress for tomorrow, I changed my mind about the races” Mrs Gray spoke, I felt saddened by her admission as I watched her walk next to me. Was it because I was incompetent and didn’t finish on time? This was the first time I didn't finish on time, and it was out of my control. “There’s a note for your parents, now come on” She stated tapping on the piece of paper she had left on the front desk before making her way back towards the front door.

“But where…?”

“I believe you need a drink dear.” She smirked opening the door for me as I grabbed my coat off the hook, wrapping the beige material around myself, my purse in my hands as I lock the shop door behind me. “Besides I want to know more about the girl that has caught the eye of a Shelby"

“Oh, I don’t know many people around here Mrs Gray, I won't be able to give you much information about her” I tell her completely oblivious to who she was referring to. I went over her words in my mind thinking about Thomas. He could have taken a liken to the barmaid in the Garrison after all they had shared look last night, a pretty intense look from what I could tell.

“I think you will be able to tell me more than you think and call me Polly. We are about to have a drink together.” Polly spoke, I could only just about hear her words as I was more focused on keeping up with her quick step while avoiding the dirty puddles with my T-bar kitten heels. I hadn’t realised where we were going until a large bang and a ball of flames caught my attention from the factory next to the Garrison. Of course, it was going to be here, this was the Peaky Blinder bar.

Inhaling awkwardly, I stood behind Polly as we entered the bar which surprised me. It wasn’t as grimy and dirty as I was first expecting. It was actually much nicer. Some of the booths were filled with factory workers off on their lunch break others lay empty awaiting patrons.

I was quick to notice that despite the barmaid, Polly and myself there were no other females in the place which had me feeling a little uncomfortable. I could feel the factory men’s eyes on me as I stood behind the older woman, who told the barmaid to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“Don’t you all have wives at home eh? Stop ogling the poor girl” Polly barked at the regulars who immediately turned their heads back towards the drinks in front of them. It was amazing the respect she received from men. “Pretty girl like you can do better than that lot” She grinned linking an arm in my own taking me into a cosy snug just right of the entrance.

“Thank you” I managed to squeeze out as she handed me a small glass of whiskey, pouring one for herself as she took the seat next to me. A silence had fallen over us, I could tell she was gearing up to question me on the mystery woman she referred to as we left the tailor shop. I didn't mind, I was rather thankful for the heat the Garrison had. I could slowly feel my fingers gaining back some feeling as the amber liquid burned my throat.

“I hope you’re not too shaken about the events of last night and I need you know we had nothing to do with it. Arthur did not approve a raid on the houses, he would never.”

“That’s quite alright Mrs…Polly we are finding our feet. I can only apologise about your dress however, it was almost complete but they tore a unfixable hole in the rear. I had to start again this morning.”

“I’m not worried about the dress dear, don’t worry. I no longer have any intentions of going to the races, that is for the boys to work now Kimber is involved. But I do want you to finish it when you can, a lady can never have too many dresses.” She joked with a shrug of her shoulders and a wave of her hands. “The reason I invited you here, however, was because I’ve heard a few things about you”

“Oh” I squeak unsure of whether or not the things she heard were good or bad. Fearing the worst I grabbed the glass of whiskey in front of me, swallowing the remaining contents in hopes it would give me courage for whatever was about to come next.

“I heard about your big win at the Kempton Races. It was quite the pay-out” Polly smirked, reaching forward and refilling my glass with more whiskey. I watched as the amber liquid sloshed around the glass before settling itself once she had stopped pouring.

“Oh no, it was my brother’s win not mine”

“But it was your name in the betting book I believe” She retorted, of course she would have seen the book.

“It was me who made the bet yes, but…”

“It was for your brother, yes you said” She nodded tilting her glass in my direction silently telling me to drink up. Biting the corner of my lip, I lifted the glass sipping at its contents, for the first time in my life I was having a second glass of whiskey in the same day. “Very lucky, everyone else betting on Monaghan Boy but you, you place a bet on Maid of Arms. How come?”

“Well Mr Shelby helped with that decision actually.” I tell her with a soft laugh, stealing a glance in her direction I noticed the coy smile on her face. Her eyes lighting with excitement at my confession. It was as if she already knew the information, she just wanted it confirmed for some reason.

“I bet he did, pretty girl like you. He wouldn’t be able to resist the damsel in distress” She snorted, pulling out a cigarette tin and pulling out a black wrap cigarette, putting it between her lips and lightening it with ease.   

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean Mrs Gray. He must have known I felt out of place and was just trying to help” I tell her, a statement I had been telling myself, Thomas Shelby had no interest in a girl like me. He was only trying to help, to appear more human.

“Are you a virgin Anastasia?” Polly asked just as I had taken a sip of whiskey. The question completely catching me off guard, the drink going down the wrong way causing me to choke. I couldn’t believe she could ask such a personal question as if it were a simple, general question about the weather.

“I don’t know how that’s any of your concern” I tell her finding my voice. “That’s a rather personal question.” I tell her wide eyed, but it didn’t faze her, her face remained the same, emotionless.

“Indeed” She nodded, her eyes scanning over my body. I didn’t know why but I felt exposed under her gaze. “I believe you are. I haven’t heard anything about you from anyone around here, so I assume you haven’t so much as kissed a boy. Never had a boyfriend either am I correct?” She pushed, I could feel the redness in my cheeks get brighter and brighter in embarrassment.

“I don’t know where your assumptions are coming from…”

“Don’t play coy with me, the more I know about you the more I can protect you from the men like my nephews”

“Protect me?” I asked taken back suddenly by her choice of words. Why would I need protecting from her nephews? I didn’t have a target on my back, I certainly had nothing to give the Shelby brothers.

“Mmm, pretty face like yours has captured the attention of all three boys but not to worry they are just thinking with their cocks. Once they get them wet they will move along, especially after I have a word”

“I…oh…um thank you?” I managed to speak the words coming out as barely a whisper. The drink of whiskey in front of me never looked more appealing as I reached for it, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, my mind felt like it was spinning at the words coming from the older woman’s mouth.

“Easy girl, can’t have you going home pissed to your parents. What will they think of me?” Polly laughed lifting her hand and knocking loudly against the wood. Almost immediately the barmaid’s face appeared in an opening in the wood near the door. It was a service window between the bar and the snug so the Shelby family didn’t have to get up or even leave their comfort place to get a drink. “Glass of water, Grace”

“Right away Mrs Gray” The barmaid, now known as Grace nodded, turning on her heel disappearing behind the bar only returning with a full glass of water in which Polly gladly accepted, telling me to drink up.

“Polly, we heard you were here, we need to talk” A loud booming voice broke my thoughts and when I saw them come through the doors of the snug, I wanted the ground to swallow me up. “Well, look who it is, the high-class whore” Arthur howled slithering in next to me, his arm placed around the back of the chair, his hand grazing my shoulder. I felt trapped as his younger brother John took a seat across from me on the other side of the snug. The same cheeky glint in his eye that he had in the betting shop.

“Watch your tongue” Polly snapped reaching around and hitting the older Shelby brother in the back of the head. He fell forward with a jolt, a grimace on his face as he glared at his aunt. “Anastasia is my guest, and you will not speak about her like that, do you understand me, Arthur?”

“Alrigh, sorry miss” Arthur muttered getting up from his seat and sitting next to his brother John opposite Polly and myself. “You almost done here then Pol?” He asked after a moment of silence, his eyes darting between myself and Polly. The atmosphere telling me I was no longer welcome.

“As soon as Thomas arrives, we must say our goodbyes love. Family business” Polly spoke for my benefit but she had not taking her glare off the older Shelby brother as the words fell from her lips.  

“I can leave now, it’s no problem” I tell her honestly reaching next to me, grabbing my purse and standing to my feet only to feel Polly’s claw like grip on my wrist pulling me back down with a soft thud on the leather seat.

“Not yet, as I said you are my guest, finish your drink first. Thomas is obviously running late.”

“He’s chatting up the new barmaid, got a thing for blondes does our Tom” John spoke for the first time since entering the snug winking in my direction as he spoke. On instinct I reached up feeling the blonde hair that was resting on my shoulder.

“Well he can keep his cock in his pants around this blonde, you all can. You are not corrupting her like the filthy pigs you are”

“Don’t hold back on us Pol” A new voice spoke boldly as they entered the room. Turning my head slightly, Thomas had arrived, hand on the doorknob as he looked around the room, his eyes finally setting upon myself. “I'm sure Miss Adler can make her own assumptions about us. Can't you?” He asked, eyebrows raised in my direction.

“Yes Mr Shelby” I spoke as confidently as I could, but the words came out so soft that I was unsure if he even heard me. Stealing a glance at his perfectly chiselled face it was clear he heard it, the smirk on his face grew, he was loving the affect he had on me.

After a few moments I decided to take my leave, pushing the glass onto the middle of the table. I thanked Polly for inviting me for a drink before standing to my feet. I moved around the table, purse in hand as I stood in front of Thomas who was still blocking the door with his broad, toned body. Looking down at my purse in my hands, I waited for him to move and let me out, but he just stood there, like a statue in front of me.

“Excuse me Mr Shelby” I sighed, lifting my head and holding it high only I wouldn’t look him in the eyes, instead I chose a spot of wood behind him on the door frame. “Please” I pleaded quietly knowing that I had not only Polly but also his brothers eyes on me.

“God's sake Thomas move outta the poor girl’s way eh.” Polly hollered at her nephew; I could practically hear the eye roll in her voice as she spoke. The other brothers sniggering at the situation in front of them. It was like being back in the schoolyard.

“Start the meeting without me. I’m going to walk Miss Adler home” Thomas spoke up, instantly panic rose within me, my eyes widening at his suggestion.  “If that’s alright with you, eh?”

“T-There’s really n-no need Mr Shelby, I am quite capable of walking home myself” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder to Polly for what I could only assumed was for support. However, Polly just returned my scared stare with a sympathetic one of her own. An almost knowing look in her gaze as she looked between the two of us.

“No, I can take you” Thomas smiled, nodding at his family before moving out of the way, allowing me to leave.

Knowing there was no way out of this, I held my head high and walked out of the snug, not bothering to wait for him as I left the premises of the bar and into the noisy street of Garrison Lane. “You really don’t want me walking you home, eh?” His spoke from beside me, a cigarette between his lips as he walked lightening the thing was expert precision.

“Not at all Mr Shelby. I’m afraid you are wasting your time in doing so. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“Is that so?” Thomas laughed almost condescendingly as he spoke. Not bothering to entertain him or whatever game he was playing I continued to walk through the dirty streets in order to get home.

As I carefully manoeuvred my way around yet another muddy puddle, a strong grip grabbed onto my arm pulling me to the side and into a darken alleyway. Just as I was about to scream, the cigarette in between his lips gave his face a beautiful glow almost hypnotising me for a second. There was something about the way he held the cigarette between his plump lips as they turned into a smile, that had my heart skipping a beat.

“Still believe you can handle yourself?” He questioned smugly; his eyebrows raised as he spoke. This was a completely different Thomas Shelby from the one my brother described; he was almost playful.

“This is highly inappropriate Mr Shelby” I tell him pushing aside my thoughts. Convincing myself that he was just playing a game with me, and I needed to keep my guard up.

“You’re right, I apologise Miss Adler.” He smiled a genuine smile; it was probably one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life. I could feel my resolve breaking as I stared into his eyes, a playful glint still present. “Do you know how much I want to kiss you right now?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, eyes darting between my eyes and my lips.

I felt my breathe hitch in my throat at his confession. I couldn’t help it as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. I looked out into the busy street, no one was paying attention to what was happening in the alleyway, it was just Thomas and myself.

Turning my head back around I took a quick glance down towards his lips, the cigarette still hanging between them loosely. I wasn’t sure what came over me, it was like my body had a mind of its own as my hand reached up plucking the cigarette from his lips, watching it as I tossed it into the alleyway.

Looking back at Thomas, his eyes held what I could only describe as mischief in them as he followed where I threw his cigarette before turning to look at me.

Feeling brave, I leaned forward pressing my lips to his in what was going to be my first kiss. I felt his hand cup the side of my face as his lips began to move against my own, smiling into the kiss I felt what I could only describe as fireworks as I ran my hands up his chest, clasping them behind his head as my lips began to work with his. Lost in the feeling that was kissing Thomas Shelby I couldn’t help a giggle that escaped my lips once we pulled apart.

Instead of pulling away completely Thomas held his forehead against my own, his breathe mixing with mine as we stared into each other’s eyes. He used his thumb from the hand cupping my face to stroke against my cheekbone while his other hand drew small circles on my hip.

Taking the lead this time, he closed the gap once more, moving so gracefully against my lips, the kiss was smooth, so smooth it had me dizzy only when I felt his tongue try and push its way into my mouth, did I pull away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t… I’ve never…” I rambled as I tried to control my breathe, I felt serious heat on my face as I looked at the ground beneath my feet.

“Have you never been kissed before?” He asked using the hand that was already on my face to pull my chin up, looking into those ocean blue eyes. “Am I your first kiss Stace?” He asked as he searched my face for some kind of clarification.

“Yeah” I whispered closing my eyes to try and hide the embarrassment I was feeling.

“Really? I wouldn’t have kissed you in a dirty alley if I knew” He confirmed his hand never leaving my face instead he continued to stroke my cheekbone to try and comfort me in any way he could.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… it's all my fault…I should just go home” I tell him as I tried to pull away from his grip and re-enter the busy working street next to us. Only his grip was stronger, and he wasn’t letting me go that easily.

“I’m glad you did; I’ve wanted that from the moment I saw you in the betting shop”

“No, you didn’t” I scoff unsure of what else to say towards his words.

His response to that was to take me into his arms, both hands cupping my face, my own hands reaching up grabbing his wrists in response.

“I did” He spoke so confidently I had no choice but to believe as his lips crashed against mine once more. “And now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I can stay away”

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

God Only Knows

(Niall Horan x Oc)

A side Chapter to Flicker. (Will have important bits that will be important to the future of Niall and Emily.)

Summary: The one where Niall turns 30 and Harry can’t handle it.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SWEET BABY IRISH BEAN!!!

Emily’s pov

September 12, 2023🎈

Things have been a bit crazy for us lately. I’m officially unpacked and living with Niall has been a dream- well, when he’s home. With his birthday coming up, I have planned a small party as to not overwhelm him with how busy he’s been.

But lately, it’s been difficult doing much, especially when it involves food. I know what’s going on… I’m just hoping Niall will be happy.

Niall walks throw the door, leaving his suitcase at the door as he struts over to me and picks me up, twirling me me around as he hugs me tight.

“Someone missed me!”

He pecks my lips and sighs, lowering me down before he sets my feet back on the ground.”

“Ya know I did, Em. I know ya had to work… but I wish you could’ve come with me.”

He hugs me tight, his head on my shoulder and he sighs.

“I know. But it’ll be fine! Now shoo! I’ve got to finish some last minute stuff for your party and I think you need some sleep. I’ll make you some lunch in a bit and bring it upstairs. Leave your bags down here. I’ll wash your clothes and you can put the rest away later.”

He sighs and lifts his head up, pecking my forehead before trudging his way up the stairs. I start the laundry and then start on his lunch when Harry comes in through the front door, carrying a box. I turn down the heat on the stove and rush over to help him.

“Did you get everything?”

He puts the box down and nods.

“Everything you ordered. Decorations, plates and all that. Balloons were ordered and I’ll pick ‘em up tomorrow.”

I smile and nod.

“Thanks Harry, I really appreciate this. I’ll get the balloons though. Why don’t you join Niall and Lewis tomorrow morning? Niall wants to teach him to golf. I’m sure it’ll be comedic.”

“Are you sure? That’s an awful lot to do on your own. I know it’s a small party but still- at least call one of your friends to help if not myself.”

“I got it! I’ve planned many a party in my day. My old roommates are coming and they’re helping set up, but everyone else is out of town. They sent presents though. Which I still have to wrap. But it’ll be fine!”

He sighs and nods. He gives me a side hug, patting my head before leaving.

September 13th, 2023🎈

Niall was out the door early with a small peck to my lips, leaving me with plenty of time to prepare.

I put on some music and get to work, cleaning the house and decorating. Zach, Aleks and Jenny arrived at about 10, with the party at 3 and we all got down to work. By the time we finished, cake and food set, my mom and Pedro had arrived, Kelly following behind them.

Kelly gives me a big smile and a hug as she comes through the door.

“Girly! Look at you! Damn! And everything looks great! Niall is gonna love it.”

I give her an anxious smile and bite my lip.

“I hope so. He should be here in just a minute. Oh shit- the presents! I forgot to wrap them!”

I give her a small hug and with Jenny behind me, I race up the stairs to wrap all his presents, including his special present. By the time I come back down, Niall is standing in the den with Harry and Lewis by his side. He sees me from across the room and gives me his signature smile that always gives me butterflies.

“There’s m’ girl! Come gimmie a kiss!”

I laugh and make my way over to him, hugging him and pecking his lips, noting the obvious smell of alcohol on him, Guinness as per usual.

“Well it seems like you had fun. Let’s get you some water. I think all three of you could use it.”

He chuckles and keeps an arm wrapped around my waist as we make our way to the kitchen. Once Niall, Harry and Lewis have some water in their system, we start the festivities.

“Alright birthday boy. Make a wish.”

“Petal, I’m 30. I’m not a boy… I’m a man.”

I snort and shake my head before pecking his cheek.

“Oh, a very manly man. Now blow out your candles before wax melts all over the pretty cake I made you.”

He laughs and nods and takes a deep breath, ready to blow out his candles. Before he can, we hear a sniffle to the right of us. I turn my head and see Harry, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Harry… are you crying?”

“It’s not fair! Why do we have to turn 30?! First Niall… and I’m next! ‘Ts not fair, Em!”

We all laugh and I shake my head. I walk over to him and give him a side hug.

“It’s okay, Harry. Just the way the world works.”

"But the universe and I had a deal.."

He pouts and I can’t help but snort. Aleks lays a hand on his shoulder, attempting to hold back his laughter.

“Harry, what are you complaining for, dude? You're at the freaking peak of your career!"

Harry frown and shakes his head.

“It’s all up hill until someone trips and falls flat on their face…”

I sigh and give him another hug, patting his back.

“Okay… I think you had a bit too much to drink. How about we get these candles blown out so you can have some of that cake? Sober you up? It’s sugar free…”

He chuckles and nods. Niall blows out his candles and squeezes my hand with a small smile. I serve up some cake and ice cream and I finally sit down next to Niall, who pecks my cheek.

“Thanks for this, Petal. You really didn’t have to…”

I peck his lips and smile.

“I know I didn’t. I wanted to. You made mine the most memorable I’ve ever had… I wanted to do something for you. I know you weren’t especially excited about this one… But I’m so, so happy you decided to celebrate. I want to celebrate you. I’m thankful for you, Ni. Everyday with you. Happy birthday, babe.”

He smiles and plants a passionate kiss to my lips. We all talk and laugh as we eat, until it’s time for presents. Niall laughs as he opens each present slowly, until he gets to the last present. He opens the box and he’s quiet for a minute before he looks at me.

“Em… You’re serious? Y-You’re—.”

I remain silent, only nodding as I nervously wait for his reaction. He stands up and takes me, hugging me tight. I sigh in relief, hugging him back, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. He pulls away slightly and kisses me, tears slowly falling down his cheeks as mine continue to fall.

He pulls away and wipes his tears, before turning to everyone who stand there with confused expressions. Niall takes my hand, a smile on his face.

“We’re pregnant!”

Gasps and claps echo through the room, my mom bursting into tears. Niall hugs me tight and smiles as he caresses my cheek.

“Not that I’m not happy Em, I promise I am… but how? You’re on the shot, right?”

I sit down and Niall takes a seat next to me.

“I was. But I noticed I wasn’t feeling well and I was late. So… I went just in case. Apparently… the batch I got a couple months ago was part of a batch that wasn’t fully developed. So it didn’t work all the way. And well… now we’re here. I know we’ve only talked a few times and neither of us wanted kids this soon-.”

He pecks my lips to silence me before he shakes his head.

“It’s perfect. I promise. No matter what… Our baby will be so loved… And honestly… I’ve never loved you more…”

I tear up, cuddling into his side as he holds me close. He rests a hand on my stomach, rubbing it as we sit quietly in our bliss, awaiting the times ahead.

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Enjoy the Flicker crumbs lovelies! Chapter six is in the drafts but hopefully they’ll be back soon!

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[konohamaru-sensei]

Nisi I really cannot decide, I will leave this to you but tetsuro x sayuri with either

"I'm chemically drawn closer to you"

Or

"I need you so much closer" (maybe they are ...very similar I'm sorry for that) <3 xoxo

FINALLY FINISHED THIS OH MY GOD. Its not very good. But ... you know!

This is an OC story about Ku/roo please do not read if you hate ocs. Thanks!

A gruesome two weeks of meetings, conferences, interviews, discussions and more meetings. Tetsuro felt drained after all the back and forth his new job entailed. He had barely started working at the National Volleyball Association and he was already expected to do everything. He did them all, of course, because he was good at what he did, but man did they drain him.

That he had had the time to go home and sleep was a miracle, though he really felt like he spent more time in and out of commuter trains than actually in his apartment. Living off cup ramen and 7/11 food for a while might have been fun when he was a student, but he expected to have it better once the full time jobs rolled around, and so far it really wasn’t. He couldn’t even bear to think of how bad the situation would be once the olympics rolled around.

He could have lived with this lifestyle though. It bothered him a little, the back and forth, the stress, the lack of sleep, but it would have been alright to him, if it didn’t also mean that he was entirely unable to see his girlfriend. Texting yes, even the occasional phone call was possible, but he was too busy to even stop by her apartment and she had her own work as well. In the last month they had barely met one another face to face and he was slated to go on a trip abroad soon as well.

Meanwhile Sayuri was also working on the beginnings of her own career. She’d snagged a job at a little sports magazine and covered the football section specifically to women’s leagues and while her goal was to eventually be a reporter for football regardless of player gender, it was at least a start. With how much she was on the phone, her laptop and managing her planner, Tetsuro barely fit in himself. 

Recently, when they had talked to each other, her reply to his question about when they could call next had been a shocking “I’d have to check my planner.” His mouth ran dry. They were leading a relationship on schedule now. 

And while he liked his job and would never try to take Sayuri’s career away from her, he missed hanging out and their time apart made him moody. He dared not tell her, because he didn’t want to show himself as clingy as he really was. But something needed to change, because at this rate they’d just drift apart.

I was working a press conference with the coach of the volleyball national team, the day the last straw broke. It had been two weeks since he’d so much as seen Sayuri and almost equally as long since they had spoken on the phone. Every encounter was subsequently cancelled and pushed to another day with an apologetic “Let's reschedule”. Tetsuroo was also guilty of this.

He’d come early, being on the front lines of preparations as any young employee ought to be. Slaving away to keep his seniors happy he only noticed that he had a phone message an hour later. His stomach turned when he pulled the phone from his pocket. “I have to go for an interview tomorrow,” Sayuri wrote apologetically. “I can’t stay over.” She didn’t even ask to reschedule which showed him how badly she felt.

What was he supposed to say? That she shouldn’t go? That he’d looked forward to seeing her tomorrow as much, he’d even made efforts to wash his sheets and towels? It would be selfish to say that. So he gritted his teeth and texted back: “Understood.” It was a little dry and he knew it wasn’t the nicest way to reply, but right now he was annoyed anyway.

Tetsuro decided that he would concentrate on work. If his relationship was going to go down the drain at least he’d have a job he liked. Not that he wanted to think about that right now, because really the last thing he wanted was to give Sayuri up. He was getting frustrated with losing points, but that didn’t mean the match was over.

Apart from a moment in which literally one of the lightbulbs in the stage lighting broke, the press conference went down without any major issues. The national team was preparing for a row of friendly matches ahead of the Asian Games and there was a lot to discuss about the starting lineup. There were more talented volleyball players in Japan than one would think with its average body height so choosing a lineup for such important matches always came with a lot of questions.

The end was drawing near and Tetsuroo was sitting on one of the stools at the edge of the stage. He was supposed to watch closely so he could completely lead these events in the future. Despite his short time working there  they had already decided that he’d be a leading figure for the association going forward. He played with the phone in his pocket and looked at his feet.

Sayuri hadn’t messaged him after he’d replied. Was she mad? He had been a little rude to her, though he had hoped it was clear that it was just his own frustrations with their situation. He gritted his teeth. He’d been able to put his worries for their relationship aside while he was busy, but now, with his mind wondering, there they were again.

Something in the audience caught his eye. A long black ponytail snailing itself around a group of reporters. His heart skipped a beat and he forced himself to blink, but when he looked again the hair was gone. Incredible. Now he already saw images of Sayuri running around. It was really time that he saw her again.

He shook his head and returned his gaze to his feet for a moment. He reminded himself that he was ready to give his all for this job and that though he’d been asked to pay attention, his thoughts were constantly drifting away. From now on he would focus on what was in front of him. He could worry about Sayuri later.

Looking up once more his heart stopped for another second, but this time it took a moment for it to start beating again. If Tetsuro was still just seeing images, then the images looked very real. At the back, behind the usual sport journalists, was Sayuri, leaning with her back against the wall. She noticed that he was staring at her, so she gave him a little wave.

He could feel his chest lighten and probably his face too. He felt so happy to see her, right there in person, that he didn’t even waste a moment to wonder why she was even here or how she had gotten into this closed off event. She had worked in a completely different part of the city and must have taken about an hour to get to him, but she had. He felt so happy that he had to pull himself together completely not to abandon his post.

Agonising 15 mins creeped by in which he watched Sayuri scroll her phone idly on the other side of the room. He tried to keep his hands still, but felt too excited to calm himself. Then, finally, the coach got up and bowed in thanks, leaving the stage to mark the end of the press conference. He held himself back for a little more to make sure he wasn’t just running away from his superiors.

It was an older colleague that finally released him from his obligations with a questioning “Isn’t that your girlfriend over there?” and then, in reply to Tetsuroos nodding, said “Do you not want to talk to her?”

He didn’t ask for permission a second time, instead he dropped the chair he had been holding and snailed his way through the journalists that were still packing up their electronics to head back to whatever tv stations they had been sent from. Sayuri was still at the same place she had been at since she had entered

“Oh, hi, I sneaked i-” she started saying once she noticed that he was approaching, but he cut her off immediately by pulling her into a kiss. Completely caught off guard by this Sayuri did not even resit, though she really wasn’t a big fan of public display of affection. Under usual circumstances he would also never do anything like this, but it had been too long since he’d been able to.

“What was that?” Sayuri, red in her face, said as soon as he gave her her lips to speak back. “People are staring.”

He wanted to apologise. The word was definitely on his lips, but that was not what he heard himself say when he opened his mouth.

“Move in with me.”

Sayuri looked at him as shocked as he felt. What was he saying? But then again, the more Tetsuro thought about it the more right it felt. She blinked. “What … why?” 

“I miss you constantly. And not only in the literal sense that we keep missing each other, but also in the emotional way.” All the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind came rushing out. “And I understand your career is important and I have mine, I do not want to interfere with that, but I want to see you, even if its just for five minutes every night or every morning.” The more he thought about it the more sense it made. “Just - you know, let’s live together.”

For a moment, she seemed speechless. His heart was hammering against his chest. Somewhere over his shoulder someone was giggling and whispering “Thats so sweet”, which embarrassed him. But he definitely wasn’t going to take it back. 

Then, an eternity later. “That is reasonable. I guess it would be practical. We would have more ti-” 

“So that is a yes?” Tetsuro decided to cut her endless analysing short before he got too nervous.

Her deep blush told him all he needed to hear. Ignoring her stammering he pulled her into a kiss again, though this time she pushed him away much quicker than before. “Stop it,” she hissed, now even redder in the face.

In the future they would at least have a few moments each day and most of the nights with each other. Tetsuro let out a deep sigh of relief. No more text messages of rescheduling and cancellations. Fumbling absentmindedly for the phone in his pocket reminded him of how Sayuri had first cancelled on him and then shown up out of the blue.

“Wait, how did you even get in here?” He asked confused.

Sayuri threw one of her hair out of her face. “I tried to explain that when you came over and you…. interrupted me..” She meant when he kissed her. “... I used my card from the magazine to get in, though I am not authorised to be part of the press conference but I was lucky nobody checked. As long as my boss doesn't find out….” 

So she was risking her job to come see him? She could be so oddly sweet sometimes. “And why did you come over?” “Ah, you know..” she mumbled a little. “We hadn’t seen each other in a while and I’m busy tomorrow…” He grinned. “Ohh, so you missed me.”

“Shut up.”

“Well soon you wont have to anymore. You can see my wonderful face every morning.”

“I told you to shut up.” 

“Right right,” he slung an arm around her shoulders and turned her around.