#fem himbos

[c1tyhaunts]

MY MUSE IN A RELATIONSHIP | ↪ @fairestjuliet: 🎶🏷️♦️ (avian)

🎶Do they have a type?

kinda? it's hard to really say. anyone who Avian is romantically interested in normally have a foundation of friendship with her prior to her developing a crush/feelings for them. those Avian keep close to her, she may have had an aspect of sharp wit or sarcasm that matches Avian's. Avian only goes for people with good hearts & intentions, because those morals are fundamental to her and she refuses to be with someone that doesn't match that. for Avian, i think it's a lot of personality-based type than looks.

if we do have to talk about looks, Avian has only seem to show interested in brunettes & redheads in particular. she prefers a partner taller than her (which is easy since she's only like ... 5'2" lmao), and bonus points if her partner has a latin heritage like she does, as she likes someone she can share a similar culture with. she enjoys more rebellious individuals, more outgoing ones. but again, it varies depending on the situation.

🏷️ Do they give their partners cute nicknames?

somewhat; Avian has a habit of making cutesy version of her partner's names, shortening them to some degree if it's possible. (i.e. Gia -> Gigi, Lilith -> Lili for a couple of people that come to mind); but she doesn't normally do pet names.

if anything, Avian is often the recipient of nicknames herself. with the name like 'Avian', she has gotten "Birdy" before, or Avi, normally.

♦️ Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

absolutely not, and i think that's influenced by who she has around her now. when her father was still alive, James' perspective on others often warped Avian's perspective on them. and because James did not want his children to affiliate with anyone that could lower their children's status, Avian, being the golden child, often took her father's word as law. if her dad said not to affiliate with someone, Avian is going to do it.

now that Avian has to make her own decision, the only factor she considers is another person's kindness & intentions before all else. she doesn't care what background they come from, she only cares about who they are and what they stand for.

[bunnis-monsters]

Omg I'm obsessed with your himbo vampire, the sobbing and panic really got to me lmao.

Imagine him being confused about their lover and their chapped and chewed up lips. He probably thinks it's his fault and just keeps licking them and sobbing apologies.

(also can I be 🪼anon?)

He’s such a sweet thing, sniffling as he holds you in his arms and softly laps at your lips.

You don’t mind, really. His saliva has healing properties and instantly soothes your chapped lips.

Himbo!Vampire bf loves you dearly. He doesn’t understand that you chew or bite at your lips because of anxiety.

His first thought was the potentiality of someone hurting your lips by hitting or scratching you.

His second thought was that he hadn’t been feeding you enough and you were chewing on your lips from hunger.

Either way he feels he’s at fault and blames himself. It’s enough to have you attempt to stop this bad habit of yours, if only to soothe your poor boyfriend’s worries.

[xxavu]

YOU WILL BEG ME, TO COME SEX U .ᐟ

᱖synopsis! The Himbo wants you to stay?

᱖Pairings! Himbo!G.Satoru x Fem!Reader

᱖Contents! Smoking, Drinking, P in V, Titty fuck, Dom-ish!reader, Sub-ish!Satoru, Cumshot, MDNI!

Gojo Satoru, with his slick white hair and electric blue eyes, towered at 6 '3’’. He was the ultimate himbo—handsome, jacked, and not the brightest bulb. Your typical football captain that found entertainment in hookup culture.

Satoru’s bright smile lit up the entire room as he entered the house. Cheers erupted from everyone as he strolled in, arms loaded with alcohol. Girls swarmed him, and boys dapped him up. The party was just starting now that he was here.

Your eyes sharply glared at him in the distance as you huffed a thick cloud from the joint between your fingers. “Tch—what a bunch of dick riders,” you muttered to your best friend, who had been watching along with you. “I’d let him use me,” she said, turning to look at you with a knowing smirk.

You give her a disgusted look. "Whatever floats your boat, baby," you say, your expression softening into a small smile as you bring the red solo cup to your lips and take a sip of the strong alcohol. "Oh, come on, you'd so do it too!" She raised her eyebrows with a wink, her smile causing yours to widen. "In what world?" you reply with a playful scoff.

“D–Don’t fucking touch me!” You pant, pushing his cold big hands off your waist as you lazily grind on his cock. With every bounce, his tip kissed that certain spot in your cunt. You furrowed your brows staring down at him, “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned throwing his head back as you pounced on his needy cock.

His face flushed with every bounce, your body on top of his as he laid his hands over his eyes, trying his best not to touch you. Small whimpers escaping his mouth, betraying his attempts at restraint. "S–shut up!" you demanded, huffing with every bounce, your body moving rhythmically on top of his. His whimpers only grew more frequent as you continued, trying to maintain control over the situation.

You started to feel bad as you saw his hands reaching out, searching for something to hold onto as the euphoric feeling overwhelmed him. “Nngh,” you moaned softly, then grabbed his hands, guiding them to your breasts. "Squeeze," you whispered.

His fingers tentatively closed around you, his grip tightening as he followed your instruction, his whimpers turning into deeper, more satisfied moans. "Tell me—do you like it?" you purred as you leaned down closer to his ear. His breath hitched, and he nodded vigorously, his fingers digging into your skin as he whispered, "Yes... I love it."

You shut your eyes as you leaned back up, the pleasure overwhelming you. But you were too stubborn to show it, biting your lip to suppress any sounds, determined to maintain control. Feeling his cock twitching inside you, veins pulsating against your walls—you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, “hah…fuck.”

Satoru felt a wave of bliss wash over him as he watched your body bounce on top of him. He had never paid much attention to you in school, but something about seeing you chatting with one of the boys on his football team had captured his interest. The tight, latex dress and fishnets you wore were not something he would typically go for, but there was an undeniable attraction.

How different this was for him—not only were you riding him, which was something he rarely experienced, but you were also very dominant. Your body bounced on his so beautifully, his icy eyes taking in the scene before him. The way you held back your moans, the sweat beading down your cute face, and the determined look as you fought to suppress your pleasure—all of it captivated him. His hand squeezed your breast, feeling the intensity of your movements and the tension in your body.

“Baby, let it out—moan f’ me yeah?” He panted as his big hands slid down onto your waist. You shook your head reluctantly. “N–no.” You whispered as you lay your soft hand on his chest. Without warning, Satoru tightened his grip around your waist, ramming inside you even harder. The sudden intensity caught you off guard, sending waves of pleasure through your body as he took control. “Ah–Satoru!” You cried out as his cock felt as if he was reaching for places no man ever could. 

As his girthy cock mindlessly rammed into your cunt, you shivered at the overwhelming stimulation. Leaning in, you got a closer look at him. His icy blue eyes were filled with pure lust, his cheeks a light shade of pink, and his lips smooth and moisturized. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race even faster, there was definitely an unspoken tension right now. 

"Kiss me—please," he whined, his eyes locking onto yours with desperation. The vulnerability in his voice and the longing in his gaze were impossible to resist, drawing you closer to him.Your bodies moved together rhythmically as your lips met his perfect, peachy lips. Your tongues danced together, exchanging saliva, and your soft moans were now muffled. 

Pulling away, the string of saliva followed you for a short minute before breaking. Glancing down at Satoru, his chest heaving as his gaze follows yours. You smirk softly as you get off Satoru, leaving him feeling unsatisfied at the sudden loss of contact. His icy blue eyes widened in surprise and frustration, a desperate need for your touch evident on his face. “W–what are you doing?” He asked confusedly.

You crawl down between Satoru’s legs as he finds himself now at the edge of the bed. Cupping your ample breast together, you give him an alluring smile. “Put your cock–between my breasts.” You whispered seductively. You watch Satoru’s face flush with arousal as he eagerly positions himself between your breasts, “Good boy,” You smirk. 

His heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you, desire swirling in his icy blue eyes. He could hardly believe the intensity of what he was feeling, every inch of him craving your touch once more. “W..why’d you ca–” his eyes shut in pleasure as you move your breast up and down his girthy cock, your body swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. 

Your fox-like eyes glimmer with mischief and possessiveness as you continue to move your breast up and down Satoru’s cock, your own arousal growing with each weak whimper Satoru let out. He threw back his head as you felt his cock twitch between your breasts, “M–Mo..” You cock your eyebrow curiously at Satoru stuttered words. “Hmm?” You hum seductively as you watch his chest rise up and down rapidly.

“Mommy! Let me cum on your face,” He groaned as his hands made his way towards your face, his soft thumb caressing your bottom lip before he shoved it into your mouth. You blushed at what he had just muttered out, not once did you ever think you’d hear the Satoru that. 

You gave in, nodding your head as you brought his thumb to your lips, sucking on it gently. His breath hitched, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. The look in your eyes promised more, making his heart race with anticipation.

Without hesitation, you felt the hot, creamy liquid spill all over your face. Satoru's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. The intensity of the moment left both of you breathless, a charged silence settling between you. 

Moments of unspoken silence lingered as you redressed yourself in what you had been wearing to the party. "You're leaving..?" Satoru hesitantly asked, now sitting on his bed wearing only a gray pair of sweats. His voice was tinged with uncertainty, his eyes watching you intently.

You chuckled softly. "I thought hookups were your thing," you teased, watching his reaction carefully. He cleared his throat, his expression earnest as he softly shook his head.

"Stay,"

[coryosbaby]

subby himbo!ethan?

He’s smart in school, but other than that the boy is actually incredibly dumb :((

It surprises you, really. He’s your precious little smart boy, but the moment he needs to fix your sink or another appliance in the house he’s incredibly clueless </3 and not just with that, with other tasks as well. Cooking, especially! The boy is so frustrated because he just can’t do anything right! But you make him feel better by giving him soft kisses on his face and telling him it’s okay.

Another thing is how dumb he is when it comes to following directions. The poor boy never keeps still when your hands are on him, just wants to be as close to his momma as possible. But when the moment arises that he disobeys your orders and starts whining, you teach him to shut up by using his mouth. He doesn’t get to cum, either; he may be a little stupid, but he knows what his punishments are. And the next day when he’s still all wet and achy from not getting his orgasm, he makes you cum over and over again and then gives you those pretty doe eyes. And who are you to resist? So when the time arises you lay him down on the bed and wrap yourself around him.

One thing you need to know about himbos, by the way, is that what they don’t make up for in the brain, they make up for in their pants! So whenever you pull out his hard cock and put your mouth to it, it’s just so thick and long. It’s hard for you to put your lips around it :(( but you manage. And when it fills you up it creates a large bulge in your tummy. Whenever Ethan looks down and sees it poking against you, he coats your insides with his cum and starts crying out for you to hold him closer to you :(( he’s just so needy, and you let him suck your tits while he still rests inside you, just so he can feel comforted. And every time, you’ll always whisper sweet words into his ear while his eyes become droopy and soft.

“There’s my good boy. I know, I know. You love mommy, don’t you? I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”

and then once he’s calmed down, he’ll slip out of you and pull himself against your nude body. he loves your warmth, and he always likes being the little spoon because it makes him feel protected and safe.

“I’m sorry I was being bad, mommy.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you don’t mean to be. You’re just an airhead sometimes, and that’s okay.”

[ryan-waddell11]

my favorite video store employee (don’t tell Robin I said that)

[gophergal]

the explosive ladies.... look at them......

(looks better on pf)

[milkyybuns]

College boy next door Itto who lives in the dorm/apartment next to yours and greets you every morning with a big ol smile as you walk to class together, who offers to carry your bags when he sees you coming back from your last late class right as he's leaving the campus gym. Itto begging you to help him study and always inviting you over because he claims you're the smartest person he knows. One night he tries to make you dinner and burns it but tries to cover it up, cheeks flushing red when you tease him about it,,,, and when you tease him about the lil tent in his gray sweatpants that he's been trying to hide every night the two of you study together,,,, the whines and whimpers that escape him when you climb onto his lap,,, the way he chokes on his words when you lean in to his ear and tell him your favorite part of your lil "study dates" are when you go back to your dorm to listen to him cry your name through the thin walls as he jerks himself to the thought of you in the shower, not realizing you can feel his confession in the way he hardens between your thighs as he stutters out his denial

this is perfect this is everything i have no words (actually i do have words...2.4k of 'em)

Study nights

arataki itto x fem!reader

contains: fluff to smut, friends to lovers? more like classmates to lovers, slow burn ish, some crack, fem reader, soft dom reader, jock itto, inexperienced itto, subby itto, slight tsuntsun itto, college au, teasing, making out, masturbation, oral m!receiving, facefucking word count: 2.4k

You stumble out of your dorm room, did you lock the door properly? Oh well it was too late now. With a piece of slightly burnt toast hanging from your mouth, you suddenly felt like some sort of cliche ass anime protagonist. As you rounded the corner, you bump into someone, dropping your toast in the process.

“Sorry!” You blurted out as you looked up to see none other than Itto, the new transfer student who was assigned to the dorm right next to yours. He greets you with a sunny smile, you squint a little at the brightness. It was too early in the morning for this much energy and perkiness, but maybe not everyone was as fed up as you.

"Ahah don'cha even worry about it! You couldn’t knock me over even if you charged at me.” Itto laughs as he struck a funny pose. "I'm pretty sturdy yaknow!" You didn't really know what to say to that. So you apologise again and say a quick goodbye before rushing off to class. You were late, you dropped your toast but for no reason at all you felt a small smile threaten to crawl onto your features. - Finally You thought as you left the building of your last evening class. The sun has already set and you could feel a cool breeze set in. You were just contemplating what you could whip up for dinner in under thirty minutes when you hear a holler from behind you. You took out your earbuds and looked around. In the dark an unmistakable white mop of hair stood out, as the person jogged up to you you realise who it was. "Hey neighbour! Fancy seeing ya here! Well I guess you do go here, ah hah... How was class?" This guy again? You were still getting used to his forwardness. It's not like you didn't like people but you didn't really talk to anyone other than your friends unless you really had to. Maybe that's why I only have 3 friends. "Uh, good, I mean it was pretty boring but could've been worse. How was..." You looked down to see he was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, seemingly unaffected by the evening chill. The front zipped down enough to reveal his pecs, you swallowed hard. Damn his chest is bigger than mine. You thought as a weird jealousy hit you. You realised you forgot to finish your sentence, luckily it seems Itto didn't notice. "...uh, how was the uhhh...training?" "Hm? Oh it was brutal today! Totally knackered. Everything hurts, but like in a good way, yaknow?" Itto grinned at you before noticing your bag. "Hey let me carry that." Thoughts of saying no quickly rushed through your mind, you wanted to say you could handle it, feminism and all that, you know. But fuck the bag was extra heavy today and you feel like Itto would be the last person to judge you. So the patriarchy may have won today, but at least your shoulders will hurt less tomorrow. You handed over your backpack, which he picked up with ease. "Is there anything in here? Pretty light!" He smiled. Jesus maybe I should go to the gym more often. You walked in a comfortable silence towards your dorm when Itto piped up. "Ah...so uh...c-can I ask ya somethin'?" Itto starts, playing with the straps of his gym bag absentmindedly.

“Uh, sure." "So like, yaknow how finals are coming up?" Itto continued. "I uhhh may or may not have like, completelynotstudiedforit, ah hahh! Yeahhhh I know that's like, not great..." "Itto! It's literally in two weeks!" You chided. Incredulous because you yourself have been studying your ass off for the past month. "I know I know! I totally have been thinkin' about it! But like football training's been suuuper hectic and like, hahah my lecturer is sooo boring and I just think I need someone who can explain the stuff better." "Why me?" "Well you're like, the smartest person I know!" That's not hard. "I mean, I try hard at school but I'm not that smart..." "Nah you're just being humble, what did you get in your last exam?" "Well...A+ but, like a low A+, I totally lucked out in the writing section." "That's awesome, all my friends get like C's ah hah. Would'ya consider it at least? The school said if I don't pick up my grades it could affect my sport scholarship, and I don't wanna move schools again. If you could help me out you'd be doing me a huge favour, please?" So that's how it began. You're not sure why you agreed, you told yourself it's because teaching others will strengthen your own knowledge of the material but in reality, it was probably more because of those big puppy dog eyes. Plus you felt sorry for the guy, transferring to a different school in the middle of the semester is not easy, and he does seem to be busy with training. You two agreed to use his dorm, mainly because it was almost completely bare. Like, a simple bed and dumbbells bare. You had a sneaking suspicion he had shoved all his dirty clothes into the closet, but you didn't want to ask and embarrass him. - It was 7pm when Itto loudly declared he will be cooking dinner for the both of you, as a 'token of appreciation' for all the nights you've spent tutoring him. You were sceptical to say the least, after all he didn't exactly strike you as the kind of guy who would know his way around a kitchen, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Your worst fears were confirmed when you smelled something burning. You tiptoed into the kitchen to see a mess of bowls and ingredients haphazardly thrown all over the place. Tomatoes on the floor, half a capsicum on the bench, a splatter of sauce dripping onto the floor from the bench and the fridge door was ajar, also for some reason there was five pots in the sink. "How's dinner going?" You ask, testing the waters even though you could see some bad signs already. "Holy shit you scared me!" Itto spun around to face you, spatula in hand. "Hahaa it's going....it's going."

"Hey but it looks like you already made it yeah? I'm super hungry let's just have your noodles." You said as you moved closer to him, attempting to see the stove behind him. "Oh no you don't!" Itto quickly uses his broad body in an attempt to cover his 'masterpiece'. You jump around to try and peek past him, but he was so big and seemed determined to not let you through. "Hey! No what are you, stop no!" In one last ditch effort you grabbed onto Itto's shoulders and pushed yourself up. After a moment of silence, you spoke up.

"Itto... it's burnt."

You looked at the stir-fried noodles sceptically. "N-nah it's just caramelised, trust me it's good!" "What happened to 'Arataki 'the number one master chef in the world' Itto?" You taunted. "I-I-I just, had a problem with the stove today okay?" Itto blushed, he had wanted to impress you but he got so nervous he forgot to turn off the heat after the stir-frying. "A master never blames his tools, don't you know that?" You giggled.

"Well uh it was just a fluke this time, next time I promise I'll make a dish that'll knock your socks off! Yeah!" "Oh sure, is it gonna be burnt cheesecake or charred skewers? It seems like burnt food is your signature." You teased, enjoying how he got redder and redder at your words. "Hey um, c-can you get off me now? It's...warm." Itto stutters looking away shyly. Suddenly you were aware of how close you were. You could feel the firm muscles of his shoulders under your grip, your chest pressing against his, unintentionally. If you listened closely you could hear his heartbeat. And when you looked down... "Oh? What's this?" You looked down at the slight tent in his sweatpants. "Uhhhh ok how about we order pizza? Suddenly I'm feeling like pizza instead. You like pizza yeah?" Itto quickly changes the topic and sprints to the living room. "I'm gonna go order, ahem ah fuck where is my phone?" After he orders pizza you two wait on his couch. He doesn't say anything for a while, shifting nervously in his place. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw. It wasn't just your imagination right? No it can't be, you felt how hard it was, pressing against your thigh if only for a brief moment. You took a deep breath and mustered all of your courage. "Say, Itto." "Y-yeah what's up?" "Thanks for cooking dinner." "Ahah, no prob! Sorry it was pretty inedible though...I'll do better next time!" "Mm, that's okay. You know, we've been doing these study sessions for a while now. Do you wanna know... what my favourite part of our them are?" "Uhh uhmm I, I dunno..." You slowly leaned towards him with a smile, pressing your body against his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. "Every time we have our little study sessions, after I get back to my dorm I lay in my bed..." You coo. "...and I can hear it." "H-hear what?" Itto gulps, both at the closeness and the sultry tone of your voice. "You." "i-I-i have n-no idea what you're talkin' bout..!" Itto huffs, the tips of his ears reddening. "Your little grunts, and your groans. Not to mention those cute whines of yours..." "I don't, I'm not-" "Oh? So this isn't for me?" You gesture. "Ahh...I-I...that's just, normal after training..." His eyes were hazey now, looking at the ceiling and the walls to avoid looking at your intense gaze.

"Mm, so it's got nothing to do with the fact that we're alone? Or the fact that your secret crush is rubbing up against you?" "Nuh uh...I-I...d-don't have a crush...Mmph!" You were properly palming him now, the thin material of his sweatpants against his aching cock felt so fucking good. "When I hear you moan my name, it gets me so excited Itto." You confess against his neck, before biting down harshly, earning a yelp from him. "P-please..." He whimpers, hands shaking as he gripped the couch for dear life. "Please what? What do you want me to do?" "T-touch me, more, please, anything, as long as it's you..." You smiled before pulling down his pants and boxers. His throbbing erection smacked against his tummy, the pretty pink tip already glistening with pre-come. You chuckled before quickly wrapping your hand around it. Shit he's big. You stroked him languidly, squeezing the thick base and smearing the wetness around the smooth tip. "So you admit it?" "N-no, oh fuck." He pants, eyes squeezing shut when you squeezed him extra hard. "C'mon Itto, talk to me." "Mmnf...! C-can't think, it feels, feels s'good, so much better when you do it...!" Itto whimpers, tongue lolling out as he rutted his hips up into your grip. The more you pumped him the more he was growing in your hands. How shameless. "So do you like me or not?" You thought it was obvious but you wanted to hear him say it. "I d-don't like you like t-that...oh shi-" Suddenly he felt your hands slow, his eyes widened before quickly letting out a whiny protest. "Awh n-no! Wait don't stop, go, ah f-faster please...please please please?" "I want you to admit it first, admit you've wanted this since our first study session. Admit you've been stroking your cock thinking about me." "O-Okay okay fine! I admit it! Imighthaveabitofacrushonyouok..." Itto said. "You're really smart, and pretty and nice and you smell really good oh fuck sorry I don't wanna sound like a creep or-" "I'm flattered." You giggle before sinking down. Itto almost fainted when you ran your tongue up the side agonisingly slow, tracing the thick vein there. "Oh fuck." Was all Itto could manage as you took his thick cock into your heavenly mouth. You lapped at the tip as your hand pumped the rest of him steadily. He was reduced to a mess of hitched gasps and deep groans, you yourself feeling wetter and wetter by the second as you moaned with him heavy on your tongue. "M-more...! Oh yes...your mouth is so..!" Itto practically growls as you take another couple inches into your throat. He's so lost in the pleasure he doesn't realise he's fucking your face, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. You moaned, his pubic hair tickled your nose as your hand went down to relieve your own need. "Fuck! It's so warm, n' wet, n' oh fuck your mouth is so...!"" Itto rambles on as he threads his big hands into your hair, pushing down slightly as his hips jerked up into your warm throat. He was pulled out of his pleasured trance when by you smacking his thigh to come up for air. "Oh shit I'm so sorry...I-I didn't mean to, fuck it felt amazing though..." Itto panted, a line of drool rolling down the corner of his mouth. He was barely coherent when you stripped until your pretty tits were in front of his face. You giggled at how the usually loud man was reduced to stunned silence. "Is this what you fantasise about?" You smiled at a dumbfounded Itto, as you wrapped your hands around his cock once more, stroking at an intense speed. "Oh hell yeah. S-shit I'm so, so fucking close...!" "C-cum for me Itto..." With a few more firm pumps, Itto threw his head back and let out a guttural groan. Sticky white ropes made a mess of your tits, some splattering onto the floor. Your eyes widened at how much he came, your own fingers speeding up as you felt your own orgasm hit. Both of you laid there panting, revelling in the post-orgasm bliss when Itto piped up. "So uh, y/n...does this mean we're friends now?"

[cutelilcxnt]

Milking pathetic men’s cocks while I degrade them is my favorite pastime <33

[littlegoblincreature]

just thought of something: what would genderbent goromi look like?

[wandanatrules]

From afar

You lost all hope after you stay in a loveless marriage with your husband, but when a certain redhead moves next door faith is restored.

warnings: very angsty, reader is low key depressed, slight self harm, reader is married to a man, miscarriage, no smut in this one sorry

He wordlessly handed you a bouquet of red roses when he greeted you on his way in from work. you were taken aback at first, not thinking they were for you. Why would Jeremy buy you flowers? He can’t even put his phone down during the dinners you spends hours making him, but he bought you flowers? 

you accepted them with a smile, hoping this was the start of a change, maybe some reciprocated effort. you led him to the table and set the dinner plates in front of your respective seats. you sat down and smiled to yourself, looking down at your plate, and anxiously moving it around with your fork. you didn’t know what he was going to say. you hoped it was a suggestion for marriage counseling, so you could go back to feeling how it felt when you first got together. 

you heard laughing and your head shot up. It couldn’t be. He had his new headphones on and was watching videos on his phone while obnoxiously chewing the dinner you made him. The flowers didn’t mean a thing. They weren’t a sign that he wanted to go back to being happy or even pay attention to her.

He finished his dinner first and left from the table without saying a word, leaving his dishes there for you to deal with. you finished soon after, or at least as much as you could stomach, your appetite had diminished as soon as you heard his distasteful, booming laughter. you got up and gathered both of your plates, taking them to the sink to be washed.

 As you stood there and washed the dishes, you heard commotion coming from outside so you peeked out of the window. There was a storage unit hitched to the back of a pick up truck, in the driveway of the once vacant house. you only now noticed that the for sale sign was covered over with “sold” in all caps. you wondered what kind of new neighbors would inhabit the house. It was a fairly big house, so you expected a family with at least a couple of kids. Maybe another stay at home mother you could befriend to help  make your days a little more bearable. The door to the truck opened and out stepped a singular woman. She had dark red hair, it was her natural color, in a long braid. She had on black skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. She was absolutely gorgeous. The mysterious woman walked to the back, opened the storage unit and walked inside. When she came out she was pushing a motorcycle. She shed her jacket and revealed her toned arms sticking out of her homemade tank top.

you got caught up in staring at her new neighbor, and didn’t look away until you saw her lookup from polishing her motorcycle and greeted you with a wink and a smirk. your cheeks flushed and you looked down to see the sink overflowing with dish water. you closed the blinds and got some paper towels to wipe up the resulting mess. When everything was cleaned up, you opened the trash can to throw the towels away, but stopped when you noticed a card in the bin. 

you picked it up and opened it. At the top it had the name of a flower company, the same one the flowers were from. The note on the card read, “Thanks for the lunch, Jeremy. I hope you enjoy the roses and I hope to go out with you again. - Samantha.” you dropped the card in anger and threw the wet paper towels on top. you couldn’t believe that these flowers were a gift from his “work-wife” and he just gave them to you, cause he couldn’t be bothered with them. you didn’t know why you expected anything else. After 8 years of marriage and he hasn’t done anything like this, why would he start now?

you felt so stupid, and overwhelmed, and anxious, and lonely, so you went to your safe place. you grabbed a rubber band from the kitchen drawer and let your feet carry you to the room at the end of the hall where you spend most of your  time. you opened the door and sat down on the floor next to the dresser. you opened the drawer and pulled out a newborn's onesie, and held it close to you while you let the tears fall.

 That is what you always did to feel better. you wanted  to be close to your baby in every way possible, before you made a mistake and chose to become physically closer to her. you grabbed the ultrasound picture and held it close to your heart, while repeatedly snapping the rubber band against your wrist. you wanted her so bad, your little Juliet.

 you looked around at the room filled with a crib, stuffed animals and a baby changing station. you really needed to give this room a makeover considering she would be almost nine years old now, your big girl. you sighed and thought about what life would be like with your beautiful daughter. you were only pregnant for four months. you deserved to have the experience of motherhood, even if it's all in your imagination.

you have always imagined a life where your husband cared for you and shows you love. you imagine laughter, warmth, busy days, and cuddles. you would do anything just to cuddle and hold your beautiful baby girl. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a loving hug. 

The day it happened your husband hugged you of course, but that was it. He increasingly got more distant and resentful of the woman who couldn’t give him his children. you figured the reason he hasn’t filed for divorce yet was due to him feeling bad about you being infertile and jobless. you loathe the fact that he gets to sit there and look like the hero and a good guy for taking care of you and being the doting husband, helping you through the loss. If only they could see what your life is really like.

The next morning you woke up in your daughter's crib, surrounded by the unused stuffed animals. The last thing you remembered from that night was scrolling on Amazon, looking for nine year old room decor. your husband, if you could even call him that, had already gone to work. 

you didn’t know how you would spend the day, knowing that you barely leave the house anymore, you decided that it would be best to go for a walk. you looked out of the window and saw your new neighbor outside working on her motorcycle in the driveway. She had a black tank top, beige carpenter pants and headphones on, while she was surrounded by a bunch of tools scattered everywhere. An idea popped into your  head, you would make your hot new neighbor some muffins or something like that, so you could spark up some conversation. If your husband wasn’t going to give you attention you would get it from somewhere, plus it’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing at work.

After hours spent in the kitchen you had a basket of fresh blueberry muffins ready for your neighbor. you went into your bedroom and changed into something more attractive, so your neighbor could have a great second first impression of you. Once you were ready you fixed your hair in the mirror and made your way outside. you walked next door to your neighbors driveway. She was on the ground working on the bike with her back face towards you. you wanted to speak, to get her attention but you couldn’t so you dropped the basket and ran away, back to your house. The woman felt a presence behind her, so she turned but it was too late, you were already halfway through the front door.

you felt like a failure, you couldn’t even talk to your new neighbor. you slumped on the couch and turned on trashy reality tv, until you inevitably fell asleep. A couple hours later you heard a car horn beep outside of the house, abruptly waking you. you checked your phone to see the time and saw the calendar app, reminding you of dinner with Jeremy’s parents, which you completely forgot about. Thanking God that you were already dressed, you grabbed your purse and headed outside into the passenger seat of his car. He sighed and rolled his eyes as you sat down and quickly zoomed out of the neighborhood. The whole car ride was silent, but that wasn’t unexpected.

When you arrived at Jeremy’s parent’s house, he got out of the car leaving you to unbuckle your seatbelt and follow after him. you arrived at the front door as his parents were opening the door. They pulled him in and were blinded by his “greatness”, spewing praises and compliments. Leaving you outside, forgotten once again. The whole dinner went by this way, nobody uttering a word to you, too distracted by their golden boy. you don’t even know why you agreed to this, only being invited by your husband to uphold their facade of a loving marriage. The loneliness you felt was deafening so you decided to go to your safe place, your imagination. Since being in this relationship, you have mastered fantasizing with your eyes open.

you drowned out the chatter of the parents applauding their son for absolutely no reason, and began to think about your mysterious new neighbor. you just wanted to know what her name was, what her voice sounded like, what she smelled like. you imagined that she would be a great partner. If she was the one that you married, you probably wouldn’t feel so alone all the time, or like a failure. She would probably have a better reaction to the miscarriage, loving and comforting instead of accusing and cold. She would probably put you first. you didn’t know how you were so attached to a woman you’ve never spoken to before, but it was something about those green eyes that just pulled you in. The smile she gave you the first time you saw her through the window. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been smiled at like that.

you sighed, and then were abruptly pulled from your thoughts, by your husband shaking you and motioning you to come on. you got up and walked to the door, not even bothering to wave goodbye, because they wouldn’t even notice. you sat in the car, waiting for your husband’s parents to stop inflating his ego with false praises. He eventually got in the car and began their drive back home, if you could even call it that.

When you arrived in the driveway, Jeremy exited the car leaving you alone. As you reached for the seatbelt, you caught a glimpse of fiery, red hair out the window. your neighbor was outside in yet another armless shirt, planting some flowers in her garden. you stopped and watched her, needing any source of entertainment. you were mesmerized by her beauty and even felt yourself starting to drool. As you were getting ready to go inside you noticed your other neighbor from the opposite side of your house, Maria, walking over to your crush’s house which piqued her interest. She swayed over with a basket of baked goods, how original. Maria smiled at her and handed her the basket. you could feel your teeth grit and palms terse, if only you cared this much about your husband.

The redhead had apparently said something to make Maria laugh, because she made a whole show of cracking up and gripping her toned arm for support. With a smirk, Maria had pulled her phone out and handed it to the redhead for her to put her number in it. After they did that, Maria gave a seductive smile and walked away with a wave. you could feel the tears starting to fall, you needed to be with your daughter, where you felt safe. you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you, which gained the attention of the redhead. She looked over to see what the noise was and saw you hurrying to the front door with tears in your eyes. She wanted to go over and console you, but figured you weren’t  interested, seeing as you were the only one who didn’t welcome her to the neighborhood, so she just turned around and continued gardening.

Meanwhile you were cuddled up in your daughter's bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. you were crying your heart out. you should’ve listened to your parents and not have gotten pregnant and married at such a young age. If only you did, you could still have loving parents who didn’t disown you, relationships outside of this house and outside of your husband, and a second chance at having a family. Even though all of that was out of your control, you could have made at least a bit of improvement in your life if only you had talked to the new neighbor.

[didderd]

if i may

make an unwarranted recommendation

of a fic i just read

bc i feel like it

There's a snake in my bed! by Little_old_lady on ao3

's very good. mafiafell sans x reader. 4 chapters

if u like easily flustered fells, u'll love it :>

(@sans-guy i know at least u love easily flustered fells 👀)

[kittypyuun]

Yknow what NO. This is MY cringe space and I get to post the indulgent shit even if it doesn't make sense to ppl!!!!!

Nyways cutely posts fem!Leo n oc boygirlfriend on a surface date 💙🩷

[mossyivy]

[AU Context]

[fe-fictions]

hi hi hi! do you have anything for balthus? have a nice day!

(I actually have one...!!! I'd written two, but I can barely remember what the first one was,,, ;;; A ;;; So please enjoy some Papa Balthus!)

You loved that Balthus was a doting father. Your little girl was fragile and sweet, so Balthus always took extra care when handling her.

She was the light of his life, that much was certain. So you never objected when he asked to take care of her for the day. You had your duties to handle, and the baby could be a lot of work that would leave you exhausted if you had to tackle everything at once.

Today, though, you found your work completed much earlier than anticipated. So you decided to take the opportunity to spend time with your little family.

After asking around a bit, you realized that Balthus had taken her with him to the training grounds, likely to keep track of her while he was exercising. When you opened the door to the grounds, though, you didn’t expect the sight before you.

“Abwah!”

“That’s just three sets, squirt- we’ve got two more to go! Hup!!” 

There was your husband, doing push-ups on the floor, with his daughter sitting dutifully on his back. Though to be fair, she didn’t know exactly what was going on.

His little four-month-old was nothing more than a 15 pound weight, which was nothing for your hard-muscled husband.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as he set into his push-ups again, your daughter bouncing every time he lifted his arms to clap his hands together.

She looked positively decided, babbling nonsense to her father while he toiled away beneath her. You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at, but it was absolutely adorable.

For a long while you didn’t say anything, waiting until he finished up his fourth set before coming into the room.

“Well, now...what have we here?”

Balthus turned his head to find his wife’s stockings in view, craning to look up and meet your amused gaze.

He grinned at you, pausing his workout to greet you properly.

“Byleth! Just the woman I wanted to see.” 

“Why’s that?”

“You’re my wife, aren’t you? I want to see you all the time!” He laughed, plucking the baby from his back so he could turn over and regard you properly. “What brings you here in the middle of the day?”

“I finished my work early, it seems. I thought I’d come check on you two and see how you were doing.”

“We’re doing just fine,” He replied while wiping his face with a towel, hugging his girl to his chest. “She’s been helping me workout, today.”

“I noticed.” You smiled softly, bending over to pet her head. She gave you a gummy grin, reaching up at you with those grabby little hands you loved.

You lifted her into your arms, but didn’t have her for much more than a second before your husband was protesting.

“Now, wait a minute! You can’t take my training partner away all of a sudden!”

“But I haven’t seen her all day. You aren’t honestly going to keep me from our child, are you?” Your eyebrows rose, surprised by his protest.

Balthus shrugged, draping the towel over his shoulders. “Someone’s gotta spot me today, and she’s my favorite training weight. At least let her stay until I’ve finished my routine, please?”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! And hells, why stop with the baby? How about you hop on, too! I’d welcome the extra challenge.”

“You want to use your wife in addition to your daughter...as training weights?” You stared at him borderline in awe. It was an amusing idea, but you weren’t convinced it was a good idea.

“Why not? I can handle it! Besides, it’ll be fun family time!”

“Family time…” You echoed, looking to your daughter. Her eyes were wide and round with excitement, clearly hoping that you would go along with it (even though she was a baby who had no idea what was going on).

“C’mon, By. It’ll be fun!” He gestured for you to join him, assuming the push-up position. “We can at least try it, right?”

“...I suppose.” You slowly conceded. Balthus cheered, setting himself in place while you carefully arranged yourself to sit on his back. You crossed your legs, tucking them  so you could hold your daughter in your lap.

She seemed happy to be with you, slapping her father’s back with uncoordinated handwork.

Balthus chuckled, “Guess that’s my cue to get workin’!” 

You were pleasantly surprised when Balthus began his work, managing to perform his push-ups with ease even with your added weight.

You counted for him aloud, keeping your daughter secured while she wiggled in your lap. Sure enough, by the time he finished his final rep he was hardly breaking a sweat. 

It was actually quite humorous, had anyone walked into the training room and seen the Archbishop sitting on her husband, baby in hand, while he was pushing himself to the limit.

Of course you were fortunate enough that wasn’t the case (you weren’t sure if you could live it down if someone saw you in such a silly position).

“Aaand...there!” Balthus slowly sank to the floor, resting his head on the cool stone as he caught his breath. “See? Told you it was easy! That was nothing at all!”

“You’re rather arrogant for a man who’s under the boot of his wife and child,” You mused, tapping your foot against his back. “Who’s to say we don’t want you to do three more reps?”

“Oh yeah? Who’s gonna make me?”

“The women who won’t remove themselves from your back until you do.”

“What, you don’t think five reps is enough?”

“I think you’re going soft- you could do eight reps without skipping a beat back in the day.” You smirked when he tilted his head back to look at you, a sparkle in his eye.

“Byleth Eisner von Albrecht, is that a challenge?”

“It is, Balthus von Albrecht.”

“Challenge accepted.” He grinned (borderline maniacally), and lifted himself back up so quickly he almost knocked you both off.

“Aaawahhbah!!!”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” Balthus was all fired up, running those push-ups like he hadn’t done five reps before.

Of course, you assured him he’d be rewarded handsomely if he achieved his goal.

Which would have been a kiss, if Constance hadn’t chased you down for an urgent meeting that suddenly popped up and preceded to scold you and Balthus for such an obscene display in the middle of the day.

[nicolegendary]

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[hes-a-rainbow]

Heaven And Hell (Part Two) ~ e.m.

A/N: I’m not really sure if anyone is actually reading this, but if you enjoy, please share! I will be updating every Wednesday 🖤

Summary: After Noah's run in with Steve and Robin, she reminisces on how she ended up back in Hawkins. 

Warnings: self loathing, Steve being a babygirl, talks of body image (specifically after childbirth)

Word Count: 2k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Part One

“You absolute dingus! Those were the chips!” Robin seems more concerned with the party snack food than the absolute bombshell she just dropped on Steve.

“Hold on a second,” He grabs Robin’s shoulder to prevent her from picking up the fallen bags, ”Did she tell you that was Munson’s kid?”

“Tell me? She didn’t have to! I have eyes!” Robin points to both of her eyes to prove her point even further. Steve can’t help but put his hands on his hips and roll his eyes, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Robin.”

“It adds up, doesn't it?” Again, Steve can’t help but shake his head in confusion.

“How old do you think that kid is, Harrington?”

Steve’s whole mind is running wild and he gestures his hand in the air, “I don’t know like…two?”

“Wrong, my niece just turned six and I know a toddler when I see one. She was at least 3 or 4.”

“So? What’re you suggesting? Eddie’s been sneaking up secretly to New York to see Noah and he just never told us?” Steve swears he has no idea where Robin’s trying to go with this.

She throws her arms up in the air, and then mocks Steve’s stance, putting her hands on her hips, squinting up at him, “You really are just a pretty face, aren’t you?”

“Okay, uncalled for,” Steve goes to pick up the chips from the ground, hoping they're not completely dust by now.

“Okay, let me spell it out for you: Noah left Hawkins four years ago,” Robin sticks out her pointer finger as she begins her checklist, “She shows up four years later with a tiny little kid who just so happens to have a head full of brown curls, and big ol’ puppy dog eyes,” She sticks up her middle finger as she continues, “And I know you didn’t pay much attention in biology–”

“I passed, didn’t I?” Robin pushes her hand in front of Steve’s face, now adding her ring finger to the mix.

“9 months, Harrington! Which means, if my math is correct–”

“Which it usually isn’t,” Steve interrupts but Robin doesn’t miss a beat. “Noah could’ve easily been pregnant when she left.”

Steve’s eyebrows rise on his forehead, “You can’t seriously be suggesting…”

“I’m just stating the facts,” Robin’s hand drops down to her sides as a sullen look comes across her face, “But the timeline adds up, doesn’t it?”

Steve shakes his head,“No, there’s no way!” He runs a hair through his short locks in frustration, “She would never do that to Eddie. She loved him. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Look, after everything we went through,” A phantom twinge of pain shoots through Steve’s neck as he goes to place a hand at the base of his neck, the scar no longer physical but the memory remaining all the same. Robin notices, because of course she does, and she places a calming hand on Steve’s forearm, “We all dealt with the trauma differently…” Again, Steve outwardly cringes and massages the base of his neck; flashes of memories fill his head of how they all dealt with the aftermath of the Upside Down.

“Maybe–maybe she got scared and–and couldn’t handle being around here anymore. I honestly can’t blame her for not wanting to raise a child around here after everything she’s seen.”

Steve’s head still shakes, “No, no, absolutely not.” His eyes met with Robin’s again, “She wouldn’t do that to Eddie! She wouldn’t break his heart and then not tell him that she was having his kid. That’s not who she is. Or was or–or I don’t know!” He rubs his hands over his eyes. He can already feel a headache forming behind his eyes, something that had happened frequently for years due to the many beatings he took as a teenager. Robin moves her hand over Steve’s forearm, trying to offer him any sort of comfort.

“I know, and maybe I’m completely wrong and talking out of my ass but…”

“Yeah, yeah…” The pair have no more words to express as they both fill up the trunk of Steve’s car with the remainder of the groceries.

Steve shuts the trunk as Robin climbs into the passenger seat. When Steve clambers in, he pauses a moment before shutting his door, “We should tell him right?” He looks over his shoulder at Robin who is clicking in her seat belt.

“We don’t even know if she’s his.” Robin’s hand pulls the top of the seat belt as she tightens it slightly, hands urging to mess with something.

“No, I know, but we should at least give him a heads up that she’s back and coming tonight.” Steve finally shuts the door and leans his hands on the steering wheel, “And that she has a kid. He can come to his own conclusion. It’s a conversation they need to have together.”

Robin nods her head as Steve buckles in his seat belt. He can tell this whole thing had brought her down a few notches so he pats her knee lovingly, getting her to look at him again, “Hey, it’s your birthday eve! Let’s not worry about other people’s problems for once and have fun.”

A grin spreads over Robin’s face, “Let’s get fucked up tonight.”

“Oh we are so getting fucked!” Robins screeches before Steve can even realize his mistake. “Fucked up, I mean getting fucked up!” He turns the key over and the engine roars to life. He’s about to put the car in reverse when he turns back to Robin, “You know what? No, we are getting fucked tonight! It’s your fucking birthday!”

Robin claps before rolling down her window to announce to the parking lot, “It’s my fucking birthday!”

“Fuck, I look fucking stupid.” Noah whispers to her empty bedroom. Her hands smooth down the red dress she’s wearing as she examines herself in the mirror. She feels like an idiot. She should’ve never come back to Hawkins.

But she didn’t really have a choice did she?

After she moved with her parents to New York, she finally got accepted into a writing program at a college in New York City. She had always loved creative writing, spending much of her free time writing short stories about other worlds and mystical creatures. It was one of the first things that had drawn her to Eddie first. They were paired up in English class during their (his first) Senior year, the project was to write a short children’s story detailing the dangers of drug abuse. She had almost laughed when Eddie’s name was called after hers because everyone knew of his side business. She still remembers looking over her shoulder during class as the names were still being paired up around them. He had looked up at her from the back row like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. It was the first time she had really looked at him and she had always wondered why she never really noticed how handsome he was before.

But no matter how exceptional of a writer she was in Hawkins, Indiana, it didn’t compare to all of the talented people in New York City.

Life started to spiral pretty soon after she had left. The trauma of the events from the upside down followed her no matter how far she went. But it wasn’t until a few months after leaving Indiana that her life truly changed.

Scarlett was born on a crisp spring morning and Noah’s entire world had changed. She suddenly had another person to take care of and who she was responsible for. Everything she did from there on was for Scarlett. It was hard being a single parent, and she very quickly realized that she would have to leave the city and move upstate with her parents.

She had quickly stopped writing, not having much inspiration (or sleep) to really concentrate on a story long enough. She worked odd jobs, temporary secretary positions while bartending at night, or flipping burgers at a local 24 hour diner.

No matter how long she was away for, her heart always lingered in Hawkins. She thought about her friends everyday, wondering what they were doing and what was going on in their lives. But mostly she thought about Eddie. His smile, his laugh, his overwhelming personality.

She suffered from nightmares frequently, the events of the Upside Down playing out differently every night, but they had always ended the same; with the light leaving Eddie’s eyes as she held him. It terrified her even all these years later. Even when she knew he was alive and healthy in Hawkins. Her frequent phone calls with Pops had usually ended with a whispered  ‘how is he?’. Pops never needed to ask who she was referring to.

But the universe really does have a way of tricking you. Her mom had gotten the call from Pops that he had broken his leg and Noah jumped on the chance to head back to Hawkins. There was nothing keeping her in New York anymore. She would swear she only came back because Scarlett barely knew Pops, only seeing him when he came to visit for holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she knew deep down that what she really wanted was to go home.

And now here she is, 9pm on a Friday night back in Hawkins. Except now, she doesn’t have to sneak out of her window to hop into the beat up van parked at the end of the street. She knows Eddie will be there tonight, because why wouldn’t he? He was as close to Robin as she was.

A big part of her fears that he will take one look at her and berate her, saying all the things she has secretly thought about herself over the years. She knows he would never do that, and knows her brain is just messing with her but intrusive thoughts have a way of sneaking in, don’t they?

Her right hand automatically goes to the only ring she wears on her left hand. It’s a silver skull; mouth open almost as if it was taunting her. Eddie had slipped it on her finger as they both recovered in the hospital. His wounds were more severe than hers and she was discharged soon after having her arm stitched up and face cleaned off scratches. But she had stayed on the pull out next to Eddie’s bed every night.

It wasn’t until the third night as they laid side by side, watching some shitty tv movie on the hospital tv, that he took her hand and slipped the skull on her ring finger without a word. He had huffed out a laugh when it had fit her tiny fingers perfectly.

‘Would you look at that?’ He had whispered, ‘It was meant to be.’ She had looked over at him silently, his eyes closing slowly as she noticed his pain meds finally kicking in. She had thought it was a fluke, something he had said while high out of his mind but that next morning he held her hand and his thumb traced the skull silently. She was about to tell him he could have it back, had even moved slightly to tug it off but his hand had grabbed her wrist to stop her.

‘It’s yours now.’ His voice sounded confident but she had felt the tremble in his hand, ‘Think of it as a placeholder.’ She hadn’t known how to reply, simply leaning over to place a loving kiss on his lips.

It was less than two months later that she would break his heart.

She had planned on getting rid of the ring, the memories it came with breaking her heart all over again every time she looked at it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to get rid of it. It somehow felt like that would be the definitive end of her and Eddie and that was too much for her.

So she kept it. She moved the ring to her middle finger now, feeling like that was somehow slightly better.

She stares down at the skull ring now, her heart beating just a little bit faster as the memories whirling around in her head. She has played out every scenario in her head of what she would say to Eddie if she ever saw him again, but she also knows that Eddie is as unpredictable as they come and however their first meeting again goes, she wouldn’t be able to practice for it.

Noah takes a deep breath, again pulling down the edges of her dress just a bit more as if it would magically become longer. Her body looked a lot different than she had when she was younger; growing a human inside of you could do that to a person. Her hips stick out a little more and her stomach never really went back to how it was before Scarlett. As grateful as she is for her wonderful gift of a daughter, she is also very aware of how much her body has physically changed. It also didn’t help that she hasn’t gone out since Scarlett was born; she feels like a mockery of her former self as she stares at her reflection.

She sighs, grabbing her faithful leather jacket off the foot of her bed. It may almost be June but the spring nights in Hawkins have a habit of still whipping around the winds of winter.

She checks on Scarlett one last time, the toddler fast asleep in her tiny bed, before shutting the door quietly and heading down the hallway. She can hear the tv playing from the living room before she gets there as Pops sits comfortably on his recliner.

“I put Steve’s number on the fridge, so please call if you need anything. I’ll be home right away.” She leans down to place a kiss on Pops’ forehead. The older man looks up at his granddaughter, pride flashes through his old eyes, “Look at you! You look beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes at him, not being one to take compliments so easily, “Thanks, old man.” He scoffs and turns a little more towards her, finding difficulty with the giant cast on his leg.

“When was the last time you’ve gone out?”

“Oh probably…” She humors him as she knows exactly how long it’s been, “3 ½ years.”

He points at her, replying, “Almost four.”

“Almost four.” She repeats the words Scarlett has been saying for the last few months.

“Well have fun tonight, kiddo. And don’t worry so much, you may have forgotten but I’ve raised a few kids quite successfully in my day.”

Noah chuckles, recalling her mother and her uncle, “Well one out of two, isn’t bad.”

“Eh, you’re lucky I like you so much.” She gives his hand another squeeze before heading to the front door.

“I mean it,” She sees Pops’ head move over the side of his trusty recliner, “Have fun tonight. You’re only 25 and you still have a whole life ahead of you.” He turns back around to watch whatever tv program that was on tv. Noah snorts, Pops always had a way of saying something very profound than acting as if he just told you what the weather was outside.

“Love you!” She calls out before gently closing the door behind her.

…..

Steve’s house hadn’t changed much in the past four years. It looked like his mom had added some new bulbs around the garden, but other than that, everything looks exactly as it did in 1986.

Noah locks the car behind her, a habit she obtained from living in the city, and heads up the walking stones to Steve's front door. She’s only an hour late but it sounds as if the party is in full swing already. She can feel the vibration of the newest pop song pumping under her feet as she reaches the porch. She raises her hand to press her finger against the doorbell but pauses as she feels a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Taking a step back, she stops, mind filtering unrealistic reactions everybody might have when she walks through the door.

They’d hate her. She had left the people who had fought the literal end of the world with her. Surely, they wouldn’t be so quick to forgive her.

And yes, she had stayed in touch with them at first but she could hear the hurt in their voices even all those miles away. Steve and Robin had definitely told everybody about Scarlett already, and even if they hadn’t, small towns had a funny way of spreading gossip around.

Would they be mad that she didn’t tell them? Would they even want to hear her side of why she didn’t tell them?

She shakes her head, trying and failing to also shake the thoughts out of her mind.

She should leave, she should go back home now before anyone sees her. She’ll call Robin tomorrow, wish her a happy birthday, tell her Scarlett was sick and she couldn’t come out, maybe offer to take her out to lunch.

No, no she couldn’t do that. She had already retreated from them four years ago, she couldn't do it again, it wasn’t healthy.

Her internal struggle is cut significantly short when the front door swings open.

The man who she had thought about every day for the past four years swaggers out onto the porch with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looks up, quickly noticing someone else on the porch.

It takes his brain a millisecond to process exactly who he’s looking out and Noah holds her breath before his imminent reaction.

But Eddie is anything but predictable as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and a large smirk comes across his face.

“Hey Slugger.”