#but today and tomorrow and however long people still send me things

[paintedkinzy-88]

I RETURN

Hopefully, ima try and set a schedule for myself (for both my own work and fanwork), we’ll see how that goes! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

But for right now, please, if there’s a post you tagged me in, a piece of art you made, a fic you wrote, and I never reblogged it for whatever reason, specifically in my little sorta hiatus moment, TELL ME, SEND THE LINK, SHOOT AN ASK, SOMETHING.

Heck if there’s just something you want me to see, I’ll reblog that too rn, why not, let’s try that for once.

I just wanna catch up on the times! I’ve been away for so long, lurking in a different fandom… its time to heckin come back to my own stuff XD

#no promises I’ll get to everything today #(if there’s even much I missed tbh wheeeze) #cuz ima go to bed here soon fhsjdhsj #but today and tomorrow and however long people still send me things #plus I have some artwork to post anyway! #be ready for dragons and skeletons and skeleton dragons and turtles now sobbinggg #I’m graduated and wanna get my butt in gear again #miss y’all (ง;-;)ง #Kinzy update

[runningfrom2am]

Hi, how’s your day been going? Hoping it was amazing. I just saw your post about needing inspo for Coriolanus fics! I’m not sure if you are taking requests but if you are Could you maybe do a touch-starved Coryo fic? Something fluffy/angsty where Coryo can finally fulfill those needs and be himself and vulnerable with the reader. Thanks!

as long as you need me - c.s

pairing: coryo x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, he just needs you and you just want to help.

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

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a/n: ahhh thank you for sending this in! it was so fun to write like stopppp i just want to give him a hug omg. also thought i'd post this to hold y'all off until i post the next part of LTPF. anyway, enjoy!

You had a very stable grasp of the limits of your relationship. What was appropriate, and what was not. You were quite shy, and Coryo always carried himself with a high level of decorum. You would eat together at lunch, and he would walk you home most days. The weekends, your study dates, were always your favourite. He was significantly more relaxed, but you could still tell he was just a little tightly wound. By now, you've just learned that's who he is. Not overly affectionate, but he cares for you and you care for him. 

"I can't stay late today, I'm sorry." You said, genuinely feeling bad for having to turn down the request. In your junior year, you started tutoring for younger grades at the academy and it is something you thoroughly enjoyed.

"I have a test tomorrow! Why can't you stay? Just for a few minutes- I just have a couple of questions." The first year, Aelia whined.

"My boyfriend is supposed to walk me home and he has a tight schedule, but I'll tell you what, I can meet you in the library in the morning before class. That way it will still be fresh in your mind, yeah?" You grinned, and she seemed satisfied as you agreed on a time, not knowing that a few of the girls in your grade were listening in.

"Y/N," Clemensia decided to approach you as Aelia walked off, Arachne and Livia following close behind. "Did I catch you telling someone that you have a boyfriend? Did I hear that right?"

"Oh, well, yes." You answered sheepishly, gathering your things to put in your bag before your next class.

"Really?" Livia chimed in, and you just nodded. "Okay, well, spill. Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Um..." You looked around, deciding what to say. You weren't necessarily keeping it a secret, but you just hadn't felt the need to tell anyone you went to school with. "It's Coriolanus. Snow." You cleared your throat, unsure why you even added his last name. It's not like the name Coriolanus was abundantly common.

"Shut up." Clemensia laughed slightly, eyes widening at you. "You're joking, right?"

"No... We've been together for almost seven months now."

"I just... wow. We had no idea. Seven months! I feel like I've never seen the two of you get closer than two feet apart." You weren't sure whether to interpret this response as teasing or genuine shock- so you just gave them an awkward smile and a small nod before walking away.

At the time, you had never considered how your lack of affection in public could be confusing to people- not that it mattered. Rumors had spread quickly after that, which was to be expected when Livia and Arachne were involved. However, PDA just wasn't your thing. General displays of affection weren't really your thing, either. Both of you always had a lot going on, and having been together for almost a year by now, you knew that you loved him and he loved you. You didn't have to prove it to each other or to anyone, there was no pressure for anything to change. On your end, anyway.

Coryo, on the other hand, was feeling something shift. Leading up to the reaping and more importantly, to the prize. You both were in the running, being in the top twenty-four of your class, and you had no doubt that Coryo was a shoo-in, but you didn't know how extremely anxious it was making him. The now constant thrumming of his heartbeat in his chest and his shaky hands were always less around you, and he can only dream of how much better it would be if he could just hold you.

These days, he'd wake up expecting you in his arms due to a particularly calming dream only to be disappointed. He respected you a great amount and wouldn't want to push your boundaries, however unspoken. Still, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go about his day-to-day without testing his theory that holding you could cure his fears, or at least let him forget about them for only a moment. He would happily take just a second of peace.

Coriolanus usually greeted you outside of your unshared classes, seeing that you tended to stay a few minutes late to ask questions or polish off your notes. He couldn't wait to see you, he needed to.

"Coryo." You smile, walking out of your lecture hall to see him waiting.

"Hi, Love. How was class?" Your boyfriend greets you, joining you on your walk towards the exit of the school.

"It was good. Though, I find the topic of the rebellion kind of redundant at this point." You say, books tucked against your chest under folded arms. "Is it not too soon to discuss it in a history class? I mean, I literally remember what it was like to live in a bomb shelter."

Your joke seemingly lands on deaf ears as he just hums, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you out of the building. This wasn't totally unusual, but with the way he was pushing you, albeit gently, was telling you that something was wrong.

"Is everything okay?" You ask him, looking up at the boy next to you as you reach the bottom of the academy's front steps.

"Fine." Coryo nods, attempting a reassuring smile that he isn't aware falls short.

"Okay, well... If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you, you know. Always."

"I know. Thank you, Love." He drops his hand from your back to hold your free one, turning in the direction of your apartment.

The next afternoon, you're in the same class, one of the rare ones you don't share with Coryo, taking down notes from the lecture when there's a knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. You pay no mind, taking the opportunity to catch up on everything written on the board.

"May I borrow Y/N, please?" Your boyfriend's voice is scratchy and shakey in a way unfamiliar sounding to you, making your head snap up. You'd never seen him cry before. "Only for a moment."

Your teacher dismisses you, likely on account of your and Coriolanus's mutually spotless records and his red-rimmed eyes. Clearly, you were needed urgently. You leave your bag and your books, ignoring the whistles and heckling of some of your classmates as you rush to the door.

Coryo had reached his breaking point. He was writing his third paper of the week, unable to focus on that and get his mind off of how unlikely it was he would get the prize if the Dean had any say. Sitting in the library, the world had started turning around him. People were talking, laughing, even, and he couldn't take it anymore. The floodgates opened and he had rushed out of the room. He couldn't go home, his attendance would be affected and he'd be throwing away the prize most definitely. He had nowhere to go, except for to you.

You close the door behind yourself, thankful that the hallway is completely deserted during class time. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask, and before you can get a good look at him he's pulling you into a crushing hug, shaking around you.

You're shocked for a moment, pulling yourself out of your head to hug him back. Whatever is bothering him must be bad. He'd hugged you before, but never like this. "Hey, it's okay..." You whisper, rubbing his back. "Let's go outside for a second, yeah? Get some air?" You offer, gently prying yourself from his grasp to look at him.

Coryo can't speak, overtaken completely by the tears flowing down his cheeks and the anxiety flooding every inch of his body. He feels like he could be sick, all he knew that he needed was you. He just nods, trying to regain his composure, if only for the couple of minutes it takes to get outside.

"Okay. Let's go." You smile, trying not to show how worried you are as you wrap an arm around his back, still holding him close to you as if he has a broken ankle and you have to carry him. So far, his theory was proving to be correct. Just having you at his side was calming to him, and mentally he's cursing himself for not voicing his fears to you before they broke him.

As soon as the door of the rarely used back exit to the school is closed, he's essentially collapsing onto the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest and crying into his hands. You're quick to join him, draping an arm over his back and trying to grab one of his hands to hold. Your brow is knit with worry, rubbing his shoulder as he allows you to take one of his shaking hands. "Coryo..." You say softly, trying to get him to look at you but he won't. "What's happening? Talk to me, you can trust me. I just want to help."

He sniffles, looking up at you. "What is it?" You ask again, hoping to prompt any kind of information out of him. When he doesn't answer, you curve your approach to yes or no questions, hopefully, to make it easier on him. "Is someone hurt? Is it Grandma'am? Did something happen?"

He shakes his head slightly with every question, once again avoiding your eyes as he looks down at the ground, occasionally trying to cough out the knot in his throat.

"...Do you want to talk? Or do you just need a hug?" You realize, leaning in so he would look at you again.

He pulls you closer, wrapping both his arms around you awkwardly due to the way you are both sitting. "Just need you here." He mumbles, hardly audible as he buries his face in your shoulder and neck.

Relieved to hear his voice again, you place a hand on his hair and on his back, holding him tight. "I'm here, Coryo. As long as you need me."

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[suguru-getos]

Not sure if your requests are open or not, but if they are would you pretty please write a yandere Gojo who's darling is upset because he left her alone on her birthday to go "play" with his new best friend Geto instead? Like, he legit forgot it was anyone's birthday at all? But his darling tries to be sweet and understanding even though she's deeply hurt by him suddenly neglectjbg her so much? Pretty please and thank you. 😘🙏

Heyy!! I don’t take requests but I really like this prompt. Thanks for sending 🙇🏻‍♀️🩵 to be very honest Yandere Gojo would never forget his darling’s birthday. :DD Even normal Toru chan wouldn’t. ;))

Warnings: Toxic Toru :(( // Reader doesn’t really love love him but is in a major Stockholm Syndrome typa-thang. Forced fluff, implied sexual thingys.

You sighed, it’s been long past twelve and out of all the people who have wished you yet, Satoru isn’t one of them. It hurts because he could have gotten super mad and punished you for forgetting his birthday. Coming up with excuses thar you forgot the one person’s special day who should be meaning the most to you. A shiver runs through your spine to imagine the extent of his rage if that were to happen. Is it because you’re powerless compared to him? Is that why he doesn’t care about you? Why else would he go around Geto Suguru and not you.

Satoru comes back around 2 am, a little tipsy but you know he’s a lightweight so he must’ve not drunk much. He watches your tired eyes draping his form and raises a brow. “Aww, how cute? My Princess stayed up for me? You wanted to sleep with me that bad sweetheart?” Your lip quivered at his familiar, patronizing tone. It was your birthday. Your birthday! God damn it!

You looked down, trying to form the right words. “Toru, s’ my birthday today. I waited for your wish.”

It’s like he’s been anchored by the feet at rock bottom sea. He can’t breathe — surely he must not — oh fuck! He did. He forgot his sweet princess’ birthday… shit! “Oh- oh no- I’m so sorry! Oh no-” his beefy arms are quick to wrap around you, hugging you snug against his chest. “Please baby, m’ sorry. You never make a biggie out of it so I forgot.” He pouted, kissing your forehead and stealing apologetic kisses. You gnaw at your lip and looked down. “It’s okay, Toru.” Oh he knows it’s not okay.

Part of him dreads that you’d leave him & he doesn’t want to, but he’s close to acting out. “Are you going to leave me because of it, Cupcake?” He asks tenderly, though you know better & you’ve learnt better. “N-no! Of course not Toru. I’d never leave you.” You shake your head no like a trained bobblehead. Satoru takes a sigh, six-eyes trying to find out any hidden intents behind your words.

He sighed with defeat, “Pretty girl, I know, that was so careless and bad of me. Really bad. Let me make it up to you? I’d let you meet your friends!” He chirped. To live under Gojo Satoru means to live under his wing & his wing alone. He couldn’t care less if you’re lonely. All the more reason to ensure that your world revolves around him, no?

“Come here.” He craddles you against his lap, kissing your knuckles, your chin, your forehead, leaning in and kissing your clothed breasts. With Satoru, you’d never know how things might turn sexual. You do resist this time though, you don’t have the emotional capacity to endure this & be treated like a toy.

“I’m sorry Toru, can’t.” You leaned away with a subtle flinch. His brows furrow at the rejection but he knows he’s fucked up. “Alright Baby girl. I wouldn’t. Ssh~ let me make it up.” His phone comes out & he orders a cake — of course he would know your favorite flavor by now. He grins wide. “Thank god it’s still night ~ Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure you forget my fuck up! I promise!” He sounds so determined it helps you to feel less shitty. However the neglect still seeps through. Maybe because you’ve been living with him that he’s taking you for granted.

A snap of fingers shoves your trail of thoughts astray. “Ssh~ eyes here, mind here.” Satoru cooes, cupping your face and leaning his forehead against yours. “You know I love you, right? To the point of insanity.” It’s when he starts to get serious that makes you uncomfortable. You squirm a little at his words, nodding meekly.

“Then stop thinking wild thoughts or Toru has to be mean to your meanie thoughts & you wouldn’t like it.” He says it in such a delirious baby-talking way it makes you choke out on any thoughts whatsoever anyway. “Y-yeah..”

You know Satoru will make a big deal out of your birthday tomorrow. Might as well enjoy, even if it’s forced.

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[vixensbrainrotts]

Hello, Stranger - Shinichiro Sano

Content: Cheesy fluff

Tropes: fated ironical meeting

Warnings: none (?)

Summary: how the two of you met, once upon a closing-hour...

Vixen's two cents: I can't believe that it taken me so long to write a cheesy first meetings scene! anyway I love Shinichiro so have yet another fit about him whilst other characters rot in the background (I swear I wanna write for everyone). if you have any ideas (I kinda ran out rn) please send me an ask: REQUESTS ARE OPEN. yes, thats all and now enjoyyyy!!!!!

You had just recently bought out a shop, a quaint little thing that was akin to the one you would dream of when you were a little girl. It didn’t take long for you to become acquainted to the space over the holiday-period, which allowed you to get used to the space without the hassle of customers just yet. When however the first opening day comes and goes, you’re left tired and exhausted by the end of it. Business had been unexpectedly good, lots of people trickling in to visit the new coffee and cake shop.

You were just about done checking that every candle was extinguished, all the power was off but the coolers were still running, and that all the doors were locked when you stumble across a door you‘ve never seen before. It looks just like the rest of the installed doors, maybe a bit aged, but nothing out of the ordinary. The only issue was that you doesn’t remember this being part of the tour that you had been given when buying the shop.

A bit confused you go to get the big bundle of keys that you were given for „all the doors“ (whatever that meant now), and start fumbling with key by key to try and unlock that door. One after another key clinks unsuccessfully, but your hope to find out whats behind the mystery door stays strong.

—

Shinichiro was just about done for today, having thrown the towel when he couldn’t distinguish a nut from a bolt anymore, his vision swimming slightly. He was standing over the counter, checking things and notes off of his schedule and to do list, and writing up a new one for tomorrow. He‘s trying to focus, trying to remember what that one stupid saddle leather color was called that he had to order and eventually replace, when his ears caught some rather startling noises- keys rattling.

It was coming from a side door he was told was unusable by the previous shop owners when they sold the place to him. Due to an unfortunate run-in with Mikey’s little idiot friends some years ago, Shinichiro is quick to close the schedule, assuming that it must be thieves or burglars. He crosses the shop towards the door, grabbing a spare wrench from a nearby work-bench as arms and stalks towards the door, anticipating the worst.

—

You’re beyond frustrated at this point. What are the odds of choosing all the wrong keys in the way-too-big keychain consecutively? You glared down at the last possible key, hoping that just for the sake of your sanity this one would give way to what’s on the other side of that door. You don’t even care all that much anymore about what you’ll find, what’s important right now is that you can get the satisfaction of unlocking the mystery lock.

You take a deep breath and glance down at the key, pushing it into the lock and… it gives way. The key fits right in, and with a quick twist of your wrist you feel the lock click and open, and you feel yourself smile just a bit in victory.

Confident, you push open the door, but the smile upon your face drops fast when you hear a fierce yell, and duck instinctively when something comes flying your way. Your keychain goes flying out of your hands, skidding a few good meters across the floor and into the next, now open, room, right towards the stranger who attacked you with… a wrench?

—

Shinichiro looks down towards the target with wide, furious eyes, nostrils flared, ready to fight tooth and nail for his shop when he looks down at the 'threat' and realises that... youre not.... you dont look like... wait… aren’t you?? you’re...?!

that cute cafe owner from next door!

Shinichiro's eyes soften as he looks down at you, frozen in time and place for a few seconds, his voice stuck in his throat as he tries to process the situation. Once he found his voice again, he started sputtering apologies.

"Oh my god im so sorry, damn I didn't realise that - you know! fuck are you hurt? you've got great reflexes!" he apologetically rambles as he looks across the floor, trying to find the keys he heard drop. He's stumbling over his words, not really making any sense at all, a bit too caught up in trying to find those goddamned keys! to realize that your shock has worn off by now.

You're still sitting squat on the floor from how you'd dodged and fallen, softly giggling to yourself, both at the absurdity of the situation as well as his still constant muttering. Once his eyes catch the target, right beside his foot, he's scrambling to pick the jingling bundle up.

He straighents himself again, a little too quick and Shinichiro's world spins before his eyes as a painful crack! sounds from his back, causing your giggle to turn into a full laugh. Finally, he notices that youre not cursing him out, or mad, or anything like that. Quite the opposite, he thinks as his gaze traces your smiling lips, ears tingling at your cherry laugh. The merry noise makes his own lips curl up, and for a moment he forgets what he's doing.

"You’re ok." your voice is still shaky with laughter as you wipe tiny tears from your eyes, but it snapped him out of his little daze. "Right, uh, no not really you could have gotten really hurt." he says incessantly, stepping closer to you to hand you back the keys.

You only shake your head and smile at him though, reaching out to take the keys from him. He obliges, holding them out to you and he's about to apologise again when he feels your hand brush his.

It's only a short little moment, just a small caress of your much softer hands against his, but it causes his cheeks to tinge with warmth, and he feels his stomach burst with tiny little electric tingles, and then all of a sudden everything is spinning again, and he thinks he might throw up again because he's staring again, damnit!

"I- uh..." he tries to start, but you take the words out of his mouth when you smile up at him. "You know you've gotta let the keys go for me to take 'em... right?"

This time, Shinichiro feels his whole head go uncomfortably warm, and his heart feels like it's pounding out of his chest. "Sorry." he manages to blurt out, letting go of the keys but keeping his hand outstretched. "Lemme help you up?"

You pocket the huge keyring before wordlessly agreeing to his bid, taking his hand and letting him pull you to a stand. Shinichiro's breath hitches when the scent of your perfume wash over him, and he feels his mouth move before he can think of what he's saying. "Erm.. sorry but, you felt that too, right?"

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i tell my thesis coordinator, about one of my groupmates lack of comitment?

I want to start saying english is not my first language, and give some over all info. I am writing this on the 28th of November, 2023, a Tuesday. I am a Game Design major.

Ok, so i am doing my thesis work, and for what we thought it was going super well!

We have 5 members in our group, me, the game designer, 2 artist (M and B) and 2 programers (A and P).

As I said I thought things were going fine, we had a dead line for monday, yesterday as I am writing this, and we planned to have everything done by Sunday, with monday being a playtest by 3 people or so.

Both artists had all tasks done by wednesday and friday, and both were helping me with formating the big game design document 194 pages long baby! Wich got done by saturday night. However, I got informed by P that there were some issues with the code for the game, and they were gonna try and fix it by monday afternoon. It comes monday and i try and talk to both programers to get info on the game, and A tells me he can't talk cuse he is to busy and that he needs me to write the conclusion of our thesis paper. I found it weird that he asked me that now, since he said the writing was done on June! I believed that we only had to add some in game screenshots, but I write it the conclusion without any arguments.

Anyway, me and the other 2 artists get in a call to check the prsentation slides, and M says she has something important to talk about. B joins and the truth comes out. M explains that A has been doing another persons thesis coding work, not helping, but doing it entirely! We were super surprised and she asks us to not tell anyone else, and says this has been going on for a while, and she did confront A about it a week back, and he promissed he wasn't gonna work on the other guys project. Turns out he did work on it mutiple times, and even filmed the walktrough of the game for the guy. As I am writing this, A has told her he was working on this today.

Before we continue with this mess, I want to explain how M has found this out. A few months back A did tell her he was helping this other guy out with the code, he is a good programer and this dude is doing the thesis by himself, so she didn't think much of it, but a few weeks back, when she was asking A to implement some assets she had finished, he said he was to busy with Guy's project to do it. At this point she realised how much he was involved, and let me tell you, M knows how to extract information, she now knows A is also being PAID for it, he guy owns 500 bucks to A from what I gathered, besides what has alredy been paid. ANYWAYS let's get back to this mess.

I was so tired I couldn't even really react, and just did what I had to do that day, by this point I gathered we wouldn't be able to do the playtest, and write the thesis conclusion acordingly. Around 10 PM the programers tell me the game still has a few glitches but they have uploaded it to the google drive, and i do a one over and send in the file for avaluation.

I spent today mostly relaxing, reading and watching some videos, but around 7pm i am consumed by the anger and betrayel i couldn't feel yesterday, and I talk to B about what happened

We agreed we had to confront M about the situation, and since me and B were not supposed to know about it, she had to talk to A. She said she alredy did, and told us that A was planing on talking to everyone on the next meeting (tomorrow), however, i argue that P needs to know beforehand, since this situation is horrible and he could lash out if A just dropped this on him, us 3 agree and invite P to the group.

Turns out A has told P about it today, but he was so tired from the past few days, he had no energy to react.

We talked a lot, and we agreed we need to talk to our coordinator about this hole mess, wich is probably gonna happen the following days.

So, WIBTA for airing this mess?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[paracosmic-murdock]

Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 22: "Une dame fait ce qu’une dame doit"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It has been two years since your secret was exposed and you had to leave London. Two years with deep buried misery and in which you missed everything you used to have. However, neglect, novelties, and letters made sure to give you more than one reason to return to claim someone who is as rightfully yours as your estate and your people: Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, mutual pining, (kinda???) enemies (fake, this is just pride) to lovers (surely), bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: Your return has brought misfortune to whoever had it coming, and you were far from done. But one thing was for sure: you might had already gotten your divine punishment, but everyone else would too as long as you live to ensure it.

Word count: 1.5K

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The dinner was tense enough for Gregory and Hyacinth to be worried.

They made questions nobody dared to answer, and Anthony tried his best to distract the family and focus on a much more important matter: your wedding.

While neither Eloise nor Colin were present at the dinner, you weren't affected by their absence. Or at least that's what you were trying to tell yourself.

You knew Eloise was mad at you but were ignorant of Colin's thoughts. He loves Penelope now, so there must be a conflict between love and duty.

And Eloise was mad, but you were madder.

You should feel guilty, and you should believe you went too far after Anthony's radical decision; but you were not. Not when your life was still at risk, and you still had people trying to hurt you.

But you weren't scared of her.

What else could she say now that would hurt you more than she already did? Nothing at all.

So now you, Benedict, and Lady Bridgerton were at the Queen's palace with news.

“I take this particular set of people visiting me altogether as a good sign.” She gave you a knowing look.

You smiled widely. “Indeed, Your Majesty.”

“We came to extend our invitation to our engagement ball,” Benedict said. “We will send the invitation to the wedding as soon as they are ready, Your Majesty.”

“We would be honored to have you,” Lady Bridgerton added. “You are also welcome to stay at the Castle with the family.”

“I shall make sure you get the second best room.”

The Queen chortled at your last comment. “My child, I would be enchanted to accompany you on a day as special as your wedding and your engagement ball! Give Brimsley all the information and count on me being there.”

“We would not be here today without your help and blessing,” you added. “So I wanted to make sure you were the very first person outside of the family and the Council of Burgundy to know about the wedding.”

She gave you an approving smile. “And for that, I am beyond honored, Your Grace.”

After exchanging your farewells, the three of you left the Palace.

“That was certainly fruitful,” Lady Bridgerton noted. “She even addressed you like one would a duchess.”

“I did not know you two were friends!”

You scoffed. “Friends? We are like family!” you exaggerated jokingly. “I do not know, my heart. She gave me her support and her blessing. The Queen was quite moved with my story, so I can only assume that is the reason.”

“That is right,” Lady Bridgerton added. “Don't you think we should announce your engagement at the ball tomorrow?”

“I believe that is proper. Is it not, my heart?”

“It sure is,” you nodded. “I must visit the modiste right after so she can make my wedding gown as I promised her.”

“Madame Delacroix?” Benedict questioned.

“In the flesh.” You confirmed.

He swallowed hard at the thought of his ex lover making his bride's wedding gown, but figured a better moment to inform you of his previous rendez-vous would come soon enough.

“I shall join you, dearest.”

Benedict cleared his throat. “We will make a stop at the Academy before getting home. I have been absent far too long.”

“It is just fine.” you agreed. “Your mother and I were thinking of visiting Lady Danbury before teatime.”

He nodded.

The way to the Academy was longer than you remembered. You laid your head on Benedict's shoulder and held hands under his mother's loving glance.

“We have arrived,” Benedict announced. “Goodbye, Mother; goodbye, my heart” He gave you a quick kiss on your lips, and you gladly corresponded.

“Benedict Bridgerton, you stop that!” Lady Bridgerton scolded him and hit his knee in apprehension.

“I was just saying goodbye to my future wife!” He defended himself and ran out of the carriage hiding his laughter. You smirked, too.

“You cannot let anybody see you two doing these kinds of things, my dear,” she advised. “I understand the passion shared between a pair who love each other as much as you and my son do. I have seen it in Daphne and Anthony, too. I experienced it with Edmund…, but you must be careful. Society isn't approving of this, and it could lead to rumors none of us want out there.”

“I understand, my Lady,” you replied. “Shall we go to the modiste now?”

She nodded. “Of course, dearest.”

“I suppose les rumeurs were true.” Madame Delacroix commented. “You and Mr. Bridgerton are engaged to be married.”

You smiled. “I told you firsthand. I said it myself.”

“You were rather cunning, were you not?”

“A lady does what a lady must.” you replied.

“Was your departure to France a carefully planned scheme, too?”

You clicked your tongue. “Is that French persona of yours a scheme as well?”

“What is it that you want, my Lady?” she inquired, knowing that your knowledge was enough to ruin her. That nothing was worth the detriment of her reputation.

“I know that Penelope Featherington is Lady Whistledown, and I know you do, too,” you said. “And, as you know quite well, she has exposed me as a result of that tantrum of hers… That slowed my plans and ruined everything I had worked for for my entire life. I was not interested in marrying at the beginning, though I knew that the only way to recover what is mine, was to marry a nobleman. The first time my eyes encountered Benedict's, I knew my aversion to men and a loving marriage was gone and buried. I decided that he was the gentleman I wanted for myself, and I would not have let anyone ruin it for me. Penelope Featherington did, completely unprompted.”

“I understand,” She looked at you as she measured your bosom. “What is it that I have to do?”

“Mere falsehoods were enough to get rid of Miss Prince. A sudden departure and a letter were enough to recover Mr. Bridgerton's affections,” you noted. “Now, once you make sure that Lady Featherington finds out that her daughter, Miss Penelope, is Lady Whistledown, she will have lost her family's slight presence in her life. I, also, am aware that you know where Lady Whistledown has her issues printed, do you not?”

Madame Delacroix nodded. You gave her a paper with something written on it. “You give them this in her name as soon as Lady Featherington learns about Penelope's activities.”

“What will happen if I do not do it?” she asked.

“If you inform Penelope, I guarantee you I will find out; if you do not go along with my plan, I shall find out, too,” you began. “If I do not see this issue published promptly, I myself will make sure to have everyone find out you are not French at all, that all is a ruse.” you warned. “However, if you do, I shall make sure for everyone throughout Europe hears your name and admires your designing skills.”

“I see.”

“I believe that an opportunity like this is more than enough to convince you.”

She smiled nervously, knowing you were right. It is a sacrifice she was certainly willing to make.

Just like you said, a lady does what a lady must. It applied to her as well.

Lady Bridgerton returned to the room. “I am certain the ballgowns will be absolutely perfect.”

“I could never doubt a French woman's judgment when it comes to haute couture,” you told her. “I trust her more than enough to have her design my wedding dress. My gown for the Engagement Ball as well.”

“That sounds most wonderful.” she agreed.

“Even my cousin, the King of France, will be there!” you exclaimed. “Queen Charlotte is my guest of honor, not to mention the Princess of Monaco and my dearest friends from Belgium.”

The faux française smiled brightly. “I am most pleased to hear that.”

“You would be much more pleased to hear them compliment your designs to your face.” you promised, winking at her.

Madame Delacroix nodded.

The decision was made.

Dearest gentle reader,

It is an enormous shame to inform you I was cruelly misinformed and had this all reach your eyes. With this, I mean Lady Y/N of Burgundy's rumor.

I am, unfortunately, not referring to her engagement to Mr. Bridgerton, no. I am referring to her alleged secret, to her purpose in Mayfair and place in the Royal Academy of Art.

Beloved reader, it is the first time a thing as such has occurred to me. Therefore, I was obliged to clear the situation, for her life could be thoroughly affected by this grotesque lie. The future duchess of Burgundy has done nothing but gracing us with her presence in London.

There certainly is a resentful force that planted this rumor like poison ivy seeds. But, who could it be? An old acquaintance of the Bridgerton's? A maid looking to marry into this widely known family? Perchance an envious soul? I am hopeful you will stay true to me in order to find out.

Walls talk, the breeze informs… Surely the truth will come out sooner or later, and I shall make sure, dear reader, that you find out first-hand.

Sincerely yours,

Lady Whistledown.

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 12

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Explicit Language 

WC: 2K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts

A/N: Seokjin is too smart for his own good in this chapter, sir is piecing everything together without piecing! Jin is literally giving advice - older brother advice. Hehehehhee… DO NOT COME FOR ME AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER PLEASE - 

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Seokjin knew talking to you now would be useless so all he did was listen intently to any abnormalities in the bathroom and when you were finally done, he carefully dried your hair.

“Let’s go to bed.” You refused to move. Seokjin turned back to you. “Are you hungry?” You nodded. “Okay, I have some leftover dinner, let’s go eat.”

You trudged behind him as the both of you walked out to the kitchen. Seokjin took an extra set of utensils and some rice, placing it in front of you. “Let’s eat. Dinner today is braised pork made by - obviously yours truly - and kimchi.” Jin ruffled your hair. “Not much, but just enough.” 

You nodded and dug in. As Jin watched you eat, it reminded him of how you were in your middle school days when people bullied you for not being just like them. You constantly came over - not caring for the long distance between your school and his home - and cried to him. Back then, you were young, and couldn’t understand why Eomma*1 and Appa*2 aren’t there, having to live in the dormitory instead of come home to Oppa*3. As you grew older, you understood, learning to stand strong by yourself as well. 

However, dongsaeng*4 is still dongsaeng. You were still his little sister and he still had a responsibility over you no matter how old you were. It hurts to see you in pain. Seokjin no longer had the appetite to eat, he just watched you gobble down the food, eyes rimming with a new wave of unshed tears. 

Once you were done, he picked up the dishes and placed them in the sink, leading you back to the bedroom. 

“Oppa, I’ll was the dishes -” 

Seokjin was quick to stop you with a soft hold on your shoulders. “Oppa will do the dishes tomorrow morning. Let’s go to bed now.” Seokjin could see the hesitancy in your eyes. So he said, “Oppa is tireddd,” he whined. “Would you cuddle with your, big brother?”

You sighed and nodded, losing the battle between mind and body. 

You woke up to a wave of pounding headaches. Your face felt puffy and your eyes sore. You sighed, remembering why you ended up in your brother’s home. Slowly, you got out of bed and did your morning routine. Seokjin kept quite a few of your things in his house, knowing that more times than not, you’ll come home with him after work. 

Before Yoongi, you spent more time with your brother than in your own house. So, when you started living on your own, Seokjin had kept a few of your stuff in his house, claiming that you’d need them when you were to come over again. This leads you here now, looking at the bottles of skincare that sit on the countertop of his washroom basin.

Yoongi.

Just his name sends a wave of agony to your heart. He may no longer want you and by the end of today, he will most probably be deemed as a free hybrid. There is no need for you in his life any longer. You felt a fresh wave of tears brimming at your eyelids and you tilted your head back, frantically blinking to stop them from falling. 

You were brought out of your self-wallowing when you heard a knock on the washroom door. “Y/N? You in there?” Soekjin called out. 

You took a deep breath. Your brother didn’t need to know that you were about to break down in his washroom. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” 

“Okay. Lunch is on the table, come after you’re done!”

“Okay!” You replied back, quickly finishing your routine and putting on your clothes. You’ll put on your makeup after lunch. 

You exited the bedroom with a deep breath. You were going to make it through today like yesterday didn’t happen and cry tomorrow. You were not going to let Yoongi cloud your judgment for the verdict hearing later. And no matter how much he doesn’t want you, if the verdict pleads that Robbison is not guilty, you are going to fight tooth and nail to ensure that Yoongi and the other hybrids get their spot in this cruel world. 

“Y/N, good to see you’re not crying,” Seokjin said with his mouth full of rice. 

“And I see Oppa still talking with his mouth full of food.” You shot back, sending Seokjin into a bellowing laughter. 

“Good one.” 

The both of you ate lunch together in front of the television, letting the narrator for the show fill over the stiffening silence in the house. As you stood over the sink to wash the dishes and Seokjin stood beside you to dry them, he suddenly said, “To a certain extent, I don’t know what happened. But Y/N, it is not healthy to keep emotions stored away like this. It doesn’t matter what society views you as. Perception is key. There is no right from wrong when one views it from a certain perspective.” Seokjin bent down to store the plates in their respective places. “We both know the percentage of winning this case. Are you ready to let Yoongi go? Can you let him go?”

You stared at your brother.

“You always put on this facade when we go out, when you’re with friends, working, studying, I have seen it.” Seokjin sighed and leaned against the counter. “But I’d like to tell you, when you’re home, whether with me or any other person, let it down. It is important to take a break. I literally changed your diapers when you were a baby,” He snickered. “I’ve seen you grow up when Eomma and Appa aren’t here. I’ve been through your odd times with you. I don’t care if you feel the need to hide from others but I hope you won’t hide from me any longer.”

Seokjin was hardly ever so serious. He has always been the more carefree, go-with-the-flow type of person. There were only a handful of times you’ve seen him so serious - many of the times is when you come home from school with a bad report card or when he gets a call from the school stating you skipped class. 

“But Oppa, it hurts, that’s why-”

“Everything hurts, my dear,” Seokjin stated frankly. “In this world, everything hurts. It is only when we grow used to the hurting that we don’t feel the pain any longer. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there - it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make you bleed.”

Of course, the course of living and finding meaning will never be easy. It was never easy for a newborn to walk, so it will never be easy for an adult to navigate the world. It takes time, patience, and learning - one step at a time.

And for the second time in the past 24 hours, you crashed into your brother, crying into his hold. 

Seokjin caressed your hair, muttering words of comfort. The both of you ended up cuddling on the couch for the next few hours before rushing out of the house in a fit of laughter when Hosoek called and asked, “Where the fuck are you guys? I said to come two hours early! You’re both really late!” 

The both of you had then sprinted to change and grab everything you could, running down to the car. “And what the hell happened yesterday? Yoongi is a mess!” 

Your heart ached at the thought of Yoongi being hurt, the worry making Hoseok’s berating go right over your head. Worried was probably not the right word in the dictionary to use when you reached the courthouse, spare ten minutes before the verdict hearing begins.

You saw many familiar and unfamiliar ones. As per usual, all the hybrids testifying sat in front of their respective lawyer and owners. You had been squished between Jin and Jimin again, this time Jimin brought Ji-Hyun along. She leaned over her husband’s lap, holding your hand as she comforted, “It’s gonna be okay.” 

Jimin squinted his eyes at you. “The talk did not go well, did it?” 

You shook your head. 

“Yeah, that’s visible. You looked like you cried and ocean and our dearest Yoongi over there,” He pointed to the stands, “Look like a fricking wreck, I’m not even kidding. He looked so horrible when Hoseok came in that I thought he was sick.” 

“Cried himself sick probably,” Ji-Hyun said. “His eyes are red and his tail is constantly tucked between his legs, ears pressed down.”

Right there, you felt bad. Really, really bad. You should’ve just told him after the verdict. You didn’t have time to think of any more ‘what ifs’ when the judge came in, making everybody stand and the air in the room immediately pulsated with anticipation and fear. 

“With L/N Y/N-ssi’s hold over Min Yoongi-ssi, from the court, he is given two choices. One, Min Yoongi-ssi is allowed the title of a free hybrid by the State of Law and Hybrid Assosciation, under the thirteenth segment of the fourth amendment of the Hyrbid Rights Acts, that he is given the free will to do as he wishes and will not be held against him. Two, he is allowed to retain the hold that L/N Y/N-ssi’s over him and remain a taken hybrid.”

Y/N’s heart cracked little by little when she heard the verdict. You knew what was going to happen, Seokjin asked you earlier as well. 

You knew that the court provided him choices but your overthinking brain just thinks of the worst. No, no, you knew you weren’t ready to let him go. Heart cracking at the verdict, you held in your emotions. Seokjin had told you earlier - asked you. 

You so desperately wanted Yoongi to turn around and look at you, even if it’s just the side eye. Whether his eyes are full of hate or nothing at all, you don’t care. You just wanted him to look at you. 

But he didn’t. Not once did he turn around and meet your eyes. After the hearing, he and all the other hybrids left the room, escorted by a group of lawyers and bodyguards. You wanted to go to him, feet moving on their own accord until Hoseok stopped you. “Y/N, you’re not allowed to follow. Only the hybrids and their lawyers.” You started to fuss. 

“Y/N, come,” Seokjin called out to you. 

“They’re just signing some papers, don’t worry. Namjoon will make sure that what he signs is right.” Hoseok tried to calm you. 

You tried to stay strong - you truly tried - but you couldn’t help the tears that started to flow down your cheeks. You couldn’t even give Yoongi a proper goodbye. But would Yoongi even want you to? After the way ‘the talk’ ended last afternoon, all you could do was watch Yoongi’s back grow further and further from you. You turned your head into your brother’s embrace, ignoring looks of sorrow from all others. 

Seokjin carefully leads you out of the courthouse, taking the other exit to ensure that you won’t be bombarded with cameras and microphones in your faces. You weren’t ready to give statements in your state anyway. You were silent throughout the ride home, only telling Seokjin to drop you off at your house. 

It was only when you entered the silence did it fully hit you. Yoongi may be a free hybrid by now, and want nothing to do with you. He could do whatever he wanted and didn’t need you tying him down. You trudged to your bathroom, stripping as you walked in, finally letting yourself cry at the final goodbye you will never give. 

Notes: *1 Eomma refers to mother in Korean. *2 Appa refers to father in Korean.  *3 Oppa refers to an older brother in Korean (female saying). Males call their older brothers ‘hyung’.  *4 Dongsaeng refers to younger siblings in Korean. 

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[maskyish]

ZOOL - Shuffle Talk 2022 (Episode 1)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

T/N: <> indicates the person is speaking English. 

Touma: So this is Merlion Park…! It’s so big! 

Haruka: Whoa… It’s my first time in Singapore, but I can see the ocean. It’s a pretty nice view. 

Haruka: ….Ah, Touma! Look! It’s the Merlion! (1) 

Touma: Oh, it really is! It’s bigger than I expected, Haru! 

Minami: Fufu. Even after the long flight, you two are still full of energy. 

Torao: Don’t get too excited and fall.

Haruka: I won’t fall! I’m not a child..!

Touma: Instead, Mina and Tora are acting too much like normal. Let’s get pumped!

Torao: How do you expect me to get excited over a familiar view? 

Touma: F-familiar view, he says….

Minami: Oh my. Was that little humming I heard earlier not you getting excited?

Torao: Ngh…. Y-you heard that….?!

Haruka: Hahaha! Torao is the most excited like a kid! 

Shirou Utsugi: …. Sorry, everyone. I kept you waiting. 

Shirou Utsugi: Oh? What’s this warm atmosphere fitting for Singapore? 

Touma: Haha! Hey Utsugi-san, listen to this. Tora was—

Torao: O—kay! D-did you have a good phone call, Utsugi-san? 

Shirou Utsugi: Oh, yes. I was just reporting our arrival to the local staff. 

Shirou Utsugi: I’ve already arranged for your luggage to the hotel, so you’ll have some free time after this. So please enjoy some sightseeing at your leisure.

Minami: With just us? Utsugi-san, were you not looking at that pamphlet for delicious Singaporean food? 

Shirou Utsugi: I was…. I would love to join you, however I have a meeting for the shoot after this….

Shirou Utsugi: There’s a lot of tourists so I’m not too worried, but please keep your valuables close and don’t head into the back alleys. 

Shirou Utsugi: Oh. Also, don’t follow sketchy people. If anything happens, contact me immediately….

Haruka: I- I know! Utsugi-san treats me like a child the most…

Torao: No worries. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on the 3 of them. 

Minami: Why am I included in this list to be looked after….? 

Shirou Utsugi: Haha, I leave it to you. 

Shirou Utsugi: Well, since we’re here, I’d like to give you four a mission. Please take lots of close photos together while sightseeing.  

ZOOL: ….Close photos….? 

Touma: Why so suddenly?! 

Haruka: Why do we have to take pictures like that?! 

Shirou Utsugi: Well, the director wants to show how close you are at tomorrow’s shoot.   

Shirou Utsugi: But I think it would be difficult to do it on a spur of the moment, so please think of today as a rehearsal and take many photos together as close friends. 

ZOOL: Close friends…

Shirou Utsugi: Right. If you take any pictures, you can send them to me. I’ll check it when I’m out of meetings. 

Shirou Utsugi: Then, if you’ll excuse me. I’ll see you later tonight. 

Haruka: And… he’s gone. I don’t know anything about taking pictures with close friends…! 

Minami: Wouldn’t you know the most, Isumi-san? Like taking pictures with Izumi-san and Yotsuba-san. 

Haruka: Yeah… No, I mean we soooometimes take pictures, but we’re not really that close…. 

Torao: Pft. You get along, right? Show me a picture, maybe it can be a reference.

Touma: Right! I was surprised at the request, but since today is a rehearsal, if you could show us for reference…. 

Haruka: I-it’s not like that! The pictures I take with those guys are just everyday things like getting sweets on the way home. 

Haruka: ……. It’s my first time doing something like this… traveling and taking pictures with other people…. So using my photos as reference is useless! 

Minami / Touma / Torao: First time…

Touma: I see! Taking pictures on a trip together brings a different mood and atmosphere than usual. 

Torao: There’s no helping it. I’ll teach you how to play so you can take fun photos. 

Torao: How about a night safari? Meeting rare animals could be exciting. 

Minami: We could make our way to Sentosa. (2) There’s an aquarium and theme parks. 

Touma: What the heck, you guys are hyped up too…! Let’s do it! All of it! Right, Haru? 

Haruka: Y-yeah…!  

Haruka: Well.. First, should we get a closer look of the Merlion? And… we can take a picture. 

Minami: Then shall we go? 

Torao: Let’s do it. 

Touma: Haha! Alright, let’s do this! 

Touma: Make sure to get the Merlion in the picture and….. here we go. 

Haruka: Touma, bend over a bit more! You’re blocking me! (3)

Minami: Shouldn’t you bend a bit more too, Midou-san? Your head is getting cut off. 

Torao: This good? 

Touma: Okay! I’m taking it now. Say, “Hi, Merlion!” 

*click* 

Haruka: Wait… Hey, what’s with that shout! Thanks to that, I’m making a weird face! 

Minami: It’s fine. It’s a lovely photo. 

Touma: Yeah! We look good! 

Torao: Well, obviously. Then, to just send this to Utsugi-san… 

Boy: <…. Papa!>

Torao: Huh? 

Minami / Haruka / Touma: Papa………!?

Touma: Tora, you—! 

Minami: Midou-san…. There’s no way…. 

Haruka: A lovechild….?! 

Torao: O….of course not!! No way…!

Torao: <Hey, what’s wrong? I’m not your papa.> 

Boy: <....! You’re not Papa…. Where did Papa go?>

Torao: <Then… you’re lost. Where did you get separated from your father?> 

Boy: <Waaa… I don’t know… I was looking at ice cream, and then Papa wasn’t there… Uwaa…>

Haruka: So this kid isn’t a lovechild, but a lost child…

Touma: Oh, a lost kid…! Oh man, you want a piece of candy? Uh... Dis izu.. candy!! (4) 

Boy: <....*sob*...Papa…. Hnn…..> 

Minami: Seems he ignored you. 

Touma: Did he not like the candy… 

Haruka: … I want to help find this kid’s parents, but we can’t ask where they got separated or what they look like while he’s crying so we have to get him to stop… 

Minami: I agree….. Oh. That keychain on his backpack. Isn’t that the hero you like, Midou-san? 

Torao: “World’s Four Great Civilizations Historanger Squad” (5). I heard it’s been airing overseas recently. 

Touma: Talk to him about it! Maybe he’ll have fun and stop crying. 

Torao: <.... Do you like Historanger?>

Boy: <......! *sniff*...... Yeah, I do…. Do you know it too, mister?> (6) 

Torao: <Sure do. I even have a Miracle Historia belt.> 

Boy: <Wow….! Mister, you can transform?!> 

Minami: <That’s right. Actually, this mister here is a hero..> 

Torao: Hey, what are you saying… 

Boy: <Really?! Then, I want to see you release your power!>

Minami: Sure. 

Torao: … I’m not really a hero. 

Haruka: But, now this kid is expecting it. Isn’t Torao the only one who can answer this smile? 

Torao: …… I get it. Then… just for today. 

Torao: <”Now is the time to release the special power of the Historangers!”>

Torao: <”Origins of civilization! Miracle Historia power… RELEASE!”>

Boy: <Wooow..! So cool….!> 

Minami: <Fufu. Isn’t he? He’s our pride as a hero.> 

Touma: Hehe, he finally smiled! You did it, Tora! 

Haruka: It’s good. That kind of thing suits you. 

Torao: …Thanks. 

Boy: <Mister! I want to be a hero too!> 

Torao: <Yeah. You can do it. So wipe those tears, and we’ll go find your father. Can you tell us what he looks like?> 

 Boy: <Mm…! Okay!> 

[End of Episode 1.]

TL Notes:

1. The Merlion is a mascot for Singapore, and there’s a famous statue in Merlion Park. It’s got the head of a lion, and the body of a fish. There’s a handful of these statues, but the original one in Merlion Park is 8.6 meters tall (~28 feet).

2. Sentosa is an island resort off the southern coast of Singapore.

3. A more literal translation would be “It’s annoying that you’re bigger than me.” but I went with this for better context.

4. Touma© english

5. I’m so sorry, I have no idea how other people have translated this show title. It’s the hero series that Torao likes though lol 

6. The kid actually calls Torao “nii-chan” but since he’s supposed to be speaking english I went with mister because we don’t call strangers big bro in english lol

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[michelle-is-writing]

Missing You, Ben Hardy

Since Ben left for filming a couple months ago, I’ve been okay. Of course, I’ve been missing him ever since he left. The text messages and phone calls have made up for the lack of conversations we used to have, and the constant pictures he sends me help me still feel connected to him. But lately, I’ve been missing him the hardest, and I couldn’t tell you why either.

During the day, I’m fine. I go about my daily rituals as usual, but at night, when I get ready to go to bed, it’s like I’m hit with a mix of sadness and longing for Ben to be back by my side. Some nights, I can’t fall asleep until it’s past three or four in the morning. I can’t explain why - it’s just something that happens now.

For some reason, tonight is the worst it’s ever been for me. I’ve tried everything I can to fall asleep. I’ve taken melatonin, turned off every bright light, made sure that there were no noises coming from anything, turned my phone off, everything. I even tried to meditate for a while, but I eventually gave up when I realized it wasn’t working for me either. I've also had “relaxing” music playing since I first started getting ready to go to bed, but that obviously didn’t work either.

Every time I close my eyes, images of Ben flash in my mind. I remember specific times like when we go out together and just enjoy each other's time. I’m also reminded of the times when we go out with friends and how Ben always holds me to him in front of everyone with his arm tight around my waist and my back pressed against his chest. It makes me feel like he’s so thankful to have me there with him when he does this. More importantly, I remember the times when he said things exactly like that to me. Hearing the love of your life say, “I’m so happy to have you in my life,” is something that you’ll cherish and remember for a very, very long time - if not forever.

The only problem with that is with moments like these when you can’t be with them. In that case, you’re left to simply think about that special person rather than see or hear them. You can’t hold them or love on them. You can’t even laugh with them and see their face crinkle up because of that laughter. So, you’re left to miss them immensely, and it sucks.

It really sucks.

Looking over at my alarm clock, the bright red lights tell me it’s almost 4:30, and I’m left to groan in response. Last night, I didn’t pass out until 3, and I had to wake up for work today with only 4 hours of sleep in my system. I don’t want to have another night like that. Granted, I may not have to work tomorrow, but still. I don’t want to fall asleep at the same time people are getting up to start the day if I can help it.

Frankie beside me stirs in her sleep before getting up and heading out into the living room. At that, I kind of laugh. She must’ve gotten tired of me constantly tossing and turning. I’m tired of it too, but it’s not like I can do anything about it.

With a sigh, I turn on my side toward the wall and try to close my eyes once more. At first, I’m joyful that finally, nothing pops up. No images of Ben or anyone else. Just the darkness of what I’m hoping is looming sleep.

For a few moments, this lasts until I start thinking about how nice Ben’s touch felt against my skin. The way his slightly rough hands had such a gentle grasp when he touched me is something that can wake me up instantly, but I’m trying to not let the memory of it do that. However, reminiscing on his touch seems to be too much for me as I actually feel his touch on me now despite him being six hours away. The mind can certainly be one powerful thing.

“Are you awake?”

As soon as I hear Ben’s voice, my eyes shoot open and I quickly turn over to see him standing by the side of the bed, a smile on his face. Granted, the only light in the room is the dim red hue coming from my alarm clock, so I’m assuming the lines on his cheek mean he’s smiling.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, nearly jumping out of bed to throw myself at Ben. Thankfully, he’s quick to catch me in his arms, but that doesn’t stop us from tumbling down onto the floor with a soft thud, resulting in laughter coming from Ben. Conversely, I immediately pull back to look at Ben despite the room still being pitch dark.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, my hands searching his face and head for any injury, again, in complete darkness. His answer comes to me in even more laughter, his hands quickly finding mine to press soft and gentle kisses to the skin.

“Darling, I’m fine, but I do have to say that was one of the best welcome home greetings I have ever gotten,” Ben assures me before leaning forward to press another kiss to my lips, but his lips meet the side of my nose instead. We both know that one of us should really turn the light on so we can see each other, but going by the fact that I’m on top of Ben, it’ll have to be when I decide to let go of him.

Smiling, I nuzzle my face into his neck. “I’m just happy you’re home,” I tell him, sitting back on his lap so I can turn on the bedside lamp. Ben’s hands instantly make their way to my hips when I do this, his fingers lightly massaging the skin of my exposed waist as soon as they make contact. Once the room has some light flooding through it, I look down at Ben and smile upon seeing his face after so long of having to settle for just pictures or FaceTime. He smiles back at me, a happy sigh falling from his lips afterward.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, darling,” Ben murmurs, a blissful gaze falling over his face. Sliding his arms up from my hips, he rests them against my back all while simply holding me to him as we lie on the hardwood floor of our bedroom. “Could hardly sleep without you, it was horrible.”

At his words, the corner of my lip upturns knowing he missed me too, but at the same time, he probably suffered the same sleep deprivation as me. “I had a hard time sleeping while you were gone too,” I tell him, feeling my body begin to relax on top of him. “I haven’t gotten much sleep either, especially tonight,” with a smile, I press a kiss to Ben’s jaw as I lean my head up a bit. “It's a good thing since you got home early, babe.”

Ben smiles with me in response to my words before swiftly sitting up with me still clinging to his body, my legs now on either side of him as his face rests mere centimeters from mine. The action surprises me for a short second until I let out a small giggle, my brain reminding me of my boyfriend’s superhero muscles that allow him to do those things with me, things that make me absolutely crazy.

“Let’s get back into bed, yeah?” He suggests, standing up with one hand pushing him off the ground and the other keeping my body against his. Once again, I cling tightly to him, my rigid stature only relaxing when my back makes contact with our bed. However, Ben doesn’t move, and instead, he remains on top of me. After a few moments, I speak up.

“Are you comfortable?” My question makes Ben quietly laugh as he knows putting his entire weight on me is not always comfortable, but I won’t complain either.

"I always want to be on top of you, love," He tells me with another sly chuckle before shuffling down in the bed. Now lying mostly on my torso and in between my legs, Ben peers up at me from where he lays his head on my stomach. “How about now? Are you comfortable?”

“Very,” I tell him, moving a hand to comb through his blonde locks. Once my hand touches his head, Ben nuzzles his face against my hand like earlier. In only a matter of seconds, Ben's eyes fall shut as he a soft sigh leaves his nose.

“I missed you… so much,” he admits, “I’d really like it if you came with me next time, even if it’s just for a week,” Ben’s eyes open after his last statement, looking intently at me as I process his suggestion. It would be great to spend that time with him, but I never asked before as I didn't want to distract him while he works.

"As much as I loved your greeting from earlier," Ben speaks up once more, breaking me away from my thoughts and over I’d love it even more if you greeted me like that after filming.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x fem reader #ben jones #roger taylor x fem!reader #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader

[bowuigifire]

BURN FOR YOU 🔥💚

SUMMARY: Luigi found himself in a strange alien world, alone and terrified. But perhaps this place isn't so bad?

Chapter 13:

The next morning was as awkward as the previous ones. Luigi found himself spending more time in the room he was sharing with Mario rather than outside, wrapped in his blanket and missing the heat from the Koopa Kingdom. He was brooding. No. He was sulking.

Sadly, Mario, seemed to prefer the princess's company. He didn't blame his brother for leaving him alone but it still hurt. Deeply.

And just like many times before, his mind was kept going back to his time with King Bowser. It made him flustered. Confused. Lonely. He wanted to know how was the giant koopa doing. Was he healed? Was he thinking about him? How about Junior. Did the little boy miss him too? Luigi blinked away the tears gathered in his eyes with the palm of his hand, unsure why he was crying. He's fine, isn't he? He's not sad. He's not hurt. He's... He doesn't know.

He cuddled closer under his blanket, legs against his chest, hugging himself.

-

'Soon. It should be done by tomorrow.' Kamek thought determinedly despite the soreness in his bones and the tiredness in his eyes. In his age, not sleeping for a whole day is detrimental.

Whipping the sweat from his forehead, the old magikoopa took a step back to look at what he created. It was rushed and it would probably not work more than once. 'It should do.' He kept thinking to reassure himself. 'It has to be enough. For my son. For my family.' He added in the last second.

-

Peach stared at the human in red, her mind going in circles. She was, in the end, unable to rest during the previous night. How to make Mario's brother see what's right in front of them? Bowser is not a good guy. He's a monster, someone who tried multiple times to marry her. He didn't start by kidnapping her, of course. Indeed, initially all he did was send letter after letter. After letter. In all of them he asked her the same thing in different words:

<<"I saw you during one of my travels. Princess Peach, I have to admit I admire your strength and your beauty. Your eyes shine like no other jewel..."

"Today I couldn't think about anything else but you, Princess Peach. The way you beat those boos? Just amazing! Did you know I punished the Boos after what they did to you and your people? I hope everyone's alright..."

"As I turn and turn on my bed, I keep going back to the first time you talked to me. It was during your coronation, remember? I was invited as the King of the Koopas. You smiled at me. I wanted to ask you for help..."

"Would you do the honor to marry me, Princess Peach? I know it seems rushed. We can talk properly after our next meeting. I will explain everything to you..."

"Peach, I wish to marry you. It's an emergency. Reply as soon as you're able..."

"Did I do something wrong? You didn't reply to any of my letters. Have you not been receiving them? If so, I will make sure this time you do..."

"I don't know what else to do, Peaches. I haven't seen you after your coronation unless it's from afar or in a mandatory meeting with all the royals. I never seem to catch you alone long enough to talk to you. My letters remain unanswered and the others keep ignoring every word I say...">>

He kept insisting on meeting and marrying. There would be no wedding if she can avoid it. Luigi must see that too.

However, things got worse when he started to try to meet her in person. With smiles too wide, showing off his giant fangs. With red piercing eyes glued to her. She shuddered, the hair in the back of her neck standing up. She hated having his full attention. That was until... Until Luigi and Mario appeared. One second he's in front of her and the next he was under the lava. Maybe less than a second. She couldn’t tell. And that's were her predicament lied on.

"Princess Daisy, this is Mario. Mario, this is Princess Daisy from Sarasaland." She introduced them. Watching Mario greet her, she then turned to Daisy. "Is there a reason you're here, Princess Daisy?"

"Oh, none of that 'princess stuff'. Too stiff. Too cold." Reprimanded her old friend, scowling at Peach in mock anger. The blonde couldn't help but smile, if only a little, some of the stress from these last days leaving her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I haven't seen you in such a long time." She excused her lack of familiarity with Daisy, blaming it on her duties as Princess. Mainly anything to do with Bowser. She stepped closer to the other, her arms stretched out and inviting. With a wide smile, the brunette closed their distance in a small jump, accepting the warm hug. Just like when they were kids. She hugged her tightly before letting go and promptly looking inquisitively at the human in red. Peach could already imagine all the questions her fellow princess had. It's not everyday they have other humans in their world.

"Mario, right?" He nodded hesitantly. "You are a human!" She exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands with enthusiasm. Mario stole a quick glance at Peach, a bit confused. Understandably.

"Yeah?"

"Peach haven't told you Humans are very rare here, have she?" She sounded amused. He shrugged helplessly. She didn't explain. He just assumed...

"So, why are humans rare?"

His question simply got a secret smile on her lips. Odd, he thought. Surely, there's no reason to keep it a secret, not when she just mentioned it nonchalantly.

Peach rolled her eyes, something she wouldn't have done in the presence of her Toads or other royals. "Stop it, Daisy. It's because of the green pipe." She explained the last part to Mario, turning in his direction. "There's only one, to our knowledge, connected to the human realm. Which appears and disappears at random. No one has found out any pattern. Yet." Her brows furrowed in thought. The mystery of her origins has always intrigued her.

"Do you think we were sent here for a reason?" He wondered aloud, getting their full attention.

"It's a possibility." Peach couldn't deny it.

"We?" Daisy questioned, certain he wasn't referring to Peach or her.

"Ah. Yes, my brother, Luigi. We kinda got separated and... Well, what matters is that we are together again." He hastily explained. He wasn't sure how much the other princess knows about what happened with Bowser. Did Peach tell her? Would it be okay sharing said information with a stranger (to him) without Luigi's consent? He was still adamant his little brother had a good reason to believe King Bowser is a good person. Koopa, he corrected himself. He saved his brother's life, after all. Someone evil wouldn't do that... would they?

"I'd like to meet your brother." Daisy grinned. "After all, he's pretty famous after the stunt he pulled off. Although I was unaware it was your brother. Or another human, by that matter." She discreetly looked at Peach, who seemed to have realised what her friend was thinking.

"Not now, Daisy. Luigi is... not in his best state of mind." She warned the princess of Sarasaland, wincing at what Daisy did when they first met. They were kids so that could be excused. Not so much now. Her friend simply shrugged her shoulders, clearly not deterred by her words.

"My fratellino is doing better." Mario interrupted their conversation, annoyed at the lack of acknowledgement he was receiving. They were talking about his brother as if he wasn't there.

Peach quickly realised her miskate, feeling guilty. "I apologise, Mario. It wasn't my intention." She shot a warning glare at Daisy when she saw her about to open her mouth. To say something insensitive, no doubts. She knows her well.

"Yeah. That. Apologies." She uttered. "Anyway. Come on, Peach. Tell me what really happened. All I heard were rumours, not the whole thing." Daisy was as persistent as she remembers her to be. With another quick glance at Mario, who nodded at her in permission, she stirred them towards the Garden to talk more comfortably. And privately. There was so much she needed to tell her friend.

-

Luigi heard some noises outside, disrupting his daydreaming. His eyes opened slowly, half asleep. Getting out of the bed with some difficulties, Luigi approached the door while listening tiny feets running around. He was still in his pajamas.

There were even more voices now.

After so many days in his head, he felt he needed some fresh air and this felt like the best opportunity to do so. So, with some trepidation, he opened slightly the door, peaking outside at the Toads a few meters from his room. There were around five of them and they seemed unaware of his presence.

"Did you hear? Princess Diasy came to visit Princess Peach." One of them exclaimed loudly.

"I know! I was there when it happened. That's why I'm here. Quick, tell everyone else. We need to hurry and get everything ready." The other Toad said in a hurry, his tiny feet running in the same spot. They were very energetic because of this Princess Daisy.

Another Principessa, thought Luigi. Curiosity was soon replacing his nervousness, as he opened completely the door to find the Toads already left. Uh. His eyes opened wide when an idea formed in his head. There were no guarantees it would work. Unfortunately, he didn't know the castle well enough and he didn't know how to get to Bowser's. But Princess Daisy might. For that, he needed to get to know her. Feeling the shame rising inside him at the idea of using an innocent to get what he wants, he tried to shove it deep inside of him. It was a necessary evil. They'll understand. He winced internally. That's not true, they won't understand. But first, he needs to be presentable. With that in mind, Luigi went back inside and headed towards the bathroom to freshen up. He didn't really have a chance of clothing beyond his own overalls. Luckily for him, those were still clean enough to use for another day.

#fireopal-tash #burn for you #king bowser #luigi mario #bowuigi #mario #kamek #princess peach #princess daisy #toad #writing #bowuigi fic

[catonatrain]

lets build some memories today and tomorrow too

momoi & midorima | rated g | word count: 1776 | where momoi and midorima go on a shopping trip together

for @mason-ajar for the 2024 @knbexchange !! prompt: character a and character b pick out outfits for eachother

i was super excited to see that we've been paired up for the exchange !! i haven't been able to write in a long while, but seeing your prompts gave me the inspiration needed to to write about a friendship that is just so important... and so here they are!!

read on ao3!!

Momoi was lying on her bed, mindlessly reading a sports magazine until her phone rang. It was too early in the morning for Aomine to be calling her. Maybe it was Kise? 

“Hello?” She held her phone in between her head and shoulders.

“Momoi.” To her surprise, it was Midorima. “There is something I would like to talk to you about.”

“Midorin!” Momoi practically sang. She immediately sat up, abandoning the magazine. “You rarely call first! What is it? Oh, let me guess! Do you need a lucky item? Or are you having boy troubles?”

“No, I am not having, as you say, ‘boy troubles.’” There was a pause. Momoi figured it was Midorima pushing his glasses up. “I also have acquired my lucky item for the day. I need your assistance. Could you accompany me on a shopping trip?”

Momoi felt her already wide smile go even wider. “Of course, I’ll go with you!” She loved being invited to things– be it eating lunches at Maji Burger or coordinating streetball lessons for the local kids. Usually, she was the one doing the coordinating– which, for the record, wasn’t something she minded! But it was nice having the invitation go the other way every once in a while. Especially from Midorima! 

People may think he was someone who wanted to be uninvolved, but it was not true! When luck permitted, he always came to different events like the team’s after practice ice cream trips. Sometimes he needed just a bit of nudging, nowadays in the form of Takao, but regardless, he didn’t often initiate events with her. She’d noticed that lucky item shopping is usually his excuse to hang out with others, but he already got his lucky item of the day. 

She wondered if anyone else was coming. Takao or Kise maybe? She couldn’t help but ask. “Are we going with anyone else? Takao-kun? Or Ki-chan?”

“No, it would just be the two of us, if that would be alright with you.” There was a pause. “I understand that it may be… unusual for it to be just us, but you were the friend that I deemed would be able to help me best.”

“Aww Midorin, that’s so sweet of you!” She could imagine him blushing at the compliment. “Send me the details over email, and I’ll be there in an hour!”

Momoi saw Midorima standing on the outside of the clothing store. He wore a simple dark blue t-shirt and beige pants. He tightly held onto a giant penguin plush. When his eyes met with Momoi’s, his grip loosened. 

She ran up to him, stopped right before him, and started bouncing on her feet. “So? What’s the occasion? What are we shopping for?”

“I… would like your help in choosing an outfit.” He turned his head to avoid eye contact. Momoi knew what that meant.

“So you were having boy troubles!” After everything that’s happened in the past few months, it’s been getting easier and easier to read Midorima and this was no exception. She will admit, however, that she hadn’t quite figured out who’d captured Midorima’s affection. Most people would say it was Takao who held the title as “The Boy Midorima Likes,” but Momoi had a theory she had been brewing up. It was still a work in progress, but her “Kagami Taiga: The Boy Who Has Captured Everyone’s Heart” thesis had a lot of evidence. Momoi would simply have to take into account both possibilities today.

“That would… that would imply that I am struggling, which I assure you is not the case,” Midorima’s face flushed and his voice was louder than usual. Momoi couldn’t help but laugh.

“But you’re not denying that this is a boy-related problem!” She winked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Midorin! I understand completely! Whenever I’m with the person I like, I always want to look my best. I won’t ask who it is, but I’ll give it my all in helping you out!”

“I… appreciate it…” 

“You’ll definitely capture his heart, Midorin!” She began urging him into the clothes store. “Let’s go!”

“I think this outfit will be the one, Midorin!” Momoi held up a green sweater with an argyle pattern. “It’ll go great with your eyes!”

Midorima took the sweater to examine it. 

“Besides the color being the same as my eyes, is there anything else to take note of?”

Momoi giggled. Midorima’s questions reminded her of a time in middle school where Midorima asked about her notes and note taking strategies. He was always serious in his studies, and this was no exception. “You want to pick clothes that fit well and that you’re comfortable wearing! Make sure that colors and patterns don’t clash. Like two very bright colors! It can work, but I’m not too sure if that’s what you want to go with.” 

Throughout her speech, she could see Midorima nodding and paying very close attention to her words. “So for the pants, should I go with one of the darker ones?” 

“Yes! Let me choose…” Momoi looked around, surveying each pair of pants until she found one she thought to be suitable. “I think those black pants should work! Check to see if they fit!”

“Thank you.” He gently placed his giant penguin plush down and grabbed the pair from Momoi. “I truly do appreciate the time you’ve taken out of your day to help me with this.” The tips of his ears were red. She found it quite cute, but chose not to comment.

“Of course, Midorin!” Momoi beamed at him. “I’m honored you asked me to help you out with this! I’ll be cheering you on!”

His blush spread to his face. He managed to mutter a thank you before shuffling off to try on the outfit. She sat down to wait for Midorima. Would this be a one time thing? While it was the first time that it’s been just the two of them, Momoi found that she quite enjoyed the experience. With just the two of them, the energy wasn’t as face paced, which Momoi appreciated. Sometimes, she needed the break from the constant running around of her daily life. And not only that, but Midorima had definitely changed. It was easier to understand him now. 

When Midorima walked out, she saw some people began to sneak glances at her friend. Unfortunately for the interested party, his heart had been taken by someone else. She bounced on over and eye’d her friend at all sorts of angles. Midorima stiffened at the attention, not knowing what to do.

Momoi laughed. “It’s fine Midorin! You look great!” She gave him a thumbs up. 

At that, Midorima sighed, finally letting the tension escape. “That endeavor was just as difficult as I imagined it to be.” He pushed his glasses up. “Thank you Momoi for making this trip much easier. Your knowledge was crucial and your guidance saved me a lot of frustration. Is there any way to repay you?”

Momoi thought about it and couldn’t think of anything she needed at the moment. Just spending time with a friend was already a gift in itself. But she knew that he wouldn’t take that as an answer. She placed a finger on her chin as she thought of her options. 

“I want you to pick an outfit for me!”

“I beg your pardon?” Momoi could see the gears running in Midorima’s head. “Do you not already have suitable clothes?”

“I want to test what you’ve learned! Let’s see if you can make an outfit for me.”

“I’m not sure if–”

“C’mon Midorin! I know you can do it! You’re not one to back away from a challenge are you?” With that, Momoi knew she won. 

“Give me ten minutes.” Midorima rushed towards the center of the score, scanning all around to find an outfit that would look well on her. She couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that his penguin plush was tucked between Midorima’s arms. 

“A brown plaid skirt, a white blouse without any patterns, and a light brown sweater that clashes with neither of these colors.” Midorima used his penguin to hold onto the clothes, as its flippers served the clothes like how there’s a waiter serving food at a restaurant. “Is this a suitable outfit?”

“There’s only one way to find out!” It was her turn to try on something new. She came out with a little twirl, “Well, Midorin? I have my thoughts, but let’s check your sense of fashion. What do you think?”

Midorima wasted no time. “For the skirt and jacket, I was hesitant at first since you chose a sweater that specifically matched the colors of my eyes, but the neutral colors appear to coordinate well. I also ensured that the blouse had no patterns. I do believe that it fits the criteria.”

She saw a slight hint of a smile. Was he proud? She hoped so, as she truly did love the outfit that Midorima chose. “But do you think I look cute? Do you think I can capture the hearts of anyone I set my eyes on?”

“You… you asked me for my thoughts and I believe I answered appropriately. Was I incorrect in this assessment?”

“I’m just messing with you Midorin!” She saw the hint of exasperation on Midorima’s face and so she finally relented. “It’s such a cute outfit! I’m impressed!”

“Hmph.” He turned away and began walking towards the cash register. “In that case, let’s go.”

Momoi followed along happily.

Outside of the store, Midorima said, “Thank you again. I found myself enjoying our time together.” There was a pause as he ruminated on what to say next. “I hope we can do this again. I’ve been told it would be beneficial to be the one to reach out more, so I will try to do just that.”

Momoi felt a tinge of tears begin to form, but she willed them away. To think only a year ago, she was wishing for a time where everyone could smile together again. So much had changed, and she hoped  that it would continue to do so. 

“And thank you Midorin,” She gave her friend a very wide smile. “Let’s definitely do this again. But before you leave, you definitely have to tell me about who you like! Come on! Tell me! Tell me!”

Midorima’s cheeks reddened as he tried to back away, but he realized fairly quickly that this was a battle he would not win. “Fine. But let’s do it somewhere else.”

“Of course, Midorin,” she said as she walked with her friend towards their next destination.

notes:

i couldn't decide if i wanted to have hints of midotaka or hints of midokaga bc i like both ships a lot! i ended up just keeping it vague on both ends, so YOU, the reader, can decide who The Boy Midorima Likes is :)

outfits are based on some merchandise art and official art! midorima's outfit is this:

momoi's outfit is this:

#super sorry that its soooo late !! finishing this up and posting this was a bit of a struggle and i feel horrible but we made it !! #like it's still the 14th hawaii-aleutian time zone but alas i am in the pacific time zone... #but anyways thank you sooooo much to the mods for being patient with me... and thank you so much for organizing this i had been wanting to #write smth knb for a long while so this finally got me to do so !!! but yes again thank you for the mods for hosting such a lovely event #theres so many other fics and arts i want to comment on... but i shall do that when my wifi is more stable tomorrow... #ill also post on ao3 then too !! #but yeah !! omg thank you sooo much for having midorima and momoi there mason their friendship is one of my favs !! i hope i was able to do #do them justice :> i had a lot of fun writing their dialogue !! #kuroko no basket #knb #midorima shintarou #momoi satsuki

[samaraannhan20]

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Imagine: The Accident

*Spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick*

Mitchell!reader x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

As I wake up I can hear the soft fall of the rain outside. I turn over, and reach out for Bradley, but then quickly recoil as I remember that he is not there. I turned back over and reached for my phone on the nightstand, to see if I had received any more messages from him. As I scroll through all of the notifications that have popped up, I see none from him. I unlock my phone and it opens directly to our text chain.

Roo🐔❤️🥰

I  made it to the ship. I’ll text you before we fly out tomorrow morning.

My Love🥰❤️

Okay.

I love you forever Bradley Bradshaw

Come home to me.

Roo🐔❤️🥰

I love you forever soon-to-be Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw

I will be home in a few days.

My Love🥰❤️ You better. Fly safe.

I sigh as I close out of our chat, and open the one with my father.

Little Girl💜 Keep him safe. Or else. I know you picking him shows your trust in him, but if you do not keep him alive I will never forgive you Captain Dad👨‍✈️💙 I will make sure at the very least he gets home. However, hopefully both of us will. Someone has to walk you down the aisle in six months. Little Girl💜 I love you Dad, Fly safe

I sigh again and completely close out of texts, and set my phone down next to me. I stand up to go make coffee, and hear the jingle of my dog’s collar as I do. I glance down and see the small dog staring at me from the bed, and tell him to come on. We both walk to the kitchen, and I open the door to let him outside. After he goes out the door I walk over to the coffee maker and start some. As it brews I stand in front of the sink and look out the window. I don’t know how long I stand there, but I snap out of my trance when I hear my phone go off in the other room. I sprint into the bedroom and grab my phone, to see a text from Bradley.

Roo🐔❤️🥰 Taking off in about ten minutes. About to get in my plane. No matter what happens, I love you forever My Love🥰❤️ Stay safe out there. Good luck. I love you. Seen 7:47 am

I keep my phone in my hand, and go let the dog in, since it is still raining. As usual he is very excited when he steps back in the house, but I ignore his excitement, drop him a treat, and go collapse on the couch, holding my coffee in my hand. I grab the tv remote and turn it on, turning on Gilmore Girls for the millionth time, just so it is not absolutely silent as I try not to think of Bradley and my dad being in those planes. ★★★ I wake with a start as my phone starts going off somewhere near me. The tv has that dumb “are you still watching” screen on it, and I start throwing things around as I try to find my phone. When I finally find it, I quickly answer it, fearing what I am about to hear. Is this Miss Y/N Mitchell? “Yes it is,” I speak breathlessly into the phone Miss Mitchell this is Admiral Solomon ‘Warlock’ Bates. I am calling you about an incident that occured today during our mission, to Rooster and Maverick. “Okay, Admiral. Break it to me.” The two of them had an accident, but they managed to get back to our carrier. I am sending them back on a helicopter as we speak, and they will be in the hospital on base in MiraMar. I will be sending your information to the people at the gates to get onto base, and you will be let on base without any trouble. They should be there by the time you get there, so I would head over now. “Okay, thank you Admiral.” It is no trouble Miss Mitchell, he finishes, before hanging up the phone call.

  I quickly get dressed, grab my keys, and get into my car as quickly as possible. I drive over the speed limit the entire, although rather short, distance to the entrance of the base. As I get to the gate, I quickly show them my license, and they let me through the gate almost immediately. I get an escort all the way to the hospital, and I barely throw my car into a parking space and in park before jumping out and running into the hospital. As I get to the front desk, the nurse that is working there looks up at me, sees the escorts behind me, realizes I am the woman she was waiting for, and she presses a button to open the doors. Just before I run off she says, “room 201,” just loud enough for me to hear. I run down the hallways, and just as I get to room 191, I run smack dab into someone. “I am so-” I start as I look up, and see that it is simply my father. He pulls me into a hug, and for a moment I forget that I not only looking for him, but for Bradley. As soon as I remember that little tidbit I pull back a bit, and look into his eyes. “Are you okay Pops?” I ask, as I try to search him for any signs of injury. “I’m just fine little girl. Here, I’ll take you to him, come this way.” As my dad leads me to Bradley’s room, I can’t help but feel that something must have changed between the two of them. I mean, from what I can tell, they saved each other. We reach Bradleys room, and my dad pulls me in for another hug, before kissing my forehead and walking away. I take a deep breath(or two) and walk into the room. I see Bradley in a pair of Navy sweats and a t-shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, and I know then that he is okay. “Baby,” he breathes out as I walk up to the bed. He pulls me into a hug, and we just hug, and breathe each other in for awhile. “Roo?” “Yes, my love?” “Let’s elope. I know we’ve been planning a wedding, but the strings they had to pull to get me here as fast as they did today, well, let’s just say, if we were married there would be a lot less.” “Yes. Let’s do it. As soon as I get out of here, the two of us, and your dad, will find a minister and go to the Hard Deck with your mom and Amelia, and we’ll just  get married. If we still want our big wedding for our friends we can have it, but that idea is one of the best ones you have had.” After he finishes, I pull him into a kiss, and a few days later, we elope, surrounded by family.

#rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x mitchell!reader

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.25/41

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, voyeurism, unprotected PIV (Play safe ya'll!), fingering, cunnilingus, tub play

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 25: Be Brave

It’s been a week since Elvis fucked you senseless. The countertop guys came and installed the granite countertops today. The flirty guy showed up, ‘to make sure everything went smoothly’. He asked you out on a date. You told him you were seeing someone. He backed down, but told you to look him up if it all went tits up.

You finished installing the sink today. Damn you are almost done with this kitchen! Appliances should be delivered this week too! You need a day off though, you’ve been working non-stop. You are hoping you can catch Austin soon. He has still been haunting you in the middle of the night, in the best possible way. You text him.

Me: Hey, when is your next day off? I have an idea!

You go to put your phone away, not expecting to hear from him anytime soon. Then your phone dings.

Austin: Day after tomorrow. What’s up?

Me: Do you want to go develop your film? You send a link to the Maud Street Photo gallery and Dark Room in Brisbane.

Austin: Yes please.

Me: I’ll book the darkroom.

Austin: You are a goddess.

Me: That is correct.

You book the space, and text him details. You get a thumbs up from him. Then nothing.

The next day at about 1PM, you are on your knees, installing the final trim around the living room when you hear the door open.

“Oh good! You are home!” Austin exclaims.

You stand up, brushing the dirt off your work pants and hug him tightly.

“Hi love! Oh no, you caught me in my actual work clothes,” you jest.

“Yeah but those knee pads though,” he kisses his fingertips and gestures towards the sky.

“They could come in handy,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively and laugh. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence so early in the afternoon?”

“Well,” he puts his arms around your waist, swaying side to side, ”I am off for the next two days, so go pack a bag, I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.”

“You are?!” you say excitedly, “Sweet! Where are we going?”

“Brisbane, I already set it all up, bring a nice dress. Wait, nevermind, I owe you one anyway. Can you be ready in like a ½ hour? You are driving by the way!” Austin is clearly stoked, thoughts tumbling out of his mouth as he backs towards the door, “I gotta go pack too, I’ll be back in 30 min!”

He shuts the door and you are standing there, then it hits you. He’s never taken you out on a date, let alone for a weekend. In public. Natural Bridge doesn’t count, you didn't’ encounter enough people for it to count.

“Ok,” you say to yourself, unstrapping the pads from your knees, “I guess we are doing this.”

It takes you 10 minutes to pack a bag, 10 in the shower and 5 to put on your long dress, Chacos and throw some mascara on. You are hastily tidying up your scraps from the day when Austin pops in the door.

“Ready?” he grabs your bag.

“I am, but…” you hesitate, unsure what exactly to ask, “what am I supposed to do in public? Do we need to walk separately, or something? I just don’t know what to expect and I’m all of a sudden nervous.” You hadn’t realized it until this moment just how green you are to all of this.

“Oh hunny,” he sets down the bags and enfold you in his arms, ”you don’t have to do anything differently. Just be yourself. I doubt anyone will even recognize me. If they do, well, most people are really nice. I love you and I honestly don’t care if the world sees us, as long as you are OK with that.”

“I want to say I’m OK with it, but I’m also not sure that I have any idea what that would mean,” you say honestly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t think about this, I was just excited to get away with you. We don't have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Hold up, I didn’t say I didn't want to go. I just need you to remember that I’m just a civilian here in your celebrity world. I really don’t give a fuck about what people might say about me or what they see. I just don’t want to mess with your reputation or image or whatever. Cuz I love you too.”

“Awww, Kitten, thank you.” he hugs you close, ”It will all be just fine. I haven’t seen any paparazzi around here lately anyway. The way I see it, it’s none of their business. If something happens, just follow my lead. They don’t get to control us.”

You take a big breath, “Alright, fuck it, let’s go have a great weekend.”

You manage to sneak Austin out like last time, although no one was there to see anyway, which goes a long way to soothe your fears. You just don’t want to end up not being able to go to the grocery store. You remind yourself that you aren’t dating a member of the royal family, so chill out.

The one and a half hour drive is easy in the afternoon. You spontaneously stop at a little hole in the wall place called Yatala Pie Shop. Mostly because, mmmm pie. They make homemade delicious gourmet pot pies and pastries. You share a chicken mushroom pie, a sausage roll and a caramel tart. You are feeling much more relaxed. You are just two normal, admittedly pretty, people out driving.

Austin has a roll of film to finish, so he periodically snaps a photo of you. Driving, eating, laughing.

You pull up to the swanky Emporium Hotel.

“Shit Austin, I don’t know if I’m this fancy… I’m not sure I’m gonna fit in,” you look at him slightly concerned.

“I get it, but Kitten, the key is to simply act like you do,” He winks as he gets out of the car. You nod to yourself as the valet opens your door and you hand your keys to her.

A bellhop grabs the bags. Austin is right there beside you, hand on your waist, sweeping you confidently into the lobby. A fantastic white sweeping staircase dominates the three story atrium in front of a wall of glass. A huge red sculptural wall abuts the lush living wall that provides the backdrop for the front desk.

Austin leads you up with a little of that Elvis swagger in his gait. It’s sexy as hell. He checks in under a pseudonym. Everyone immediately is treating you both with that deference you thought reserved for rich people. Maybe they know who he is?

Taking Austin’s advice, you just act like someone with money. ‘These old things? Yes, these are exclusive Chacos only for sexy people. This dress, yes it IS vintage, sustainability is so posh,’ you think to yourself, trying to act bored, as though you have seen all this before, even though you are ‘wowing’ on the inside.

“Ah, yes sir, and your tickets will be waiting at will-call tomorrow,” says the concierge with a smile.

Austin also asks for information on where the best shopping is. The concierge recommends a couple places and offers to call ahead for an appointment and an uber whenever you are ready.

The bellhop has your bags on a cart and takes you to your room. You get in the elevator and go up, up, up. He makes small talk, asking if you’d ever been here before and where you were planning on dinner. He recommends the hotel restaurant as well as a couple others near. The bell dings at the top floor and the elevator opens to a beautiful foyer.

“Welcome to the Exquisite Suite Sir,” the bellhop says as he makes a show of opening an elaborate set of double doors, flanked by Carrera Marble columns. You quickly realize why they were treating you and Austin that way. It’s not that they know who he is. It’s that he booked the best suite in the hotel

It is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows, balcony, a huge bed, well placed mirror walls, marble bathroom, a huge tub overlooking the city, a walk-in closet and a full on bar with chilled champagne in a bucket and chocolate dipped strawberries. The bellhop opens the champagne and pours two glasses.

Austin tips the bellhop and closes the door as you pull open the balcony doors and go stand at the clear railing, looking out at the amazing city view.

“Holy crap babe, this is splashy,” you tell him as he brings over the glasses and the strawberries, offering you one. You guys clink, drink and take a bite out of the strawberries. The chocolate, berry and champagne flavors mix in your mouth. It's decadent!

“I figure we have both been working hard and we deserve it.” He wraps his arm around you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what all do you have planned to do?” you ask.

“Apart from you?” he drains his glass and sets it down on the little table and pulls your shoulder strap down, kissing your skin.

“I hoped I would be on the list, yes” you smile, leaning your head to the side so he can kiss up your neck.

“Well,” *kiss* “ I want to take you to get a new dress for tomorrow night,” *kiss* “We have the darkroom tomorrow at one,” *kiss* “And theater tickets at 7,” *kiss* “Anything else is gravy.”*kiss* “We can do that wheel thing," he points out the window to what looks like a Ferris wheel, “ we can walk the gardens, do a museum, find a club, … whatever you want hun.” *kiss*

“Damn, I don’t know what I want to do first,” you say, “ strike that, yes I do.” You set down your champagne, turn around and hands to Austin’s face, press your lips to his. “Thank you Austin,” you whisper against his gorgeous, full lips.

He looks deep into your eyes and says with a straight face, “my pleasure.”

You fucking crack up. He does too.

“Ahhh,” he says on the tail end of his laughter, “no really, I’m so grateful you were willing to come with me.” He leans in and kisses you slowly, deeply.

Your hands are on his neck, playing in his hair. God you love kissing him. The breeze kicks up and your dress billows. Austin's hands land on your naked cheeks.

“Wait a minute, have you been bare under this all afternoon?” he asks, gliding his hands to see if you have on a thong or something.

“Yes,“ you shrug, ”I wanted to be ready, y’know, if we had a chance for a little quickie in the wild.” Your hand migrates to his covered crotch. You feel a growing bulge.

“Did you now,” he says, “Well I can’t decide if that’s naughty or nice.”

“Why not both?” You unzip his fly and pull out his half hard cock. You step back, turn around leaning forward on the railing and step your legs apart. You look over your shoulder at him, then lift up the back of your dress, revealing your naked bum.

“Oh hoh hoh, Kitten,” his hands are on you, one on your ass and one cupping your breast, his mouth kissing, sucking biting your neck. His growing cock rubbing on your bare cheek. His shorts and undies fall to the ground.

His hand slips down your front, between your legs, feeling your soft lips. He presses on either side, making your moist inner lips push out. He milks your lips, going wide and pressing deep, then pushing them together while he pulls away. It makes you suck in breath and breathe out shakily.

“How ready for me are you?” he asks, easily sliding a finger between your lips. ”Oh my, quite.”

He pulls away his finger glistening with moisture and brings it to his mouth. You watch him suck your juices off his finger from the corner of your eye. Twisting, you reach up and pull him down to your mouth. Your tongue flicking on his lip, tasting the slightly salty remnants of you there.

Both of his hands reach down to pull your cheeks apart. His now hard cock slides between your legs, along the line of wetness he created when he pinched your lips. His velvety soft tip feels exquisite along your smooth labia. Luckily you had just got waxed a couple days ago.

You seep more. He slides more. You moan softly. He quietly groans in the back of his throat. He slides his arms under yours, fingers playing with your stiffening nipples.

“Do you want me fuck you Kitten?” he growls in your ear, “out here in broad daylight, with your dress still on?”

“Oh gods yes,” you moan quietly.

You tip your hips just enough to slide him into you on the next thrust. From behind he feels even bigger than usual and the angle hits you just right inside.

Buried deep in you, he laughs low and grips tight to your shoulders from the front. His hips rock back, pulling his cock almost out of you, then thrusts forward, sheathing himself in you again. He hits that spot in you again, making you moan.

Suddenly you hear voices. You both freeze, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. It sounds like from below. You peek over and see a couple on the slightly larger balcony below you. You motion for Austin to look.

You both peer over, him still inside you. The couple start kissing, after a minute, she drops to her knees as he undoes his fly. Her head bobs forward and backward as she starts sucking his cock. It’s fucking hot. You are mesmerized.

“Do you want to go inside?” Austin whispers quietly in your ear.

You shake your head, no.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in your ear, you can hear the smile in his voice.

You just nod.

Slowly, he starts moving in you. Both of you are watching over the balcony.

The man has taken off his shirt, his pants puddled around his ankles. He is moderately muscular. She has added her hand to the stroking of him. He is moaning audibly, hands laced on the back of his neck. You hear “That’s it mama, take it deep, daddy likes your mouth on his cock.” She keeps sucking him, making choking sounds.

You swallow a moan, pressing your lips together.

He stands her up, spit has soaked the front of her blouse. He pulls it off and kneads her big natural breasts. She undoes the bra and he leans down to take her nipples in his mouth. She is beautifully curvy, with long brown hair that falls down her back as he leans her head back, eyes closed, moaning.

Austin’s thrusts become faster.

He is wiggling off her pants. She sits in the balcony chair, her legs over the arms.

“Yeah, you get down there and fuckin’ eat that muff,” she says.

He kneels in front of her and dives into her pussy. She is moaning loudly. “Yeah, get it daddy, tongue-fuck that fuck hole. YES!”

It is so hot watching them fuck with Austin inside you. He starts breathing a little harder in your ear.

You can hear her yelling, “I’m ‘bout to cum daddy, yes, finger me, yes, yes YES!”

You look back down and she has a hold of his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

“Look at her cumming on his face,” Austin whispers to you, fucking you harder now. Your fingers are rubbing around your clit, you hadn't even realized you were touching yourself.

The man is rising up from his knees, stroking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna fuck that sweet cunt now. You ready for me?”

You feel heat rising from your core

“Oh daddy, give me that big cock.” He does have a big cock, you notice. She is bouncing, slapping her pussy with light smacks as he leans over her. “You are so fucking hot baby,” he guides himself into her and starts fucking her hard, planking on the chair.

You are getting close. Your free hand is clutched in Austin’s hair behind you.

“Watch how he makes her tits bounce,” his low voice quiet in your ear. Austin starts fucking you in earnest, as you flicker across your clit with your fingertips.

“Fucking take it mama, take my cock like a champ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna paint your pussy like a Pollak,” you hear him say.

You hear squelching noises, you aren’t sure if they are yours or hers.

Your chin tilted up to the sky, eyes fluttering, you are so close.

“No baby, “ he gently tilts your head down, “watch them cum,” he whispers.

You open your mouth in a silent O just as you hear her screaming “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEAHHH!!” He pulls out of her and jizzes all over her tits and belly.

Your orgasm mushrooms from your clit and g-spot and ruptures into your chest. Screaming silently, your whole body shakes. Austin is gripping you tightly, trying to hold you up as he slams into you, then leans back and thrusts deep, shaking as he silently pumps his cum into you.

“Fuck mama,” the man says, “ that was good, my little exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, I would love it if someone was actually watching us.” She says as they go inside.

“Should we tell them?” you ask Austin as he is pulling out of you, cum dripping down your leg.

“UM no,” he says firmly, “remember, shy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that about you.” You kiss him.

“Let’s clean up and go get you a dress. Although you may want to wear some underthings.” He smiles at you and playfully slaps your ass. ….

You guys uber to a fancy French boutique suggested by the concierge, who made an appointment for you. It’s one of those places that they give you drinks and bring clothes for you to try on.

Austin sits down on the viewing couch with his bourbon. The lady running the shop is painfully thin, even for a French lady. She brings a handful of evening dresses. You tried on a couple, but none of them fit right and they made Austin frown and shake his head.

The lady is unzipping the dress for you in the dressing room. She makes a rude comment under her breath in French about how your muscles were too big for her evening wear, but smiles at you in the mirror.

You turn around, mouth open “Excusez-moi?” you say quietly, “oui, je parle francais,“ then louder and in English, “ My body is kick ass and strong. I’m not gonna let you or anyone else body shame me, especially in a language they don’t think I know. Plus that fucking HOT man out there loves this body.”

You grab your sundress off the satin hanger and shoes from the floor. Confidently you walk out of the dressing room in your bra and panties.

“Et peut-être manger quelque chose, dame grincheuse,” you say to her. She just stands there, mouth open in shock.

You stand in front of Austin, and step into your dress. He is frowning, not at your lack of dress, but at what he heard you say in the dressing room.

“Will you please zip me up babe.” You say calmly, although you are fuming inside.

“Of course Kitten,” he throws his drink back, and stands up and zips up your back. “We will go spend our money somewhere else," he says calmly.

You walk out the door, completely ignoring the shop lady as she stutters out half hearted apologies in French.

Down the street, he stops you and hugs you tight. “I’m sorry love, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just didn’t expect that, especially in this day and age," you blow out a big breath.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“That I was too big and muscle-y for her dresses but in French with a smile on her face, assuming I wouldn’t know what she was saying.” You say exasperated.

“What did you say to her before we left?”

“I told her to eat something, then called her a cranky lady,” he stares at you, you stare at him. You let out a puff of laughter and you both start laughing.

“You are right though,” he gathers you to him, “I do love your body.”

You try another shop, the man running it was amazing. He knew exactly what you needed and within a ½ hour you had a dress that made Austin’s eyes light up. It was deep sparkly blue, off the shoulder and curve hugging with a thigh slit that showed off your sexy leg. It fit you like a glove.

You told Austin he really didn’t have to pay for it.

“Oh no, I insist.” then in a lower voice, “so if I ruin it later, I won’t feel bad about it.”

He hands his credit card to the man, who pretends not to hear, but winks at you as he runs the card. Austin has the dress sent to the hotel. You decided not to look at the price tag, you didn’t want to know. You thanked him profusely.

“Oh you will thank me just fine later,” he says with a wink.

As you walk down the street you see a big sign that says CLUB X. You are intrigued. You walk right in and find a sex toy store. You are giddy! You love these places!

“I’ve never been brave enough to go to a place like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh babe, these places are fun! People aren’t embarrassed about sex and you can ask all the questions.” You are like a kid in a candy store.

You two wander around together at first, then you separate and end up at the other side of the store.

“Can I help you find anything?” you hear the clerk ask him.

“Yes,” says Austin, ”um, I am wondering about these,” he indicates the display in front of him.

The clerk talks to him as you check out rainbow butt plugs and new clit suction toys. You decide to buy a fully submersible vibe, thinking of the huge tub in the hotel room. The clerk talks you into some water play lube and some toy cleaner, which you needed anyway.

“Just don’t use the silicone waterplay lube directly on the silicone toy, do you need some regular lube for it?” they ask, putting your purchases into a black paper bag.

“I definitely do not,” you look over your shoulder at Austin, who is walking towards you. “He keeps me wet enough pretty much all the time. Now if you have an electrolyte drink for sex….”

You both crack up as Austin comes up behind you and puts his arm around your waist. “Oh, wow, yes I can see why, lucky girl.” the clerk says to you quietly.

“You ready to go? I’m hungry,” he says.

“You two enjoy your purchases!” they say, knowingly, as you walk out hand in hand.

“Did you get something babe” you ask.

Austin just winks at you and walks on in search of food. You shake your head and hurry after him. Boys.

You come across an Argentinian grill called La Bocca Bar and decide to have dinner there. You head to the bathroom as you are waiting for a table.

As you step out the bathroom door, you notice a man do a double take and ask Austin if he is, well, himself. He shyly affirms. You keep back and let him do his thing. You are amazed at how kind he is, taking a picture with the guy and chatting. Shaking his hand as he departs.

Once you are seated and have a drink order in, he says, “See, that wasn’t so bad, He was a really nice guy, recognized me from Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s a Quinten Tarantino fan too.”

You sneakily pay for dinner, you couldn't let Austin pay for EVERYTHING. He gives you a squinty-eyed, pursed-lip look and shakes his head. You just smile big and cute.

Walking hand in hand, you wander through the city’s botanical gardens as the sun sets. The gardens are gorgeous. He is gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous too! As it gets darker, he pulls you into a dark little alcove behind a tree and plants a long deep kiss on you. His hand slipping down between your legs.

“Oh Kitten, if I were braver I would lift this dress right here and slip inside you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Fuck, be brave baby,” you whisper back, bunching up the fabric in your fist. His fingers, expecting to find the soft material of your panties, finds only your bare skin.

“Oh hohoh,” he breathes out with a curled lip, “you are so dirty, I love it.” He pushes his fingers inside you, “how are you always so damn wet.”

“You.” Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pressing your body close to his to hide this devious act from any wayward eyes.

He captures your mouth with his. Your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers, the knuckle of his thumb sparking against your clit..

“Fuck that feels good baby” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t stop.”

“You gotta be quiet again.” He lets you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers, kissing your mouth.

You can feel the sparks start to catch fire. Your breath comes short and sharp through your nose. His kiss fanning the flames. He pulls his fingers out and just starts flicking your clit with his fingers. It’s just enough to set you off, flames dancing across your nub and into your core. You quietly moan, muted by his mouth. Your hands grip his arms tight, fingers digging into his flesh. Your stomach tightens and shivers run up and down your spine.

He pulls away, both hand and mouth. Your dress drops, hiding your wet thighs. You lean your head on his chest. Recovering your breath.

You hear the crunching of feet on the pathway. You both freeze until the crunching fades. He lets out the breath he was holding.

“Fuck, that was close’ he says.

“Yeah, but thanks for being brave baby.” You lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

“Lets go back to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Yes please, I need a bath,” you declare, remembering your new toy.

“Yes you do, dirty girl” he says low, “and I need more of you.”

You decide to walk back to the hotel across the Good Will Bridge and along the river front walk. He buys ice cream from a street vendor. It is a perfect night.

Back in the room, Austin draws a hot bath. You put your hair up and sink into the freestanding, oversized oval tub. He turns off the lights and slides in behind you, the water rising to cover your tits. You watch the city lights creating contrasting highlights and shadows across your bodies. You cuddle in the hot water as he runs his fingers over your skin.

Once again, it strikes you how blissful this moment is: the feel of him behind you, the lines he is tracing on your arm and shoulder, the eddies of his breath on your neck; the warm water cocooning you both.

Fucking paradise.

You take in an enormous breath, burrow into him, and exhale the most rapturous sigh.

He hugs you tight to him, kissing your temple.

Bliss.

After a few minutes his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Would you be willing to play a little game with me tomorrow?”

“What are you thinking?” you nuzzle your ear against his lips.

“Well, I am wondering if you’ll let me edge you all day,” he is cupping your breasts in the water.

Immediately you are intrigued, “Oh?”

“Y'know, play with you, get you all hot and bothered but not let you cum. At least not until I say so. I’m curious how you will respond to that,” his hand migrates to your labia, stroking you lightly under the water.

“Well, my demon may eat you alive… but I am game to try.”

“Your demon?” he asks.

“Oh, you have met her,” you smile, “remember that morning when you made me cum and cum and cum?”

Austin nods his head, “Mmm hmm, that was fun .”

“Well, right after I was squatting on your cock and came on your face,“ Austin growls appreciatively behind you pressing his palm into your vulva, “when you told me I needed to be tamed and knocked me down on the bed and I still demanded that you fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he remembers, “ you had this wild look like I was prey or something.”

“Yeah,” you say a little self-consciously, “ you were. Prey. That was my sex demon. She can get out of hand sometimes. I usually keep her on a short leash, although you tend to bring her out.”

“I seemed to be able to handle her then, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he seems confident, ”and if it comes to that, I will just tie her down on my own short leash.“ He rubs his hand back and forth.

“Oh my, “ the idea and pressure start another warm fire behind your clit. “Ok, on one condition.”

“What’s that Kitten,” he rubs a thumb across your nipple.

“That we don’t start until tomorrow morning,” you sit up, reach behind the tub and grab your new vibrator, “cuz I gotta play in this tub!”

“Alright,” he says, pulling you around for a kiss to seal the deal.

His lips are unfathomably soft, the tip of his tongue tickling your bottom lip. You melt into his chest, momentarily forgetting about the vibrator in your hand. Your lips open, pressing together, creating a seal to one another, tongues rolling across one another before pulling back with slight suction forming into two mouths once again with the tiniest of ingressive clicks.

“God I love kissing you,” you say looking into his eyes, “please don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“As long as it’s within my power Kitten,” he agrees, “That’s one of the first things I loved about you, that first night when you kissed me back. I knew that any woman who could kiss like that…” he shakes his head in memory, “well I knew we would fit well together.”

You acknowledge with a soft “yeah” and nod, kissing him again, longer this time. While kissing you, he takes the vibrator from your hand, and starts rubbing it against your pussy lips under the water. It’s off, but the soft silicone covering and the friction feels good.

Your kiss becomes more passionate, leveraging against the side of the tub with your foot to twist and reach up farther to him.

You can feel his hardening cock trapped in an awkward position between your bodies. You lift away from him a little, allowing space for him to rise behind you. You nestle back down against him, reaching for the vibrator with him. You turn it on to the lowest setting and help him press it to your pubis.

The fingers on his other hand drift down to your opening. There is something about the warm water and the vibrations that just hits different, while his fingers swirling in little circle motions just inside you make it all the more.

Guiding the vibe side to side, you snuggle the end down between your labia up against your clit. A moan slips from your lips as your head falls back against Austin’s shoulder as a spike of pleasure arcs up from the vibe.

Your thumb clicks the vibe up a level. Your hips shimmy against the vibrator and his fingers.

“Oh yeah.” he breathes into your ear, pushing his cock against your shaking body. His fingers start moving faster.

Another spike of pleasure shoots through you, then another. Your pussy clenches and you jolt forward, curling around your core.

“Ohhohohoh” you moan, not exactly an orgasm, but close.

Austin extracts his hand from your crotch and lifts your hips. You grab the edge of the tub, dropping the vibe to stand up. You reach for the water play lube and decide to make a show of it, stand up in the tub and bend over really far, Austin’s hands automatically go to your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, Kitten,” he says.

Before you can put lube on it, Austin’s tongue is slurping at the water dripping from your labia, reaching forward, teasing your clit.

“God I love licking you,” he says, lips against your labia and mimicking you from earlier, “please don’t ever stop letting me eat your pussy.”

“As long as it is in my power, Mon Roi.” You mimic back.

He pulls your hips towards him and delves into you, licking and sucking. He. Is. So. Talented. You mentally thank any and all previous lovers who taught him and/or provided opportunity for practice. Your ass shakes on his tongue.

He pulls away, rubbing your saliva soaked lips and utters the best five words of the day: “I want to fuck you.”

You spread some of the waterplay lube onto just your opening, in case you want to play with the toy more on your clit.

“Can you get your cock out of the water?” He pushes his hips up and since the water is lower for you not being in it, you can slather his cock in the silicone based lube. You put your feet on the outside of his legs and flip your legs underneath you, pushing your ass back towards him on your knees.

“Oh yeah Kitten, slide down on me, “ he holds his cock as he guides you down, “oh my god that feels good.”

On your knees, facing away from him, you are impaled on his cock. His hands are pushing and pulling on your hips as much as you are bobbing back and forth on him. The lube is a game changer and doesn’t wash away. Water begins to splash back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, you decide you feel too detached from him. You rise off him and turn around in the tub.

Lowering down onto his cock again, you take his face in your hands and hungrily kiss him. Squatting on your feet this time, you glide up and down the length of him, taking him deep.

Fuck, it feels phenomenal be kissing him and to have him so deep inside you, to be so joined, connected together as one being in the watery chrysalis that is this tub. The beast with two backs, moving together in the ancient rhythm. Water sloshes up and over the thick side of the cauldron. Whatever magic you are making, it is intense.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily, forehead to yours, hands on your face. Your hips stop moving on him.

“My god Kitten, I feel so good when I’m with you,” he says, “not just fucking, but anytime I am with you. ”

“I’m so damn lucky to get to be with you baby, you are….. beyond words, “ you say, leaning in to kiss him hard. His ass flexes and thrusts into you. Your hips start up again.

Suddenly the water is rippling as Austin turns on the wand and pushes it towards your clit. You break away from kissing him and lean back to give him space. One hand around your waist, the other holding the vibe hard to your pussy, he kicks it up one, two levels.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan out, head back.

“Keep going Kitten,” he commands. ”I want to watch you go to pieces on my cock.”

His words fan your flames. You are riding him like a galloping stallion, hard and fast, holding to the side of the tub. His hand keeps the vibe tight against you. Water is splashing everywhere.

Deep below and behind your belly the quickening rises. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth is open, the tip of your tongue flipping back and forth. Suddenly Austin’s wet finger is in your mouth. You suck it, rubbing your tongue vigorously along its length. Your strokes become short and sharp but he is still deep inside you.

“Do it baby, do it,” he says through clenched teeth. He clicks the vibrator up one more level.

The rising erupts over you like lava from your belly. Steam escapes in a full on scream around this finger as you cum. Your back is alternately arching and rounding on his cock. Water swirls, turbulent, around you both.

You are breathing heavily through your nose, humped over him, still sucking his finger.

“I need you out of this tub,” his voice is low and weighty.

You rise off him and he slips out from under you. You collapse into the tub. Getting out, he almost slips on the wet floor. He throws the towel down and turns to help you out. His cock dripping with water and lube in front of you. You look up, it’s gorgeous. Maybe it's the demon in you, but god you love his cock.

He hauls you up onto your feet and helps you get out, reaching down to grab the vibe. He walks you slowly, carefully backwards off the hard, wet floor, wrapping your wet hair around his loose fist.

“Oh Kitten, you got me so fired up,” he is looking you dead in the eye, lust painted all over his face, “making me finger you in public, sloshing up and down on my cock in the tub, the taste of your pussy on my lips.”

Once you hit the carpet, his hand tightens, pulling your head back. Your pussy drenches again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” his lips against your exposed neck, “and when you cum again, cuz you will, I’m not gonna stop, no matter how much you beg me to.”

You shudder in delight at the thought, your demon glinting in your eye. Fuck, you want him. Now.

He pushes you down on the foot of the bed, Your wet hair splays out behind you. The cool night air from the open balcony door turns your skin into gooseflesh.

“Come get me baby, make me beg,” your demon coaxes him on.

Then he is on you with a growl, hands again in your hair. His delicious mouth is on yours, his tongue flicking and playing with yours as he finds his way inside you again.

Your swollen pussy and clit are so sensitive already that you almost cum when he thrusts inside you. You know you are in for it now.

He’s nothing if not honorable and true to his word, starts slamming into you, but with a slow rhythm.

Gripping your hair tight, he stops after each thrust, savoring your moan and your body arching, before slamming in again.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Each stroke is deep and hard.

Each one just a little faster than the last.

Soon he is driving in and out of you with no pause, holding you down by your hair.

You are on the brink of cumming again when he sits back onto his heels and pulls your hips on to his lap. He thrusts the vibe into your hand. You click the button several times and shove it onto your clit. He pushes himself into you and holding on to your hips he continues, dauntless in his quest of ravishing your pussy.

You can feel the heat in your face, rising red. The pulsations on your pussy expand deep into you then explode into particles of pleasure that liquefy in your veins, every cell alight.

Austin keeps fucking you.

You are thrashing on his cock now, handfuls of sheets bunched in your fists.

And he keeps going.

Wordless screams roll from you in time to his thrusts.

He keeps going.

Tears stream out your eyes as your screams turn to sobs of “I can't, no, no, no”.

“Yes yes yes!” he snarls, and he keeps going.

It’s too much, you are flooding him, flooding yourself.

He keeps going.

You are swept away, lost in the erotic pain and pleasure that is the torrent of his pounding dick.

Suddenly, he falls forward on top of you, roaring into your shoulder, thrusting hard, harder, harder into you. You rattle your own teeth with the strength of your shaking under him, clenching down so hard onto his cock.

He lets out a string of profanity, as your pussy milks the cum out of him as you clench and unclench. He is laying on you exhausted, shivering and moaning.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Cry, I will love you, love you, love you

★ Chapter 13 of 15, 3498 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: angst, descriptions of grief and depression

<< 12

18 September, 2019

Matty was right. Everything was okay. Until it wasn’t, and Este got the call.

She dropped everything to catch a plane to London. A train would be too slow. She had to be with her family. The two weeks she spent there felt like some of the longest weeks of her life.

There wasn’t a moment that the universe let her mind rest—it was a constant buzz of anger, sadness, release. She was mad that bad things happened to good people. Sad that there was so little time left. And eventually, two Mondays later, it happened. Este thought that when it did, her emotions would peak and then she’d be on the comedown—slowly, she guessed. But it wasn’t. Every day felt like the worst of what was to come. And the worst kept coming.

The clothes draped on her body remained the same for too long. Even their musty stench that grew as time passed couldn’t inspire her to change, so Cate had to force her out of them. She’d been helpful through those horrid weeks, constantly checking up on her best friend, even coming down to London a couple of times to take Este’s mind off of things and attempt to bring her back down to earth.

Two days after the dreaded Monday, they came back home to Manchester to grab some more of their things. Enough to last them through the weekend and however long Este felt she would need to stay. Work was a worry, but it didn’t matter to her as much as it probably should have.

After helping her flatmate pack another bag and essentially petting her head to sleep, Cate considered how intensely Este’s life had been put on hold to make room for her grief. There was no time to make new memories when she was all consumed with trying to cling to the ones with Florencia. Este was terrified of the reality that one day she’d struggle to remember them as brightly as they once were.

Cate thought about the increasing number displayed in the red notification bubble at the corner of her Messages app, and the people waiting to hear from her. The plans Este must have had, and their inevitable rain-checks. That’s when Matty came to mind. She decided that sending him a text would aid in planning their accommodations back in London, in case of some small chance that he’d have time to be there for the rites.

Matty Healy (famous)

Yesterday at 20:50 PM

hey. i thought i’d let you know that the funeral is on saturday morning. wasn’t sure if este invited you out but i know she’d want you there

i also have no idea where in the world you even are rn

so if you can’t make it then don’t worry

Today at 06:04 AM

Funeral????

I haven’t heard from her since this past Saturday

What’s going on

oh my god. she didn’t tell you

i’m so sorry you had to find out this way and that it isn’t coming from este but her nan passed away on monday.

Shit

I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry

Can I ask what happened?

she’s been in remission for a couple of years, but in mid august ish she got super sick again. everything happened really fast and there weren’t any treatment options.

so at the beginning of september este went down to stay with josé in the house. the whole family went. they at least got to be with each other for her last couple of weeks

Is she still there in London or are u guys in Manchester

she just arrived back to the flat to pick up more of her stuff and figure out her leave from work and stuff with sam

we’re staying the night but heading back tomorrow. wake is on friday morning and the funeral the next day

Was just trying to figure out if somehow I could make it but I’m in Auckland

Would take days on a plane and we have a bunch of Australian shows coming up

I don’t think theres a way

it’s ok matty. she’ll understand

sorry for loading this all on you out of nowhere

No, thank you for telling me

Please let me know if there’s something I can do. Even from all the way out here

Anything

Today at 11:29 AM

i will

but also, just as a heads up, este really is not in a good place. she’s in good hands, so you dont have to worry or anything, but maybe just wait for her to reach out first before saying anything. hopefully you can understand why i ask that of you

hope your shows in australia go well x

Of course I understand x

Thank you Cate

Matty’s heart broke for Este and her family when he read the texts sitting in his notifications after his long plane journey out to New Zealand. In the car ride over to the hotel, Hann took note of how unusually his mouth was pressed into a flat line as he furiously typed away on his phone, eventually asking him what was up.

“Cate’s just told me that Este’s nan just passed.” he explained, “She was just super vague at the start about a funeral and I haven’t heard from Este at all, so I panicked,”

“Did you think she was inviting you to Este’s funeral?”

“Dunno, really. ‘Funeral’ is just a scary word.” Matty continued typing as Cate’s responses came through.

“Shit. Sorry, mate.” said George, giving his condolences. “How old was she?”

“75. Cate’s saying it was cancer.” As he read more texts, the further it was explained.

“The nan with the gallbladder?” Ross asked, a contained amusement sitting on his face as he brought up the story he shared when the guys had first met Este and Cate.

Matty threw him a grimace. “Yes, Ross. I’m sure she had a gallbladder. But if you mean the one who was my nurse after I got mine removed, then also yes.” Despite how inappropriate his joke seemed, Matty was glad the mood lifted when it gained a couple bittersweet chuckles from the rest of the guys. “Este never told me about any of it, so I’m just a bit shocked,”

He’d been frozen with grief before, so he didn’t blame her for not saying anything. Letting her heal was necessary—and his feelings couldn’t matter less in this situation. Plus, the idea of sending a message was too scary. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, or want to overstep. So Cate suggesting he let Este come to him first helped him with the internal dilemma.

She almost regretted reaching out to Matty after discovering that Este hadn’t told him about Florencia. It felt like crossing a boundary; like something that should have been shared on her accord instead of by her best friend over text. To clear her conscience, Cate confessed what she had done as they sat on the train back to London the next day.

“Hey,” she started, to break the silence and grab Este’s attention. Her sad eyes looked up to acknowledge the conversation and her curious eyebrows raised.

“Yesterday I was thinking about where I’d be staying this weekend and if there would be enough room at your grandparents’ house. Which I know you said there would be—but it just had me thinking about everyone who may need accommodations for coming in from out of town—and I thought of Matty. Which in retrospect, was stupid in the first place, since his literal house is in London. Impulsively I just sent him a text without even asking you first, and I feel really guilty for intruding, especially since he let me know that you hadn’t told him or anything. So I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking in the moment, I just—“

A reassuring and gentle hand was felt on Cate’s forearm. It was Este’s, as if to say, ‘It’s okay’. She gave a soft smile and Cate showed one similarly, still holding her breath from the anticipation of what reaction the fact she revealed may conjure.

All she did was swipe away Cate’s auburn hair before leaning her head on her shoulder—where the hair once sat—so that the weight wouldn’t pull on it, sighing quietly. Este didn’t feel strongly about anything at that moment, letting the clunky sounds of the train and the presence of her best friend envelop her numbness.

It wasn’t an active decision to keep Matty uninformed. It was probably due to her refusing to believe it would ever come to the point of relevance. That if she didn’t admit that Florencia was sick again, then the gut-wrenching inevitability couldn’t be real life. And once it was—as much as Este craved the comfort she knew he’d provide her—she couldn’t be rational. It was an all-consuming paralysis.

The air in the house was heavy. Endless paperwork screamed for attention from the dining room table, so her parents and granddad were busy dealing with that; not saying much to the two girls as they entered. A touch on the small of Este’s back was given by José, who didn’t usually use his words to show his love for her anyway. The warmth from where his hand brushed against her lingered for a couple of long seconds.

Before Cate and Este reached the spare room they’d be sharing for the weekend, her mother stopped them.

“You should look at the flowers on the counter, E. They’re beautiful.” said Percy.

Setting her bags down, Este agreed and stepped back out to the kitchen. The bouquet that came into her view was huge. They had received flowers from a couple of people since Monday, mostly dainty and affordable and easy to look at. But this one took her by surprise; its full shape made up of the most colourful foliage she could imagine. Her Lola would have loved it.

You could sense Florencia’s kookiness from the loud and maximalist decor throughout her house. Este acquired the hoarding habits from her. She could recall a couple of times her nan commented on how boring she found pre-made bunches from the supermarket, and how she wished she could combine every different type of bouquet to have one that actually interested her. If someone told Este that her grandmother picked the flowers sitting on the counter in front of her, she’d believe them.

“Wow, they are beautiful.” She mumbled, about to ask her family if they knew who had sent them.

But, a note card stuck out of the top. Este flipped it open.

‘For Este-

Life is just as precious and beautiful as it is unfair. I am so sorry it has been unfair to you. I feel both lucky to have even briefly known Florencia, and also terrible that I can’t be there to support you. Thinking of your family always.

All my love

Matty x’

Her shaky hand grabbed the card and slipped it into the pocket of her sweats for safekeeping—her question now answered. One day she would be able to accept how thoughtful his words were, and even send him a message to say thank you. But that day wasn’t today.

-

23 September, 2019

Sam knew he had to hire another employee at Greenhouse to make up for Este’s absences.

Over the years, there had been many occasions where time off was needed by either her or Oliver or even the owner himself; so there were a few solutions they’d usually jump to. A couple of close friends of the store had been kept on the store’s payroll to jump in when needed. But, Sam had a feeling that he’d be in need of something more. Meeting Este when she was a mere nineteen years old, he was aware of the tightly knit family she possessed—and he had never seen her in the state she was in now. This was clearly world-shifting for her.

She tried to insist on coming back to work that Monday morning, only a week to the day of her grandmother’s passing. Sam could hear the quiet quiver in her voice when they spoke on the phone, already in the process of sorting through CVs and inviting potential hires for interviews. Not with the intent to replace Este, but to ensure she could take the full time she needed off without the pressure of letting the business down. Of course, he refused to make her travel all the way back to Manchester and firmly encouraged her to stay with her family for as long as she wished to.

So, Este stayed in London—for much longer than she expected to. Weeks went by and she was still there. Her mum and dad were forced to leave not long after the weekend of the funeral; on account of some dodgy conversation with their bosses about time off. It didn’t feel right to leave José alone in the house. Este felt his sorrow through their silence. They slept under the same roof every night, both shutting their eyes to be able to see the sparkling memories of Florencia that were painted on the inside of their eyelids.

She did a lot of sleeping, for that very reason. And randomly got really good at Scrabble. Her and her granddad had played a couple of times which sparked her interest, but it soon spiralled into Este playing against computers through an app on her phone for most hours of the day. She thought to herself, After this game I’ll get up and do something else. But she never got up and she never did anything else.

Her vocabulary expanded. Este even considered ordering a Scrabble dictionary off of Amazon. She paid for Prime, so it could even come tomorrow. It’s okay, she reassured, It’ll wear off. I won’t sit here and play Scrabble until the end of time.

But what if I do? she feared.

-

Percy came to visit quite frequently. To both make sure her father and daughter were holding up, all alone in London, and to feel closer to Florencia. The house still smelled like her. Sometimes, she’d have to remind Este to go out and buy groceries after seeing that they were running low; or convince José to pay his bills on time. He had a hard time remembering what day it was.

She brought Dano with her whenever she was over. It helped spike Este’s mood, though temporarily. Her voice would reach its excited high pitch when she heard his paws tap on the hardwood floor and shower him in the only love she had left in her.

Este liked letting her family’s golden retriever up onto her bed, even though the fur that he left behind sometimes made her sneeze in the middle of the night. She liked how warm he was and that the in-and-out of his breathing helped punctuate her thoughts.

One night, she took a break from resting her face against him and gave Cate a call. She was nice enough to come back from Manchester a couple of times to bring more of Este’s belongings from their flat, helping to make the spare room feel more like her own. Cate saw her grief for what it was and gave Este the rigidity that others were scared to. The words she had trouble saying to herself felt easier to believe when her best friend was on the receiving line. Gently petting Dano’s coat, her voice escaped with a tremble.

She talked about how after seeing a trailer for a film called The Farewell (that was coincidentally about a sick grandmother) on the telly a couple of days ago, she hadn’t turned it on since. How she thought rereading Little Women might comfort her, but then she reached the part where Beth dies and couldn’t finish it. How she dreamt of her Lola every night.

But alas, the ponderous energy of the air around her lifted slightly. And when Cate hung up, after both girls lost track of time and realised the late hour, Este leaned back down onto Dano like he was her pillow, surprised to find his fur all wet with her tears.

-

29 October, 2019

Following the release of the third single for Notes On A Conditional Form, Frail State of Mind, Matty and the rest of the band had a couple of weeks off before playing Pitchfork Music Festival in Paris. Though they were still busy writing, the time away from performing left Matty thinking about Este more often. Sure, he was sort of always thinking of her; but it felt elevated during their first long break since he’d last heard from her.

He had sent a couple of texts to Cate to make sure she was alright, but never felt entitled to know more than just that. So, he was shocked to see messages waiting for him, from Este. The sheer anticipation made his thumb shake as it clicked to open it.

E ★

Today at 18:11 PM

I know this is more than a month overdue, but thank you for the flowers and sweet message. They were the most beautiful we’d received. The whole family loved them, and I’m sure my nan would have too

Pls don’t feel bad about not coming in for the funeral. I remembered that you’d be too far and that’s ok. It’s me that should be sorry for not letting u know what was going on. You deserved to know. But I’d be lying if I said i was doing better. Things are still really hard

I hope u can believe me when i say that I really do appreciate you Matty. I know you would be there for me if I let you in. But im sort of struggling to let anyone in rn.

Sorry for spamming you, I will text soon x

Este theres nothing you should be apologising for

Losing my nan was one of the hardest things I’ve had to go through

I’m never more than a text away, just remember that xx

Congrats on the new song too, you can imagine I relate to it a bit. Lol

After those few messages, Matty stopped hearing from her. They gave him a bit of hope, so Este’s radio silence hurt him a little bit more the second time around. He gave up reaching out after just over a month of no responses. Once in a while he would send a text to Cate, just to snuff his fear of something worse going on, and she assured him that she was alive. Not necessarily ‘good’, but alive. Matty guessed that it was a sufficient response and eventually stopped pestering.

It felt odd to mix the song he wrote about her in the studio while they weren’t even in contact. With it only running for a couple of seconds more than two minutes, they didn’t spend an overwhelming amount of time on it. But, as Matty listened back to his buried vocals that sang the lyrics he wrote about Este and their short bursts of memories between dragging months apart, he couldn’t help but yearn for her.

He liked that the song was so short, and that the lyrics were hard to pick apart. It felt like a little moment. The final line, ‘Will you stay or wait?’ repeated through Matty’s head as they perfected the song’s shoe-gazey production, booming in his chest through its painful relevance.

When they reached America for their final leg of tour that year, her name was sketched into Matty’s ear whenever they performed I Couldn’t Be More In Love. But what about these feelings I’ve got, he thought—too literally.

He would meet a fan that had a dimple and would think of her. Or one that had a septum piercing. And think of her if he ever drove past a small book shop.

Then, inevitably, Matty could feel the brightest element of his life slowly dim to darkness—fading into a fleeting moment of his past. But the memory stayed, along with a small glimmer of hope. And he knew he’d be at her feet the minute Este wanted him there again.

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[urfavnegronerd]

i'm old fashioned- ileane woods

sum slight 

parings: pavitr prabahakar x shy black fem military brat reader  

warnings: grammarly edited as per usual, mentions of racism, swearing i think? nun too serious

w/c: 1.35k ish

published: august 9, 2023

song lyrics are italicized 

i’m old fashioned  

Moving to Mumbattan was a huge change. With your Dad in the Navy SEALS you’d gotten used to moving around frequently, never in one place for too long, however, this station seemed like it would last longer than the others. It was scary and you were scared shitless, in a strange new place that seemed to be plagued with bumper-to-bumper traffic, the first thing on your mind was how people would receive you. Sure you’d lived in many places, however not all of them were as accepting of Black girls as they could be. You’d fried your hair down to the roots, essentially forcing yourself to press it every Sunday before the new week of school, and then decided to big chop. Like, big chop, full send, and shave all your hair off. Was it the best choice to shave it all off in a predominantly white Deep South? Fuck no. But it was the push you needed. That was two or three years ago, and your hair had grown back, thick, full, bouncy, and kinky, growing to just under your triple-pierced ears. 

This move felt different though. You were much more jittery. 

“Dad, my stomach hurts, do I have to go today? Can’t I start tomorrow?” 

“Listen soldier, if you’re gonna do something, do it scared,” 

“But Dad–” 

“No buts kiddo, you have your uniform all ironed out?” 

“Yes, sir,” 

“And starched?” 

“Oh jeez, Dad do you want me to look like an old lady?” 

“See, you’re sassy still. You’re fine,” 

“But–” 

“What’s this about?” 

“What if they don’t like my hair?” 

“Your hair looks fine,” 

“Yeah to you! You’re bald,” 

“Why wouldn’t they like your hair?” 

“Cus it’s… different,” 

“I got clippers in the bathroom…” 

“Nevermind,” 

Still terrified, and anxiously gulping down the last dregs of orange juice, you pull off your bonnet and carefully inspect the lemonade braids, intricately patterned into a heart on either side of your head. Like Beyonce, you thought. Pulling the bonnet back onto your head, you grab the Mumbattan Visions Academy uniform from the hook on the bedroom door. Carefully selecting a pair of shoes, you go with navy blue retro space jams you got on a raffle, and you reappear at the bedroom mirror. Once again tugging off your bonnet, you frown at the untamed baby hairs framing your hairline. Applying a thin layer of Vaseline and sunscreen, you delicately lay down your baby hairs and fluff your eyelashes with mascara. 

After what felt like hours of traffic, you arrive on campus. Horrified, you sink down in the passenger seat under your Dad’s laser glare. 

“Isn’t there another school?” 

“No. Go,” 

“But–” 

“Now.” 

No room for arguments. You knew better.  

“Thai food for dinner?” 

“Yeah, Dad.” You smile weakly. “Thai food sounds good.” 

“Do it scared, kid, do it scared.” 

And then he’s off. 

“Hi!” 

Jumping out of your skin you turn around, eyes wide with a mixture of fright and nerves

“I’m Gayatri!” she says, sticking her hand out and beaming. 

“Cool piercings,” 

“Thanks, yours too!” 

Half self-conscious, half flattered, you grab your earlobes and blush. 

“Are you new here?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Welcome,” 

“Thanks,” 

“You’re not one for talking, are you? That’s okay, I talk plenty.” 

Eagerly she snatches your hand and pulls you through the crowd of students, waving every so often. 

“So, do you have your schedule?” 

Nodding your head and mumbling a yeah you unfold the sheet of paper in the pocket of your polo skirt. 

“Nice, we have almost every class together, except these three, but don’t worry, my friend Pavitr has these classes with you. He’s cool don’t worry,” She says, almost motherly, and begins standing on her tiptoes trying to survey the crowd. Confused, you mirror her movements, your toe caps slightly poking your pinky toes. She frantically starts to wave, you don’t mirror this movement. 

“Pav! Over here!” 

She practically bellows across the courtyard, the other students paying absolutely no attention to her abrupt screaming. A tall-ish boy begins to weave through the crowd, gently ‘excuse me’-ing his way through the crowd. 

“Pav, this is my new best friend,” 

“Replacing me already?” 

“Oh, shut up,” 

“Hi, I’m Pavitr.” 

And the connection is almost instant. 

but i don’t mind it  

“Pav,” you mumble from under him, his body weight fully on top of you as you watch an old Bollywood movie he swears by. “My dad’s gonna be home soon.” 

“Just five more minutes, Chittu,” 

“You’ve never met a bald military man, have you?”  

“He can’t be that bad,” 

“Oh, my–” 

You’re interrupted by the heavy steps, no doubt the hefty combat boots your father wears, coming down the hallway to the apartment. 

“Pav, get off!” you whisper, shoving him off you, pulling him you're the half-moved-in bedroom the both of you tripping over empty boxes. 

“Nice shoe collection,” 

“Thanks,” you whisper-shout, pulling him closer to your bay window, fighting to get the fire-escape window open.

“I’m home!” Your father’s voice booms through the apartment. Scrambling with the window and finally getting it open, you frantically motion for him to climb out the fire escape, fear pulsing through your veins. 

“Meri Jaan, why don’t you just introduce me to your dad?” he whispers pointedly, admittedly feeling a bit ashamed of sneaking around. But it wasn’t like the two of you were official yet, he’ll officially officially ask you out soon in a way to appease your father. No matter how difficult

“As much as I’d like to, it doesn’t quite work like that Babycakes,” 

He cocks his head to the side, slightly pausing, at the use of the word ‘babycakes’. 

“Southern thing, tell you about it later, get out,” you motion, still scared out of your mind, brain moving at a thousand miles per second, heart beating out of your chest. “Promise,” 

“[NAME],” your father bellows 

“Coming, Daddy!” you call back “Out.” 

This time, you take no prisoners and gently push him out onto the fire escape. As he climbs down he pauses, pouting as you halfway close the window. Begrudgingly, you lean out and peck a quick kiss onto his lips, and then he nimbly, and incredibly quickly climbs down the fire escape.  

thats how i want to be  

“...And Mr, er, Lieutenant Jean-Baptiste, with your blessing, I would really like for your daughter to be my girlfriend.” 

Your father sighs, the vein in the center of his forehead pronounced, and rubs his eyes. 

“Prabahakar, you do realize that I am still in uniform?” This was entirely true, his medals proudly pinned to the breast pocket of his blue fatigues, your last names carefully etched into his left breast pocket, feet still clad in heavy combat boots. 

“Daddy–” 

“Hush, girl. Prabahakar?” 

“Yes sir,” 

“And I am tired,” 

“Yes, sir, I can’t even imagine,” 

“You cannot even begin to imagine,” he menacingly places both hands on the round kitchen table, standing. He has a good two feet on Pav.

He gulps. 

Your father sighs again, eyes darting between you.  

“You understand how important my daughter is to me?” 

“Yes, Lieutenant,” 

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” 

“I–” 

“Because let me find out she’s cooking a little you in her oven, it will not be a good day for you Prabahakar, I promise,” 

“Daddy–” 

“Hush. Do you understand me?” 

Pav gulps again, clearly terrified to have gone down this route of asking permission, though he knew for a fact telling would have been worse. 

“Yes, Lieutenant,” 

Your father sighs warily, taking a look at your wide and hopeful eyes, then a glance at the sheer anxiety rolling off of Pavitr’s body. Breathing heavily, he rubs his cheeks. Sweet defeat.

“Her curfew during the week is 21:30. Strictly, no foolishness. On weekends I want her back exactly at 22:30. No ifs ands or buts.” 

You smile something terrible and rush to hug your father. 

“Thank you thank you thank you,”  

Later, as the two of you are sitting on the fire escape watching the sun goes down he nudges you. 

“So, your family's pretty old-fashioned then, huh?”

as long as you agree to stay old-fashioned with me.

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would you, write a Zara x reader where reader is this nerdy, socially awkward scientist working in the parks lab and becomes all flustered and wordless whenever zara is around (maybe Claire sends her down to the lab to get an update or pick up some files or smth)?

Hi! I still have to work on my phone so this is short, but I hope you'll like it.

Fascinating (Zara x Fem!Reader)

"Hey doc"

You jumped a bit when the voice sounded right behind you. You had been so busy with your work that you didn't even hear the lab door open, much less the heels of the woman approaching you.

"H-hello Miss Young" you said, staring at the desk and internally cursing yourself for the blush you knew was adorning your cheeks.

"Oh come on Y/N, I've told you before, call me Zara" she laughed, still not leaving your personal space

"I-I don't think t-that's p-professional, miss" you stuttered.

The woman just giggled again, but she finally moved, letting you breathe normally. You glanced at her as she leaned casually against your desk, tipping her head back and making you blush more by exposing her neck.

It was not unusual to have her there. Ever since you started working for Dr. Wu in Jurassic World, the woman had made a place for herself in your daily routine. You knew that Zara was the assistant manager of park operations, so it was her job to take care of all the things that Dearing couldn't do.

Among them were the lab reports that Mr. Masrani insisted on having on his desk daily. You had no idea if the man actually had time to read them, but Wu just did his job and handed them over without argument.

However, sometimes he was too busy too, and Zara had to wait until he handed them over. At first, she just left, promising to come back for them later, but since you'd arrived, the woman found it much more fun to stay with you and see how red she could make you until Wu came to rescue you.

She wasn't dumb, she knew the power she had over you, and she loved it. If she was honest, she found you incredibly cute, and if it wasn't for Claire's stupid rule about not getting involved with co-workers, even if they were from other areas, she would have asked you out a long time ago.

"What are you working on now, princess?" she asked suddenly, making you jump.

"E-eh, I... I shouldn't s-share information with people outside the l-laboratory" you said without being able to look at her

"Okay, then tell me about yourself" Zara smiled "come on, I'm a bit bored here"

"I-I'm not that interesting" you said "I-I don't think there's anything to tell you that c-could get your attention"

"Oh, on the contrary," she said seductively, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I find everything about you incredibly fascinating."

You swallowed hard and for the first time since she arrived, you looked directly at her. She was smirking, but there was no mockery in her eyes and it took your breath away. You didn't know what to do or how to act with her, especially with that small but important (at least for you) confession.

Fortunately, and before you could embarrass yourself, the doors opened and Dr. Wu walked in with a folder in his hand.

"Miss Young" he said, with false respect "here's today's report. Tell your boss that if she wants them faster, next time don't hold me on the phone."

"Oh, don't worry Wu" she smiled "I don't mind waiting. Besides, you have an excellent hostess here"

You wanted to disappear when your boss looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but you quickly let him know with your eyes that you hadn't said anything important to the woman. You supposed your flushed cheeks and obvious nervousness was proof enough for him that you could never get a full sentence out, at least not when Zara Young was in the room.

"Well see you tomorrow Doc" the woman said, winking at you as she left the room.

This time, the sound of her heels echoed in your head as her words repeated themselves over and over in your brain.“I find everything about you incredibly fascinating”

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