#i will grit my teeth and i will clentch my hands and i will TRY

[shouty-sam]

i love being a stubborn bastard now.

[backyardboytoy]

Imagining that you walk into the woods in your local town, gently taking a stroll until when you take a small break you realise you weren’t leaning against a tree…it was a 10ft tall werewolf, and seemingly it was in heat as you could tell just by looking down.

It needs a womb to release in and it seems it’s chosen you…

Contents: Cumflation, Lactation, impregnation

"Oh boy, howdy -" is the stupid thing that ends up tumbling from my mouth. Because damn that's a big boy with a ridged rod between his legs. His heavy, audibly sloshing balls complement his whole horny monster look, fantastically.

The Wolfman huffs, the open air fogging from how hot his breath is. I couldn't really make out any pupils in the yellow of his eyes but his snout tilts down to where I am. A bit of drool is slinging down his jaws onto his own neck. He opens his mouth and i'm half expecting to be torn to shreads only for a deep guttural voice to ring out and say one thing.

"Help."

"Huh?" Is the response I come up with because, hello??? My eyes jolt back down to the throbbing monster cock already so pent up its leaking pre in sticky globs onto the ground with every pulse. And it clicks what he seems to be at least trying to ask for. I tilt my head up at the Wolfman. "Uh, do you wanna fuck me?"

His ears perk up, and the drool starts reaching his chest. An impaitent panting noise fills the air.

Without a second thought, I grin. "Yeah, that's fine!" I hooked my hands under my pants and boxer briefs and pulled them down. "I've been horny all day. Fuck me good alright?" He all but lundged for me when I said  that. His clawed hands coming down and grabbed my sides. Hoisting me into the air dispite My yelp of surpise.

I feel the tip of his cock prod at my holes entrance. Looking down makes me swallow because his shaft is twice as large as a baseball bat. But I don't have any time to think further because he's already pushing it into me.

His cock manages to gape my hole open at a third of the way down his length on the first go. A grunt escaping me when I feel how much he's inside of me already.

A deep inhale from him is the only warning I get before an explosion of warmth fills me. "Fuck-" i grit my teeth when he immediately decided to cum on entry. It's a oozing sound when cum starts spilling out to paint the forest floor.

I pant and as soon as the sensation stops the hands on my sides pull me up and drop me back down on his monsterily thick cock. Turns out monster cum makes a great lubricant for getting a cock even deeper. A perverted squelch sound now pairs with each messy thrust.

I'm breathy, and look down to find out I'm almost halfway down his length when his cock tip nudges deep at my insides. Assuming he hit my cervix, made me huff. But surpisingly no pain had accompanied the prod just a nagging pleasure.

The Wolfman growled, his hands pulling me off his cock till only the tip was at my entrance again. All before slamming home into my hole. I yelled feeling the cock ram through my poor cervix and barrel into the wall of my womb. Why did that feel good? Holy shit? A churning sound hit my ears, and I looked down to see his heavy balls clentching.

Thick cum splattered into my waiting womb, with a purpose. Monster sperm violating and ready to impregnate any egg they could possibly hunt down. "Fuck fuck-" my stomach surged outwards this time. My cervix apparently not wanting to let the monsters cum let down. I looked four months pregnant with just cum.

With a huff, he fucked me back down his cock once more. Fuck, he was so big and there was so little room for my hole to accommodate, I could feel every pulsating vein decorating his shaft. He fucked me up and down, up and down. My belly sloshed every time me pulled me up and down.

I looked down once more to find I was nearly down to base but knew I wouldn't be taking his knot, unfortunately. His cock is so massive that even with his length fucking my cervix wide and his tip slamming into the wall of my womb his knot wasn't even reaching my ass.

He suddenly threw his head back and howled, cutting my thoughts short.

He stilted once more, his cock pressed against my womb. I felt his cock pulsating as each splash of cum shooting into my waiting womb. I groaned and watched my stomach grow further to accommodate my heavy womb. By the time he stopped coming I looked eight months pregnant.

My chest was wet, making my look down to see myself lactating through my shirt. I chuckled high off of monster cock and cum.

He got me pregnant. Fuck my body knew it was inevitable.

I could only groan when he fucked my down his length once more.

The joy of being a living condom for a monster in heat.

[mutantthedark]

Remembrance

Sigma squeezes Soap's hand, looking into his eyes with sadness, anxiety, and sorrow. While looking into it. they're emotionless. He told her he doesn't remember her; he only remembers TF141 and others: Farah, Alex... But why not her? Tears start to fill her eyes, and she tries to hold them back while still looking at him. 

Their blue eyes are still looking at each other; her voice starts to tremble, and her heart starts to pound in her chest. Then it hit her: amnesia.

She can't speak, no words came out of her mouth. But she only can say:

"Johnny..."

Instead of saying his callsign, a tear falls down her left cheek. Sigma's left hand puts it on her carrier plate, where her heart is.

Clentching her fist, she squeezes his hand tighter. Johnny couldn't say anything; he just stared. Just to stare at her, tilting his head, not saying a word... He waits for her to say something again. Sigma grits her teeth, a million thoughts rushing through her head. Seeing a young, kind, sunshine Scottsman in front of her was completely different.

Without a word, she rushed to him and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist. To Soap's surprise, he almost stumbles back, shocked. What would he do? Hug her back? Push her away? Stand there and do nothing? Or stroke her hair? 

Sigma's tears fall down her cheeks, crying silently.

"Remember, try to remember me..."

Soap is speechless, he doesn't know what's happening. Then, he feels something... Something extraordinary. Could a hug bring his memories back of her?

"Please..." She whispers one more time.

That's why she's called by the name Halia, a remembrance of a loved one...

PLEASE...

---

A thought of "What if Soap forgets Sigma?"

I've been seeing arts of Soap's season 4 gear. Ngl, he looks different 😭 Somewhere I read, "What if Soap has amnesia?" And I thought, hmmm... WELL *cracks my knuckles* TIME FOR THE ANGST!

[turntableart]

how i met my boss full story

look up at the towering ocean blue door in front of me and let out a sigh

"God dammit" I shove the door open as if I knocked likely no one would open it for me, I swiftly make my way to *his*I  office making sure to miss all his sappy buttlers on the way up, I really don't have the time to fight them or what not. I finally make it to his office, of course it was on the top floor pompus ass and push the double doors open and I walk in, my grimace turning to the kindest smile I can muster

"Oh tu- oh wait I forgot you don't like that name do you? Hello yellow, what a pleasure it is to see you so soon" I try to keep a brave face as I walk over to blues massive desk which of course was the first thing you could see when you walked in, I plop myself into the chair that faced blue and was going to speak but before I could blue had already opened his loud mouth and begain to yabber

"I guess my little idea didn't work to well for you? I guess you need more money am I correct?" I grit my teeth and wear my smile as best I can trying not to crack

"Well it could've gone worse! Turns out being a licensed attorney doesn't help for lemonade..." I clentch my hands if I could I'd beat this guy to a pulp. Of course lemonade wouldn't work I was stupid to actually listen... Though I guess it didn't do to bad but in no way in hell am I telling add-on that, I hear a clicking sound and I snap out of my little though spiral

"Yellow. If you want money your going to have to pay attention to me and listen, no wonder you went under, you were likely to busy in that little head of yours instead of listening to who you were defending" addon let's out a semi-annoyed sigh and looks at me I shiver slightly, his gaze always cuts through me... Like a sharp, cold blade, I nod and stare back in the same manner

"Of course sir, my apologies I get caught up in thought sometimes" he continues to stare through me maybe he's reading my mind... I wouldn't be surprised if he could do so since he's such a "top-hat" or a snob im not really in the mood to drag him through the mud just yet 

"So... About funding" I cherp up my voice still quite but still bright with deals to be made "Ah yes funds. I have no more to give you yellow, you haven't yet payed off your past dept so I'm afraid I can't lend you anymore money" pardon? Bloody what!? Dept? Since when did I have a dept?! This is absolutely unexpected

I slam I hand on adds desk and glare at him with a grimace "I beg your pardon? What dept are you speaking off blue." Add snickers at me and uses his cane to push my hand of his desk "Your last loan yellow, are you really that forgetful? I mean I heard that you forgot half of your cases but I didn't have a single thought that it was true!" He snickers again and pulls out a small check book that so happens to have the date of ever. Single. Check. F¥€k and of course he points out my name as one of the latest checks, proper file name, the sleaze "Does this jog your memory yellow? Or do you need a moment to recall it."

I shake my head and smile at blue sitting back down in my seat, my hands clasped together "No sir, I remember it well I just believed no strings were attached to that loan and it was a simple help to me, not that it would leave me in your dept." Blue smiles a true salesman proud of his work of hidden strings on everything he sells or "gives away" "Well you better pay attention next time yellow, I would like this to be paid off I hope you understand that" I nod trying to keep my composer and not electrocute this sleaze where he sits. And to be honest I think I'm doing pretty well! "Oh yes and I'd like money for the replacement desk I'll have to get, you must learn how to control your 'spark' yellow, this was my favorite desk yet" I give blue a look and look down at the desk and sure as day there's a large burn mark... Shit, I definitely don't have the cash for that, I nod and a sure him i will when I get back on my feet, he smiles and sends me on my way I walk out and let out a sigh of relief

"Well... That...didn't go as planned" I rub my eyes trying to ward off the headache I gained from talking to such a ponpus prat...or likely from sparking up his desk, that fucker deserved it anyways. A month passed and before I knew it I was sat in a sodding ally way looking up at blue who looked more than pleased to see me and the state I was in "What do you want? Come to rub money in my face?" Blue snickered and proded me with his cane causeing me to wobble a bit "Oh it is simply such a heart ache to see what has become of you yellow, I guess you won't be paying off your dept then?" He snickered again and dropped a contract on me that was of course written in some fancy font, he then dropped a pen on me and smiled "If your clever you'll take this chance rather than throwing it away, if you do you'll always know where to find me, and don't worry I'll tell my 'guards' to let you in, you'll just have to show them the contract, anyways good luck yellow" and with that he sauntered off leaving me with only one opinion... I had to sign it

and here is the first story i ever wrote for turnon apologizes if its a lil fucky it was copyed over from yellows spacehey acount but its all here! have fun reading my old writeing!

@emiplayzmc

[colourful-void]

Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part Two: Dragging your friends into sandstorms is also not a recommended way to treat depression but at least this one worked

So back to journeys, where Satoshi has just lost three battles in a row and a sandstorm is luring people in over in Hoenn.

Goh is immediately excited about the prospect of a pokemon hiding in the sand and goes to ask Satoshi about coming along. It's a fun note of Goh's character devlopment that his immediate wish is to go together. Goh at the start of the season would easily have abandoned Satoshi to go research on his own, but it doesn't even cross his mind for a second in this episode. Great work Goh!

Satoshi's not doing too hot. He's curled up in a corner talking to himself about how he's dropped a whole class. Goh tells him to cheer up, it was only a few battles, this does not work. Another similarity to the xy episode.

We can see more of the root of the problem here, that Satoshi fears he won't be able to live up to his dreams and that trying is fruitless. Now I know we're on the jp dub but I really wanna shout out the english, because in the english dub satoshi says "Battling (Dande)'s a dream I should get out of my head, I don't deserve it."

"I don't deserve it", like I don't think there's a clearer way to represent the issue here than this line. He doesn't "deserve" to battle Dande, he doesn't even deserve to dream about it.

Goh dismisses these ideas and drags Satoshi out to Hoenn to go find the pokemon in the sandstorm.

They get to the sandstorm, Goh's excited, Satoshi's still upset. Back to the tried and true method of "just don't be sad"! Which of course, does not work.

We can already see the similarites to Serena in Goh's actions. Both try their hardest with genuine intent to cheer up Satoshi using methods that work for them. (You can argue Serena was trying a bit harder here since Goh had alternate motives at play). However, what changes here is what they do afterwords.

The problem of dismissing someone's negitivity as not like them remains and I'm still salty about it, but at least in this senario Goh is affirming Satoshi's postivity and not getting upset with him while he's actively upset. It's marginally better but the problem remains.

But that's not why I love this episode. What matters to me is what comes next.

Despite the distraction, Satoshi's still caught up in his eariler problems. He hasn't actually resolved them, so he can't let them go yet.

The boys make their way through the sandstorm, Goh rescues some people from the sandtrap, its going alright. At least until we run into flygon. Or more specfically, until Goh asks Satoshi for his help battling Flygon.

This is Satoshi's expression when Goh asks him for help. Despite agreeing, he's clearly hesitant about this. He doesn't feel confident in his ability to battle the Flygon. He's so out of it he forgets the type match ups, and uses electric moves on a ground type, which of course are ineffective.

Satoshi continues to self loathe, berating himself for not thinking. His hat begins shading his eyes when this happens! He gets caught up in his mistakes and begins to feel as though everything is hopeless.

Now, Goh doesn't do any of the 'no don't say that, you have to believe in yourself' stuff here. Instead, he keeps battling. He instead redirects the focus back to the fight, which is sort of the more pressing issue. It's also a good way of dealing with the problem as well! Goh's actively strategizing, looking for the next step to take. By doing that he's telling ash, indirectly, not to give up yet because there are still concrete steps to take, and that things aren't hopeless!

Satoshi is still paying attention to the battle though, and picks up on Goh's strategy. Goh and Satoshi also share a glance with each other when Flygon disappears under the sand.

Messon gets beaten and recalled.

and Satoshi begins to spiral. He gets so caught up in his previous losses that he visibly flashes back to them. He panics over what's dangerous for the pokemon, and the footage flashing specifically shows Riolu's losses and it being in pain after being attacked.

Both Pikachu and Goh call out to Satoshi in concern after he falls over and doesn't get up. Satoshi's body langauge is imporant here but unfortunately image limit. He's not clentched up, his fingers are loose. even when he grits his teeth, the rest of his body language all together reads as though he's gone slack. Unfortunately, Goh's attention is pulled away by the Flygon attacking again, and the battle resumes with Rabbifoot.

Satoshi protests Goh's strategy, still afraid that battling in too close is dangerous. Goh turns to him for a moment, but has to keep his attention on Rabbifoot. This actually pulls him out of dazed body langauge, as he tense and clenches his fists when Goh starts to put himself in danger. He's concerned for Goh and Rabbifoot!

Satoshi wonders what Goh's thinking, and he's not even looking at the battle anymore. He's just staring at Goh intently.

Or at least, until Rabbifoot successfully executes the strategy, and uses the meteors as part of ember. It's a wonderfully animated sequence, and it works! Goh's proud and excited, all the pokemon jump around happily, and Satoshi just sits there dumbfounded, though visably relieved as well (eyebrows are no longer drawn together) before he begins to laugh.

But Goh's not done helping out Satoshi, and this is what sets this and the xy episode apart, this is where everything comes together.

Goh does what he does best, a big dramatic monolouge. He tells Satoshi that he learned all those tactics from Satoshi, it's the first thing he tells him before he even explains.

Goh tells Satoshi plainly that he does know how to do this, he's a good battler and he can succeed when he remembers to work with his pokemon in tandem and doesn't get caught up in things. And he tells him this right after he proves it to Satoshi's face.

Satoshi learns from examples, from doing, and Goh uses that as best he can. He gives Satoshi the example first, and then explains it later.

And the visual symbolism is incredible here because as Goh tells this to Satoshi the sky clears behind him.

I cry over this part everytime. What better way to show that Goh has helped free Satoshi from the mental fog, that his words have cleared the way for him.

And of course, Goh keeps a smile on his face the entire time.

He continues to talk about working together with his pokemon, something Satoshi was neglecting to do because of his fear of not being good enough and letting those pokemon down.

Satoshi reflects on this, adjusting his hat so it hides his eyes as he does. However, he's in control of this now, actively holding the hat in his hand, symbolizing that while he's still upset, he's in control of his emotions now!

Goh specifically kneels down to meet Satoshi at his level and speak to him directly, he puts them on equal ground.

He talks more about strategy, and then he says a line I adore.

"Battling sure is complex, isn't it, Satoshi?"

Goh doesn't like battling, we know this. We know his only interest in it is as a means to an end and because he cares about Satoshi. And he says this because he's showing Satoshi how much he's learned from him. To really drive home that he attributes everything he just accomplished to Satoshi. All that trust and skill and work! Not to mention the fact that this is a call back to what Goh said after Satoshi won the Flutes in episode seven! Incredible, truly!

And Satoshi laughs and flops over, to which Goh worries. But Satoshi is smiling again, truly smiling. He calls himself stupid, the self loathing hasn't gone away entirely, but he is smiling, and he's staring up into the sky happily. There is no shade over his eyes anymore!

He finally addresses his pokemon again, with words similar to what he said in xy, and of course his pokemon love him and lay down with him. It's really cute <3.

And thats where the episode ends! My goodness, do I adore this episode. It's beautiful and i think about it all the time.

It's about finding new and crazy strategies to win, and when talking things out or distracting him doesn't work, Goh tries a new strategy that does! If he can't use ember and win with one strategy he'll try another. can't cheer up Satoshi with one strategy? try another.

What sets them apart is that Goh keeps going and stays by Satoshi's side, where as Serena got caught up in her feelings and ran off. Goh visbly takes Satoshi's way of learning and expressing things into account, and Serena doesn't make it that far.

There's so much care and effort that Satoshi and Goh share and it means the world to me. I can't wait to see what other moments they'll share in future, and what other parallels will be drawn!

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings, Thank you so much for reading this all.

[sunflwrsjustdied]

Chapter 2 - The Phone Call.

[Harry Styles sitting next to Ben Andrews (Lux’s cousin)]

October.28.2012 London, England

•Harry• “Hello, Benjamin.” Noah greeted Lux’s cousin, Ben looked up shyly before mumbling a hi and then looking down.

“You’re quite intimidating.” I chuckled, seeing he made Ben, who was  talking to everyone go quiet. He had the same effect on the hostess.

“Good.” He mumbled, sitting down in the seat, he loved that feeling.  No one wanting to talk to him out fear. Just a 9-year-old boy who made   everyone terrified and thrived off of it.

I never understood why, but there were many people who got highly  intimidated of him. For years people told me that ‘the way he stands  screams danger’.

He’s been like this ever since primary school, daycare even. A real  tough guy that got every girl attracted to him, even if they were just   4-years-old.

His first fight was at 2-years-old, it started off as a yelling  match, until Noah threw punches at the boy who was a year older then  him, all over a simple wooden block. The fight result in Noah getting a  “red card” from his disturbed daycare teacher and a 3-year-old with a  bloody lip.

If someone were to come between him and his persona, something so  powerful will arise in him. He’ll curse at them, throw things, anything  to show them who they’ve messed with.

That made Noah who he was.

It showed how much he needed to like and trust you in order for   vulnerability to show. Some people called him mysterious after this   trait.

What a great combination, mysterious and dangerous. Described the 142 centimeter boy perfectly.

I never encouraged, nor discouraged his hunger for being persuaded  that way. But it was never an act either, it was truly how Noah was,  he’s always been like that and he always will be.

I may not understand other peoples perspectives of him, but I could see where they were coming from in a way.

He was the most stereotypical boy you could ever meet. He looks at  every girl, he runs around without a shirt on, he swears, he fights, he   played every sport he could think of when he was younger. His most   favourite sport of all time being baseball, followed by ice hockey. And he played both from when he was a toddler until he was 7. Anything boys  “typically did” he did it all because it was the way of his personality.

Noah took a seat in-between Tom and I, he rested his elbow on the  table and ran his hand throw his hair, I noticed his eyes would glance  over at Ben with almost a look of jealousy in his eyes.

Oh.

Ben was sitting to the left of me. Ever since Noah was a baby, he  always sat to the left of me at restaurants. Everyone in our family knew  it and consciously never sat there, but a 4-year-old boy wouldn’t know   that.

“Noah!” Lux giggled, pointing to him trying to get out of Lou’s lap,  Lou gave Noah a look asking if she could go to him. Noah nodded and Lux  ran over to him.

“Hello Luxie,” Noah smiled lifting her into his lap.

Everyone talked waiting for the waitress.

She came eventually, but when she got to Noah, she stuttered, almost  taken aback. “Wow, you’re eyes are so blue. Oh God, I’m sorry. I’ve just   never seen that before, ” she said mesmerized.

“Thanks,” Noah stared directly into her eyes, on purpose. “Sorry, um what can I get you?” “Fish and chips please.”

• • •

“Dad, hide me please,” Noah whispered, panic in his voice. “What,  Why?” Harry frowned confused by his sons actions, “That waitress, I know  her, now hide me! Don’t draw attention.”

“Who, her?” Tom nodded to the woman who was walking over to the table, specifically right behind Noah’s chair.

Noah nodded, sinking in his chair and cover the side of his face.

“Hello, Noah.” She smiled, her British accent was thick, “How’s it going?”

“It’s going great,” Noah swallowed hard, his knee starting to bounce up and down.

“My daughter’s still waiting on that call from you,” She said, “And  I’m still waiting for my phone to get fixed Lucy,” Noah said with  gritted teeth.

“It’s been almost 2 months, how long can it take?” Lucy raised her eyebrow.

“As long as it needs to be fixed again.” Noah replied, jaw clentched.

“Here’s her number again, just in case you forget it,” She  immediately took out her pen and pad, writing on it fast, and handing it  to him.

“Never- never in my life have I seen someone try to get their  daughter to date someone so bad,” Noah grunted, taking the paper and  shook his head,

“Some parents want what’s best for their children Noah, and I see  that your are. Or to you, I’m a bad mother for that right?” Lucy frowned  at Noah, trying to make him feel bad.

“We’re nine- That’s not even- I don’t even remember her name Lucy.”  Noah sighed trying to argue but giving up, “It’s Sabrina, Sabrina  McCullen.” Lucy smiled knowing she was breaking Noah to say yes.

“Just give my daughter a chance, she’s a model too, maybe that’ll  somewhat change your mind.” Noah’s eyes did perk up hearing the  information, “I told you, when the phones fixed,” he smiled fake and  widely, “Now have a nice day.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Lucy walked off, and that’s when Noah groaned, slouching down in his seat, about to crumple the paper.

“Keep it son, you’ll need it.” Noah looked up to his father with discomfort in his eyes, before putting it in his pocket.

“Who was that?” Tom asked, “I met her here a few months ago and a few  times after that, she wouldn’t shut up about how her daughter was my  age and that we should date.”

“She gave me her daughters number, so I told her my phone was broken and when it got fixed then I’d give her call.”

“But Noah, your phone works perfectly, why haven’t you?” Harry  questioned, earning a glare from Noah, “Not what she thinks is it? If  she knew that, she would probably try to get mine and I don’t want  that.”

“Just call her, you never know,” Harry suggested, “Yeah, if she’s  anything like her mother, I’ll know for sure,” Noah shook his head  sighing.

“I’m surprised, I’ve never known my son to give up a chance with a  girl,” Harry chuckled, “Well almost every girl I don’t meet through her   annoying mother.”

“Wait, are you saying, Noah is scared of someone? The Noah Styles,  scared of someone?” Lou said in a some what genuinely shocked voice,  earning an eye roll from Noah.

“No, I’m not scared of her, it’s called avoiding someone you don’t have an interest in someone.”

A phone then started to ring at the table, “Oh Noah, it can’t be  yours. Yours is broken.” Lucy said walking with the drinks our table  ordered prior to our last order, along with another waitress.

Noah took in a deep breathe through his nose and let it out the same  way, a look of annoyance on his features as he looked at a smirking Tom.  

“I’m sorry, I need to take this.” John apologized, looking at his phone and excusing himself and walking away from the table.

“You see what I mean,” Noah said through gritted teeth, after she  left, “Imagine having to see and hear that every time you visit your   girlfriend.”

“God I can hear it now. 'I’m the one who put you two together’.  Probably trying to use my modelling career to make her daughter famous.”  Noah

“Then if you’re not scared why don’t you tell her that? Say you’re  not interested.” Tom asked, intrigued, “Because I’m not that much of an  asshole.” Noah responded bluntly, “Hey, watch it,” Harry scolded,  knowing there was a much younger child sitting next to me and he nodded  to him.

You’d think Harry would scold his son for swearing in general but boy did he give up on that a long time ago.

“It’s fine, Harry,” Dean, Lux’s uncle and Ben’s father laughed, “He’s heard worse.”

“But Noah, give her a chance, so what? Like you said you’re just  nine. It’s not it will be long term and you’re going to get married next  week.” Dean said, “Well to Lucy is it!” Noah grunted, “Aw, come on  Noah. You never know,” I smirked, “I’ll think about it.” Noah mumbled.

“Now can we please take about something else? God knows she listening  or spiked my drink.” Noah groaned, “Yes,” Tom said and began talking to   him about football.

•Harry• I saw John walk towards my chair, “Harry, I  need to talk to you,” John said quietly into my ear, I nodded “Sure,”  and followed him to the foyer.

“That was a call from a director, it was for Noah.” He said to me, his demeanour serious.

I nodded, listening. “The director wants to meet him, and maybe cast  him for a lead role. This is very important for Noah and his career,” He   explained. “But we both don’t want to schedule a meeting unless you,   Rose, or both of you give permission for it to happen.”

“So Harry, would he be allowed to go to the audition?” He asked,  “Well of course,” I told him, without hesitation, “If it’s something  he’ll want to do.” Who I was kidding, Noah loved acting, and his first  lead role in a movie would be amazing.

“Schedule it right now.” I told him

“They said we could pick the date, but within now or next month. No  later.” “Where?” “New York.” “Ok, ask if they’re available for November  12.”

“We’ll be there around that time, and then we’re leaving the next  day. That’s a good time to do it.” John nodded and began to call the  director back, telling him the details as well as listening to the  directors.

After saying goodbye, he hung up the phone, “It’s settled then. New York City, November 12. I’ll talk to Noah later.”

We both walked back to the table.

• • •

Dinner was finished, everyone was either talking or on their phones. Noah chose to be on his phone, what a mistake that was.

Lucy walked by the table, “So Noah,” Noah jumped in his seat,  startled by her sudden presence behind him, “Guess you got that phone  fixed?” Noah swore he could just scream and yell at her, he was about  to, so close to, until-

“It’s actually my phone,” Tom looked at her, grabbing the white iPhone 4S from Noah’s hand, Lucy huffed and walked away.

“Oh my God, thank you. I was close to strangling her,”

• • •

It was late. Harry and Noah had just got home.

Noah was in room, emptying his pants pockets, and pulled out the stupid piece of paper. throwing it on the bed.

After brushing his teeth, Noah sat on his bed, picking up his phone  and the paper. He sighed, looking in-between both objects. Fighting  himself if he should just call her or not. Noah sighed going into his  contacts and putting her name and number into his phone.

“Maybe one day,” he mumbled tossing the note into his nightstand drawer.

[bnhavibes]

That's fine 😊💞 -🐇anon

Birthday boy love!😽

Sometimes Kirishima could never figure you out.

It was his birthday, and yet you had been so distant and aloof with him all day. To put it in his own words, you weren’t treating him like he was very manly today, and it was making him upsetti spaGHETTI!!!

(a/n: isn’t my boi so fcKinG PRECIOUS)

The rest of the Bakusquad couldn’t tell him, but you had something very special lined up for him.

As you disappeared from his sight, he was getting more and more disassociate with his friends; He was more concerned with the cold shoulder you had been giving him all day than the fact that his buddies were trying to make him feel better by letting him win a few rounds in a video game. He couldn’t focus, though, on anything besides the fact that you were all hiding something from him.

Eventually, he snapped. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asks, placing his controller onto the coffee table with a deep huff.

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Bakugo said, snatching the controller from the table for his own turn. “You’re finally beating Denki at zombies, and it’s your birthday so shouldn’t you be happy or something Shitty Hair?”

“Is... Is something going on with (Y/N) that I don’t know about?” He asked tenderly, scratching his head to avoid the sharp head turns of his friends.

“What makes you say that, cmon bro you know she’s just like this sometimes.” Kaminari answers, shoving some chips in his mouth.

“Dunno. I guess she’s just been ignoring me I think?” His brows furrowed before digging in his pocket for his phone before shooting you a ‘where did you go?’ text.

“Nah, why would she ignore you! Give her a break, it’s not like she’s out cheating on you or someth— OUCH!!” Denki yelped, a fist smashing his head down.

“Why the hell would you say that dumbass!? You’re just gonna make him upset.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. Kirishima looked at Bakugo with concern.

“Wh-What makes you think she— No. No, you’re lying.” He squeaked, getting up despite the protesting shouts between the two.

“She’s NOT doing anything BRO, come oN! Let’s just play games!!” Denki’s cries were results of Bakugo beating on him for speaking such negative things into the world.

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After you left the lounge, you sped your way up to your dorm room. You only had a matter of time before Eji would notice you were missing and come looking for you. You pulled your hair out of the dutch braids they were in. He always loved seeing the wild way your faux curls settled on your shoulders. As soon as you got in your room, you stripped yourself of clothing, quickly coating your skin in a cocoa butter lotion to hydrate and a spritz or two of your man’s favorite perfume before running over to your dressers.

You pulled out a deep maroon colored lace bodysuit that came with matching lace panties and garter. You pulled on thigh high nylon socks, hands shaking as you prepared for your present. A sigh left your lips as you looked your reflection over on the screen of the blank TV in your room. You silently prayed he would like it. You lightly coat your lips in a strawberry flavored chapstick, jumping just a little as a throat cleared behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up as the man of the hour himself popped up.

“B-Baby!” You exclaim, swiftly making your way over to his arms but he stops you at arm length. A confused pout sat across your lips, pulling the bottom one out just a bit as you looked at the hand on your chest. “W-What is th—”

“What can of softie do you think I am?” His tone is harsh, the growing scowl on his face throwing you off more.

“Eji— Oh!” You were pulled his direction, him pinning your back against the door as he shut it.

“You think you can just walk all over me, huh, (Y/N)?” He spat, causing you to wince.

“Baby, I—?”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me!” He scoffed, “Denki says you’re cheating on me, is that why you’re dressed like this huh?”

Instantly you face palmed, “I’m going to kill Denki.” You grumbled, to Kirishima’s dismay. He frowned, assuming that meant he was right. “This is one sick way to stop you from playing games and send you up here.”

Kirishima groaned, “Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)!”

“No, Kiri-chan, I’m serious! I told the dumbass to fucking send you up here as soon as he got an opening. I— I wanted to surprise you... It’s your b-birthday afterall, and I... Wanted to make you feel special.” You were fiddling with your fingers as you stared at your fidgeting feet between his big shoes. “But I guess he said something stupid like I was cheating? That doesn’t make any sense, why would Denki want you to think I was cheating on you?”

He sighed.

“Well, when ya put it like that... I—I guess I should say I let my emotions take control of me.... Now that I think about it, I acted really unmanly instead of listening to Katsuki fend for ya. And you know he’s the kind who wouldn’t do it just to cover for you! God, I’m so glad it was a misunderstanding.” He said, pulling you into an apologetic hug; Picking you up by your hips and inhalely sharply as he pressed your body into the door.

(Shook) Dumbfounded, you wrap your arms around his chest anyways. It wasn’t until you buried your face in the crook of his neck that you realised just exactly what you were doing before he interrupted. A smile spread acros your lips as you began to plant subtle kisses on his hot skin.

Subconsciously, his hips twitch; the warmth between your scantily clad legs beginning to pool a delicious slick. He gasps a little, running his hands up your torso and massaging your breasts a little before stroking through your hair.

Breaths getting heavy; your lips finally meet, and the moist feeling in your panties began to leak a little from the way Kirishima was rubbing the bulge in his pants against the centre of your thinly covered clit.

“Mm, (Y/N), you know just how to get a guy going, huh?” He pants on your lips, licking at the bits of drool that were dribbling out the corners of your mouth a bit. “You’re so lewd, baby! Oh, my god, it’s like I can do the tiniest— oh!” His traveling hand finds its way to your core, fingers delicately tapping along your aroused pussy. “Geez, you’re so wet, already, huh?” He plunges his fingers past your panty line to coat his fingers in your essence, causing you to moan shakily, trembling as the nimble tips of his calloused fingers danced around your folds and trickling around your neglected hole.

“Oh, Eji~” You moan in his ear, grasping his hair at the back of his head with one hand and holding yourself up with the other one; wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, behind his neck.

“Mmmph. You look so lewd, all dressed up for me, whimpering at my touch.” His voice is low, rumbling in your ear before he removed his hands.

Taking it as as opening, you quickly run your hand to his sweats, knowing he goes commando when he gets home, yanking them down just enough to whip the hard member beneath it.

“Wa-Wait, no, I’m leadi— Ohhhhnnnmmmm— G-Goddd...” His protests fell into a string of curse words, you had forced his entire length into your tight walls, not letting yourself adjust as he streched you out. You sigh in relief, waiting for Kiri boi to catch his breath. “You’re really something else, you know. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” You moan in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe gently and the next thing you know you’re in the air. Kirishima tossed you onto the bed, not giving you an opening to get up before he leaped onto your back, ripping your panties to the side and shoving his dick back into you. You moan loudly, jumping your lower half to your knees and backing into his hips as he snapped them into your ass.

“Oh, baby. You’re s...oo... tight,” He groans as he exhales, gripping your hips gently while relentlessly slamming into your now clentching walls. “Call me the name... Please.” He whispers.

“Ohhhhhnnnggg, Red Daddy Riot. You fill me up so well, I— Ohhh!” You mewl as his pace increases. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Oh! Yeeeeeesss. Fuck!! Me!!! U-Use your Q-Quirk!!~”

“B-Baby! Oh, go-god you make me feel so manly, I— I love you.” He moans before he grabs you by the hair and oushes your head down into the bed.

The naughty words leaving your lips fuels the fire in the boy’s stomach, but being the good boy Kirishima was, he did as he was told. Using his Quirk in the lightest amount possible so that he didn’t literally tear you apart. (only metaphorically ty.)

You scream in pleasure as you feel his dick solidify and thicken in waves, showing his brief use of the quirk to be just so deliciously hard inside your aching cunt.

“(Y/N)... Ohhh, shhhHHHHIT!” He groans as your juices begin spraying out of your hole in response to him sloshing around your drenched walls. You were so wet for him, it had been pushed out every time his cock went to fill you up; Your legs, along with Kirishima’s shirt, sweatpants, and thighs, were coated in your slick.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your lewd baby up with your cum. Please, Red Daddy Riot, I want your cum in mee~!” You moan as your legs start trembling from the excitement (mixed with a little bit of fear of Kiri losing control of his Quirk, but a LOT of pleasure from his cock).

His last bucks are sloppy, but you can feel his dick pulsate so literally due his Quirk, and you cum again, your own orgasm spraying out, and soaking your bodies once more.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Kirishima’s voice shaky as he recollects himself; Removing his cock from your body and turning your body to face him,

“Yes, Daddy?” You coyly reply.

He moans, “God, if you get pregnant, just remember you told me to— hey!”

You kicked him in his side. “What the hell, Eji!?”

“IM JUST KIDDING LOVEBUG I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY— I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU ANGryyyy....” He whines, tackling your body and wrestling to pin your arms by your head.

“Get off me, ya punk!” You cry, kicking and shimmying— your attempt to get out of his hold.

“But it’s my Birthday!”

You cave.

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hope you enjoy! i am partially intoxicated as I type this so pls forgive any mistakes! 🥺🥺😭😭

[arcanarandos]

Only An Eternity. (The Arcana OS)

[Asra x apprentice]

[WC: idk]

[Asras pronouns will be he/him in this so I can keep the apprentice gender-neutral]

Asra held the hand of his dear apprentice, looking lovingly in their direction as they looked to the sky. "Asra?" He hummed in response, "if an eternity were to exist, what would you do?"

He couldn't help but raise his brow to such an unusual question, "why such the odd question? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yes, everythings fine! I'm just curious thats all." They turned to him with a reassuring smile that seemed to shine under the moonlight. The two sat for a while both pondering, "If I had an eternity, I would spend it with the ones I love. As Well I want to help people!" Asra could only chuckle their naiveté.

"You have always been one with a noble heart. I admire such about you." His face morphed to a mischievous grin. The apprentice blushed but looked away, smiling sheepishly. Asra, on the inside was smiling like a dork. As much as he wants to deny such feeling for them, it was extremely difficult. In his head, the answer to their question was there. The answer actually is sitting right beside him. He opened his mouth but words wouldn't come out.

"Asra is something wrong?" They clentched his hand slightly tighter, showing their concern. Asra just sat there, relaxing himself after seemingly panicking during his statement. "Its not like you to freeze like that, whats the matter?"

"Nothing bad, just stumbled upon my words."

"To answer my question?" Asra looked to the sky as the apprentice stared, "you look so worried." He seemed taken back at that statement. He was unaware that his expression had changed at all.

"Its just my answer may seem a bit," he paused for a moment rubbing his chin "how do I say this? Selfish, maybe." Asras eyes widen as he hears them laugh.

"The great magician Asra Alnazar being selfish! What a rare occasion, I can only wonder what it might be.~" The apprentice nudged him playfully, continuing to giggle like a child. Asra laughed awkwardly, unsure to pursue. Just the thought of saying it terrified him. "Come on now! You have to say it!" They gripped onto his arm, their eyes full of childlike wonder. Asra sighed, metaphorically pinned by them. 'Better now then never..' He thought to himself.

"Well, if I had an eternity... Id like to spend it with one person." Asra glaced over to see the apprentice with a smirk.

"Who?" The apprentice pressed on, "maybe I can help! Is it Muriel!" Asra could only laugh at how clueless they were. "You are gonna tell me right?" They pouted.

"My lord I thought you'd know by now," Asra wiped the stray tear hanging off his eyes. The apprentice looked confused. As if on cue thurder can be heard in the back ground, not soon after rain started to fall. "Well then, how unexpected. We should head back to the shop."

"But asra-" he put his finger upon their lips.

"We wouldnt want you getting sick, would we?" They nodded, Asra smiled as he took their hand. They never spoke about that question again.

Months pass and its a a cold gloomy day. Word around Versuvia is there is a sickness spreading around. Asra has no good feeling about it. "We should leave... Somewhere safer..." The apprentice turns around furiously.

"Are you serious! And leave all these people to die without helping!" They walked over to asra with fire in their eyes.

"Yes! It will be safe and we wont get caught in the plague!" Asra tried to stay calm. Clenching his fist.

"Asra! Magicians like us are needed in a time like this! I cant just leave and hear rumors of people dying here! If there a chance i can help, I will take it!!" Asra gritted his teeth, indeed he knew it was what they were going to say.

"Damn your heart of gold! You know you could die out there!" He raised his voice.

"And I am more then willing to die trying to help those in need!" They raised their voice, "if you want to leave so badly just leave alone!"

The words they said felt like knifes, prying right into his heart. Part of him wanted to stay with them, yet anger overflew through his body. His expression was cold, "gladly." His voice was bitter, monotone. He walked to the back grabbing his coat, bag, and hat. Before reaching for the door. "Faust! Lets go."

Faust went out of hiding and slowly slithered to Asra. He leaned down for her to latch to his arm. "Is friend ok?" She asked, her head looks back.

"They'll be fine.." He closed the door to the shop and walks down the nearly empty brick road. Tears rushed down his face, yet never looked back. As he reached the forest he stopped in his tracks and punched the nearest tree multiple time. Blood seeped from his hand, yet he didnt care.

"Hurt! Stop!" The small voice of his familiar as she peaked from his scarf.

"Its okay Faust, I can heal them." Asra smiled slightly as he continued walking past the forest, into the horizon.

For months, asra yearned to return. Yet he didn't, his fear of heading back stopped him. He missed the apprentice ever so dearly. Word had flew that they were working alongside doctor Julian Devorak as their assistant. He didnt know much about the doctor himself.

"See friend?" Faust tiny voice rang to Asras ear. He looked up to see Faust had wake from her nap. "Friend!" Her voice sounded panicked.

"Whats wrong Faust? Bad dream?" Asra gave faust a small part on her head.

"Friend, hurting! Hurt!" Asra raised his brow and concentrated. Feeling the magic energy of his friends. Muriel seemed fine, which wasnt a surprise. Yet his eyes widen when he could barely sense a particular energy. Seeming it was like it was going down by the minute.

"No! No no no no!" Rushing he grabbing his things, then dashing out the door. He could travel so fast. Its when he reached Versuvia he couldnt find them. He asked some familar faces, only one knew.

"They were taken to a camp.. With people gravely ill with the plague." Asras eyes widen, he couldnt believe it. He stumbled upon his word as he asked where. "Lazeret.. The island off the coast." Asra waved as he rushed to the dock. He hitched a empty boat and eagerly made his way to the island.

As he coasted and hoped out, he can already feel off of the black shored beach. He walked around, wondering where to look. Chills went up his spine as he felt a jolt of energy beneath his feet. Placing his hand against the ground tears rushed to his face. "No! It cant be!" He frantically dug into the ground, breaking out in fits of coughs as new plumes of smog fill the air. His hands bleed, his finger swollen, yet he held one thing. Screams of despair rang though to the dark sky. The longing sobs of a lost lover, crying into their burnt ash and bones. In his head rang one word 'eternity' as his brain got back in order a 'eternity' turned into 'if only we had an eternity'

'If we only had-' he suddenly dropped the ashes, standing up. Facing the ground, he looked to the boat.

"We WILL have our eternity"

[sunflwrsjustdied]

Chapter 2 - The Phone Call.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Disclaimer: I did not write this story as a way to fetishize children having children. It is not about that. I wrote this story because I wondered what it would be like if Harry had a son, who also became a celebrity during Harry’s career. In order for the age of Harry’s sons to fit the career timeline I had to lower the age of Harry. I do not believe that children having children is a good thing nor do I try to fetishize it. I understand that this topic may be disturbing or disgusting to some people. If you do not like the idea of this story, then you don’t need to read it.

[Harry Styles sitting next to Ben Andrews (Lux’s cousin]

October.28.2012 London, England

•Harry• "Hello, Benjamin." Noah greeted Lux's cousin, Ben looked up shyly before mumbling a hi and then looking down.

"You're quite intimidating." I chuckled, seeing he made Ben, who was talking to everyone go quiet. He had the same effect on the hostess.

"Good." He mumbled, sitting down in the seat, he loved that feeling. No one wanting to talk to him out fear. Just a 9-year-old boy who made everyone terrified and thrived off of it.

I never understood why, but there were many people who got highly intimidated of him. For years people told me that 'the way he stands screams danger'.

He's been like this ever since primary school, daycare even. A real tough guy that got every girl attracted to him, even if they were just 4-years-old.

His first fight was at 2-years-old, it started off as a yelling match, until Noah threw punches at the boy who was a year older then him, all over a simple wooden block. The fight result in Noah getting a "red card" from his disturbed daycare teacher and a 3-year-old with a bloody lip.

If someone were to come between him and his persona, something so powerful will arise in him. He'll curse at them, throw things, anything to show them who they've messed with.

That made Noah who he was.

It showed how much he needed to like and trust you in order for vulnerability to show. Some people called him mysterious after this trait.

What a great combination, mysterious and dangerous. Described the 142 centimeter boy perfectly.

I never encouraged, nor discouraged his hunger for being persuaded that way. But it was never an act either, it was truly how Noah was, he's always been like that and he always will be.

I may not understand other peoples perspectives of him, but I could see where they were coming from in a way.

He was the most stereotypical boy you could ever meet. He looks at every girl, he runs around without a shirt on, he swears, he fights, he played every sport he could think of when he was younger. His most favourite sport of all time being baseball, followed by ice hockey. And he played both from when he was a toddler until he was 7. Anything boys "typically did" he did it all because it was the way of his personality.

Noah took a seat in-between Tom and I, he rested his elbow on the table and ran his hand throw his hair, I noticed his eyes would glance over at Ben with almost a look of jealousy in his eyes.

Oh.

Ben was sitting to the left of me. Ever since Noah was a baby, he always sat to the left of me at restaurants. Everyone in our family knew it and consciously never sat there, but a 4-year-old boy wouldn't know that.

"Noah!" Lux giggled, pointing to him trying to get out of Lou's lap, Lou gave Noah a look asking if she could go to him. Noah nodded and Lux ran over to him.

"Hello Luxie," Noah smiled lifting her into his lap.

Everyone talked waiting for the waitress.

She came eventually, but when she got to Noah, she stuttered, almost taken aback. "Wow, you're eyes are so blue. Oh God, I'm sorry. I've just never seen that before, " she said mesmerized.

"Thanks," Noah stared directly into her eyes, on purpose. "Sorry, um what can I get you?" "Fish and chips please."

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"Dad, hide me please," Noah whispered, panic in his voice. "What, Why?" Harry frowned confused by his sons actions, "That waitress, I know her, now hide me! Don't draw attention."

"Who, her?" Tom nodded to the woman who was walking over to the table, specifically right behind Noah's chair.

Noah nodded, sinking in his chair and cover the side of his face.

"Hello, Noah." She smiled, her British accent was thick, "How's it going?"

"It's going great," Noah swallowed hard, his knee starting to bounce up and down.

"My daughter's still waiting on that call from you," She said, "And I'm still waiting for my phone to get fixed Lucy," Noah said with gritted teeth.

"It's been almost 2 months, how long can it take?" Lucy raised her eyebrow.

"As long as it needs to be fixed again." Noah replied, jaw clentched.

"Here's her number again, just in case you forget it," She immediately took out her pen and pad, writing on it fast, and handing it to him.

"Never- never in my life have I seen someone try to get their daughter to date someone so bad," Noah grunted, taking the paper and shook his head,

"Some parents want what's best for their children Noah, and I see that your are. Or to you, I'm a bad mother for that right?" Lucy frowned at Noah, trying to make him feel bad.

"We're nine- That's not even- I don't even remember her name Lucy." Noah sighed trying to argue but giving up, "It's Sabrina, Sabrina McCullen." Lucy smiled knowing she was breaking Noah to say yes.

"Just give my daughter a chance, she's a model too, maybe that'll somewhat change your mind." Noah's eyes did perk up hearing the information, "I told you, when the phones fixed," he smiled fake and widely, "Now have a nice day."

"We'll be waiting," Lucy walked off, and that's when Noah groaned, slouching down in his seat, about to crumple the paper.

"Keep it son, you'll need it." Noah looked up to his father with discomfort in his eyes, before putting it in his pocket.

"Who was that?" Tom asked, "I met her here a few months ago and a few times after that, she wouldn't shut up about how her daughter was my age and that we should date."

"She gave me her daughters number, so I told her my phone was broken and when it got fixed then I'd give her call."

"But Noah, your phone works perfectly, why haven't you?" Harry questioned, earning a glare from Noah, "Not what she thinks is it? If she knew that, she would probably try to get mine and I don't want that."

"Just call her, you never know," Harry suggested, "Yeah, if she's anything like her mother, I'll know for sure," Noah shook his head sighing.

"I'm surprised, I've never known my son to give up a chance with a girl," Harry chuckled, "Well almost every girl I don't meet through her annoying mother."

"Wait, are you saying, Noah is scared of someone? The Noah Styles, scared of someone?" Lou said in a some what genuinely shocked voice, earning an eye roll from Noah.

"No, I'm not scared of her, it's called avoiding someone you don't have an interest in someone."

A phone then started to ring at the table, "Oh Noah, it can't be yours. Yours is broken." Lucy said walking with the drinks our table ordered prior to our last order, along with another waitress.

Noah took in a deep breathe through his nose and let it out the same way, a look of annoyance on his features as he looked at a smirking Tom.

"I'm sorry, I need to take this." John apologized, looking at his phone and excusing himself and walking away from the table.

"You see what I mean," Noah said through gritted teeth, after she left, "Imagine having to see and hear that every time you visit your girlfriend."

"God I can hear it now. 'I'm the one who put you two together'. Probably trying to use my modelling career to make her daughter famous." Noah

"Then if you're not scared why don't you tell her that? Say you're not interested." Tom asked, intrigued, "Because I'm not that much of an asshole." Noah responded bluntly, "Hey, watch it," Harry scolded, knowing there was a much younger child sitting next to me and he nodded to him.

You'd think Harry would scold his son for swearing in general but boy did he give up on that a long time ago.

"It's fine, Harry," Dean, Lux's uncle and Ben's father laughed, "He's heard worse."

"But Noah, give her a chance, so what? Like you said you're just nine. It's not it will be long term and you're going to get married next week." Dean said, "Well to Lucy is it!" Noah grunted, "Aw, come on Noah. You never know," I smirked, "I'll think about it." Noah mumbled.

"Now can we please take about something else? God knows she listening or spiked my drink." Noah groaned, "Yes," Tom said and began talking to him about football.

•Harry• I saw John walk towards my chair, "Harry, I need to talk to you," John said quietly into my ear, I nodded "Sure," and followed him to the foyer.

"That was a call from a director, it was for Noah." He said to me, his demeanour serious.

I nodded, listening. "The director wants to meet him, and maybe cast him for a lead role. This is very important for Noah and his career," He explained. "But we both don't want to schedule a meeting unless you, Rose, or both of you give permission for it to happen."

"So Harry, would he be allowed to go to the audition?" He asked, "Well of course," I told him, without hesitation, "If it's something he'll want to do." Who I was kidding, Noah loved acting, and his first lead role in a movie would be amazing.

"Schedule it right now." I told him

"They said we could pick the date, but within now or next month. No later." "Where?" "New York." "Ok, ask if they're available for November 12."

"We'll be there around that time, and then we're leaving the next day. That's a good time to do it." John nodded and began to call the director back, telling him the details as well as listening to the directors.

After saying goodbye, he hung up the phone, "It's settled then. New York City, November 12. I'll talk to Noah later."

We both walked back to the table.

• • •

Dinner was finished, everyone was either talking or on their phones. Noah chose to be on his phone, what a mistake that was.

Lucy walked by the table, "So Noah," Noah jumped in his seat, startled by her sudden presence behind him, "Guess you got that phone fixed?" Noah swore he could just scream and yell at her, he was about to, so close to, until-

"It's actually my phone," Tom looked at her, grabbing the white iPhone 4S from Noah's hand, Lucy huffed and walked away.

"Oh my God, thank you. I was close to strangling her,"

• • •

It was late. Harry and Noah had just got home.

Noah was in room, emptying his pants pockets, and pulled out the stupid piece of paper. throwing it on the bed.

After brushing his teeth, Noah sat on his bed, picking up his phone and the paper. He sighed, looking in-between both objects. Fighting himself if he should just call her or not. Noah sighed going into his contacts and putting her name and number into his phone.

"Maybe one day," he mumbled tossing the note into his nightstand drawer.