#that’s what I started with at 9pm and now it’s 3am and I’m not even done

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Man sometimes it really hits me like it should not be this hard.

[peachyghuleh]

Fanfic: Papa IV Helps the Reader through an IBS Flare-Up

A/N: This is a shameless self-insert because IBS is trash. This is my first fanfic and my first time writing anything creative in years so please be gentle!

1.4k words

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As I finished dinner in the dining hall, chatting with other sisters of sin, I felt the familiar churning in my guts I get often with IBS. “Hmm I’m kind of tired, I think I’ll retire for the night sisters, I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast!” I announced. I began to make my way through the cold, dimly lit halls of the Abbey, giving a slight smile to each sibling I passed, I really didn’t want anyone asking me if I was okay, I just wanted to get back to my chambers where I had access to a private en-suite and the comfort of my queen-size bed. It was only 9pm but I decided I’d go to bed and hoped that I wouldn’t end up having a flare-up, I snuggled up under the covers praying to Satan that I would be fine.

I opened my eyes to a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I sighed knowing I was about to have a flare-up, I was way too cozy in bed for this bullshit. I decided I’d wait a couple of minutes to see if the pain would subside, turning to check the time, “3AM, fuck, I have to get up early tomorrow for my duties” I groaned to myself, rolling my eyes. Suddenly, the pain got worse, much worse. I decided now was the time to get up and go to the bathroom, the pain usually went away after a trip to the bathroom anyway. I lifted the covers, moving over to sit on the side of the bed, I shivered as my bare feet touched the cold stone floor. As I got up I felt nauseous and dizzy, that was when I knew it would be a bad IBS attack. I hobbled to the bathroom, clutching my stomach as I went. As I sat on the toilet the pain was unbearable, nothing could distract me. The pain seared in my guts like a hot knife running through my bowels, I felt like vomiting and passing out. After I had done my business I washed my hands thoroughly, I always felt so dirty after having a flare-up. The pain didn’t subside though, I practically crawled back to bed and assumed the fetal position hoping that it would help with the pain.

As the pain, nausea and dizziness continued, I felt warm tears trickle down my face, “Why the fuck do I have to deal with this?” I whimpered to myself. It just wouldn’t stop, eventually I got so frustrated I started bawling, hoping that no siblings would hear me. Surely they wouldn’t at this time of night. I cried so fucking hard, the kind of cries that you wouldn’t want anyone seeing or hearing. I buried my face into my pillow and wailed, it was all too much for me to deal with, all on my own.

Just then, I heard a faint knock at my door. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was too loud. I’d managed to keep my condition under wraps until now. “Sorella, are you okay? I heard you from the hallway.” Fuck. It was Papa. I continued to cry; I couldn’t get any words out to tell him I was okay. “Okay, I’m going to come in, I hope you’re decent” he announced. As the door creaked open, I could feel my anxiety skyrocket. I can’t let him see me like this. I quickly sat up, trying to make myself look presentable but instead I made the pain worse, clutching my stomach, he locked eyes on me and I could see the concern in his face through my tears.

“Cara! What’s wrong!” he exclaimed, rushing to my side with concern. “I’m fine Papa…Honestly you should go back to-“ I winced, not even able to finish my sentence. “You can barely speak sorella you’re clearly not okay, where does it hurt, is it your stomach?” he enquired with a sense of urgency. I simply nodded, not able to say much. “Here cara, let’s get you comfortable” he helped me get into a position where the pain was just bearable. Papa gently placed his gloved hand on my forehead, grounding me in the moment “Now, cara, tell me what happened, did you eat something bad?” he asked. “No Papa, I-I just I woke up in excruciating pain, I feel sick to my stomach and so dizzy, I’m just having an IBS attack, I’m sure I’ll be okay, I’m sorry…” I managed to tell him, wincing every couple of seconds in pain. “Ah, Tesoro, there’s no need to apologize, but you look very pale, should we get you to the infirmary for one of the sisters to check you over?” he suggested. “No! Please no… I’ll be okay honestly” I sobbed. “It’s okay, it’s okay cara, do not worry yourself, you’ll make the pain worse. Do you have any medicines here I can get for you?” he asked. I weakly pointed to my bedside table drawer where I kept all my many medicines. He grabbed the medicines I needed and one of the bottles of water I kept in a corner of my room. “Here, let me help you, take these Tesoro, you’ll feel better.” He helped me sit up and gave me the medicines which I took as quickly as possible.

“Why didn’t you tell me sorella, or anyone else for that matter? How long have you been dealing with this on your own?” he asked, almost sounding offended at the fact that I didn’t tell him sooner. “About a year and a half Papa… I’m sorry I never told you, I-I just didn’t want to be a bother” I told him as I smiled weakly. He embraced me in a hug, it felt comforting, he was like a father to me, the smell of his cologne made me much calmer but the pain persisted. “Please stay with me Papa, I’m scared” I said, wincing in pain. Normally I was so good at keeping it to myself and dealing with the pain alone, but this time the pain was just so unbearable I needed someone by my side. “Oh Bella, I will stay with you until you feel better. Would you mind?” he gestured at the bed, indicating he wanted to lay next to me. I nodded and he climbed over me to lay down.

“Show me where it hurts” he said with a soft concern in his voice. I pointed to my lower tummy. He took off his leather gloves and placed his hand where I indicated the pain had been coming from, it was warm, a lovely feeling since I had been dealing with this on my own for so long. He began to slowly rub his hand on my tummy in circles, the massaging motion felt calming and seemed to ease the pain somewhat. “Is this okay Tesoro, I’m not being too rough am I?” he enquired. “It’s perfect Papa, I feel so much calmer” I smiled. I suddenly began to sob uncontrollably as I realized what I’d been going through. “Shh shhh, cara, it’s okay, what’s bothering you?” He asked. “I-I just can’t deal with it Papa, the pain all the time, not having anyone understand, having to sacrifice so much for my health and not even getting any better, I’m 21 years old, I should be living my life but I just-just can’t” I exclaimed. He took his ungloved hand and began stroking my hair, with every motion I felt my stress melt away. “Tesoro, it’s natural to feel that way, you’re unwell, I’m here now though and together we will get through this. I’ll stay here tonight eh? How does that sound cara?” he reassured me. I nodded, unable to get out my words of appreciation. “How about we get some sleep eh? I’m sure you’re tired, you still look pale though, how do you feel now?” He queried. “Still in pain but the nausea has subsided somewhat now, the room is spinning but I think I just need sleep now. Fuck, I have my duties in a couple of hours” I said, burying my face in his chest, tears rolling from my eyes. “Don’t worry about that now cara, you focus on feeling better, you’re in no fit state to do your duties, sleep with me and we’ll sort it in the morning, I promise, Papa never lies, eh?” He tells you.

“Goodnight Papa…and thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you” I whispered.

“Goodnight Tesoro, sweet dreams. Wake me if the pain gets too much again” He said, kissing me on the forehead.

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Anyway! Hope this helps other people, IBS is trash and you all deserve to be comforted!

Peachy⛧Ghuleh

[leticiahewett]

Making those phone calls

The police are taking me home from my son’s tragedy site. We drive passed my work and suddenly I realise holy shit tomorrow is Monday and I have work.. so I call my boss it’s around 9pm on the Sunday night.. she answers and im like “sorry to call so late but I guess you’ve heard about the accident on the highway, well that was my son.. can you please let Adelaide (head office) I won’t be at work tomorrow, actually make it the rest of the week”..

I finally get home.. I walk up the hallway looking for my brother and other son because I have the police with me to help deliver the news.. my other son is not home, my brother comes out of room and asks “where’s Isiah” to which I reply “please come to the lounge room the police need to talk with us”.. my brother continues to ask “where’s Isiah?” “Was that accident him” to which I reply “yes” my brother walks back in his room.. I ring my eldest son because he ain’t home when he answers I ask “where he is because I have news for him”, he replies “I’m safe mum I’m with friends” he told me a few times in that phone call.. eventually I scream “your brother is dead” and hang up.. shits getting real and my mind is finally catching up with what’s going on..

I head to the front yard because I’m hearing my other brother and his wife outside

By this time my other brother had contacted my children’s father to let him know “there was an accident and everyone is meeting at my place”.. while out the front yard I contact my daughter and ask her “where she is because I have something to tell her and I need the address so the police can do a welfare check on her after my phone call” she gives me the address (my phone is on loud speaker so the police officer is able to hear)

Once my daughter has given me her whereabouts I proceed to tell her “there was an accident today and unfortunately isiah passed away as a result”. My daughter tells me “to stop lying and this is a sick joke” i reply “I’m actually telling the truth and there’s police with me now” so then the police officer starts speaking to my daughter

After hanging up from my daughter I start making the phone calls to other family members.. these phone calls were very short and sweet “hey I’m just calling because unfortunately I have some bad news. There was an accident tonight on the highway and isiah has passed away as a result” there was many horrible silences with each phone call..

My phone is blowing up between calls and msgs it’s ringing again with other family or friends since news travels fast in my country town.. many of those calls were “please tell me it ain’t true”

I walk inside for some peace and quiet because my yard is now starting to fill with family and everyone’s crying or making phone calls to help me out.. My mum calls me and all I could do was scream “mum” while on the phone. I have no words to say my mum the reality and severity of shit is kicking in.. I punch a wall because wtf is going on.. this can’t be my life and this can’t be happening..

I’m back outside hugging my husband and crying… many times I’m just sobbing in his arms saying “please tell me this ain’t real and I’m just having a nightmare” even at some stage it sounded like my dogs were crying not howling actually crying..

I had visitors up until 3am, some crying, some wanting information from the nights accident, some just wanting to pay their respects.. we all sat around sharing memories of Isiah.. I zoned off into my own world and while in this zone I have an image of Isiah laying on the ground with his arms reached out like he wanted me to grab his hands.. I tell no one of this image because they’ll never believe me, I don’t even believe me

[wh0reforthemarauders]

Remus Lupin x Reader

“A Late Night Confession”

mostly hurt/comfort/angst. making out with mentions of wanting something more.

Notes: It’s 3am and I’m really hungry and tired but can’t sleep. I haven’t proofread this and English is not my first language but I just had to get this out before going to sleep. Be kind, any suggestions and corrections are more than welcome i love you all

It was 9pm on a Wednesday evening. You and Remus are were a middle of a hot and heavy make out session on your couch.

You finally made it. You managed to convince your boyfriend to come over to your place and hopefully spend the night. For the past two months you two have only been going out on dates like coffee shops, art galleries, and sometimes even being so bold as to catch a movie in the cinema. But you were now ready to take the next step as your body has been aching for this kind of closeness for a few weeks already. You were hoping to finally sleep with Remus for the first time.

As the sound of your sloppy kisses filled the quiet dark room of the apartment you were renting, you slowly slid your hands under your man’s shirt, caressing his body underneath. You slowly moved your hands back towards his shirt and started to slowly lift it up in order to take it off. You wanted remus, you wanted to feel his soft skin, to touch him all over, to be close to him, to be with him.

But then suddenly he broke the kiss and took your hands in his and slowly pulled them down, holding them firmly in his bigger, calloused ones. You immediately felt something heavy drop in your stomach. He was staring down, avoiding eye contact, as if afraid to meet your now worried gaze. You realized something was wrong, and you hoped you didn’t unknowingly do something hurtful or in some way triggering because you really cared about Remus.

Then he finally broke the silence:

“Y/N… There’s something you should know… About me…”

You were now actually worried but you were sure there couldn’t be a thing in the world that could make you stop loving him and so you cupped his face with your hands determined to reassure him, whatever it was in question.

“I really don’t know how to say this without completely scaring you off… It’s just that… you mean so much to me…”

“It’s ok baby you can tell me anything” you say in a gentle whisper, pressing your forehead onto his. “I love you no mater what”

This seemed to throw him off a bit. You were almost sure you heard him forming a smirk but you couldn’t see his face well in the dark. Neither of you have mentioned the L word until now. A part of you wondered it the timing was right, but it was how you sincerely felt about him for quite some time now, and at that moment you didn’t even care whether he’d say it back or not.

And he didn’t.

“Don’t say that. Please… You don’t know me…”

“The let me get to know you” you said, eager to help him get whatever he had to off his chest. “You can tell me anything, I really mean that.”

“I… I’m a werewolf.”

There was a moment of silence. He supposed you’d need some time to process this information, but once he said it out loud the subsequent silence seemed so much scarier than what he had imagined, especially in contrast with the heaviness of his words.

You were startled by this confession, but not scared in the least. You learned about werewolves at Hogwarts, but you never met one. You knew they were only these scary creatures at night, when it’s full moon and you couldn’t comprehend why Remus seemed to think that would be a dealbreaker in your relationship, let alone on a night like this when full moon was still days away.

While these thoughts were racing in your head, and you were trying to think of the appropriate answer to show him that his condition doesn’t change your feelings toward him, the silence was too much for Remus to bare. He pulled back, kissed you on the forehead, took his coat and walked towards your apartment door looking sulky and sad.

“I better leave.” he said, his voice breaking from anxiety, tension and shame he felt.

A street light coming through the window was shining on his face and when you looked up at him you could see he was on the verge of tears.

Before you could say anything he opened the door and left, leaving you to yourself.

You fell asleep late that night. You couldn’t stop thinking about Remus and why he would leave so abruptly over something like that. Was he gonna call you again? Were you supposed to reach out to him? The truth is, you were somewhat annoyed with his behavior, because you felt like he was being too dramatic, and you didn’t like him doubting you after two months of you being in a committed relationship and you never giving him reason to doubt you. But you also felt the need to let him know that you’d be there for him no matter what and make him feel loved and accepted.

[imherebabycakes]

DonnieXfemreader

SHEABUTTABABY

🍯🍫pt 2

fyi: I am currently just typing on my phone I haven’t yet switched to my laptop to write. Im writing just for fun I’m not the best at punctuations so bear with me.

im giving our leading lady a name But you guys can definitely yourselves in its place.

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BLAZE MARIE’S pov:

4|1/2 hours earlier:

just getting back to New York from dc, i celebrated the 3rd annual “moechella” concert/movement. you honestly have to be from DC to understand what it for & about, or you could just google it lol .

feeling tired i headed to my new luxury apartment in Brooklyn courtesy of my favorite uncle who pays half my rent who just so happens to be the richest person in the family well at least on my mom side. finally home i immediately throw my duffle bag down at the front door then locking it after. my place was in complete darkness & a little cold just how I liked it , so I took a nap not only because I was tired but later on Im meeting my home girls to go to a new club called the double take in manhattan, which I was kind of reluctant to go because nothing is usually lit around there for my liking.

……….

A few hours later the time now being 9pm & my bff Kamaree told me to meet her & the others at club. already showered,shaved,and hair in a sleek low bun I still don’t know what to wear & by now the bed was covered with different outfit choices of shoes,clothes & purses , yet nothing came to mind. 

though I have an hourglass shape I’m definitely on the thicker side , a couple of love handles over here and I definitely have a belly pudge, and don’t get me started on the cellulite at the back of my thighs���. *ugh* i hate it. but anyways I’m still a baddie, because my personality is fire and the face card never declines oh and I have ass for days…..

I finally decided on a simple but sexy little silk black dress with a slit on the side along with some black stiletto like wedges, while putting my favorite red lipstick on *ruby woo* i remembered that I had to bring some protection with me, walking back towards the bed kneeling down to reach underneath a little until i felt what I was looking for . pulling out the black case that encloses my Glock10mm. i bring this baby almost everywhere i can legally thanks to me being a veteran it definitely has its perks. I quickly put it in my sexy lace garter holster, making sure it blends in perfectly with no bulky ness in place I quickly head back to The bathroom to lay my edges and just as I’m finishing up kamaree calls me.

kamaree : 🗣 girl where are you!! come yo ass on, im not standing in nobody’s line even if it is ladies night.

me: ight, ight im omw now you ain’t gotta yell. gaahleee lol

I grabbed my keys,a little clutch purse , a palm sized wallet that inclosed my id credit/debit cards and a $20 bill, A quick look in the mirror and I was out the door. I walked out the building towards an old ass 1999 Nissan Ultima, I only kept it for sentimental values because this was my granddad’s car and he recently passed away this year and he left it to me…..

(15-20 minute passes by she gets to the club sees her other friends & they basically party the night away) 

The time was 3am & I was a little tipsy but not drunk I knew where I was at and where I was going,  my friends offered to walk me to my car but I insisted that I was OK and I had my “mousekatool” with me.

walking to my car I got my keys ready to unlock the door, coming up on the car I inserted the key and pull the handle, no good,

*ugh this stupid door*

i hate it when it jammed, I remember the trick my granddad taught me to open the door but me being a little tipsy I guess I didn’t have the strength to do it 

 unbeknownst to me two men were standing a block over watching the whole thing, and I guess to them I looked like an easy target , I could honestly see why I definitely wasn’t aware of my surroundings and what I had on didn’t make it any better nor was i fully sober. I finally got the door to pop open & just when it did masked men abruptly came behind me and ask for money & all my belongings, when I turned around there were two of them and they both had big ass knives.

thinking quickly and my adrenaline pumping, i acted like a helpless damsel in distress,

oh please don’t hurt me”

please take what you want”

as soon as I seen they were letting their guard down a little after taking my purse and keys

i quickly sprung my gun from my upper thigh holster took the safety off and yelled

GET THE FUCK BACK!!! , & DROP THE FUCKING KNIVES BEFORE I START BLASTING DICKS OFF…..

their eyes went wide as if they’d just seen a ghost they immediately put their hands up and did what was told….

and drop my keys and purse too bitches.

almost immediately after doing so the cowards took off running. 

and good thing too because I immediately fell to my knees and took a few deep breath‘s.  realizing what could’ve happened had I not had my protection.

just as I’m gathering myself , getting my keys,purse & wallet, i hear someone say proudly with glee

“YOU GO GIRL”

standing to my feet fast I yell

WHO’S THERE?….,,, CU….,CUZ NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GAMES MOTHER FUCKER!!

another voice says in a smugg tone

“Damn idk if im scared or turned”

gun still out & ready i step back so that my back can be on my car for cover…i say….

Look I don’t have anything for you, im just trying to get home…please just leave me be….pl…please

that same gleefully voice says,

“ We’re not gonna hurt love muffin where the good guys !! and we all just seen the whole thing go down, we were about to help you but you can clearly take care of yourself”

well who are you?…..and……. where are you ?

the voice says well…..

“if we show you who we are promise you won’t freak out and scream?”

“ oh and please put the gun away ma’am” 

Panic and curiosity now taking over my mind and body I reluctantly put my gun away and say

Okay!

with The quickness I hear multiple grunts & thuds behind The other side of my car.

I slowly, And I do mean slowly lift up to peek through the other side through the glass, and I see what looks to be shells in resemblance to turtle or tortoise. 

i stand all the way up, eyes wide i look in amazement & shock at four big ass turtle/human like men.

ummm hey….. i say nervously walking towards them

the orange masked turtle greeted me first with a energetic but sweet demeanor

mikey: hey wasssup girl im Michelangelo but everyone calls me Mikey

hey mickey i give a smile…

mikey: dame your more beautiful up close and you smell really good….

me: i slightly chuckle and blush thank you

then he introduced me to the other three, The one wearing the red mask is Rafael and he is big as fuck , body builders ain’t got shit on him he has a scar on his lip and was chewing a toothpick looking mean, The one in blue mask is Leonardo, he was buff as well but it was more defined, he looked like he had a “not to be played with attitude” but was chill with it.  then there was The last turtle wearing a purple mask, and the tallest & slimmest of the 4 named Donatello, sporting gadgets all over and wearing goggles and some taped together glasses… they are all very handsome actually.

mikey: WE ARE!! mikey says excitedly 

me: dame did i say that out loud?

mikey: see bro’s i told you we looked good.

Leonardo: hold on,we told you who we are, now whats your name?

me: oh you right, my fault slim…my…. my name is Blaze…. Blaze marie.

Leonardo: BLAZE !!! thats your name???? leo says with confusion and scrunched up face

me: LEONARDO that yours??? i fire back Quick with a slight sass behind it



Rafael & mickey bust out laughing

“she got you there fearless”

*Leonardo just rolls his eyes and walks away*

Rafael: i noticed ya accent, ur not from here are ya?

me: nah moe im frm dc

mikey: moe? what does that mean he says with curiosity.

oh its actually the same as saying bro or Shorty.. oh okay say’s Mikey i like it as he beams a bright smile at me. I guess it’s OK just a little weird says Rafael. i shot back with ah yea ok you big hater, me and Mikey giggle to one another. he scoffs and walks away still chewing on the worn down toothpick. out of my peripheral vision I can see the purple turtle eyeing me like aloof prey……. so i look up and say you like what you see huh with a sly smirk, he embarrassingly snaps out of his trance and says im sorry i was just in deep thought, i chuckled oh really what were you thinking about green bean. while stuttering he say’s i.. i ….ummm..i really love your eyes, they are beautiful i dont think i’ve seen anyone with grey eyes like yours they are truly breathtaking. damn bro you trying to push up my lady now say’s mikey lol , heat rising from my chest and a quick shiver running down my spine i say thank you to the man in purple. thank god im black cuz my cheeks would be red like a tomato right now











[pumpkinmich]

STEALING MIKA AWAY FROM SUGURU (fem!reader)

Ft. Mika Yamaka

Warnings: Suguru lizard from Monsters, INC being a bad boyfriend (and him sad but nobody cares), biasing Mika to break up with that dish sponge. Mika sad several times, arguing.

Genre: Hurt/Reverse Comfort

Word Count: ~2.9k

A/N: When I first watched it I went “so what if they are supposed to be mean, I like the mean characters as well” but then he went and CHEATED??? Oh nO, AND ENDED UP WITH A CUTE GF??? Nonononononono, Imma change that real quick.

You and your best friend Mika would tell everything to each other and you recall it all too well that day, she’s been dating Suguru for two months now and it started with a "I feel like I’m always there to listen, but when I’m talking he’s never really present" a small comment, that you brushed off as couples always have things to complain about and it would’ve been fine but It kept going to the point that it’s a recurring subject in almost every meetup or sleepover, you begrudgingly advised her to talk to him and try to talk things out, planning scripts and strategies to bring those subjects up.

You told her you don’t mind helping her, but doing it on the time you two were supposed to be having fun and going out got you frustrated and angry, not at her, but at him! Why can’t he see that he has an amazing, loving girlfriend right in front of him? And your growing hate towards him didn’t go unnoticed by anyone since now you subconsciously avoid or ignore him, rolls your eyes when he talks and glare at him from time to time, the only thing you hated more than him was the fact that Mika was always forgiving of him, following him wherever he goes and moving on even when you, one of her closest friends showed your complete and utter disapprove of him, of course for him it’s easy to hurt her, he weren’t the one wiping her tears, comforting her with movies and sweets or calming her down 3am on facecall, he was the one responsible for making her sad over and over and that didn’t sit right with you

.

It was that time again. You invited your usual friends to the weekend sleepover, and she came in sad and avoided everyone with a fake smile. You thought about what he could possibly have done this time, as it seems he had disappointed her in every way possible already. He apparently just found one more. Everyone is asleep, and you’re with her in the living room, wiping her tears once more. And trying to stop her sobs, she asked

"What do you think I should do?"

"Mika... I think you should break up with him. "

She fell silent, studying your face and looking for any sign of it being a joke, but you seriously and understandably elaborated.

"I genuinely can’t remember the last time you said anything positive about him. Every week you come here sad and crying, not even mentioning the times you call me or text me when we can’t see each other, and you were never like that before him."

She went on trying to explain how that wasn’t the case, she just doesn’t tell you the good things when they happen and it’s not all that bad. Her voice, mixed with the sobs, comes out louder than she wished it would, cracking while pleading

"I SWEAR HE MAKES ME HAPPY!"

You don’t say anything, you don’t need to, just hug her tight and do what you always do; you let her cry, you put on a Disney movie and she falls asleep on the couch with you; and the next day, before leaving, you make sure to reassure her that you’re not angry at her, and that if she needed comfort, she shouldn’t think twice before coming to you and that it’s always her decision after all.

You kept texting normally and she didn’t mention him all week. You started to wonder if you’d made the right decision when advising her to break up. All your friends were busy this weekend and she had her anniversary date with her boyfriend, so you were preparing yourself for a boring night, but around 9pm, someone knocked at your door.

"Mika? What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be out with-"

You stop yourself from finishing it, noticing her body language, face down and fists clenched. You could see her brows furrowed and a pout in her lips, an aggressive expression contrasting her delicate dress, but you’ve seen this a hundred times before. You stand back, and let her inside, hearing sniffs as she enters, but the silence is quick to break.

"He forgot about me… again."

You pause for a moment before returning to closing the door on your room; she's sitting on your bed with tears in her eyes; all the anger has dissipated, and you return to her, hugging her tighter than ever and comforting her once more, letting her talk, distracting her, and lending her some clothes to shower and sleep in.

You don’t suggest anything, it’s clearly not the time for it, just take the ice cream from the fridge and eat it all. After calming down she looks tired, she thanks you for staying by her side once more and apologizes for making you do this every time, but you don’t mind it, it just hurts to see the happy, bubbly girl you knew lose her sparkle over a guy, you missed playing dress up and going shopping and letting her pick outfits for you, miss gossiping and going up on people’s business just to say "But it’s their lives, they do what they want, we’re in no place to judge anybody." right after, missed baking new stuff and putting flour on her nose; and all those things turned into watching the same movies and listening to her crying about a guy that isn’t worth a second glance.

The following day, you decided to visit her. It felt like she needed a bit more comfort, so you went to buy her favorite snacks on the way. You knew she was home, so you just knocked and her mom let you in. She was in her room, so you went upstairs but stopped yourself at her door when you heard she was on the phone with someone else. There was a bit more noise downstairs, but ignoring them, and putting your ear against the door, you heard:

"It’s just that I don’t even feel sad anymore. How am I supposed to tell my boyfriend that I feel glad while he’s disappointing me because I get to have Y/N watching movies, hugging me, and comforting me for hours??"

You’re frozen in place. What did you just hear? You check around, grasping the fabric over your chest, feeling your face getting hotter by every passing second. You don’t want to get things wrong. After hearing a light thud, you put your ears over the door again. Maybe she threw herself in the bed?

"It’s just that she’s always so sweet and kind to me, having her looking deep into my eyes, holding me close and telling me jokes to make me feel better, putting on my favorite movies and getting food for us and then sleeping together, NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY, I meant to say we cuddle, Suguru never does anything like that. Sometimes I pick fights so I can have it with her, so when she suggested me and him breaking up, I figured out maybe I should just try romancing. Do you think she feels that way too? "

So that’s why, you couldn’t pinpoint why you hated Suguru so much, how you could keep comforting her forever, how the memories of her happy times lingered in the back of your head, how you replayed her laugh over and over in your head, and how you didn’t even have time to process it fully before guilt washed over you, for a myriad of reasons, were you stealing her away from him? That was so personal. Was it OK for you to hear it? How will you tell her you feel the same if she is dating someone else? How could you let her suffer so much because of you? How didn’t you notice it before?

You’re a mess, she’s still talking but you can’t hear ir, if feels like everything around you is spinning and your face is burning hot, you’re pretty sure you look super weird outside her door with wide eyes and mouth open; but everything is pushed aside when you hear a footstep on the stairs, you’d rather have her seeing you like this than anyone else so you enter abruptly and close the door behind you fast, she hangs up her phone call looking terrified at you, it’s obvious in your expression that you’ve heard it all, the footsteps from before are the only thing both of you hear, in this unbreakable silence you feel it strong, coming toward her door fast and someone opens the door rudely, almost hitting you as you turn around and see Suguru, invading the room and changing it’s energy aggressively, throwing his hands in the air complaining in an almost shout

"I can’t believe you’re going to make last night a big deal! You need to remind me of those details! You’re so sensitive it feels like I can’t do anyth-"

"Shut up."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. It’s not loud, but it feels like a command. Your eyes never leave her until this moment. The second he opens his mouth again, you’re glaring at him. His voice is significantly quieter

"This isn’t about you; you shouldn’t even be he-"

You interrupt him again, talking to Mika without taking your glare away from him, calm, composed, talking as if genuinely asking a question.

"Does your mother know that the guy she just let in is shouting at her daughter? At her own house? Does your father downstairs know how many times he made you cry for no reason?" You wait for a second for him to actually perceive you. "Who do you think you are?"

You can’t quite remember what happened after. You recall some empty threats and stupid curses as you force his way down the stairs and out of the house. Her parents are quick to side with you and kick him out. You recall him crying and Mika breaking up with him, it’s all so blurry, words foggy, feeling like a dream when you’re just about to wake up and everything happened so fast too, tears of anger and frustration in your eyes, not daring to fall, finding yourself dizzy sitting back in her bed again, hands in your head, supporting your elbows in your knees trying to recompose your breath, and as if perfectly timed, hearing a whisper

"Did you hear it? My conversation on the phone"

Her voice sounds so tiny, and she’s also sobbing, but things are getting clearer. You answer it with another question, as if it was obvious.

"Why did you do that? Staying with him if you wanted me all along. "

She answers it in a heartbeat.

"I didn’t realize it right away. Would I even have a chance with you if I did it anyway? "

Your words feel so hurtful. Tears are now falling, and trying to form a full sentence over sobs, plead.

"You would... But hurting yourself hurts me too. This could’ve gone so much better. "

She sits by your side, hugging you, mumbling a million apologies, until falling into a long silence. Tired from the previous action, it felt like eternity trying to recover from all of the overwhelming feelings. There was only one thing left to say.

"Mika... I like you too. "

Taglist: @veenxys

[yamagucji]

MSBY boys coming home to you

a/n: highly ib by this art of shirtless hinata from insanityqueen go see it if u want a visual of his hc😌 fkjjssjkf this started bc i made a thirst post abt timeskip hinata now here we are 😳😔

Hinata

his flight arrives at 3am so bby boy told you to wait at home instead

all the excitement and adrenaline of being eager of his arrival eventually tired you out so you fell asleep, passed out in your shared bed

it was nearly 4am by the time he got home and when he called out for you, he got no response

“y/n? they must be asleep...”

so he trudged into the bedroom and finally found you fast asleep

careful not to wake you up, he quietly set his things aside and started undressing

the slight movement and light had woken you up from your slumber, and so you peeked an eye out towards the source of the noise

there he was in all his glory, shirtless and smiling down at you

“pumpkin! sorry, did i wake you? eh? no don’t get up, im almost done changing”

you made an effort to greet him, sitting up in your bed slightly- but he beat you to it, lunging towards your figure with his bare chest hitting against your clothes

his added weight on you made your back hit the bed once again

“hinata...” you mumble against his shoulder

“i missed you” / “i missed you so much pumpkin” you both expressed at the same time

he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, mumbling about his trip and how much he misses your touch

the two of you eventually fall into a deep slumber

Atsumu

‘tsumu said he was coming home sometime this week but never specified the time and day

“it’s the element of surprise, babe” ffs😪

the whole week felt like standing on your tippy toes, not knowing when he’s gonna be in your sight

when saturday arrived, you were nearly ready to give up on the idea of him showing up and assume he was joking

but when you opened the door to your house, throwing your stuff onto the side in exasperation, you were greeted by the smell of your favorite food

“love?” you called out, eagerly making your way to the kitchen

there he was in your apron, a smug look on his face as he stirred the pot with a wooden spoon

“miss me babe?”

ofc i do you pissed haired boy

you quickly make your way towards him, hugging his torso and burying your face on the crook of his neck

you mumble, “of course i do. you’re such a dummy for doing this to me love,”

he let go of the utensil and hugged you in return, bringing his nose down on your hair and enhaling your homey scents

he laughs- and you can feel that deep rumble vibrating against your chest and it makes you even more putty in his touch

“hmm, but did’ya like my little surprise?”

you spend the rest of your night being taken care of by atsumu, regardless of his own exhaustion

like you, he’s eager to make up for your time apart from each other ;)

Bokuto

bokuto hasn’t been responding to your texts/calls for over a day now, and you’ve become increasingly worried as time progresses

it’s unusual for him to not respond- you did think of the worst and how something could’ve possibly happened to him

but when you asked hinata and heard that he was doing well, that’s when you started thinking you might’ve done something wrong. but what could it be?

you spend the night cooped up in the couch, hiding beneath your comforter

why is this bby boy not responding to you?? :(

at around 1am, you hear the sound of keys jiggling, followed by the door opening

you perk up, “who-who’s that?”

and in a flash you see your beloved bokuto dashing towards you, leaping on top of your resting figure

“y/n! my beautiful! my love! i missed you,” he coos, bringing his face close to your neck

“kou, i missed you so much! was this your little surprise?”

he brings his face to hover over yours, his bright smile flashing you, “hm. did you like it?”

you chuckle, “of course love! i missed being with you- i thought something was wrong when you weren’t responding to me...”

“ah, sorry babe. akaashi said it’d be cool to surprise you! i managed it but it was so hard to ignore my love”

he closes the distance between you, making earlier’s worries disappear. you kiss long, as if sharing one breath. when he finally pulls away, he buries his face on your neck, emitting a deep grumble

“hmm, i missed your lips so much...” he mumbles, slowly drifting into sleep

Sakusa

sakusa had notified you about his return a few days prior, so you’d taken much of your free time making sure the house was spotless

on the night of his return, you cooked up his favorite food and left it covered on the table so the two of you could enjoy a nice meal together after weeks apart

he was supposed to arrive at 7pm, but press and traffic had hindered him from making it home on time. the build up had clearly made him anxious and grumpy- he couldn’t wait to come home and be in your arms, away from all these people

when he finally arrived home, it was nearly 9pm and the first thing he saw was your sleeping figure sprawled out on the couch, along with the lingering smell of his favorite food

he set his stuff aside, hanging his outer clothing on the rack and making his way towards you

you shift slightly at the sudden noise, and when you open your eyes you find your lover crouching down, fingers running along the side of your face, his other hand taking off his mask

“i’m sorry my love, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

but you shake your head and dismiss his apology instead, sitting up to embrace him in your arms

“...do you mind taking a shower with me, then we’ll eat some dinner? thank you for making me food by the way, my love”

he’ll take you to the shower, and the two of you take turns taking care of each other, massaging the other’s scalp and shoulders

your time apart has definitely made sakusa a little touch starved, so expect little pecks on the forehead throughout the rest of the night <3

[softyoongiionly]

BlackHeart Bakery

Who says Halloween can’t be romantic?

Pairing: Emo! Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: fluff

A/N: HI OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I love you, I hope you like it. I’m sorry it isn’t longer but, I still can’t wait for you to read it.

-you never imagined that the quirky lil bakery down the street from your university would change your life  

-But it did

-“Omg shut up, you’re so dumb.”

-“Rawr xD”

-“Did you just say rawr xD out loud??? That totally defeats the purpose of its existence...”

-“Don’t cite the deep magic to me witch, I was there when it was written.”

-“And now you’re quoting the chronicles of narnia- alright just go back to sleep you big dummy...”

-“Mmm but you married a big dummy so what does that say about you”

-“Jungkook don't spoil it oh my god!”

-“Like they don’t know what’s coming already- spoiler alert losers! I get the girl.”

-“I hate you...”

-“Mm yeah- I love it when you talk dirty to me baby. The last time you said that- we ended up fuc-“

-“Ok! That’s enough! Our story begins...”

-Jungkook’s bakery was quite famous around your city

-If people didn’t come for the gaudy Halloween decorations  

-They came for the music  

-Exclusively pop punk, if you’re wondering

-It was like 2009 everyday  

-Which was comforting, considering the world has gotten a little

-Tricky

-Since then

-But anyways

-If they didn’t come for the music or the decorations

-They came for the AMAZING espresso  

-And the spooky themed treats

-But if you’re being honest

-You think the main thing that keeps them coming back

-Is Jungkook  

-If his sweeping black hair didn’t get you

-Or the adorable cheeky twinkle in his eyes

-It was the tattoos and the piercings  

-He looked like he walked right off of a black veil brides music video set  

-He was hot

-This was obvious

-But he didn’t seem to think so

-You had come to the conclusion that he was oblivious  

-he shoved his feet into his big black doc martens every morning  

-Slipped on his beaded bracelets and studded chokers

-Pulled his fall out boy t-shirt over his

-Massive

-Tattooed

-Biceps

-And just thought hm

-I’m pretty average I guess (lol)

-That’s a direct quote from him btw

-Men truly are hopeless

-Jungkook opened the bakery two years ago

-He had mentioned to you that he had saved up money from his 3 part time jobs to put a down payment on the building  

-Which was wedged between a sex shop

-And a thrift store

-And honestly his bakery

-Blackheart Bakery, if you’re being specific  

-Fits right in

-Jungkook refuses to hire new staff

-“They won’t do it right.” He whined to you one day

-“One time I tried to hire this guy and he put the sugared googly eyes on the cookie skeletons ALL WRONG”

-“How do you put googly eyes on wrong?” You had giggled

-“you just do- i- See? This is exactly why I can’t hire anyone...”

-You had started chewing on the end of your pencil in the midst of your laughter

-It was an unconscious habit

-And it makes Jungkook shift uncomfortably, his hands moving off of the top of your table

-“Don’t do that...” he had muttered, smirking to himself as he walked back behind the counter  

-he did that a lot

-He’d mutter something  

-Mildly flirtatious under his breath and then  

-Just walk away

-It was quite confusing

-But honestly you had a feeling he was just a filrty person  

-You certainly weren’t the only girl he smirked at

-Not that you pay attention

-Ok  

-Maybe you do  

-Kinda  

-Pay attention  

-but it’s not your fault!!!!  

-You just  

-Can’t help but feel a little jealous

-You kiiiiiinda have a little thing for him

-Ok

-Maybe it’s a big thing  

-Maybe it’s a massive

-Gigantic

-Towering  

-Crush  

-But look at him!!!

-You simply couldn’t be blamed

-It was his fault  

-Yep

-That’s what you’re going with

-It was Jungkook

-And his tight t shirts

-His ripped jeans

-His dangly earrings

-His tattoos

-His big

-Stupid boots

-Ugh ok

-Focus  

-You have work to do

-The whole reason you began coming to Jungkook's cafe was so you -could find a consistent place to study for your exams

-You were in school to become a teacher :)  

-And teachers have to study very very hard  

-Educating the youth is no easy feat  

-Jungkook had asked what you were studying during the first week you arrived at his spooky house of baked goods

-“Oh I’m an education major”

-“Ahh so you’re getting an education about...education.” He concludes

-“I love it.”

-“So meta.”

-“Are they educating you on the disparities between impoverished children and wealthier children?”

-His wide eyes were brimming with genuine curiosity  

-You kind of got a kick out of how candid he was about such heavy conversation topics

-“Not as much as they should be but, I’m actually writing a paper on a similar topic right now...”

-This caused a brilliant grin to come over his face

-It was almost blinding really

-And it made your heartbeat all wonky  

-“Of course you are. You look smart like that...”

-He had backed away from your table then, seemingly satisfied

-Had you passed the vibe check?

-“I’ll leave you to your paper.” He nodded to your laptop but as he walked away, he pivoted back towards you on and the heel of his combat boot, “welcome to Blackheart Bakery by the way, let me know if I can get you anything.”

-Another brilliant smile is sent your way  

-“Thank you.” You had smiled back, sending a tiny wave his way

-Which in turn, made HIS heartbeat all wonky  

-You’re cute

-Like really cute

-And despite how often it may seem like his eyes are elsewhere

-They are ALWAYS on you

-Every chance he gets he is glancing your way

-Smirking to himself at how endearing you are

-Brow furrowed

-Lips pouted in concentration  

-Completely oblivious to his gaze

-He has to remind himself to look away  

-He doesn’t want to be a creep

-“Creepy men deserved to get kicked in the teeth...”

-He’s said this to you before when another patron had made you uncomfortable

-Jungkook kicked him out immediately  

-“If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to kick you in the teeth. One, because I can’t compromise my personal philosophy and two because you’re making my favorite customer uncomfortable.”

-Oh look there goes your heartbeat again

-WONKY

-The guy leaves in an angry rush, flipping Jungkook off in the process

-Saying something about leaving a bad Yelp review  

-He doesn’t care tho

-He definitely doesn’t want to be a creep

-You’re just so  

-Pretty

-Ugh

-He rolls his eyes at himself behind the espresso bar

-The latte in front of him neglected  

-In need of a bit of foam

-“Focus Jeon, she’s just a chick...”

No wait

-“She’s just a woman. A woman who I respect, like I respect all women...”

-He’s been watching a lot of feminist theory on YouTube

-He likes staying educated  

-And also fuck the patriarchy

-The man waiting for his drink has arched a brow at this point, wondering if his barista has lost his mind

-“Uhhh medium...” he checks the cup for his awful hand writing, “ghostly toasted marshmallow latte!”

-“Thanks.” The guy mutters, throwing a judging look Jungkook's way  

-He gives him a lazy salute as the guy struts away with a briefcase in tow

-“Thaaanks.” Jungkook mocks him, his face scrunching up in annoyance  

-Stupid man

-With his stupid briefcase  

-As Jungkook is pulling out a batch of cream cheese frosting stuffed pumpkin muffins  

-Or as Jungkook calls them

-PUNK-in Muffins

-Movement at the counter catches his eye

-is that

-”oh shit...” He grunts, hastily wiping his hands on his apron and rushing over to the counter

-normally he would meander

-stroll

-or even slump to greet any new guests at this hour

-and by this hour

-he means 45 minutes before closing

-Jungkook’s bakery is open til midnight on weeknights

-9pm on Sundays

-and 3am on Saturdays (for the culture of course, gotta keep it spooky)

-tonight happens to be a Friday night and the person awaiting his assistance is

-you

-”You’re still here?” He gawks, the black polish on his nails glimmering as he punches in a few keys on the register

-You offer him a tired and slightly amused smile, “No. Y/N died around 4:30, you’re speaking to her ghost. Please leave your message after the tone.”

-Jungkook cracks a smile, his palms resting on flat on the counter, “Do ghosts check their voicemails?”

-“Oh of course not but, I will be checking yours because you have access to caffeine.”

-Jungkook laughs

-no...he giggles  

-and it’s fucking cute

-but you digress

-“I feel like I should cut you off...this is your 4th latte; I’m pretty sure you’re 80% caffeine at this point...”

-“Noooo, don’t do that.” You whine slumping against the counter, “I just need to finish this one page...”

-He quirks a brow as he scribbles something on your cup, unimpressed with your statement, “You said that three hours ago. I’ll make you another one but I’m not putting an extra shot in.”

-Your face turns up in protest but he click his tongue against his teeth , shaking a manicured finger at you

-“Ah ah- nope. I don’t want to hear it. You either take that or I’m making you a hot chocolate and shutting the buildings power off.”

-With a dramatic sigh, you concede

-“Ugh fine. Here-” You go to hand him your debit card but he shakes his head

-“Put that away.”

-You want to protest but given the fact that he’s made the rules thus far during this interaction, you doubt you’d be able to stop him.

-A smile appears on your face then, appreciative of his generosity

-“Thank you.”

-He merely grins, waving you off before rolling up the sleeves of his black Blink 182 shirt

-as soon as his tattoos are out

-all the moisture leaves your mouth

-you try your hardest not to stare at him

-expertly, he eases the espresso shots into the milk, tongue poking between his lips in concentration

-and you

-being sleep-deprived

-and a little loopy

-decide to  

-flirt????????

-if you could even call it that

-which you could but you shouldn’t

-“For the record, when I finally dig my way out of this of mountain of death I’m stuck in, I will definitely take you up on that hot chocolate...”

-Jungkook’s brow quirks at the tone of your voice, his hands suddenly itching with nerves

-was that

-was that flirty?

-should he flirt back?

-“My hot chocolate is legendary. You won’t be disappointed.” His lips display a small grin as he places the lid atop your finished latte, “Also mountain of death is a great name and I WILL be stealing it.”

-You giggle

-again

-“and I WILL be suing you for copyright.”

-He laughs now, wiping up the bit of milk he spilled

-the sinewy muscles in his forearm tensing and untensing

“Good luck getting me to show up to court.”

-and that’s kinda how it was between you and Jungkook

-for like six months

-it was a little bit flirty but never anything to push either over you over the edge.

-and speaking of being on edge

-recently, you had gone from vacationing in your timeshare on the edge

-to signing a 35 year mortgage contract  

-4 bedrooms

-2.5 bathrooms

-of pure

-unrelenting

-stress

-you could feel it in the middle of your back

-shoving itself up between your shoulder blades

-your body seemed to ache with it

-the worst part being

-it was Halloween

-You should be out with your friends, having fun

-wearing itchy costumes and drinking sugary drinks

-but instead, your headed towards the bakery to work

-Jungkook was behind the counter, smiling happily at a family dressed like the cast of scooby doo

-from what you could see he was wearing a skeleton onesie

-his jet black hair tousled perfectly above his head

-he looked adorable

-(and hot)

-He notices you instantly, his face turning up in surprise

-you offer up a small wave and head over to your table

-you know he’s going to say something about you being there but

-you don’t really have much of a choice

-this work has to be done

-it takes him a second to spot you but when he does

-he seems to perk up

-his smile brightening as he looks back towards his customer

-as you’re setting everything up, you feel a presence (not the spooky kind) at the end of your table

-it’s Jungkook and he has your regular order in one hand, along with something wrapped in skeleton-patterned parchment paper

-“I know, I know.” You acknowledge before he’s even able to chide you for being here

-He smirks “What are you doing studying on the holiest day of the year??”

-You giggle

-“The holiest day of the year huh?”

-“Of course. Halloween is the one night a year that the homies can dress like total -sluts and no one can say anything about it.”

-This makes you giggle again

-“And you went with slutty skeleton huh? I love it- it’s like as naked as you can possibly get.”

-He chuckles, gesturing to his costume

-His floppy black hair getting in his face

-“Damn right baby.”

-The way he grins tells you the pet name is a joke

-But the deepening of his voice gets to you anyway

-“Thank you for this. I promise I’ll get out of your hair early tonight.”

-“The only thing I’m worried about getting out of my hair is this white spray paint. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

-He’s put a streak of white spray paint in his raven locks

-Why? You’re not certain

-Does it look good on him, like everything else does?

-Absolutely

-Its been a few hours since your night of studying began

-Jungkook’s dropped off two free lattes since you’ve arrived  

-As well as a slice of his ‘I write cinnamon not tragedies’ bread

-Which was equally hilarious and delicious

-You caught him glancing over at your table a few times but you didn’t think anything of it

-He’s probably just checking to make sure that no one needs your table

-His bakery is packed most nights but Halloween is a special night at Blackheart Bakery

-He has a trick or treat counter set up with free (homemade) candy

-A photo op complete with a fake haunted house backdrop

-A Halloween playlist

-And a bunch of discounts on his signature lattes and food

-you watch him amongst the chaos

-He is completely unfazed

-He seems elated at the amount of customers he has

-he grins and laughs at something a man dressed like Thor says at his counter

-he seems entirely in his element

-you realize that the denial tactics you’ve been trying out haven’t been working

-because this floppy haired, tattooed, slutty skeleton/baker kind of has a hold on your heart

-you’ve been friends for a long time now

-he always makes sure you’re taken care of

-he always asks if you’re ok

-he always gives you this little grin

-it feels like a secret sometimes

-but maybe it’s been his way of letting you know where he stands

-he’s been bringing you lattes and pastries for months now

-he never charges you full-price

-he always reminds you not to work too hard

-he

-fuck

-he likes you doesn’t he?

-you look back over at the counter to see him bending over and handing a skeleton cookie to a little girl dressed like Captain Marvel

-he laughs at something she says

-his eyes focused entirely on her and whatever she seems to be proclaiming to him  

-your heart goes wonky again

-alright

-enough is enough

-you’re doing this  

-Jungkook’s done so much of the work thus far

-it’s time for you to seal the deal

-and if he rejects you, well…

-you can just crawl into a hole and never come out again

-easy peasy

-You can feel his eyes on you as you get up to take your place in line

-luckily there isn’t anyone else behind you

-rejection with an audience would certainly be worse

-Jungkook has his witty comment ready for you as you approach the register

-“I know for a fact you haven’t finished your third latte and I’m not making you another one until-“

-“I’m not here for another latte.” You laugh, trying to ignore the thrashing of your heartbeat

-“No? Well, are you finally going to try my Welcome to the Blackened Chicken Parade Burger then? I’ve been asking you for like three weeks…”

-god he’s fucking cute

-“I’m here to ask you out.”

-Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop

-“You’re here to…”

-He repeats the first part of your response as his he didn’t hear you

-his black fingernails anxiously tapping against the countertop

-“I’m here to ask you out- on a date.”

-Jungkooks face seems to go through various stages of confusion before a shy smirk presents itself on his pretty mouth

-“Me? You’re asking me-“ He places a hand on his chest, “-out on a date?”

-“Yes!” You laugh, slapping the counter a bit too hard, your nerves getting the best of you, “Are you down?”

-He shakes his head but his answer contradicts his movements

-“So down, beyond down. There is no one on Earth who is more DOWN than I am. Yes. My answer is yes. 50000% yes.”

-you can’t help the smile on your lips

-“great. So are you free next Friday then?”

-He grins with his teeth this time, nodding emphatically  

-“Consider the shop closed.”

-and so it was

-you returned to your table moments later  

-feeling on top of the world

-you did it

-you asked Jungkook out

-and he said yes

-and now you

-NOW YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JUNGKOOK

-LOOK AT YOU GO

-TAKING CHARGE

-you try your best to engage with your studies but with Jungkook on your mind

-its really hard

-roughly two hours later, things at the bakery have finally started to slow down

-“Hey uh- Y/N?”

-Jungkook's voice that pulls you out of your studying trance

-he’s standing at the entrance of his back room, waving you over with his hand

-and who are you to deny him?

-you make your way over there, annoyed at the instant increase in your heartrate

-he stands awkwardly to the side and gestures to the boxes on the metal rack

-“I just remembered that I’ve never given you a tour of the place. I give all my regulars a tour of the stockroom and my office and uh-”

-he cuts himself off and clumsily cups your cheek

-he pulls you into a kiss

-a really good kiss

-his lips are so warm

-he smells like cinnamon

-you could literally die happy

-The ridiculous nature of his first attempt to kiss you, makes you giggle into his mouth

-you feel him smile, his hands smushing your cheeks together as he pulls away

-“Ok I lied. There is no tour. I’ve just been watching you focus on your computer for the last two hours and you’re just really fucking cute and-”

-this time, it’s you who cuts him off

-“You better give me an actual tour next time. How else am I going to steal your secret recipes?”

-he scoffs in mock offense

-“Ah ha! So that’s the only reason you asked me out huh? Should I be calling you Plankton instead of Y/N? Ew no wait- that would make me Mr. Krabs and he’s a dirty capitalist...”

-You laugh, “Oooh good point. Guess you’ll just have to be Karen, my computer wife.”

-This makes him laugh now and the sound warms your soul

-“I could live with that- I like your last name better anyways.”

-with another kiss, your adventure with the emo baker of your dreams begins

-It may have been Halloween but it sure felt like Christmas to you

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

health update

because i was so busy Being Sick and also Recovering From Being Sick that i didn’t realize until i checked just now that i haven’t said...anything? i’ve chatted with friends and liveblogged the sandman, lol, but i never mentioned that i lost my sense of smell and taste (and that led to me eating as little as possible this whole time, because foods being Texture Only is literally my worst nightmare it turns out--i actually thought it might not bother me so i learned quite a bit from that and have thoughts), or that i started getting better pretty quickly after going on paxlovid,

but at 3am today, i took my last dose of it. i also slept yesterday from around 5pm to 9pm (when i had to wake myself with an alarm so i wouldn’t sleep through the regular nightly feeding of the cats outside), then went back to bed after that until the 3am meds time and ended up sleeping in until almost 10. it was honestly the first night since i got covid where i was able to sleep until i felt rested, like i usually benefit from when i’m sick. having chest congestion and a cough, plus set times for meds taking and cat feeding, meant i was instead sleeping in patches and often sitting up.

so i’ve been tossing additional decongestant and chest congestion meds at my symptoms, too, in the hopes that it will speed the recovery of my lost senses. i read that scientists learned that covid uses the upper sinus area as a helpful pathway to spread, and that makes the area swell, which contributes to the loss of function. so my strategy has been to try and keep ‘healing’ it with drugs and rest but also to follow the tips from the doctors who treat long-term patients who still can’t smell after 6 months. sensory exposure, basically, and ‘testing’ my nose. 

two days ago, i started to think maybe i was smelling things again...but only in a couple of cases, and i wasn’t sure i was doing more than remembering what they should smell like. yesterday i knew i was smelling those couple of things, but still not more--and i thought i might be able to taste exactly one thing. today i can taste that thing, i can sort of taste hints of other things, and i can smell hints of other things too. gosh, i’m so grateful my basic ability to function may be coming back. 

my lungs still feel weak, but that and lingering congestion are my only issues now. so today i’m back on my normal routine as much as possible for the first time, with still-limited chores. (if i feel even better tomorrow, i’ll be taking the last of those back as well.) we’ve had a family visit planned for a long time that would start in a week and i was worried about being a contagion so i’m thrilled to be better, if i can only stay that way. on the other hand though i also have important big chores to get done before family arrives, which are really only possible if i keep improving, so getting back to my routine is a good test.

[fishfarmfrankie]

Bakugou with a Noctural s/o

A/N: I'm a sleep addict who attempts to nap every spare second I get at school and I was just thinking about who cute it would be for Bakugou to have a s/o who’s kinda like Aizawa where she carries around a mini pillow in her backpack and sleeps whenever she can but gets hella chaotic at night idk enjoy

T; None just humour and fluff :))

 - Of course Bakugou is your complete opposite when it comes to sleep schedules, him favouring waking up early and getting the most out of the day, you always seeming to get to school late and sleeping in class every chance you get.

- Bakugou's eyes are naturally always attracted to you as much as he hates to admit that, but when you're sleeping, he's free to lovingly gaze at his s/o as long as he wants -- as long as no one else notices.

- Everyone notices.

- Honestly he's probably just looking at your soft features thinking about how much he wants to just give you head pats and cuddles bc you look so cute and cosy but also PDA :(

-He also becomes very protective of you, (not that he wasn't already your personal body guard but like-)

- If anyone comes a metre within your desk as you're sleeping he'll either- a. Angrily glare at them while motioning to your sleeping figure to them or b. yell at them to fuck off and leave you alone, which for some reason never wakes you up?

- The bakusquad tried to prank you while you were sleeping in class once. Big mistake.

- But sometimes you push it too far, daring to pull out your pillow during a hero training session.

-Bakugou confiscated your pillow for two days >:(

-Bakugou also had to change his training schedule so that he does his workouts at 7pm so he could train with you

- Correction: He willingly started going to the dorm's gym at 7pm knowing that that's usually the time you're in there training too.

- It never fails to amaze him how much more energetic you get at night though, you seemed to be exhausted all throughout the day yet from every hour past 9pm it's like you've been hit with a fresh bus of caffeine.  

- Crackhead type shit, you'll amble over to Bakugou's dorm and just nap on his bed while he's studying and get yelled at for not doing your work. Then come tomorrow and you not only did all the homework but took extra notes too. HOW? WHEN-?

- Let's just you're most productive between the hours of 11pm-3am

- Its more often than not that you're going over to his dorm for sleepovers, his presence and warm cuddles being able to even lull you to sleep. But one night he made the mistake of spending the night in your dorm room. Notice how I said one night

-That's the night he learnt of the chaos that ensued every night that he was previously sheltered from.

"Dumbasss"

Bakugou groaned for what felt like the hundredth time.

The first time was at 10:33pm, you had started singing lyrics to a song while studying, usually Katsuki loved your singing, but he could tell you weren't singing in your real lilted sweet singing voice, you were singing like you were a sixty year old fucking filthy frank who’d spent their entire life chain smoking.

"Oh shit sorry I forgot you were here."

The second time was when the sound subtle sound of metal scraping against metal. It was 12pm. As first it was fine, not that bothering. But it just didn't seem to stop. When he opened his eyes he was met with the sight of his stupid fucking s/o colour coordinating their closet while being dressed in what looked like an Attack on titan cosplay with makeup that looked way too realistic. Bakugou's drowsy eyes gave away everything he wanted to say.

"Sorry suki, I'm having a mini photoshoot but I don't want people going off at me for having a messy closet. I'll be more quiet just go back to sleep baby."

He awoke for the third time when he started to hear loud ass banging noises to a sudden crash, his eyes snapped open as his body awoke; scared that there was some sort of villain attack going on. Instead he was met with you, cringing away at the loud noise, while glaring down at your now toppled over desk chair. He noticed too that your desk and bedside table had been moved to the opposite side of the room too.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DUMBASS?"

"I thought I'd rearrange my bedroom, do you think you could stand up for a minute- actually I'll just carry the bed with you on it its fine."

"YOU'RE NOT MOVING THE BED AT FUCKING 2AM COME HERE AND GET THE FUCK TO SLEEP!!"

"But, I'm not tired-"

"I̸̡͍͇̗͎͉̺̙̭̹̫̙͎̐̀͐̔̌̕̕͘͝ ̴̡̱̲̭͕̮̣̦̩̘̟̹̊́͜͠s̷̛̜̫̈̈̈͐͒͐̍̕͘̚͘͝͠w̴̧̛̪̮̼͔̩̘͙̺͍͖̓̈̒̀̄̓͋̐̒̇͒̚͠ȩ̵̢̳̫̠͖͕̩̮̲̣̞̟̇̀̊̾̄̈́̃̿̔͝͝ä̷̳̺̲̰͙̭̠͓͚́͘r̴̳͒́̒ ̴̛̹̬̗͕̏̓̒̀t̸̛̞̝̻͚̲̣̥͕̟͎̪͕͍̗̮͐̎͑̂́̔̽̑̍̍̋͘͠ǫ̸̤̻̱̯̤̰͕̖̪̻̬̰̽̾͝ ̸̧̦̓͗̆̀͌̃̚f̸̧̧̤̫̫͓̟͖͍̳̿̆̇̀͋̉̐̈́̾̐̒͛̂̋u̷̹̞̬̭̝͓̹̮̝͒͗́̌̔̂c̷̮̻̙̟̭̠̈̅͑̀̋̋͑̆̈́̓̑ḵ̴̰̦͌͒̕͜i̶̡̫͈̰͈͖͇̭͍͑̌̈́͂͛̀̿͒̑̐̋͗̕͠͠ń̵͚̮̟͙͈͈̼̠̭̗͎͋͑̽͆̑͛̆́̚g̸̦̪̩̟͍̞̜͖̰̘̥͓̦̔̄̍̃̓̎͝͝ͅͅ ̷͍͙̻̫̹̮̩͕͔̽̋̉̀͆̿̔̄́̊̇̐͘͘͜ͅg̴̡̞͐o̷̧̢̖̜̮̲̫̹̙͚̹̯̩͋̒̿̑̚͜͠͠ͅd̶̤̖͎̣̰͔̜͋ ̸̛̘̮̩̪͖̐̈̇̑̀̅y̸̢̛̰͎̯͇̮͓̍̊͂̈́̈́̈́̚̚͝͠ơ̴̯̓̀̈́͠ů̷̥̦̭̖̗͎̮̦͖̖̯̭̩̃̆͌'̷̘͈̘̼͇̬͚̺͕̬͚̙̩͇͗̔̽́͆͝ĺ̴̨̢̟͉̳̰͈͉̞̃͗̓̒̎̚̚͜ĺ̴̨͉̤̦͖͔̩̱̭̱̙̮͑̉͒̇͆ ̴̛͓͍̾́̂̆̈́̑̆̈́́̆ḇ̷̗̥͇̮͎̀̿̿̊́̍́̈́͜e̷̹̞̤̦͙̺̖̭̺̯̫͚̝͈̻̎ ̸̢̛̗̪̭̺̦͇̘͚̙̆͂̂͆̔̂̅̕͜d̸̢̺̜͇̲̤͍̲̋̅̽̈́͊͗͗̌̓̄̐̿͘̕͘e̷̙͕͈̅͑a̵̢͕͔͚̙̞̖̜̦͒͐̄̔̅̆̂̀̀̆͛̋̕d̴̢͔̯͍̖͙̿͌͗̚͜ ̵̥͛̋͒̓̊̾͒̾̊͗̕͝ẅ̴̢̡͙̤̻̱͙̖̰͖̙̰͇͇̔ï̴͖͎͎̬̱͔̼̖̜̰̣̠͍̈́͆͝t̷̨̡̛̙͔̦͙̗͈͓̺̻̥̪̣͎͐̌͆̅͂͊̎ḩ̵̮̭̮̱͂͌̈́͠ͅį̴̨̦̦̳̤̝̘̹̻̺͇̙͍̤͆̊̎̀̉͋͂̚n̵͈͍̩̤̫̩͋ ̶̢̢̧̡̹͖̬̭̘̾ͅṭ̶̨̡̛͓̦̰͓͖͇͙̅́͆̓ͅh̸̹̜̰̮͖̼̽̋̑͋ē̵͖͆̎͑͆̒̄̓̉̓̓ ̸̢̹̼͕͈̎̍͂̈́͐͐̀̀́͛͝n̴̰͔̻͕͙͉̝̘͒̓̾̀̐̐̓̒ͅe̴̙̔͊̀͆̉͐̈́̈́͌͝x̷̨̧̨̣͓͈͖̞̌͒̍̎̔̈́͜͜͜t̴̡̡̪̭̠̩̟͇̲̬̼͆͒̎̀͠ͅͅͅ ̵̳̭͕̱̼͖̗̼͑͂̍͗̓̆̃̂̉̕ẗ̸̢̻͈́̑̊́͠ḩ̵͎͚̓͆̊̈́͛i̴̧̧͇͓͇̯̳̞͉̤̩̥͆̈͗͘r̸̛͖̂t̶̢̝̖̤͔̣̬́̃̑̍̅̈́̋̔̉̋̋͠y̶̧̙̫̭̳̝̙̪̟͕̳͕͛̋̄͑̓̏̀̆̔̓̌͗̏̌ ̸̡̡̖̯̣̝͍̫̲̱̬̻̇́̂̓͆̃s̸̛̬͕̮̙̗̺̖̩̝̥̅̿̔͌̐̂͋͑̈́̀̚͝ͅe̴̮͔̽̂͐̆̍̒̀͐̓́ç̷̛̗̗̥͔̣̫͍̗͎̺̹̰͊̈́̅͊̆͂͒̅̕͜͜͠o̵̯̲̮͈̥̤̺̙̤̼̽̿̈́̽͑̓̋̌̑̈́́̕̕n̷̤̲͎̞̰̦̟̖͕̣̆́͘͜d̵̢̛̮̯͐̽͊͐͠ş̵̲̼̯̦̈́͑̌̈́̄̊͘ ̵̟̬͈͉̖̼̩́̈̏̽́͐̓̽̔̕̕͘͝ĩ̷̤̤̼̑̃̋͊̓̋̇́��f̴͎͊͛̓ ̷̗̥̉̆̄y̸̠͖̝̖͍̣̞͖̱̟̾́̓̿̐̍̎̐̈́͗̚͜o̴̳̼͉̪̙̓̄̔̾̌̒̄̈́̆̔͌ư̸̻͉̹͉͈͈̲̋̂͒̀̔͂̃̾̓͌̕̚͜ ̵̧̛̘͇̭͎̦̖̠͍̝́̈́͌̆̐̑d̶̠̺͉͕̫̯̼̘̣̳̐͂̋͆͂͜ö̸̧͇͉̭͓̜̮̬̻̼̫͍̦͍́͛̐̿̾̂̄̍̈̐̀͆̕͠n̸̪̥̥̹̰̰͙̽͆͗͋̈́͆͌̌͂̊͐̚͘'̷̨̨̢̡̠͎̤̺̻̳͇̰̯̼͗̏̈́ͅt̷̢̛̛̹͔̺͔͗͗̑̎̆̇̂̕ ̴̧̛̝̹̣̯͙͔͍̥͕͔̗̣̀̔̐̂̃͌̽̄̚͜͝ͅḻ̵̛̈́͛̔̀̿́͑̕͠ą̷͎̐̋y̸̡̺̲̟͙̝͂̈͐͌͆̀̽̓̎̃̀͘͘͝ ̵̤͕̰͎̭̰̩̰̾̈́̌̾̋̔̽̚͜͜͝d̸̡͎͈̺͆͛͐̍͛́̊͊͆͐͌́̿̕͠o̴͕̳̻̼̝͍͎̅͆̀́̈́͋̑̌́̓̆͋̕͝w̶͓͚̙͚̯̲̬̔̈́͗̀̂̿̌̉̌͛̈́̄̒͝n̷̡͕̟͖̳̰͖͈̥̞̻̤̋̔̉̏̕ ̴̨̧̢̪͚̳̻͉̫̲͕̺̺̍̂̌͊̕͜ŕ̸͇̳̝̗͍̜̤͈̻̯͖̻̦̩̓i̴̡͕͕̠̰̾̔̽̅́̈́̎̓͋͝ģ̸̢̢̣̮̮͖̳̖̯͖̝̥̠̽͛̂͐̈́̃̕h̸̜̖̲͉̪̲̀̓̂̓̆́̈̃̇̕̕t̶̯̦͔̩͆̆͆̾̔͌̾̈̎͝ ̸̮͚̙̬̏̽t̶̨̧̨̗̲͖̟͈͔͎̝̥̹̮͚̏̓̏̃̉͐̉̓̅͋̇̏͝͝h̶͔̍͆͆͌͠͝͝ē̶̺̙͓͙̘͎̩͔̻̈́͆̄͊̒͂̿̉̈́͋͐̈́͝ ̵̢̡̟͚̗͙̬͎̜̈̀̍͋͌̽̐̒͊̽͜ͅͅf̸̱̘͆ǔ̷̲͖̮̳̮͊̊̐̇̃̎̚͠ċ̷̨̢̯͍͉͛̍̋́̚͜ķ̵̧̛̻̩͇̰̮̾͗̓̐̔̍̋̐̽̂̓͂͜͠ ̸̛̛͙̮͉͓̼̟̩̘̥̟̒͂͜͝n̸̥̹̪̒̍͒̈́̌̍͛̏̐͗̾̋͒́͝ö̶͕͇̠͓͇́̓̈́̍͗w̵̔͑̓͋̓̿̃̍͘

"(°ー°〃) yes dear"

he learns the only way to get you to actually sleep at night is to just smother you so you can't move, but like in a comfortable way.

[awanderingdeal]

Never too late - 1-3

There were so many things Regulus wanted to do as child that his parents wouldn’t allow, but Leo is adamant that it is never too late to do those things. They make a list of ten things Regulus wants to do before he decides what his next step in life was going to be, because he refuses to grow up before he even got a chance to be young. 

Disclaimer: Of course you don’t have to have do any of things to have a happy and fulfilled childhood, but Regulus didn’t not get to do them because he had other interests or because he didn’t have the means (and usually, if that is the case, parents will ensure their child have other fun memories). It was a case of having controlling parents, who thought the only important things were school and hockey and there was no reason to have fun outside of those things. He watched his friends having experiences and he didn’t get choose in whether he wanted to participate or not. 

CW: mentions of toxic parenting and frequent mentions of food.

Please message me if you feel anything needs to be added to the content warnings.

Rating:T 

Credit for the sweater universe and the characters within it go to @lumosinlove. What a hero.

P.S. I was getting increasingly inebriated as I wrote this and I haven’t read it over so sorry for any errors. I will probably edit tomorrow!

“What do you mean you’ve never had a sleepover?” Leo exclaimed, tea sloshing over the side of his mug with the force that he set it down on the table. “Not even with your cousins?”

“Not even with our cousins,” Regulus shrugged. “Maybe when I was really small? Mother and Father weren’t keen on letting us out of their sight much.” 

“Yeah, that's fucked up,” Leo said resolutely. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was to have his parents, and conversations with Regulus often made him want to call and tell them how much he loved them. 

“I’m starting to recognise that now,” Regulus hummed quietly, giving Leo a shy look. “Guess I should be grateful to Uncle Alphard for the trust fund. At least I’ll be able to pay for the lifetime of therapy I’m going to require.”

“You and Sirius should milk the media by doing increasingly ridiculous interviews for exorbitant fees,” Leo laughed, looking around the kitchen. “Do you have any cookies in this house?”

“Merde, your stomach is bottomless. We just had lunch!” Regulus rolled his eyes, but waved in the direction of one of the cupboards. 

“I’m a growing boy,” Leo defended, pushing his chair back to source the cookies. “Besides, I’m going to need the energy if we’re going to plan your ‘Regulus had a sucky childhood and this must be rectified list’,” he said, his words muffled due to the fact his head was half-way into the cupboard as he rummaged around for a worthy snack. Moments later, Leo emerged with a triumphant smile and his fingers clasped around a packet of Nutter Butter cookies.

“First of all, what the fuck?” Regulus scoffed, taking a long sip of his coffee. “Secondly, really?” he raised an eyebrow. 

“Admittedly, the name is a work in progress,” Leo sat back down, schooling his features into something he hoped looked indignant. “And, I have a brand to maintain,” he continued, biting into the cookie with an overly loud crunch. 

And that was how Leo and Regulus ended up spending an entire afternoon curating the perfect list of things Regulus wanted to experience before he decided his next step in life. 

1) Have a sleepover! Build a fort, play video games, eat all the snacks, stay up all night and have a pillow fight! 

“Babe, sleepovers are supposed to be fun, not meticulously planned military operations,” Finn teased, peering over Leo’s shoulder to look at the schedule on the laptop screen. 

“There is a lot of enjoyment to be found in structure!” Leo argued, tilting his head back to pout at Finn. “I don’t want to forget anything. I just want Reg to have a good time,” he sighed.

“Sweetheart it’s gonna be fine,” Finn reassured, pecking a kiss on Leo’s lips. “You’ve got pizza, you’ve got Mario Kart, you’ve got -” Finn leaned forward to squint at the screen, “building a blanket fort. Hey, I wanna come to this sleepover! You’re gonna have a great time.” 

Leo smiled up at Finn, his boyfriend had a seemingly infinite ability to make him feel better. 

***

 “Bye! Have fun!” Finn yelled.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Logan added, and then the door slammed. 

Leo reached out to grab his cell off the coffee table before wriggling excitedly in his seat, “Okay! Let the sleepover begin. What pizza do you want?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but his reply betrayed his enthusiasm, “I’ll have an extra large half and half please. One side with ham and pineapple and the other with pepperoni, green peppers, grilled onions, black olives, mushrooms, sausage and extra mozzarella. Oh, and a side of wedges, please.”

Leo spluttered, “Reg!”

“Hey, don’t judge. Your order will be just as big,” Regulus frowned.

“Please,” Leo scoffed. “I live with Finn and Logan. You could order five pizzas and I wouldn’t be phased. No, I am scandalised by your topping choices. Pineapple!” Leo gesticulated his arms widely, “I thought you were better than that. I am seriously re-considering this friendship.” 

“Wow, you really are picking up on Finn’s dramatics,” Regulus laughed.

Leo huffed as he tapped at his phone, “Pineapple on pizza is a very serious matter, thank you very much. Since this is your sleepover, I have ordered the abomination. Consider this a one time pass.” 

“I am honoured.” Regulus drawled, playing up the posh notes of his accents. 

“So you should be,” Leo said, grabbing the cushion from behind him and throwing it at Regulus. 

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it.” Regulus smirked, grasping the cushion that had been thrown at him, as well as the one stuffed behind him. 

“Noooooo!” Leo shrieked. “Pillow fights are not on the plan until -” his words interrupted by a cushion hitting him square in the face. “- 9pm.”

“Oh dear, we can’t mess with your painstakingly designed plan.” Regulus teased, leaning forward to pick up the printed schedule that Leo had shown him earlier. “I believe we are at, 19.30 - play Mario Kart whilst waiting for pizza.”

***

“So, did you boys have fun?” Sirius asked,  as he placed a cup of coffee in front of Regulus, and then Leo. He sounded exactly like Leo’s mother and it was creeping him out. 

“Why are you here?” Regulus grumbled, resting his head against his arms. He titled it to the side and cracked one eye open. 

“Thank you for the coffee, Sirius. You’re the best big brother, Sirius,” Sirius did an uncanny imitation of Regulus’ voice. “We were in the neighbourhood and figured we’d pick you up instead of you getting a taxi back.”

Regulus made another noise that sounded somewhat like a thank you. 

“Did you guys sleep at all last night?” Remus laughed.

“A little bit,” Leo mumbled, staring into his coffee. He wanted it to magically make its way into his stomach without him having to make the effort of lifting it. 

“An hour maybe?” Regulus added. 

Logan snorted as he wandered into the kitchen, “We came in at 3am and they were fast asleep on the couch. We have photo evidence.” 

“And Leo was doing his “I’m having sweet dreams’ snore so I doubt they had only just fallen asleep,” Finn added, following behind Logan.

“I do not have a ‘I’m having sweet dreams’ snore,” Leo said, the tips of his cheeks turning pink. 

Regulus laughed, sitting up-right and swallowing a huge gulp of coffee. 

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” Logan began, pouring coffee beans into the espresso machine. “You were drooling.” 

2) Master that chore list! Learn to cook! It’s a bore, but you’ll thank me later.

“This is an excellent idea,” Remus said, “Perhaps now I will stop being woken up by the sound of the fire alarm.” 

“That was one time!” Regulus protested, shoving Remus in the shoulder. “Leave. I have lessons to learn.”

“Try not to burn the kitchen down!” Sirius sang, as he left the kitchen, his arms piled with snacks. 

“You cannot talk, Sirius Black,” Remus laughed. “And don’t you think that is a bit excessive. We’re going to order take-out in two hours anyway.”

***

“Regulus! Your hand,” Leo shouted when he saw the flames. 

“What?” Regulus asked, but then he looked down and saw the edge of the oven mitt he was wearing were alight. He must have had them too close to hob. Leo noticed the panic in eyes and grabbed the end of the mitt that wasn’t on fire and chucked it into the sink, turning the tap on to smother the flames. 

“Okay,” Leo said, “Maybe we should start with something easier. Let’s try the washing machine.”

Regulus whined, “The washing machine scares me.”

“How does the washing machine scare you?” Leo asked, trying his best to hold in the laugh. 

“It’s scary!” Regulus reiterated. “You put stuff in there and they come out tiny or pink or covered in tissue.”

Leo blinked multiple times, registering the words and then he couldn’t hold in the laughter any longer. “Well, those things should only happen if you do it wrong. Pro tip, number one, don’t put tissues in the washing machine,” he said once he had recovered. “Come on, I’ll show you. It’s really not that scary and I’ll teach you how to sort things properly but really I chuck stuff in together all the time and nothing ever turns pink.” 

***

“Regulus. Leo,” Remus called, leaning in the doorway to the lounge. Leo paused the movie they were watching before turning to look at him. “Is there a reason that all our bedding is pink?”

Leo and Regulus shared a sheepish look. 

“No idea, sorry,” Leo said.

“It was Leo’s fault! He said nothing ever turned pink,” Regulus blurted out, shoving his hand over his mouth as soon as the words left it. 

“Never take up a career in espionage,” Leo scoffed, throwing the skittle he conveniently had in his hand at Regulus. 

“And I suppose you had something to do with the glove in the kitchen sink?” Remus chuckled. 

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that,” Leo said, giving Remus his most charming smile. “I’ll buy a new pair.”

3) Go to your first concert, it’ll be a night to remember

Leo had managed to drag half the team into his mission to get tickets to see Fall Out Boy in a couple of months time. It was a band both he and Regulus loved, and Leo had always wanted to see them when he was younger but it never seemed to work out.  

Between them they had twelve laptops that they were constantly refreshing, waiting for the box office to open. 

“Yes! I’m in,” Thomas shouted, wiggling around in  a celebratory dance. “Waiting time is 27 minutes.” A few seconds later, James was chanting about his access. 

“No suh! My wait time is 35 minutes. How is that possible, I was only a few seconds behind Talker,” James griped. 

“It’s a cruel cruel game,” Ollie nodded solemnly. 

In the end, they did manage to get tickets for everybody that wanted them, even if Leo had lost the will to live by the time he had kicked everybody out of their apartment. 

***

Leo noticed that Regulus was sticking pretty close to him as they walked through the halls of the arena, a sign that he was nervous. “Hey, you doing okay?” Leo asked, bumping his shoulder against Regulus’.

“Yeah,” Regulus breathed. “It’s just...a lot,”  he gestured to the crowds of people around him. They had tried to get there early to ease Regulus into things, but between Talker and Noelle running later, and Finn having an absolute meltdown because he couldn’t find his old tour t-shirt, it was already starting to get quite busy. 

“We can always go if it gets too much,” Leo reassured, smiling softly at Regulus. 

“You just paid all that money for the tickets, we can’t just leave,” Regulus argued. 

Leo slung his arm around Regulus, hugging him close. “Your comfort is worth far more than the price of a concert ticket, Reggie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Regulus moaned, but Leo felt him sink into the hug. Their tranquil moment was ruined by Finn who decided it was the perfect moment to burst into a rendition of Dance, Dance, and James immediately joined in. 

***

“I’m sad,” Regulus sighed, wearing one of the t-shirts he had brought at the concert. He’d been deliberating over a few when Leo had told the cashier that they’d take one of all of them. Thankfully, Regulus had learnt that to argue with Leo when he was trying to show love was futile. “Why am I sad? I just had the best night.”

“Post concert blues,” Leo commiserated, sliding a plate of pancakes across the table to Regulus. 

Logan hummed his agreement, drowning his pancakes in maple syrup, “You’ve got to spend the whole day watching the videos you took. Try and get some of the endorphins back. But really, the only thing that cures it, is booking a new concert. You’re gonna be hooked forever.” 

“Is it also normal to still be able to hear the music?” Regulus said, rubbing at his left ear, before cutting into his pancake. 

“Sure, the music is loud,” Finn answered with a chortle.“ You two blasting music until 2am in the morning probably didn’t help. It’s a good job this apartment is soundproof.” 

“Sorry,” Regulus said, looking guilty, “Did we keep you up?” Leo didn’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing he could recall was dancing around his bedroom screaming along to My songs know what you did in the dark, and then was waking up sprawled across Regulus.

“Don’t worry about,” Finn mumbled around a mouthful of food. “It was nice to see you letting go like that.”

“It would be nice if you could learn some table manners,” Logan chirped.

[someonewhowannadielol]

What is Love?

Requested by @sassysaxsolo​

Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye

Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.

WordCount: 3.6k

A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry

You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.

You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.

“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.

It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.

Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.

What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.

“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.

“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.

You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.

You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.

“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”

You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.

“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.

That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.

-

When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.

It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.

But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.

“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.

“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”

“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.

“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.

He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.

“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.

You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?

“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “

“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.

He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.

On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.

That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes.  When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.

He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.

“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.

“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,

“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.

He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.

“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.

Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.

“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”

You forgive him, like every other time.

You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.

It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.

But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.

“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.

“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.

You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.

“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.

You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.

“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.

Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.

Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.

As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.

You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.

The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.  

He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.

The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.

You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.

You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.

“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.

You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.

With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”

As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.

You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.

“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.

“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.

“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.

“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.

“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.

And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.

Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.

Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.

“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”

Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.

He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.

“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.

Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.

“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.

Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.

He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”

“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”

Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.

“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.

“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?

“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.

“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”

Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.

“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.

“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.

You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.

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okay so i’ve been obsessed with your writing like god damn, save some talent for the rest of us please 😔 but i would like to make a request 😳 headcons of tsuki, sugawara, and daichi with a s/o that sleeps very late. like 3am+ type late, so they’re always on the verge of sleeping during class and usually don’t have breakfast since they wake up last minute n all. stuff like that. thank you 😭💕

EEEEEE oh my god!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ahhh I saw this as I was leaving school and I was like trying not to cry happy tears!! Alos this was EXTREMELY self indulgent because, like, who sleeps?? hahah not me thats for sure! This was seriously so much fun so thank you for the request!

Tsukki:

I believe that Tsukki himself is quite the night owl, he will be up till 12 reading, listening to music, maybe studying but he always make sure to be in bed by 12:30

you however can lose track of time VERY VERY easily so before you and tsukki started dating you were up till 3am on a daily maybe even later on a weekend

when you both got together you had offhandedly mentioned to him that you were a bit of a night owl, this prompted him too ask how late you stay up exactly

because well… he was a night owl so you cant be that much worse than him right? WRONG

He was quite surprised on the inside that you stayed up till 3am daily, I mean how did you not fall asleep halfway through the day?

after that he started to notice how much not sleeping and staying up so late actually affected you

you would always complain about missing breakfast from sleeping in late, as well as that he noticed how you would daze out during class and not be paying attention

after that Tsukki made a promise to himself. When he went to sleep he would text or call you and tell you to go too sleep

at first you were very confused because… Tsukki? are you ok? awww you care?

You listened to him after that because he could always tell when you stayed up later… no matter how much you tried to hide it hmph

Suga:

ok so suga is NOT a night owl at all, i firmly believe that he needs, in his words, his "Beauty sleep"

and well… you aren’t exactly the fall asleep at 9pm type person. Your more the "Im going to be in bed by 9:30 tonight" but end up awake till 3 watching a how to play the harmonica video on youtube and no you don’t own a harmonica either

when you both got together sleeping schedules weren’t something mentioned so he never realised that you stayed up so late

when he did find out it was because you sent him a youtube link to a tiktok POV compilation that you somehow had ended up on at 2 in the morning

honestly a first he was annoyed because well if he doesn’t get enough sleep he looks like a walking trashcan whereas you look like an angel and its not fair

but then he realised just how tired you were during the day and decided to put an end to your late night youtube spirals

so he annoyed you… no i’m not joking i personally believe that Suga can be bitchier than Oikawa so yes he ANNOYED YOU into going to bed early

how you ask? well he started with spam messaging you at 9pm to sleep, when that didn’t seem to work he made reasons for you too get up early, like getting you up early so you could get breakfast at a cafe together

and then as a final attempt at getting you to sleep he said that he would stay up as long as you do and obviously your like "No way" because He needs his sleep

well lets just say that you now make sure to go to bed semi early so around 10:30, 11:00.

Daichi:

Daichi is in bed by 8:30pm or on big day maybe 9-9:30, sorry but thats just who he is. He needs his sleep so he can be well rested and ready for school/practice the next day

you? ah what’s wrong with a little sleep deprivation every now and then aka everyday it’s not THAT bad your just a lil tired ya know?

i honest to god feel as though that is how you two met and got together, you fell asleep in your last class of the day and Daichi had come up and woken you

you in your dazed half asleep sort of mumbled out a "sorry i didn’t get much sleep last night" whilst packing up your stuff and leaving the room rubbing your eyes

the next day in that class Daichi comes up to you as it ends you actually stayed awake this time and asked if you got better sleep last night?

you slightly confused realised that this was the same person who woke you up yesterday so you sorta of shyly jus said that you don’t get much sleep any night, thus your friendship and eventual relationship

You can not tell me that Daichi isn’t the person who would go onto your phone with permission of course and secretly set up screen time so you cant be on your phone past say 9:30 except for messages because he still wants you to be able to message him if you need him

at first you were shocked, and then you became really annoyed because, wtf, why? and you would bug him for the password (which he refuses to give you)

….it worked…. somehow this stupid screen time that your very loving boyfriend set for you worked to get you too sleep earlier and on days where you just couldn’t sleep he would be up texting you till 3 am if need be

You are extremely grateful for the day that Daichi saw his classmate sleeping in the corner of the room and decided to be nice and wake you up

Again thank you so much for requesting I loved this. If you have any request please just hop int my ask box and send away because i LOVE writing requests!!!

[nowandajenn]

Blue Christmas-Three

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: ANGST on a serious level, physical violence in the form of a vicious bitch slap, language.

Author’s Note: So about 3/4 of this chapter has been re-written. Hope you enjoy!

Time stands still for me. I’m not sure how long I actually stand there in the middle of the kitchen with Chris on his knees in front of me, desperately clinging to me and apologizing with tears running down his cheeks. It’s almost like my brain temporarily shuts down to try and process what happened before coming back online. 

When I finally gather myself, I back away from Chris, breaking his hold on me. There are tears burning in my eyes and I can feel the pizza and wine in my stomach trying to work it’s way right back up my esophagus. Chris takes a step towards me and I instantly put a trembling hand up to stop him. 

“No.”

“Honey, please.....” he tries as he takes a step closer towards me. 

“NO. Don’t.....don’t fucking come near me right now. I can’t......I can’t......” I raise my head and I look at him standing in front of me, and I feel like I’m looking at a complete stranger. My Chris would never do this to me. My Chris was my best friend and my lover and he would NEVER break my heart like this. 

Hot tears flow from my eyes unbidden, and I stifle a sob with the back of my hand. 

There are so many questions that are flying through my head, and so many things I want to say, and all I can do is stand there sobbing, holding onto the counter top for support. 

“Ray, please, baby.....” Chris says, his voice rough and thick with emotion. 

Before I even know what I’ve done, Chris is stumbling back, gasping in surprise and shock, my hand print blooming bright red against the fair skin of his cheek. 

“Don’t you fucking DARE! Do you hear me? Don’t you DARE fucking call me that right now. How could you do this? Can you tell me that? Huh?” 

There’s so much anger and sadness bubbling up out of me that I can barely breathe, not to mention the massive ache in the middle of my chest that makes me wonder if I’m having a heart attack. 

I turn around and wipe my face and try and get my breathing under control. 

It’s because you haven’t gotten pregnant.

He wants a family and you’re obviously not going to give him a baby.

He found someone younger and sexier. Someone with a better body than yours. 

He’s sick of you. Six years was the limit. It was good while it lasted, I guess.

You never really stood a chance anyway. Who were you kidding? There are millions of women that he could have his pick from, and you thought that he was just going to stick with YOU for the rest of his life. Silly rabbit. 

I look out the kitchen window at the snow coming down and blowing across our backyard, and trying to figure out the likelihood of me wrapping my car around a tree if I try and drive in this. At this point, if it’s between that or staying in the same house as my husband who just told me he cheated on me, I’m willing to take my chances with the snow. 

“You need to get away from me. Right now. I don’t want to look at your face.” I tell him, my back still turned to him. 

“Kelly....PLEASE...”

I turn around and it feels like all the energy and fight and will to live just leaves my body in a rush. 

“Chris, if you love me, and you’re truly sorry, get the fuck away from me. I’m saying this for your own personal well being. If I have to be in the same vicinity as you for another minute, one of us isn’t going to make it out alive.”

When Chris finally gets the message that I’m not going to talk OR listen to anything he has to say right now, he finally backs off and leaves the room, looking about as miserable as I feel. 

Everything I thought I knew about my life and my marriage and my husband all came crashing down tonight, and I don’t know where to even begin trying to make sense of it all. All I do know for sure is that I have to get out of here. The one place in the world where I feel absolutely safe and secure and comfortable suddenly feels like a jail cell where the walls are slowly closing in on me. 

Chris is in our bedroom when he hears my car start, and his heart jumps into his throat. With Dodger on his heels, and completely ignoring the need for a coat or boots, he runs out the front door just in time to watch me pull out of the garage and into the street without a single look back. 

The great thing about driving in a snow storm is that there aren’t many other people out on the roads, besides plows and salt trucks. The bad thing is having to put everything else out of my head except keeping laser focus on the road in front of me. Pushing the button on the steering wheel, I call my twin brother Connor.

I almost hesitate, thinking that I shouldn’t be calling so late, and I’m shocked to look at the clock on the dashboard to see that it’s only a little bit after 9pm. I could have sworn that it was so much later than that.

“Hey, I was just thinking about calling you.” he says, bypassing a greeting. 

I take a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to start again. 

“Hey, listen......I need a place to crash for a while.” I tell him. 

He hears a small waver in my voice and it’s like our weird twin bond immediately activates. 

“Are you okay?” 

I choke out a strangled laugh. 

“Not even a little bit. I’m in the car right now. I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to get to your place.”

“You’re not seriously driving in this, are you?” 

“Yeah. Listen.....I’ll tell you everything when I get there. I just....I couldn’t stay at the house.” I say. 

“Okay. Okay. You know you can stay here as long as you need. Just please, for the love of everything holy, be careful. Get off the phone with me and pay attention to the road. Drive slow.” Connor tells me. 

The drive that normally only takes about 30 minutes takes just over an hour, and by the time I pull in the driveway of Connor’s house, my knuckles are killing me from the death grip that I’ve had on the steering wheel the whole time. 

I see the porch light come on and Connor opens the door, stepping out onto the porch. I grab my small duffel bag from the back of the car and slowly make my way up to the front door. 

“Is Olivia asleep?” I ask. 

“Yeah, she’s down for the count. She’s been playing in the snow practically all day, so she was nice and worn out.” he tells me. 

The thought of my five year old niece being awake and seeing me a mess is the last thing I want. 

Connor leads me into the house and I set my coat and bag down before following him into the kitchen. 

“Is this going to be a beer conversation or a whiskey conversation?” he asks, one hand on the handle of the fridge and one hand on one of the upper cabinets. 

“Chris cheated on me.” 

He whips his head towards me so fast that I hear the bones in his neck crack. 

“Whiskey it is.” he mutters, grabbing the bottle and two glasses. 

He sits down across from me and pours me a glass. 

“Wait. You have to start from the beginning here. What the hell happened?” 

“I came home from the studio and I was sitting in front of the TV with Dodger eating dinner, and he came home and told me that he slept with someone.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense. Chris loves you. Like, he loves you so much that it’s sickening. Why the hell would he.....” Connor trails off, completely at a loss. 

“I don’t understand this.” he mutters. 

My chest feels like it’s being squeezed from the inside out and I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to stop crying. The image of Chris having sex with some nameless, faceless woman keeps playing in my mind, and I can’t get it to stop. 

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“I don’t understand this. Things were fine. We’re happy........were happy. Everything was fine. Everything was-we were good. I mean, how long has this been going on? Was this the first time? I mean-Jesus. What else is he keeping from me?” I’m rambling at a million miles and hour, hiccuping between the tears, and I’m a mess. 

A thought occurs to me and I look up at my brother. 

“This is my fault.” I whisper.

Connor’s heart breaks and he’s never wanted to punch his brother in law in the face more than he does now. 

“Listen to me right now. This is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. This is completely and totally on him.” 

“But what if......what if he did this because I can’t get pregnant? What if he’s sick of trying with me? What if he doesn’t want to be with a woman who can’t give him kids? It has to be me.” 

“Can I offer you a silver lining?” Connor asks as he pours us another drink.

“How can there possibly be a silver lining to ANY of this? Tell me.” I demand.

“I know this is going to sound shitty, and I really don’t mean it that way, but.....at least you’re not pregnant and having to go through this right now.” 

My heart clenches in my chest at the thought. 

“Cheers to that.”

By the time we hit the bottom of the bottle, it’s almost 3am and I’m well past drunk and basically a complete mess. Connor manages to get me a pillow and a blanket and watches as I pass out on the couch almost instantly.

My first thought when I open my eyes the next morning is that I feel like I’m dying. My head is throbbing, my mouth tastes like a sewer, and the sun is shining brightly into the living room. I manage to sit up on the couch, my stomach rolling and twisting. I can’t seem to cry anymore, but big dry sobs erupt from my chest as I hang my head. Everything is completely upside down and I have no idea how to get control of any of it. Any time I’ve ever been this upset and this lost, Chris has been the one to bring me back to myself and put me back together.

“Aunt Kelly!”

I internally cringe at my niece’s ear splitting enthusiasm so early in the morning, but I wipe my eyes and try and pretend that I hadn’t just been on the verge of losing my shit again only moments before. I hold my arms out for her and she climbs up on the couch with me. 

I pull her into my lap and snuggle her close, almost on the verge of tears again. 

“I missed you!” Olivia tells me. 

I stroke her light brown curls and smile. 

“I just saw you last week, bug.” I remind her. 

“That was too long ago!” she says. 

“Is Uncle Chris here? Did he come with you?” she asks, looking around for him. 

I shake my head. 

Not this time, kiddo. I just wanted to come and visit with you and your dad for a while. I’m feeling kind of sad and I wanted to be around my favorite people.” I explain. 

She seems to accept that and grabs the remote to turn the TV on. 

“Olivia, come and eat your breakfast. Let’s let Aunt K wake up a little bit. She’s not feeling too great right now.” Connor says. 

He gets her set up at the kitchen table with a plate of pancakes and comes to sit down next to me. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

“Like I want to die.” I tell him honestly. 

“Well, drinking your way to the bottom of a bottle of Jack will do that to you.” 

I lean forward on the couch and press the heels of my palms into my eyes. I have no idea what to do next. I don’t even know what to do in the next 5 minutes. Everything is completely up in the air and it’s terrifying. 

“I don’t know what to do.” I say softly. 

“Well, considering the shit ton of snow that fell last night, and the fact that you’re in no condition to be in public, let alone work, I would suggest calling Allie and telling her not to bother coming in today. Or tomorrow. I don’t think you’d be doing much business right now anyway, to be honest.” Connor tells me.

“Okay.” I agree. 

He slips his arm over my shoulders and pulls me in close to him. 

“Listen, I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. You can stay here as long as you need to. If you need to cry or vent, I’m here. If you want me to kill Chris, I’m your guy. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

When I grab my phone, I see that I have 63 missed calls from Chris and 102 text messages. I shake my head, not even ready to deal with any of that, and call Allie to let her know to stay home today and tomorrow. She asks if I’m okay because I sound like I’ve been crying, and I assure her that I’m just fine. 

Using the last of my willpower for the day, I delete all of the messages, clear my call history, and shut off my phone.

P.S. For those wondering about Kelly’s violent reaction to Chris calling her “Ray”, no you’re not missing anything. It’ll all be explained eventually.

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[say-the-name-sebongie]

Stereo Hearts

Synopsis: Silence can drive a person mad which makes radio like some sort of hero. It just takes a while to find the right station to listen to. Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader Genre: fluff, collegeAU!Jihoon Warnings: noneeee Word Count: 1.6k words a/n: pls pretend spotify doesn't exist yet and yes this was kinda inspired by radio rebel

_____ silently thanked whoever created the radio. She thought that she would go crazy from the silence of the room she was in. The fact that her roommate was always grouchy and complained that she couldn't do anything if there were any "annoying" sounds made it hard for her to study in their shared room. She couldn't complain about it because the free dorm room that came with the scholarship was more than she could as for. So that left her to study in the dorm common room, earphones plugged into her phone and its radio tuned on some old radio station nobody listened to anymore.

Unfortunately for her, the songs that played on the radio these days didn't have any essence. They were either about having sex or were just pure electronic noise if they weren't memes. None of which helped her study. Sure there were some good songs but that only came on the radio every few weeks. So she had no choice but to go back to her routine of ever maddening silence.

On her way to class one day, she saw a poster on the notification board at the school entrance about the launch of the university's first radio station.

"I didn't know the university had its own radio station," she mumbled to herself. The bell rang and she left the poster behind, taking note of the station numbers and promising herself that she would check out the newfound radio station after class. Station 5.26.

That night she calibrated her phone radio until she heard a voice crackling in her earphones.

" -again guys to Station 5.26, University Radio. I have to get out of here to give my shift over to DJ Woozi so here's Fly Me To The Moon by good old Frank Sinatra. Good night!"

Old-timey music wafted into her ears as Frank Sinatra sang. The girl smiled. Now there was some good music. She took her books out of her bag and started going through what she had learned that day.

Studying became a joy more than a job when she listened to University Radio. Her favorite segment was the one hosted by DJ Woozi, who she heard was a student in the university. She had fallen in love with his impeccable taste in music, ranging from hard rock and hip hop to orchestral music and old classics. But that wasn't the only thing she had fallen in love with.

Hearing his voice over the crackly speakers of her phone made her feel better. A day hadn't gone since discovering that radio station that she didn't listen to his segment, Simple Radio, all night. Even if it ended at 3am, she couldn't finish her day without hearing him sign off with his signature "Goodbye guys, and may the simplest things make you smile today."

He was her vitamin. And though she had never even seen him yet, one could say that she had fallen for him.

Which is why she was devastated to hear that the station would be offline for the duration of the coming school break.

Over spring break she could think of nothing but going back to school. Most students wouldn't want their days of vacation to end but _____ was itching for the new term to arrive.

After an eternity, the day classes resumed came. As she sat in the back of her father's car, she could barely hear him talk about how he had gotten an email from the university about new dorm arrangements. Her mind was off in another place, some specific radio booth to be exact. As soon as they stopped at the school gate she hurried out of the car, not even bothering to give her bewildered father a second look.

A bunch of students were crowding the notification board, blocking the entrance. When she got to the front of the crowd she saw that the dorm rooms offered by the university were shuffled, including her dorm room.

To: The Students

Re: Dorm Room Assignments

Dear Beloved Students,

The faculty has come to a decision to rearrange the existing dorm rooms from being separated by gender to a co-ed arrangement. This is to ensure that we make the most of the space that is allotted for the dormitory rooms. Posted below are the said room assignments.

Thank you for your cooperation.

_____ scanned the list until she found her name. Room 17, Building B. Under that was another name equating to the same dorm. Lee Jihoon. From an annoyingly sensitive girl to some strange guy she had never met, her dorm life was never boring.

She dragged her luggage to Building B, hurrying so she could turn on her radio again. Heaving a sigh in front of room number 17, she opened the door to reveal a room with two beds and a boy in front of his laptop on one of the desks that were pushed against the wall. He had brightly colored hair buried under a big pair of headphones, his fingers tapping on the desk as he listened to something on his laptop.

As quietly as she could, _____ snuck into the room. She must have been noisier than she thought because he turned around to face her. His surprisingly handsome features gathering in confusion before they softened into understanding.

"You're _____, right?" he said, his hand slightly hesitating whether it should hold itself out for her to shake or not. The girl smiled and nodded before shaking his hand which he finally decided to stretch out. He smiled, his starry eyes disappearing into half-moons. Maybe this guy was better than her last dormmate.

Over the next few weeks, she and Jihoon became friends. Meeting up outside of class and talking about absolutely anything. _____ was glad to not be in the company of someone who hated listening to music. Blasting music in their dorm room was something they both enjoyed. She and Jihoon even shared the same favorite artists so picking which songs to play was never an issue.

There was something about the boy that felt so familiar as if she had met him before. She couldn't deny the fact that she liked being with him. Not even to herself. Being with him almost made her forget about her favorite radio station.

Almost.

On one early Saturday morning, she was alone in the dorm listening to Station 5.26 yet again when Jihoon came through the door from his part-time job. "Hey." she greeted him, not bothering to remove her earphones or even look up at her roommate.

"What are you listening to?" he asked, walking to her side and peeking at her phone screen. _____ turned her phone slightly to show the boy. He turned to look at her, a surprised look on his face.

"You listen to University Radio too?" Jihoon asked her incredulously. Enthusiastic about finding another common thing between them she started gushing about how she found the radio stations and how much she loved it over all the more mainstream stations.

Her roommate just smiled as she talked, silently taking in everything she said as he put his bag down and sat on his bed. The boy stared at her smiling face and blushing cheeks, hands that moved with every word she said, dainty fingers that pointed to nowhere in particular as she spoke, eyes that shone and sparkled and luscious pink lips that he just wanted to-

The boy pinched himself out of his daydream. He couldn't be crushing on his roommate right now.

It didn't take long for her to start talking about Simple Radio and DJ Woozi. Jihoon's eyes lit up when she mentioned it. _____ spilled everything she had kept to herself, from her love for his taste in music to her embarrassing crush on him. It all came spilling out. She felt as if she could trust Jihoon with them. As her secrets came to the light, the boy's eyes became wider and wider.

"Hey, you know I work for the university radio station, you wanna come along to my shift tonight?" he offered her. His roommate immediately agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck and thanking him again and again. His cheeks burned, a reddish tint left on them when she let go.

That night they got ready to go out. _____ could hardly believe her luck. It was almost 9pm, the time for Simple Radio to come on. That meant that when she got to the studio, her idol would be there. And she could finally meet him!

The studio was a dimly lit but cozy place. It was filled to the brim with CDs and records. Several speakers hung from the ceiling and stood at every corner. An empty booth stood in the middle of the floor. Jihoon put down his bag and walked to it, fiddling with some buttons and levers. _____ walked around to inspect the shelves. She found old CDs of famous singers and unknown rock bands. It fascinated her that so much music could be contained in one place.

A crackling came from the speakers, then a voice.

"Hey guys welcome back to Station 5.26 University Radio, I'm your nighttime companion DJ Woozi and this is Simple Radio."

_____'s eyes widened. She looked at her watch. 9:00pm, it said. The girl hurried back towards the booth, expecting to see DJ Woozi. But when she got there it was only Jihoon, headphones on his ears. She watched him, confused as to why he was inside. His gaze met hers through the glass.

"I'm here today in the booth with a person that's very special to me standing outside, watching me. She doesn't know that I'm the DJ Woozi she wanted to meet so bad,"

_____'s mouth gaped open.

"Nor does she know that I like her."

Jihoon smiled at her through the glass, mouth still near the microphone.

"And I hope that my confession today will blossom into something more."

[leafs-lover]

I wish you were here

A/N: This was requested. I thought about making this a fluff piece, but had a change of heart and re-wrote half of it. I just have a thing for Freddie, and not going to apologize for it ;)

Also I am really bad at coming up with titles

Summary: After a stressful couple of weeks apart Fred surprises you.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW

“Hey babe” you mumble into the phone. You look to your clock on your bedside table 4:17 is illuminated on the screen.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asks as you rub your eyes open.

“Good, just lying in bed” you say yawning.

“You sound tired” he says through the phone.

“Yeah most people are at 4am” you joke.

“Oh shoot. I’m sorry babe I didn’t even realize. Why did you answer?”

“We have been pretty busy, haven’t had much time to chat” you explain.

Fred returned to Denmark almost 8 weeks ago and you weren’t able to go with him due to the pandemic. You don’t have enough vacation days left; you would only have a couple days in Denmark.

You had only started dating in January, and when the NHL paused in March Fred tried to return to Denmark but the borders had closed prior to the pause. When Auston offered for Fred to quarantine in Arizona, Fred asked your thoughts on it.

If he stayed you would have to quarantine together otherwise you wouldn’t get to see him at all. That would have meant after only being together for 7 weeks you would temporarily move into his condo, and spend every second together for who knew how long. Neither of you really wanted to do that, it would be a lot of pressure on a new relationship so he opted to go to Arizona.

You hadn’t talked about labels, and didn’t know what to expect. While he was gone Fred would facetime with you once or twice a week, and you exchanged texts almost daily. He constantly complained about Auston’s terrible taste in TV shows, you complained about your roommate’s terrible attempt at baking.

You didn’t anticipate being in contact with Fred that much, but he always carved time to talk with you, he even sent you flowers a couple times and ordered you dinner from your favourite restaurant. Neither of you thought it would be almost 3 months before Fred would return to Canada.

But when he finally did, you were the first person he saw. You had just over 3 weeks together before he had to enter the bubble, and you spent much of that time together. It was so nice to have Fred back, cuddled up on the couch relaxing with him. When you finally saw him you melted into his touch, and your relationship felt like it had been catapulted forward instead of back even with the time apart.

When he went into the bubble, you didn’t expect to see him again until September, you wanted to see him but you hoped it would be three months, but it ended up being less than three weeks. He carried so much of the strain of that loss on himself, and you tried to tell him it was a team effort. The weight isn’t his alone, but the media and a lot of the fans had a different opinion. Everyone was calling for him to be traded, if the disappointing end to the season wasn’t enough that didn’t help.

He spent a couple weeks back in Toronto, but you could tell he was defeated and needed to get out. He needed to get away from the media, the rumours and spend time relaxing with his family. Fred tried to fight you on it, he wanted to stay and spend time with you. Obviously you did too, but you knew he needed this.

When he left the NHL had hoped on a December start to the season, meaning Fred would be coming back in October or early November. But as the date for the season got pushed so did his return date. You had some late nights at work, and with the time change it made it hard to talk all the time, so when you had the opportunity you took it. Leading you to this 4am phone call on a Saturday morning.

“Go back to bed skat, we can talk later” Fred says into the phone.

“No Freddie, we barely talked this week. Now that I have you on the phone I don’t want to hang up” you whine causing Fred to laugh.

“Okay, but if you get too tired Kære let me know. I don’t have any plans today so we can talk later.”

”I’m just going to make some coffee” you say getting out of bed and heading to your kitchen. ”I only planned on getting some groceries later so I can take a nap later if i want.” You start scooping the beans into the coffee maker, opting for a large pot due to the time.

”Wish I was there for your nap” Fred says to you.

”Mmm same. You are perfect for napping with” you respond.

”Oh yeah, why’s that?”

”Because you are perfect for cuddling with. I just fit perfectly in your arms, and you are like a pillow and a blanket in one.”

Fred laughs into the phone “you just use me for my body eh?”

“Well can you blame me?” you joke walking back to your bed with your mug in hand. “No I don’t actually, I mean it’s definitely nice –“

“Nice? My body is nice? That’s what you use to describe a haircut” he jokes.

“Obviously it’s much better than nice. I just meant it’s nice that you have that body, but I wouldn’t care if you didn’t. That’s not why I’m with you though.”

“Obviously not if you just think it’s nice” he mumbles jokingly. “How was your week?”

“It was so long, I had to stay late almost every night, and there was 3 nights I didn’t leave until after 9. My boss actually wanted me to work today but I had to say no. I felt like I was getting sick from lack of sleep, so it’s nice to have the weekend off.”

“You work so hard you deserve the time off” he says to you.

“Yeah, I have a couple vacation days left, maybe I’ll take a long weekend or something.”

“Yeah you should do that, don’t want to get run down working so much” Fred replies.

“But what would I do? I wouldn’t have enough days to fly to another province. And parts of Ontario are shutting down” you explain.

“Have a staycation, I’m sure a couple days doing nothing would be nice” he replies.

“Yeah I guess” you say.

“So how are my plants doing, kill them yet?”

“Nope, they are still alive, but I should get over there today to water them” you respond.

“When you say alive, do you mean alive and thriving or clinging to life?”

“Uhh, somewhere in the middle” you say causing Fred to laugh.

You continue to talk for another hour; you curl up in your bed wrapped tightly under your duvet. You can feel your eyes getting heavy, but you try to stay awake to talk to him. You are unsuccessful and end up dozing off.

When you return to work on Monday you talked to your boss who approved for you to take Friday and Monday off work, giving you a four day weekend. You are excited for your days off, but you have to get to end of day Thursday. Your week is filled with multiple zoom calls and long days, you are actually surprised your boss is okay with you taking time off.

When Wednesday comes you are completely drained. You had multiple meetings, angry clients and have to finish a project before you take off for the weekend. You were so busy you didn’t even notice you hadn’t had lunch until it was almost 3.

It’s almost 9pm when you walk through your door with some papers and dinner in hand when you hear your phone ring. Your apartment is dark and empty, your roommate away at her parents. You drop everything on your table, answering your phone as you head to your room to change.

“Hello?” you say not even looking at the caller-id, turning on your bedside lamp.

“Hi min kære, how are you?”

“Hey Freddie” you put him on speaker phone to change out of your work clothes. “I’m good, got home not too long ago.”

“Another late day eh?” he asks.

“Yeah I was trying to get my project done before my holidays tomorrow” you explain.

“Finish it?” he asks as you move to the kitchen to start eating dinner.

“Almost, should only take a couple hours tomorrow.” You look to your stove and see the time 9:09 illuminated on the screen. “Fred why are you calling so late; it’s like 3am there.”

“We haven’t talked since the weekend, and you haven’t sent many texts the past couple days” he says lightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy with work. I’ve been having late days and have basically gone straight to bed. I also didn’t want to call you so late, I know you had a golfing trip one day” you begin to explain.

“Oh I know babe, you don’t have to explain. I just thought you could use a pick me up” Fred says to you.

“Honestly I would love one. My week has been brutal and it’s only Wednesday. Can’t wait for tomorrow” you say sitting at your table. You didn’t realize how stressed you had been until you sat down and thought about the week. The angry clients and long hours have really taken a toll on you. Stopping to think about things brings a lump to your throat, as you feel your eyes begin to well up.

“(Y/N) you there?” you hear through the phone. You zoned out trying to not cry, you thought you could wait until you got off the phone with Fred to break down. You were wrong, and now you are trying to stifle your tears so Fred doesn’t hear you, but are unsuccessful.

“Skat, what’s wrong?” he asks hearing your quiet sobs through the phone.

“I don’t know” you cry into the phone. “I don’t think I realized how stressed I am, and tired. Just everything. It’s a lot.”

You move to your bed and crawl under your duvet, wrapping yourself tightly into a cocoon. Fred stays on the other end; he doesn’t say anything for a while, letting you cry in silence. After a couple minutes your eyes begin to get heavy, as your sobs have stopped.

“I wish you were here” you say lightly.

“Me too kære” he says. He stays on the line while you lay in bed, not hanging up until he hears your soft breaths through the phone.        

“You should go” your boss says poking her head in your office at 3pm. “Start your weekend a couple hours earlier” she says smiling at you.

“You sure? I don’t want –“

“(Y/N) this place won’t fall apart without you, enjoy your time off.” With that your boss walks away, you shut down your computer and grab your jacket. You reach to grab your phone and see the blinking light. You unlock it to a text from Freddie.

F: Don’t forget to water my plants

Y/N: I watered them Monday…

F: That’s 3 days, you trying to kill them? ;)

You laugh at his message. Instead of responding you decide to go to his condo and send him a picture of you watering his plants. You jump in your car and head to his place. You park in the underground lot and make your way to the elevator. You walk down his hall and unlock his door when you hear music playing in the kitchen.

You don’t remember even listening to music when you were last here. Did someone break in? But who breaks in and plays music? You set your bag down and look around not noticing that anything missing or broken.  You walk through the living room and hear clattering in the kitchen and panic sets in someone is in here.

If you weren’t so panicked you would have noticed the bag in the living room, and the pair of shoes by the front door. You hear footsteps in the kitchen and turn around to run and hide when you feel hands on your hips.

They spin you around and pull you in tight to their chest and wrap their arms around your back. You go to push yourself off the person when you smell the familiar cologne.

“You’re off early” he mumbles kissing your head.

“Fred?” you whisper in disbelief, looking up at the person in front of you.

Your eyes meet his golden brown eyes, and red hair. You bring your hands up and stroke his beard “what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering you he smiles and kisses you. Your hand tangles into his hair when he pulls back slightly “I missed you” he mumbles against your lips.

“I missed you too” you say smiling. Without warning you jump, Fred catches you and carries you into the kitchen setting you on the counter.

“Can’t believe you’re here” you say pulling him to you for a kiss.

“I know, I didn’t know when I was going to come back but after last night I knew I had to come see you. Hearing you cry broke my heart, but the worst part was not being able to do anything about it.” He brushes a piece of your hair behind you ear “I booked a flight right after you fell asleep.”

He leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips, you snake your hands into his hair, stroking his beard on the way. You pull him closer, locking him in for a passionate kiss. You don’t want to ever be apart from him again, and you groan slightly when Fred pulls away from you.

“I wasn’t expecting you for a little bit longer. I wanted to have dinner ready when you got here to try and salvage the life from my plants” Fred jokes looking over at his wilting plant on his table.

You laugh “yeah sorry about that. I was doing a good job at it, then work got crazy and I didn’t get over here as often as I’d like” you explain to him.

Fred kisses your neck “its fine, I didn’t expect them to be alive” he mumbles.

“Rude” you say turning your neck to allow him more access as he peppers kisses. Fred laughs before walking away from you. He walks over to the cupboard and pulls out two wine glasses and pours you each a glass.

He walks back and hands you a glass, he puts his other hand beside you on the counter.

“When did you get in?” you ask.

“About 2 hours ago” he replies kissing your cheek. “8 weeks is too long to be away from you.” You take a sip from your wine and turn your neck to allow him more access.

Fred runs a hand up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “We’ve gone longer than that Fred” you whisper.

“Yeah because the border was closed” he whispers kissing your collarbone.

“Wait it’s still closed, how did you get in?” you ask pulling away to look at him.

“I have a Visa to play on the Leafs, it allowed me back in. Should have come back sooner” he mumbles kissing down your neck again. His hands lift your legs; he places his hands under them pulling you closer to him.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask running your hand up and down his biceps as Fred sucks on your neck.

“I’m a stupid man” he mumbles his hands stroking up and down your thighs, nipping on your neck. You moan lightly, placing your wine glass on the counter. Fred moves his hands to the back of your thigh and hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you down the hall to his bedroom.

He kicks his bedroom door open and reaches to the wall to turn on the light. He gently places you on the bed, his mouth attaches to yours as he hovers over top of you. Your hands gently rake through his beard, as his tongue swirls in your mouth. His hand slides up your shirt gently, his thumb pressing circles onto the skin of your stomach.

Fred grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head; he sits up on his knees and removes your pants from you leaving you in your underwear.

“This is nice” Fred says taking in your matching red set, his finger lightly grazes the fabric.

“It’s new” you respond “thought of you when I bought it.”

Fred grins, stroking a finger over your clothed core. He quirks an eyebrow at you when he feels the wetness that has accumulated “it’s been a while” you say smiling at him.

“Let me fix that” he says pulling your underwear down your legs. He lies on his stomach, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He stares into your glistening pussy for a minute; his beard rubs against your thighs his breath makes you quiver.

He finally attaches his tongue to you, licking up your juices. You moan at the contact, his tongue is still dancing outside your folds. He groans at the taste of you, before he pushes his tongue inside you. You throw your head back into the pillow as his tongue slips inside your walls.

He brings his hand up to your clit and begins to press circles into it, as his tongue slowly licks the inside of your walls. Your hands slide down to his shoulder and you squeeze them firmly as he keeps fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“Freddie” you moan as his tongue continues to press deep inside you.

You grip his shoulder and attempt to pull him up to you. You feel Fred chuckle against you, but he doesn’t stop, pressing his thumb harder into your clit.

“Babe” you groan pulling harder on his shirt “I need you.”

Fred pulls back slightly staring at you with eyes dark from lust “you have me smuk” he chuckles. He attaches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, a fuck falls from your lips. Your legs begin to squirm slightly at the feeling.

“Fred…Fred…Fuck…I” you can’t form a coherent thought as he slips two fingers inside you, sucking on your sensitive bud.

His fingers begin to pump in and out of you as he pulls his mouth from you and begins sucking on your hip. He alternates between sucking and biting on your hip. Your hip arches off the bed as he continues to pump his fingers inside you.

“This what you want babe” he asks bringing his other hand to your bra, massaging your breast.

You bring a hand down to his wrist and clamp it. He stops moving his wrist and looks into your eyes.

“I need you Fred, I can’t wait” you say panting. Fred grins and slips his fingers out of you, and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You reach up and grip his neck pulling him down to you. You lock lips with him, your hand slides up and down his firm bicep. Fred slides a hand under your back and unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts.

His firm shirtless body is pressed against you; you can feel his erection straining through the fabric of his clothes. You palm over his pants lightly before sliding your hand around to his back. His mouth leaves you and slides down to your breast and begins sucking on it, he brings a hand up and starts rolling your other nipple through his fingers, pinching it slightly. Your hands slide down his back and reach his sweat pants; you begin to push them down his large thighs.

Fred pulls away and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs and onto the floor. He falls on top of you and returns his mouth to yours; you roll and push him onto his back. You straddle him and begin grinding against his hard cock, desperate to have him inside you.

You hear Fred mumble in Danish as you continue to rock your hips against him. You fall forward kissing Fred, his hand tangles into your hair locking you in a passionate kiss. You reach over to the side table and pull a condom out.

You pull back and tear the foil, sliding it onto his hard member. You give him a few strokes before you rise up and line him up with your entrance. Fred brings his hands to your hips; you slowly start to drop down on him.

“Fuck” you mumble at the feeling of Fred inside of you, your hand goes onto his abs and you brace yourself. Fred is longer than any man you have been with, you had started to get used to his size but then he left to go to Denmark. You know Fred will hit areas nobody has ever hit before, but you just need to adjust.

“You okay smuk?” Fred asks looking up at you.

You keep dropping yourself down on him “yeah” you whine “just been a bit.”

He chuckles pulling your head down to his. You moan at the change of angle before Fred kisses you lightly.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I’m going to get you used to it soon” he smirks kissing you.

You haven’t taken all of him but you rise up and drop down on him. You moan into the kiss, Fred’s hand holding you to him, his other hand rests on your hip. You pull away from the kiss, Fred sucks on your bottom lip as you rise up and drop back down. Fred bottoms out in you, your ass hits against his thighs as you thrust on him.

“Ahh” you moan feeling him hit the deep spot inside you. Fred is still under you allowing you time to set the pace and get comfortable with him. You continue slowly thrusting on him, pushing yourself up. Your hand returns to his abs as you increase the pace.

Fred snaps his hips and pushes in you, as you drop onto him. His hands are on your hip, gripping you tightly as he helps guide you, keeping the slow pace. Your head falls back as you thrust on him; Fred slowly increases the pace under you.

You push into his stomach as your pace increases, rocking your hips against him. You bounce on top of Fred, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. He brings a hand up to your breast, cupping it as you ride him. He rolls your nipple through his fingers, as your nails dig into his firm stomach muscles. Your hand slides down his treasure line, pressing hard into his groin as you feel your high approaching.

“You gonna cum baby?” Fred asks noticing you are chasing your high. He squeezes your breast hard, pinching your nipple in the process. You hum in response unable to form words. Fred releases your breast and slides his hand down to your clit to press circles into it.

“Yeah, cum on me baby. I want to feel you, feel you’re cum drip down me” he says pressing harder into your sensitive bud. His hips snap and the pace is fast, you are a mess on top of him. Sweat is dripping down Fred’s stomach; you can feel it under your hand.

“Fuck Fred” you scream out, your orgasm is close. With every thrust Fred his your g-spot, your skin flapping has filled the room, followed by occasional curse words. You notice Fred becoming erratic under you as you continue bouncing on him.

Your orgasm crashes over you, the most intense one you have had in a while. You clench around him, your walls tighten, and you feel it in your stomach. Your eyes roll back into your head as Fred continues to thrust inside of you. Your juices dripping down his cock.

He strains to keep going, allowing you to finish your orgasm. As you finally come around you feel Fred still under you. You collapse onto his chest, his arms wrap around you. You lie on him, both your breaths slowly return to normal.

A couple minutes later Fred rolls to be on top of you, he kisses you briefly before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He pulls on his boxers and throws a t-shirt to you. You smile and pull it over your head; Fred climbs into bed and pulls you into his arms.

“I was going to make you dinner, but I think I’m too tired now” Fred jokes, stroking up and down your arm. “You okay with ordering in?”

You look up and into his golden brown eyes “sounds perfect” you respond. Fred leans down and kisses you, wrapping you tightly into his arms.

“So you should spend your long weekend here with me” Fred mumbles against your lips.

You smile and stroke his beard “I don’t plan on leaving; I want to spend as much time with you as possible. When are you heading back to Denmark?” you ask lightly, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I’m not” Fred replies. You look directly into his eyes “not unless you come with me” he says lightly kissing you again.