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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park.

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step.

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong.

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest.

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands.

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night.

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno.

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on?

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his.

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’.

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter.

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!”

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood.

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern.

“‘M fine.”

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief.

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained.

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.”

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle.

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone.

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you.

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’.

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.”

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.”

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better.

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suneatersupportsquad · 3 years

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red handed; colby brock

request: im not sure if you do requests or even any imagines for colby brock anymore but i was wondering if you cold make a exception, so basically the plot is that the reader met colby through kat and since then they hit it off, now their in a secretive relationship the only person who knows is kat but she only knows the reader has a crush on colby. one day everyones hanging out in the same room room and colby is sexting the reader, sams curious to whos hes texting and they find out their dating.

dedication: @whydontweanons

genre: fluff, subtle smut?

pairing: colby brock x gn!reader

characters: colby brock, sam golbach, katrina stuart, corey scherer, jake webber, kevin langue, brennen taylor, devyn lundy, tara yummy

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, what would probably be underage drinking, NSFW (barely), sexting (duh), mentions of COVID-19, quarantine

a/n: of course i’ll still write for sam and colby!! it’s just that, since i’m not as active of a follower of them as i used to be, my goal is to write for fandoms that i’m more invested in at the moment. but, honestly, i don’t think i could ever really stop writing for them. i love those boys so much. also this plot made me laugh so hard when i saw it in the best way possible. getting this request honestly made my day, so thank you for that!! anyways, i’m a little rusty, but here we go.

important links: masterlist

find more fics at my new blog @trapboysbunny

You and Colby had known each other for a long time - pretty much since he’d moved to LA with Sam - and you had been involved romantically just as long. You had met him and Sam through Kat on a boring Saturday night when all their friends flaked on coming to a little kickback they were hosting. Trying to be a good friend and cheer the boys up, Katrina had invited you to hopefully kickstart some emotional momentum. Your eyes met Colby’s for the first time and you clicked. Something in your gut had told you that the two of you would end up being close, and it was right. You had hit it off immediately, not taking very long to start laughing at one another’s corny jokes and telling stories over Smirnoff Ice while some random late night show played in the background. From that night on, it was history.

Since then, you two had been practically attached at the hip. If you weren’t sitting on the same room or facetiming, you were definitely texting one another. It became a running joke in your friend group that you two had evolved into a pair of siamese twins, or that being without you gave Colby separation anxiety. The two of you found it even more amusing when you actually began dating, not long after that fateful first night. It amazed the both of you that you were able to hide your relationship so well. No one had a clue. The two of you laughed about it quite often, actually, over late night phone calls and tipsy afternoons spent only with each other. No one knew, and nobody needed to know.

Colby, due to the internet and his fanbase being the way it is, preferred to keep his personal (and especially romantic) relationships more on the private side. His intent wasn’t necessarily to hide his feelings and relationship with you from his friends, but that particular topic of conversation never really came up in your friend group. Everyone had just kind of figured that everyone single would simply date someone when they were ready and tell everybody about it when they felt the time was appropriate. It wasn’t that Colby didn’t want to tell them, he just didn’t see the point in going out of his way to tell all of his friends hey after God knows how long I finally have a partner. He just didn’t want to make a big deal out of your relationship. Knowing his friends, they would definitely make it into some type of big thing, not to mention that Jake would dub the occasion as “cause for celebration” (which was really just an excuse to drink more). So Colby preferred to keep things on the quieter side for you two; neither of you wanted to make your relationship into an object for speculation.

Kat was the only person out of all of your friends to have any knowledge of your feelings for Colby. And thank God for her; if you didn’t have her to gush about Colby to, you probably would have either exploded or died. Or both. And she was there for every single second of it. She loved hearing about your movie nights, your urban exploring adventures, the sweet yet mundane things he would do to make you happy, literally anything. She ate that shit up like a man starved, and you did the same for her and Sam (regardless of the fact that their relationship was public already). You hadn’t told her explicitly about the nature of your relationship with Colby, really just gushed about your ever-growing love for the boy. Unbeknownst to you, she firmly believed that you only had feelings for Colby, clueless to the fact that the two of you had actually been dating for quite a while now. With her “go get ‘em, tiger” comments, along with similar remarks, you assumed that she had some sort of idea about your relationship with Cole, hence why you had never explicitly told her about your secret boyfriend. Kat, being the good friend that she was, never spilled your “secret” feelings to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend.

Eventually, quarantine started up amidst the international COVID-19 pandemic and you had begun practically living with the trap boys. A day without you in the house was enough to prompt concern for the boys, minus Colby who always knew the real reason why you weren’t coming over. This soon became the new normal, you taking a “day off” every few weeks to get tested just in case. At this point, it was almost comical that no one had figured out you two were dating yet.

One particular weekend afternoon, everyone in your friend group was hanging out at the house. You and Colby were sitting on opposite sides of the room, you next to Kat and Colby seated beside Sam. It was particularly warm today seeing as this Saturday landed smack in the middle of the infamous August heat wave, so you had thrown on a tank top and some shorts, nothing to flashy. Colby had dressed similarly, wearing only a muscle tee and a pair of trunks.

You were sat beside Kat, the both of you trying to listen to the story Devyn was telling. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore the way your boyfriend was staring at you from across the room. You looked away from Dev for just a second to shoot him a glare when you realize exactly why he’s looking at you. The speed at which the blood rushes to your face is dizzying, and you drop your head to stare at your lap. Motherfucker- You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “Quit it with the blowjob eyes asshole,” you type before pressing the blue send button.

You feel his gaze break as his phone vibrates. Trying to ignore him, you refuse to meet his gaze again, putting all of your effort into focusing on Devyn’s story. Seconds later your phone vibrates in your pocket. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the screen reads, and you shake your head.

“Uh huh sure ok.” You pressed send again.

Another few seconds passed and your phone vibrated again. “That shirt looks really good on you.”

You blushed as you read the message, flustered by the comment. Brows knitting together in confusion, you looked up to find him staring back at you with a dopey grin. You hunched over your phone and sent a message back. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course,” Colby replied, a gray typing bubble sitting under the message. “But you know how it would look cuter?”

You cocked your head to the side and typed out your response. “How?”

“On my bedroom floor.” You almost snorted at that, clamping a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. Typical. Thankfully no one had been paying enough attention to you to notice that you were distracted.

Colby, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. “Give me this, dude,” Sam said, snatching the phone out of Colby’s hand and effectively bringing the conversation on their side of the room to a halt. “You haven’t been listening for like the past 20 minutes, dude. Now let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”

“You don’t need to look at that, Sam, it’s not that important-” The tall brunette sounded slightly panicky as he reached and grappled with Sam for his phone. Sam played around for a little bit before finally reading the screen, eyes widening in amusement.

Upon finishing his reading, Sam lowered the phone and Colby relaxed, already knowing that he was caught. “So who’s ‘angelcakes,’ huh Colbert?” Sam prodded teasingly.

Colby blushed ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just a friend-”

“Which friend, huh?” Sam continued his teasing, growing louder and louder with every response until all eyes were on the two boys.

Colby shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but looking more stressed than ever in actuality. “Just a friend.”

“What do you say we call this friend, huh boys?” Sam suggested.

Kevin nodded, agreeing. “I think we definitely should.” Brennen also nodded when Sam looked to him for approval, essentially finalizing the decision.

“Okay then, let’s do this thing!” Sam yelled, earning cheers from all the other curious folks in the room. The blonde boy pressed call and Colby simply held his face in his hands.

You jumped when your phone rang, honestly having forgotten that oh shit, I’m angelcakes. Everyone turned to look at you curiously, Colby even peeking through his fingers. You didn’t even pick up the device, already knowing whose name would be lighting up the screen. “You gonna pick that up or something?” Corey asked awkwardly.

You shook your head, leaving your phone face down in its spot beside your thigh. “No, it’s probably not important anyways.”

A beat of heavy silence passed before Tara spoke. “Gee, they sure aren’t giving up. Maybe you should answer it.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s just-”

“Yeah, you should answer the phone, Y/N,” Jake agreed, the pieces seeming to click in his head.

You sighed, burning bright red to the tips of your ears. “Okay okay, fine.” You stood and clicked the answer button. “Hello?”

And there it was, your voice echoing from Colby’s phone. The room erupted in cheers of disbelief, the boys pouncing on Colby and the girls slapping you in playful excitement. “I knew there was something going on between you two!! There’s no way there couldn’t have been -- I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Kat squealed, smushing you in a hug.

The rest of the girls echoed the sentiment, a chorus of ‘same’s and ‘I can’t believe you’s. It took a while for everyone to calm down but, once everyone settled, you and Cole managed to get some alone time. The two of you escaped out back, the less than mediocre breeze cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. You held each other, almost as though you were about to start slow dancing. “Damn, caught red handed, huh?”

You laughed breathily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, ya know?”

“I know,” he agreed, cheek pressing against your hair. “I’m glad we don’t have to be weird around them anymore.”

“Me too,” you hummed.

Colby pulled away a little bit, just enough for him to look you in the eyes, your arms still around his neck. “Hey.”

You giggled, confused. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

You smiled your confirmation, eyes twinkling under the cheap backyard lights. “I love you.”

#colby brock #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock one shot #colby brock fanfic #colby brock imagine #fanfiction #the trap house #bug.oneshots

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team.

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“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder.

“‘Samu!"

"Could you be any more obvious?"

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand.

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?"

"I’m working on it!"

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen.

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out."

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"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues.

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look.

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member."

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place."

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure.

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at.

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do."

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze.

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones.

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair.

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume.

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours.

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here."

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals.

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list.

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?"

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders.

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories.

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you.

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone.

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality.

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three.

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink.

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you."

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone.

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet.

Except for today.

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy.

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone.

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it.

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place.

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?"

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put.

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache.

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head.

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image.

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?"

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you.

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

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aerinsfables · 3 years

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:) :)

Flower Shop AU, part 7 below.

Read part 6 here!

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That had to have been one of the most energetic games of volleyball Bracken had ever been involved with in his life. Granted, he hadn’t actually played volleyball since high school PE classes, but still. The amount of banter which had gone between mostly Seth and Warren had been quite amusing to observe, and when Tanu joined in on the teasing, it became even funnier.

Warren had claimed a partnership with Tanu as soon as he reached the net, which left Seth with Bracken; a mistake, Bracken thought, which Warren would not soon forget. Seth and Bracken were a pretty formidable team, and they found their balance with one another very quickly. Bracken had always possessed a natural talent of quick reflexes and good coordination, and it appeared that Seth was similarly inclined. They worked well together. Tanu and Warren were both also good at the game, but were not always on the same page with each other, which led to Warren diving into Tanu’s shins once and Tanu knocking heads with Warren another time.

He had to admit, this was nice. The camaraderie, the friendly teasing and banter, the smiles and obvious love each of these people held for one another… it was nice.

Perhaps Father had had a point about it being time for Bracken to come out of his shell.

“20-17,” Seth announced as he served the ball across the net. Warren returned it, Bracken popped it over again, and the ball was passed back and forth several times before Tanu just barely missed it and the ball landed on his side of the court.

“Boo,” Vanessa yelled from where she sat. “Warren, I thought you said you were going to kick Seth’s butt.”

“Working on it,” Warren replied. Tanu fetched the ball and tossed it back over to Seth so he could serve it again.

“You’re not doing a great job,” she replied.

Warren turned around and pointed at her. “Why don’t you come join us, then, Miss I-Can-Do-Anything-Better-Than-You?”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed and she turned to the others who were still around the unlit fire pit. “Anyone else want to join in? Mara? Dale? Kendra?”

Kendra started to shake her head no, but Dale stood up and planted a hand on her shoulder. “Come on,” he said. “Some exercise will do you good. Besides, we can’t let them think they’re better than we are, now, can we?”

A semi-smile crossed Kendra’s face, and she stood up. Dale gave her a quick hug and walked toward the net with his arm around her shoulders. Vanessa and Mara followed behind them.

“Who’s joining whose team?” Seth asked.

“I’m with Warren and Tanu,” Vanessa announced. “Mara’s with me.”

“That leaves us with Seth and Bracken,” Dale said. “My heart is broken, Vanessa. I thought you loved me.”

“Oh, I do, sweetheart. Somebody has to babysit your brother, though.”

“I do not need babysitting.”

“Sure looked like it from where I was sitting,” Vanessa replied.

Bracken deeply enjoyed all of the playfulness around him. Kendra had been correct when she’d told him that her family was a lively bunch.

“Welcome to our normal,” Kendra mumbled as she walked over to him. She wore a tired smile on her face.

“I am very entertained,” he admitted. “Are you alright?”

She replied with a sort of half shrug. “I don’t really feel like playing volleyball right now, but Dale is right. We have to kick Warren’s butt.”

Seth gave Kendra an enthusiastic grin and called to the other side of the net. “Did you hear that? Kendra just said we’re gonna cream you all.”

“Kendra should put her money where her mouth is,” Warren retorted. “Serve the ball, Seth!”

—————-

Lunch was ready before their game ended, and all parties had opted for food in lieu of continuing to play. Both teams had achieved roughly the same score up to that point, which was pretty exhilarating; it had been a very long time since Bracken had played a competitive sport, and he’d enjoyed the experience.

His phone alerted him to a new text message while everyone was eating lunch and chatting with one another. He gave it a quick glance, typed out a reply, sent his message and placed it back in his pocket.

“Is everything okay?” Kendra asked. She sat opposite from him at one of the picnic tables which had been set up on the deck. Scott and Marla shared this particular table, and the other attendees sat at additional ones.

“Yes, everything’s fine. One of the farms my family purchases a lot of flowers from likes to set up stalls at a local farmer’s market on Saturdays, and with Mother’s Day coming up in a couple weeks, they’ve asked for help with creating bouquets that weekend. It’s something I’ve helped them with for the past few years,” he explained.

“Which market?” Scott asked.

“It’s downtown,” Bracken replied. “Not too far from the flower shop and Warren and Dale’s café.”

“Oh, the one on 2nd Street?” Marla asked. “I like to go there to buy fresh produce. I don’t remember seeing you there before, though.”

“I usually only help them on Mother’s Day weekend,” Bracken explained. “Otherwise, I work in the shop on Saturdays.”

“Which farm is it?” Marla asked. “There are two or three different ones I can think of that sell flowers every weekend.”

“Bluebell,” Bracken said. “They usually have two or three stands in front of their tables where they put finished bouquets for customers to choose from, and their event tent is a light blue. It’s a family-run business as well. The parents and I put bouquets together all morning while the other son and their daughter handle the money and customer service part.”

“Interesting,” Scott stated. “I’m guessing their stall is pretty busy that particular weekend.”

Bracken nodded. “It’s their busiest day. Bouquets are purchased as quickly as they’re made. It’s typically a pretty busy weekend for our shop, as well, but the difference is that my family’s store receives probably 95% of our orders in advance of the holiday, whereas Bluebell creates and sells on the spot. It’s easy for my parents to handle the few customers who pop in that Saturday for quick arrangements. In exchange for our help here and there, Bluebell offers discounts to my family on the flowers we purchase from them.”

“A business move,” Kendra supplied.

“Yes,” he agreed. “We’ve worked with them for many years now. They’re practically family at this point.”

“Well. We might have to come visit you that weekend, then,” Marla said with a smile. “I don’t usually buy flowers, but it might be nice to grab a bouquet for once.”

“I buy you flowers,” Scott corrected. He sounded perhaps a little wounded in Bracken’s opinion.

Marla waved her hand at Scott. “I know, dear. I meant that I don’t usually buy flowers,” she said. “It might be nice to choose a bouquet for myself.”

Ruth walked up to their table and patted Scott’s shoulder. “Elise is here,” she announced. “She brought an assortment of little desserts. You four should go get some before Seth finds out.” Scott and Marla laughed and followed Ruth back inside the house.

Bracken looked up as another woman, presumably Elise, stepped out onto the back porch. She wore a loose-fitting tank top which showed off the tattoos on her upper arms, a studded nose ring in one nostril, and her hair was a stylish undercut on one side of her head. He remembered what Kendra had told him about Elise dating Mara, and he found it interesting that such different people were attracted to one another. Mara was much more conservative in appearance, and also seemed a little standoffish (at least to him, anyway), whereas Elise exuded very welcoming vibes.

Kendra smiled when she saw her. “Elise!” she called. She stood up and embraced her.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Elise said. “How are you doing?”

Kendra shrugged. “I’m fine. How are you? You look gorgeous. I love your hair!”

“Awww, thanks,” she replied. “It’s not totally done yet. I want to get it dyed, but haven’t decided on which color I want. Maybe orange.” She made eye contact with Bracken. “I’m Elise,” she said, and held out her hand to him in introduction.

“I’m Bracken,” he replied as he also stood up and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” she replied. She quickly looked him up and down, then whispered into Kendra’s ear loudly enough for him to hear, “Where’d you find this handsome man?”

His face started to warm up at her words, and he averted his gaze to the table. It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for people to remark on his appearance, but he felt a little awkward about it whenever it happened.

Kendra cleared her throat. “Bracken made the bouquet I sent you a picture of last week. He’s one of the florists from the shop across the street from Warren and Dale’s place.”

“A man with creativity and a little sass, hmm? I approve.” Elise nodded her head. She then laughed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird. Mostly. If you’ll excuse me, though, I need to go hug the rest of my people.” She bounced on the balls of her feet a couple of times before she gave Kendra one more hug and ran off toward her girlfriend.

A small laugh escaped from Kendra, and a fleeting thought of how pretty her genuine smile was ran through Bracken’s head. “She seems nice,” he said.

“She is,” Kendra replied. “She’s like a favorite aunt, or cousin.”

“Elise brought dessert!” Seth shouted from the other side of the deck. He let out a loud whoop of excitement and ran for the kitchen. Bracken laughed.

“Grandma was serious about getting some before Seth takes it all,” Kendra warned.

Bracken shrugged. “It won’t hurt me to forego a little sugar. I don’t mind. Today.” He smiled. “Would you like some? I can fight him for a piece of cake for you.”

That elicited another genuine laugh from her, which broadened his own smile. “Thank you, but I’ve eaten roughly my weight in ice cream this week and should probably refrain from further sugar consumption as well.”

He wanted to hug her, but wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate it. Instead, he placed one hand on her shoulder and said, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.”

Kendra’s face reddened and she looked like she might suddenly start to cry. She turned toward the lawn and hugged herself, but didn’t otherwise respond.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he immediately apologized, distressed at the thought that he might’ve caused her distress.

She waved a hand at him. “Not your fault,” she said. “It doesn’t take much these days. You’re right, I know you’re right, but I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay to be sad,” he replied. “It’s okay to be angry, hurt, and upset, too.”

Kendra looked back at him with watery eyes. “Are you a therapist?” she teased with a weak smile.

He laughed a little. “I have four sisters, remember?”

“Right,” she giggled. “I feel so crazy right now. One minute I’m laughing, the next I’m crying, and now I’m laughing again.”

“Sounds pretty normal to me,” he said. “I don’t think I’d be much better off if our situations were reversed.”

She looked down at her feet with a soft smile. “Thanks.”

Vanessa walked up at that moment and wrapped an arm around Kendra’s shoulders, then glowered at Bracken. “Is he bothering you?” she asked Kendra while clearly staring at him.

“No,” Kendra said. “I’m just an emotional wreck.”

A short ‘hmm’ was uttered by Vanessa, who continued to glare at Bracken.

Her crystal clear and plain-as-day mistrust and what felt like hatred was really quite uncomfortable to endure. Before he had the chance to ask her what her severe dislike of him was founded on, seeing as they’d just barely met, Warren stopped by and pulled Vanessa away from Kendra.

“There you are,” he said. “I was looking for you. Elise was just telling some story about a ridiculous customer of yours from the other day. Why didn’t you tell me about him? The dude who insisted on misspelling a word in his tattoo design, then got mad when it turned out misspelled on his skin?”

She rolled her eyes. “That was Elise’s customer,” she corrected.

“My bad. Maybe you should come over and make sure I understand the other stories she’s telling.”

A sigh escaped her. “I know what you’re doing,” she said to Warren. She squeezed Kendra again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m alright,” Kendra replied. “Bracken is being kind.”

“If you’re sure,” Vanessa answered. “You know where to find me.” She narrowed her eyes at Bracken once more, who was starting to feel more than a little annoyed by her attitude.

“I’m watching you,” she told him.

Bracken sent her what he hoped was his best unimpressed expression.

Vanessa shook her head at him, then turned toward Warren. “Go ahead, take my overbearing ass away from here.”

Warren shot an apologetic look at Bracken before he escorted Vanessa back toward Elise, Mara, Dale and Tanu.

“She’s been a little protective of me this week,” Kendra explained. “Sorry about that.”

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay. She doesn’t have to like me. I would’ve appreciated a chance for her to get to know me before deciding that she hates me, but that’s her problem, not mine. I can’t please everyone.”

Kendra blinked. “She doesn’t hate you.”

“I find that difficult to believe.”

“If she hated you, she would’ve sent you back to your car and told you to never come back.”

Bracken shrugged his shoulders again. “It’s alright. I can deal with being disliked. I just wish I knew what I’d done to warrant it.”

“You didn’t do anything. She’s just being protective,” Kendra said. “I promise.”

He decided that he didn’t want to carry that particular subject any further. “Understood.”

An awkward silence fell between them for a few moments, and then Seth reappeared on the deck from the kitchen with a small plate stacked high with an assortment of mini desserts. He made his way over to them, apparently unaware of what had just happened with Vanessa, and announced, “She brought cheesecakes and brownies.”

“Did you take them all?” Kendra asked as she gestured toward his plate.

“There’s some left,” he replied. “I couldn’t stack anymore on top without them falling over.”

“Sugar addict,” Kendra teased.

Seth faked being wounded in his chest. “Kendra. My sister. You’ve hurt me.”

“Do you deny it?”

“No.”

“Well then, there you go.”

“I can’t help it,” Seth said as he chewed on one of the brownies. “Sugar is delicious.”

Bracken and Kendra both nodded their heads, then Kendra stole one of the tiny cheesecakes from Seth’s plate and popped it into her mouth.

“Hey!” Seth protested. “Get your own!”

“I can’t help it,” she replied. “Sugar is delicious.”

Bracken laughed as Seth held his plate over his head while Kendra also laughed and tried to reach it.

——

Read part 8 here!

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fleckcmscott · 4 years

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Home Early

Summary: Y/N has to attend a conference for work. Arthur misses her.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Words: 3,746

A/N: A great request from @sweet-nothings04! This was so much fun to write! Thank you! And a gracious thanks to @ithinkimawriter for beta-ing. Love you, ma’am!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

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A mid-May business trip to Philadelphia was not what Y/N had planned. Phil, her new boss at Dube & Ellis, had decided it was great timing. She'd joined the law firm in April, just when a case involving Daggett Industries, a local chemical and pharmaceutical company, was moving forward. Her investigative skills could help, he told her, but she had to beef up her knowledge of labor statutes. Attending the annual employment and safety regulation conference would be a good opportunity.

The quality of her work being recognized so soon after her hiring pleased her - she'd always taken pride in it. And the idea of Arthur, a man who had never gotten a toe out of Gotham, traveling to a new city with her was charming. They'd be able to visit a historical site or two, explore the streets together, eventually settle at a comedy club so he could make notes. (Pogo's was a comforting familiarity, but there wasn't a lot of variety in the comedians.)

As soon as she asked if she could bring him with her, however, the notion was rejected. Phil merely pursed his lips, concluding with a slight shake of the head. When Y/N said she would, of course, pay for Arthur's half of the trip, he elaborated. "You're not married. It wouldn't look right." She gaped at him. "I know," he continued. "This is the eighties, we've come a long way, bra-burning and all that." Her eyebrow went higher with every syllable. "There are going to be a lot of other professionals there. You don't want a reputation."

It was such an archaic way of thinking. She managed to bite her tongue before spouting what was running through her head: that her sex life was none of their business. That her personal life had nothing to do with her competency. That she knew he meant the firm's reputation when he said "hers..."

She was still new. Her colleagues were learning how to take her brashness (not withstanding their appreciation of it during her interview), and she was in the process of becoming acquainted with them. She'd found a way to express herself, though, telling the man who was old enough to be her father, "You're showing your age, Phil." She thanked him for the chance to expand her expertise, accepted the registration form for the conference, and went to her desk.

Arthur was dour when he learned she had to leave, his annoyance clear in how his neck tightened, the tap of his fork on the table. Normally, his infrequent, mild petulance didn't bother her. A hug, a lame joke, and a kind word or two tended to bring him out of it. But the frustration at what her boss had said, the disrespect she'd felt, sat in her stomach. She kept her tone measured. "I'm not thrilled at the short notice, either. We'll have to go to the pier the next week." At his lack of verbal response, she put her hand on his and stopped its movements. "This isn't the last time this kind of thing is going to happen. Having your support is important to me."

Wincing, he let go of the utensil. "You do. I just..." His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. "It's nice to have you. It's gotten easier for me to live here."

"I do enjoy seeing you strut around in your pajama bottoms again."

He gave a warm look, snickered softly, and grasped her palm. "I'll be okay."

On the eve of the trip, Arthur held her closer than usual. The embrace, albeit lovely, was making her too hot to sleep. And she had to get up extra early to catch the commuter train. Turning towards him, she ran her fingertips along his forearm trying to lift his spirits. There was reassurance in his deliberate cadence when he started speaking - for her and for himself. "I don't want you worrying about me. I'll keep myself busy."

She reached to tuck an unruly curl behind his ear. "I'll call you every night. You can tell me a joke. Like when we started dating."

His voice was soft, teasing when he answered. "Should I take a shower afterwards, too?"

Giggling, she pulled herself an inch or two from him and tucked herself in. His chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth, the nuzzling of her hair, carried her to sleep.

Now she was in her room at the hotel adjoined to the conference center. It wasn't bad. The twenty-four inch TV had cable. The bathroom was clean. The mattress was somewhat lumpy but adequate. Ready for bed, she rested against the headboard. Her mind was reeling from everything presented today. Statistics showing workplace injuries were on the rise where funding to regulators had been cut. An overview of changes to federal labor statutes over the past few years. The workshop on employment law basics she'd chosen to attend. While it had all been interesting, she needed to unwind.

She was sipping the nightcap she'd ordered at the hotel bar as her pondering went to Arthur. She had incorrectly assumed being engrossed in her work would distract her from missing him too much. But his absence caused an unexpected pang in her chest. Mornings, without the sound of his shaver when she passed by the bathroom, his arm slung around her as she poured the coffee he'd made, or his smoky breath when they'd share their first kiss of the day, were the hardest. She rolled her eyes at herself. It felt silly, being a forty year old woman and lovesick after a mere three days.

Arthur sounded like he was doing all right whenever they talked. She hoped he wasn't putting on a brave face for her, pasting on a smile as he was still wont to do. Each conversation went similarly. They asked about each other's day. She would prattle on about the material they'd covered while he would patiently listen. He'd tell her what he had for dinner, how any gigs had gone, try out a couple new jokes on her. Then he would get quiet. It was the same tonight. Finally, he sighed. "I wish it was Saturday already. It's hard to sleep alone again." The "again" tugged at her. "The bed's empty without you."

The poignancy tinging his words made her frown. "I'm empty without you," she said, trying to lighten the mood. His awkward, sweet chuckle was a balm. "I'll be home, getting on your nerves, before you know it."

Once they'd hung up, she flipped through the channels in an effort to relax. But the shopping networks were numerous, the talk shows contrived and ridiculous, and the sit-com reruns from the fifties. And the ache that had formed in her heart during her call with Arthur was getting heavier as the minutes passed, the more she wished he was laying by her side. Turning off the TV and finishing the rest of her drink, she forced herself to doze.

~~~~~

Due to scheduling conflicts, the last day and a half of the conference was solely for lawyers, not paralegals. All it took was a short call to Phil to get permission to head back to Gotham early. That meant she'd be home Thursday night instead of Saturday. She'd have to work Friday, but she'd be back with Arthur a whole thirty-six hours sooner than planned.

The train arrived only a few minutes late at the hub between Bowery and the financial district. She'd been able to catch the 7:45 PM subway to Burnley after a short sprint. The temperatures had been unseasonably high lately. In spite of the stifling heat and humidity in the car, with its broken air conditioning, the anticipation coursing through her made her smile. She hoped he would like the souvenir she got him, and patted her pencil skirt pocket to ensure it was safe.

The apartment was quiet when she opened the front door. All the lights were off, except for the one over the stove. Maybe Arthur had gotten to sleep already, which would be good, considering the trouble he'd said he'd been having. After sliding the locks into place and putting the keys on the counter, she slipped off her shoes. Silently, she went to the bedroom in her nylon-stockings. As she got closer, about a foot away, she heard Arthur's voice. It was too faint to make out any words. He was likely dreaming or talking to himself, as he often did when working on his material. The door was ajar, about an inch - the warm glow of the bedside lamp shone through it. Not wanting to disturb him, she slowly opened the door halfway.

The sight in front of her froze her instantly.

Clad only in his briefs, Arthur was supine on her side of the mattress, his right forearm folded behind his head, which was tilted into the pillow beneath it. His forehead was furrowed, lips agape to allow ragged breaths to escape, punctuated by occasional, soft moans in his throat. Y/N's gaze roved lower, to his bare, heaving chest, then she followed the flexing muscles of his other arm. The fingers of his left hand were wrapped around his rigid shaft. Both legs were splayed, his right knee up and leaning to the side, while his left leg lay flat.

No one, not even her ex-husband, had ever done this in front of her. While she'd been curious, she'd never had the desire to actually watch someone pleasure themselves. His vulnerability struck her as she remembered Arthur hadn't intended to be seen doing this. Part of her thought she should step away, shut the door, and wait for him to finish. But it was getting harder to convince herself to walk away. Did he regularly do this before their nightly phone call? Would he be unsettled if he knew she was there?

Did he know how beautiful he was? Gulping, she studied the way he palmed himself, his grip stroking up and down as his hips slowly rocked into his fist. She hadn't expected to find this alluring. Her own breathing was getting heavier the longer she observed him, and she could feel her nipples tighten against the lace of her bra. Her fingers traveled to her breast, whispering over a stiff peak, fondling herself through the royal blue satin as she worried her bottom lip. She was growing desperate to join in. Then he grunted her name, and her breath hitched in response.

The flicks of his wrist increased as his forefinger and thumb moved to tease the swollen head. Compelled to step forward, she tip-toed in, opening the top three snaps of her blouse. Heat flared in her core as the pitch of his whimpers rose. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to sate it.

They were only three feet apart when she whined and gave herself away.

Arthur started and regarded her with confusion, which rapidly changed to shock. "Oh my god." The hue of his blush deepened from pink to beet red, as he scrambled to tuck himself into his briefs.

"It's all right. I-"

"Wh-What are you doing home?" he asked, grasping the corner of the gray sheet to cover his groin.

As he started to rise, Y/N rushed forward and sat beside him on the bed. "My schedule changed." She smoothed his hair back from his forehead, stray strands stuck in the sheen of his sweat. "I wanted to surprise you." The continued blush on his cheeks, his refusal to meet her eyes told her he was distressed. She kissed his hairline, brushing along his sideburn. "I shouldn't have barged in like that."

He shook his head slightly, long eyelashes resting on his cheekbones. She understood his reticence. That act was normally done alone. Though he hadn't talked about it much, she'd figured out privacy could be a sore spot for him. It made sense, given his history of living with Penny, how tiny their apartment had been. And if he'd come upon her in the same position, she would have been flustered, too. Y/N traced a laugh line. "Arthur, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." After a couple deep breaths, he blinked up at her. "How was your trip?"

She reclined next to him, snuggling his side and placing a hand on his chest. "It went well. But it would have been nicer if you'd been there." That coaxed a bashful smile out of him, which heartened her. "I learned a lot."

He leaned into her as she kissed his jaw. "Like what?"

"Well," she started, trying to think of a fun example. Arthur often asked her about her work, and she tried to use illustrations that would make sense to any layman. "If I hired a sexy comedian to do his set at a party-" Snorting, he rolled onto his side to face her. "It would be illegal to try to get out of paying him by sleeping with him." The pad of her thumb skimmed the lines at the corner of his eye. "I'd have to compensate him as agreed. Then I could romance him."

He ran his palm over her shoulder. "Good thing you never hired me." Then she felt the sear of his fingertips trailing her neck. "I think you would’ve broken the law."

"Definitely," she said, tracing the curve of his brow. He kissed her quickly, then met her gaze, his own filled with desire and a little uncertainty. Arthur had gained confidence since moving in three months ago, and uncertainty was the last thing she wanted for him to feel. In their home, in their room, and in their bed. It gave her pause. It might be best to simply address what had occurred. That had been her approach with him so far, and it hadn't failed her yet. "You don't have to be embarrassed." Grimacing, he ducked his chin. She caught it and bumped her nose to his. "Seeing you do that was...quite exciting."

His look was one of disbelief. "Really?" At the quick nod of her head, he huffed.

Gradually, allowing him plenty of time to stop her, she dragged her touch lower, playing across the lean muscles of his belly, along the waistband of his underwear. "What were you thinking about?"

He narrowed his eyes, holding her waist. "Y/N..."

She giggled, letting him guide her to straddle him. "Ah, so you were thinking about me."

Instead of speaking, he kissed her, his mouth groping messily at hers. The heat was enough to make her think she might melt into him. "I missed you," he murmured, arching up into her.

She met him and moaned softly, the grind of his hard-on making her core ache. "Four days without you was too long," she breathed. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his fiddled with her half-open top.

He held her hip, continuing the heady friction between them. "I want-." Even as need radiated from him, his pleas were spoken modestly. "I- I wanna make..."

Love, Y/N completed mentally. That was the phrase he, the romantic in their relationship, typically used. (She was usually blunter, sometimes vulgar, though it was lovemaking no matter what word was said.) It would be so easy to relinquish control, especially when she wanted to feel the stretch of him inside her so badly.

But not yet. Her blouse was peeled off her as she sat up, and she reached back to unhook her bra. He started to bunch her skirt around her hips until she wiggled out of his grasp. Sliding further down bed, her parted lips covered his sternum, leaving damp imprints in their wake. Her touch followed his v-lines, then dipped beneath the waistline of his briefs, pulling them off his narrow hips as she brushed her mouth along the dusting of hair starting at his navel.

Once his underwear was off, she grasped his erection. He jolted. "Wait, I won't last."

She planted a quick kiss right above his brown curls, earning a shiver from him. Barring the days he yearned to simply confirm the reality of their connection, he made sure she enjoyed herself in bed. He was good at reading her responses, and she never hesitated to say exactly what she needed. Now she had other ideas. "I took care of myself this morning. There's no way I could have paid attention, otherwise," she said, her voice taking on a slight rasp. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." A muffled laugh hitched in his throat, and he put his palm to his face, grinning at her.

She started to work him, her pumping motions steady yet gentle. He glanced at her hand on him, then let his head fall back into the pillow as his hips rose into her touch. Her brows knit together at the display before her, his handsomeness, his lithe frame, the delicious weight of his girth. She looked at his cock then and groaned. The prominent vein, the deep red of the glistening head, almost tinted purple with need... Her mouth watered, needing more of him. All of him.

Taking him between her lips, she closed her eyes as she savored the first taste of his arousal: salty with a bitter edge. A strangled sound left him, and he reached to loosely hold the back of her head. Licking across the slit, she bobbed slightly, enveloping him further. She brought her other hand between his thighs and cupped him, caressing the soft skin there. Then the tip of her tongue found the notch on the underside of the head and flicked against it.

His leg went around her, foot resting on her lower back as he whined, "Oh, fuck." That prompted her to smile around him. It wasn't often he cursed, usually when he was nervous or upset, not in casual conversation. When he did in the bedroom, she knew he was on the brink of losing control. She changed the angle of her head slightly, laving at him between fervent sucks, seeking to bring him off. The thigh against her arm tightened as the rolls of his pelvis sped up. Her own arousal bloomed as he got closer and closer to completion.

When he suddenly warned he was about to come, a craving captured her. One that astounded even as it thrilled her. She hadn't wanted to be marked by someone before, possessed by a person. The notion would have normally offended her sensibilities. But somehow her trust level with Arthur brought out that primal desire. The way he never talked down to or demeaned her, how he always treated her as his partner, allowed her to explore that side of herself. To realize she could enjoy it in this context.

At the first pulses in his length, her mouth left him. Keeping him in her grasp, she leaned forward until his cock brushed her chest. With a final, strained cry, he stiffened and thrust up towards her. She closed her eyes as he spilled onto her, gasping as she relished in the thin, warm lines of his essence hitting her breasts and catching on her nipple. A dull throbbing had begun in her center, and she rubbed herself languidly on the mattress as he grasped her shoulder.

He was still catching his breath when he opened his eyes and looked at her, at the marks he'd made across her torso. The tension in his face let her know he was unsure what to make of it. This wasn't something they had talked about. She kissed the crease of his thigh, and said the words that always soothed him. "I love you, Arthur."

The liquid on her chest was already cooling, and she crawled over him to grab a tissue from the box on the bedside stand. But he propped himself on his forearm and took it from her. He wiped at her tenderly, eyes softening as he went. "What was that?"

"Did you mind it?" At the instant shake of his head, she shrugged and bent closer to him, the sweetness in his care warming her heart. "I had an urge."

"Hm." While his dimples were slow to appear, the smirk he wore was sure. He crumpled the tissue and placed it by the base of the lamp, then pulled her on top of him. "You have some weird urges."

Chuckling, she pressed her forehead to his. "And they all involve you." His lips seized hers and he took her hand, squeezing it as he folded his fingers together. Their breaths mingled when they eventually parted. She rolled onto the bed and reached into her skirt pocket, hoping her gift hadn't broken in the heat of the moment. "Here, I got you something." She pulled out a black pen with the phrase "Philadelphia - The City of Love" printed on it in gold letters (she wouldn't tell him it meant brotherly love), with a heart at the end. "For your journal."

He took it slowly, then read the script on it, silently moving his lips. Beaming at her as if she'd given him the world instead of a cheap souvenir, he kissed her temple clumsily and got up. After pulling on his underwear and lounge pants, he left the bedroom. Y/N decided to finish undressing, threw on a tank top and pajama bottoms, and headed to the kitchen.

While she poured a glass of wine for them to share, he sat at his desk, scribbling quickly. She wondered what he was writing and asked a rare question: "May I take a peek?"

He could refuse her, of course, with no lingering resentment between them. But this time he didn't, waving her over. Him divulging the private thoughts he put in his journal was an infrequent treat, one she cherished. Holding the pages tightly, she assumed so they wouldn't flip to something he didn't want her to see, he showed her the simple note he'd written. "Y/N's back all ready and surprized me with this pen and more. She needs to learn to knock. Guess I better write some new jokes." She gazed at him, enjoying the contentment visible in his features.

After a peck to his cheek, he snaked an arm around her waist. She raked her hand through his hair and he smiled up at her. "It isn't late," she said. "I'll put a record on so we can catch up."

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tydy-the-megnet · 5 years

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Actual Human, 19

Based on @queenbrickisinariver's high quality meme. This is an AU, clearly

...

Callum sighed as he scrolled aimlessly through profile after profile of horny women on his Look Forum app. "You can find that special someone if you just 'look forum.'" he said, reveling in his own mocking voice. Why he had let Ezran make him a dating profile, he'd never know.

His little brother could be scarily persuasive at times.

"Because you need to find a girlfriend. You need to get over Claudia already."

It helped, of course, that Ezran was right. He usually was, in fact.

But still, to be put on the Look Forum seemed almost pathetic.

"Why would I even want to be with anyone from--?" Callum froze, his thumb hovering over yet another profile.

Rayla, Actual Human, 19.

70 miles away.

Hello I am real human. I enjoy activities such as discussing money and eating unhealthy amounts of bad food.

Accompanying the odd bio was a picture of a cute young woman with hair white as snow and skin so pale it appeared almost purple in whatever lightning she was under. Upon further inspection, two pieces of wood seemed to jut out of her hair like horns, and two deep purple marks were painted on her cheeks.

In other words, Callum realized, she looked like an elf. And well, he thought, what more did he need than an actual human with a sense of humor?

...

It had been a stupid bet. If it hadn't been for that pesky squirrel, she wouldn't be in this mess. But she lost, fair and square, and now Rayla was stuck with a profile on an online dating app.

A human dating app. She just hoped Runaan didn't find out. He would definitely take it the wrong way.

Oh well. She'd leave it up for a few days and then delete it once the others forgot about it. Or at least, that had been the plan.

But then she got a message from someone named Callum.

"Hello, fellow human. I also enjoy eating bad food. Shall we discuss which bad foods are the worst?"

Despite herself, Rayla quirked a smile. She couldn't believe her half-baked profile had gotten a hit, but it was pretty clear that this guy was also an elf. A skywing elf, if his looks were anything to go by. He could probably pass as human -- or perhaps he just worked on a disguise for his dating profile.

She responded after pondering the man, "Nice, did you lose a bet, too?"

...

She had lost a bet. Callum wasn't surprised. From what he could tell from the picture on Rayla's profile, she was stunningly beautiful. Why would she be on such a lame site other than a bet?

"No," he answered, "My brother talked me into trying to find a girlfriend."

"Well you haven't got a very good selection on here, have ya?"

Callum laughed out loud, a snort escaping him as he leaned back in his chair. It was true, too many of the people on Look Forum we're weirdos. But then, trying to flirt, Callum replied, "Well I found you. That's a plus."

...

Rayla couldn't stop heat from getting in her cheeks. He was right. While the rest of his options were rotten humans, he had managed to stumble upon her temporary joke profile.

Maybe- maybe this was destiny? The idea that some random event could lead to her meeting her true love was a bit far-fetched, and she was loathe to believe it, but--

Well, he was cute. She might as well give him a shot. But she wouldn't be hasty either, she decided. Stowing away her fleeting thoughts, she settled into her seat and sent her next reply.

"Oh you’re a charmer.” she typed.

"Heh, I try. So, I like to draw. What do you like to do?"

"Well," she sent, wondering what to put. She liked training to be an assassin, but she didn't want to say that, obviously, "I'm pretty athletic, and I like to do parkour."

"Oh, that's cool. It'd be fun to draw you flipping through the air." He replied, and moments later, "Wait, that sounded weird. I JUST MEANT IF YOU WERE OK WITH IT."

It was weird, Rayla thought, but as more heat pooled in her face, she figured she didn't mind. No one had ever wanted to draw her before, after all.

She typed an answer after a moment, hesitating before sending the message. Her thumb hovered over that blue arrow, and she clenched her eyes shut as she forced the finger down, heartbeat going wild.

...

"I mean if you really want to we can meet up sometime and you can draw me?"

Callum stared at the message.

No matter how long he started, it didn't vanish, so he stared some more. After a couple of minutes, dancing dots showed up under them, showing Rayla was typing again, but the words still didn't disappear.

Then the dots did vanish, and reappear, and vanish again. Callum realized with a start that he hadn't replied.

"Oh! Um okay. That sounds like fun. When and where?"

The boy gulped, disbelieving that he was setting up a date with a random girl from Look Forum. He was similarly awestruck through the rest of the conversation, barely processing the plans the girl was making.

Next Sunday? That small village near the Xadian border? There was a clearing near there with some rock faces that were good for her sort of thing, and a nice little shop in town to dine that day as well.

Huh, "I have a date. I have a date!" Callum jumped up, "I HAVE A DATE!"

"I glad it worked out for you, but can you be quiet, Callum?" Ezran said, glaring at him from where he poked his head through the doorway, "Nobody likes a loud dork."

"Sorry, Ez."

...

Sunday came too quickly, Rayla decided. She never came up with a good excuse for Runaan and the others, so she just told them she'd be back later and bolted from the campsite.

The outcropping -- the site of her date -- was a nice little spot she had found a couple days ago as her group was travelling through. It was fun to jump around rocks and pretend like she was fighting humans atop them.

What wasn't fun, however, was seeing a human looking at his phone on those rocks when she needed to get ready.

Silently, she sneaked up behind the oblivious human, a young male by the looks. Bringing her swords up, she quickly swiping forwards, bringing the twin blades up to his neck and readying herself to intimidate him into leaving.

"Ah sorry please don't kill me I have a date today!" The boy's arms jolted upward, the phone coming clearly into view at her eye level, where she could easily spot...

... herself?

"Where did ya get tha' photo?"

His head tilted upward, and Rayla almost caught a glimpse of his face, "Oh, that's Rayla. She's my date today. She told me to meet her here, so I'm sorry if this is private property or-"

"Callum?"

The world froze around them, and Callum slowly -- cautiously, minding the swords -- turned to look at her.

"Rayla?"

"Yer a human?"

"You-you're an elf?"

They stared blankly at each other as moments passed by. The world slowly started moving again, and Rayla was reminded of those scenes in romance novels where two soulmates meet and the world falls into place.

This felt nothing like that.

"Why were you on a human dating app?" Callum asked, his accusing tone biting through their close proximity.

"Ah, I, uh, lost a bet." Rayla stammered, "Why did you talk to me?"

"I thought you were a human."

"Do I look like a human?" She snapped.

"I thought you were being funny, like with your bio."

"What do-"

"Look," He said, and Rayla was tempted to keep talking through his interruption as an unholy fury began to roar in her heart, "Can-can you put the swords down? They're really unnerving."

"What-why-why didja think it was supposed ta be funny!?" She glared at the boy in lieu of lowering her weapons, "And why wasn't it obvious that I was an elf?"

"I figured an elf wouldn't use a human dating service!"

That--that was a fair point, Rayla decided, as her anger befan to fade. She nodded slowly, her hard stare still piercing Callum's presence.

"Can-can you lower the swords now?"

Almost unwillingly, she did so.

"And, uh, you're not gonna drink my blood or anything, are you?"

"Wha? No! What do you think elves are? Bloodthirsty monsters!?"

"I don't know! I've never met an elf before! I don't really know anything about them!" He raised his hands in surrender when the swords came up to his neck again.

"Well, lesson one: we don't drink blood."

"I, uh, got it. No blood. Taste bad."

She nodded sternly, lowering her blades again and finally stowing them away. She stared at Callum for another tense moment, before turning to leave.

Runaan would definitely never hear of this.

...

Rayla wasn't entirely sure how she got here.

It seemed obvious, she had walked here with Callum, into the small village to get something to eat. She just didn't really know how that happened.

As she scarfed down her own meal, silently sneaking glances to observe Callum's impeccable manners, she thought back to his words.

"Are you still interested in eating and talking about bad food?"

She just didn't know how she got here, sitting with him in a booth and eating a meal that honestly wasn't terrible.

She had been leaving, walking away from the unfortunate encounter with the rotten human. But a nervous smile and simple question later, and here she was.

"Wow," Callum said finally, his voice cutting through the tension like a sunforged blade through butter, "I guess you don't think it's that bad, huh?" He set down his utensils and dabbed his lips with a cloth, "You got a little something... everywhere."

Rayla blushed, taking her own cloth and wiping her entire face from the top down while he chuckled.

"It's not the worst," she mumbled.

"Well, humans have plenty of much better food, if you ever want to try it."

His smile seemed to thread lightning through her veins -- not an unpleasant sort of lightning, though -- and she nearly choked on her bread.

"Maybe."

"And if you're still interested," He added hesitantly, his words trailing off into oblivion as he raised his book to the table.

He opened to a middle page and showed her a sketch -- a remarkable likeness of her from the photo she used on Look Forum, though she noticed she looked human on the paper.

"I'd love to draw you," he said, and suddenly the lightning was very pleasant.

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17mounteens · 5 years

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300 days (Seungkwan)

Request: Hi!! 😄 thank you for opening the requests 💗could I request a fluffy smut with Seungkwan? In which like you're already dating and you've already done it before but in a particular evening you are very romantic to each other (maybe it's a special occasion and you go out for dinner or something like that!) and so the day ends up with you two in bed, etc.. you know? I hope I explained myself well ^^ Thank you so much and take care of yourselves!! I love your writing so much 💓💓

» thank you for your words and this request ;u; I hope it’s fluffy enough to your taste and not too spicy - if it is, I apologize 😂

» Smut.

» It’s your 300th day with Seungkwan, and to celebrate you’ve planned to go out on a romantic dinner. And just how you predicted, seeing him in a suit has you weak. After dinner things get heated, and you can’t get back to your place quick enough.

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It only took you three seconds to smile after waking up - as soon as you checked your phone, you were met with a message filled with hearts from your boyfriend.

Boo 💗 : Happy 300 days Y/N 💕 I can’t wait to see you today 😘 💕💕💕💕

Your heart fluttered a little at the thought of it already having been 300 days since the two of you finally acknowledged your mutual feelings out loud and became a couple. It felt like it was only yesterday that you had been worrying over whether Seungkwan liked you back or not, yet there you were, 300 days into knowing that he liked you a lot.

To celebrate your special day the two of you had made some plans, and you were more than excited to go through with them. It wasn’t often that the two of you would go on a particularly extravagant date, but this time you had booked a table at a bit more of a classy restaurant, one that wasn’t too expensive but that required some dressing up, and you could hardly wait. For one, it was a rare occasion, and for two… Seungkwan looked sinfully good in a suit.

Shaking the image of him in his finer suit out of your mind, you replied to him with a similarly cute message and smiled widely to yourself when he sent you an audio clip of him saying he loved you, followed by a kiss.

“I love you more,” you said while recording yourself and ended your short voice message with a kiss sound, too.

Boo 💗 : You’re so cute 😂

You grinned and teasingly asked him if he was at work, to which he said yes, and after a few more message he had to get back to it. Putting your phone down, you let out a content sigh and got up to start your day.

While you had feared that the day would roll by very slowly since you were really just waiting for the evening, you were surprised to see just how fast hours passed. By the time the clock hit 5pm you had already done everything you had to that day, showered and gotten ready, and were all ready to go when you got a message from Seungkwan, saying that he was downstairs.

You wasted no time in leaving from your apartment, and a couple of minutes later you were outside, quickening your steps when you spotted Seungkwan, holding a bouquet of roses. Once he saw you, too, his whole face was taken over by a bright smile, which in turn made you smile, too, as you spread your arms and hugged him tight.

Laughing, Seungkwan hugged you as well as he could with the bouquet in one of his hands, and you felt a light kiss on your neck. “Happy three hundred days, baby.”

“Happy three hundred days,” you grinned, and upon pulling back from the hug, gave him a sweet kiss, into which you poured all the love you had for him. For the duration of the kiss it felt like you two were the only people in the world, and you withdrew from it with a smile on your lips and your cheeks warm.

Seungkwan looked almost dazed after the kiss, and you giggled quietly at the minimal transfer of your lipstick on his lips, which you gently wiped off with your thumb. He snorted cutely. “It’s fine, it’s a good color.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled softly and gave him a small nod. “It looks good on you, too.”

He smiled and was about to say something when you could hear someone clear their throat, and you looked at a taxi with your eyebrows raised. Seungkwan snorted and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah, I got us a ride to the restaurant. Guess we should go.”

Laughing quietly, you nodded, and the two of you got into the car, sitting side by side at the back. It wasn’t too long of a ride, but you found yourself appreciative of the fact that you could just sit and lean against your boyfriend who, like you had presumed, looked smoking hot in his suit.

In fact, he looked so hot that you had to try to keep your thoughts somewhere else than Seungkwan and the suit. How would you be able to enjoy the dinner to the fullest if your mind was stuck on what would happen after?

Seungkwan chuckled when he sensed you get a bit distracted. “What’s on your mind?”

Blinking fast, you smiled and leaned to his ear. “Just you.”

“Oh?” he asked, his tone filled with curiosity and playfulness, and he looked at you knowingly. “Go on.”

You brought your hand to his cheek and shook your head before giving him a light peck on his cheek, soft and warm against your lips. “Later.”

He pouted and you giggled a little at how cute he looked. “You tease.”

“I know,” you grinned and brought your hand down to his thigh, which you then squeezed while licking your lips. “But I promise it’s worth it.”

His eyes widened momentarily, and you held back a laugh at the panicked look he gave the driver through the rear view mirror, relieved to see him focused on the road. Seungkwan swallowed and nodded, placing his hand on your leg, too. When he leaned to whisper in your ear, his voice was quiet and low in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” you replied, and just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, the taxi stopped and the driver asked for the payment.

Seungkwan took care of that, and soon you got out of the car and walked to the restaurant. When you gave away your jacket along with Seungkwan’s, he froze for a moment while scanning you from head to toe. His heart fluttered at how good you looked, although he, too, realized a need for some lighter thoughts with how well your ass was hugged by your dress. Pursing his lips, he moved his attention to the chandelier above him, and you chuckled when you turned around and saw him looking up in thought.

“Ready?” you asked, grinning when Seungkwan jolted a little, and got a nod from him. With that, the two of you moved on to get seated at your table, and some time later you had placed your orders and were simply sitting there, your left hand’s fingers intertwined with those of his right hand’s on the table.

“This is cheesy, but,” Seungkwan began with a soft smile and looked into your eyes with the most warmth present in his, “I’m really happy to be with you.”

Feeling like you could’ve melted in your seat, you nodded and smiled to him. “Me, too. There’s no one I’d want to be with more.”

He smiled in a way that made his eyes look even cuter, and your smile widened at that. You moved your thumb on the side of his forefinger slowly, and had there not been a candle in the middle of the table, you would’ve leaned over it to kiss him.

The dinner was even more romantic than you had anticipated, and you were both filled with happiness about being together - both in the moment and in the relationship - and so time flew, once again. You enjoyed both the food and each other’s company to the fullest, although towards the end, whether it was that you both thought that the other looked very good or the wine in your systems, you grew… a bit impatient, to put it lightly.

You enjoyed dessert regardless - one scoop of your favorite ice cream flavors - and with your small bowls empty, you licked your lips slowly. “Are we… ready to leave?”

Seungkwan raised his eyebrows, and a small smirk spread to his lips. “I think so.”

Soon you had paid for the meal and gotten your jackets from the cloakroom and were, instead, outside waiting for a taxi. You couldn’t speak for his behalf, but you were absolutely done with holding yourself back, and so you had your arms around Seungkwan under his jacket while you kissed him, only barely able to tone your passion down.

Feeling your hands start moving lower on his backside, Seungkwan laughed into the kiss. “Y/N, public.”

“I know,” you sighed and leaned against him, bringing your hands back to his lower back. You pouted as you pulled back to look at him, mildly amused by the pink color on his cheeks. “It’s just that the taxi is taking so long and I’m so…”

Seungkwan nodded knowingly and placed his hand on your lower back before leaning down to your ear. “Me too.”

You swallowed and looked him square in the eye as you bit on your lower lip a little. “We’re getting that taxi now.”

Luckily enough you didn’t have to go as far as steal someone else’s taxi as yours was the next one to pull over, and for the whole ride you were barely able to hold yourself back. You and Seungkwan shared a series of passionate kisses during the ten minutes you spent in the car, with your hand gradually moving higher on his thigh and his on your waist, although in all honesty you would’ve much rather had it between your legs.

Soon the car pulled over, and you held back your laughter when Seungkwan paid, dropping his card in the process with how impatient he was to get out, and the driver laughed at him. You stroked his back a little, and soon you were able to get out of the car and rush to the elevator of your apartment building instead.

You got into your apartment, and as soon as your shoes and jackets were off and the roses had been cast aside rather ungraciously, you led Seungkwan to your bedroom, only to have him press you against the wall next to the door. A smile played on your lips as you looked into his eyes while he stared back at you.

Placing his hands on your hips, Seungkwan then began moving them higher slowly, and somehow the change of pace only turned you on more - from the haste in the taxi you had now gotten to slow savoring of the moment, and you loved every second.

“You look gorgeous,” Seungkwan said quietly, continuing to move his hands higher on your body, and you felt a jolt of electricity run down your spine when you felt his thumbs go over your breasts, pressing against your hard nipples with ease through the thin material of the top of your dress and the very thin bralette. A quiet moan left your lips, and you got your hands on his shoulders. Seungkwan licked his lips and took a long, deep breath while his pants continued getting tighter and tighter.

“You… look pretty damn good, too,” you said with a small smirk on your lips, and slowly moved your hands from his shoulders to his tie that you loosened before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. “However… It’s time to take some of this off, don’t you think?”

You could feel his hands move to the back of your dress to unzip it and pop the small button open, too, and you could’ve moaned from the amount of confidence in his voice when he replied. “It’s definitely time.”

He slid your dress down your arms and waist until it was pooling at your ankles, and soon you were able to slide his shirt down his arms, too. You left the tie around his neck, and while he leaned in for a passionate kiss that you allowed yourself to get lost in, you also unbuttoned and unzipped his black pants that you then slid down his thighs.

“Better,” you sighed against his lips and palmed him through his boxers while kissing him hungrily, and muffled your moan into the kiss when he moved your bralette away from your breasts and cupped them both, leaving your pert nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Seungkwan…”

“Hmm?” he hummed while massaging your breasts, and slowly slid one of his hands down your quivering body until his fingertips were sliding underneath your panties.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you placed your hand on his arm and moved his hand away from your panties, and in the process moved yours away from his crotch, too. Seungkwan looked at you in confusion, but melted into a smile when you wordlessly grabbed his tie and started walking to your bed instead, pulling him with you.

Lying down on your back on your plush bed, you grinned up at Seungkwan, his erection prominent in his black boxers and the dark look in his eyes making you clench around nothing. “This is better.”

You slowly got your bralette off and Seungkwan got rid of his pants, too, during which you moved deeper into the bed. With his pants off, Seungkwan followed you, breathing heavily, and once he lowered himself over you, you could feel his hard-on on your thigh. The mere contact made you moan as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a hungry kiss, wrapping one leg around him while he moved one of his hands freely on your body.

“That tickles,” you breathed when he moved his hand very lightly on your side, and let out a quiet ah when he slid his hand into your panties without much fretting.

“Does it still tickle?” Seungkwan asked quietly while kissing a particularly sweet spot on the junction of your neck. Two of his fingers were moving up and down your slit, gathering your juices, and your hips bucked against his touch whenever the digits slid over your already swollen clit.

“No,” you mumbled, and while biting your lower lip you slid one of your hands down and into his boxers so that you could take his cock into your hand. He grunted and bucked into your hand, which made you hold back a moan and nibble lightly on his neck. “Seungkwan, please…”

Not even asking what you meant, Seungkwan brought his lips back to yours, swallowing your moans as he slid a finger inside of you, moving to lie down next to you for a more comfortable position. You mewled into the kiss and opened your legs more, wordlessly begging him for more.

And to make things easier for yourself, too, you slid his boxers down so that they weren’t in the way as you started stroking him. He fit nicely in your hand, and you could already imagine just how amazing it would feel to have him inside of you.

Seungkwan giggled quietly against your lips, although the cute noise was followed by a moan, which only made you buck more against his fingers. He sighed almost shakily into the kiss, slowly fucking your fist. “I want you so much, I...”

“Me, too,” you breathed and stroked him steadily, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft when some started gathering on the tip of his cock.

He soon slid your panties off you before fully getting lost in simply fingering you, socking his hips back and worth with your hand wrapped around his cock and his lips hungry against yours. You were soaked and quivering, and you could feel your patience starting to wear thin.

Seungkwan’s fingers were moving perfectly inside of you while you stroked him just as steadily, thumbing his slit gently every now and then, and you loved how that resulted him in pushing his fingers even harder into you every single time.

However, with how hard and good he felt in your hand and how obviously desperate he was getting, too, you felt like you’d had enough.

Breaking away from the kiss, you panted a little as your hips continued meeting his fingers on their own accord, showing just how desperate you were, and looked into his eyes. “Please, I need you…”

“Hm? You need me?” Seungkwan asked in a tone so teasing that you wanted to smack him for half a second, but when he cocked his eyebrow attractively, you were putty. “How?”

You stopped stroking him, after which he pulled his fingers out of you, too, and you were quick to push him down on your bed, your hands pressed on his chest. You looked at him with your eyes filled with lust and leaned down to nibble at his thighs, moving higher each time, until you were able to take his cock in your hand and lick a long stripe from the base to the tip that you took into your mouth for a moment.

“Like that?” Seungkwan asked, groaning quietly when you lowered your mouth on his cock, and shut his eyes as a silent cry left his lips when you shook your head and hummed around him, swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft.

You let him fall off your lips with a wet pop and moved up so that you were able to lower your pussy on his shaft and grind on it, spreading your juices over it as well. Seungkwan’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and you grinned when his Adam’s apple bobbed at the sight of you moving on his cock like that while looking down at him with such a dark look in your eyes. He placed his hands on your hips and pressed you down a little, which elicited a moan from you.

“Like…” you began and lifted your hips so that you were able to align the tip of his cock with your entrance. Seungkwan let out a content ah at that, and you sighed similarly, too, as you began sinking down on him slowly. “...this.”

Having him inside of you made your toes curl, and an involuntary moan left your lips as you rocked your hips a little, feeling him fill you up. Seungkwan grunted and held your hips steadily, giving you encouraging, almost needy nods while you moved your hips on him.

“Feels good, baby,” he said, and there was something about the way he said the word baby that had you clenching around him. His plump lips were slightly parted as he looked at you, taking in just how amazing you looked from his viewpoint, and he looked attractive to you, too.

Sighing, you leaned down and locked your lips in a passionate yet sweet kiss while continuing to move on him sensually, allowing him to feel all of you just as much as it allowed you to feel all of him. Seungkwan was more or less in cloud nine from being encased in your wet warmth, and your lips on his only egged him on, which you could feel in how his kisses only grew hungrier.

For the two of you the comfort you felt around each other and the closeness you experienced during sex was something you greatly treasured, and at the same time it was something that made the sex so good.

You rode him slowly and smiled against Seungkwan’s lips while you exchanged wet kisses, and even giggled quietly when you felt his hands move to your ass to guide you a little. You broke away from the kiss momentarily, just to be able to kiss him on his neck and whisper to his ear. “Go on.”

He chuckled, and once you lifted your head a little to be able to look into his eyes, he gave you the sweetest smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. Smiling, you leaned down to kiss him again and moaned against his lips when he began bucking up into you.

“Y/N,” Seungkwan soon mumbled against your lips, and you pulled back again. His hips bucked up a little at the sight of how out of this world you looked, and since you didn’t stop moving your hips, he had slight trouble formulating his sentence. Somewhere amidst that his hesitance faded, too, and his question turned into more of a declaration. “I’m taking charge now.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but your lips spread into a bright smile when he rolled the two of you over so that you were on your back. You got your hands into his dark hair and looked into his eyes lovingly as he stayed on his knees, caressing your body while looking into your eyes just as lovingly. “I love you, Boo.”

Seungkwan smiled at the pet name and leaned down to press a kiss to your jawline, and somehow his sweet tone contradicted with his thumb sliding down to your clit. “I love you, too, baby.”

You cupped his cheeks and brought him in for a long, deep kiss, during which you wrapped your legs around his waist and he began moving inside of you in relatively slow, deep thrusts, all the while his thumb rolled gently on your clit, which made your hips move on their own accord.

You loved being close to Seungkwan like that just as much as he did, and it was only made better because of how amazing you were both feeling. You could both feel heat pooling in the pits of your stomach, and as your kisses gradually got more intense, his thrusts got faster and harder, too.

You got one of your hands to Seungkwan’s upper back, where your nails dug a bit into his skin, and your other hand you kept in his hair that you held a little. Your breathing was erratic from how blissful you were feeling as he thrust inside of you time after time, and you could feel your orgasm building up inside of you. “S-Seungkwan, make me come.”

He merely hummed against your lips to let you know he’d heard you, and soon you were simply gone. His hips met yours in one desperate thrust after another that he angled as well as he could. It didn’t take long for him to come inside of you while moaning into your shoulder that he’d then hidden his face in, and you quivered underneath him as his hips came to a stop. His thumb didn’t, however, and you were taken aback when Seungkwan pulled out of you and kissed his way down to your breasts to be able to kiss you on your sensitive skin, using one hand to play with your nipples while his other hand remained between your legs.

His finger working on your clit alone was amazing, but that paired with him teasing your sensitive nipples was what did it to you. Seungkwan read you perfectly, and when he sensed that you were getting close to your orgasm, he slid two fingers into your wet pussy while sloppily half-massaging your clit, and soon your hips were bucking up almost uncontrollably as you were thrown over the edge.

Panting, you pulled Seungkwan into a sated kiss while he fingered you slowly through your orgasm.

When he broke away from the kiss, he looked you warmly in the eyes. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” you hummed contently and ran your hands over his chest before cupping his soft cheeks. “And it’s all thanks to you.”

“I like the sound of that,” Seungkwan said with a soft chuckle and gave you a playful peck on your lips.

After you had had a shared shower, the two of you got comfortable on the bed, and you were quick to cuddle up to him. Seungkwan merely giggled and got his arms around you, and it was in that moment, with both of you shower fresh and wearing minimal clothing, that you were both filled with the feeling of how there was no place you’d rather be than right there with one another.

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Chapter 14 - Goodbye and Hello

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“There’s no way it’s him!” Soryu exclaimed, holding the icepack to his cheek.

He was sitting on my couch and had hit the side of his face on the sidewalk when he’d collapsed as his old memories flooded back. Not wanting to make more of a scene than I already had in front of my building I dragged him upstairs and patched him up.

Similarly as I’d done with Hiroshi, I explained everything that had happened, including the fact that he’d tried to mug me on the train.

He apologized profusely, cursing the king and what had happened as well as reiterating once more that he was, “not the man he once was” despite the fact that it seemed his true nature was destined to be that of a criminal. When I explained that things would be complicated from here on out seeing as how he was now involved with the New York City mafia scene, his eyes drifted down and I saw actual tears start to well up in the gangster’s eyes.

“Seriously? I…I…”

“I know you worked hard to change. I have an idea that’ll fix this but I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”

“I’ll do anything to avoid sliding back into the man I once was!”

“Then we’ll ask the king to send you home. Back to the Tres Spades and we’ll say goodbye right now.”

“Goodbye? But…Naomi.”

I could feel myself getting choked up too but I nodded, “I want you to be happy Soryu and I know that’s not going to be here…with me.”

What Soryu didn’t know was that the king had already decided that he would be going back. Like me, he knew that Soryu would never be the man I’d choose and that this “second chance” was only a byproduct of the game I was currently playing. Of course Soryu was hot, and of course I was fond of him and proud of him for turning his life around. It was especially because of that last fact that I knew the king was right when I read the message, “2/6 - time to send this one back to my realm for his own good.”

The mob here was not some otome fairy tale that ended with Inui being sweet and clumsy. The mob here was ruthless and if we weren’t careful the reformed Soryu would quickly get snuffed out for fear that he might rat on his previously illicit activities.

“I want you to know that I still love you,” he said. “I’ve always loved you. And I’ve worked to become the man that you deserve - one who will never make you scared…ever again.”

“Thank you,” I said, gently taking the ice pack from him before I wiped the dirt from his scraped face with a warm cloth. “But I hope that you realize that as you are now you’re a better man than you once were. I might have been the catalyst for you to change, but I sincerely hope that you continue to live this way...for your own happiness. And for a future you can be proud of.”

It was then that my ex-boyfriend, ex-mobster, cold-as-ice Soryu cried like a baby, and I held him in my arms for a good fifteen minutes until he regained his composure.

When he did, we agreed to spend our last few hours together in good spirits and seeing as how he was Eisuke’s best friend, I figured that I might as well get his take on whether or not he thought it possible that the other king from his realm might be part of my game.

“There’s no way it’s him!”

“You’re positive?”

“I just…Eisuke knows how I feel about you. He’s my best friend and despite what people say about him, he really is a good person.”

I understood what Soryu was saying and I didn’t want to push the idea any further with him. I agreed that it would certainly be surprising if Eisuke was in fact the sixth man, but the way Soryu was dismissing the idea had far more to do with his feelings about me and Eisuke than it did as an objective third party to the situation.

“Just like his best friend,” I replied with a smile as I returned the ice pack to the freezer.

“How does it look?”

“You’ll probably have a bit of a bruise but you always look handsome when you’re a bit roughed up. I’m sure once you’re home the women of the Tres Spades will be falling all over themselves to try and land a date with you.”

A disgusted expression passed over Soryu’s features and I laughed, “You could stand to give more women a try you know…”

“No. You were different.”

“The only thing that was different about me was that you got to know me...as a person.”

He started to reply, then pursed his lips with a slightly confused expression and said, “Explain.”

“You had to get to know me because I was living with you. You initially saw me as a woman and then started to see me as Naomi as time went on…you have to do that with women.”

“But they all like perfume, and dresses, and they only want me for my money and connections!”

“Maybe some, but not all. And you won’t know until you actually have a real conversation with them. Just talk to them like you talk to your friends.”

“But they’re women!” He insisted.

I laughed, “I got news for you Sor, women are people - even in your realm. I know that because I’ve played a teacher, a baker, a police officer…you name it. They had hopes and dreams and opinions and you’d be happy with any of them. Maybe even a maid at the Tres Spades...someone you never noticed before but who is capable of loving you more than I ever could. And you deserve that. This man who worked so hard to better himself…he deserves it.”

His dark eyes looked back at me with a melancholy expression, but he forced a smile and quietly said, “I understand.”

“I’m glad. Be happy Soryu.”

It felt like a natural goodbye and I was unsurprised when a flash of light filled my apartment, revealing the king who nodded at Soryu with a polite smile. It was obvious that since he’d sent that message, the king had been watching me and he looked pleased at how entertaining our goodbye scene had been.

Neither of us fought was about to happen, and Soryu gave me a hug before stoically walking over to the king.

“Are you ready?” The king asked.

Soryu glanced back and I smiled despite the fact that I was crying. When he turned to face the king I caught one last glimpse of those broad shoulders and large back before he was gone.

“I have to say Naomi,” the king said with a smile, “you’re starting to make me sweat a little. Good luck this week.”

The king didn’t wait for a reply from me - he was someone who thrived on the dramatic and that last remark was enough to make me question if he was about to throw a massive curveball my way. Regardless, the day had taken its toll and I was ready for bed.

Seeing as how I had to work out with Hijikata tomorrow before I went into the office, I figured I might as well call it a night despite the fact that it was only 10 pm.

I woke the next day refreshed after a solid eight and a half hours of sleep. I had closed a chapter with not one, but two of the men in this realm and it was time to see how I felt about a third who was a bit of a mystery.

I threw on some workout clothes and ate half of a protein cookie at home and the other half during my walk to the gym, in the hopes of not passing out during what was about to be a strenuous hour. When I entered Edge Fitness, I saw Hijikata waiting for me with a smirk and he nodded in approval seeing as how I’d arrived 5 minutes early to my 8 A.M. workout.

“We’ll warm up with a light 2 mile run today,” he said, leading me to the treadmills after I’d dropped my bags into a locker.

“Ok!”

“Someone’s energetic this morning,” he said with a sneer, “I guess that means I can really go hard on you today.”

“Do your worst!” I said with a smile, though not meaning a word of it.

Hijikata let out a laugh and the second he did I saw this world’s iteration of Shinsaku Takasugi antagonistically drape his arm around Hijikata.

His light brown hair clung to his skin, which was covered in a even sheen of sweat. Standing side by side the two were built very similarly, and their tight attire made that all the more obvious. They both wore shorts that hugged their muscular backsides with Edge Fitness tank tops that left little to the imagination when it came to their impressive chest and arms.

The image felt as if it were something out of a Boy Love manga - a smooth looking, well built man covered in sweat as a slightly grumpier one wore an expression of protest beside him.

“The demon trainer laughs? Who knew.”

Hijikata immediately shook Shin’s arm off of him and snapped, “Get outta here Taka, I’m working.”

Shin didn’t seem to care, and instead he chuckled and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead purposely giving me a peek at his perfectly defined abdominal muscles. I was feeling painfully thirsty that morning and though he and I didn’t have the best history together (not that he seemed to remember anything from Otento), seeing his abs first thing in the morning left me with a little grin on my face.

“Hey, we haven’t met before - everyone calls me Taka. I’m going to be training you after I retire Tosh,” he said to me with a confident grin.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Naomi,” I quickly said, which only seemed to make Shin smile wider and Hijikata look angrier.

“I’m jealous that Tosh is allowed to train such lovely clients. A demon like him should never be allowed near someone as delicate as yourself.”

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong,” I said with my head held high, “I’m quite strong and you’d be quite foolish to underestimate me based on my appearance.”

The comment caught both men off guard in the best possible way, and I watched as their attention stayed on me and their eyes filled with something in between lust and admiration.

“With that said, it’s already been five minutes into my warm up and I haven’t started so…it was nice meeting you.”

Hijikata smiled triumphantly and stepped up onto the treadmill beside me, away from Shin.

He hit a few buttons and before I knew it I was running 2 miles at a ten minute pace, which doesn’t sound too difficult but proved to have me panting after a minute or so. Shin left us to it after I started running, though he did say something about looking forward to seeing me around the gym.

I could tell that his comments irked Hijikata and I hoped it was because I was making progress in getting him to see me as more than just a client. That day however, his workout kept me moving at a pace that had me out of breath and barely able to think, let alone seduce.

By the end of our hour, sweat was pouring off of me and I felt incredibly smelly and unsexy as Hijikata used our last few minutes together to help me stretch. I didn’t particularly want him touching me in such a state, but I tried to keep my cool as his hands ran over my calf as he extended my leg.

“Have you been meditating?” he asked.

“Yes,” I lied, “I’m really trying to make it part of my routine.”

Hijikata smiled triumphantly, “Checking in with your body only leads to having a healthier one.”

I gave a little nod and Hijikata pushed my leg a bit further, causing me to let out a little yelp.

He chuckled and when I asked why he was laughing he cooly lowered my leg back to the ground and said, “That was cute. Good job today. I’ll see you tomorrow at 7.”

I smiled and nodded, happy that he had remembered that Mondays the company lets us roll in closer to 10/10:30 whereas the rest of the week I try to get in by 9/9:30. It was a small detail that showed he was thinking of me enough to remember something like that, and I made my way to the showers.

Seeing as how I lived a few blocks away, I could have easily gotten ready at home. However, that wouldn’t have let me show Hijikata how cute I looked in my work clothes and so I made the plan to get ready and dressed and say goodbye looking my best if only to put in his head what it was that he might be missing.

The past few workouts he’d seen me looking like a total scrub, and in order to undo that image, I gave myself a sleek blowout and donned a tight black dress that was still office appropriate.

I was feeling pretty good about myself as I applied a bit of tinted moisturizer to my face and a light coat of mascara on my lashes. Once I felt completely confident that this was going to be the best I was look, I jammed my belongings into their appropriate bag and attempted to walk in the wedges that would soon be exchanged with a pair of flats once I was back home. I planned to drop off my belongings and make the quick swap before heading into work, but I wanted Hijikata to think that I was the kind of confident woman who could rock some wedges that made her legs look amazing.

The second I exited the locker room, I saw Shin and Hijikata arguing about something at the front desk. They were so focused on each other that I worried my hard work would be in vain, so I tried to be as breezy as possible in my approach.

“Thanks for today - I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to Hijikata with a smile, hoping that he would be so awed by my beauty that he’d feel compelled to ask me out then and there.

As if my mind had been read I heard a voice call out and say, “Hey - we should go out sometime.”

I froze at the stairwell hoping that it belonged to the right otome man in the game I was playing but when I turned back, and saw Shin smiling at me as Hijikata stared daggers at him.

“You’re not my client, so I don’t see a problem with it. We can talk about it tomorrow,” Shin said and before I could shoot him down, he walked away.

I stood frozen on the spot, my plan having backfired slightly and to make matters worse I had no idea if Shin was asking me out because he was indeed the sixth man or if it was merely to get a rise out of his rival.

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elfgrove · 7 years

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Bad Diagnosis - Part 3/6

Rating: T - angst, facing mortality, friendship, lion-paladin bond Word Count: 2195 Characters: Katie “Pidge” Holt, Green Lion, Hunk Garrett, Keith Kogane AO3: [link] < Prev | Next >

Note: a) This is not an entirely accurate depiction of how brain tumors affect real people. It is based largely on skimming online stuff and stories from family members who’ve been there. Also, blame inaccuracies on how the Altean medicine is affecting things. b) Actions of characters are meant to be in-character and as flawed as the characters are, not recommended behavior for real people to follow.

"Hey Pidge, can you stick around and help me with the food goo machine after breakfast?"

She glanced up at Hunk from where she'd been blearily trying to muddle through some code on her tablet. Last night had been long. A seizure in a supply closet followed by a couple of hours curled up inside Green before she'd finally managed to grab a couple of hours sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

Days like this, she really missed coffee.

"Sure thing."

She stretched when breakfast was over, rolling up her sleeves and helping Hunk gather the dishes while the other members of Team Voltron left to go about their own tasks.

For a while, they worked quietly together, washing dishes.

"So, what have you been working on lately?"

She almost dropped the plate she was holding, "Trying to figure out how to adapt the cloaking from the training maze for the other lions. Why?"

"Just curious I guess," He took the plate from her, putting it away.

"You don't normally ask."

Hunk shrugged, wiping his hands of before passing her the towel, "I've been wondering."

She copied the motion, laying the towel down on the counter when she was done, "Yeah. I figured. You usually don't though. You know I'll tell you about it when I get it working."

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking around the kitchen as if he could find a distraction rather than answer her.

"The food goo machine doesn't need work, does it?"

"Err... No."

"Hunk!"

"Listen, I'm worried about you!" He started pacing, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, but not raising his voice, "You've been quieter than usual about whatever you've been working on in your free time lately. You usually come to me if you're having trouble working something out, but you haven't. And I can tell it's eating up all of your focus, because you've been eating less. Don't look at me like that. It's a lot less. You're losing weight, and you really don't have any extra to lose."

She'd known her appetite had been shrinking as she'd been needing to increase the doses, but she hadn't thought anyone would notice. She hadn't realized she'd been losing weight.

"Someone else is going to notice and say something eventually." Hunk sighed, stopping to run a hand through his hair and glance at her before looking away again, "I figured I'd try to talk to you about it privately, help you with whatever you're working on so you wouldn't be so keyed up that you're not eating."

She shook her head slowly, "It's nothing you can help with."

"It's not really cloaking stuff for the Lions, is it?"

She chuckled, "I am working on that, actually."

"It's not my food, is it? I can make something else for you if that's the problem!"

She started to say no, but he was right. Eating had been harder lately. She couldn't keep not eating and pilot. Food was necessary to survival and all. Eventually, someone else would make an issue of it too, and they'd be less willing to let her off the hook without a good answer.

"Could you maybe make mine with less spices or strong smells?" She cringed to even ask, "You're a great cook, but I think all the alien food is just doing a number on my stomach."

He nodded enthusiastically, "I can handle that!"

He sounded so cheered by the ability to do something, she had to smile, "Thanks, Hunk."

"Do you want me to whip you up something now? I can make something now!"

"No," She laughed. "I'm good for now. I appreciate it."

"Anytime!"

"Okay, I'm going to go get back to work with Green."

He nodded, already turning to the cabinets and storage bins, probably planning how to alter his food to make something blander for her.

It would probably actually help too.

Green banked a hard left to avoid a blast from the Galra battle cruiser.

Red flew in beside them, Keith's voice coming in over the coms, "Flank left, and I'll go right. If we use the jaw blades along the inset just above that turret line—"

She nodded as she saw what he was talking about it, “On it!”

Green shook as they ripped through the hull of the giant ship, and a satisfying crescendo of explosions followed in her wake. At the other end of the battleship, she shared a cheer of triumph with Keith. While the ship started to collapse in catastrophic failure, they swept out through the space, clearing smaller enemy fighters with claws and blasts from the Lions’ mouths.

Nearby, the other three Paladins had taken out the larger battle cruiser and were similarly sweeping the area of stray fighters. Allura sent out a message that she and Coran working with the native Bajorans had managed to successfully stop the bomb planted in the tectonic plates of the planet below them.

She snickered as Allura repeated the name of the planet, unable to keep a straight face at the idea that Bajor was a real planet. Bajorans a real alien race. It was straight out of Star Trek. Not that the real Bajorans looked anything like their fictional TV counterparts.

She muted her comm to avoid getting chastised by Shiro or Allura again for her bad sense of humor.

“I heard that,” Keith’s voice came over a one-to-one channel between their Lions.

She chuckled again, “I can’t help it. BAJORANS! I used to watch old Star Trek episodes with my Mom.”

They swept through another cluster of Galran fighters, working in tandem to clear the battlefield as they chatted.

“Hey, I didn’t say I blamed you,” This time Keith laughed. “I was kind of disappointed when it turned out they looked like regular Grey aliens straight out of the old Roswell conspiracy theories.”

“Right?!” She felt her grin widen even as she wiped sweat away from her neck and pulled at the fabric of her suit trying to get some relief in the stuffy cockpit. “Not so much as a single earring or wrinkled nose! I can’t believe Star Trek lied to me!”

“You and I both,” Keith answered warmly. “Just don’t mention it to Allura or Shiro, I don’t think they’d appreciate the joke.”

“Of course not!”

“Still, I can’t believe some writer on Earth managed to get the names right for an old sci-fi show. The rebel group here even calls themselves the Maquis!”

“You noticed that too?”

“Absolutely!”

They continued chatting for a while, discussing favorite Star Trek races while hunting down the last straggling sentry-manned Galra fighters. Hers was Vulcans, of course. She was more surprised to find out Keith’s was Betazoids. Somehow, she’d expected Klingons.

When they got back to the Lion hangar at the Castleship, Shiro complimented them on how well they’d worked as a pair today, the sword and shield of Voltron. They’d traded satisfied grins and a fist bump, not telling anyone they’d been bonding over an old sci-fi series and making bad jokes for a large chunk of the battle.

She hadn’t expected Keith to track her down later to continue their chat. It wasn’t that he never did. In fact, it wasn’t strange at all for them to discuss Earth conspiracy theories and urban legends while she was working on a project, but she usually had privacy for several vargas after a battle. Everyone went off to relax, rest, and unwind in their own way.

Usually.

Under normal circumstances she would have found him perching on some nearby bit of furniture chatting with her while she worked her way through some bit of alien technology comforting. Today wasn’t a normal day.

Not old normal at least.

She’d managed to get a shower and get changed into a set of casual Altean clothes (her poor sweater from Earth was on its last legs) before the tremors had set in today. The last thing she’d expected was for Keith to come uncertainly into the darkened and unused lounge she’d hidden in just as the smell of cinnamon started to overwhelm her senses.

“Pidge,” His smiling face had fallen into that lost puppy look he sometimes wore as his searching eyes zeroed in on her in the dully-lit room. “What are you doing down here?”

She shook her head, trying to hide the way her arms were already starting to spasm, beginning at the hands, pinning them between her knees where she sat on the floor behind a couch.

“Nothing,” There was a slowness to her words, and she could feel her mind starting to swim. This was going to be one of the bad ones.

Not now. NOT. NOW.

Keith’s eyes narrowed and he dropped a tablet he’d been carrying as he rushed to kneel next to her. “What’s wrong? What can I do? I’ll go get—"

“No!” She managed to choke out a few words, voice desperate and fierce, even as the room started to tilt dangerously. “Don’t tell!”

She felt Keith’s hands on her shoulders as an oddly distant sensation just as the world around her went black.

She came back to herself quickly, head spinning, body sore, every muscle in revolt. She pushed herself halfway up and leaned away from something soft and warm as her body shuddered violently and she vomited what little she’d eaten this morning onto the metal floor.

She was breathing hard, on hands and knees by the time her stomach finished emptying. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, not ready to face the consequences of having been caught yet. An arm carefully wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her backwards until she was leaning against something – the couch back?

She cracked her eyes open slowly to find she was still in the dimly lit lounge, Keith sat next to her, purple eyes wide and watchful, his arm still carefully holding her in a sitting position.

“Keith...?”

“Welcome back,” He spoke softly, eyebrows furrowed and uncertain. “What do you need?”

“Water. Should be—"

“On the table,” He finished. “I see them. Can you sit up on your own?”

She nodded, and he moved to retrieve a couple of the water packs she’d left in the room for exactly this reason. He passed one to her as he returned to his seat on the floor next to her, holding the other on his far side, watching as she took a few long drinks before retrieving her pills from a pocket and taking a dose of the Altean medicine.

He waited.

“You didn’t tell anyone.” She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement.

“You asked me not to.” He shifted to face her better, ignoring the vomit on the floor, but eyes darting from the pill bottle to her face. “Something’s wrong.”

She swallowed a couple of times, feeling disgusting and humiliated, and not enough on top of her game to be sure she could convince him to keep her secret. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“What is it?”

“Promise me.”

“Pidge, I can’t...”

“I need you to.” She took a bet, knowing how deep his bond with Red ran, “If anyone finds out, they’ll make me stop piloting Green.”

His eyes widened, and she watched as his jaw clench in sympathy.

“I cannot lose her.”

“Okay.” He took in and released a long, slow breath, “But you have to tell me what’s going on.”

She nodded, feeling her shoulders unknot slightly in relief, “I have a brain tumor. I’m taking meds for it, but I still have seizures occasionally.” A lot more than occasionally, but Keith didn’t need to know that. “I’m handling it.”

“I’m guessing the healing pods don’t help.”

“It’s not an injury or a foreign entity. It’s a genetic abnormality. It’s me. The pods wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

He sighed and bit his bottom lip, “I’m guessing surgery is—"

“Not operable. Even if we had a surgeon on the team, which we don’t.”

“Is it,” He paused, looking her up and down as if putting several puzzle pieces together at once. “It’s killing you.”

“Brain tumors kind of tend to do that,” She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but felt hot tears forming at the corners of her eyes anyways. “It’s how they work. I’m mitigating.”

He nodded, small swift bobs of his head without looking at her, like he was trying to make himself accept the news.

They were silent for a long few moments, sitting together on the cold floor of an abandoned section of the castle.

“How long?” His voice was almost childlike in the tone of the question, “How long do you have?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why would they make you stop piloting if they knew?”

She locked eyes with him, “You already know that answer, Keith. You’re smart.”

He stared back for a long moment before slowly closing his eyes and bringing his hand up to cover the lower half of his face. His expression was pained. “The Lion Paladin bond. Its accelerating the tumor growth.”

He didn’t open his eyes to see her nod of confirmation.

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Covid 19

Day 1

Here I sit in my prison home that they call Covid 19. Of course, this is not really day one of the Coronavirus outbreak but it’s the first time, I’ve felt the need to write about it as it gets nearer to home. We’re all imprisoned even though we are at home, we are not allowed out. Well, we are not supposed to go out but living in a rural village where I do, no-one is checking us around here and no-one is going to stop me. And I am fed up with being told to wash my hands!

I’m 61 years old, fit and healthy so how dare the government dictate what I can and cannot do? OK, I know that there is this annoying outbreak of a virus spreading around the world but it is not killing everyone - yet, anyway. How did it get here? Is this Nature’s way of reducing or even completely destroying the human population as a punishment for what we have done to this planet? Or are there aliens from another world who want this lovely place for themselves and have infiltrated us without our knowing? I only stopped working last year and this is not the way I want to spend my retirement, dictated to by an unknown virus and being constantly told to wash my hands.

Day 2

The world is being turned up-side-down. Despite over 17,000 people dying from influenza in Britain last winter, everyone is being told that this virus is ‘unprecedented’, a ‘pandemic’ and we must fight it at all costs. But at what cost? Cafés, restaurants, pubs and clubs have all been told to shut completely and no activities where people get together for social gatherings are permitted at all.

Nobody can escape the effects. Thousands, if not millions, of people can no longer earn a living at all. The government says it will make some vast sum of money available to help those who can no longer go to work because their employer has shut up shop. Some have to stay at home with their children who are no longer going to school as the government has closed them all until further notice. Where is this money coming from? The government will be bankrupt like everyone else.

Those who have a small dose of the virus might normally still carry on as it is not apparently serious for most healthy people but the government insists that one must stay indoors if they have any symptoms of this unknown virus at all for fear of spreading it to others. Did this happen with the usual number suffering from colds and flu in previous winters? No, it did not. Those who had any infectious illness made their own decisions as to whether they felt they could carry on because they needed to continue to earn a living. They would always decide to stay at home if they thought they might pass it on to others. They certainly would not visit elderly or vulnerable family or friends, knowing how important it is to protect them from catching it. We all wash our hands, don’t we?

After a cold or flu, one’s body is wired to build up some natural resistance, therefore guarding against the same problems well into the future. Is this virus any different? The worst thing about this one is that it is a new virus and the long term effects are unknown.

It started in China where thousands were affected and many died. Not long after this was known, it spread to other countries and now all over Europe thousands of their people also have Cornavirus and there it has caused many deaths. Most countries around the world are now stricken to a certain degree as well. So far, Britain has a relatively small number with the virus and low numbers of deaths but the government obviously think that the numbers are going to rise significantly.

Day 3

The sun is shining at last. After a terrible winter with more storms than usual and horrendous floods in so many places, we all thought that winter would never end. With dry weather for most of the country for the next few days, at least one can get out for a walk or work in the garden.

For me, and most other people, there are huge disappointments because of the restrictions which have now been imposed on all social gatherings, meaning the cancellation of all events for the foreseeable future. I am missing my twice weekly circuit training sessions, my weekly Welsh learners’ coffee mornings, my monthly Welsh learners’ afternoon tea meetings. The Learners’ Eisteddfod has been cancelled which was a blow as I had written two entries for the writers’ competitions and had been practicing hard for the recital competition where I was going to read the wonderful poem ‘Ofn’ by Hywel Griffiths. It is full of difficult words for a learner but with my tutor’s help, I believe I was beginning to be able to recite it correctly. This poem actually has resonance today as it says that ‘Terrorism can strike anywhere’. Well, Corvid 19 is the worst kind of terrorism imaginable and it is certainly spreading absolutely everywhere. On top of that, local music concerts have been cancelled, including a classical concert which included performances by friends from our Welsh group and a new work composed by another local composer to be played by one of them.

Day 4

How we are developing alternative ways to live our lives. Our tutor did set up our Welsh class via the Internet on Zoom, a very clever computer programme which meant that we could have our lesson at home, could all see and hear each other and take part in the tasks which she set us. It is not as good as being with the others, of course, but at least we did not miss out completely on our continued learning.

Similarly, my Pilates tutor sent our class over the Internet last week via Facebook so that those who did not want to go out, could join in and she has arranged to send the next few weeks via Zoom so that we can all join in at home. I will if I can find the time and have the discipline to be ready when she starts.

So we try to continue with some sort of change to our lives and we keep on washing our hands.

Day 5

Television production companies are now being affected with the producers of ‘Soaps’ now stopping all filming during this epidemic. Therefore, television is having to improvise. Match of the Day, for instance, has no football matches to record for discussion so have devised various other football related ideas to try and keep their audiences. This Saturday they asked the guests to pick their top ten team managers. I do not watch much television but apparently, The Archers is also going to stop being recorded and that’s a blow to me! Radio producers are trying very hard to keep us cheerful and inventing new ways to entertain us with most of the presenters working from their own homes.

Day 6

It was Mothers’ Day here on Sunday. Older mothers across the country who did not have their children living with them had to miss out on seeing them as they usually do at this time. Normally, pubs and restaurants would be helping families get together to treat their mothers to a special lunch but this year, they could not even go and visit them.

Older people who live alone are especially vulnerable. Their main contact with other human beings is often a visit to the shops or meeting a friend for coffee but now they are considered as High Risk and told categorically not to go out of their homes at all. I heard one 80 year old lady on the radio today who lives alone and is obviously suffering mentally as she has a cold (very unlikely to be Coronavirus according to the doctor who asked about her symptoms) and is not only feeling unwell but extremely anxious in case it is the virus. Another lady was feeling very upset as it was her birthday but she could not expect any visitors so was very sad. The lovely radio presenter did ask all listeners to join with him in singing Happy Birthday to her, (which I did!), so I hope that cheered her up.

Day 7

Lock down. Last night at 8:30pm, the Prime Minister gave an address to the nation. His message was very serious. He basically told everyone that they must stay at home. We should not to go out of the house except for exceptional circumstances, to go for a walk once a day only to exercise, but not to get closer than 2 metres to any other person (apart from family living with you). Those who work in ‘key-line services’ such as NHS staff, care workers or teachers, (who have to teach the few children who do have to go to school as their parents are keyline workers), may travel to work. Anyone who can do so, must work from home. We are only permitted to go food shopping for essential supplies as infrequently as possible or go to receive any urgent medical needs. Otherwise, we are in a complete lock down.

The Prime Minister said things like ‘It will be hard’ and ‘We are all enlisted’. It sounds as if we are living in a dictator state now but he says that if we do not do this, which will slow down the spread of the virus, the NHS just will not cope. So keep on washing your hands.

Day 8

The latest news has many NHS and care home workers complaining that they do not have enough Personal Protective Equipment. This is, of course, of great concern as we desperately need them to take care of those who are suffering with the virus but if they are not protected, many will catch it themselves. Already, several doctors and nurses have died. Recently retired medical staff have been asked to come out of retirement but how will they feel if they are not sufficiently protected either? Will any of them put their own lives at risk too? The government are constantly saying that the supplies are being provided but there is obviously not yet enough of this PPE.

Day 9

Today I spent making telephone calls. I rang the Welsh Blood Transfusion service today to see why our blood donation appointments had been cancelled as I would have thought all this illness would increase the need. Apparently, the university where our sessions are held, cancelled their booking because they are now completely closed and there was no other venue locally where they could hold it. I asked if there was another one nearby and the lady has booked us in the session in another town in April so I just hope that this one goes ahead and I am still well enough to donate then.

I also tried to find out why we have not had a renewal notice for the car insurance which runs out at the end of this month. There is nothing about it on their website and when I telephoned, I just heard a recorded message saying that the office was closed due to current circumstances. I would have thought that this was one company who could easily have their employees working from home since all their work seems to be on line anyway. I have sent an e-mail so hope that does get a reply soon. Otherwise, are we allowed to go around without car insurance ‘due to current circumstances’? Crazy! They usually keep hassling you for weeks before it’s due as they want your money.

Day 10

Well, car insurance sorted though not sure when I’ll be able to use it again. The insurance company thanked me via e-mail for renewing with them so will have to go accept that, I suppose, as I do not have the energy to try and find an alternative company. Tomorrow’s hair appointment has been cancelled so will have to colour my hair myself; boring! The man who was supposed to come and mend my washing machine rang to postpone but at least he still promised that he can come tomorrow. More hand washing today then.

Lovely weather again today. I went for a lovely walk this morning in the sunshine. Didn’t even need a coat. Later, I tried to cut the grass but I am not very good with the lawn mower and there has been no sign of my usual grass cutting man for weeks. Must do some more planting now. Planted broad beans and radishes in the garden yesterday and a tray of tomato seeds in the greenhouse. Picked broccoli from the garden last night too. Some fresh greens very welcome as I am now out of fresh fruit and vegetables. Will probably go shopping tomorrow and see if I can get some anywhere and when I get home, I’ll make sure I wash my hands.

Day 11

Had a lovely walk again, still in the sunshine, though it was a real effort.

Went to the local supermarket this morning. Apparently, they are still getting overnight supplies of essentials like toilet paper but someone is rushing in and buying it all as there was none left when I got there c10:30 this morning. My habit of keeping plenty of necessities in after most of my life living in remote places has kept me in supplies so I expect I will be fine for another week or two. Hope things improve when I do need some more. The shop has been very good at putting some of the ‘social distancing’ in place though. There is a taped line behind the tills that you should not cross until the previous customer has gone and there is also a taped area around the tills so that you could not get too close to the staff serving us. We are all requested to pay by card to avoid touching cash which I mostly do anyway. I got most of the things I wanted. I would not starve as I have enough food in the house but I am missing fresh fruit and veg and had no yogurt for the past few days so I managed to stock up on those. Washed my hands when I got home.

Day 12

I’ve not been bothering to get up very early these days. There doesn’t seem much point. Some time mid-morning, there’s a loud banging on my door. I jumped out of bed, hoping that, at last, someone was coming to tell me that things are getting better now, or at least, coming to see how I am. I opened the door. Two big men push their way past me and soon locate my kitchen. It is the Food Police. They look in all my cupboards and find my food store. They take everything but six tins of food and then start on the freezer. They practically empty that too. Just a half pack of fish fingers and a tiny bag of peas is all they leave me there. They leave as quickly as they came with my precious back up food supplies in their bags. Luckily, they did not look in the garage where I have a second small chest freezer which is almost full of frozen goodies. Phew!

Day 13

Last night’s news was as bleak as ever. Europe’s death rate is increasing daily and now it is in the UK and even the rural areas like mine are beginning to be infected. There are dire warnings throughout the day and night on radio and television. It is even starting to scare me and I keep on washing my hands.

Day 14

Getting worse than ever now. Thousands now dead across Britain and millions worldwide. No point going to town now. Even Lampeter is like a ghost town with all shops closed except for food shops which are half empty anyway. I have enough food for a couple more weeks but don’t feel much like eating anyway. The sky is grey so no point in going out even if it was allowed, which it isn’t at all.

Not much to do indoors now as the Internet is getting slower and slower due to so many people trying to use it at once. Can’t sleep much at night now so did get up at 2:30 this morning and managed to look at the world news but wish I hadn’t as it has nothing to say but that more and more communities are dying from Covid 19 across the world.

Day 15

Dustbins not emptied again. Thought they might have been this morning as the bin men have not been seen for the past few weeks. It is said that only key workers can continue to go to work. Have they taken our dustmen to work in Care Homes now? Isn’t rubbish disposal ‘key’ employment? I did notice that it is beginning to smell horrible as I took a walk this morning to try and find someone to talk to but no-one is venturing out anymore, even to their gardens. Maybe they are all ill in my village now. I don’t feel too good myself.

According to the news, there are still nurses and doctors who think that this is going to end and they are working so hard to help people who are ill with the virus. Every Thursday at 8pm, people all over Britain, and the rest of the world, are joining together to clap hands, or make a noise with anything they have to hand, including many children enjoying using wooden spoons and hitting pots and pans. This is to support, celebrate and thank all those amazing health carers who are trying to fight this thing. I did join at my doorstep but didn’t hear anyone else as I think all my neighbours are either too ill or too frightened even to go outside their own door.

Day 16

Up in the night again. Looked out of the window. The stars were sparkling overhead. Don’t they know that soon we’ll all be dead?

Day 17

Think it’s got me. Can’t stop coughing and feel as if my temperature is a hundred and ten. No Internet now at all. Think it must have crashed from over use. Birds outside giving me a headache with the racket they are making eating leftovers from people’s rubbish bags, probably those ubiquitous crows.

Day 18

A friend phoned this morning. She said that her Internet is ‘broken’. I told her that she is lucky to be alive and there is no Internet to be had anywhere anymore. She didn’t believe me but will no doubt telephone me again to check if the telephone lines keep working.

Day 19

Heard on the news on my radio this morning that there have been riots in London. People fighting over toilet rolls of all things, as if that was the most important commodity in the world. Apparently, there is none to be had in any of the shops. Of course, I didn’t know this as I’m used to living in remote places so always have a plentiful supply of basics like toilet paper, soap and toothpaste so have not even been looking for any when I have been to a shop lately. Won’t be hearing news on the radio for much longer though as I think the batteries are going and don’t have any spare. It doesn’t look as if I’ll be going anywhere near a shop any time soon. Not sure I’ll be needing anything anyway as I’m too ill to eat now. Still trying to drink water though even that tastes nasty.

Day 20

All I can hear is the sound of dogs barking. They seem to be roaming all over the fields around me. Even if I had the strength to, I wouldn’t go outside the house as I am frightened of dogs at the best of times and these sound vicious to me. They are sure to be taking over this world.

Day 21

Radio news this morning – 100 million now dead worldwide from Covid 19, including 50,000 in the UK. Will I be next? Looking out the window, I no longer see any blue sky. In the distance, I can see several plumes of smoke. As I have heard that funerals are no longer allowed, I can only guess that they are burning the bodies.

DAY 1

At last, I am free. I left the earth last night. Here, there is no pain, no worry, no fear and I don’t have to wash my hands. I am so happy to be with my lovely parents again and with my three gorgeous brothers. I am with all my family and friends now, some of whom I lost a long time ago, and many, many more, who, like me, recently gave in to Covid 19.

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