#the job i'm having a second interview with said they want to move quickly. if i get this job it'll be within the next 2 weeks

[wickedhawtwexler]

things are picking up in my job search hell yeahhh

[anadiasmount]

along with you - jude bellingham x reader.

GIF by anchyxsblog

quick sum: when giving him a taste of his own medicine, doesn't work out the way you planned... frustrated with your sudden change, jude is faced with his biggest fear, when all he wants is to be along with you.

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hiii!! seems like the theme on here is angst to fluff, so here’s a fic!! also my lovely @judethluvr has wrote a fic similar to this so please check it out here! like always, hope you enjoy! 🤍

“you’re stressing me out jude! please all i'm asking is five minutes in peace!” you yelled, covering your head and walking away from an agitated jude. “y/n you started this? what are you talking about? all i’m asking is why you did come to today's game?” jude followed behind, talking with his hands.

“why would i jude? it’s not like you even wanted me there,” you laugh sarcastically, crossing your arms and facing a confused jude. “i heard what you said in your stupid interview yesterday and today. i’m not going to a place i’m not wanted or invited!” you stressed, feeling tears wanting to run down you’re cheeks.

it had been a rough start for you, not for jude. top goal scorer in the league, back to back man of the matches, top of the group table in the UCL. he had no trouble quickly adapting to a new city and country. while you had it different, the language barrier, your new school, and job, friends. you had no one here besides jude.

it was easier in germany where you could easily travel to him by train or plane. it was closer to england, and your home. where your family and friends were. you could spend the weekend there and come back for school and work. when jude asked you to move with you were estatic, more than grateful to have a partner like him who respects and values you always.

madrid was interesting start. the move was easy and finding the home was better. spending constant nights on the single couch and eating takeout because his and yours stuff from germany had been delayed. when jude became the new sensation, you didn’t expect the constant stalking, digging into your private life, crowds everywhere you went together even if you had tried to hide from them.

you could never get used to it, and it was becoming difficult when jude started to feed into that attention. spending more nights out with his team than at here with you. he constantly forgot about events you had, when you never forgot any of his. always there when he asked and said. you just wanted jude here. your jude.

“what are you in about? what did i even say?”jude tries to defend him, coping your movements by crossing his arms. “you know exactly what you said. i refuse to be treated like a plate for a second table. if you think i can’t be enough for you tell ME not the whole world?” you say, looking at the floor.

“all i want is for you to start being there for me. i missed one game jude, one game. you missed so many of my events since we moved here because you’re so focused on what’s ahead instead of what’s and who’s around you, living life in the moment. i’m tired, i’m tired of you acting selfish.”

you had said it. you always spoke your truth. if they wanted to listen, you’d speak until you felt the need to stop. you were humble and honest, which jude loved. but right now he felt his head would explode from anger and disappointment in himself. his chest tighten at how your words stung and told him to face reality.

“i’m being selfish? it’s my job y/n! i have to think of what’s my future, how i can better in myself and help my teams! just because i missed your events doesn’t mean you should do the same!,” jude stunned you, looking at him with wide eyes. sadness disappearing and now fury filling your veins.

“you see what i mean! this! this whole new persona and attitude! this wasn’t the jude from a year ago who always cared for those around him. this jude is to stuck, sticking his head in the wrong places. afraid to make any mistakes, because oh god forbid he can’t make them,” you say, voice laced with venom as you’d told up straighter.

“what am i supposed to do y/n? you hardly go out anymore, you’re always here or at work or uni. moaning and always tired, getting to our home late. what about the times i need you here? here with me to spend time with each other? to be there for you along with you?”

jude had finally caught up to the taste of his own medicine. it took him nearly three months to realize what you were doing. he did the same, so why couldn’t you? make him feel what you felt. what he was putting you through.

“excuse my language, but that’s bullshit. i’m always here, you just don’t care enough anymore to see that. i’m done with you testing my patience and limit, jude. if you can see or at least acknowledge where i’m coming from then we should think of our future. since your so good at that these days,” you say shakily, becoming afraid of what his next words would be.

jude saw you. you were standing here begging him, at your most vulnerable and sensitive state. your eyes pleading him to understand. you rarely got like this, and when you did, it absolutely drained you. your muscles felt lose, throat sore, eyes puffy, and head hard at steel. you hated fighting, or even have the smallest arguments, but if they didn’t happen, it wasn’t a healthy relationship.

“maybe i will y/n…” jude said angrily. he felt angrier at himself than the situation. you knew you had your reasons to not go and that was fine. he didn’t expect you to attend always but he needed and wanted you there yesterday. it was hurting him but he knew you were just telling him the truth. the truth that needed to be said the moment he started to change.

“if you feel like that jude, i won’t waste your time any longer. just say the words jude,” you test him, tears falling down your cheeks as you approached him pointing to the floor with your index finger as you spoke. jude tensed, clenching his jaw and swallowed heavily.

you took his silence as an answer, shaking your head as you began to cry and go upstairs. you felt torn and confused at where you two laid. it wasn’t easy. making a choice like that, let alone saying it out loud. your eyes felt red and dry, cheek having stains if your makeup and tears, heart dwelling to make things right even though it shouldn’t be you.

your heart was beating faster, and it didn’t stop the entire evening as you got ready for bed. we’re you really prepared to let him go just like that? just because of miscommunication and wanting to be petty? just because you were asking from his part when you did yours? it wasn’t fair, he was never like that before. he didn’t make you question your every move or word nowadays.

you attempted to fall asleep next to him, but you just couldn’t. your head raced at every interaction and touch with him. tears continued to fall from your eyes as you stared at his back facing you. why did he feel like a stranger all of a sudden? someone you couldn’t read anymore? someone who felt distant and cold? he was your boyfriend!

you couldn't stand it anymore... the distance, the argument, the pain, the confusion. you quickly grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed downstairs to the guest bedroom. you were careful with your movemntst and noise not wanting to wake up jude who desrved his sleep. he overworked himself, and the last thin you wanted was to wake him and him be angry at you again.

once settled in, you tucked yourself into the sheets. you went into a fetal position, tears continuing to fall down your face and landing on the pillow softly. when they rolled down slowly, they tickled your skin. you were super sensitive and when you cried, you cried like your life depended on it. you didn't even feel yourself fall asleep, eyes slowly closing and went complete dark.

jude was still puzzled and disappointed in himself. he sat on the kitchen island left wondering why the hell he isnt fighting for you and make you feel wanted, to fix and do what you were asking for. jude knew you were having trouble adapting here, but he was wrong for thinking you'd get over it. you were right, he was thinking of himself and him only.

he can't even remember the last time doing something for you when you asked. you always agreed with no hesitation, no matter how tired or unsure you were, you were there always. why couldn't he do the same for you? why did he let himself be this naive and selfish and think about him only?

the future he had in his head was getting married, having kids, owning a couple of pets, and traveling to give you the world. jude knew he wanted and needed you here in Madrid, he thought it would be best for both of you, a new chapter, which is why he asked you. you left a whole country, friends and family, your old life for him. and here he was acting ungrateful over a stupid game you didn't attend?

the images of you crying and looking lost at him triggered and were marked in his head. the way you slowly let out a breath of disbelief at his silence before rushing upstairs to lock yourself into the room, jude should've given you the space when you asked but he was eager to know and wanted to listen to how you felt, he should've never pushed or made assumptions about you.

jude couldn't sleep either, overthinking how the situation went. his body was drained from the game and how even he let out a few tears when he was left alone. how he had given the impression he had given up. he blinked rapidly, biting his lip anxiously at how he should approach you or apologize.

"y/n?" jude turned over, panic running up his body as he propped himself up at the sight of an empty bed, sheets ruffled and no pilllow there. he ran into the bathroom, then down the library you use to study, all empty. he walked downstairs figuring you may have gotten a glass of water. but nothing was there. he looked in the final place which was the guest room.

he knocked on the door, met with silence. "y/n? my love are you in there?" he knocked again, a bone inside him telling him you were there just choosing to avoid him. "please y/n..." jude landed his forehead on the wooden door, facing the fact whether to go in or go to sleep. he picked the first option, immediately nervous at the sight of you laying on your side.

you had woken up, your throat felt dry and your eyes even drier than before. you felt the bed sink in, jude lying close to you as you faced the window, eyes following the trace of lights outside caused by the moon. you yawned, closing your eyes and trying to focus on what he would say.

"i know i don't deserve it, but you know i can't sleep when you're not next to me..."

"i'm so stupid y/n... you were right. all along i've thought about myself and stuck my head in place it should've never been. all because i have this fear if i don't do what they say, i will fail. when in the ned i failed you, my sweetest y/n..." jude said softly, mimicking your moves and laying on his side where his chest made contact with your back.

"i should be able to make those mistakes and learn from it, it's a part of being human. one mistake can't define my whole career and life. you and i know i'm better than that. which is why i won't make the mistake of pushing you away when i know i should fight for us." jude kissed your bare shoulder. you could feel your chin tremble and your chest hot as tears threatened to fall again.

"i can't make the mistake of giving up on someone who moved a whole new city for me. make the mistake of walking away from the person who will drop what they're doing just to hold or talk to me. make the biggest mistake of leaving the person i can call home and be safe in. i can't and i refuse to let you go when you belong along with me..." jude cried, his words coming out shakily as he cried as well.

"i'm so sorry y/n. you didn't deserve anything in what i put you through... for how i made you feel? for how i treated you? not anything that was caused by my idiocy. i should've have listened to you, cared for you, maybe even helped you to try and find a solution," jude continued to let out, stopping every now and then to peck your shoulder and neck. showering you with the love and touch you craved.

you hadn't moved, your tears silently killing you from the inside and out as you heard his pleas and cries. your inside burned and you almost felt suffocated at the world for how they threw things at you when you least expected it. "whatever it takes, i will make it up to you. be there for you like you always have been for me. to love and care for like i promised to you that day."

you turned over slowly, meeting jude's brown eyes bloodshot red. you brought your hand to wipe his tears away, kissing the tip of his nose, watching how his eyes fluttered in a relaxed manner. you hugged him, your head finding home in the nape of his neck as you cried. "just hold me, please jude..."

and he did just that, nails raking against your bare back and hand smoothly running up and down your spine as he held you close, afraid to let go. jude knew it was a start and it would take a while for you to fully accept his apology. but he was willing to take anything you wanted or asked for.

"i'm glad you're prepared and know what you want because to me that means security and trust. that i know were on the same page and i won't be afraid of telling you what i want. just please jude, don't ever push me away like you did just to satisfy yourself and others around you..." you demanded, your forehead resting against his.

"i promise princess. you have my word."

your lips were centimeters apart, and with a final push, you closed the distance. jude hummed in delight as you kissed him with pure love and urgency. not pulling away until you giggled and pushed back. "now let's go to sleep, but in our bed, because staying in here is starting to freak me out..." you say laughing. jude picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked out into the stairs.

"couldn't agree more. let's go to our bed, where i can finally sleep peacefully knowing we're okay..."

[6okuto]

HOW FANS FIND OUT YOU’RE DATING: SAKUSA VER.

gn!reader | timeskip!sakusa

sakusa wanted to marry you. he had said as much drunk and clinging to you, and while sober, falling asleep to your voice and fingers running through his hair. but he knew he’d have to wait, be careful with what could happen if word got out msby’s sakusa kiyoomi had a significant other.

but even kiyoomi couldn’t help himself from getting rings. promise rings, he emphasized to you.

he handed the carefully wrapped box to you, tense, only able to hope you'd like them but ready to return them at your word. you looked up after opening the gift, and his heart skipped a beat. “kiyo—”

“it’s a promise ring,” he said quickly and softly. “they’re just promise rings. don’t worry. i just…” he reached into his pocket to take out his own. his ears embarrassingly hot as he tried to explain, “i wanted us to have them.”

“...unless you don’t like them, or this is still a little–”

“‘omi.” he froze at your voice, and you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you to his chest. “it's perfect. thank you.”

and he’s careful. so, so careful to keep his safe and always on him, even if it's hidden in a pocket somewhere, only out so he can kiss it before each game. and that’s why it's a shock, especially to him, when a reporter comments on it during a press interview.

“sakusa, would that happen to be a ring on your finger there?”

that's all it takes for kiyoomi’s mind to blank. he had fiddled with it while on a call with you, what? 10, 15 minutes ago? and apparently the voices of his teammates caught him so off guard that he forgot to put it away before being called over.

kiyoomi wasn't stupid—the opposite, really. with everyone's eyes on him, he knew there was no believable way out of this. his eyes flicker down to where the band of metal sat and stared back, as if taunting him for his mistake, and all he can say is “yes.”

a grimace pulls at his lips when the camera flashes seem to get brighter at the word, and he can feel the stares of his team and management unintentionally burning holes into him. the reporter moves a little closer. “does that mean—”

“no, i’m not married, or engaged.”

“ah,” she replies, shifting a little in her seat again. her confusion was evident, and she hesitates in confirming, “so it’s just a ring, then?”

“no.”

“i–i’m sorry?”

“it’s a promise ring," kiyoomi explains. and he sees the reporter is about to speak again, but he's quicker. “yes, i'm in a relationship. but that’s all i have to say about it today, thank you.”

so the interview carries on with his announcement in the air, and he can feel an oncoming headache when he overhears the trending headlines and hashtags after they're done. "sakusa kiyoomi confirms he's in a relationship!", "how long has sakusa been dating somebody? is he secretly married?", and apparently threads of images where fans tried to collect evidence for and against it all.

it's too much, and his mind's muddled and reeling by the time he gets home. he doesn't know what to do or what to say next; the only thing kiyoomi knows for certain is that he has to find you. so he takes off his shoes and jacket, padding up to your shared bedroom. slowly, he opens the door to see you in bed on your phone, and he wonders if you're reading the news.

“hey,” you greet him quietly.

“hi.” he breathes. opening your arms, you gesture for him to join you under the covers and he complies easily. he makes his way into your arms, face burying into the crook of your neck. there's a few seconds where neither of you speak until he finally mumbles, “i’m sorry.”

and he knows you know what he’s apologizing for. kiyoomi also knows you won’t be upset, he just thinks you should be; he had one job outside of volleyball, and it was to keep you safe. but your voice remains gentle as you begin to rub circles on his back, “why are you apologizing? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“tell that to everyone else.”

“well, they all love me so i’m sure i could pull some strings for you. y’know, keep you out of trouble.”

he huffs, “you say that as if it isn’t accurate.” you feel him frown against your skin and a laugh escapes you. hearing the sound, kiyoomi can't stop himself from smiling despite the nerves in his stomach.

he licks his lips and using his thumb, spins the promise ring on his hand before asking you, “you know i won’t tell them anything else, right? unless you wanted to?”

“yeah, of course i do. never worried about that.”

“we’ll have a meeting this week to figure out what to do, or say, or whatever. i’ll—”

“the only thing you’ll be doing right now is resting,” you cut him off. he moves to look up at you and opens his mouth to speak, stopping himself when you run your thumb against the nape of his neck. “you’ve had a long enough day, ‘omi. leave that for tomorrow.”

“but—”

“nope, sleep time. i better hear you snoring.”

he frowns. “i don’t snore.”

“oh really? you’re gonna say that to me?” a smile dances on your lips and kiyoomi scoffs, a smile already on his own, before nudging your cheek with his finger, and you feel the cool metal of his promise against your skin.

“but seriously, we can figure it all out later. and if this is how everyone finds out then, you know. it won't change anything, maybe just the amount of fan edits i get to watch,” you joke lightly.

kiyoomi blinks, both at the news of you watching fan edits and the implication of your words. “you think i'll lose fans?”

“what? oh, no, are you kidding? i think you'll gain a lot. 'hot, brooding volleyball player sakusa kiyoomi is actually a sweetheart who loves having his hair played with—” you let out a yelp as the aforementioned volleyball player suddenly pulls the blanket over your head. the both of you laugh as you take it off and pretend to be offended.

kiyoomi's gaze softens at your reaction, and instead of apologizing he says easily, “i love you.”

the words catch you off guard, but after a second you reply just the same, “i love you too.” and kiyoomi's heart aches at it—the way you comfort and love him so effortlessly. but it's soothed by the sensation of your own ring against his face as you hold his cheek, and the reminder that no matter what happens next, his reputation be damned, you'll both be alright.

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[babybluebex]

i keep thinking about falling for co-star Dom…becoming more and more affectionate on/off set, spending all of your time off together…and yet you both walk around telling everyone “we are just besties lmao” because you’re both oblivious as hell

no bc i really love this idea, like being his co-star in the next movie he makes after holdovers and he has a lingering anxiety, wondering if holdovers was a fluke and he isn't actually good at his job, and then he meets you at the table read for the film and he's head over heels instantly, your smile and laugh are infectious, you've done your studying for the film and your part, a pro in every sense of the word (also helps that he thinks you're stunningly gorgeous, even in your fresh-off-the-plane sweats and cap at the table read)

your characters play a married couple, and he sees the headlines criticizing the casting decision of him at 21 and people saying he doesn't look old enough to be married and that makes the anxiety and doubt creep in even more, but he has to put it aside, and you make it easy for him to ease up

filming your scenes together, and your director is very free and easy, she lets you and dom sorta feel your own way through scenes and how your characters would act, and she's very open with "if you feel like you'd say/do something a different way, go for it" and you notice that dom seems to be doing the classic actor move of Making A Choice where he's always looking at you? but eh whatever your characters are married and he's leaning into the "good husband" trope

but you're always giggling together and cracking jokes on set, and after you wrap for the day, you will both go back to dom's trailer and accidentally cosplay as a couple, you'll cook dinner together and watch movies and more often than not, you'll fall asleep on his couch, and it happens so often that crew quickly figures out to go to dom's trailer to get you for hair/makeup

the end of filming is getting close, and you have to start doing lil interviews for promotion and for digital release as "special features", and you're asked about working with dom and you're complimentary "oh he's so good at what he does, he knows what he wants to do, very secure in his character, and other than that, dom's just a good guy, it's super easy to like him and to be pretend to be in love with him" and you later ask what dom said about you and he seems avoidant a little? "oh yknow, just that you're a good actor and a cool person and good friend" like oh! ok! cool!

once you wrap, you're immediately onto another project, and you and dom sorta lose touch, it's not planned, you just both get busy, but you reunite for the press tour and it's like no time has passed, you're back laughing and cracking jokes together, best friends forever, and dom starts being very?? outright flirty?? it used to be more lowkey but the press tour is like he's turning it to 11, he'll fix your hair for you if it's falling over your shoulder weird and mumble "beautiful as ever", and like will say something "our director was really good, she believed in us and gave us flexibility in our characters... right, baby?" and looks at you and you're like "oh! i'm baby!" and he laughs "f'course you are, you thought i was talking to someone else?"

and it becomes A Thing of how you two are flirting and everyone thinks you're definitely dating, especially when you roll up to a film festival and have a dress malfunction, your zipper breaks while you're actively on the carpet in front of the cameras, and dom doesn't hesitate for a second before he's taking off his suit jacket (blatantly violating the dress code of the film festival in the process) and putting it on you to help hide the gaping zipper in the back, and eh whatever it's a beachfront venue and it's cold and windy, you'll take his jacket

and everything comes to a head when, at the film festival, dom is once again asked how it was to work with you, and he basically rattles off andrew garfield's "she was a shot of espresso, being bathed in sunlight" speech, and you can't hold it back anymore, you HAVE to talk to him, and you do, it's terrible timing because you're minutes from going on the panel for your film but you need answers NOW, and you ask "why would you say that stuff about me?" and he's confused "didn't you... i thought you'd like it?"

"i do! but people think we're dating, and that didn't help!"

"jesus, i'm really sorry... i was just— i thought you'd understand by now, but i guess—"

"understand what??" and you're like oh crap. oh CRAP!!!

"i think i've loved you since the first day i met you" he says "but you never— and it's nothing you did wrong, it's ok that you don't feel the same way— you never said anything back so i just assumed you didn't understand so i kept putting it on thicker so you'd get it, but... i see it now, i'm sorry, i-i'll stop"

"i... dominic, i'm so sorry... but i really am just so fucking dumb, i thought you were just being a good friend and that i was reading too far into it... but i really like you. a lot. i like when you call me baby and help me with my outfit, and when you take pictures of me on your little kodak and when you let me have the last bite of your dinner, and i love how your eyes get all big and glassy when you look at me, like you're trying so hard to let me see myself as you see me... i know it's so much to ask, but—"

and he reads your mind and draws you into his body, and he kisses you like he needs to breathe, his hands firm on your waist as you card through his perfect curls, and you both get lost in it, for a moment the world is only you and him, but that ends quickly when you're being told that you have a minute before the panel starts, and you sorta laugh when you see dom's mouth tinted and streaked by your lipstick, and there's no time to fix that, so you smooth down his hair as best as possible and watch blush fill his entire face and neck and ears, and you sit next to each other at the panel, fingers locked together, grinning at each other like lovesick fools

becaue you are. and always have been. <3

[norris-lando]

you made me feel as though i was enough

Lando Norris x reader

warnings: slight angst

author’s note: This is sooo short, I'm sorry :( I just didn't wanna make it feel like it was dragged on forcefully. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 674

summary: in which Lando had a bad day and reader is trying to comfort him

This was requested by @navia3000 (original request can be found here)

It had been a rough day. It was rough for Lando who was driving and it was rough for you to watch from the sidelines. The sprint hadn't gone to plan and the GP was no better. To be honest, the whole weekend was one big shitshow. For everyone.

The post race interviews were hard to watch. You knew the interviewer's were just doing their jobs but it pained you to see Lando up there, so broken by the questions. You wanted to run up there and pull Lando into your arms and to hold him and never let go.

You were fidgeting, your legs bouncing whenever you sat down. But when that felt too hard, you paced around the room as you waited for Lando. You were sure you were going to burn a hole on the ground with the way you were going. But you didn't care. All you cared about was seeing Lando and hoping there was a way to make him feel better.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to Lando's driver's room opened. Lando stood there, a look of defeat on his face. There droplets of what seemed to sweat dripping down his features. He held his gaze on you for a moment before he let it hang low, falling to the ground.

You hadn't realised it yet but you had come to a sudden halt and now stood still in the middle of the room. The air felt thick and suffocating. You didn't know what to do or what to say.

Lando sighed. He walked in and closed the door after him.

"Oh, baby," you said, rushing over to him. You pulled in for a hug, holding him tightly. Your hands rubbed his back and you could feel Lando push his head deep into the crook of your neck.

Lando tried to say something but his words fell short, muffeled by the your clothes and skin. You could feel his lips moving and you could picture on your mind the sound coming out.

"I know, I know," you whispered. You never let go of him, only tightening your grip with each passing second.

Lando felt like he was suffocating and gently shifted and nudged at you. To show that, even though he appreciated the gesture, he was hoping for you to ease your hold onto him.

You did just that, when you finally realised, what Lando was attempting. And as you pulled away from him, you quickly said 'sorry' to show him it wasn't your intention to smother the poor man.

"It's okay," Lando said in return.

The way his words fell out, made it seem like he could have been referring to your tight gripped hug as well as the day in general. But you knew that this day, this weekend, wasn't 'okay'. None of it was. But that's the way it was. Only thing you could do now was be there for Lando. To support him. To show him that no matter what, he was always your number one.

You felt so bad for Lando. You hated seeing him like this - like everything was falling apart. You sighed and offered a small smile to him.

"You know I love you, right? No matter what. I will always love you so much," you told him. You held Lando's hands in yours, your thumbs going in circles against his skin.

Lando hummed and smiled back at you, "I love you, too, babe."

Suddenly a light bulb went on in your head.

"How about," you started with an excited sound in your voice, "once all this is done, we go do whatever you want?"

"We can go get ice cream and just stay in bed all day long," you trailed off when you saw a bright smile appear on Lando's face.

He pulled you in for a hug, a laugh escaping his lips. Lando gave you a small peck on your cheek before he whispered in your ear, "you always make me feel as though I'm enough."

[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: whats up my hot idiots, this is part 2 and I just need you to know that I'm going through a doubtful time writing this BUT I'M DOING IT ANYWAY so, here you go, hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

You didn't know why it felt like you were going for a job interview, but your stomach was aflutter with nerves. The sweaty palms, tense shoulders, twitchy eyelids type of nerves.

Why were you doing this again?

And why at Joe's house?

For Mark.

You had to actively remind yourself you were doing this for Mark. And for Poppy, too. You definitely could've chosen a more neutral spot for it though. Somewhere out. Not either one of your houses. But Joe'd very casually said he preferred not to be seen out as much, reminding you that you were dealing with an actual celebrity. Gross. But you'd been civil and said, of course. Of course I'll come meet you. At your house.

But on your way over, your mind felt out of your control when it started going over reasons and excuses to cancel on him. How nice did an evening alone on your sofa sound? Snacks, bit of Netflix, comfy outfit... that's the kind of night you wanted. Instead, without any excuse good enough to text Joe, your legs carried themselves over from the tube station to his street, to his house, up his front steps and then, even with your mind screaming to put your hand down, you rang the doorbell.

It took ages for you to finally see some movement through the little pane of frosted glass. Too long. A rude amount of time that made you consider turning around and leaving.

But then Joe opened the door with a tight smile that only worked the lower half of his face, and you kind of couldn't believe what you were looking at. Joe was wearing pressed trousers and a shirt with a tie. And there were actual shoes on his feet. Shoes! Shiny formal shoes, on his feet, in his own house? What the fuck was up with this man? Who was he keeping up appearances for? Just himself?

Fucking hell, you were in leggings. Old faded ones that were pilling around the crotch. What a way to start the evening entirely off-balanced.

Like you were expecting anything different, though.

"Hi," Joe narrowed his eyes for just a second to sell the smile, but it quickly fell.

"Hey," you had to try your very hardest not to frown at it, and managed to force a smile of your own.

"Come on in,"

Joe invited you in like you were about to have a business meeting. Cordial. Polite. Sort of friendly, but, tense. Always so distant and a little awkward, like you hadn't actually ever met before. But he lead you into his house, gestured towards the coat hanger that you passed as you followed him to the kitchen.

"How do you take your coffee?"

Joe almost sounded like he didn't want to make you any to begin with, but just said it because it was the polite thing to do. Like you were strangers just meeting for the first time.

"Oh, no thanks, if I have coffee now I won't sleep later,"

And for a second you awkwardly hovered in the kitchen not really knowing what to do with your hands, and you looked around. Everything looked clean and shiny, everything all in its place. Like no one actually lived here.

"Tea, then?"

Joe'd already flicked the kettle on.

"Some water's fine,"

And he flicked it off again before he moved to retrieve a glass for you.

With forced familiarity you sat down at one of the stools by Joe's kitchen island. You didn't know if Joe had planned for you to sit down and talk anywhere else in his house - maybe he had a weird conference room up in a room somewhere, a massive office for you to have an actual work meeting - but you decided that acting casual, like hanging out with Joe at his house was normal, was the way to go about this.

Because you knew each other, didn't you? Had known of each other for years. This didn't have to be so odd. It definitely was odd, but you thought maybe if you pretended that it wasn't, perhaps it wouldn't be.

Like that time that the four of you had gone for dinner and the entire night you and Joe hadn't spoken directly to each other. The conversation had flowed just fine, you reacting to Mark and Poppy, Joe reacting to Mark and Poppy, the both of them reacting to the both of you... but you and Joe? You'd hardly made eye-contact at all, and you had felt so weird for it throughout that whole evening. When you said something about it to Mark after, he acted like you were insane, so you'd let it slide.

Or like that time when you'd ran into each other on the tube and both of you pretend not to have seen the other. You were just as guilty as he was, but, you know, if Joe had said hi, you definitely would've acted as if you'd just noticed him and would've said hi back. Would've smiled. Would've asked him where he was headed. But no. You'd seen each other and then both pretended you hadn't and why were the two of you like this?

It was exhausting.

"So," you took in a deep breath and nodded at Joe with your eyebrows raised high, gaze open. "Maid of honour," you gave a small nod.

"Best man," Joe replied and for a single second you thought you could see an actual sparkle of joy in his smile as he placed a glass of water down in front of you.

"You think you're ready for the job?" you asked as you opened the Pinterest app on your phone. Joe shrugged as he remained standing on the opposite side of the island. Kept his distance, literally. He seemed unbothered, like he thought everything would work itself out fine without much of his interference.

That wasn't how these things worked.

"What do you mean," you asked and copied his shrug, asking him to explain the air of nonchalance.

This was a big deal. Mark and Poppy were important people to you. There was no room to be nonchalant.

Joe looked at you a second before he let his eyes dance over the marble countertop and, fucking hell, it was so annoying how Joe would always take too long to think. He was always biting back his initial reaction, seemed to take a couple of seconds to go over what would be smart to say, and then would hardly say anything of value. Would hardly contribute to the actual conversation.

Wasn't communicating his job, essentially? Why was he so bad at it This man had real problems communicating with you, and for what? You were nice. Hadn't been anything but nice. Your unconfrontational nature had really been the sole reason you and Joe hadn't clashed yet, you thought.

You frowned slightly and decided to try something. See if you could skillfully let him know that this needed actual work to be put in.

"How long have you known Poppy, if you don't mind me asking?"

You knew they'd been friends from childhood, but you needed Joe to remind himself of the fact.

"Since we were about... I don't know, nine?"

"So you must know what she'd want for her bridal shower, then... and her hen do,"

You mentioned the bridal shower because you thought maybe Joe didn't even know that this was going to be something he was going to have to organise. Carefully dancing around what you actually wanted to say.

"Sure,"

That stupid little half shrug again.

"And you're going to go with her when she goes shopping for her dress?"

"Yea, why not?"

Joe unbottened a cuff and started slowly rolling up a sleeve and that shouldn't have been as distracting as it was. Joe had nice hands.

Big.

"What do you mean, why not? These are the things that a maid of honour does..."

You were about to giggle a little at the fact that you called him a maid again, but then Joe's fingers moved onto the other cuff. The other sleeve. Shit. You weren't going to admit to anyone, not even yourself, that this was doing something to you.

"Poppy's not... don't worry about it, Poppy's not into all the, I don't know, traditional things,"

"Hmm," you mused, "Risky thing to assume,"

"I don't assume, I know,"

With both forearms now on display, Joe reached a hand up to loosen his tie. What the fuck was he doing? Fully undressing himself in front of you?

"Yea, all right, sure," you kept your composure as you questioned Joe's claim and turned your gaze back to your phone screen which had now gone black. You picked it up for the face ID to let you back in.

"You don't know Poppy like I do," Joe said it like there were secrets he knew that you'd never find out about her, no matter how good your friendship with Poppy was. And you were sure he was right, but the arrogance was making your skin crawl.

"You're right, I don't, but I'm a woman, which in this case does really count for something,"

A little smirk appeared on Joe's face as he also got his phone out, and you hated it.

"Like you know the first thing when it comes to being a best man,"

"I do, actually,"

This little chit-chat was turning more hostile by the second.

"I'm sure you do,"

You'd gone into this evening already thinking about how much Joe wouldn't love hanging out with you, but he was really making sure you felt it radiate from his entire being, Jesus Christ.

"I do! Stag do, speech, get everyone into their right outfit and to the ceremony on time," You listed off on your fingers.

"That's it?" Joe's eyes flicked up from his phone to look at you.

"That's it. The best man really gets the better deal on this one, I'm afraid,"

"You forgot about the rings,"

Fuck.

You could practically smell Joe's ego swell. But when you looked, it seemed like he pretended that he didn't just embarrass the living daylight out of you.

And it was almost worse. Because taking the high road by not being a dick somehow made him seem more like one.

"... and, the rings," you added on a fourth finger, but the damage had been done. There was no saving yourself from this one.

"You know what you're doing for the stag do?"

"Yep. Nothing too overboard. Fancy meal, stupid pub crawl – easy going,"

Joe kept quiet for a second and scrolled through his phone a bit. You copied him, and then he asked, "You're just doing an evening?"

It felt like Joe was backing you into a corner.

"The girls and I are doing a full weekend,"

The girls?

"Oh man, just a few hours for the stag do," Joe clicked his tongue and hissed through his teeth. "And you're going to forget the rings too? I thought you and Mark were friends."

Oh, fuck him.

"Seems like being a best man really is a man's job after all,"

You tried so hard to not let anything show in your face. You took careful notice to really keep your face as plain as you could. No eyebrow movement. No jaw clenching. Joe didn't need to actually see that he got to you. But he did. A little. So, instead, you opted to just bolt. Get out of there. If this was how Joe was going to be, you didn't need to be around him.

You'd met up because Mark and Poppy deserved the best - you both agreed they deserved the best. You'd met up because you needed to find options for dates, so the hen do and stag do would happen simultaneously. You'd met up to discuss plans. Help each other out. You definitely could help Joe with a few things. And, sure, you'd listen to Joe if he had any tips for the stag do.

But you weren't going to listen to Joe talk to you like that. Let him test your limits. He hadn't reached them, not by a mile, but you refused to even let him try to get close.

You were adults and Joe could fucking act like one.

You swung your knees to the side and got up, swiping your phone from the counter and sticking it straight into your pocket as you started moving towards the door.

"No, come on," Joe released a nervous laugh and backtracked immediately.

"I'm sorry! I was joking that was a joke,"

You stopped right in the doorway, eyes looking down the hall where they fell on a framed picture of Joe and Poppy. Beautiful black and white photograph, you knew the photo well. Knew exactly where it was taken. What event they'd been at. What you'd been wearing. What Mark had been wearing. Because the photo was a cropped version of one of the four of you.

And it wasn't that you needed Joe to hang a picture of your face in his house. Of course, not. But to blow up a photograph he literally cropped you out of to hang up in his home - not to mention in a location he passed every day - only hammered home how much Joe didn't need you in his life.

"We're not doing a full weekend, I wasn't– I don't know why I said that, I'm sorry," to his credit Joe took full responsibility of saying the wrong thing, with the wrong tone, at the wrong time.

"Can I just... can I just say something?" you started, looking over your shoulder with your back still towards Joe. "I know you've never... you've never quite warmed to me– don't argue,"

Joe was about to interject but let whatever he was about to say escape him in a breath. Instead, he pushed both his hands into his pockets and you could see his shirt flex against his chest.

"We're not friends, even though, our friends are getting– they're getting married. It's not like we can just... pretend the other doesn't exist, like, marriage is meant to be a life-long sort of deal, so..."

Something empathetic shone from Joe's eyes, but you saw his jaw clench. He seemed deflated, but underneath you sensed some sort of wary apprehension.

"We don't have to be friends, you don't have to actually like me, but... we could at least try to... I don't know, pretend,"

Joe blinked a few times before looking down at his feet. Quiet. Milling over thoughts, not sharing the initial ones that popped up, because he never did.

"Couldn't we?"

"Yea," Joe snapped his head up. "Yea, no, of course,"

"I'm nice," you said, and smiled to prove it. As a reply, Joe just gave you another one of his tight-lipped smiles before he rounded the corner of the island towards where you'd sat on one of the stools.

Joe could've agreed with you. Could've said, yes, of course you're nice. You're the nicest. But he didn't. Instead, he sort of skipped over it and it was like you hadn't ever even said it in the first place.

"Let's," Joe said before sitting down on the seat next to where you'd sat before. One foot still on the floor, one foot up on the footrest, and legs spread wide. "Let's get our calendars out and actually plan some things,"

Okay, good.

This was why you were there.

To get shit sorted.

Walking over to sit back down next to Joe was weirdly challenging with the way he was leaning into his shoulder with an elbow placed onto the counter, turned to face you, absolutely man-spreading. But, you managed fine. Sat down and opened your phone's calendar and pretended you couldn't feel Joe's breath on your arm as he placed his phone down next to yours.

You found two optional dates that you both thought could work for Mark and Poppy and also worked for you and Joe. It took some time, but you got there eventually.

You showed Joe how Pinterest worked, so he could at least ask Poppy to pin some things so he could get a feel for the vibes she was going for. For the bridal shower, for the dress - for the whole wedding.

Joe didn't interject, didn't make snarky comments, hardly said anything if you really thought about it, but it was fine. The boy listened and seemed to take whatever you were telling him seriously.

When eventually you carefully asked if a fancy meal and a long pub crawl seemed like a good stag do, Joe was quick to say that that's what he would've done had he been in your shoes. It kind of made his earlier comment sting more. He had really just said that to get under your skin, and you hated that it had worked, too.

"Okay, so, to go over it one more time–" you started, rounding off the evening, but Joe interrupted, "I think we've got it."

Had you not had that weird moment of almost leaving, you could've sworn Joe's comment was meant maliciously. Now, after spending an hour sat next to him staring at phone screens, it felt a little warmer.

On your way out, Joe followed you a little, but not all the way to the front door. Like suddenly distance was needed again. You put on your coat and looked back to see Joe leant into the doorway, both arms up high where his hands touched the doorframe. His shirt was fighting to escape his trousers, and you couldn't stand that you noticed that.

"We're good, yea?" you asked, referencing the plans you'd made for Mark and Poppy.

"Absolutely, yea,"

A moment passed where you just looked at Joe, unsure of how to say goodbye, and he was gracious enough to grant you a solid second of eye-contact before you saw him look at his front door behind you.

You got the hint.

No stalling. Get out of his house. You'd been over long enough.

Just before you stepped out and were about to call a goodbye over your shoulder, Joe said, "And I do think you're nice,"

It stopped you in your tracks.

When you turned your head back, Joe wasn't even really smiling, which made it worse.

"From what– you said earlier, that you're nice?"

Joe... don't be so fucking awkward, you thought, but didn't say.

"You– I just, I know you are, Poppy says it all the time. Mark too. I just, I though you should know that they do, and that I do. Think you're nice, I mean."

It was only when you smiled that you realised you'd been looking at him like you were worried he was in actual pain, struggling through his words.

"Thanks,"

And this was when you both should've gone, "Bye," and "See you later!" and "Get home safe!" with kind smiles and little waves.

But instead, you shared a last look and then slowly closed the door behind you whilst neither of you said anything, or really even moved at all.

What the fuck was that?

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Angie Martinelli's having a crisis of confidence before an audition. Thankfully, she has someone she loves to help pick her up.

Word Count: 1,746

Category: Fluff

A/N: Happy Friday the 13th everybody!

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I grinned as I watched my girlfriend behind the counter of the Automat, moving like a whirlwind as she took care of the last of her responsibilities for the day. The customers at the counter had all the water, coffee, and food they could ask for, the table was wiped, and Angie's apron got hung on the hook in the kitchen all in a matter of moments. Then she was moving towards me, leaving the job behind her before anyone knew what was happening, or had a second to bark another request at her.

Angie's eyes scanned the room as she left her work behind for the day, and the moment she caught sight of me, a beaming smile broke out on her face. My heart stuttered in my chest. I lived to bring that look to her face, and I'd spend all day, every day making her smile like that if I could.

This time, the smile and the little laugh that followed were down to the sign in my hands. I'd written out "Miss Angie Martinelli" in fancy print, holding it up like they did for famous people at the airport. I was picking Angie up to take her to a big audition today, and I wanted to help her feel as confident as possible. To me, she was already a star. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the world figured it out, too.

"Miss Martinelli?" I asked, grinning widely as Angie finally reached me. She gave me a stunning smile in return, dipping into a playful curtsey.

"Right here, honey." She straightened up, closing the rest of the distance between us, and I put down the sign to pull her in for a quick kiss. "You know, this is the kind of celebrity treatment I could get used to."

"I'm sure it's not far off. Chauffeurs, your name in lights, the works. You ready to head out?"

Angie huffed a breath, then gave me a grin that looked a little more forced than usual.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

With that, she linked her arm in mine, pulling me out the door with her. She spoke and moved and smiled like the enthusiastic whirlwind I'd fallen in love with, but something wasn't quite right. She fidgeted in the seat next to me in the car when she didn't think I was looking, and when we got to the place they were holding the audition, her hand shook when she reached for the doorhandle.

"Angie," I said, stopping her halfway out of the passenger seat of my car. "...Are you okay?"

"What? Of course I'm okay," she said, just a little too quickly, waving me off with a laugh. "It's just yet another chance at the rest of my life, the start of my dreams, just waiting to go to some other actress who has god knows what that I don't."

I frowned, shifting closer to Angie across the car's center console as she closed the car door again, flopping back in her seat with a sigh.

"Ange, all the greats ever talk about is how many times they heard no before they finally got their yes. It sucks, and I'd be happy to fight every single idiot of a casting director who ever looked at you and didn't realize how amazing you are, but it doesn't reflect on you. Don't let them convince you that it does."

"How can it not reflect on me?" she snapped, whipping around to face me. "If it wasn't a problem with me, don't you think somebody would've said yes by now?"

"No! Angie, every interview you hear with all these stars is how long they spent working a shitty job, going to shitty auditions just to get shooed out of the room after two lines, before they finally had someone recognize what was hiding there all along. That's you, babe. You are such a bright, shining light of a person, and you're a goddamned fantastic actress, and some day you're going to be on a big radio show laughing about how many people told you no and missed out on signing the biggest star of the generation."

Angie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That's not true. Hell, I was doing my best to keep it together the whole way here and even you could see through my lousy acting."

"Your acting was not lousy. The only reason I didn't start interrogating you at the Automat was because I wasn't totally sure something was wrong! You would've fooled everyone else alive, babe, but I know you. I've got an advantage."

Angie just sighed, shaking her head and sinking back into her seat.

"I just... I don't know how many more times I can take myself to the edge of reason, shaking out of my boots and putting on a show anyway, only for nothing to come of any of it."

"Angie Martinelli. You are a force of nature. I've seen you bulldoze through challenges, hurdles, assholes trying to cause you problems, and everything else in your way. You are an unstoppable whirlwind, and dammit, I refuse to believe there's anything in this life you can't go out and get if you really put your mind to it. Is it gonna be easy? Obviously no! But neither is a lot of the other stuff you've done! You've handled jerks at the Automat, including coworkers. You saved Peggy from a bunch of trained government agents who bought your act hook, line, and sinker. You convinced Miss Fry you're a demure, polite, quiet person that she should take under her wing! You're a fantastic actress, and more than that, you're smart and strong as hell. So fuck everybody who doesn't see it. Don't let them get to you. You're goddamn Angie Martinelli!"

As I spoke, a little bit more of the life came back into Angie with each word. By the time I finished, she wasn't totally back to normal, but she was sitting up straight again and facing me with the first sincere smile she'd had all night.

"You really think so?"

"Yes, Angie. My god, do I have to go in there and fight a casting director for you?"

She grinned, throwing open her car door without taking her eyes off mine.

"I'll let you know in a twenty minutes."

I laughed as Angie turned around and stepped out onto the sidewalk, back straight and chin held high. I saw her take a long, deep breath, just staring up at the building ahead of her, before taking her first purposeful step forward, gaining speed as she went. She only paused once, when she got to the door, to shoot me a determined nod as she disappeared into the belly of the beast. I grinned back at her and gave her a double thumbs-up.

Once Angie was out of sight, I went and parked the car, then moved into the lobby of the building to wait for her. I wished I could sit with her straight through the audition, but I'd just have to settle for seeing her the moment she got out.

I tried not to figdet or look at my watch too often, but it got harder and harder with each passing second. When I finally gave in, it had been almost fifteen minutes since Angie had left the car. She should've been done, or at least close to done, by now.

Ten minutes later, and I still hadn't seen my girlfriend. I stood up, at least to start pacing and maybe to go find Angie, when a door swung open and she appeared. She walked slowly, all of the energy taken out of her, and my heart dropped to my shoes.

"Ange?" I called, taking a few tentative steps towards her. She picked her head up to look at me, her eyebrows drawn and the corners of her mouth pointing down. "Babe, are you okay?"

Slowly, she shook her head.

"I have some bad news," she said, a humorless laugh on her breath. I closed the rest of the distance between us, taking her in my arms as I met her watery eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We're not gonna get to spend as much time together, because I'm going to be in rehearsals every day starting next week."

A grin spread across Angie's face as she said the words, but it still took a second for them to sink in. When it finally did, my heart shot back up into my chest like a rocket, making the room spin under me as relief washed over me. I held on tighter to Angie, beaming at her as her act fell away at last.

"Angie, are you kidding me? CONGRATULATIONS! Babe, that's amazing!" I pulled her in tight for a hug, then after a few long moments, pulled away just enough to kiss her like my life depended on it. We finally broke apart for air, Angie laughing happily as she looked at me.

"Can you believe it? It still doesn't feel real to me."

"Of course I believe it! I never had a doubt."

Angie raised an eyebrow. "You sure looked like you had a doubt when I walked out here."

"Because you looked devastated! The fact that I believed you got rejected is just evidence of how damn good you are! But no more using it on me, okay? That's an unfair superpower."

Angie gigled, shaking her head at me as she smiled, and my heart started doing backflips in my chest. She radiated light and warmth like the sun, and having her look at me with all the love in her eyes made me the luckiest person on planet earth.

"Alright, I promise. As long as you promise to be front row on opening night."

"Are you kidding me? I'd never be anywhere else! Now come on, let's go out somewhere and celebrate. My girlfriend finally got her big break. I gotta go shout about it from the rooftops."

Angie just grinned at me as she took my hand, the two of us heading for the doors side by side and shoulder to shoulder, like we always were. I had her back, she had mine, and that's the way it'd always be. Come crazy secret agents or life-changing auditions or just Mrs. Fry finally getting wise to the fact that Angie and I were dating, we would handle it together. And like that, we were unbeatable.

I was already mentally planning the bouquet and sign I wanted to bring Angie for her opening night.

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guys please don't judge me, i can't control who i love. this ended up a lot longer and different than i had in mind oops

Reigen x gn! reader: The Intern - SFW

Being a recent university graduate you desperately needed some internship experience to even get a full-time job. No one wanted a pitiful graduate with no experience.

That's when you saw an unpaid intern listing at Spirits and Such Consultation Office. Of course you immediately figured it must be some sort of a shady business, but hey you need some experience.

You get a call in to the office for an interview where you meet the blond entrepreneur - Arataka Reigen. Just by the first glance you knew your gut instinct was right. This was a bad idea.

He was intently staring at his laptop screen so he didn't see you come in. Putting on a warm smile you greet yourself, "Hello, I'm here for the interview." Startled he almost falls off his chair, but quickly recollects himself and stands up "Ah yes you must be y/n, I'm Reigen nice to meet you."

You both sit down and the interview mostly consisted of him showing you his god awful website and asking the different ways you'd make changes to it. You didn't realize your future boss was such a boomer with technology even though he looked just a little older than you.

After showing him your portfolio you easily got the intern role and started immediately effective the next day. The days were filled with Reigen being amazed by your website designing skills and you were amazed by his con artist skills. You eventually met the others who'd occasionally come by like a kid called Mob who is quite fond of Reigen.

Even though Reigen was a bit of a manipulator with his customers, you couldn't help but feel your heart grow fonder. After much observation you realized he's actually very intelligent and a good teacher to Mob.

Soon your final day at the office arrived as you garnered enough to put on your resume for your first full time job. Reigen took you out to a bar to celebrate your last day. He was surprisingly drinking quite a bit for a man who's supposed to be your boss.

"Mannnn the days went by fast huh y/n!", he says drinking another shot with his face already utterly red. It's not like you were any better, you drank helplessly as you knew that tonight onwards you wouldn't have much of an excuse to see your handsome ex-boss ever again.

"Yea, sure did Reigen. Thank you for everything these past few weeks", you said smiling at him. His face got even redder and he had to tear his eyes away from you. Staring at the wall and scratching his neck, "Nah I didn't do much it was all you. You taught me a lot I appreciate it. I didn't know technology was so advanced." Both of you laugh thinking about what his previous website looked like.

He met your gaze again, "No but really I liked having you at the office. You are a good person y/n, never change. You brightened up my days at the office." Now it was your turn to look away meekly, "Oh Reigen you flatter me too much thank you."

You gasp as his hand touches your chin and pulls your face back towards him, "I wonder.." he whispers as he starts moving his face towards your with his eyes closed.

Oh god oh god what is he doing. I mean I like him of course but is this really appropriate? I was his intern just a few hours ago. Ah to hell with it. You close your eyes and lean forwards as well till your lips meet. Your hands wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. His lips were surprisingly soft and tender.

After a few seconds he slowly detaches his lips from yours. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to-". His face quickly changes from a lovestruck expression to one of pain. He rushes to the bathroom leaving you to giggle and look forward to more kisses with him.

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"My tummy hurts" you say as we slowly walk down the street arm in arm. " I know baby but just a little longer and will be there" I say as I move my hand down to rub your swollen bloated belly. We are on our way to meet my boss at an office party. They said to bring your family and unfortunately when I interviewed for the job I nervously said that you were pregnant (a lie of course) and I needed this position because of it. Now 8 months later they want to see us together and theres only one way to get you looking that pregnant that fast. So here we are walking into the office arm in arm with your tummy stuffed to the max and swollen enough to pull of being pregnant. "Just follow my lead and if they offer you more food just try and eat what you can"

Wow...this is an interesting scenario. I don't think I've done preg or preg-adjacent stuff on here. Honestly, preg-stuff is low on my list of things. First time for anything, I guess ^^ A very creative scenario ^^ I don't know if I did it justice here. Honestly, I wanted to write more...but I kept getting stuck on some scenes and I kind of feel like I'm being very crabby to Anon in this and I guess I couldn't hold the suspension of disbelief at the sit-com-y premise of this scenario, as enjoyable as it was. Thank you for sending this one in! It was super interesting and hilarious and I enjoyed writing it ^^

Trigger warnings: fake pregnancy with mentions of "failed to take" pregnancy. I know that pregnancies that don't result in a healthy baby afterwards can be a touchy subject in real life and I don't want to upset anyone. I have never experienced it myself, but I've known people who have and I do not wish that on anyone or wish for anyone to have to re-live such moments. If pregnancy-related things (including non-successful ones) is upsetting to you, feel free to skip and not read the stuff under the cut.

“Ugh...m-my tummy hurts.”

“I know, baby, but just a little longer and we will be there.” You rub gently at my swollen stomach over my dress. As good as the rubs feel, I'm angry at you and quickly smack your hand away with a glare.

“Nnngh...you owe me big-time for this, sweetie.” My annoyed tone completely counters the affectionate pet-name and the sickly grumble from my belly seems to come on-cue as though agreeing with me. “Ugh...you already lied once...why couldn't you have lied again, moron?” I huff and sit on a nearby bench in the foyer of the venue, rubbing my distended tummy.

“I panicked, love. I'm sorry.”

“There's no way this'll work.” I nudge at the slight bulge of my belly.

My stomach is firm and definitely bulged out enough to make wearing jeans extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that's what I've got on beneath a flow-y, high-waisted, knee-length dress. In order to make my belly really pop, I have on a pair of denim booty-shorts, belted just under the slight curve of my full belly to prop it up as well as to inhibit digestion. We need this budge to last the whole night, after all. It's excruciating, but the sheer stupidity of my partner and his harebrained plots is a close second to the amount of pain my belly is in.

“It's fine. First pregnancies are usually small, right? No one will know..” You crouch in front of me, squeezing my budging belly between your palms, sliding them around my bulge as though fluffing up a throw pillow. You're also checking to ensure that I haven't sneakily loosened the belt under my dress. I glare at you, gripping your wrists tightly in a silent threat.

Try as we did, we couldn't get my belly any bigger than this. You didn't remember your initial lie until someone called to remind you of the event and that everyone was excited to meet your 'expecting' wife. Honestly, if I had known that taking part in such a ridiculous, sit-com-y plot was going to be a part of our marriage, I'd probably have thought twice about saying 'I do'.

“How are we going to explain it when there isn't a baby in a month or two? You should have dropped the lie early on, said the pregnancy didn't take or something. It's going to be much harder to explain now.” I nudge at my belly and wince, having poked too hard at my achy tummy.

“A little late for that now, isn't it?” You hiss, not wanting to be reminded of your web of lies.

“Anon! Welcome! Is that your wife? Don't get up, no need to stand on ceremony—lovely to meet you!” A man in a suit jumps in, startling you as you jump up, putting some unwanted pressure on the crest of my belly as you rise. I hiss and can't help but curl up as my stomach gripes at the pressure.

“Sir! T-Thank you, sir! Y-Yes. T-This is m-my wife—m-my very pregnant wife, sir!” I subtly stomp on your foot, telling you 'obvious-lie-is-obvious'.

“May I?” Your boss hovers his hand over my belly. I flash an angry look your way. Of course, the stupid, stupid phenomenon where everyone and their mother starts pawing at the pregnant lady's belly.

“O-Of course, sir!” My rage against you is almost tangible as you allow your boss to rub my belly, shrugging over his shoulder as though to say 'I panicked'--story of our lives, I see.

I bite back a snarl as your boss palms at my belly. We spent forty minutes rubbing my stomach after stuffing me silly to ensure we got as much gas out of my guts as we could. We needed it to be packed, stuffed solid and not likely to deflate throughout the night.

“My, my—what an active child!” Your boss leaves his palm on the crest of my belly as he makes some small talk with you, completely ignoring the seething lady he has his hand on.

After the boss has landed a couple of solid pats on my tummy, I nudge his hand off of my stomach.

“Sorry, my late Cynthia and I always wanted to try for a baby.” Your boss's eyes grow misty at the memory. “Where are my manners? Terrance Floyd, at your service—feel free to call me 'Terry'.” Terrance offers a slight bow, retracting his hand from my belly. “When you're ready. Feel free to enter Conference Room B. The party is in there. I've been told that there will be a champagne tower—no pressure to partake, my dear. There are plenty of non-alcoholic alternatives available if you ask the bar-tender or waitstaff. I hope you enjoy the party.” With another subtle bow, Terrance Floyd leaves us in peace to go greet another guest that has just entered the building.

Once Terrance leaves, I direct my burning gaze squarely on you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead a billion times over with just that look.

“I panicked!” You exclaim. “I get that you're mad—but we needed me to have this job!”

“Well, stop panicking. Make something up 'cuz you seem to have a lot of experience with that. I'm not going to sit here and let everyone and their father paw at my stomach all night.” I rub my stomach, mentally cursing Terrance Floyd as the achy cramping in my belly intensifies.

Digestion was already stalled thanks to the ridiculous glut of food we managed to cram into my belly in the three hours we had between the call and leaving the house. The belt was cinched as an added layer of insurance, in case moving around somehow managed to kick-start digestion. My stomach's been trying and failing for digestion, convulsing painfully ever since we left the car and began the walk into the venue. Terrance's palming did me no favours and he no doubt felt the intense cramping of my belly under his palm and attributed that to the fake baby moving around.

“He's my boss!”

“And I'm your wife. Better think fast or we'll be adding an 'ex' to that.”

“Anon! And Eitee? We've heard so much about you! Are you coming in? Terry just said it's Conference Room B.” A bubbly, lady flounces over to where we are, plopping down next to me on the bench. I bite back a cross between a snarl and a moan as her action jostles my upset belly. I can already tell that her cheery attitude is going to grate on my nerves. Her partner strolls along behind her, stopping next to Anon.

“Hello! I'm Greg. Anon and I work in the same department. That's my wife, Bebe. Bebe—reign it in a bit.”

“Hi, I'm Bebe! Gosh, your dress is so cute! I love the color on you. I'd have gone for a bright yellow. I guess maternity wear is limited? Oh gosh—right, you're pregnant! You must be so excited! Have you thought of names yet?” Despite her husband's admonishment, Bebe's mouth is going a mile a minute.

She's an animated conversationalist—if you can call one-person speaking a conversation--talking with her hands and her whole body. She's like something straight out of a 90s cartoon, moving this way and that, facing one way and then another, hands clapping to her cheeks or mouth every time she gasps at some new statement she utters. She also doesn't have the same courtesy your boss had, her hands have already slapped themselves onto my belly about three times during her monologue.

“Uhm...Bebe—it's nice that you're friendly and all. My wife...uhm...she doesn't really like being touched so if you could...uhm.” You stutter, nervous under the force of my glare.

“Yes, Bebe. I'm sorry, I really don't like being touched.”

“Oh? I'm sorry! Is it Braxton Hicks? I heard it can happen!” Once again, Bebe's going a mile a minute, though I save 'Braxton Hicks' for later, in case I want to beat a hasty retreat from the party. Despite being told, Bebe's hands still find their way onto my belly more than a couple of times.

“How about we head in? The sooner we get started, the sooner all of this will be over.” I mutter, shooting a glare at you.

“You don't like parties, Eitee?” Bebe's tone takes on a bit of hurt and disbelief, like she can't fathom the idea of someone that doesn't like parties.

I gesture at my belly, hoisting myself up and placing a hand against my back to help with hefting the load (coincidentally, it's also a posture many pregnant women adopt). I gesture at my protruding belly.

“Kind of hard to party with a seven pound bowling ball in my stomach. Can't drink, can't be around smoking people, can't exactly dance in this state. If it weren't for my darling being so desperate to prove to his colleagues that he managed to score at least once, I'd be at home trying to decide between a hot bath, a nap, or whatever twisted snack combination this little one demands we try.” I add the last one on for good measure, but the thought of eating anything at all makes my stomach quake uneasily.

Greg chuckles. “Yeah, he's really been talking you up at the office. Most of the interns think he's bragging and half of them think he's bluffing.”

As much as I hate you for tonight, the idea that you've been bragging about me is touching.

The four of us make our way to Conference Room B. It's one of those meet and mingle parties. Lots of open space, a bar, tables full of finger foods and waitstaff dressed to the nines carrying more finger foods on platters and offering them to the guests. At the centre of the room is a seven foot champagne tower, like Terrance mentioned.

One of the waitstaff saunters over, offering a platter of something on a cracker to the four of us. Greg and Bebe take one each, with Bebe squealing and chattering on and on about the flavours. You take one and give me a look but one glance at the platter makes me feel sick to my stomach and I wave off the chance to try it. You frown at me as the waitstaff leaves.

I grip your hand tightly as my stomach convulses sharply at the sight of all the food. As stuffed as I am, even the idea of a single bite of any of it makes me fear I'll puke, burst, or both.

“That was rude.” You hiss at me. I match your glare, jabbing at my drum-tight belly.

“When I puke, not if, I'm gonna aim it squarely on you, bozo.” I hiss right back.

[xaaxaa-translations]

Interview with Kazuki (ザアザア)

 "The part-time experience that destroyed my wrong belief that I'm not good at communicating with people"

Artists of the visual kei genre, captivating day and night with exquisite melodies. They've come a long way before they appear on stage in front of us. In this series we will talk about the experiences that usually remain behind the scenes.

True to their concept, ザアザアcontinues to attract a loyal audience. Vocalist Kazuki, known for his emotional, soul-searching performances and who writes the band's lyrics, gave us an interview in which he talked about his experience working part-time. We asked him about his earliest part-time jobs in his hometown and his life-changing encounters in Osaka.

“In my first part-time job, I learned standard greetings and the importance of taking notes.”

Int: What kind of part-time jobs have you had?

Kazuki: In chronological order, it's working in a fast food cafe, sorting side dishes, in a family restaurant, in a clothing store, and in a second hand shop.

Int: Why did you choose a fast food cafe as your first part-time job?

Kazuki: I started moonlighting because I needed money to live on. At that time, I just thought about the fact that I liked the food from this cafe, nothing more (laughs). I came in as a kitchen worker and worked for about two years. But in general, in any part-time job I had, I worked for more than a year.

Int: This was your first social experience. What were your impressions?

Kazuki: I had almost no etiquette, so I got scolded a lot. I couldn't even say 'good morning' properly, they were teaching me about life (smiles sadly). Other than that, however, they didn't point my wrongs out much, and all in all, I think it was a good experience.

Int: Not like at school or at home, right?

Kazuki: Yeah. Also, that's where I got used to writing everything down. At first , when they showed me what my tasks would be, I just nodded along, but I didn't remember anything (laughs). From then on, at every part-time job, I wrote everything down.

Int: Do you have any memories of this cafe?

Kazuki: It was like an endless battle with time. I tried desperately not to keep anyone waiting for me. However, gradually my efficiency increased, and I was glad that I learned to cook quickly.

Int: After that, you got busy sorting out the side dishes.

Kazuki: Garnishes from large cardboard boxes were distributed to the stores. The work started at 4 a.m., so the night rate (before 8 a.m. and after 10 p.m.) was higher. During that period, I combined my job as a sorter with working in the family restaurant.

Int: Was it hard?

Kazuki: I also started activities in my first group at that time. I worked as a sorter in the morning from 4 to 8 in the morning, then there was a short break and from 11 until late in the evening I worked in the restaurant. There were times, from about 7 p.m. me and my band would have rehearsals. We had to live on something, plus the studio and recording cost a lot.

Working in a restaurant, I've learned the pros and cons of the restaurant business

Int: At the family restaurant, did you also work in the kitchen?

Kazuki: I was a waiter there.

Int: And you couldn't say hello either? (laughs)

Kazuki: I learned at the cafe (laughs). However, since it was my first encounter with the restaurant business, a certain communication ability was needed. I became more conscious of how I speak and how I look when I come into contact with people.

For example, if a complaint comes from a customer, at first I would just say 'excuse me' in a monotone, but when I started to put feelings into it, the way I said it and even my facial expression started to change. I was learning how to make contact with people in practice.

Int: After that, you moved from Kochi Prefecture to Osaka, right?

Kazuki: Yes. In Osaka, I wanted to do something I liked, and since I liked clothes, I went to work in a clothing store and second hand from the beginning. I loved working in a family restaurant, and I thought I would go to a place like that again. It's true that in the clothes shop I found it hard to talk to people again.

Int: You give the impression of someone who is afraid of strangers.

Kazuki: Rather, I'm almost not interested in people (smiles sadly). That's why it's hard for me to come out of my shell right away in private. However, when it was necessary for work, receiving visitors and communicating with them worked well for me. I never thought I would be good at it, but it happened thanks to working in a restaurant.

Int: You're not going back to square one?

Kazuki: If that happens, I start talking very quietly and quickly. Really, it doesn't have any effect on the actions, so usually no one notices anything. Even now, if I'm talking really fast during a concert, that's it (laughs).

That period when my part-time job was more important in my life than the band's activity was hard, but it created a spirit of resistance in me.

Int: What was it like at the second hand?

Kazuki: I was in the garment receiving and selling business. I liked to look at things there and sometimes buy myself something at a discount for employees.

Int: Even then, the activities at ザアザア became your main focus. Wasn't it difficult?

Kazuki: I wasn't resting, of course, but it was as it should be. It's true that during that period when moonlighting came to the forefront of my life, I also thought, "I'm working for the band, but what am I doing now anyway?" To put those thoughts aside, I tried to think positively, and the fact that I've nurtured a spirit of resistance in that way is really great.

A colleague from a second hand shop made costumes for Xaa Xaa in a short time.

Int: Were there any special introductions you had to part-time jobs?

Kazuki: During that period when I was working in a second hand shop, I became friends with a colleague who was into alterations of clothes. She helped make the costumes for "コワイクワイ".

Int: What was it like?

Kazuki: She was telling me about wanting to open her own clothing store one day. I talked about my band. When I started complaining about costume problems, she said: "If I can teach you something, tell me, I'll do it."

We needed costumes for the music video shoot, but because there was very little time, she was always nagging me (laughs). In three weeks, right at work, she made the costumes for all the participants. Usually it costs a lot of money to make costumes, so I was eternally grateful to her for her help. When I was able to show her the clip, she was very happy for us.

Int: What did you do with the other clips?

Kazuki: At first, I made the costumes myself. That girl taught me how to use a sewing machine. We'd buy classic costumes, and I'd alter them and re-stitch the sleeves to varying degrees.

Int: Did your interest in clothes increase at that time?

Kazuki: All my thoughts are invariably about music. I think that even five minutes of it can move me to tears.

Int: What a beautiful point of view. What other expenses have you had related to music?

Kazuki: I cut my living expenses for a month to buy a 50,000 yen microphone. I remember wanting a certain model, but there were so many different ones in the music store that I still needed the help of a salesman (laughs).

The most important thing is the relationship with people. Comfortable is the communication in which both are attentive to each other.

Int: In each of your part-time jobs you have worked for at least a year. What do you think is the most important thing for working so long?

Kazuki: Relationships with people. What kind of people are around is much more important than the essence of the job being done. Subordination is important, but when people shout at you "Do as I say", it's not very nice (laughs). And also with "do please" and "try". Especially good team was in a family restaurant. There I wasn't afraid to ask questions when I didn't understand. There were also times when I diligently chose words in conversation to demonstrate a good attitude. In any situation it is important to be attentive to each other in the first place. A sincere thank you can change the mood of the person you are talking to.

Int: What do you think was good about your part-time job?

Kazuki: Reflecting on it now, I remember being really happy when I was thanked for what I was doing. I was getting a direct response to my actions.

Int: To some extent, you get direct reactions to your actions at concerts too, don't you? (laughs)

Kazuki: Indeed (laughs) If the concert is good, you can see it in the faces of the audience. Just like if you serve a customer in a restaurant well, he will smile and thank you. There are similarities in that respect, indeed.

Int: Finally, give some advice to those who are about to start a part-time job.

Kazuki: You can make a lot of new acquaintances through part-time work. I think there are great girls and guys out there too. So have a great time at work!

Int: You decided to talk about dating girls? (laughs)

Kazuki: Well yeah (laughs). There was a time, I was unrequitedly in love with a girl at work, but we didn't communicate much (laughs). Anyway, acquaintances, of course, will be. And in my case my part-time job helped me learn how to communicate with people, which is a plus somehow.

[thedeviljudges]

as someone who commuted to different workplaces ranging from 15 minutes to 2 hours... less than half an hour, if you live in a bigger city, is big luck. that said, full time + 40 min commuting is not easy. i would consider moving if the first few months go well, if your area has many offices you can be picky. giving you a different description of the job is imo a red flag tho

yeah like im about 25 min from my current work, but it can still take me 30-35 min bc of traffic, longer if i don't pay to take the express lanes (which i normally do).

traveling to downtown is absolutely going to be an 1hr+ commute, and i understand that people do it bc of money, and part of me feels stupid for thinking that's a big deal and should suck it up, but i literally do not want to jump ship for one job to be miserable in another. i do want to move eventually, except my lease isn't up until july and spending 6 months commuting like that already sounds terrible. so it's partially a timing thing, too.

and my city is a big PR industry. it's not really an issue to find somewhere else to apply esp bc many are national/global and you can always get something remote and work at a location not near you so tbqh, i have options. it's just... waiting for job listings to open up and crossing my fingers they actually view my application bc it can be difficult to get in to bigger agencies - and you want bigger agency in order to get health care, PTO, good pay, etc. small to mid, like where i'm at now, don't offer those things.

and they didn't give me a different job description, per se. the recruiter didn't have all of the details for this role just yet, but any PR role is pretty much the same, and i had already applied to one with them that was similar, except that one had an offer already put out by the time i submitted my app (as per the recruiter telling me).

and on all of the job descriptions, it says hybrid, so i assumed it wouldn't be completely in office bc like 99% of their positions are hybrid, some fully remote (and the role i'm interviewing for hadn't even been listed yet on their site). i did the second interview and the woman that i could've potentially been working alongside, she def wasn't in the office. she also didn't have all the job specifications in terms of who i'd be answering to bc she wasn't the higher up but went into detail about the client i'd be assigned.

it wasn't until this last round with the VP - who generally knows how more about the role and what they're looking for bc they are the highest level person on a PR account - that asked if i was currently in office, explained how the agency typically does hybrid or full remote, but this specific position would be in office.

so i don't fault them completely. i think they hadn't given the recruiter full details (it seems they are trying to fill this position quickly bc it's a company def worth millions and absolutely needs the help), and i was interviewing with the higher chain people later on, so those below wouldn't have known the full specifications either. i think it was just lack of communication - and that's more of me trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.

regardless, it's still disappointing and the more i think about it, the more i really do not want to commute like that. the position wouldn't be an issue if i could move sooner, but it really is bad timing. :/

[kirstenlinae]

Trying to shift

I attended a Zoom OA meeting today. I wanted to join one at 9am and then again at 9:30am but, the passcodes for the meetings wouldn't work for me on my zoom account for some reason. Then there were a couple of meetings that just didn't start at all, I waited like 10 minutes past the meeting time for both and no host came in to start them. Very frustrating. However, I did find one that I like and I will try to make it a habit to go to again on Wednesday mornings at 10. It was a small meeting, only 6 of us. All the ladies were older than me, most of them much older. That doesn't matter to me, though. I figure, the older the members are, the more wisdom that they have to share. In the beginning of the meeting we talked about tools for recovery and today's assigned tool was the eating/meal plan. It seemed like this particular meeting didn't assign itself to any strict regimen as far as a meal plan goes, everyone had a different definition of their own eating plan. I was asked to share and I did a couple of times where it was relevant. Everyone posted their phone number in the chat, including me. I haven't received any texts just yet but, one of the members I talked with after the meeting had invited me to speak at another meeting that is on Friday nights, about my sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I told her that I couldn't this week because I work second shift on Fridays usually but, I could request off for a Friday in the future and call in to this particular meeting. It felt good to have my sobriety recognized so quickly, even though I'm technically still struggling from an addiction (food). Before we parted ways, she said, "I hope your food brings you peace today." I appreciate that sentiment. I only have a little bit of anxiety from what I ate for "breakfast," however, I have a plan for the rest of the day and I am confident that I can stick to it.

I would like to try one OA zoom meeting a day for a little while. Find a few that I would like to attend regularly. As I mentioned in a previous post, there are couple that are pretty local to me but, they are held during the days/times that I usually work, also. So, unless my schedule changes or I request off, the in-person meetings are not conducive to my regular work schedule.

I have been thinking about discussing a few things with my dietician at our next appointment. I could call her but, I want to wait to see how the next month goes and I want to see what the psychologist says regarding my evaluation for surgery. If the psychologist is good at her job, she will see what I already know. I don't know that I am ready for surgery so quickly. I think I would benefit from a longer monitored diet regimen, some more OA under my belt, and some more food addiction-related therapy as well. I also think it would benefit me to make my own diet plan, tailored to the one I am already on for surgery. I think I need to make more concrete plans/goals for myself because right now, that concept seems foggy to me.

In other news, my interview for that full-time job got rescheduled to next Tuesday. Pretty annoying but, I worked for that company before and honestly, it doesn't surprise me. Since applying for that job, however, I have been thinking twice about going back to work full-time. For one, my biggest housekeeping client said that she is referring me to one of her friends so, I could potentially get another house in my schedule. Second, in order to make moving to full-time even worth it (meaning, quit housekeeping and working part-time), I would have to make at least like $18/hour and I know that place isn't going to pay me near that. I would be surprised if they did, let's just say that. Lastly, I need the flexibility of working part-time because of my myriad of doctor's appointments, my responsibility to take my boyfriend to work every day on second shift and my housekeeping clients that I've made a commitment too. Plus, my small business is growing...which is what I set out to do 6/7 months ago, anyway. I think I would like to work somewhere other than the hotel, though. This morning, I applied to two different Torrids that are kind of close to me. We'll see if anything happens with that, I guess.

That's all I've got for today. I have to get ready for work in a bit. Until next time <3

[theoracleofgiana]

Soulmates

(Soulmate AU)

Camillia's world had lit up at the age of ten. Rina Marron stood in front of her with the biggest smile ever. Camillia could see her fiery red hair and radiant sky-blue dress glisten in the sunshine. Camillia's world had filled with color only a few seconds after meeting the fireball of a girl. She ran up past her and almost knocked Camillia over. The poor demon girl had fallen over with a pout and a small cry. The tornado that whirred past paused and turned back to the pouting girl. "Sorry!" Rina had said with a cheeky grin. When Camillia looked into the other girl's eyes, her usual monochrome world was suddenly bright and colorful. Rina seemed to see the same thing as her eyes widened immensely. "Whoa," Rina's voice had broken Camillia out of her daze. "Your hair is so red," The comment tumbles out of Camillia's mouth quickly as she gets up. Rina only stands there, mouth agape. As Camillia takes a step closer to her, Rina's cheeks redden. "You're so pretty!" Rina exclaims, walking closer to the demon. It's Camillia who flushes this time. "Thank you," Camillia stutters as Rina gives her a curious gaze. "It's fantastic. I'm happy to be soulmates with someone so pretty!" Rina clarifies for Camillia, who is a blushing mess. 

Despite the two's interesting meeting, they became some of the best of friends. They were inseparable and so devoted to one another. All their friends joked they were sickeningly adorable. The two had a few arguments but consistently ended up making up. They were perfect for each other. Some soulmates don't work out, but they were the exception until they weren't.

Camillia didn't know what had transpired. All she knew was Rina was gone. The memories and home the two built were too painful for Camillia. With Rina gone without so much as a note, she went on. She had tried to file a missing person report the third day Rina didn't return home. She was told to stop by Rina's sister. So without her soulmate, Camillia tried to move on. She moved into a small apartment in the city and a new job as a journalist. It was a fresh new start for a heartbroken woman. 

A few years into her job, Camillia was assigned to interview an upcoming successor to an extensive company. Camillia was excepting an irritating interview with a spoiled rich kid, and, to a certain extent, she was right. Alana was a wealthy kid, but she also worked hard to prove she deserved to be the beneficiary of the business. Camillia admired her determination and drive. As the two spoke, they ended up becoming semi-fast friends. As the interview wrapped up, they arranged to meet again for coffee. 

After that first coffee date, there were more. By the fourth one, the two were an official couple. Alana absolutely loved Camillia, and Camillia cherished her. Camillia had no with the relationship until the angel started acting weird. In front of others, Alana would pretend to ignore Camillia or to be, at the very least, acquaintances with her. At first, Camillia didn't mind it. She believed Alana to not be out as a lesbian yet or shy. That was until Camillia saw the lesbian flag in Alana's office, and Alana introduced her to some people as her girlfriend. Camillia decided to talk to the angel about it. 

Camillia asked Alana to her apartment to talk. After Camillia explained what she'd seen and how she felt, Alana descended into silence. A few minutes went by as Camillia waited for the angel to answer. Alana finally spoke softly, causing Camillia to ask her to speak up. "You're my soulmate. I can finally see colors, and I don't want to lose that to other people," Alana told Camillia, expression neutral. The other girl stared at her in shock. Camillia knew for a fact that the angel was lying. Camillia's world was still colorful and had stayed colorful since she was ten. It meant her soulmate still loved her and was still alive. It wasn't impossible to have multiple soulmates. When you meet your other soulmates, if you have any more, your colors will flash brighter for a few seconds upon meeting them. Camillia didn't have that with Alana. 

Camillia didn't know what to do. She was shocked the angel would lie, especially about being her soulmate. In her confused trance, Camillia tells Alana to go home. She needed time to think about how to proceed. It was that day that changed Camillia. She broke up with Alana the next day and focused solely on her career. The next few years move past in a blur. Now, she's at a fancy business dinner sipping red wine. 

Camillia sees a bright red flash move somewhere in the large crowd. She raises an eyebrow and debates pursuing the red. With a small sigh, she sets down her wine and moves through the crowd. Curse her need for adventure. After a few minutes of searching, she needs fresh air and heads outside. She sits on a bench she comes across with a sigh. It's here she finds herself missing Rina. She misses the way Rina could make the most boring things fun. 

"What's a pretty girl like you sighing for?" A vaguely familiar voice causes Camillia's closed eyes to snap open. The demon gasps in shock. In front of her stands the person she longed for. With her fiery red hair and sky-blue suit, there was Rina Marron. She looks more relaxed but still a bit tense. She's older with tired eyes. Camillia stares for a bit before balling her fists. "You," Her tone is cold and empty. "You left me without so much as a note." Rina winces at the sharp words. "I know, love. I can explain," She tries to soothe the demon's growing anger. "Explain then," Camillia demands as tears fill her eyes. "Explain why you disappeared." Rina sighs and walks closer to the almost crying woman. "I found out we had another soulmate," She explains as she wipes the demon's unshed tears. "I wanted all of us to be together, but it took longer than I excepted. By the time I found them, you were gone," Rina chuckles softly at the glare Camillia gives her. "But now I've found both of you, and I can only hope you can forgive me for taking so long," Rina finishes, and Camillia takes a shaky breath. 

"I can't promise I'll be with you or them," Rina's heart sinks at Camillia's words. "However, I can give you three dates. After those three dates, if you can prove this is a good idea, I'll stay with you and our other soulmate." Rina nods vigorously. "I'm assuming these dates have to include Jazz as well," Rina asks, a bit embarrassed about her excitement. Camillia nods and keeps herself from giggling. The two shake hands and exchange numbers. Rina leaves first, going to tell their other half about the deal. Camillia stays and smiles up at the moon. Maybe, this was starting over from something old or a new start for her. Either way, Camillia was content, and her heart was ready for the new beginnings sure to arrive. 

[runnning-outof-time]

Not Going Anywhere | Tommy Shelby x Reader

(gif by @tatianapetrovna)

Request: yes by @cheyenne-dunn-universe

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3748

A/N: I changed up the wording of the prompt that I had to use, but it’s in there. I’m a bit nervous to post this cuz it’s been a bit since I unveiled a full-length fic, so be gentle, yeah? Enjoy! :)

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"And this is where you'll be staying," the older woman who had been tasked with showing the new hire around stated as she motioned to the closed door.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said with a smile. The woman just nodded her head, her straight-faced expression not changing. (Y/N) stood in wait for a few moments before she realized that the other woman was not going to be saying anything else to her. So she reached out and grabbed the doorknob with the intention to open the door. Once it was open, she stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor. Then she realized that she had a question. "Do you know when I..." she trailed off once she realized that the woman who'd shown her around was no longer in the hall.

With a sigh, she stepped back into the small bedroom that she would call hers for the next unknown number of days. She'd been hired onto the staff of Arrow House when a sudden job opening for a nanny was posted. (Y/N) was interviewed shortly after she applied, and within a week, she was told that she'd be moving in and starting as soon as possible. But now that she was here, she needed to figure out when her actual duties began. So she made sure that her belongings were unpacked before she exited her room. She at least remembered where her boss' office was because it was two doors down on the opposite side of the same hall that her room was in.

She approached the closed door and knocked on it, hoping that Mr. Shelby was inside. To her luck, he called for her within a few seconds of her knocking. She opened the door and closed it softly before turning to look at her boss. "Hello, Mr. Shelby," She greeted him, hoping her words came out with confidence.

"Hello," he greeted her back as he glanced up from the papers on his desk, "you're the new nanny, (Y/N), correct?" he checked to make sure he knew who he was talking to.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to his desk after he waved her over.

"Thank you for accepting the position and starting promptly. It allows for me to continue to keep my mind on my business," he offered his thanks then.

"Oh, you're welcome, sir. I'm excited to work with your son," (Y/N) smiled as she spoke.

"He's a good kid," Tommy stated as he leaned back in his seat.

"I'm sure he is," (Y/N) agreed with him, "I wanted to ask when it is that I'll be starting my duties," she said then, making the last second decision to leave out the coldness of the maid that showed her around. She didn't want to cause drama...well not on her first day, at least.

"You can get started right now. Charlie should be in his room," Tommy responded, already pleased that she was wanting to take initiative so early.

"Ok. Thank you, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) nodded as she began to walk to the door.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he called after her, and she sent him a smile before exiting his office to go to Charlie's room.

Things started off great between (Y/N) and Charlie. She was nervous at first, but she quickly realized that the two year old just wanted someone to play with him and keep him occupied. (Y/N) happily stepped into that role. The two quickly got into a routine of playing, exploring, and learning, and after the first few weeks had passed, it was obvious that a bond had developed between the woman and the child.

The person that (Y/N) hadn't formed any sort of relationship with was Tommy. She was constantly trying to get him to spend time with her and Charlie because she thought that him bonding with his child was something important, especially since Charlie was still developing. But he kept to himself. (Y/N) could understand why he was doing that though. After all, he was her boss, and his decision was final. She even at times thought that extending an invitation to play or go for a walk to him was silly. That was the very reason why she'd been hired on; so that she could do all of those things with Charlie by herself. But a sliver of her hoped that he'd accept what she was offering him.

And as those few weeks passed, (Y/N) found herself wanting to know more about the man that she was working for; not only in a business sense, but also in a way that showed her more of who he was as a person. But there was no way for her to work her way into those types of conversations if she couldn't even get him to spend a few minutes with his son.

Now it was night, and (Y/N) had finally settled into bed after making sure that Charlie was tucked in and sleeping. She pulled the covers over top of her and grabbed her book off of the side table so that she could continue reading. She read in silence for a good bit of time before she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. Hearing it made her set her book down and sit up in bed. Wherever it came from, it was within one of the rooms in her hallway. So she exited her bedroom and silently walked down the hall, stopping when she got to the door that belonged to Tommy's office. From outside, she was able to hear his muffled curses. Surely he must've dropped the glass.

(Y/N) knocked on the door and listened in as the curses silenced. "What?!" Tommy called out, his response making her open the door and step inside.

"Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked in a soft voice as she saw him on the floor trying to pick up the larger shards of glass.

"I'm fine," he mumbled as he continued on with what he was doing.

She could have taken his response as a go ahead to leave the room, but instead she moved towards the mess. "Let me help you," she told him as she kneeled on the floor next to him and began picking up the glass. Tommy stopped what he was doing to stare over at her. (Y/N) didn't let his gaze affect her as she continued with cleaning the mess.

"This isn't in your job description," Tommy finally said once they'd finished picking the glass up.

"I know it's not," (Y/N) responded as she looked over at him, "but you sounded like you needed help."

"So you can hear me from down the hall, eh?" he asked her then. If she heard the glass shatter, it also meant that she'd hear all of the times he'd be yelling at people over the phone, and all of the times where he couldn't hold his emotions in any longer and let them out through tears.

"I can, but it's only because I like to keep my door open at night...just in case Charlie needs me," (Y/N) answered in a matter of fact tone. She then watched as his eyes softened. Feeling her eyes on him, Tommy glanced away so that hopefully she wouldn't see the crack in his hard exterior. "Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him again, but this time, her words took on a different meaning.

Tommy said nothing at first. He instead let out a breath of a laugh and shook his head slightly before he stood and moved over to the couch. Once he was sitting, he leaned over, grabbed his tin of cigarettes and lit one. "Come sit," he beckoned her over after taking a long drag.

(Y/N) listened and wordlessly moved so that she was sitting next to him. "I'm here to listen, if you want to talk, Mr. Shelby," she told him quietly, hoping that he'd still hear what she said.

The two sat in silence then. (Y/N) was looking at Tommy as she waited for him to make the next move, and Tommy was staring off at the mantle as he smoked his cigarette. Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached forward and stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. He then let out a long sigh before finally looking over at (Y/N). "I've got a lot of shit going on right now...between the business and losing me wife, and I can't help but feel like I'm abandoning Charlie," he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath, "I appreciate all that you've done here, (Y/N). I appreciate that you've warmed up to Charlie so quickly and that you've taken on so much with him. Because I had no fucking clue of what to do with him...no clue of how to be a father," he paused again, laughing slightly in spite of himself before he continued, "but you're young. You should be out living your life instead of taking over all of the responsibilities of raising my child. You shouldn't have to worry about getting mixed up in the shit that I do and the trouble I create."

(Y/N) listened to his words intently. She was surprised that he was opening up to her. Which is why the final part of his monologue made her furrow her eyebrows. She thought about what he said for a few moments before responding: "you don't need to worry about me wasting my time here, because I'm not. You don't need to worry about scaring me off, because you can't. I'm not going anywhere. You can try as hard as you want to think of a way to, but there's really nothing you can say, or do, that's going to make me like you or Charlie less, Tommy," she told him, her eyes not straying from his. They widened significantly though when she realized that she called him by his first name. And not only that, but she'd also in a way admitted that she had feelings towards him. "Er, I mean Mr. Shelby. I'm sorry," she said shyly, looking down at her lap as she tried to hide her blush.

"Calling me Tommy's just fine, (Y/N), and I..." Tommy's statement surprised (Y/N), and the fact that he trailed off made her look up at him once more. It looked like he was trying hard to think of something to say. "Huh..." he said then, exuding the word like he was letting out a breath. For the first time in a while, Tommy Shelby didn't know what to say.

They looked at each other for a few moments before (Y/N) broke the gaze. "I should be going to bed. I'm sorry for keeping you from your work," she said as she moved to stand from the couch. Her cheeks still felt unbearably warm.

"No, it's ok. Thanks for helping me clean my mess up," Tommy responded to her, pausing as he watched her walk to the door.

She turned back to look at him before she opened it, almost as if she was giving him another chance to speak. His mind went blank again as he stared at her. So she sent him a smile before she opened the door and went to her room for the night. Tommy let out a sigh and tipped back his head as the door shut. He shook his head at his stupidity before he moved over to the mantle where the alcohol was stored. He was going to need a glass of something strong after what'd just happened.

Things changed for the better after that night. Although (Y/N) and Tommy didn't speak of that conversation again, Tommy seemed to be around more now. Whether it was watching her when she was with Charlie — she tried to coax him into playing with them, but he was still hesitant, or saying goodnight to her when he'd be going into his office, it seemed to (Y/N) like he was trying to put a better effort in around the house.

Today was a special day at Arrow House. It was Charlie's third birthday, and (Y/N) had some pretty great things planned for the child. But her first order of business was to get the boy's father out of his office and into the celebration.

"Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned with furrowed eyebrows as she entered his office after knocking.

"No, nothing's wrong..." she paused, shaking her head, "I'm going to give Charlie his cake and I wanted to see if you would like to join us," she told him the reason behind her being in his office.

"I have work I need to finish up," he answered her, motioning to the papers scattered across his desk.

(Y/N) sighed, but she didn't give up. "Come on, Tommy...Charlie would be happy if you were down there," she pleaded with him. It still felt weird calling him 'Tommy', but he now pretty much insisted that she did so.

Now it was Tommy's turn to sigh, and he dropped his gaze to his desk for a moment. "I'll see what I can do, eh? Just let me finish up this work and I'll come down," he told her then, making a smile form on her face.

"Oh that's great to hear! Charlie will be so happy. I'll go down and try to keep him occupied while we wait for you," (Y/N) responded happily, making Tommy nod before she thanked him and left the office in search of the child.

A good half hour later, Charlie was getting antsy. (Y/N) had given him some of his presents early; a few toys that she hoped would hold him over until his father came down for the cake. But Tommy was still in his office, and now it seemed like Charlie was about ready for bed.

(Y/N) knew that she couldn't push the cake off any longer. "Mary," she called for the maid who was standing by the door.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Can you please get Charles' cake from the kitchen? I don't think we can wait for Mr. Shelby...the boy’s going to need to go to bed soon," she explained her request. Mary nodded her head and exited the room without another word. "It's ok, Charlie. We've got something special for you," she cooed to the child who was getting more fussy with each second that passed. Moments later, Mary returned with the cake in her hands. "Oh, Charlie, what's that?" (Y/N) asked excitedly as she pointed over to the cake being carried over. The boy's whines seized for a few moments as he looked at what was being brought to him.

"Did you sing 'Happy Birthday' yet?" another voice entered the conversation from behind (Y/N). It made her turn quickly to see Tommy entering the room through the door that was opposite the one Mary came through.

"No. You're just in time, Tommy," (Y/N) smiled. Although she felt slightly angry that he'd arrived at the last possible second, she knew she couldn't show that. At least he came down. Tommy smiled back at her as he came around the couch she was sitting on and sat next to her.

The two, and Mary, then began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to the boy who was mesmerized by the candles on the cake. As they were singing, Tommy gently placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back. Slight tingles went off where his palm was pressed, and surely her cheeks were now a shade darker than normal, but she tried hard not to let her reaction get noticed. "Blow the candles out, Charlie," Tommy prompted his son once their singing was finished, having no intentions of moving his hand from (Y/N)'s back anytime soon.

"Good boy, Charlie!" (Y/N) cheered once he blew the candles out. She couldn't help but clap for the child as she tried her best to ignore the tingles that were still coursing through her body.

"Mary, could you cut and serve the cake please?" Tommy asked the woman standing off to the side then. She answered with a quick 'yes, Mr. Shelby' before exiting the sitting room. "Did you make the cake?" Tommy asked (Y/N) then, leaning over slightly so that his voice was closer to her ear.

"No..." (Y/N) responded sheepishly, her cheeks heating up once again because of his closeness, "I had a hand in decorating it though," she admitted then as she dared to glance over at him.

"You did a fine job," he complimented her, making a smile form on her face. He didn't wait to hear her response, which was good because she didn't have one, before he leaned down and started playing with one of the toys Charlie was trying to show him. Still, somehow, his hand remained against the small of (Y/N)'s back.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy play with Charlie, who had now climbed up on the couch to sit next to his father. He had to finally remove the hand from her back to be able to play better with him and, although she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, she missed the contact. She wasn't really thinking as she reached over and rested her hand on Tommy's thigh; her silent way of showing how happy she was that he'd joined them. Tommy only glanced over at her as he felt her touch, and he didn't miss a beat in playing with the kid. This felt right...to the both of them.

"Do you have anything planned with Charlie today?" Tommy's voice made (Y/N) jump as it came from the child's bedroom door. He couldn't help but chuckle as she clutched her chest before turning to glare at him.

"No, I don't," she responded once she'd calmed herself down. She didn't take well to being startled.

"It's nice out. Would you want to take a walk?" Tommy suggested then.

"You'd be coming with us?" (Y/N) checked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“If you’d allow it,” he shrugged his shoulders as he slid his hands into his pockets.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face the second she heard what he’d said. “Oh I’d most certainly allow it,” she chirped back before she turned to Charlie, “want to go for a walk, Charlie? Daddy said that he’d join us this time.”

The boy was up in seconds, working so hard on getting his shoes on. (Y/N) giggled at his attempts before she switched the shoes onto their correct feet. She then took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her past Tommy and down the hall. “Better keep up, Mr. Shelby!” (Y/N) called back to Tommy, who was trailing a few steps behind her.

Soon enough, they were walking the gravel trail that twisted throughout the estate’s grounds. Charlie was enthusiastically pointing out every little thing around the home, and (Y/N) was happily entertaining conversation with him. Tommy was just watching on with a smile as he smoked a cigarette. Then, Charlie got tired of trying to wait back for the adults to lead the way. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she nodded, knowing that he wanted to go off and explore. The child smiled widely as he dashed off into the grass that surrounded the path, leaving (Y/N) and Tommy behind.

“It’s a beautiful day out,” (Y/N) remarked as they continued to walk slowly so that they could keep up with Charlie.

“It is,” Tommy nodded his head, glancing over at the woman walking next to him. They were so close to each other that their shoulders brushed each time they took a step.

“Thank you for coming out here with us,” (Y/N) said as she turned her head to smile at him, “Charlie’s really happy.”

“Only Charlie?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as he stopped walking and turned to face her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking away in hopes that he didn’t see her blush. “I’m happy too,” she admitted bashfully in a soft voice.

She was able to feel Tommy’s eyes burning into her face as she tried her best to keep looking out at the treeline. But his intensity drew her to him, and the second that her eyes found his once more, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her lips. It took (Y/N) a moment to realize what was going on, but she didn’t shy away from the kiss. Instead, she managed to bring her hands up so that she was gripping onto the lapels of his suit jacket, reveling in the feeling of his lips against hers.

Tommy was the one to pull away a few seconds later, and he searched her eyes for her reaction when he did. “I’m sorry for that,” he said in a soft voice, pausing for a moment, “if you want to resign now, I’ll allow it.” He couldn’t help but worry if his unthought out actions made her feel uncomfortable. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away from her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed slightly at his statement. “Don’t be sorry. I told you that night that I liked you...that I was going to stick around regardless of what went on. And I meant it. I’m happy that I get to be a part of Charlie’s life. I’m happy here. And I’m certainly not going to leave now that you’ve kissed me.”

“And if I want you to be a part of my life as well?” Tommy asked her then, his eyebrows raising slightly.

Before saying anything, (Y/N) reached up to splay her fingers against the back of his neck so that she could bring his forehead to meet hers. She glanced into his eyes where they were centimeters from hers before a smile formed on her face. “I’d really like that, Tommy,” her response came out as a whisper, but he heard it crystal clear, and it was enough encouragement for him to lean in and kiss her lips a second time.

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MASTERLIST

[meetmyothersouls]

cockwarming again purrr

Hope you like this!!

Zoom

Warnings: immediate smut below the cut, cock warming

You knew you'd be in trouble for torturing him during his zoom interview, but Timothe hadn't been paying attention to you, and what better way to get it than blow him under his desk...while he was being interviewed. You got an enormous amount of enjoyment out of it, and even though Timothee acted like he was mad about it, he cam harder than he ever had before from a blow job.

When Timothee called you into his office, you didn't expect to see his cock in his hands, pumping it lightly.

"Care to help me with this?" He asked, sweetly, looking down at his thick, throbbing cock.

You swallowed hard, immediately feeling your core grow hot. You took a few steps to him, before he grabbed your wrist, and pulled your face into his. He kissed you roughly, his teeth clashing with yours, his tongue wrapping around yours and his lips sliding against yours with a heated passion.

You began taking your shirt off, but he stopped you, "leave the shirt on, take everything else off."

You furrowed your brow, not quite understanding why he wanted you to keep your shirt on. Timothee was very much a boob man, he always loved playing with them, massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking them, sucking them (your personal favorite). But you did as he said, and removed your shorts and your panties, and waited for your next set of instructions.

You stood next to his chair, which he sat in as he rolled a few inches away from his desk and spun slightly to face you. He was still hard and pointed upward at you, begging to be handled. You risked a look at his computer screen, wondering if he'd been watching porn, but the only thing on his screen was a Zoom call, still waiting to be connected. Timothee's fingers grazing your folds, testing how wet your pussy was pulled your attention back to him.

"You're very wet," he commented. "Come here."

Timothee's hands went back to your wrist and pulled you toward him. You went to straddle his waist, but he quickly turned you, facing his desk and his computer. He backed you onto him and held his cock for you to lower yourself onto. You sucked in a breath as you impaled yourself on every inch of him. He filled you and stretched you in a way that was sinful, and as he bottomed out and your bare ass touched his legs, his arm wrapped around your stomach and held you tightly in place.

"You don't want me to look at you?" You asked, feeling a bit confused. This wasn't how sex usually was for the two of you. Still, you attempted to roll your hips on him, but his grip tightened.

"This is your punishment," Timothee said into your neck as you sat on his cock, "you have to sit here on me. No moving until I say you can."

You didn't have to ask what the punishment was for, you knew it was coming and you knew you deserved it.

"My punishment, is to sit on your cock?" You smirked, attempting to move your hips again, causing Timothee's fingertips to dig deeper into your abdomen. "Sorry, but that doesn't seem like much of a punishment."

"Oh, it gets better, my dear."

His voice was low and delicious and felt like silk against the skin of your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter every second he was buried inside of you and your pussy ached from the lack of movement. Just as you were about to ask, how it could get better, Timothee's Zoom session began filling with callers. He calmly ensured his video and mic was off before saying, "I've got a 30-minute call with a casting director for a new project. Every time you move, it'll be one less time you get to cum when this it's over. Try to control your facial expressions...you bite your lip when I'm inside you."

You rolled your eyes, realizing you were already biting your lip. You'd have to make a conscious effort not to make it look like you had his cock inside of you, but it was only 30 minutes. Timothee turned on his camera and microphone and smiled at everyone in the call. The camera on his computer only showed the two of you from the chest up, the other callers were totally oblivious to anything happening lower than that. Your legs were wrapped around his as you sat on his lap with his cock still deep within you. Timothee introduced you and everyone on the call said their hellos.

You were feeling confident as the first 20 minutes of the call flew by. You managed to maintain a smile and even ask a few questions, without anyone suspecting you were sitting on Timothee Chalamet's cock. But, as it seemed like the call was wrapping up, Timothee's hand slid from your waste, down to your clit. He rubbed it gently, pressing it lightly as he created circles of pleasure into it. Immediately, your breathing became heavy, your chest rising and falling harder than normal. With his fingers working your clit, there was no arm holding your hips back. Instinctively, you began rolling your them into his lap.

Timothee turned off his mic, barely moving his mouth when he whispered, "keep your hips still and wait, I'll give you everything I have in five minutes."

You halted your movements, but as he turned his mic back on, his fingers went back to work, spreading your folds and exposing your clit, teasing the sensitive bud. He shifted in his seat, sending his cock further into your pussy, which partnered with the tender work of his fingers, sent you over the edge. You gripped his desk, tightened your legs around his, and tried to hold back the orgasm that pulsed through you. Timothee's hand left your clit as he wrapped his arm back around your waist. He held you in place and kept you from shaking as your orgasm took you over.

"I think we're finished here, everyone. Timothee, it was great chatting with you, we will be in touch soon!" You heard a male's voice from the computer say.

"Thank you so much. Talk soon." Timothee said before immediately slamming his computer screen. He stood with you, still embedded deep inside of your pussy. Holding you with one arm, he pushed the contents of his desk onto the floor and laid you on his desk. He finally slid his cock out of you, only to push it back in; the movement you so desperately craved.

"I wanted to fuck you so badly," he admitted. "I felt your warmth the wetter you got," his voice shook as he continued pounding into you, "I started to think...maybe it was more torture for me that it was for you. So, I decided to make you cum."

He continued fucking you, he spread your legs wider, holding each one of them under your knees and as you tried to close them together against the intense pleasure building in your core, he spread them apart again. He pulled you closer to him and rested your ankles on his shoulders, his cock reached deeper than it ever had before. He grunted and moaned deliciously, "gonna cum, fuck you feel so good. fuckfuckfuckfuck."

His ragged, breathless voice shook, and you sucked your stomach in as you fought the urge to cum.

"Let it go, cum with me. Cum all over my cock. Give it to me."

You moved your body along the desk. He stilled his hips as you took over, fucking him as he stood.

"Yes, baby. Use me, pleasure yourself. Finish us off."

His words were all it took, you cam in unison, moaning together until he collapsed on top of you.

"I'm not sorry about it," Timothee said breathlessly, "for making you cum in front of everyone on camera. I'm not sorry. They got to witness you come undone and they didn't even know it. They don't know how lucky they are to get to see something like that."

"You're evil, you know that?" You joked, running your fingers through is damp hair.

"Revenge is sweet, y/n, but pleasuring you is sweeter."

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[anragaire]

So I saw the first two episodes of The Rings of Power last night and here are my thoughts and opinions (potentially lightly spoilery depending on how many trailers/interviews/reviews you've watched/read). I'll add more as I think about it throughout the day/ watch it a million more times tomorrow.

Overall it is jaw-dropping in its achievement

The visuals are truly a remarkable feat - from the word go they stun you with their beauty and epic quality.

The sets, the costumes, the VFX - just *chef's kiss*

Gods bless Bear McCreary. The music brings SO much to the show.

Due to the fact they don't have the rights to the Silmarillion, they have to skirt around some First Age lore (they don't necessarily change it overtly, but more brush over a lot of stepping stones they simply can't access due to rights issues). I think, given their circumstances, they summarise the Silmarillion events really well. There were one or two other lore moments where I was like huh? but to be honest, they're so minor in comparison to everything else and they narratively worked.

Morfyyd and Robert somehow manage to both make Galadriel and Elrond their own whilst from the get-go making it clear that these characters are deeply linked to the ones we will see in The Lord of the Rings. (I particularly loved Robert's adoption of a lot of Hugo Weaving's mannerisms). They are truly wonderful, as are the rest of the cast. There was such overt glee in my audience as well for the dwarves. Disa and Durin IV are nothing short of spectacular. It is a crime that we have not had female dwarves onscreen before.

Being Irish, I was incredibly skeptical about the harfoots being these travelling pseudo-Irish folk. Nevertheless, they completely won me over. They're both different enough from the hobbits that they don't feel like a copy and paste job, but you can see some of the hobbit mannerisms there. Nori and her family are a delight. I would protect Nori with my life. Sir Lenny Henry is brilliant.

I was so confident as to who I thought the Stranger was, now I'm back to the drawing board with multiple theories.

They've already said this in a number of interviews, but I LOVE that they lean into the arrogance of the elves. The politics between all the various races is super interesting on screen.

There's one scene with Elrond in particular that just shows that the writers are invested in the lore and ethics of Tolkien's work.

The design of the orcs is so cool - I love how you can tell they began as corrupted and tortured elves from looking at them alone.

Still not entirely here for the 80s haircuts on the elves, and some of the background ones sometimes border on the hair options for Dragon Age 3 *shivers* but some do work to be fair. The real glory is Gil-Galad's luscious locks.

Finrod. My love. My life. That's all.

I love how they're setting up the Southlands.

I can understand why some of the reviewers were wondering about the plot, but if you know your lore, you can see the mechanisms falling into place pretty quickly. These two episodes are doing a lot of set-up which I'm fine with. There are a lot of characters and I want to care about them all so I'm glad we're getting to know them. The second episode moved with a lot more gusto.

The things in the trees - I won't say anymore, but we need to discuss them.