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#a bunch of shit that should have been made clear in the text in the first place then your writing is just lazy actually

roosterforme · 6 days

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Aim for the Sky Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley has to preserve your dignity in the most awkward way possible. He's ready for a relaxing few days off at Christmas with your parents, but their visit gets off to a rocky start. But by the end of their trip, Bradley is once again feeling as hopeful for the future as you are.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, titty fuck, swearing, angst, pregnancy

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

It might have been amusing if it was happening to someone else, but it definitely wasn't. It was happening to him. Bradley looked at the time as he backed his Bronco out of the driveway at top speed and took off down the street. You and he should have been leaving now to get to the airport on time to pick up your parents, but that was just going to have to wait.

"Jesus Christ," he growled, barely pausing at the stop sign after he made sure nobody was coming. Bradley Ross was still packing up his truck not five minutes ago, so he couldn't have gone far. Through polite conversation, Bradley knew that the contractor lived a little further south in Coronado, so hopefully he could catch up to him quickly.

Bradley loved you with his whole being. You were the smartest, most capable person he had ever met. You also had pregnancy hormones on the brain, and if you weren't currently forgetting full conversations you'd had, you were falling asleep on a whim. Getting dirty photos from you was always a welcome distraction, but right now, you needed to focus a little extra on everything. Apparently having two Bradleys around was not the best idea.

"Yes," Bradley gasped, hitting the accelerator even though he was approaching a red light. The white Ross Construction pickup truck was stopped and waiting, and he cut into the other lane to pull up right next to it. "Shit," he groaned, realizing he couldn't roll his passenger side window down from the driver's seat. He started honking his horn before the light turned green, and the other Bradley turned to look at him in surprise, but his expression immediately melted into apprehension. It was obvious he'd seen the pictures. "God damn it."

After gesturing wildly for him to pull over, the light turned green, and Bradley was relieved when the truck moved through the intersection and then stopped in front of the first house. He pulled the Bronco over in front of the truck and hopped out as soon as he killed the engine. This was about to be one of the most awkward conversations of his life, and he'd had his share.

"Hey," he said as calmly as he could as the other man put his window down. Then he cleared his throat and sighed. "You may have received a text message from my wife in error."

He was met with bright red cheeks and guilt ridden eyes, and Bradley felt his hands curl into fists at his sides as his nostrils flared. Fucking hell, this man had seen your tits.

"Uh, I'm assuming that the mix-up occurred because of our names?" he asked. Bradley could see his phone sitting in the cupholder, and he wanted to snap it in half.

"That's right," he replied through gritted teeth. How the fuck was he supposed to proceed here? He needed to make sure your dignity was as intact as it could possibly be at this point, and if he had to get a little aggressive, he would. "Mind letting me see your phone?"

The other man reached for it slowly, and Bradley watched him unlock it as he said, "I only saw the message preview when I started driving."

"But you saw it," Bradley snapped, rubbing his temple as he held out his other hand palm side up.

"Yeah."

Once the phone was in his hand, he confirmed that the message was still unread. At least there was that. While Bradley Ross may have seen your glorious breasts for himself, at least he'd only have his memory to rely on from here on out. He took his time and deleted each of the three photos. Then he emptied out the trash folder. Then he double checked that there was no trace of the photos anywhere before he deleted your contact information from the man's address book. After one more quick sweep to be sure his wife's tits were nowhere to be found, he handed the phone back to the abashed looking man.

He wasn't going to apologize for chasing him down, and he wasn't going to threaten him for something you started. Instead Bradley merely muttered, "Happy holidays," before returning to his Bronco and sliding into the seat.

He didn't realize how much his heart was pounding until he was sitting there in the silent interior, watching the Ross Construction truck pull away. He dug your phone out of his pocket while he started to calm down. When he entered your pass code, he saw that you had a new text from Cam but nothing else. Out of extreme caution, he blocked the other Bradley's phone number before deleting it from your address book, and then he started up the engine.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with her?" he muttered to himself as he pulled a u-turn and headed home. He thought about spanking you, but he was certain you'd just enjoy yourself. Frankly he would too. He wanted to lecture you about always checking the recipient before trying to send him something dirty, but he knew you probably already felt badly enough. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw you peering out the front window, waiting for him. Then he walked inside with his fingers wrapped around both phones and found you standing in the middle of the living room.

"What happened?" you asked, worrying your hands in front of your pregnant belly. Your eyes were wide, and you bit down on your lip, clearly beyond concerned to hear what he had to say. All thoughts of scolding you fled his mind, and when he opened his arms, you rushed toward him.

"I took care of it. Deleted everything from his phone."

"On my god," you moaned, your belly pressing against him as you sighed in relief. He wrapped his arms around you as you settled against his chest and looked up at him. "Did he see the photos?" you asked softly. When he nodded, you winced. "I'm so sorry, Roo."

Tears filled your eyes as he sighed and looked around the room. The house was spotlessly clean, and the mostly undecorated Christmas tree was standing tall in the corner by the window. Everything was ready for your parents to get here, but neither of you made a move to leave.

"I'm not mad at you, Sweetheart. It's not like you sent them to him on purpose," he whispered.

"I would never," you replied, voice filled with conviction. "These are all yours. And soon to be Rosie's." You patted your chest, and Bradley smiled.

"She's the only one I'm dividing my time with." He kissed your forehead. "We should leave to get your parents before it gets any later."

You agreed, and Bradley got you all buckled into the red Bronco. Of course there was a ton of traffic now that it was the peak of rush hour, and shortly into the drive you told him, "My dad texted me. They already landed."

"They're just going to have to wait," he replied, trying his best to merge onto the highway.

You were silent for a few minutes while you messed around on your phone, but finally you asked him, "Did you at least like the pictures?"

Bradley glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. "Of your tits?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "You didn't say anything about them."

He was practically ramming into other cars to try to find a spot in the parking garage at San Diego International after chasing down another man and forcefully demanding he hand over his phone, and you were honestly worried about whether or not he liked the way your boobs looked in the photos. He barked out a laugh as he swung the Bronco into a spot and parked.

"What?" you asked, frowning at him. "You've been very vocal about them!"

He gestured for your phone, and you handed it to him before crossing your arms over your chest. Even though the two of you were late, he took a moment to really look at the photos in question again. He liked the first one where it looked like you were about to spill out of your bra. The second was just as nice since you were showing off your breasts and your wedding rings. And the third one was the main event, literally a vivid depiction of where he currently most enjoyed letting himself unload after he fucked you.

"Yes, Baby Girl. I like the pictures. In fact, I love them." He texted them from your phone to his, making sure he had the correct name selected before he gave your phone back. "And I'd love to see them in person when we get home later if you're in the mood."

You rolled your eyes and squeezed your thighs together. "I'll almost certainly be in the mood," you informed him as you opened your door.

"Oh, one more thing," he said, and you glanced back at him as he smirked. "How about you let me be the resident photographer for the time being?"

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Your mom and dad looked annoyed when the two of you showed up late to retrieve them from the airport after weeks of assuring them that you'd pick them up without issue, but as soon as they saw your belly, they calmed down.

"Look at you!" your mom gushed, rubbing her hands together before placing them on your bump. "How's our sweet granddaughter?" she asked as Bradley started to collect their luggage.

"Very active," you told her with a smile. "She'll start doing somersaults if you wait there long enough."

"Really?" your dad chimed in, coming to stand with your mom after helping Bradley. That's how you ended up with four hands plastered to your midsection while your husband stood behind you and kissed your ear.

"Want to tell them her name?" he whispered, his lips brushing your skin. You had to assume he wasn't too upset about Bradley Ross and the boob photos if he was still just as loving as always.

Of course your mom heard every word he said and practically shouted, "You picked out a name?"

You nodded as your parents both stared at you. "Rose."

"Rose!" your mom gasped like she'd just won the lottery.

"That's pretty," your dad mused, and that's when the baby started thumping in what seemed like delight. "I feel her!"

"So do I! Hi, Rose! It's your Nana!"

You desperately wanted to go home and eat dinner, but you stood there until your parents wore themselves out asking questions and trying to feel the baby move. Eventually Bradley said, "You must be tired and hungry. There's food at the house, and the attic renovation is done and ready for you."

"Perfect," your mom replied. "You can just tuck us away up there, and we'll be out of your hair."

"That's the idea," Bradley muttered, and you elbowed him hard in the ribs as he led the way outside, pulling the massive suitcase behind him. "Watch it, Sweetheart, or I'll tell them why we were late."

"You wouldn't," you whispered.

He just shrugged. "You think I care if they know you tried to send me dirty pictures? Really, it just shows how much you love me."

You rolled your eyes as he smirked while your parents chattered away about how crazy it was to spend Christmas in California for the first time ever.

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Bradley thought your parents would be exhausted and in bed as soon as he started cleaning up from dinner, but your dad headed for the nursery to inspect the new furniture which was still in the boxes, and your mom started unpacking your childhood Christmas ornaments from her carry on bag.

"Oh!" you gushed as she handed some to you. "I forgot about these! Bradley, look! It's my handprint from when I was four!"

You were holding up a seriously hideous green and purple Play Doh blog that Tramp was trying to lick, but he couldn't help but smile. "Maybe we can make one with Rosie each year," he mused as you hung it on the tree.

"We have to," you told him as you unwrapped another homemade ornament. You got lost in conversation with your mom, so he wandered to the nursery to see what your dad was up to.

"Hey," he said from the doorway with a little chuckle. Your dad was sitting on the floor with all of the crib parts laid out around him.

"Just checking to make sure everything's here," he muttered, counting a handful of screws. "We're probably going to want to get started on this project first thing in the morning so we have time to get it all done."

"Sure," Bradley agreed. "Thanks again for agreeing to help me with it."

"Happy to help," he murmured, adjusting his reading glasses to peruse the instruction booklet. "Happy to help." Your dad stood and rubbed his back before following Bradley out of the room. They found you and your mom out on the back patio with the lights on, looking at the massive playset.

"It's so cute!" your mom said.

"It's over the top," you responded. "Bradley just had to have it."

"He's going to be a good dad. Give him a break. I can't believe he built this thing by himself."

"Jake helped him," you told her.

"Jake helped a tiny bit," Bradley announced, and you turned to look at him with a little smile. "You know what would be fun?"

"Hmm?" you hummed, and your parents both turned to look at him.

"We could put strings of lights on the playset."

"That's a great idea, Roo!" The three of you were immediately discussing whether the lights should be white or colorful, and you were clapping your hands in excitement. Having your parents out for a California Christmas, especially with the Nugget coming soon, just felt right. The tree he picked out already looked better covered in your ornaments, and your dad was going to help him knock some of his projects off his to-do list.

He didn't feel awkward in his own skin like he did on occasion when he missed his mom so much it hurt. She would have loved every second of your pregnancy. She would have been on the phone every night, bugging the hell out of him, but Bradley would do anything to have her back. When you slipped your hand into his, he pulled you closer and said, "I'm happy your parents are here."

You kissed him right in front of them and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. He vaguely heard your parents say they were going to head up to bed and to have a good night which was convenient, because after everything that happened today, he was ready to be alone with you.

"Come on," he whispered when you broke the kiss. "I want to snuggle with you and Rosie." He called Tramp inside, and you led him toward the bedroom with your hand held loosely in his. But you didn't head for the bathroom or climb into bed. Instead you pulled his shirt off and tugged down his gym shorts and underwear before pointing to the bed.

"Have a seat," you told him, his cock shamelessly responding to you, already bobbing excitedly in anticipation of what was to come. Wordlessly, he took a seat at the edge of the bed and watched you pull your shirt over your belly and all the way off. His lips and hands were on your bump, and when you pulled your sports bra over your head, his mouth found your breasts.

"I've got a little treat for you, Roo," you told him, brushing your fingers through his hair as he pulled your nipple between his lips. You moaned softly and added, "For being the best husband earlier and chasing down the man I accidentally texted dirty pictures to."

He grunted and grinned as he let your nipple pop free. "This is all mine," he said as he gestured at your body, and you nodded vigorously.

"Absolutely." When you took a step toward your nightstand, he whined softly, but when you returned to him with a small bottle of lube in your hand, his eyes lit up.

"What are you doing, Baby Girl?" His voice sounded excited even to his own ears, and he had to reach down to stroke himself as you drizzled the clear lube onto your own breasts before tossing the bottle aside. "What are you gonna let me do to you?"

He swallowed hard as you ran both of your hands slowly along your tits until they were glistening. "I'm going to do all the work," you told him. "Just relax." When you went to kneel in front of him, Bradley helped you get down with his hands on your biceps. And then you took his cock between your lips as your silky, slick fingers glided across his balls.

"Fuck," he sighed, enjoying the sight of your shiny breasts, and a second later his length was sandwiched beautifully between them. "Oh my god."

You smiled up at him as you squeezed your tits together until he was grunting loudly, and then you moved your body slowly up and down. He watched his own cock disappear between your breasts and then reappear over and over. He was mesmerized by the smooth glide and the immaculate view he had of your face and chest.

"Feel good?" you asked, and he nodded like an idiot as he ran his thumb along the perfect curve of your cheek. "You can touch me, Daddy."

"Oh hell." He let his thumb drift down to your nipple as you held him in place and fucked him with your tits until his balls were tight and his leg was shaking. You started kissing at his tip each time it was near your lips, and he had to grab at the bedding to keep himself in check.

After a few more slow movements, you reached for his hands and placed them where yours had been, on the outside of each breast. He squeezed himself in there tight as you said, "Go for it, Roo." Once you were holding onto his thighs to keep yourself steady, Bradley fucked your tits and played with your nipples until he was whining your name.

He knew the attic renovation had been a great idea, but he was surprised it was paying off so soon. Your body felt magical as he went a little faster, and then he was spurting his cum everywhere. Your chin, lips and chest were painted white with his seed, and it dripped down to your belly as your tongue darted out to taste him.

"Holy shit," he panted, looking everywhere for his phone. "I need a picture of this."

You reached into the pocket of his shorts which were on the floor and handed it to him. He took pictures of the pretty mess he made, including one where you were rubbing his cum along your skin. The swell of your belly was beautiful with his baby inside, and Bradley moaned as you licked the bead of cum from the tip of his cock.

"You ready to snuggle?" you asked him, turning to kiss the inside of his thigh.

"Yeah." He really felt like he had it all.

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In the days leading up to Christmas, Bradley and your dad managed to get the furniture built for the nursery with time to spare. "Can you pick a paint color, Sweetheart?" Bradley asked you on the twenty-third, holding up your final two favorites. "Your dad and I can probably get the room painted tomorrow if we go to the store today."

You looked back and forth between the sky blue sample and the rosy pink sample. "I love them both," you whispered, chewing on the tip of your thumb, indecision washing over you.

Bradley turned them around to look at them and seemed to have the same issue. "I have an idea. Will you let me make the decision?"

"Absolutely," you sighed, pleased that you didn't have to pull that trigger. "Whatever you want."

They sent you out for lunch with your mom and Nat on Christmas eve, which actually turned into a stop at the mall with all of the last minute shoppers. You didn't need to buy anything else, but you helped Nat pick out a few things, and your mom seemed amused.

When you got home, all of the windows were open because the house smelled like paint, and your dad and Bradley were assembling something on the living room floor that you didn't know had even been purchased. "What's that?" you asked, eyeing your husband who couldn't seem to help but go overboard. "Bradley, I thought I put a cap on your spending for the baby!"

"It's from us," your parents said in unison.

"Oh."

"Oh," Bradley said, jokingly mimicking your voice. "I told you I was going to behave, and I have been behaving."

You leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "It is a chair?"

"Merry Christmas," your mom said. "It's a glider chair for the nursery. It'll be easier to feed her next to her crib so you can put her right back in bed when she's done. Not that my granddaughter will be anything but the sweetest little girl and most amazing sleeper."

Your eyes welled with tears as you hugged her. "Thanks for the overpriced chair. I love it."

Bradley stood with a soft grunt and reached for your hand. "If the smell isn't bothering you too much, can I show you the paint?"

"Yes," you said, wiping your eyes on his undershirt. You were suddenly so overwhelmed by how your parents came out for the holiday, but more than anything they were helping you get things ready for the next stage of life. Bradley led you down the hallway to the closed door and turned the knob. When he flicked the light on, you gasped. Three walls were blue, and the fourth wall was the dusty rose color you liked so much.

"I was thinking we could get the cloud decals for the blue walls and make the rosy wall look like a sunset," he said softly. "That could be pretty, right?"

You were fully crying now as you hugged him. "I think that sounds beautiful."

He kissed you as his hand settled on the sweet spot on your belly where he could usually feel a kick. "I just want my girls happy."

"We're happy with you."

The two of you spent a few minutes looking at the crib and the new dresser and the changing table. The bedding still needed to be washed, but it was folded on top of the dresser, and you ran your hand along the pastel airplanes and clouds. "I can't wait to meet her."

Bradley held you close and said, "I hope she's just like you."

When you finally walked back out to the kitchen, you were still swiping at your tears. Your mom was putting together some simple finger foods for Christmas Eve dinner, and your dad was putting the finishing touches on the new chair. There were Christmas carols playing softly through your wireless speaker, and you just didn't think the tears were going to stop.

You turned to your husband and quietly sobbed, "I wish your parents were here. I think about them so much, and I hate that I never got to meet either one of them."

"Shhh. Don't cry, Sweetheart," he crooned pulling you to his chest again. "I don't want you to cry." He was quiet for a moment as you looked at the tree, your tears turning the lights into a streaky mess. "My mom would have loved you. And she would have been over the moon for the baby. Just like your parents are. I know it's not fair. I think about it every fucking day, but I don't want you to cry when we still have so much."

You clung to him a little tighter as Rosie did a somersault. "You're right."

Your parents didn't seem concerned when Bradley held you a while longer. Then the four of you ate dinner, and you dipped literally everything into your favorite hot sauce. Then you brought the presents out from their hiding spot in the bathroom closet and set them under the tree while Bradley cleaned up the kitchen. Your mom and dad were already fast asleep by the time you climbed into bed and yawned.

"Can I read to you from the Nugget Notebook?" Bradley asked as he pulled the covers back on his side and got in as well.

"Of course," you whispered, tossing your glasses on your nightstand and snuggling up next to him.

He cleared his throat and you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. "Hey, Rosie. Your mom is so funny. She thinks I've been buying you an exorbitant amount of stuff. She's completely correct. I have been. But you know who's even worse than me? Your grandparents."

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Bradley never let his expectations get ahead of himself on holidays. He spent two decades mostly on his own, doing very little celebrating. But that was before you. By seven o'clock in the morning, you were yanking him out of bed. When he tried to reach for your belly to say good morning, you swatted his hands away and gave him a quick kiss. "Rosie says Merry Christmas. Now let's get up."

"Jesus," he grunted. "What's the rush, Sweetheart?"

You kissed him again and said, "I promised your cousin Brenda we would FaceTime with her, and it's already late in Virginia."

He just stared at you. Somehow you always remembered everything and everyone. He knew you sent cards to his family members, and he knew Brenda would appreciate talking to the two of you. "You're the sweetest thing," he said as he climbed out of bed.

He pulled on his gray sweatpants before following you out of the bedroom. Your parents were already up wearing their matching pajamas, and the whole house smelled like cinnamon rolls and coffee. "Merry Christmas," your mom greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and Bradley did a double take when he saw the tree. There were at least twice as many presents there now as when he went to bed.

"What's this?" he asked. "It actually looks like Santa came."

"Oh, we just brought a few things with us," your mom said. "Things for Rose. And some treats for Tramp."

"Jesus," he muttered as you handed him the iPad. "The baby isn't even here yet, and they just keep getting worse."

You nodded as you dialed Brenda's number, and when she answered, you asked how she was and showed off your bump before handing the call over to Bradley to have a few minutes alone with his mom's favorite cousin. Then he ate six cinnamon rolls and gave himself a stomach ache before it was time to open the enormous pile of presents.

There were onesies and pacifiers and bibs. Toys and a crib mobile that matched the bedding. Bottles and diapers and teething rings and little floral bath towels. Bradley was completely overwhelmed, and he kind of felt terrible when he handed your parents the set of cutting boards and the laser level you and he picked out for them.

"This is for you." He looked up as you held out a box with a smile on your face. "Well, it's for you and for Rosie."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat as you and your parents watched him unwrap a box, and when he pulled the lid off, his face broke out into a huge smile. You and he had matching shirts, and now he'd be able to match with his Nugget, too. "I love it," he said softly, holding up a large shirt and a very small one. The pink floral design was the same color as the bedroom wall he'd just painted yesterday, and the fabric was very soft. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

He kissed you and handed you the tiny box he had tucked back behind all the others. He felt a little nervous giving it to you with your parents here, but it didn't really matter. They would see it eventually anyway. When you opened the little jewelry box and met his eyes, you said, "Help me put it on." He leaned in closer and unclasped your necklace chain. You wore the airplane charm and the little dog tag that said Baby Girl every day, and now you'd have another one with them. "It's absolutely perfect," you whispered as you slid the gold rose onto the chain.

"Just like my girls," he promised. "When she's old enough, I'll buy one for her, too, so you can match."

"I love you." You mashed your lips against his as you crawled to his lap, and Bradley didn't stop your parents from making a detour to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner.

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After Christmas dinner, the four of you drove around in the red Bronco to look at lights. You made a quick trip to drop off presents for Jeremiah, and then you and Bradley stopped by to say goodbye to Bob. He looked like he was glued to Maria, so you took that as a good sign.

"I'll never get over the palm trees covered in lights," your mom remarked from the backseat while Christmas music played on the radio.

You played with your new necklace charm as you said, "I think there are a lot of things here that will always look weird to us."

"We're hardy east coast people," Bradley murmured as he turned back onto your street. "Look, they decorated a cactus," he said in disgust, and you started laughing.

"Is that house for sale?" your dad asked, pointing out the window. "It's hard to tell in the dark."

"Yeah," Bradley replied. "It's been on the market for a few weeks. It looks like it needs a lot of work."

"The last thing we need is a fixer upper," your mom told your dad, and your heart beat a little faster.

"Dad, are you going to retire?" you asked, too afraid to even ask the more pertinent question on your mind as you played with Bradley's fingers on your lap.

"It's within the realm of possibilities," your dad replied. "Your mom wants to move a little closer to the two of you."

"Three!" she said. "Rose will be here before we know it!"

"The three of you," your dad corrected.

This wasn't the first time this topic had been discussed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. "Are you still thinking California?"

You dad laughed. "Your mom is obsessed with the Coronado housing market."

"Obsessed is a strong word," she said, and you gave Bradley's hand a little squeeze.

"Tell me we just finished the attic for nothing," your husband mumbled as your parents argued in the backseat, but you just leaned in and kissed him.

"Aww, come on, Roo. Rosie can make one of those rooms her bedroom in a few years," you told him. "You know, so there's separation."

He grunted in approval, and then your dad asked, "Could you leave the car keys out for us to drive around a bit in the morning before you take us to the airport? The two of you can sleep in while we check out the area a little bit more."

"Absolutely," you told him as Bradley pulled back into the driveway of your cute Craftsman with all the extra bedrooms and the strings of lights around the windows. Your parents climbed out of the back, but you tugged on Bradley's hand to keep him in place. "Can I have another one of my million orgasms while they're driving around tomorrow morning?"

He ran his rough thumb along your cheek and kissed you. "My Baby Girl can have absolutely anything she fucking wants."

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Humbly requesting the stay the night prompt of “wait…you’ve been here all night?” Pairing whatever. Just wanting to see this written out 💜

When you wake, the world feels like it’s trying to hammer you back unconscious.

“Shit…” You say immediately following your groan, pressing the heel of your palm to your eyes to quell the horrible pulsing pain there. The headache feels like it’s trying to carve inside your skull, and you can taste bile still on your lips, tacky in your mouth.

The hell happened last night? You think blearily, blinking in the brightness of late morning sunlight that filters through your curtains. It’s too bright, but when you twist to try and draw them closed your body aches in protest.

You try to recall the evening from the night before, recalling your giggling laughter as Soap slung an arm around your shoulder and dragged you over to the dance floor of the club. He and Gaz had belted out the lyrics to the songs, muffled by the pump of the speakers, had stumbled over to the bar and ordered more drinks. The rest is a dizzying haze of color and light, but judging from your clothes crumpled and the foul taste in your mouth, you can judge it didn’t go well.

“Fuckin hell…” You groan at a fresh wave of throbbing at your temples. Yet your stomach rumbles, empty and biting at your insides, and at last it forces you from bed, stumbling down the stairs of your flat towards the kitchen.

Yet as you enter inside you’re startled to find a gigantic, looming figure in a dark hoodie, mask bunched around his nose as he sips from a mug that seems far too small for his massive hands.

“Ghost?” You squeak in surprise, bracing in the doorway with shock clear across your face.

Ghost looks up at you, dark eyes not smudged with paint and clear behind his plain black balaclava. He doesn’t look surprised to see you at all, unlike you.

“Was beginning to wonder if you were dead.” He remarks flatly, holding your gaze for a long moment, just enough to make your cheeks burn. You’re still dressed in your clothes from last night, hair messy and makeup likely smudged to shit. Yet Ghost appears entirely nonplussed, at last turning towards the kettle.

“You don’t remember.” He observes, and when you shake your head you groan, the motion far too much for your hangover headache. He glances over his shoulder at you, nodding with meaning towards a chair at the kitchen table.

“Where’s Johnny…Gaz?” You ask as you gently lower yourself down, cradling your head in your hands.

“Probably still bollocksed.” Ghost declares, turning and leaning on the counter as the kettle simmers behind him. “They were bog-faced by the time they called me. Said you were fallen from grace, from what I could make out.”

You knew that much, can tell from the way your stomach distantly rolls with discontent. It doesn’t explain why he’s here.

“So what?” You ask, rubbing your temples. “You helped me home?”

Ghost shrugs, mouth quirking with a hint of amusement in a rare glimpse of his expression. “Held your hair while you got sick, made you drink some water, kept you from texting your ex…joking.” He supplies at your aghast expression. “Settled down on your couch to make sure you didn’t wander out into the streets.”

You blink at that, raising your head from your hands and snapping to look at him. “Wait…you’ve been here all night?”

Ghost shrugs again, but this time there’s a strange ounce of guardedness to it, like he’s reluctant to admit he kept watch.

“...and Soap and Gaz?” You venture, and that makes the wry, barely sinister smile return.

“Told ‘em to bugger off. Might have to go hunting in some alleys for them later.”

You aren’t sure whether to laugh or be horrified with the dryness of his tone, half-convinced he’s telling the truth. Before you can ask, the kettle whistles behind him and Ghost turns, pouring the hot water into a second mug.

“Bloody sergeants.” He sighs, a little irritated. “Should have never let them take you out. Can’t be trusted when they’re sloshed.”

There’s a tone there that’s frustrated, and rather than it sitting unhappily in your chest it instead makes you smile.

He was worried.

Ghost turns, sets the mug of tea on the table before you, his hand covering the top. Yet when you reach for it he doesn’t move, and you glance up to see his severe stare leveled down at you.

“No more getting pished.” Ghost tells you severely in a low murmur, and you grimace, duck your head in a rightful amount of shame.

“No more drinking with the sergeants.” You recite dutifully, and Simon huffs a sound that almost feels like a chuckle.

He stands over you, arms crossed as you blow at your tea, watches as you finish it, and you feel warm under his gaze.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x you #stay the night writing prompts #OK BUT I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE #I love Simon's sarcastic and kind of biting humor it's so fun to write #drabbles

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 3 months

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If possible may I request "I do love you, you know. Even if I'm shit at showing it." for Gator please? It feels fitting for him?

Fluff requests! cw: none!! This is a cute piece and the reader is gender neutral so it's open for everyone! Notes: enjoy some fluff!

You and Gator had been dating for nearly six months now, it was your birthday today and honestly you'd expected nothing from Gator. You loved him, but that boy was awful at showing his feelings or even gift buying. You'd gone through Christmas together already and he'd brought you a toaster because you didn't have one. Sure it was a practical gift, and it was sweet but you were pretty sure that he'd done it so he could have breakfast when he stayed over.

Valentine's Day had been and gone and you told him not to buy you anything. It was a pointless holiday in your opinion, love should be shown every day not just only on the 14th of February. A single red rose had arrived at your house that day, you'd thought it was from him but he had no idea what you were talking about.

It turned out it was from a person at your work who had a crush on you, and that had left you feeling rather disappointed. Even though you told him no, you thought maybe he hadn't listened and decided to give you a token of his love and affection. But he didn't and you were slightly disappointed.

But now it was your birthday and you needed to tell yourself not to expect anything and anything he got you would probably be anything but sweet or romantic. He was Gator after all, there wasn't really a romantic bone in his body, he probably thought his cock was and while it was an amazing muscle and you were very satisfied with itâ€¦ it didn't make a relationship.

Curling up on the couch, putting on a movie it had become clear you wouldn't be seeing Gator today, he'd texted earlier a standard happy birthday text and said he had to work. So you spent most of the day at work and now then evening alone. You tried not to be upset, but you couldn't help it. You thought maybe for your birthday he'd show up. But he didn't seem like he was going to.

Just as you started to think about ordering food, you heard your door opening. The only person who had a key was Gator, slowly getting up you nervously crept to the door fearing who had just broken into your house.

Freezing you saw Gator standing there holding a bunch of flowers, your favorite takeout and a small gift bag. “Happy birthday, I wanted to surprise you.” Rushing over you hugged him tightly filled with joy that he'd gone to so much trouble. “I didn't think you were coming.” You admitted as he leaned down and kissed you gently. “I wouldn't miss your birthday.”

Handing you the flowers, he led you to the couch and made you sit down. “Here this is for you.” Placing down the flowers you took the gift bag and opened it to find a small box inside was a beautiful tear drop diamond necklace. "I do love you, you know. Even if I'm shit at showing it." Your heart sped up, it was the first time you'd heard him say it. “I love you too, Gator.” You replied with a smile.

He helped you put on the necklace and then went and got plates for the two of you to eat together. After the pair of you had your fill, you sat cuddling on the couch watching a movie until he took you to bed to show you without words just how much he truly loved you.

#Gator Tillman x reader #Gator Tillman x gn!reader #Gator Tillman x you #gator Tillman x yn #gator x reader #reader x gator Tillman #You x gator tillman #Gn!reader x gator tillman #Y/n x gator Tillman

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leoluved · 1 year

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old fashioned (n.b)

summary: you visit another boring gala with your dad, but you always get rewarded for your attendance. warnings: smut 18+, fem reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, age gap, nathan is 27 and reader is 20, nathan being a lil shit, not proofread cause im lowkey a lazy bastard word count: 1.2 k

You should’ve been feeling a hot, red, shame, embarrassed at the way your fathers boss has himself pressed tightly against you. At a random gala’s bathroom. Your ankle length gown bunched up around your hips. Your pretty matching panties dragged down to your thighs. The man behind you, grunting in your ear as he buries himself further inside you.

Only being able to whimper you turn your head to pull his towards yours, hoping to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He often refuses, opting out of most if not all romantic intimacy with you.

But he indulges you, and you swoon at the honey coated kiss he delivers you. It doesn’t take long for the sweet kiss to turn sloppy, and you gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his tip hitting the deepest parts of you.

You glance forward, staring at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. Your hair is tousled, lips plumped and makeup smudged. You think he likes you this way, always preferring to have his way with you in front of a reflection. Maybe because he loves to look at himself.

When you look behind you, he’s blissed out, head tossed back, eyes closed and brows furrowed. His lips parted, panting slightly. You can tell he’s close, and you watch as his hand snakes up to rub your puffy clit. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again—blame that on how he ate you like a starving man prior to this interaction–shaking and trembling around him as you clench down on his dick.

His hips stutter, and he finds himself grabbing your cheeks to pull you in for another kiss as he fills your insides with ropes of his seed. He grunts, resting his forehead on your shoulder, only taking a couple seconds to enjoy his afterglow before slipping himself out of you and composing himself. You quickly hurry to to the same yourself. Cleaning up and grabbing your purse to fix your makeup.

He snickers in the reflection. Wiping the sweat off his face and fixing his three piece suit. He splashes a bit of water on his face from the sink, before turning to leave you alone in the bathroom.

“You should go out looking like that, I’m sure your father wouldn’t even notice..” And just as usual, he leaves the bathroom. He never talks to you much at these things, but when he sends you a text telling to go to a specific bathroom, you get excited; you feel the need to obey.

You find your seat next to your father again, and send him a tight knit smile. Just as Nathan walks across the stage and stands in front of the podium. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to scan the crowd, landing on you. You clear your throat, and lower your gaze to your lap before you hear him chuckling into the mic.

“What a great ceremony, huh!” His voice booming through the room. He goes on and on about how the company has been doing amazing, meeting quotas and above all marking period. He rambles about their projects and new advertisements. New products and the like.

Now was your least favorite part. Having to mingle with all the other companies invitees. They made you sneer at the obvious way some were trying to make a pass at you.

“Such a lovely girl. You’re in college, right?”

“So nice that you accompany your father to these things. My children have no interest.”

“So…Do you have a boyfriend yet?”

You roll your eyes and excuse yourself to sneak a drink. As soon as you turn around your face to chest with Nathan. Gasping before steadying your fruity drink.

“Nathan.. You scared the fuck out of me.” He shoots you a toothy grin, staring straight at the bruise on your neck. Poorly concealed, bruise. His large hand comes up and moves your hair, showing it off.

“I left some evidence, baby.” He purrs. “Forgive me?” feigning being apologetic. You swat his hand away and fix your hair to cover the mark. Face flushed.

“Nathan. Go away before my father sees us.” You take a gulp of your drink.

“Why? I think it’s time to tell him.” He begins, starting to mockingly sing in your ear.

“That his ceo has been fucking his pretty little girl for a year now. C’mon..”

He urges, pushing you from the small of your back, where you shiver at the contact of his hand there. “Let’s go tell your dad that his boss deflowered his princess.” You stop dead in your tracks at the low tone of his voice in your ear. Smacking the side of his arm.

“What’s gotten into you..? Would you chill out?” You whisper into his ear, hoping he hears how exasperated you are amongst all the crowd and noise.

He slightly frowns, and you find yourself taken aback at his clear display of emotions. He clears his throat before removing the glass from your hands and finishing your drink.

“You’re twenty. You aren’t even supposed to be drinking.” He states coldly. “Ugh. It taste like straight fuckin’ sugar.” He mutters. Setting down the glass sharply before brushing past you to talk to another group. You scoff, and sigh when you realize you’ve accidentally sent Nathan into one of his moods.

You watch Nathan as he shamelessly flirts with other women. The feeling of jealousy rising from the pit of your stomach until it’s everywhere around you. You hate it. You know he would never stoop that low. Still, you hated the way they thought they even had a chance.

You quickly snag an ‘old fashioned’ and finish it in two gulps. Scowling at the taste it leaves in your mouth and the way it makes your entire body shudder.

Feeling brave, you slowly step up next to Nathan, surprised when he actually seems to notice your presence.

He turns to face you, smiling down at you menacingly. You sneer. He excuses the both of you. And with his hand at the small of your back again he leads you away from the group.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t stand to see me mingle?” You roll your eyes. He knows that. He knows you can’t stand it when he does that.

“Nathan. What do you want from me? You wanna go public with our relationship, huh? Tell the world you’re fucking a girl seven years your junior?” You whisper the last part and raise an eyebrow while crossing your arms. He pouts. You’ve never seen him pout in the two whole years you’ve known him.

“Tired of hiding you.” He states it like it’s obvious.

“I think you deserve more than just sex in the bathroom at these random ass galas we both know we hate.”

You grab the sleeve of his arm and take him to a slightly secluded part of the room. There’s a smile on your face that you can’t get seem to get rid of.

“Did you just ask me out?”

He raises an eyebrow down at you.

“Honey. I’ve been cumming in you for a year now and you’re surprised I’m asking you out?” There’s your Nathan. Ever the romantic.

“There he is. There’s my Bateman.” You wrap his arm in his, and stand up as straight as you can. Smiling up at him.

“Let’s go tell ‘em.”

#no one look at me rn #nathan bateman x you #nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #oscar isaac imagine #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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sweetarethediscords · 11 months

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“Fool Me Once” - Part 5

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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Katsuki was able to spend the rest of the weekend in seclusion.

The small stash of food he kept in his dorm room mini fridge and the convection cooktop he stored under his bed for the nights the more inept members of his class had cooking duty served him well, allowing him to stay in his little bubble. A bubble where everything was quiet, where he could get lost in books, build that Gundam model his mom bought for him last Christmas. No manga or music though. The manga he read was much too… optimistic, and the music would mean his phone would have to be on.

Maybe for this Christmas he’d ask for a record player. Anything to make cell phones less of a necessary evil than they already were, filled with stupid text messages, and pictures, and status updates, and shame, and guilt.

He couldn’t do anything about the necessary evil known as time, however, but if he ever met someone with a Time Manipulation quirk he’d sure as shit make good friends with them if it meant avoid shit like the long, agonizing walk to Homeroom after shattering one of your best friends’ heart and lying to her about it.

Well not lying, omitting the truth about it.

Going behind her back and manipulating her.

Betraying her and having the gaul to think he did it for her honor.

And then ignore her after the fact because he was too much of a self-loathing selfish prick to take his fucking guilt on the chin.

Maybe he should call out sick. His stomach was starting to cramp.

“Bakubro!” Eijirou called, giving Katsuki a moment of warning before he clapped his hand onto his shoulder. “I thought you died or something! Were you that hung over? The guys and I’ve been texting you like crazy.”

Katsuki glanced over to find the redhead smiling much too tightly, his jaw tense, a vein bulging in the corner of his temple. Ei’s eyes shifted, gesturing over and over again to something just behind them.

Katsuki, against his best interest, looked over his shoulder and found a mound of pink curls and two, watery, black eyes.

“Oh Kitty Kat!” Mina lamented, taking his attention as permission to hug him. “I’m so sorry! You must be so heartbroken!”

Her arms, meant to be comforting, felt like a vice around his waist.

“I’m proud of you for coming out today. And I’m so so so sorry for not checking in on you! I was just so worried about Chako Chip that—

“Don’t worry about it, Pinky,” he patted her hand before peeling her arms off of him. He cleared his throat and asked the question he’d been avoiding. “How’s she holding up?”

Mina pursed her lips into a sour pout. “I was hoping you’d know.”

Katsuki’s chest hurt. “Why the hell would I know?”

“Because both of you have been holed up in your rooms since that night. I figured if y’all weren’t talking to us you’d at least be talking with each other.” She turned to Eijirou and grabbed his arm. “Now I’m really worried, Ei. Chako wasn’t at breakfast this morning. Tsu hasn’t—”

Eijirou took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure she just needs time, babe.” His eyes left her face to look at Katsuki. “You sure you’ve heard nothing?”

“My phone’s been off.” He fished the glorified glass brick out of his pocket. “I could check.”

“Yeah, check it once we get to class, bro.” He grabbed Katsuki’s shoulder again, a slight bit of tension in the hold that only made Katsuki’s stomach cramp more. “Don’t be surprised if you get a bunch of notifs though, we all were trying to get a hold of you.”

Katsuki rolled his shoulder to knock Ei’s hand off. “You could have knocked, ya know? I fucking live next door to you.”

“’Unless you’re dying, I’m dying, or the whole class is fucking dying, don’t fucking knock on my door,’” Ei replied in his best, curmudgeonly impression of the blond. “I didn’t hear you die, and you weren’t responding to texts so—” He shrugged. “I figured you just needed space.”

What I need is for whatever you want me to look at on my phone to not be there, Katsuki thought. Instead he just tsked, and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Right call. I would have blasted your face in.”

The walk down the hall to their homeroom was haunting. Was the hall always this quiet? Did it always echo their footsteps like that? Katsuki’s palms were sweating, his cramping stomach knotting tighter and tighter with each step. The only thing keeping him moving was his own stubbornness and the pair of footsteps trailing right behind him.

He grabbed the door handle, grip a little more crushing than intended, and held his breath as he opened it – not knowing what to find.

They were greeted with laughter. Happy, bubbly laughter.

Much too happy, bubbly laughter from someone who’s heart had been ripped out of her chest just short of 48 hours ago.

Ochako was laughing up a storm with Denki and Hanta, Tsu standing by her side the only ill-fitting piece to the scene with her uneasy smile compared to the wide grins of the others. The uneasy smile drifted towards Mina, froggy eyes pleading in confusion, searching for an answer Katsuki knew Mina couldn’t give.

He couldn’t give it either, unable to help his direct befuddled glare at her as he stepped beside her.

“Hey, Bakugou!” Her chipper disposition hit his chest before rising up to meet his face. “I was hoping you’d show up. You feeling better?”

“Yeah. Cheeks. Doing just peachy.” He scanned her expression, watching carefully for the truth behind that megawatt smile. There was no way she’d recovered that quickly. When her favorite manga ended she was red-eyed and mopey for a full week after. And that series had a happy ending. “And you?”

She shrugged and giggled. A forced giggle. More even and clipped on the edges, that her usual melodic laugh. “Finally got over my headache, thank goodness.” She looked to Denki and Hanta and rolled her eyes. “Remind me never to mix schnapps and vodka again.”

They laughed.

“I’m telling ya ‘Chako you gotta go green with me one day,” Hanta said. “No more hangovers, still having a good time, and it’ll save your liver.”

Ochako giggled again. “Maybe next time.” She turned back to Katsuki. “I wanted to ask if you were feeling up to a spar session tonight.”

“Tonight?” He looked past the bright facade in her eyes and found the pleading. Guilt made his chest ache. “What time?”

“Anytime works for me. Just gotta finish up whatever homework we get assigned today then I’m free as a bird.”

“We got that thing after dinner, Bakubro, remember?” Hanta interjected, pointedly staring at him. This had to be part of whatever bullshit Eijirou was hinting at.

Katsuki groaned. “It ain’t gonna take the whole fucking night, will it?”

“I don’t think so, but ya never know. When us guys get together—”

“How’s seven sound?” He cut him off. He didn’t want to spend anymore time necessary with the fuckers right now. Not when they were the dumbasses that got him into this fucking mess.

Ochako’s smile inched even wider. “Seven sounds, perfect. Meet you at our usual room?”

“Yup.”

The warning bell rang, prompting them to take their seats.The desk behind Katsuki’s remained empty.

Course the nerd wouldn’t show the fuck up. The future number one is probably clutching All Might’s pant leg crying about—

Aizawa entered the room just before the late bell rang, Izuku following behind with his head down before he broke off to take his seat.

Katsuki fought against the urge to trip him, and instead pulled out his phone to keep from giving the nerd the satisfaction of a death glare and turned it on. It shook in his hand violently as he held it hidden under his desk, each pulse of a new notification slicking his palms in more sweat. He wiped his hand on his pants, passing the phone from hand to hand so it wouldn’t slip out and clatter on the floor until the buzzing stopped.

42 notifications. The top message read: “Operation Milo Emergency Meeting. 2nd floor study hall, library north wing. 6pm.”

Fuck.

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“So,” Hanta said with a heavy sigh. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“Of course it fucking didn’t, numbnuts!” Katsuki roared, voice shaking off the sound proof glass. “Where’s you fucking ‘class unity’ now, huh?!”

“I’m sure it ain’t that bad guys,” Tetsu naively reassured. “I saw Uraraka on my way back from math class. She was smiling!”

“She was smiling, but everyone else isn’t,” Shoto said, pretty boy face drawn into a pretty boy pout. “In all my three years here I’ve never had a quiet meal unless it was after a huge battle. You could hear a pin drop during lunch and dinner.”

“Thanks for stepping up to fight against Midoriya in one v. ones today, Sho,” Ei said. “Last thing we need is Aizawa catching on to what happened.

“Tch. Fucking please. Teach already knows.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest squeezing himself to stave off the growing urge to knock every last one of them’s teeth in. “Wasn’t a coincidence that he and Aizawa came in to home room together, and it wasn’t a fucking coincidence that the nerd wasn’t asked a fucking question during any of our classes.”

“Shit.” Tetsu’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “You think we’re gonna get detention or something?”

“I think Aizawa couldn’t give a rat’s ass so long as this bullshit doesn’t fuck with our studies.”

“And besides,” Shoji added, voice calm and measured. “Outside of the party stuff, if anyone were to be punished it’d be Bakugou.”

Katsuki straightened up, glaring daggers into Shoji’s eyes. “You wanna run that back?”

Shoji was unperturbed by his ire. “Operation Milo was your idea, wasn’t it? You wanted to do something to press the issue.” The unjudging, matter-of-fact way of speaking sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine. “Too much pressure too quickly causes things to break.”

Katsuki ground his teeth. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

“Enough burns to the face have taught us all to leave well enough alone when you’ve set your mind to something.”

“Shoji, dude,” Ei admonished lightly, and placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “We all wanted to do something and your idea—”

Katsuki swatted his hand away. “Don’t try it, Shitty Hair. He’s gotta point.”

A heavy silence lingered as each beat of Katsuki’s heart threatened to cave his chest in.

“So what do we do now?” Shoto asked.

“Fucking nothing,” Katsuki scoffed. “We’ve already shit the bed. No use rolling around in it.”

“Or we could clean the sheets,” Hanta offered. “If Midoriya and Uraraka show everyone that there’s no bad blood between them—”

“But Chako is all smiles.” Tetsu interrupted. “Why would anyone—”

“Because she’s faking it,” Katsuki answered. “If things were good between her and the nerd they’d be talking to each other, eating lunch like usual, goofing around with Glasses… the girls only lunch they had today is proof enough that everything isn’t okay.”

“Well, you’re sparring with her after this, right?” Hanta asked, already knowing the answer. “Talk to her about Midoriya, see if you can—”

“I ain’t seeing shit. I already fucked her up enough.” Katsuki grabbed his gym bag and stood. “I ain’t playing mind games with her.”

“Where are you going?” Shoto asked.

“This conversation is going nowhere. We made this mess, meddling will only spread the shit. Let’s just fucking lie in it and let time work it out.”

He slammed the door behind him as he left, cutting off whatever bullshit excuse they were about to spew next.

Katsuki’s knees gave out just outside the gym, the guilt, the nerves, the self loathing finally getting the better of him. He managed to make it to a nearby tree and leaned his head back up against the trunk as he sat and tried to catch the breath that kept escaping him. Fuck sparring with Cheeks, his heart was racing enough to make up for all the cardio routines he skipped this weekend.

Would telling her make it better? Worse? How fragile was she? She hadn’t texted him this weekend while he was AWOL, so maybe she was holding up better than he realized. Or maybe someone let it slip that he masterminded this whole fiasco, that he Izuku was shopping around with Melissa and the sparring session was a ruse for her to kick his ass.

Honestly he deserved to have his ass kicked, deserved to let the earth swallow him whole and send him down to—

Two small, soft, finger-padded hands clasped the sides of his face, clearing the tears blurring his vision.

When had he started crying?

“Bakugou? Are you alright?” Ochako asked.

He sniffled, blinking his eyes to clear the tears. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” She wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb. “It’s okay if you aren’t.” A sad smile, a true smile curled her lips. “I know I’ve cried so much these past few days my pillow is waterlogged.”

A fresh spring of tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and tutted. “You don’t have to apologize for crying to me. We’ve been through a lot.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Let’s throw it all out on the mat, huh? I’m warning you now though. My hits are really gonna pack a punch.”

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Next Part ->

#kacchako #kacchako fanfic #angst #cheating #romance #friends to lovers #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #uraraka ochako #uraraka #bnha #third years #aged up characters #fool me once

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 1 year

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Heaven- Flicker Chapter 5

Warning. This chapter contains smut. Use of toys, teasing, fingering. Probably a bunch more. Language. Proceed with caution. Minors DNI

Friday, February 3rd. 8:30am

I wake up with the sun glaring in my eyes. I move to sit up when I feel something pulling me back down. I'm turned around only to face a sleepy Niall, who is squinting with a smile on his face.

He leans in and pecks my lips, sighing into the kiss.

"G'mornin' Em."

I smile and snuggle up to him.

"Good-"

Before I can finish, my bedroom door slams open and in stomps a fiery Jenny.

"Em, I can't fucking take them anymore! I swear to god I'm going to actually kill them!"

My mouth gapes open as I turn my head to her and she finally calms down enough to look at me clearly. It then seems to sync in with her that I am not alone.

"Oh... Well this is very awkward. Okay.. Um just letting you know, I'm gonna be burying some bodies. Cool okay so you guys have fun and um use protection!"

She rushes through her words and quickly leaves, though her embarrassment is clear on her face as she closes the door.

Niall and I burst out laughing and he hugs me tight.

"Should we go see what that was about?"

I giggle, running my fingers through his hair as I nod.

"I suppose we should before I find blood on my hardwood floors. But I think I need coffee now."

He smiles and nods, squeezing me one more time before he lets me go. I sit up, getting out of bed as I run my fingers through my hair, too lazy to grab a brush. I walk over to my dresser, pulling out Niall's sweatpants he gave me and a pair of basketball shorts.

"Babe."

He looks up at me from across the room as he rummages through his bag, just soon enough to catch him the sweatpants I tossed to him.

"Ah! Thank ya, Petal! Perfect! Maybe a shirt too? All I've got is polos."

I smile and nod, slipping on my shorts and throwing my hair in a ponytail before walking over to my closet. I pull out an old Fall Out shirt and hand it to him. He chuckles when he sees the shirt and shakes his head.

"What? Would you rather I give you a shirt with your face on it?"

I pull out my Midnight Memories shirt slightly and he throws his head back in a laugh.

"I'm fine, Babe. This is perfect."

I smirk and let the shirt go before closing my closet. He takes the shirt from me and quickly gets dressed, taking my hand when he's finished. I open my bedroom door and we walk down the hallway and down the stairs, reaching the living room.

Jenny is standing at the kitchen island, voice raised at she yells at Aleks and Zach. We walk past them into the kitchen and I start preparing my coffee when Jenny snags my attention.

"Em! Will you please remind these idiots about our rules for takeout containers?"

I sigh, setting down my mug as I lean on Niall. I turn around, all eyes on me and nod my head.

"If you didn't buy it, don't touch it. If you really want it, text the group chat and ask. If you're told no then it's no. Now can we chill out? It's way too early for this shit and I haven't even had coffee."

Jenny huffs and the boys, excluding Niall, groan. I pour creamer into my steaming coffee and stir it as I continue to talk.

"Zachary, you're replacing Jenny's sushi."

"How did you-"

With my coffee ready, I pull down a mug for Niall and step aside a little, giving him room to make his own before turning around.

"I'm not stupid? You ate my leftover Kura last week too but I didn't care and was in no mood to complain. You've been doing it a lot. Aleks ate my leftover Firehouse too. You guys just gotta get better about asking."

I begin to sip my coffee but stop mid sip as Zach lets out a snarky reply.

"Maybe you should be asking if you can have people over."

I drink the remainder of my coffee, setting my mug down on the counter behind me before grabbing the collar of Zach's shirt.

"Listen up, buttercup. Last time I checked, you're not paying rent on the house. I do, so I have a say in who comes into my home. And another thing! We never made a rule about bringing anyone home! You've brought all your girlfriends home! Check your bull shit at the door or don't bother coming home. I'm getting kind of sick of your attitude lately."

I let go of him and walk back over to Niall, leaning on him for comfort.He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close, rocking me back and forth.

"I'm sorry... You guys were... Just a bit loud last night. We're all a little tired."

My face heats up and I bury my head into Niall's chest as his hold on me tightens.

"Um... 'M sorry about that. Not really used t' havin' others in the house. We'll try and keep it down next time."

Jenny snorts, Zach rolls his eyes and Aleks begins to make gagging sounds. I lift my head up and glare at them as Niall chuckles.

"You're children. All of you. I hate you."

Everyone laughs and Niall starts to rub my back when I hear a phone begin to ring.

I can feel it vibrating and that's when I realize that it's Niall's phone.

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at-

Niall sighs and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out his phone before hitting the green button and raising it to his ear.

"Yeah, what's up- What?! Yer fuckin' kidding me... Alright... Yeah yeah I'll be there soon. Okay... bye."

He hangs up and tucks his phone back into his pocket before wrapping his arms back around me and I look up at him and he stares into my eyes.

"M sorry Petal, but I have t' go. Somethin' went wrong at the studio and I gotta go fix it."

I nod, trying to hide my sadness. He lets me go and we head upstairs so he can get dressed. He quickly gets dressed and gets his things together, so we head downstairs. He waves to everyone, but only Jenny and Aleks wave back to him.

"It was nice seein' you all! See ya Sunday!"

I nod to them and open the door, walking Niall out to his car. He loads his bag in and opens the driver door before turning back to me, holding his arms wide open.

Tears threaten to spill as I walk into his arms and he squeezes me tight as I start to let out little sniffles. He kisses the top of my head and begins to rub my back with one hand and caress my head with the other.

"Shh I know. It'll be okay though, Em."

I pout and bury my head in his chest.

"Just... I'm gonna miss you a lot."

He pushes me away and before I can argue, he lifts me up and presses his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as my lips move against his.

He squeezes me tight before pulling away, setting me back down on the ground. He kisses my forehead and lets go of me, a small smile on his face.

"I promise, it'll go by fast. It's only 2 days. Think you can do that for me?"

I pout but nod my head.

He's right... It is just two day but the thought of him leaving... It hurts thinking about it, let alone seeing him leave...

With one last kiss, he lets me go and gets into his car, waving as he pulls out of the driveway. I sigh and head back inside, praying for the days to go by fast.

Sunday, February 5th 2:15pm

It's the day of the party and we've been running around the house all morning. Cleaning up messes the boys forgot to clean up and putting away all the miscellaneous shit that shouldn't have been out in the first place.

Jenny and Aleks went to go pick up the food and Zach is doing a last minute recording session, leaving me home to decorate and wait for people to get here. I finish hanging up some extra decorations Aleks had picked up when there's a knock at the door.

I look down at my watch and furrow my brows.

It's not even 3. Who could possibly be here?

I pin up the decorations in my hands and step off the stool before walking over to the front door and opening it. As soon as I see who it is, a wide smile makes its way on to my face.

Before I can say anything, arms are pulling me through the door, lifting me off the ground as I'm pulled into a tight hug.

"Niall!"

I look down at him and his comforting smile gives me butterflies. He holds me close to him and I take in his comforting scent.

"I missed ya, Em. Y've no idea how much."

I giggle and shake my head as he pecks my lips before putting me down.

"I don't know... I probably missed you a lot more."

He keeps an arm around my waist as we walk inside, Niall letting out a small laugh as I close the door behind us.

"That's one hell of a shirt, Em. Ya tryin' t' spread the luck?"

I look at him, raising a brow in confusion before it hits me.

Oh yeah. That.

"Hey! I got it for Christmas! It just felt fitting and I don't have a Lizzo shirt."

He laughs once more as I guide him over to the long couch and he takes a seat at the end, pulling me down into his lap.

" 'M just teasin' ya, baby. It's cute. Maybe you'll get one of me if I ever win one."

I look up at him to correct him.

"You mean when you win one. And you will. I know you will. But I will never be any less proud of you. I love your music and I will always be supportive of you."

He smiles and leans down, pecking my lips.

"Thought I's supposed to be the cheesy one in this relationship."

I giggle and cuddle up to him, shaking my head.

"No, sorry. I coined the cheese. You got your pretty looks and sexy voice without it. I got jack shit."

He lets out a loud laugh as he squeezes me tight. He than leans down to my ear and whispers something to me, causing shivers to run through my body.

"Now that's not true. Yer funny, kind and y've got no idea how sexy yer voice is t' me. 'Specially when yer moanin' fer me or sayin' my name."

"Ni-"

He begins to trace kisses up and down my neck before he settles on my collarbone and sucks on it.

"Missed my girl... So much. I think ya missed me just as much, didn't ya?"

I nod my head as continues to suck, letting out little moans as my toes curl.

"Ni- More. Please? L-like you did the other day?"

He pulls away from my neck and I pout as he turns me around in his lap so I'm facing him. He pulls me back in close and whispers to me.

"Ya liked that, honey? Ya liked when I ate ya out?"

I blush, nodding as he smiles and pecks my lips.

"Me too, Petal. Y've no idea how good you tasted on my tongue. Can I taste you, baby?"

Instead of answering, I grab his shirt, fisting it in my hands, and pull him into me, slamming my lips on his in a kiss. I feel him smile against my lips as he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me even closer to the point where there is no distance between us.

Our lips move in sync and all that can be heard is quiet moans and panting coming from our lips. Niall taps on my back and I hesitantly pull away from him, leaving both of us a panting mess.

"Hold on, Em. Let's... Let's go upstairs, yeah? Wrap yer legs around me."

I nod and do as he says. He holds onto me tight and stands up. Just as he turns to head to the stairs, the front door opens and I groan. In walks a horrified Rico and a very confused Aaron.

Niall puts me down and I get flustered, turning to yell at the two men in frustration.

"You idiots! You don't live here! Why didn't you knock?!"

Aaron covers his mouth to hold back a laugh and Rico shouts back at me, totally out of character.

"Nuh uh, missy! You're still a little girl! No sex for you! Stay little forever!"

He pulls me away from Niall and holds me in a protective but possessive embrace, one arm around me and the other on top of my head.

"Aaron... Be my voice of reason, please! This is embarrassing..."

Aaron laughs and I look at Niall with a pleading look on my face. He simply smiles and nods. I manage to get out of Rico's monster hold and leap to Niall, who catches me in his arms. Our attention then turns to the other two men, Aaron with a hand now on Rico's back.

"Listen, buddy. She's not a baby anymore. She can take care of herself! Trust me, especially because it's me. I'm her older brother. Let's give him a chance."

Rico sighs and slumps where he stands, nodding his head before he straightens himself. Niall lets me going and I walk over to the other two, pulling them into hugs.

"I love you both, you know that. But Niall is important to me, and I want you to like him and get to know him."

I pull away from them and they nod and I make my way back to Niall, who happily takes me back into his arms, my back resting against his chest and his arms around my waist.

Aaron and Rico walk up to us and shake hands with Niall, introducing themselves.

"It's nice to meet ya. But I do have a question. I thought ya only had sisters, Em. Aaron is your brother?"

We all laugh and I shake my head, turning in his arms and patting his chest.

"I've known Aaron the longest out of anyone. My whole career. We were both itty bitty fetuses when we started and he was the closest to my age and wasn't trying to parent me. So he kind of took me under his wing and we pretty much just became siblings."

Aaron smirks and nods.

"That's true. In fact, I've got a shit ton of embarrassing videos and pics from the years and I've got time."

Niall and Rico laugh and I just scoff.

"Don't forget, I know where you sleep Aaron Mitchell and I have your mother's number. Try it, I dare you. "

I glare at him, only causing him to laugh more. Before I can say anything else, the front door opens and in walks Jenny, Aleks, Zach and the rest of the people that were invited.

We get the food set up and then everyone settles in the living room as Aleks sets up the projector. I cuddle up close to Niall as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. With a bowl of popcorn in my lap and snacks shared through the room, all eyes shift to the screen to see the awards starting.

"Hey, Niall, did you ever go to the Grammys? Seems like something you would've done over the years, right?"

Aleks looks away from the screen to look at Niall, waiting for an answer. Niall gives him a small smile and shakes his head.

"No, never. One Direction was never nominated and I've never been nominated as a solo artist."

I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Yet. You will be, though. You're gonna kick ass too."

Niall laughs and pecks my lips and it's quiet for a minute until Rico says something.

"Wait... You were in a band?! And you're a musician?! I thought you were just a normal dude!"

We all laugh and I can't help but snort.

"Rico, I swear to god. I used to talk about him all the time before I met him, do you not listen to me?"

He shrugs and shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, returning his attention to the screen. We spend the rest of the night cheering and dancing as awards are presented. When Harry wins album of the year, Niall gives me a bear hug, a huge smile on his face.

"He really deserves that. That album was something else!"

I smile and nod, kissing his cheek as he holds me close. We all hang out for a bit until Rico and Aaron decide to head home, due to it being almost midnight. Aleks gets up from the couch, stretching as he begins to make his way to his room with Jenny and Zach following him to their own rooms, leaving Niall and I alone.

I cuddle up to him and he squeezes me tight, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"It's late, do you wanna stay the night? I think I've got some of your clothes in my dresser."

I pull away and he nods with a smile, before taking me back into his arms and picking me up, carrying me to my bedroom as my laughs echo through the hallway. When we get inside my room, he puts me down and heads over to my dresser to pull out his clothes while I throw the extra pillows off my bed.

"Em."

I turn my attention away from the pillows and when I look at Niall, seeing what is in his hand, my face burns up.

That's... That's the vibrator that Jenny gave me... She had accidentally bought an extra and couldn't return it and forced it on me...

"Um-."

"Ya don't have to hide from me, babe."

I turn my attention back to my bed, now embarrassed as I continue to prep my bed for sleep.

"Forget it, Niall. I haven't opened it. Just pretend like you didn't see it and put it back."

"Did ya... Do ya want me to use it on ya?"

I drop the covers as I turn back to him, my cheeks bright red and my mouth gaped. He steps closer to me and I start to get a little nervous.

"I-I've never used it.. Used any... How would-."

"Do ya want me to, Petal? We don't have to, but if you and to try, I would love to help ya..."

I bite my lip and advert my eyes to the floor as I nod. Niall pulls me into his arms, both hands on my waist as I look up at him and he looks down with a smile.

"Can we try something else, Petal? I wanna see ya. All of ya. Can we... Are you comfortable enough to do that now?"

I bite my lip once more before pausing.

"Could you... do it first? T-take yours off... J-just not your underwear."

He smiles and nods, quickly removing his shirt and his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. He turns his attention back to me and I slowly remove my shirt before unbuttoning my jeans and stepping out of them, leaving me in my bra and panties.

"Can those come off too, Baby? I want to see you. All of you. I want to see my girl."

I give him a nervous nod and I reach around my back and attempt to unclasp my bra with shaking hands. Niall puts his hand on mine and gives me a smile, somehow giving me the push I needed to relax and give in.

He unclasps my bra and pushed the straps off my shoulders, causing it to fall to the ground. I pull down my panties, leaving me completely naked in front of him. He pecks my lips a few times before he guides me over to my bed and we sit down. He pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest and my cheeks start to burn up again.

He pulls the toy out of the packaging as he starts to rub my back in a comforting manner.

"Hey, Petal. Ya got any batteries? I need two AAA."

I nod and lean forward, reaching into the nightstand closest to me. I pull out the batteries and hand them back to him. He puts them in and I hear a faint buzz before he turns it off again.

"Okay, pretty girl. I gotta make sure yer doin' okay, first. You want me to touch ya a bit before we start?"

"P-Please. I'm a little nervous..."

He leaves a couple kisses and I feel a finger start to rub on my clit, causing me to gasp and lean more into Niall.

"Dirty girl. Did ya get this wet jus' thinkin about me touching you with your little toy? God baby, you're practically dripping."

I let out a quiet, breathy moan as he continues to torment my clit with his finger, only pushing his finger an inch in before pulling back out.

"N-Niall, please. I-I've wanted you all day. Please... I need more, I'm ready. Please touch me..."

He sucks on my neck as he turns the vibrator back on, slowly bringing it to my clit.

"Alright, baby. Im gonna start ya on the lowest setting and we'll work our way up to more. But ya gotta keep quiet, remember?"

I bite my lip as he places the vibrator on my clit. My breath hitches as he begins to rub it up and down, the unfamiliar feeling threatening to send me over the edge already. He turns up the setting more and I have to swallow a moan as I throw my head back onto Niall's shoulder.

"Okay pretty girl, I'm gonna throw ya a bit of a curve ball. Think ya can handle it?"

I nod and I squirm in his hold. He smiles and pushes the vibrator onto my clit a little more.

"That's my good girl. Ya see that mirror right in front of us? I want ya to watch what I'm doing to ya. Keep yer eyes open and on us. Every time ya look away, I stop. Think ya can handle that?"

I nod my head as I curl my toes, my eyes opening and looking into the mirror.

"Words, baby. I need to hear you."

"Y-Yes, I think I can do that."

I see him smile in the mirror as I feel him turn the settings up. I throw my head back, letting out a quiet moan until I feel the buzz between my legs stop.

"Niall!"

"Eyes on us, Em. Eyes on us."

I look back into the mirror and as he rubs the vibrator on my clit, I start to find it hard to breathe.

"Niall-."

He hushes me and turns the vibrator onto the highest setting, causing me to squeal and once again, throw my head back into his shoulder as my toes curl at the unbearable pleasure. Until he stops. Again.

"I'm not gonna tell ya again, pretty girl. Look at what I'm doin' to ya. Yer probably close, right? Yer gonna be a good girl. Since ya can't seem to look in the mirror, yer gonna turn around. Yer gonna look me in the eyes and stroke my cock while I fuck you with this little toy of yours. And yer not gonna come until I say. Understood?"

I nod my head but instantly whine as he turns the vibrator off again.

"Y-Yes."

"Yes who? I can't hear ya much, Petal."

"Y-Yes sir, I understand."

I feel his cock harden against me before he quickly flips me around and kicks his boxers off before I can even blink. He turns the vibrator back on and I spit in my hand before placing it on his cock. We give each other a knowing look before starting.

I stare into his ocean eyes as I start to stroke his hardened cock, already dripping with arousal as he starts the vibrator again, pushing it back against my clit as he starts to rub it up and down. It only takes a few minutes but I feel as if I'm about to burst, and I think he is too.

"Fuck, baby! Doin' such a good job fer me. I think I'm gonna come, are ya ready baby? Where do ya want me, Petal?"

"God, Niall! Fuck! P-please! On me! I'm close too!"

His other hand finds my clit as he continues to pleasure me with the small toy.

"Come for me, baby. Come with me."

With one last pump of his cock, Niall comes all over my chest and it drips down my breasts, onto my stomach. I let go of his cock and grab onto his shoulders, riding out my own high as I come all over the vibrator.

"F-Fuck! Niall! I-I! I feel so!"

He hushes me as I come undone, whispering words of comfort.

"I know baby, I know. You did so good. Just let go fer me."

He tosses the vibrator off to the side and we both look down to see one another coated in the others come.

"F-fuck Petal, ya squirted on me! Fuck that's hot."

I let out a small, breathy laugh before falling back into my bed, my arms spread out. Niall gets up from my bed and grabs a towel from my closet. He wipes himself off before he comes back over to the bed and gently wipes me clean.

"Ya did good, Em. So good. I'm proud of ya."

I give him a small smile and he walks over to my dresser, starting to pull out clothes, but I stop him.

"Hey... Ni? Can we... sleep like this? I want to be close to you..."

He smiles and nods, shutting my dresser before walking back over to the bed and he gets under the covers. He pulls me under the covers and pulls me close, laying my head on his chest and he begins to rub his hand up and down my back, causing me to drift to sleep.

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February 11th, 2023 Animate Columbus Columbus, Ohio

I'm currently at another convention, this time for Galaxy Con in Ohio. It's late though and everything is starting to settle down, especially for a Saturday, so I send Penny, my assistant, to fetch us some dinner while I check my phone.

Upon seeing my most recent text notification, a smile appears on my face. Niall.

I open his text and begin to text him.

You're kidding me... Right? There's no way he's actually torn up about this.

I sigh as I text him back and settle on FaceTiming him. My phone barely rings for a second before he answers and I see his face appear on the screen, his eyes lighting up the second he sees me.

"There's my girl!"

I giggle and shake my head at him as I hold my phone in my hands.

"Hi Ni. You miss me that much?"

He throws his head back in a laugh before shaking his head.

"No! More! Oh, forgot t' ask ya. Valentine's Day, can ya take it off?"

I open my mouth to say something and I suddenly remember.

Shit! My mom's birthday! I'll be home! Crap.

"Actually... about that. I totally forgot but I don't need you to pick me up Sunday. I have another flight to catch. It's my mom's birthday on the 13th and I promised her I'd be there to meet her new boyfriend. And I won't be back until the 15th..."

He frowns and nods in understanding. My heart drops seeing him so sad when I suddenly think of something.

"Hey! Why don't you come home with me! My mom already knows you but now you can meet her as my boyfriend! And you can meet my sisters and my nephews! That way we can spend Valentines Day together too! That is... If you don't have anything planned."

His eyes light up once more and he flashes me his gorgeous smile, never ceasing to make my heart melt.

"I'd love to! If yer willin' to have me, then fuck yes! Maybe you can show me around-."

I notice a little girl and her brother I assume, start to come up to me, cosplaying as one of my characters. I cut him off for a quick second so I could talk to them.

"Hey Niall hold that thought a quick sec, just a quick sec, baby."

He nods and I lay my phone on the table so he can still see me but I turn my attention to the little girl in front of me.

"Hello, Gorgeous! What's your name?"

The little girl smiled shyly and I can barely see her, so I get up, coming around the table to kneel to her height.

"L-Lily! Y-You're Nezuko, right?"

I giggle and nod as I start to talk to the little girl and her brother.

"Alright Miss Lily. Here you go! Can I take your picture with your big brother really quick? Is that okay? I'd love to show Tanjiro!"

I look to her brother and he nods with a smile. He picks her up and I take a quick picture of them before waving goodbye.

I sit back down and pick my phone back up, my attention back on Niall, who has a huge smile on his face.

"What's got you so happy, mister?"

He shrugs, his smile only growing as his chin rests in his hand, propping himself up with his elbow.

"Nothing. Yer just cute. 'Specially around kids."

I blush and let out a small laugh.

"Well, I have to keep up with being the best auntie ever so I have to be good with kids! Besides, they're cute! I love kids!"

He smiles and nods and we continue to talk for a bit until I decide to head to bed. I pack up with Niall still on the phone, bidding Penny a goodnight as I head back to my hotel room above the convention. I continue to talk to Niall as I change and he whistles as I take off my shirt.

"Oh hush, you horn dog! You'll get this tomorrow. Oh wait, no you won't!"

He pouts and rolls his eyes.

"That's yer fault. Ya can't stay quiet so we can't do it when we're at yer mom's. Since ya insisted we haaaaad t' stay in yer old room and not in a hotel."

I laugh as I slip on his shirt that I stole, kicking my shorts off before burying myself under the cold covers. I hold my phone up so he can see me, though the room is dark.

"I think you'll survive. I'll make it up to you when we're back in LA, okay? Now I gotta go to bed, you dork. So I can see you tomorrow, remember? We'll meet at baggage claim?"

He nods and blows me a kiss.

"I'll be there. Now get some rest. I'll see ya tomorrow, Petal. Sweet dreams!"

I blow him a kiss back and wave goodbye before hanging up.

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Sunday,February 12th 6:30pm

When I wake up the next morning, my day goes by fast and suddenly I'm landing back home, headed to baggage claim to meet Niall. I look down at my phone for a second to text him and before I can, I'm tackled in a hug and lifted off the ground. Panic quickly fills me until I see who it is.

"Niall James! You scared the absolute shit out of me! Meanie! No kisses for you!"

He lets out a laugh as I lightly smack his chest before he puts me down and leans in, giving me a passionate kiss.

"You wouldn't do that, Em. Ya missed me too much."

I roll my eyes and peck his lips once more before taking his hand. We grab our bags pretty quickly and head outside. I start to search through the lines of cars outside the terminal when I spot hers. Niall and I walk over to her car and as soon as she spots us, she parks and gets out of the car.

She holds her arms out to me and I give her a hug, letting her squeeze me tight as I take in the familiar scent of home. She finally lets me go, but not without leaving a kiss to my forehead.

"Ugh my baby! I missed you! I'm so glad you're home! And Niall! It's so good to see you! I'm really happy to see you both together!"

Niall smiles and gives her a small hug. They let go after a minute and we put our things in the car before we get in: Niall is in the front with myself in the backseat. We all talk as we make our way to my moms house and when we pull into the driveway, my sister is out front with my nephews.

As soon as my mom puts the car into park, I quickly unbuckle and get out. James, or Jamie as we usually call him, runs to me squealing with the biggest smile on his face. I tear up as I pick him up, holding him close as I press kisses to cheeks.

"My monkey! I missed you so much!"

Katie laughs and shakes her head as she walks over to me with Oliver in her arms, who reaches out to me. We laugh and I adjust Jamie on one side because taking Ollie in my other arm, so I'm now carrying both boys, loading them with kisses as they giggle. My mom and Niall grab our bags from the car and when Niall sees me, he flashes me a smile.

Katie raises her brow at me and we all walk into the house. I put down the boys, my back hurting as I lean into Niall.

"Okay sorry, I needed my catch up on baby cuddles. I will be needing more, but my back can't take it right now. Katie, this is my boyfriend, Niall. Niall, this is my sister Katie and my nephews: Oliver and James."

Niall laughs and shakes Katie's hand and gives Jamie a little fist bump, making him giggle. We then carry our bags to my room and when Niall sees it, he laughs.

"Seems like you were just here, Em. I can definitely see this being you."

I blush and shrug. We push our suitcases under the bed and then down, the mattress causing us to bounce just a little. I sigh at the comfy feeling as I lean against Niall, who wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.

Hey holds me for a minute as we sit in a comfortable silence until my mom calls us for dinner. I sigh and we stand up, though Niall takes my hand with a soft smile and leads me to the kitchen where our mouths. Fucking. Drop.

My mom sees me and she walks over with a smile.

"Oh! Emmers! This is-."

"Joel fucking Miller. Ho-ly shit, Ma."

Pedro lets out a laugh and my mom looks confused.

"Now I know for a fact that you lied when you said you watch every stream of mine. I freaking played The Last Of Us last week, Ma. I talked about how I've been watching it?"

She gives me another confused expression and I let out a small sigh and turn my attention back to Pedro, who gives me a smiles as he holds his hand out to shake my hand.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Emily! Your mom has told me so much about you!"

I shake his hand with a small smile.

"I wish I could say the same! All she told me was she was seeing some super nice guy and that she liked him! Shame shame, madre."

She flips me off and we laugh, and Niall steps closer to me so he's now at my side. He shakes Pedro' hand and introduces himself with a smile.

"Niall Horan. It's really great to meet you!"

"You too! I feel like your name is really familiar but I can't really put my finger on it. What do you do for a living?"

I pat Niall's back lightly and plant a kiss before going into the kitchen to help my mom.As they talk, I help my mom unpack dinner and set the table before she calls everyone to the table. Jamie runs over to me giggling so I pick him up, planting a raspberry on his cheek before setting him in his chair.

Niall pulls out my chair for me and I kiss his cheek before sitting down, scooting myself in as he sits down next to me. Just as I'm about to dig into my food, my mom clears her throat to get my attention and I look up at her.

"We're saying grace, missy."

I scoff and shake my head.

"You know, as someone who has never been a dedicated Christian and even raised her own daughter as a jew, I'm calling bull. Since when are you this religious?"

She sighs and shakes her head. I start to take a drink of my water as I wait for her response.

"About the passed year. I got more involved a little after Pedro and I started dating."

I choke on my drink and start to cough as I hear the words leave her mouth. Niall pats my back and looks at me with concern but I shake my head.

"So what you're telling me is you don't want to talk to me anymore? You told me you were dating someone 2 months ago. Never gave me his name, never really told me anything else other than that he was good to you. You don't even talk to me anymore. Is it all just about Katie and Claire now?"

My mom huffs and snaps back.

"It wouldn't be this way if you hadn't have left! You couldn't wait to leave! I knew I never should've let you do voice acting! You could've been so much better and I failed you! So yes, I don't talk to you! Sometimes it hurts to even think about you! Raising you was the hardest thing I ever had to do and you always made it harder! I couldn't have a life because you couldn't be alone! So yeah, forgive me for wanting to keep this from you so I could actually be myself for once and not have to be your mom!"

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as she finishes. I can't even bring myself to say anything. I simply stand up from my chair, pushing it back in and walk to the door. Niall stands up to follow me, taking my hand but I wiggle out of his grasp, shaking my head.

"Niall, please, not now. Just...Not now."

Niall's POV

"Niall, please, not now. Just...Not now."

She grabs her keys and heads out the door, my heart splitting as I watch her leave. The rest of the house is silent for a good minute before I can't take it anymore and I decide to say something. I stare straight at her mother, and I just let everything go.

"Ya know, she tries hard to please ya. All the time. She wants ya to be proud of her but she feels like ya don't care. She just wants ya to be interested in what she does! She's amazing at it! And she loves to do it! I love seeing her so passionate about what she does and that's all she wants from you! I know she hasn't told me everything but she does try for ya. She misses the relationship she used to have with ya, and she was really trying. I hope for yer sake, she's willing to forgive ya."

I can see tears in her eyes but I turn away and head out the door myself to look for Emily. I'm not even a foot from the house when I hear someone calling my name. It's Katie, Emily's sister.

"Niall, wait-."

"Look, if yer gonna try and convince me to apologize, I'm sorry but I can't."

She shakes her head and folds her arms.

"No, she deserved that. She asked Claire and I to not say anything to her about Pedro. Since Em moved... It's been hard for my mom. She was angry even though she agreed to let her leave. She was mad that she wanted to. She'll never admit this to Emily but at first... She regretting getting pregnant with her. Emily's dad... He's serving a live sentence. He killed a lot of people and my mom didn't know that when she met him. But she felt bad and allowed his family to see Em when she was younger. That sparked a lot of problems. She's very insecure now and I just... I don't know what to do to help her... And I hate seeing them at odds like this."

She wipes the tears that have fallen down her cheeks before she continues.

"I came out to give you a few places to check for her. She'll most likely be at the park though. There's a giant Willow tree there and she used to hang out there all the time when she got upset. I'll stay here and talk to my mom."

I nod at her, giving her a small smile as thanks before running off to go find my girl. After about a 15 minute walk, I reach the park and I let out a sigh of relief.

Just as Katie has said, she's under the Willow tree, her knees to her chest with her head down. I sit down next to her and hearing her quiet cries breaks my heart. I pull her into my lap and she starts to panic, but I hush her calmly. I begin to rock her back and forth and I start to softly sing to her.

"When you feel your love's been taken, When you know there's something missing, In the dark, we're barely hanging on. And you rest your head upon my chest, And you feel like there ain't nothing left-."

Her cries only get louder and I pull her to my chest, holding her tight as I continue to sing to her.

"I'm afraid that what we had is gone... Then I think of the start, And it echoes a spark. And I remember the magic electricity. Then I look in my heart, There's a light in the dark."

She begins to settle down, only faint sniffles coming from her as she adjusts herself in my arms so she sees my face.

"C-can you keep going?"

I give her a smile and I nod, adjusting her in my arms before continuing once again.

"Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me. That I wanna keep-."

I look into her eyes and I hear her quietly whisper, her voice full of sadness as she holds back her tears.

"Please don't leave..."

I lean down and peck her lips before whispering to her.

"Never. I'm always here for ya, Em. No matter what."

She sniffles, laying her head on my chest as we sit in silence for a few minutes until she speaks up.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry you had to see that... I just.. I wish I was good enough for her. Like I don't care that she's dating Pedro Pascal but she never told me anything! I just-."

She begins to tear up again and I rub her back as I continue to rock her. After a few minutes, her phone starts to ring and she reluctantly answers, she talks for a minute before looking back up at me.

"Katie asked if we could come back... My mom wants to apologize and talk to me..."

I kiss the top of her head as I squeeze her tight.

"Whatever you want to do, Petal. I'm here every step."

She cuddles up to me and she's quiet for a second before she pats my chest.

"Could you- could you carry me back? I think my legs are still a bit shaky..."

I chuckle and adjust my hold on her before standing up and making the trek back to her mom's house. As soon as we arrive at the house, I see her sister standing outside waiting for us. As soon as she sees us, she lets out a sigh of relief.

We head inside to see her mom on the couch and Pedro in the recliner in the corner of the room. I set her down on the couch and before anyone can say anything, my phone starts to ring. I pull it out to see it's Paul.

Emily squeezes my hand and gives me a small smile.

"Go, it's important. I'll be okay."

I give her a look filled with worry and she just puckers her lips. I roll my eyes playfully and peck her lips a few times before going outside to answer the phone.

Emily's POV

After a long, tear-filled conversation with my mom, I'm feeling a lot better. After hugging it out, she decides to head to bed early but Pedro stays up.

"Hey Emily, I was wondering. Would you want to maybe go out and get some ice cream? I've gotten to know your sisters pretty well in the past year and I was hoping you and I would be able to do that."

I nod with a smile and he smiles, grabbing his car keys before we head out the door. When we walk out, I see Niall still on the phone, leaning against the garage. I lean up to him and plant a kiss to his cheek. He lowers his phone down and I whisper into his ear.

"We're gonna go get some ice cream. I'll be back in a little bit."

He nods and pecks my lips before opening his mouth to ask what I already know he's going to ask.

"Wi-."

"Yes, I will bring you back a couple scoops of Cookie Dough. Don't stay out here too much longer or the mountain lions are gonna eat you."

He rolls his eyes before raising his phone back to his ear and I walk to Pedro's car, giggling like a child. We get in and we chat as he drives. He pulls up to the shop and my mouth drops.

Icicles? How the hell-.

"Did you-."

He only smiles at me as he parks the car.

"I heard you mention how much you missed it to your mom once on the phone so I thought this would be a good choice."

I smile and we both get out with Pedro locking the car before we head inside. We get our ice cream and find an empty table to sit at.

"Hey... I'm sorry about dinner. I don't usually like to confront things but I guess-."

He smiles and shakes his head.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I love your mom, I do. But she definitely had it coming. For the record, she is proud of you, but she feels like she failed you. She thinks you're capable of so much more and she said that she regrets letting you leave.."

My heart drops and I try to fight the tears threatening to spill.

"Is that why she won't talk to me anymore? Because I do try... I try to talk to her and I just can't reach her anymore. I found out you guys were dating like 2 months ago and I didn't even know you were... Well... You."

He sighs and nods as he leans back into his chair.

"Your mom and I talked about that after you left. She wants to try better. She wants to be there for you."

I take a bite of my ice cream before speaking again, trying to push down all my feelings in the small bowl in front of me.

"And you? What do you think?"

He raises his brows for a second, shock evident in his expressions before he smiles.

"What do I think? Well... I think you killed it in Assassination Classroom. That second to last episode was brutal."

My mouth gapes and he laughs.

"Y-You've... You've seen my work?"

He nods with a smile and I can't help but smile as well.

"I have. I've got nieces and nephews that watch anime and they like a lot of different ones. Attack On Titan was a bit brutal for me but I thought you did great. Have you done any non-violent ones though? I don't think my heart can take much more."

I laugh and we continue to talk and eat our ice cream.

"Hey, so I wanted to talk to you about something serious."

I give him my undivided attention, a brow raised as her sighs and looks into my eyes.

"I want to propose to your mom tomorrow. Your sisters have already given me their blessing but I wanted yours as well."

My mouth drops a little and I start to choke. I cough into my arm a few times before regaining my composure.

"Wow... Okay. Sure? I mean you seem great and she seems to really like you... I'm just a little surprised you asked me. I am the child that she didn't mention."

He shakes his head with a frown.

"You're important to your mom, so you're important to me. I care about your sisters as if they were my own. Of course they don't need me to be their dad or anything-."

"She told you about him... Didn't she?"

He gives me a somber expression as he nods, causing me to let out a sigh.

"Yeah well that's what happens when you open your legs for the next guy you see. She was freshly divorced and itching for another kid. Big mistake that was."

"But you wanted one... right?"

I let out another sigh but I can't bare to look at him.

"When I was a kid, yeah. But it was a stupid dream...What are you trying to say?"

He sighs and hesitantly puts a hand on top of mine.

"Only that you don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm gonna be here for you. Maybe we can go from there?"

I snort and shake my head.

"Pedro, are you trying to steal someone else's kids so you can have your own? Is that why you're with my mom?"

He blushes, his eyes widening as he fumbles his words and I start to laugh.

"Well I-."

"I'm just fucking with you! She does the same thing! And that's really sweet of you to offer and I'll definitely think about it..."

He smiles and we talk for a bit longer before we decide to call it a night. I quickly order Niall's ice cream and we head back to my mom's house. Pedro playfully ruffles my hair and says goodnight before he heads into my mom's room.

I laugh as I open my bedroom door and I see Niall sitting on the bed.

"What's so funny?"

I blush when I see him, shaking my head as I walk in, closing the door behind me. I walk over to the bed and hold the ice cream out to him.

"Nothing. Here's your ice cream."

He takes it from me with a smile and I move to my bag and pull out clothes. I quickly change and go back to the bed where Niall is still eating his ice cream. I climb on the bed and over Niall, sitting down in the open spot.

Niall holds out his spoonful of ice cream to me and before I can take a bite, it starts to drip on my chest, causing me to gasp.

"Niall!"

He laughs and puts his cup down on the nightstand before turning back to me. He pulls me into his lap and slips the straps of my dress down my shoulders. He lowers his mouth down and begins to lick up the ice cream that spilt. I let out a small squeak as his licks turn into sucking and he pins me down on the bed.

"I thought you said I couldn't keep quiet."

I smirk and he smiles, hovering over me.

"Yeah, I did. But I had a thought. And I need my girl real bad. Wanna try somethin' new?"

I bite my lip and nod, already feeling myself start to heat up. He smiles and before I can blink, he flips us over so I now sit on top of him. He then leans in a little bit and starts to whisper to me, his sultry voice making me wetter.

"Alright, baby. I'm gonna move ya, okay? We're not takin' our clothes off but it's still gonna feel good."

I nod, biting my lip as he positions me over his crotch. I can already tell what he's planning, so without further instruction, I lower myself onto his hard on and I start to move back and forth on him. He groans quietly and I hold back a moan.

He grips my hips and starts to help me move on him, dipping my hips a little. He holds me close as I continue to grind on him, and he smashes his lips against mine in a hot kiss.

He starts grinding into me and I moan into the kiss, my toes curling at the intense feeling. He pulls away from my lips, panting and whining a little.

"F-Fuck, Petal. I'm gonna-."

I nod and pull him back into a kiss, grinding harder on him. I moan into his mouth and he groans, squeezing me tight as we reach our highs. We pull away, panting as I flop on my spot of the bed. Niall gets up and pulls some towels out of my closet before pulling out a new pair of underwear for each of us.

He comes over to me and gently slips off my soiled underwear before gently cleaning me up and slipping on the fresh pair. He then cleans himself up, throws everything into the hamper and then crawls into bed next to me. He pulls me into his arms and lets out a content sigh.

"That felt really good, Ni. I-I was a little surprised but... Wow."

He nuzzles his head into my shoulder, pressing a kiss to it before he lets out a small chuckle.

"Me too, Petal. I missed ya... So much."

Before I can respond, I hear the sound of his soft snores, signaling he fell asleep. I cuddle up close to him and close my eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

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February 14th, 2023 5pm.

The day had mostly gone by fast. We had a small family get together to celebrate my mom's engagement and then everyone else parted ways, leaving Niall and I alone in the house.

He walks up to me, in casual clothes, and plops down next me on the couch.

He leans over and presses a kiss to the side of my head as he pulls me into his arms.

"Take out is ordered, should be here in about 20. Are ya pickin' the movie?"

I curl up in his embrace and nod against his chest.

"Yeah, I figured we could watch a few comedies. Oh shoot! I forgot your present!"

He chuckles as he watches me shoot up from the couch. I race to my room, grabbing his present as I hear a knock on the door. When I re-enter the living room, Niall is unpacking our take out and setting in on the coffee table.

I hold his present behind my back as I walk up to him and he turns to face me with a smile.

"Whatcha got there, Em?"

I unveil his gift and he smiles. I hand it to him and he opens it, tearing up immediately. I made a scrapbook of us, with little cute notes and plenty of empty pages to be filled.

"Do you... Do you like it? I know it's not really anything elaborate or expensive but I-."

Before I can finish, his lips push against mine as he engulfs me in his arms. He pecks my lips a few more times before he pulls away, still holding me in his arms.

"Are ya fuckin' kidding me, Emily? I love it! This has t' be one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. And I can't wait to put more pictures in it."

He kisses me one more time before pulling away.

"Lemme go get yers, really quick."

I nod as he walks off and I sit down on the couch. He comes back as I start to dig through the bags of food and I look up to see him holding a small bundle of items: a blanket, a small teddy bear and my favorite chocolates. I take them from him, tears threatening to spill.

"I know it's small, but I promise it's not everything! Just what I could do since we're not home. I promise when we get back-."

I put my gifts aside and pull him into a kiss, shutting him up. He sighs and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Our lips move in sync until we're rudely interrupted by my mom's cat clawing at my leg. I pull away from Niall, groaning in pain.

"Lucas! You little shit! Naughty kitty!"

I pull away from Niall and deal with the cat before dealing with my bloody leg. When I come back into the living room, Niall has everything ready and it makes me tear up. I cuddle up to him on the couch and he hands me a bowl.

We curl up and eat as we watch movies and as soon as I finish eating, I set my bowl on the coffee table.

"Hey.. Niall? I have a question for you."

He puts his bowl down on the coffee table before he turns to look at me expectantly.

"I have an event... On Saturday. It's a premiere... For one of the animes I'm in. I was wondering... If you maybe wanted to go with me? I know it's like a public event but I just wanted to ask..."

He smiles and pulls me into his arms, pecking my lips softly.

"I'd love to. Don't think I have anything that day. Lemme know what yer wearin' so I can match with ya."

I smile and nod, hugging him before laying my head on his chest. We silently watch the movie until he pops a question.

"Hey... Em? I've got Late Late on Thursday night into early Friday morning... Ya know.. Heaven and all... Come with me. Please?"

I lift my head and look at him in shock.

"Late Late? Niall... That's a really big deal... Are you sure you want me there?"

He smiles and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Yer the only one I want there."

I smile and nod. He hugs me closer and I lay my head back on his chest. We continue to watch movies until about 11pm, when he taps me on the back. I look up and he stares into my eyes.

"Ya know... Pedro said he and yer mom were stayin' in a hotel tonight... So we're alone. And I got ya somethin'. Thought we could try it out."

I raise my eyebrow but I nod. He smiles and picks up the remote, turning off the tv before throwing it back onto the coffee table. He then adjusts his hold on me and stands up, carrying me to my bedroom as I laugh. He sets me on my bed and I lay back as he pulls something out of his suitcase.

He pulls out a small box and walks over to me, a small smirk on his face.

"I want ya to take yer shirt and skirt off fer me. Can ya do that, Petal?"

I nod with a blush, quickly removing them before throwing them in a random corner of my room. Niall whistles at my appearance.

About a week ago, Jenny and I went lingerie shopping and I bought a few sets since I didn't have any. I wore a white set today.

"Ho-Ly shit, Em. Is that new? God.. Ya look... Fuck..."

I blush as he walks closer and sits on the bed. He holds out the box to me and I hesitantly take it. It's a small-ish 'u' shaped vibrator.

"Y-You got me a vibrator?"

He smiles and shakes his head.

"I got us a vibrator. This one specifically can be controlled from m' phone. So when I'm gone... 'Specially on tour... I can still make ya feel good. But this one... It's a little extra special. Remember how I made ya feel good with m' fingers in ya?"

I blush and nod, biting my lip at the thought.

"Well... This one goes inside ya a little bit. Just like my fingers did, only a little deeper. Ya wanna try it?"

I nod quickly and Niall smiles. He opens the toy and sets it up, quickly installing the app on his phone and syncs it. He tests it out a few times, changing the settings. I only grow more wet from the sounds. He then sets it down and lays down, his head close to my clit.

"Fuck... I haven't even touched ya yet and yer soaking through yer panties, babe."

He runs his finger up and down the wet spot of my panties, teasing me before he pulls my panties down and throws them somewhere in the room.

"Alright, baby. I gotta stretch ya out a little bit, okay? Just like I did last time. If it hurts, don't be afraid to tell me."

I nod and he looks at me, nodding when I give him another nod of approval. He begins to tease my clit now, running two fingers up and down before he pushes them in all the way. I gasp a little but he continues, moving them around.

He makes a 'come hither motion and I let out a little squeak. He moves his fingers in and out until he slowly adds in a third. I throw my head back, moaning quietly.

"F-Fuck.. Niall.."

He smiles and shushes me before adding a fourth finger. I grasp the covers underneath me, trying not to wiggle at the pleasure.

"Fuck! N-Niall! I think I'm!"

He pulls his fingers out and I let out a cry of frustration. He smirks, grabbing the vibrator and quickly slips it inside me, though he keeps a hold on the other end. I gasp, throwing my head further into the bed.

I feel... So full... And it's not even that deep...

"Be a good girl. Ya gotta make it to the highest setting. Don't come until I say, okay?"

I nod and bite my lip. He smiles and grabs his phone, turning the vibrator on to the lowest setting. He teases me with it for a few minutes, pulling the vibrator in and out just a little as it vibrators against all the my sensitive bits.

"Yer doing so good. Hold on just a bit longer, okay?"

I nod and he turns it on to the highest setting. Pleasure shoots up through my entire body and I begin to shake a little.

"F-FUCK! NIALL!"

He starts to push the vibrator in further and I move my hips to meet his movements. I moan loudly, letting out curse after curse.

"Fuck! Haa! Baby! Please! I-I can't! Shit, Niall!"

"Fuck, yer so sexy. Come for me, baby girl. Ya deserve it."

The second the words leave his mouth, I let go, my toes curling as I writhe in pleasure. I slowly calm down, a little overwhelmed with that being the hardest I've ever come.

"Shit... God Em. Ya fuckin' squirted, baby. Ya know how hot that is? God I love it when ya do that.F-Fuck..."

He pulls the vibrator out of me and I whimper at the loss before quickly adjusting again. I slowly sit up and grab Niall.

"Let me help you, Ni. I wanna make you feel good too."

He smiles and shakes his head.

"I'm fine, Petal. I don't need ya to. Today was about you. Lemme get ya cleaned up. We gotta be up early to leave in the morning."

I pout but nod. Niall cleans me up with a towel before sliding my panties back on. He wipes off the vibrator and puts it back into his suitcase before changing himself, since he was now covered in my release.

He finishes packing up and then gets into bed with me, pulling me into his arms. With a kiss to my forehead, he turns out the light and we fall asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.

Thursday,February 16th. 4:40pm

I finish putting on my makeup, checking myself out in the mirror before deeming myself ready. Just as I grab my person, my phone dings.

I smile when I see it's from Niall, quickly texting him back before I leave my room. I walk down the stairs and grab my keys before turning to Zach.

"Hey, Zachy? Would you please pick up my dress when you go pick up your shirt? I'll Venmo you some gas money."

He gives me a thumbs up from the couch but then turns with a questioning look.

"Where are you going? I mean I don't mind but why can't you get it?"

I sigh as I slip on my heels.

"It wasn't ready before and I'm not gonna be home until late tomorrow.I'm not gonna have any more time. Please?"

He groans but nods. I rush over to the couch and reach over from the back, giving him a small hug. I then let him go, quickly leaving the house. I walk down the driveway and see a Black SUV. The back door opens and out comes Niall, looking hot as ever.

He smiles when he sees me and holds his arms out to me. I walking into his comforting arms and he quickly wraps me up tight. He kisses me, lifting me up a little before pulling away.

"Wow Emily... You look... You look breathtaking."

I giggle and peck his cheek.

"You don't look too bad yourself, slugger."

He chuckles and squeezes me before helping me inside the vehicle. He introduces me to his manager who is sitting in the passenger seat and we all talk until we arrive at the studio.

Friday,February 17th 2am

The night goes by pretty fast and quick into the morning when we finally leave. Paul drops us off at Niall's house and the second we step into his bedroom, we collapse on the bed, still in our clothes.

I groan as I roll onto my back, reluctantly getting up. I kick off my heels and strip out of my dress before tossing it to the side and raiding Niall's closet. I slip on one of his t shirts before coming back out to see him in just his boxers sitting up tiredly against the headboard.

I smile as I climb onto the bed and curl up next to him. He wraps an arms around my waist and just as we're about to lay down, I remember something, my body instantly shooting back up.

"Shit! Heaven is out now!"

Niall groans and tries to pull me back down but I push him away and grab my phone.

"Em, please. It's so late-."

"Nope, I'm listening to it right now."

He sighs and I pull open my music and sure enough, it's the first song sitting in my recently added. I press play and shivers run through my spine as it starts.

Strange light revolves around you You float across the room Your touch is made of something Heaven can't hold a candle too You're made of somethin' new

I lay there quietly as it plays, nodding my head to the beat. Once it's over, I plug my phone back and and I hug Niall right, finally laying back down with him.

"What'd ya think, baby?"

I peck his lips with a small smile before laying my head on his chest.

"Perfect. Just as I expected."

He squeezes me lightly in his arms until he slowly lets go, the only movement coming from him is his breathing as he sleeps. I smile to myself and lay my head over his heart, falling asleep to my favorite melody.

Saturday, February 18th. 2pm THE ORPHEUM THEATRE Los Angeles, California

Niall and I step out of the SUV and onto the red carpet. This isn't my first movie premiere for an anime I've been in, but it is my first time bringing someone with me that wasn't already in the cast.

Niall gives me a comforting smile as we walk down, taking pictures, both together and with the cast, and I do a few small interviews.

I get to the last interview, a young woman named Natalie, who has interviewed me at almost every premiere I've had. She gives me a soft smile and I return it.

"Emily! It's always so good to see you! And you look incredible, as you always do!"

"Thank you Natalie! So do you!"

She smiles and nods.

"So, this is big for you! Demon Slayer has absolutely blown up! As one of the producers of the anime,as well as the darling, fierce Nezuko, did you ever think you would get this far?"

I giggle and shake my head before answering her question.

"Not really. I have loved it from the very beginning, but I don't think anyone expected it to blow up as much as it has."

She asks me a few more questions before getting to the one I've been waiting for.

"I see you've brought someone with you tonight!"

I nod with a small smile. I look at Niall for reassurance and he nods with a smile, so I turn back to Natalie.

"Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Niall."

Natalie nods with a small smile.

"Have you seen the series, Niall? What do you think about your girlfriend's role in it?"

He smiles and squeezes me tight as he answers.

"I think she's doin' an amazing job. I love the show, for sure, and I can't wait to see what's next."

Natalie smiles and jots down a few notes before looking up and gesturing to her photographer.

"Would you mind if we took a photo of you both?"

We smile and shakes our heads, cuddling up close for the picture. We then wave goodbye to Natalie and head inside the theater. We take our seats with Niall on one side of me and Bryce on the other.

When it's finally over, we all head back to my house for the after party. I change out of my dress into something more comfortable and when I come back down, Niall is chatting with Bryce and his wife. He smiles when he sees me and pulls me into his side, a drink in his other hand.

"There she is! We were just talkin' about ya."

I giggle and shake my head. We start to chat and Zach walks by, a glare present on his face. He grumbles something but I manage to catch it.

"Yeah, that's all you do. Use her to stay relevant."

I growl and grit my teeth, scolding him.

"Zachary, shut it before I throw my shoe."

He rolls his eyes and shrugs as he grabs something from the fridge.

"You're just mad that I'm right. Get over it."

Before I can yell at him again, he walks away and joins a group, starting to chat with them. Niall lets me go and refills his drink, filling it all the way before he chugs it.

Throughout the night, I fight back the urge to smack Zach as he continues his attitude towards Niall, and Niall continues to drink. I hadn't kept a good enough eye on him and now he's so sloshed, he can't stand straight. I hold him up, deciding it's time to take him home.

"Ya know... I don't understand why ya keep him around, Em. He's an asshole. And ya let him get away with it..."

I sigh, trying to shrug off his words as I get him into my car, buckling him before getting into the drivers seat. He continues to drunkenly ramble until we reach his house and he lets out a groan.

"I know Niall, hold on. Let's get you inside."

I get out and help him out before walking us to the front door, unlocking it with his keys I snagged from his pocket. I struggle, but I manage to get him upstairs and into bed.

I get him a glass of water from the kitchen as well as some Advil, leaving it on his bedside table. I sit down on the edge of his bed for a minute, running the day through my head when he interrupts me.

"Ya know, maybe he's right. Ya let him talk like that to me, about us... Maybe yer the one using me...Maybe ya are too young... Maybe-."

I wipe the tears from my cheeks and stand up, not even responding to him as I storm out of his house. The second I'm in my car, I breakdown completely. I reach for my phone and call the one person I can think of. My mom.

Too shaky to hold the phone up to my ear, I place it on speaker as it rings, and eventually it's answered. I try my best to calm my breathing, but I let a shaky cry.

"M-Mama-."

"Emily? Are you okay?"

That's not my mom... That's not even female.. Is that-

"P-Pedro?"

"I'm sorry, Emily. Your mom left her phone at home. She won't be back for a while. Are you okay? You sound like you're crying..."

I sniffle and let out a whimper, and I feel like I can't breathe.

"Mija, listen to me. Take some deep breaths okay? In for 4, hold for 4, out for 4. Can you do that for me?"

I let out another whimper but I nod, doing as he says. After a couple breaths, I'm able to calm down enough and I pull out of Niall's neighborhood, Pedro still on speaker.

"T-Thank you.."

I hear him sigh through the phone and I sniffle as I drive.

"Of course, mija. ¿Qué pasa? Why are you crying?"

I sniffle wait I start to explain to him the events of the night and I hear him let out another sigh.

"I'm so sorry he said that, Emily. I'm sure he didn't mean it, but it doesn't make it easier to hear."

I stay silent as I drive, only letting out little sniffles.

"Are you going to go home? If I were you, I would want to cool off, not be around your roommate for a bit."

"I think... I think I'm gonna go stay with someone else... I really don't want to go home... I'm just so hurt... I'm angry and I'm frustrated... I feel betrayed..."

"Well, whatever you decide to do, you know your mom and I will support you. I head back to LA in about a week. We'll get lunch okay? Talk some more. I'll next you my number from your mom's phone. If you need anything, anything at all, you call me, okay?"

I sniffle as I pull into the parking lot of my friend Christina's apartment complex. I park my car and sit there for a minute before I answer him.

"I will, I promise. I just got to my friend's place. I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep. I'll keep you and my mom updated and I guess I'll see you next week?"

We say goodnight and hang up before I get out of my car, locking it and heading up to Christina's door. I knock softly and it quickly opens to reveal the tall, dark haired woman.

Before I can say anything, she pulls me inside and wraps me in a tight hug. It's only then that I start to fall to pieces, and I know I won't be okay.

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avasharpe · 4 months

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Only For Her

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 777

Summary: Ava and Sara text each other using emojis.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance, and Mick Rory.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Emojis, implied sexual content, Beer, Friendship.

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AN: Look at me posting for Avalance again. I decided to clear out my WIP folder so while these are short and simple. I'll be posting a few more things in the future.

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Sara smiled down at her phone as those three little dots disappeared to reveal Ava’s new text.

“I know how much you love desert, 🍩🍰🧁.”

“Not as much as you do 😜,” Sara typed back with a smile.

“I don’t know. You seems to enjoy that whipped cream and chocolate last week🍫.”

“You know I can have Gideon fabricate anything I want 😉.”

“Is that a challenge, my love? 🤨”

The more Sara thought about it, the more her mouth watered as she longed for her lips to touch Ava. Something stirred deep inside her, a gentle ach that she knew and loved. It had been a week since they had been able to see each other in person as Ava was busy with the Time Bureau being audited by the government and the nonstop time aberrations appearances. Sara was so worked up that even the idea of licking her girlfriend’s fingers was enough to work her up.

“Your kitchen. Tonight. The one who looks the most delicious wins. 🥵🌶️”.

Just as she hit send someone knocked on her door.

“Sara,” Ray wined, as he knocked again. “John refuses to do any of his chores or clean up after himself. It’s becoming a real problem. The dust build up in the Gym is reaching allergen levels.”

“I’ll be there in a minute Ray,” Sara yelled, flopping onto her bed.

Her phone dinged and she quickly checked her text.

“You're on! 😠🍑”

Sara smiled and placed her phone on her nightstand before going to moderate Ray and John’s . argument. Some day she wished her team was more independent and willing to deal with their own shit without running to her at the first sign of conflict. She often felt like a school teacher with a bunch of ill-equipped children.

………………………………………………………………

“Mick!” Sara shouted, as she entered the parlor, she walked up to him and held out her hand making a grabbing motion.

“Something, I can help you with Captain?” Mick asked with a smirk.

“Just hand it over Mick.”

However, he only shrugged and as he casually sipped on his beer.

“Now!” Sara said using the harsh voice she only used for desperate times.

“Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist or did you decide on a thong for the Mrs. tonight,” Mick said as he teased her while fishing her phone out from the lining of the recliner.

“What have I told you about going through my phone,” she said, when he handed the phone to her she waved it at him like a scolding teacher.

“How the hell am I supposed to resist when you just keep it lying around like that?”.

“It was in my room behind a locked door!”

“Yeah well, isn’t that secure of a door, I thought you of all people would know better. You should at least hide it in a safe or smoothing. I mean I expect this kinda thing from Haircut or Pretty…”

“My room is supposed to be secure!” Sara said, stomping her foot. It was in that moment as she realized how childish she was being, but he had already made his bed she might as well make him lay in it.

“I can’t allow you to continue to go through everyone’s phone. It’s a gross invasion of privacy. If you continue to do this I’ll have no choice but to prohibit you from lighting any fires.”

He shrugged, clearly not taking her threat seriously.

“I mean it Mick. No trash fires, no lighters, no nothing, and if it means John has to stop smoking, then so be it. It’d be good for him,” Sara said, crossing her arms as Mick eyed her, but they both knew she would make good on her threats.

“Fine,” Mick growled, as glared at her.

“Thank you,” Sara said, her voice returning to its sweet sound. “Now, hand over Ray’s too. And Nate’s.”

Mick reluctantly handed over the phone and mumbled under his breath in worlds she chose not to hear.

“Thank you,” she said. When she finally had everyone’s phone, she turned to walk out of the parlor.

“How come, Ava only texts you, Emojis,” Mick asked, catching her attention as she turned back to him. “She doesn't text them to anyone else.”

“I guess I’m just special,” Sara said, with a smile she felt a pink tint to her cheeks that she didn’t bother hiding from him.

“You got a good one, their boss,” Mick said, giving her a nod of approval, something Sara knew meant he thought very highly of their relationship.

Sara smiled, as she thought of how true his words were. “I know.”

#sara lance #avalance #ava sharpe #dc's legends of tomorrow #mick rory #dc #otp: i love you ya goober

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nicoxkarvelas · 1 year

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𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

triggers: death, choking, poisoning

featuring: @adrianamartinez, @maximoaguilar

It wasn’t a secret that Nico had not been acting like himself recently. He was being more chaotic than normal, problematic, he was causing issues in people's lives where she shouldn’t and he didn’t care. He didn’t care who had gotten hurt in the midst of it all, he had something on his mind and he set out to get it with no care for who was burnt on the way.

After the leak from the shadow it seemed as though the entire town had turned against Nico including his best friends. In his mind he had done no wrong, he was the only one of the two that was single when the kiss happened and Ana was quite literally pregnant with Max's baby. He didn’t care though. He didn’t give a fuck if people thought he was causing problems, if they thought he was ruining lives because all he cared for right now was getting Ana back in his life one way or another.

After texting a bunch of people, causing chaos in the forum and ruining a few lives Nico agreed for a friend to come over. They needed to sort through some differences they were having and Nico was terrible at explaining himself or his emotions over text, he was more of a face to face guy to squash some beef. Tossing his phone onto the couch he was about to head upstairs to the bathroom when he heard a knock at the door already, swinging it open he nodded at his friend and invited him in. ‘Make yourself at home, bro. Get yourself a drink and I’ll be down in a second. I gotta piss real quick before we get into this.” He suggested before heading up the stairs and stopping half way as the other asked whether or not he had anything strong in, where the glasses were and if there was ice in the freezer.

“Yeah, bro. Hard shit.. You know where to find that you’ve been here enough, glasses haven’t moved and the ice should be in the freezer.” He called out before heading up the stairs once more, whipping out his dick for a quick piss and shaking off the drops before putting it away once more and zipping up his jeans. Flushing the toilet he washed his hands and headed back down the stairs to see that his friend had made the two of them a drink and placed his on a placemat ready and waiting.

“Where do you want me to start? I don’t really know how to explain what happened because there wasn’t much to it, I didn’t think you cared so much.. Or would have cared… I figured the two of you were done..�� Nico shrugged as he leaned over to pick up the glass from the mat in front of him, holding it in place for a moment before turning to look at his friend once more. “I thought you had moved on, you’d moved away and then you were back, you seemed all loved up or in some relationship at least with the other chick.. What’s her name again?” He asked before shrugging and taking a sip from the beverage he was holding.

He didn’t know what to say anymore, he suddenly realised he couldn’t apologise for his actions because he simply wasn’t sorry. His words would be redundant in the moment and if anything it was a meaningless sex for him that he’d forgotten about until it was being brought up again. It meant so little to him that he couldn’t even pinpoint what his friend was talking about without it being spelt out to him.

"Look.." he started off before stopping suddenly, he was feeling strange, his throat feeling like it was closing up.. like it was hard to breath. He coughed slightly to clear his throat, his eyes looking at the drink in his hand and then over at his friend as he tried to pull himself together. "Me and.." he started off again but found himself almost choking on his words as he began to cough again, this time harder than before. He was struggling to catch his breath now, it was almost as though he was choking on nothing. Eventually the glass in his hand slipped out of his fingers as he felt as though he was losing all feeling and control over himself, his eyes watering as the coughing and struggle was becoming too much. Nico dropped off the seat and onto the ground as he found it difficult to catch his breath.

Had something been slipped into his drink? Surely not. They were friends, they were best friends, this felt a little excessive over a girl. He felt as though he was slowly suffocating as his friend sat there watching and barely moved a muscle, watching him as he struggled to breathe, watched as he was fighting for his life. His coughs and gasps for air becoming few and far between as he felt himself slowly losing consciousness not realising that these were his final moments. Not knowing that his final moments were with somebody he had considered a best friend, somebody that he had shared many laughs and drinks with, somebody he had confided in before. That same person being the one to take his life from him.

His body eventually became too weak to hold himself up as he fought to breathe, his arms giving in as he left himself fall to the floor completely, his breathing now a slight wheeze as his vision was completely blurred and eventually that was just it. He was gone. The fight was over and it was something he hadn't expected or even known was happening until it was. He wasn't attacked in the street or in his own home, there wasn't a fight that he could put up against, it was tactical and almost cowardly.

#hidehillplotdrop013

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greatwyrmgold · 11 months

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A while back, I read this thread about media analysis and media literacy and education and Sailor Moon and all sorts of stuff. And I have my own thoughts, but I didn't want to attach them to that thread.

My thoughts focus specifically on why people get those bad attitudes about media analysis, and why high school literature classes so often fail to teach anything. I'm going to bring up two moments which stand out from my own high school lit classes—one epiphany from a world lit class I took in junior year, and one paper I was assigned for my sophomore American lit class.

When reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, our teacher brought up the Nietzche's philosophical concept of the Übermensch, which was roughly contemporaneous to Dostoevsky. It was pointed out that Raskolnikov and Svidrigailov were both clear takes on that concept, on the idea of people who could create their own value systems within the moral vacuum that is nihilism. Both Raskolnikov and Svidtrgailov tried to be übermenschen, both used this to justify heinous actions, both were overcome by guilt that even self-proclaimed moral superman cannot resist. For the first time, I saw themes in the text itself, rather than feeling like I had to make the text fit the themes.

Speaking of which, that fucking East of Eden paper, herein abbreviated as "that FEEP". I had to write fifteen pages about East of Eden, about one of a list of themes our teacher handed out to the class. And if that wasn't bad enough, just talking about how the shit Steinbeck wrote about that theme wasn't enough; we had to cite a bunch of literary scholars who talked about what Steinbeck meant by the things he wrote. And some of those scholars were absolute dumbasses; I vividly remember reading one who criticized Steinbeck for saying there were things he hadn't been able to learn about Cathy, even though he invented her...almost as if he had framed his narrative using some kind of device?

Fifteen pages of citing goobers like that to prove that East of Eden is about something our teacher told us it was about. Insufferable. I swore never to touch anything Steinbeck wrote out of pure spite at that FEEP—not at the book, at the paper I had to write about the book.

Aside from my lingering teenaged resentment at a really bad assignment, that FEEP is a perfect crystalization of everything wrong with how our education system (or at least my school district's system) teaches literature. There has to be a right and a wrong answer that you can be graded on; understanding why or how a novel says X is less important than parroting that the novel says X. There's no room for independent interpretations of the text, let alone criticisms of how well this Classic Work Of Literature achieved its goals. A lot of the time, it feels like themes are just thing that literary snobs say are in the text, independent of the text itself.

That FEEP made this worse by focusing so much on citing literary snobs who act like they've never heard of a fucking framing device, but it's embedded into the structure of literature classes. What is East of Eden about? A, B, C, or D? Oops, that's not what the answer key says.

@gotgifsandmusings did more to teach me about what themes are and how they work than any of my English classes, despite that one Crime and Punishment epiphany. For the people in back: A couple of people bitching about Game of Thrones's adaptation (particularly the Sexism & Season 5 series) did more to help me understand literature than twelve years of literature classes. Maybe this kind of thing is easier to explain from a bad example than a good example, or if you have a good example to contrast against a bad example, but it still should not be that hard to compress the essence of nine Tumblr posts into multiple years of classes.

It feels like the literature classes I took in middle/high school were less about helping us understand themes and media analysis and stuff, and more about making sure we learned the True Meaning of Classic Works of Literature. That's the only way I can make sense of that FEEP requiring us to cite scholars who also knew the True Meaning of East of Eden. It's not teaching us how to interpret the themes of a story, it's teaching us what other people said FEE is about.

#essay #media analysis #themes #education #fucking east of eden #fucking Cathy Ames #I'm sure there are parts of my tenth-grade lit class I liked but that FEEP has eclipsed them all

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ghost-town-story · 1 year

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FebruarOC Day 28: Pop Goes Punk

(And by popular poll demand, finishing off with Pop Goes Punk! Also this happens to be the 2,000 post on this blog so ayyyy)

Aiden spotted Theo first. The guitarist was sitting on the retaining wall that lined the path, looking out over the park as he nursed a cup of ice cream.

“Theo!” Aiden called once he was in earshot.

Theo’s gaze snapped to Aiden, and he raised a hand. “Hey. Run into any trouble on your way?”

“Nah.” Aiden got a running start to hop up next to Theo. “Nothing other than traffic, at least.” Even now, it was surprising how much of a difference a simple change of clothes made. Nobody looked at him and assumed the kid in ripped up jeans and oversized t-shirts was actually a rainbows-and-glitter pop star.

“I hope you’re planning on sharing,” he added, giving Theo his best puppy eyes as he glanced at Theo’s ice cream.

Theo grabbed another cup from his other side and handed it over to Aiden.

“You’re the best!” Aiden made quick work of the dripping rivulets of sherbet before addressing the burning question he’d had since Theo had texted him. “So, why’d you wanna meet up? And with bribery no less?”

“It’s not bribery, I just wanted ice cream and knew you’d be sad if you didn’t get any,” Theo said, ruffling Aiden’s hair. He checked his phone before continuing. “As for why I asked you to meet me, it’s because as of about twenty minutes ago, Spencer has officially parted ways with Siren’s Call.”

Aiden couldn’t help a snort of laughter. “Oh, spare me the PR bullshit,” he said. “So you guys finally kicked him out, huh?”

“No comment.” But Theo’s grin was enough of an answer for Aiden.

“Well, good riddance,” he said. “As much as it sucks to be down a vocalist, it was about damn time.”

“You? Not a fan of Spencer? I couldn’t tell.”

Aiden stuck his tongue out at Theo’s sass. “So, you got a replacement lined up yet? Or are you guys thinking of taking a break?”

“We already have somebody in mind,” Theo answered.

Aiden wished he didn’t feel his heart sink at the statement. “Oh?”

Theo apparently caught on to his apprehension, because he quickly said, “Look, Aiden—”

“I can’t.” The words hurt to say. “Even if I left right now, it’s still—”

“Ten years, I know,” Theo finished. “Just—will you hear me out?”

Aiden knew he should argue, shouldn’t get Theo’s hopes up, but he’d always been soft for Theo and Siren’s Call. “Fine,” he muttered, taking another bite of his sherbet to keep his hands busy.

“So, we’ve been talking about this for a long time,” Theo said. “Me and Ness and Sam and Jack. Siren’s Call has always been a better band with you as our vocalist, no matter how unofficial it’s been. Even the fans think so.”

Aiden felt himself choke up at the compliment.

“And I know your current contract is shit,” Theo continued, his voice softening. “But I think we can use the loophole of a mask and a stage name to get around it, like we’ve been doing so far. Of course, we’d wanna talk to a lawyer before making anything official, just to make absolutely sure we’re legally in the clear, but…” He shrugged. “I don’t see why it shouldn’t keep working.”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Aiden asked, his voice rough. “I can’t ask you to wait ten years for me.”

“Like I said, we’ve talked about it a bunch,” Theo said. “And we all agree that we’d rather go on hiatus for ten years than deal with another vocalist like Spencer who just doesn’t vibe with us. You’re not making us do anything.”

Aiden let out a long breath, willing himself not to cry. Deep down, the decision came as no surprise. It had been a long-unspoken truth that the band preferred Aiden over Spencer, for about as long as Aiden had been walking the fine line of legal loopholes to play around with Siren’s Call. The choice should have been easy. But still Aiden balked at the idea of losing ten years of his career, of forcing his friends to lose ten years of theirs while he waited for his contract to run out.

“Aid.” Theo’s voice had gone even softer. “You’re not happy as things are. You know it, I know it, hell, even Jaybird knows it. We’ll do everything we can to find a loophole around that ten-year clause, but it’s not the end of the world if we don’t. We wouldn’t be the first band to take a long hiatus like that. Please don’t sunk-cost-fallacy yourself into staying.”

Aiden stared down at his sherbet, watching the bright colors as they melted and swirled together. “I… I need time to think about it.”

Theo sighed. “Okay. You know where to find us when you’ve decided.”

Aiden nodded and pressed his head to Theo’s shoulder briefly, unable to put into words just how grateful he was for Theo’s patience with him.

#writing #in which i write #snippets #Band AU #band au: pop goes punk #februaroc #februaroc 2023

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incarnateirony · 3 months

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*Shealyn's denialist retardation and avoidance intensifies, adds new vanity plates, tries to be retarded in Norse today, misses what she's reblogging again*

Shealyn, you've never done a real magic trick in your life, you just chased and abused and tried to destroy the Magi of the path you spewed heretical delusional octopus jibberish in the name of. It doesn't matter what pantheon you run to, but yes, I do have badass music taste, since you keep confusing me with Loki, and yes, even if it burns me out. I've made that incredibly fucking clear.

I love that this bitch just keeps trying to rotate her shit to find something, too. Hermes and the dance moves! Loki and the music list! Um. Anubis and the kitty kibble! All the godshadows and her Therapy Book! Anything but addressing the screaming lady in her head she confessed to on main! Today's distraction is ROCK MUSIC. Tomorrow... whiny reblogs begging the universe to think about her FEEEEEEEEEELINGS. On Sunday, if we turn a bunch of posts sideways without reading them, maybe she can find a way to validate-away with a half printed motivational poster what has her crying inside because she goddamn knows better. Her inner goddess is weeping but the monster of shadow born from her obstructing her own light is too obese on the chewed on foreskin of her ex to release its ego.

What is it gonna take for someone in her life to intervene and go, you know what, Shealyn. The octopus jibberish from the cited anime was never real. So your communication with him isn't legit. Which would explain why you don't know any of his doctrine stuff or axioms or whatever Aaron is talking about that the rest of the practicing world DOES know. Maybe we should listen to the psych worker and elder magi, and not to the god of death you think is telling you to feed the cats. Because I think he just jacked your playlist and blog again. You HAVE had an alarming escalation in required medication and self-harm habits that you've had to shave yourself bald over. Maybe there's a correlation here. And you know in hindsight, it IS pretty weird that you're up your ex's ass in social circles three years later, that should have pegged us as unhealthy behavior, sorry for contributing to that.

But no, that would require her, and them, to have been like. WRONG about something. If they scour tumblr hard enough they might find a post to interpret that makes their weird rapey bullshit okay.

No, y'all. She's schizoaffective and you've fed it until it became full blown stalker obsession x literally made a fucking cult to her ex husband and now you're ALL too motherfucking embarrassed to look at it.

Also yes, Shea. Very much the Best Comment. Thank you. Thee Crustdaddiest. You're still schizoaffective and still riding my astral dick. And now you fucked up and got Mark on it.

Avoiding the truth doesn't change it, it just prolongs how long I'm going to embarrass both of you while picking your brain to pieces.

Is being humiliated one of your fetishes too now? is it a kinky thing? maybe I'm just playing into your horny lying cultist hands by embarrassing you like this, is this another way you get off on me?

or are you so braindamaged you forgot we went over this being in the exact time period you fucked up and got Mark bound to me and you kept changing the color of my otherwise identical-across-entities prescription lenses on every different "character" or "god interpretation" you were doing for a hot minute there.

Because that's what people that Actually Talk To A Deity have to do. Interpret what they look like. Not "this is how I see him." This is how you interpret text you pretend talks to you at night. But you done fucked up and attached to me, and you know, we've been over this, you dumb broad.

But yes, Thee Daddiest. Technically they forgot the most important Thee. But I respect the effort. The -est suffix imports the essence of Thee enough, Thee Crustdaddy, or The Crustdaddiest. See, language is fun!

Lady... we're STILL doing this?

My bad that old avatar generator didn't have the exact nose bridge you'll try to bitch about as different. Just like you didn't notice the Pan with the spider after I started yelling HEY YOU LLOTH OF THE TENTH HOUSE ARACHNE WHO SHADOWS HER OWN ALTAR. "man I just got this vivid visual of the pan that looks weirdly like Aaron's icon going BOO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!!" MAN IT WAS REAL RED WHEN I WENT THERE LAST NIGHT TO DEAL WITH MOON MOON "IDK THIS GUYS NAME BUT I'M PROUD OF HIM. IF HIS HAIR IS SHORTER, IS HE A DIFFERENT DUDE????" Me: LMAO ENJOY YUGIOH BRAINROT "we'll draw the guy on hieroglyphics... and paint him BLACK... even without giving him actual black features, we just keep changing the skin tone on the same dude's face and caling it a different guy. But this one has a side shave!! SEE, DIFFERENT GUY WE SWEAR." me, sitting there with my clippers shaving my head: you're literally all brain damaged.

I can ALMOST forgive Mark for missing the Ash in the Pyramidhead thing, because your lying ass intentionally will hide from him what that is and it does look different, but the others yall, it's outright embarrassing to watch, but I've been saving your fanart. Very useful actually.

fuck me running with a pitchfork. Like friggin... artistic blackface to try to dodge being called out on their shit. Changing hair length and hair dye color but still drawing the same motherfucker over and over again with the same general essence and the same glasses throughout, even in the egypt piece where they painted him dark but still gave him caucasian ass facial structure with the same fucking glasses same as "Loki" and "IDK his name but I'm proud of him" which conveniently match the facial shape of "Hermes", or "Rhys", or "Coyote", or whatever she's fucking waving around my bullshit under today pretending it isn't me and mine and my shit and my work face identity you know the fucking song by now. Hell Egyptian Dude direct transited the purple lips and other details from the icon I had on my blog for a month to reclaim my own motherfucking face from your theft. But I guess a haircut and blackfacing him changes everything. Fucking flaming candied jesus on a pogo stick, you guys.

Also sidebar but this is the funniest timing to me rn

No seriously, nobody finds it weird that while she runs further and further from the concept of Hermes beyond compulsively giving in to a few evocations I've forced out of her letting her think it was rebellion or whatever... now it's LOKI with the dance moves, and it's LOKI telling her to do her therapy. Because therapy and Workbooks and Playlists are all totes common Loki associations, and not just her trying to transplant her bullshit to escape to another language like that'll help.

Hey dumb dumb, Loki is just as easy to travel in the unconscious right now for the same reasons.

YEAH NO

NOTHING HILARIOUS GOING ON HERE.

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doctorofinhumaneletters · 1 year

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First Steps Chapter 3

Ashlee got up on time Friday morning and pulled a blouse, dress pants, and blazer from the closet. “I’ve got a date tonight” klaxoned inside her head, and it perverted everything she tried to do. What would Felicity think of this outfit? She spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror mentally trying on makeup and experimentally putting up sections of hair to find the perfect combination of professional, fun, sexy, and gay.

She also knew Sarah would say something about whatever she did. She recalled the previous afternoon. When Ashlee got back to the office, she hadn’t seen Sarah. What if she had ditched work completely? While she was sitting with Felicity, Sarah had texted about 15 times telling her to keep going, but what if she hadn’t actually been in the office? Would she? Ashlee tried to file this thought under “P” for “Paranoid”.

In any case, there had been nothing to worry about. The place was half-deserted when she had returned. The plague at the Bureau had caused a work stoppage of the sort you occasionally got when working with the feds. Josh had still been out consulting with clients (the black Oxford ones, not the cowboy boot types he knew from El Paso).

The train had taken her back to Virginia, and just as she was climbing the stairs to her apartment, the texts and emails started coming in. Josh had pages of notes from his client meetings. They had to be organized. Federal regulations had to be consulted. Briefings had to be drafted. She’d plugged her laptop in at her desk by the couch, made a list and then had gotten to work on the Friday afternoon stuff for the regional manager. Nothing was going to get in the way of tomorrow night.

Having arrived at work, Ashlee was bending over the breakroom fridge trying to find a spot for the clear box. She was having to square up her co-workers’ lunches to “Tetris” in her own container. She was thus occupied when Sarah appeared in the door.

"Spill," ordered Sarah.

Ashlee nearly did just that with someone’s two-liter water flask when she started at the sudden command. She put the final touch on finding a place for everything, then closed the fridge, straightened up and turned around.

“Jeez, sorry, Ash. You almost scared me.” Stepping in, she squeezed between the table and the vending machine, then poised her hand on one of the pair of chairs. Not falling for it, thought Ashlee. Some of us have work to do. “So how did it go yesterday?” Sarah continued.”You were gone forever.”

“Oh, I didn’t see you,” Ashee replied with a touch of reproach. She put her coffee on the opposite side of the table from Sarah and sidled up to it. Sarah had made a tactical error in not blocking her path out, and Ashlee positioned herself for maximum advantage.

“I saw you coming through your window. I mean, I saw you through your window coming in. Whatever. You were looking like you needed a ‘Sarah break’, so I waited until I was sure you were back and sneaked out to go home. You were probably thinking I just left and sent you all those texts from the train.”

“Nah, not really.” Leave it to Sarah to find some way to make her uncomfortable even when she was giving her space.

“Yeah, I should have said something, sorry. So what happened?”

“You know, we talked about a bunch of stuff. She likes beaches and outdoor stuff …”

Sarah was sitting down. She took advantage of the pause to get to her point. “You got digits?”

“Yeah.”

“A date?”

“Yeah, tonight.”

“Shit, yeah!” Both her hands slapped the table. “Get it, girl!” The breakroom opened onto the admin/executive section, and a couple of colleagues were rolling into sight of the doorway with curiously craned necks. Ashlee tried to avoid their looks without looking as if she was trying to avoid them. Sarah pressed on: “What are you two doing?”

“I don’t really know. I’m picking her up when she gets off work.”

“Are you staying here tonight?”

“No, it’s not till nine, so I thought I’d go home and get the car.”

“You know, wow. Just wow. I am really happy about this. Get some for me, okay?” Ashlee tried to unravel this odd expression, but she had a pretty good idea what Sarah was getting at. Would she just grow up? Not that she had ever quite figured out what was expected of her in this department, but just because she wanted to have a so-called “date” did not mean she wanted to fuck Felicity in the first five minutes.

Sarah made her meaning a bit more clear: "Of course, she’s pretty tall for that back seat.”

There it was.

”Yeah, whatever, Sarah.” Ashlee made her escape, nearly forgetting her coffee, racing against the tears she knew she couldn’t stop. She was so furious! She turned down the short hall to the walk-in closet they called the legal department. Sarah just wanted to be a second-hand lesbian. Get it all set up, then make her cough it up the next morning so she could breathe it in. Sarah had probably jacked off last night just thinking about it.

The crying came just before she crossed the office threshold. To her horror, Josh had appeared at his desk some time in the past five minutes. He suddenly became engrossed in the wood grain on his desk. Ashlee took her seat across from him and tried to adjust her computer monitor to hide behind, but he suddenly remembered something urgent and disappeared.

She sat and sobbed. She could hear herself echoing in the hall, and a friendly hand -- whose, she never learned -- pulled the door shut. However, it wasn’t too long before she recovered enough to find the strength to do the things that needed to be done.

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Locker Room

Summary: Teen wolf, Isaac Lahey/Reader/Bret Talbot, Issac catches reader and Bret in the locker room

TW: Smut

“Just to be clear, Y/N knows about us right?”

“Isaac for the last time, yes, she knows you and everyone else in the pack are werewolves; she’s one too!”

“But just to-”

“Isaac fucking christ, she’s a werewolf, she knows you and Bret and Derek are all also werewolves will you fuck off!” Liam groans and Issac frowns.

“What now?”

“She knows Bret’s a-”

“They’ve been flirting for the past week; if that doesn’t trigger her heat I don’t know what will.”

“Heat?”

“Female werewolves go through a heat; basically their wolf side puts out a bunch of pheromones to attract new blood to the pack; which doesn’t matter for us since we’re not legitimately family.” Scott explains and Isaac narrows his eyes.

“So her and Bret…” He just growls clearly imagining a horrible scenario of you and bret doing something.

“Listen Isaac just talk to her? Explain how you feel and that the thought she wasn’t a werewolf was what was keeping you from asking her out, since you have bad control and you were scared of-”

“I don’t need a rundown of how crap I am Scott.” “I can just text her or something.” Stiles offers but Isaac just glares and then leaves the table to go mope.

Stiles texts you that Isaac is upset he’s not getting any from you and then sends four apology texts but he’s really annoyed at how whiny Isaac is being. You assure him that there’s no harm done and show Bret the texts who laughs.

“So you’re telling me that joke you made about wanting Isaac and I to have our way with you can be a reality?” He grins and you try not to blush but nod. “You want it to..” You assert and nod. Bret chuckles; with you being one of the only single females in Beacon Hills; on top of the fact you were now a werewolf Isaac and him had been butting heads on pretty much anything involving you. While you and Bret were currently just having fun and messing around you’d both started talking about making things more serious; which for both of you included Isaac.

Of course you can smell Isaac walking by.

“Ready babe?” You can’t help but giggle and Bret grins, eyes shimmering.

“Let’s play hunter and get ourselves a wolf.” He chuckles, before running his tongue across your pulse point making you moan. You swear Isaac trips as he walks by.

Bret pulls back a little smirking before he leans back, almost pushing your head into his as he kisses you. His hands feel tighter; you know you having recently gotten the bite made him more possessive, something you were enjoying probably a little bit too much.

“Fuck Bret.” You whimper his name as one of his hands pushes under the shorts you’re wearing to tease over your underwear. He smiles into your mouth as you grind down on his hand, you’re about to pull away and ask why but you can hear the door close. You tilt your head, pretending to be embarrassed; but the flush on your face is from how angry Isaac looks.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”

“Well I’m planning on fucking Y/N, you want in?” Bret laughs and Isaac snarls.

“Don’t fucking joke about that shit..”

“Isaac it’s okay..” You try to assure him but he just glares.

“So you two think that fucking in the locker room; where anyone can walk in is a good idea?”

“Well sort of.”

“Sort of?” He snarls and you reach out towards him, he can’t help but let himself wrap you in his arms.

“Got you in here.” Bret growls in Isaac’s ear.

“Relax Lahey, we just want to have some fun, see..” Bret grins, grinding his hips while his hand is still playing with you.

“I really think we should go somewhere a little less public…” Isaac hisses and Bret tilts his head waiting for Isaac to continue.

“I have a perfectly good unused bedroom..”

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somethingsupwithdrac · 2 years

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28th May Another message from Jonathan, who is thankfully still alive. So, serious note, this one has some really problematic shit that is specifically racist and xenophobic towards the Romani people and I am absolutely not going to repeat the slurs used in it. There are people who will be able to very cogently and eloquently lay this out for us all, but I am not one of them. I am just acknowledging that it’s there pretty blatantly in the text and moving on to the things I’m not entirely unequipped to discuss.

Jonathan took a risk here to get his letters out and tell Mina something of what was up and...utterly failed. I know that the intention here was ‘the Romani are Bad and In League With Dracula and that guy gave him the letters on purpose’, but I choose to interpret it as ‘Jonathan is an ignorant shit on this point and that guy actually did try or at least want to help him and either got threatened or outright killed for it because the Romani aren’t actually evil or stupid and wouldn’t be willingly helping a vampire’. “Attaching themselves to a noble” certainly sounds like a bunch of people reliant on the goodwill of a guy who could quite literally destroy them any time he wanted, so any betrayal that may have happened would have been under duress from the actual literal unholy horror monster wearing a human face. It would 100% fit with Dracula’s MO of casual lies and manipulation to murder someone for trying to help and then pretending that he’d handed those letters over willingly both as retribution for defying him and as one more avenue to make it clear to Jonathan that nobody around can or will help him.

Jonathan may or may not have been proven right about the fact that using in shorthand will prevent the Count from being able to read his diary and letters, although I’ve never really been able to decide whether yeah, he definitely could read it and that’s what made him angry, or that he couldn’t read exactly what it was but knew damn well that it was an explanation of what was happening/plea for help, which of course he couldn’t abide. There would be no other reason for Jonathan to write in shorthand when the other letter was in plain English than an attempt to defy him and get a distress signal out, after all.

Opening and burning the letter to Mina right in front of Jonathan to ensure he drove home how very fucked My Good Friend Jonathan Harker is and then the very insincere “oh oops, I accidentally opened this one, how clumsy of me, here, you should re-seal it in a new envelope, I just happen to have this one right here” is such a blatant display of his power in this situation and reinforcing the absolute lack of control and options Jonathan has right now. Continuing to toy with him by playing at being the nice friendly host when they both know he’s not is creepy as fuck and makes my skin crawl, as intended.

“ Despair has its own calms.“ as a final line for the entry is so good. Poor Jonathan is so far into the fear and hopelessness of the situation that he’s just coming out the other side into utter emotional shutdown.

(I am once again including a side note, because it is just too funny to browse the tags and see people being like “oh shit, yeah, this is a horror novel”, but yeah, this is a horror novel. Y’all have no idea.)

#dracula daily #my good friend jonathan harker #cw racism #dracula #so jon continues to be fucked #jon are you okay #jon do we need to send the police #yes we do

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