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carolmunson · 1 year
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it's your party and i'll cry if i want to (sadist!daddydom!eddie x f!masochist!reader)
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warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni. sadism/masochism. established relationship. intense spanking with hands and implements. angst. hurt/comfort. daddy kink, some major daddy dom energy from eddie in this one. lots of fluff at the end. some yearning. mild threats. accidental bratting/all around bad attitude from reader. eddie calls reader a 'bitch' outside of a scene. mentions of being on period. name calling: 'stupid' 'bad girl', pet names 'baby, angel, honey, etc'. mild exhibitionism (continuing a scene when someone walks in), YES there is aftercare/communication. anything i might've forgot, i'll add later. i'm sorry!
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Eddie checked his watch for the third time with an annoyed grunt, elongated and growing in volume as he saw the time. 10:45.
And that would be fine -- that is, if he hadn't asked you to be at his trailer by 10:00 AM.
And being this late would have also been fine if you had called him to let him know you were running late -- like you were supposed to. It was one of the rules he gave you that was the most important to him. Not that he needed to know where you were at all times, he was just always quick to jump to the worst case scenario. 'Oh, she's late? She died. She definitely died. She's bleeding out somewhere alone.'
It didn't help that Eddie's van was in the shop getting fixed up. Sure he could've done it himself but the guys wanted to do something nice for him after all the extra shifts he'd been taking. So lately, he'd been relying on you to get anywhere that wasn't his job.
He hates how you drive, it's the only thing he doesn't like about you.
A few more minutes pass and he hears the familiar crunch of tires over dried leaves, the sharp blaring of your car horn beeping to let him know you were there.
You never do that. You always get out and knock to say good morning, to give him a kiss, to tell him how cute he looks in his outfit. Eddie frowns and opens the screen door, patting his pockets to check for his wallet and keys before closing the main door behind him. He sees you in the driver's seat and can tell you're in a mood so he swallows whatever venom he had collecting on his tongue.
"Morning, sweet thing," he says softly, opening the passenger's side door, "You okay?"
You take the keys out of the ignition and toss them on the seat toward him, "I know you're gonna ask to drive so, here."
You huff when you unclick your seatbelt and get out of the car, grumbling something under your breath that Eddie can't quite make out. He has half a mind to catch you by the chin and ask you to speak up but he shakes out the thought -- he punished you last week, he didn't need to punish you again. At least not yet.
Eddie gets in the driver's seat while you ease into the passengers seat, putting your seatbelt on before he can ask you to. Even though he never wears a seatbelt, so you don't understand his incessant need to make sure you're wearing one.
After he pulls out of the park and onto the road, Eddie settles into the seat catching glances at you when he can.
"Why didn't you call?" he asked, he tried to keep it as light as possible.
"Woke up late, slipped my mind," you shrugged, looking out the window at the orange and bright red leaves.
"I know it might've been a rough morning but you're supposed to call, baby," he turns his head to you, putting a hand on your knee, "I don't appreciate being left in the dark, you know that."
"It's really not a big deal," you mumble, moving your knee out of his hand and keeping your gaze on the Indiana foliage.
"Okay..." he says to himself, putting the spare hand back on the wheel to meet the other.
The first stop on your day of errands before movie night at Eddie's trailer was to the shop so he could check out the van. He didn't mean to be such a stickler about it, but that really was his baby. You stayed in the car while he went in, watching him look back at you with a little wave before he got in the shop.
When he got back, your mood hadn't subsided. He took a deep breath when he opened the door and you greeted him with a "What did you take the whole thing apart and put it back together? That took forever."
"Sorry, babe, they just had a lot to run down with me," he explained apologetically, "Didn't mean to take so long."
"It's really gonna be so nice when it's done though, they redid the carpeting in the back and everything," he tittered, knee bouncing with excitement -- only to have his smile fall when you mumbled a quiet 'yeah whatever' to the window.
Next was the grocery store for snacks and food for the party. You both stepped through the automatic doors in tandem, the scent of cinnamon hitting your noses hard as they had already switched over the Halloween displays for Christmas displays.
"It's October 24th," Eddie laughed, "Are they kidding?"
You just look at the display and then at the aisles ahead of you, walking towards the candy and cookies aisle where you know he'd be headed first anyway.
Eddie shakes it off, something had to be wrong. Maybe you just weren't ready to talk about it yet. You do like having your space, afterall. He catches up next to you, offering his hand for you to hold it and then dropping it to his thigh when you shove your hands into your pockets of your jacket.
He swallows a lump building in his throat. Was it something I said? he thinks to himself.
You get to the junk food aisle, scanning the shelves together and he speaks again, "Thinking about going for a red theme -- I'm thinking vampire movies, stuff that gives off bloody and disgusting. Y'know? Stuff like that."
"Get whatever you want Ed, I literally don't care," you say breathily, defeat and annoyance dripping over the words. His whole body turns to you, less offended and angry, more hurt than anything else. You never just dismiss him like that.
"Hey, hey," he says, soft but surprised. He presses you into the bags of chips puffing past the shelving unit, taking your face gently in his hands, "What's goin' on with you, hm? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?"
"No, Ed," you try to pull your face out of his hands and move but he replaces them on your cheeks swiftly. Your cheeks are hot to the touch -- maybe you're sick?
"Are you tired? Hungry?" Ed pleaded, eyes searching for a glimmer of a happier you in your eyes. You were acting a little hangry, you always were so huffy when you didn't eat enough. He guessed maybe you didn't eat breakfast since you woke up so late -- that had to be it.
"Want me to grab you something here? Or I can grab you something at a drive-thru. Is that what you want?" he's practically begging for you to smile, desperate to see you nod and say sorry -- you're just hungry, you're just tired, you just need a kiss. God, he hadn't even gotten to kiss you yet today.
"Oh my god, Ed, stop -- I'm fine. You're being annoying," you half-whine while pushing past him, "Just get what you need to get so we can go, please."
Ed heaves a big sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before closing his hand into a fist and leaning his forehead on it. You're in public, don't react the way you want to react right now. You just punished her a few days ago, keep your cool.
He opens his eyes and reaches for your keys attatched to his chain, deatching them and tossing them to you.
"Why don't you go wait for me in the car, okay? I won't be long in here," he offers. Maybe you just didn't feel like running errands, maybe you didn't want to go to the grocery store. You had told him once that the lights gave you a headache.
The late October air bites your cheeks when you step outside, savoring the heat in the car when you start it. Some time later, Eddie comes out, gocery bags in his hands that make him look like a Libra scale.
He knocks on the window, "Hey angel, can I get those keys for the trunk?"
You roll down the window just a crack and pass them through, satisfied by the exhausted sigh he lets out when you do it. His patience was starting to wear a little thin. Even more so when you kept changing the radio station so often that he just told you to shut it off and keep it off.
The next and most obvious stop was to Family Video to pick up the tapes for tonight. Eddie stopped for a second to talk to Steve at the counter, keeping his eye on you while you walked through the aisles and shelves of tapes. Robin came out of the back, so pleased to see you — Eddie watched your whole demeanor change. Smiley, happy, reaching out to hug her — toying with her new bracelet, giggling. His jaw clenched.
“You okay?” Steve asks, tapping his arm, “You look like you’re gonna kick Rob's ass.”
Eddie shakes his head to wash the attitude out of his face, “She’s just — she’s been in a mood all day. And all of a sudden Robin makes her happy? I mean, come on.”
“Ladies, am I right?” Steve rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder at you and Robin. You’re reaching up to grab a case for Misery to read the back, your pinafore riding up and up while you reach. Eddie knows your body, the curve of your ass just hidden by the hem clinging to the fat just under it.
“Let me get it,” Eddie calls over before you put on a show for Family Video. His voice is sharp, making you freeze in place at first. Sinking slowly back onto your feet, you toss him a scowl while crossing your arms.
“I don’t want it anymore, it’s fine,” you mutter, disappearing behind another shelf. Eddie rolls his eyes with a huff, gesturing to you to Steve silently saying ‘See what I mean.’
"Someone's moody," Steve teases loud enough for you to hear.
"Oh my God," they hear you groan, hidden in the aisles.
"Guys, leave her alone," Robin chides, grabbing a box of rewound tapes off the counter, "Everyone's allowed a bad day, y'know?"
"I'm literally here," you snap, stomping out of the aisles, "Can you guys stop talking about me like I'm not here? For fuck's sake. "
"Hey," Eddie warns, his hand falling down on the counter. You close your eyes and let your breath out through your nose.
"Sorry, Rob," you frown, shoulders sulking. Robin shakes her head, making a face to imply that you didn't need to apologize, pulling you into a hug. You know what you're doing by not apologizing to Eddie or Steve, but you can't find yourself to care about the consequences.
Ed takes you by the hand to grab the movies for tonight, shielded by the sterile aisles and the smell of plastic. You hear Robin and Steve talk amongst themselves, the jingle of the bell as customers file in and out.
"Ah, the horror section," you mumble, completely deadpanned, "Never been here before."
Eddie stiffens, he doesn't feel bad anymore. Now he's angry. Now he thinks you're doing it on purpose.
"You wanna get whupped when we get home?" he asks sternly, "Keep it up."
He hopes the threat doesn't fall on deaf ears, but you aren't listening. You just cross your arms and burn holes into the back of his curly head while he picks two movies and tucks them under his leather clad arm.
He smiles at you when he turns around, squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb, "Y'know, sucks that you have to be so mean 'cause you are awfully cute when you're in a little mood." He can play your game, too.
Ugh, fuck him. You roll your eyes and pull your chin out of his hand, you're like a woman posessed. This bad mood swarming through your body like sludge in your blood stream. You want to be happy, you want to be excited for movie night -- but you're just not. You wanna rip your skin off and scream in the aisles of Family Video. You wanna cause a scene.
At check out, the door opens and a hard gust of cold wind blows through the entry way. It wraps around your bare thighs and knee high socked calves -- you catch a little chill, a small shiver running through your shoulders.
"It's startin'a get too cold to wear these little dresses, baby," Eddie chastises while Steve scans the tapes and enters his employee number into the computer, "You're gonna get the flu."
"The flu's a virus, you can't get it from being cold," you huff, drumming your fingers on the counter. Eddie bites his tongue in his mouth, exchanging a look with Steve while he passes the money for the rentals over to him.
"Learn something new every day, don't we Harrington?" he asks, trying to keep you from bubbling over in front of your friends.
"That's basic high school biology Ed," you snap, venom stinging on your tongue, "No wonder it took you three fucking years to graduate."
"Woah, woah!" Steve's brow furrows, shaking his head, "Yellow flag. Not cool." Of course, a sports reference.
"It's fine," Eddie says quietly, his eyes cast downward, "We'll see you guys later."
He grabs the tapes with one hand and your sweatered bicep in the other, wrenching you out of the store to the car. He tosses the tapes in the back seat, peeling out of the parking lot with a screech.
You're silent on the road, not even the radio on to soften the tension, both fuming -- buzzing with anger. Eddie reaches for the cigarette tucked in his ear, hiding behind his long messy curls. It sits between his full lips, dangling while he searches for his lighter. You hear the flick and wait for him to take the first inhale, your teeth grind together so hard you swear he can hear it. Time, and time, and time again you had told him -- "Jesus Christ. Not in my fucking car, Ed."
You pluck the cigarette out of his mouth and toss it out the crack in your window.
Eddie slams on the breaks and you both jostle forward at the impact, the squeal of the tires echoing through the empty road. He turns to you with wild eyes, incredulous, "Are you on the fucking rag or something?!"
You don't respond, instead you cross your arms tighter around your chest and look out the window. You avoid his angry look, your heart pounding, knowing his is too.
"We're going home," he mutters, pulling a u-turn and heading toward the backroads that lead to the trailer park.
"No, no, you still wanted to stop at Melvald's for paper plates, and decorations," you offer quietly.
"Well maybe if you'd been such a bitch, I would've gotten to run all my errands," he explains, frustration bubbling in his chest. He swallows the lump building in his throat again. He didn't mean to call you a bitch, he's never called you that outside of play. But fuck did you have to bring up how hard it was for him to graduate?
"We can still," your voice lilts, going up an octave, "It doesn't have to be ruined."
"We are going home," he says with finality, eyes glued to the road. You can beg with your soft voice all you want, he's had enough today.
The both of you continue the ride back to Eddie's trailer in silence, just his and your shuddering breaths breaking through every now and again. You knew what you were in for when you got in the door, and part of you knew you deserved it -- but another part thought maybe, if you were sweet enough, he'd change his mind.
He pulls in with a quick turn, tires skidding in the dead grass wet with frost. You roll up your window and open the door, watching as Eddie reaches back to get the tapes out of the back. You step lightly to the trunk, waiting for him to come around with the key so you can bring in the groceries.
"Oh, you wanna be helpful now?" his voice is bitter, "You're a brat all day and now that you're in trouble you wanna be nice?"
You pout, just a little. Watching his hands as he unlocks the trunk and it eases open. As you reach for the grocery bags he swats them away, "I got it."
"Fine," you sneer, marching toward the door, "You got it."
"Oh-ho-ho, you just wait darlin'," he smiles while he slams the trunk closed, but it's the smile he does when he can't contain himself. When his hands are vibrating. When he wants to yell but can only laugh. Bar fights at The Hideout, blow out arguments with Wayne, when the gas station clerk calls him a freak.
Now it was you.
He walks past you, groceries and tapes in hand, fishing out his keys to open the door -- the door squeaking open. The sound of it mocks you because you know what's to come when it clicks closed.
Eddie puts the bags down on the table in the kitchenette, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on one of the chairs. You stand by the closed door, the leather of the belt hanging next to the door frame taunting you.
Eddie takes his time to put the groceries away, leaving out the chips and other snacks he picked up. He'd put them in bowls later for the set up. Fuck. He does have bowls or paper plates -- you didn't go to the store.
You watch him go to the phone on the wall in the kitchen, dialing without looking -- you can hear Steve's cheery voice on the other end. "What's up, Ed?"
"How did you know it was me?"
"You're the only person who calls me on my car phone."
"Okay, whatever. Sorry to ask this, but we didn't get a chance to go to Melvald's. Would you be able to pick some stuff up for me?" he asks while keeping eye contact with you. Now you feel bad. Eddie liked hosting movie night, he liked putting up decorations and making it feel like a party. It was something he looked forward to every month when it was his turn and his were always so fun that everyone ended up sleeping over. Now it felt ruined because you just couldn't stop. You couldn't let him have his day.
Eddie says his thank you's when he's done asking for Steve's help and hangs up the phone. He motions you over when he takes the few steps into the living room, sitting on the couch with a groan. You follow solemnly, standing across the room from him.
"Didn't I just have to punish you last week?" he asks while inching forward on the cushions, legs spread wide in front of him, "I mean, jesus baby girl, you're really just askin' to get whupped these days."
Daddy's home. Eddie always ended up adopting a mix of his co-worker's Hoosier accent and Wayne's slight southern drawl when he stepped into that role. Always coming out when maybe you needed to really learn a lesson. Whenever the brat came out to play without him asking for it.
It was your least favorite game -- not because you didn't like it necessarily, but Eddie relied heavily on making sure you were embarrassed. He wasn't mean. He was mocking. He liked how it made you feel, he liked how you turned red when he called you his baby. How your stomach turned when he put you over his lap. So rudimentary, but deeply effective. Somehow, getting spanked by his hand like this hurt more than anything else.
"C'mere," he says, waving you forward, "Come to daddy."
Your heart sinks and flutters simultaneously -- suddenly it's unbearibly hot in his trailer despite the light frost on the ground outside and your bare knees under your corduroy pinafore.
"Ed...c'mon, people are coming over," you say quietly, toying with the hem of your dress, "Can't you punish me later?"
"After you ran that mouth all day? After you showed up here late this mornin' and didn't even call? You broke all my rules," he scolded, "Get over my lap, sweet thing, gotta teach you."
"Please," you whisper, your glassy eyes meeting his, "I'll be good the rest of the night, I promise."
"That gives you way too much leeway. You'll start thinkin' you can get away with everything. You know what they say: spare the rod, spoil the child," he shrugs, "And you're so spoiled as it is. Aren’t you, baby?"
You nod, shifting your weight on your feet. Your skin crawls at the lilt in his voice; you can feel him getting impatient with you.
"So why doesn’t my spoiled little thing come over here and take her punishment, hm?"
You know if you don’t go over there, he’ll make you. His demeanor is so different when he’s like this, so sweet — cooing at you, gentleness even when he’s talking down to you. A soothing balm to help make you feel small, stupid, and needy. Like you can’t do anything without his guidance. He plucks at your emotional set backs as nimbly and expertly as he does his guitar.
“No, I think that’s too hard for you, baby. I'll figure it out.”
“Was that too difficult for you to understand? Why don't we try again.”
“I think you need a break, why don't you let Daddy take care of everything?"
"Let daddy do it for you. You need to learn when to ask for help when you need it."
"We can talk about it when you're not acting like such a little brat, okay?"
You inch over and slide over his lap and even though you know it’ll hurt, it’s so comfortable to let go for him. To let him teach you a lesson. To let it out on the couch cushions in the form of fat tears and whines and screams. Kicking your legs and squirming.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs while you get situation on top of him. eddie let’s a warm hand slide over your thigh before pushing your dress up over your hips to your waist, "Knew she was still in there."
Ed takes a moment to admire the softened bruises on your ass when he gathers your panties at the base of it, finally in their last stage of healing from last week's play time. Maybe he could afford to go harder than he expected. Excellent news for him, awful news for you.
“You don’t have to count out loud to me today, angel. Don't think you can count that high,” he teases, calloused hand smoothing over your ass before coming down hard over it with a loud smack ringing in the living room of the trailer.
“Ah-ow!” you yelp, his over the knee spankings just hurt a little bit more than anything else. Maybe it was the embarrassment of the position, the way he played with your mind a little before hand. Something about the crack of his palm against you when you felt dizzy like this was a different type of pain.
What a shame that you loved it so much.
“You know you deserve this, baby,” he says softly, “I don’t like to punish you, but I gotta keep you in line. You really embarrassed me today.”
“M'sorry, daddy,” you frown into the couch, hips jumping at the next strike. A warm little buzz forming on your backside while he continues.
"Are you?" he asks, his hand smacking especially hard against the swell of your ass. The first choke of a sob escapes your chest and he hums with satisfaction, "You don't sound sorry."
"I think daddy's gonna make you very sorry, though," he threats. Eddie takes his time switches his rings over to the hand he's using to spank you, knowing it just adds injury to even more injury. He smiles to himself when you squirm at the feeling of the metal skating across your warm skin.
"Don't like that?" he asks. You shake your head no and he 'tsks' above you, letting his fingers slide between your legs, "You sure?"
"Mmm," is all you can reply, feeling hazy and spacey under his touch. Your stomach tightens at his finger tips grazing your folds, presing slightly to get between them, a pool of slick welcoming them immediately.
"I think you do like that," he whispers headily. Eddie takes his fingers away, eliciting a wanting whimper from you, his chuckle was daunting.
His hand smacks upward and downward on one cheek, then the other, in a consistent rhythm. One, two, three, four, one, two, three four. Hard, sweeping spanks making a bloom of color spread over your skin more and more as he went. He does this for who knows how many minutes, as many as it takes for your legs to start kicking. For the color in your skin to fall to an angry crimson.
"Here we go with the dramatics," Eddie tutts, catching your ankles with his free hand, "What might happen if you don't stay still?"
You rack your brain and he isn't patient, raining down smacks in quick succession on your left butt cheek and then your right. The skin burning underneath his hand.
It comes to you hazily, what he says over and over again when you move around too much -- too many spots that could cause damage if he hits them instead, "I could get hurt," you whine out.
"Good girl," he coos, "Look at you, trying your best to remember -- my stupid little thing."
You can't help but pout at the dig, pouting more when his hand starts up their symphony again.
"Daddy, please," you cry, your hand reaching out to cover your ass, "Please no more."
"Excuse me," he hisses, spare hand now coming up to press your wrist against your back, "You earned this. Be a big girl and take it."
Your face burns when he admonishes you, embarrassment washing over your body. You can't help but struggle against him but he pulls you tight in place, steadying you before he starts again, "Behave."
You can feel Eddie's erection building against your hip, your mouth filling with spit at the thought of it. Maybe he'll fuck you if you just let him get through this part, he usually does. You're still playing afterall, this is just punishment -- you earned this.
Eddie continues, grunting with each stinging hit, as much force as he can into it. His tongue swells in his mouth when it watches the fat of your hips and ass bounce back at his assault. This was a show exclusively for him, the best part about impact play. You know, outside of the crying, and whimpering, and your shining wet pussy between your legs. And the power, fuck. Don't even get him started on the high of all that power and control.
Tears are streaming down your face, mixing with the strings of snot oozing from your nose. You look a mess, just like he wanted and just like he knew you would.
His smacks slow down to one every few seconds, like the end of a popcorn bag in the microwave, before smoothing his hand over your vibrating flesh.
"That was a good warm up, huh?" he asks. Your face pales.
"Wh-what?" you sob out, looking back at him. He smiles, his wolfish 'Master' smile, devilish.
"That was a good warm up, wasn't it angel?" he coos, nails softly grazing your thighs, making you hiss.
"Warm up?" you ask, eyes shining and round. He maneuvers you off his lap, steadying you while your jellied legs find some footing.
"You thought you were gettin' off that easy?" he asks, in that same soft voice, "That's cute."
You pout but it doesn't help, he pushes back on the couch and crosses his legs. Eddie's looking up at you but it still feels like he's looking down.
"Go get the paddle, baby," he instructs, "You know which one."
You swallow hard, shoulders shaking, "But why?"
"Because I said so," he says it like you're stupid. You feel stupid. You feel small.
You trudge to the bedroom and back to the livingroom with the paddle in hand: wooden and carved with holes. Beyond pain on it's own, extra painful with a warm up.
You reluctantly pass it to him and feel sick at how fucking hot it looks in his hand. With a sniffle and bite of your lower lip, you lay back down across his lap, bending at the waist, your toes meeting the floor in your socked feet.
He adjusts your underwear, pulling them back up to cover you, the elastic scratching uncomfortably on you, "How about we keep these on for this part? Does that sound good?"
"Yes," you shudder out, even though it doesn't make a difference. The cotton is so thin.
"What do you say?" he asks, sliding the paddle across your thighs.
"Thank you, daddy," you mumble into the cushion.
"What was that?" he asks, "Gotta speak up."
You know he heard you, he just wants to hear you say it again.
"Thank you, daddy," you say more clearly.
"Still can't hear you," it comes out like a song and the paddle comes sound with a loud SMACK across your thighs.
"THANK YOU, DADDY," you cry out, tears springing from your eyes. The air gets trapped in your throat, sputtering while you try to steady your breath. He gives you a moment to collect yourself, extra careful to check if you're too far gone to know how to tell him to stop.
"We're gonna do twenty, okay?" he asks, "Think you can do that?"
"Yes, sir," you sniffle out, head hanging.
"Twenty's good right?" he asks, you nod, "How come?"
"S'what I d-deserve," you say to him without thinking, fully obedient now.
"Smart girl," he coos, placing the paddle next to him so he can slide a finger into your panties, "Very smart girl."
"P-please," you whisper into the couch cushion, you pray he doesn't hear it but you also wish he would. You hear his pleased hum when his finger tip meets your soaked opening again, pushing further into you. He pumps it into you lazily, enough to watch your hips writhe in time against him -- but it's just not enough.
You know better than to ask for more, not letting more than a disappointed whimper out of your mouth when he takes it away.
“Maybe later, yeah?” he asks, voice mocking your wanton whines, “If you’re a good girl?”
You simply nod, bracing yourself when you hear him pick up the paddle again. Down it comes without warning, knocking the wind out of you once again. The pain shoots down your legs and up your back in in a shivering sting. You cry loudly, blubbering inconsolably into your forearms resting on the couch. This is what he wanted to hear. Thank god the windows were closed.
"Want you to think about this --" He grunts when he brings the paddle down again, "-- when you think about running that mouth to me."
He waits for the pain to almost stop reverberating in your body to bring down the next blow. Eddie never let you take a full breath between blows when you needed to learn something.
"When your in one of these moods you--" the next strike of the paddle elicits a near scream out of you, racked with tears, "-- talk to me about it before you start gettin' mean. You hear me?"
"Y-yes-s-s-s," you sob.
"Are you sorry?" he asks, the next strike is over your thighs.
"I'm sorry!" you yelp before falling back into shuddering cries, "So so sorry, I'm sorry."
He continues on without reprieve: 6, 9, 12, 14 -- or was it 13? -- you're not even counting -- you're not sure if you can count at this point. Your eyes have gone glassy, you're crying so hard that you're drooling.
The sound of a knock at the door takes you out of your haze for a moment but you don't feel Eddie's body tense, he just calls out, "It's open!"
You hear the door open and immediately reach for the hem of your dress to push it down, but Eddie's mean laugh and swat of his hand puts you back in place.
"Hey, they didn't have pumpkin paper plates but they had ghosts and I thought maybe that would be f-- oh," Steve stops with the plates in his hand, looking you both over, eyes lingering briefly on your reddened ass and thighs.
"Sorry to interrupt."
"You're fine," Eddie rolls his eyes, "You can put it all on the counter. Thanks so much, man. Let me know what I owe you."
Steve shakes his head with a little laugh, leaving the bags on the counter full of plates, napkins, and decorations. Listening to you whimper in the other room. Steve had been plenty privy to whatever you and Ed were getting up to. All of the older group was. The first time you showed up to a group hang with bruises was when you both had to come clean immediately -- there were hardly any secrets between the five of you anyway.
Plus, Steve liked learning new things.
Eddie doesn't mind the audience, bringing the paddle down again with new vigor. You try desperate to hold in the cry in your chest but it breaks when he speaks to you.
"What baby, you embarrassed?" Eddie coos, "You didn't have a problem embarrassing me in front of Steve earlier. Just returning the favor."
"You wanna tell him why you're gettin' punished?" he asks, one hand smoothing over your back while the other brings the paddle down again. You shake your head no, embarrassment washing over you in heavy waves knowing Steve is watching you get punished like a school girl.
"I think you should," Eddie continues, "Think it'll help the lesson sink in."
You know you don't have a choice, so you lift your head up mumbling weakly, "Because I was a bad girl."
"Little louder so Steve can hear," he encourages.
"Because I was a bad girl," you repeat. Your face was fuming with a deep blush.
"There we go," Eddie soothes to you quietly, "I think you had enough, sweet thing. Why don't you go wait for me in our room?"
You swallow, ignoring the shooting pain in your backside while you scramble off his lap and down into the hall to the bedroom.
Eddie turns towards Steve while you scurry away, "At least she's self aware."
"At least." Steve agrees, cheeks reddening, "Look I gotta go pick up Elaine, her sister took the car so she can't get over here. I'll probably be around when everyone else shows up though."
"So she's finally her real name and not just 'some girl'?" Ed asks, surprised.
Steve blushes, "Yeah I think she's gonna stick around for a while. She's been um -- really receptive to some new stuff we've been tryin' out."
"Well you're learning from the best, so," Eddie cockily meets his cheek to his shoulder.
"Pfft, okay," Steve rolls his eyes while he walks toward the door, swinging his keys on his fingers, "See you in a little."
Eddie watches him leave, stretching on the couch before getting up and walking slowly over to the bedroom. He slowly opens the door, listening for anything beyond your regular cry or whimper.
"Baby?" he asks, his voice back to normal. There you are on his bed, already in a pair of his sweat pants and a t-shirt. Your pinafore and sweater and socks folded neatly on the end of the mattress. Your makeup stianed face wiped clean with the cold cream and clean face cloths you kept on his dresser.
"Oh, baby," he frowned, "You look so sad."
"I'm sorry," you said, your shoulders curving inward in a sulk, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take everything out on you today."
"I know," Eddie shuts the door behind him, just in case anyone showed up earlier than expected. He walked over to the bed, barely getting onto it all the way before you found your way onto his lap. Your tear stained face in his neck.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, rubbing circles onto your back and pressing a kiss onto your shoulder. You nod against him.
"I'm sorry," you repeat.
"It's okay," he coos, "I'm sorry, too."
You lean back to look at him and he looks at you with a smile, his big doe eyes warm and crinkling at the ends.
“I love you,” his voice is cozy. Medicine for you bad mood.
“I love you, too,” you respond, leaning in slow while you rest a hand in his cheek. Your lips find home against his and you hear him sigh with relief into it. He deeply reciprocates, mouth desperately meeting yours, hands resting softly in your hair.
“Haven’t gotten to kiss you all day,” he whispers. His next kiss is feverish and needy, pulling you close to him, pressed against his chest.
“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to, I just…I don’t know,” you explained between breaths.
“S’okay,” he says, leaning back a bit to look in your eyes, “Can we talk about that?”
“Yeah,” you nod, sitting further back on his thighs.
“When we play, or when you make me upset, or if I’m feeling sad or angry - I don’t ignore you, right? I don’t deny you what you want or need unless it’s part of a scene? And even then you can always ask to stop?” he looks hurt when he asks, his hand finding your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
“No, you always listen. You always communicate,” you say.
“So you have to offer me the same kindness, baby,” he strokes your cheek, “You really hurt my feelings today."
Your eyes water, chest aching, "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up high school or -- or act like I didn't care about t-tonight, or your c-car. I do care."
"Shh, shh, shh, I know. I know," he soothes, "But when something's bothering you, even if you don't know what it is -- I need you to communicate that to me. So I can try to help."
This isn't the first time you've had to have this conversation and he can see the defeat in your face.
"We're both learning," he says, pressing a peck to your lips and then your forehead, "We'll do it together."
You nod, resting into his soft hands that have now found your cheeks again.
"And I'm sorry I called you a bitch in the car," Eddie says and you know he means it, "I'll never call you that again."
"I mean, you will," you giggle softly. He melts at the sound.
"I will, but in a different context," he giggles with you, another kiss to your lips, "In the way that you like."
You match his posture, putting your hands on his face, pulling him close to you. Another kiss, slow and sensual, pillowy lips capturing eachother's with anticipation for whatever might come later. Clicks of spit exchanging and tongues dancing floating through the room like music -- their own language.
"I love you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeats. He needs you to know after scenes like that, where you're more vulnerable than normal. A real punishment that might make you forget.
At the same right, he needs you to say it back -- and when you do, he sees stars.
"Let me get you patched up, yeah?" he asks. You nod, laying down on the mattress to let him comfort you after such an assault. Feeling much better now that you had a sore ass and a good talk.
After the normal routine of aloe gel and a massage, you let Eddie get the trailer together for movie night while you took a break in the bedroom. Sometimes you needed a little time alone after a scene before you had to go be around people. Plus, he liked decorating by himself.
You can hear people start trickling in: Steve and his lady, Dustin, Robin, Mike, Nancy, their voices tittering their hellos while the screen door swings. You make your way out, padding down the hall in your socks.
"Hi," you croak out, your voice still scratcy from earlier. Eddie comes over to re-welcome you to the real world, leaving a kiss on your cheek.
Dustin looks at you quizically, "Are you okay? You look sad for movie night."
You shrug, about to speak when Eddie butts in, "She'll be alright, Henderson. She just got in a nasty fight with her dad."
You hear Steve snort in the kitchen and roll your eyes before you smile back at Dustin, "I'm okay, thank you for asking."
Eddie fixes you a plate of snacks while you fix him one. Somehow you still haven't realized that you should just get them for yourselves, but there's something sweet about the neutral need to always be caring for each other.
"More sour straws, you're lacking here Munson," you say at the exchange of plates.
"So true," he agrees, turning back around. The rest of the crew walks in, Lucas making a joke that Steve laughs at -- another snort coming out of his nose.
"You sound like a pig Steve," his flavor of the month Elaine laughs. You watch him smile at her, his eyes a little hard, and subtly reach for her chin. He leans in like he's about to kiss her, but before he does he offers a stern, "Watch your mouth."
Her face blooms with heat when their lips meet and you nudge Eddie in the arm, "What're you teaching him, Ed? He's a nice boy."
Eddie tosses you a sly smirk, "He's not as nice as he looks. I promise."
You take your plate from him, sour straws at the right amount, and take your place on the couch. He plops down next to you while everyone gathers in the living room around the TV.
"Day of the Dead, y'all. Let's get into it," Eddie says. He lifts the remote and presses play, turning out the lights at the switch behind your head. His hand falls to your opposite shoulder, rubbing it absentmindedly while the movie begins.
Your eyes meet breifly in the glow of the TV. He offers you a wink before spreading his lips into his regular award winning smile.
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romantichomicide95 · 5 months
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KINKTOBER-AKI HAYAKAWA/FREE SPACE
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pairing: aki hayakawa x reader
warnings: 18+. spanking.choking. p in v. fingering. oral (f!receiving). female anatomy. slight praise kink. multiple positions. drunk sex. drinking. smoking. slight rough sex.
notes:how is this my first time writing for him and this is the longest thing i’ve ever written? please. also if it’s ooc im sorry. and i finished this at 1am so don’t come for me with the end.
word count-> 2k
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“Here.” You say throwing the pack of cigarettes at your roommate, Aki. He had come home from work moments ago, and you’d realized you’d forgotten to do the one thing you’d promised him…buy him a new pack of beer and cigarettes. He’d gotten a little pissed, which wasn’t unlike him after a shitty day at work as a Devil Hunter, so you let it slide.
Mostly because you so conveniently drank the last beer in the fridge, so you’d had to run to the corner store for both.
“Thanks." Aki said, taking the cigarettes and beer. He looked at you with his normal stoic expression, yet his dark eyes held a flicker of gratitude.
"Sorry I got so pissed before. I had a rough day.” He looks over at you. Your hair is down today and you look really good. He thinks you always look good. Your figure, the way you dress just a little bit revealing. He thinks you do it on purpose to drive him crazy. You’d had sex before, the perks of having a hot roommate, but it had only been a few drunken nights…much like this one.
“It’s cool. I’m sorry I forgot. My memory’s kind of on the fritz lately.” You say, taking a beer and settling down next to him on the couch.
"Yeah, whatever. I’m over it ." Aki says, taking the beer from you. His attention seems to be locked on you, he can't help but stare at your lips. The way they pout ever so slightly. “Let’s just forget about it." He adds, looking away.
“Alright. Deal.” You say, smiling at him. You turn the TV on to some random show and you both sit in comfortable silence watching TV and drinking beers, you make it through the pack quite quickly.
Eventually, Aki grabs his cigarettes and stands up, walking outside towards the balcony for a smoke. You follow behind him.
Aki lights a cigarette, and watches you as you walk towards him, your hips swaying slightly. He can't help but admire the way your body moves. You’ve got such a great body, he thinks to himself.
"Can’t believe you’re drunk already” He says, taking a drag.
“And you’re not?”
“I’m not as much of a lightweight as you." He says. He takes another drag from his cigarette and looks at you.
You giggle slightly, “That’s true.” You take a step towards him, a slight sway in the way you walk thanks to the affects of alcohol. “I think you like me when I’m drunk though.” You tease.
"Maybe." He says, his voice low and husky. His eyes are locked onto yours, admiring the way they sparkle under the dim light of the balcony.
He takes another drag from his cigarette, watching as smoke billows around you.
You wave your hand in the smoke, willing it to disappear. “I think I’m a fun drunk.” You say with a cute little pout.
"Yeah, you're fun." He says, his voice a little deeper from the affects of the booze. “As long as you don’t puke on me." He says, with a slight chuckle, taking another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the darkneses.
“Hey!” You yell, swatting his arm. “That was one time.” You say in defense. With a playful grin you lean against the balcony railing. The cool breeze brushing against your face.
“I'm kidding." He says, with a smug smile. “Let's go back inside." He takes another drag from his cigarette and then stubs it out on the railing of the balcony.
You follow him inside, the glow of the TV illuminating the room. You lean against the kitchen counter, watching as he grabs another beer from the case.
“Want another?” He asks, extending a beer filled hand to you.
You hop up on the counter, opening your beer and taking a sip. “See, I think you’re trying to get me even more drunk.” You tease, a playful smile graving your lips. “Cause you like me drunk.”
"Maybe." He says, shrugging. He steps closer to stand directly in front of you, looking you up and down as you sit on the counter. He looks in your eyes for a second, before leaning up to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard behind your head. His shirt slightly lifts and your eyes trail along his stomach, admiring his physique.
“Like what you see?" He, asks catching you staring, his voice low. He takes a chip from the bag and pops it into his mouth, watching you closely.
The tension between you is palpable. “Maybe I do.” You shrug. He takes a step closer, setting the bag of chips down next to you. You instinctively spread your legs apart, giving him access to step between them.
“You’re drunk.” He says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His voice is low and husky and the rich tones make your body shiver.
“So what if I am?”
“Well, if you're drunk, then maybe you don't care."He moves closer to you, your bodies slightly touching. One of his hands reaches resting on your thigh, just barely above the hem of your shorts. “Maybe you want me too."
“Want you to what?” You ask, feigning innocence.
You can feel the heat from your bodies emanating between you. Electricity funnels through you both, a magnetic pull of your bodies. Aki’s hand moves higher up your thigh, closer to the heat between your legs. “Do things that we shouldn't be doing right now."
You suck in a breathe as his hand moves higher and your heartbeat picks up. Your gaze falls from his eyes to linger on his lip before you’re looking back at his eyes again. You say nothing, the electricity surging through your body renders you momentarily speechless.
Aki senses this as his hand finally stops to rest at your hips. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to kiss you?”
All you can do is bite your lip and nod as he leans in to brush his lips against yours. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He presses his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss, he pulls away to look at you. He smirks at the hunger he can see in your eyes before he leans in to kiss you again.
This kiss is deeper, his tongue traces the edges of your lips seeking permission to enter before sliding inside.
He pulls away slightly, his piercing blue eyes looking through you as a smirk grows on his face. “You taste like beer.”
“So do you.” You say, breathless and eager. You lean in brushing your lips against his again. He pulls you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a hard rough kiss. A kiss filled with hunger, and intense desire.
Aki’s hands navigate the curves of your body, until he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head. He admires your body for a second before he’s kissing you again. Your hands travel up his back, gliding your fingertips over his muscles until you reach his hair, gently tugging at the dark strands.
His hands move to your waistband, undoing the button and zipper with quick movements. He pulls your shorts and panties off. Exposing that beautiful sight of your naked pussy. You spread your legs further, and it’s like a beacon calling to him. “Fuck you’re so wet..." he murmurs before he’s down on his knees and diving in, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips.
You let out a soft moan, tugging his hair as he licks and sucks at your heat. His hands grip the flesh of your ass, holding you steady as he devours you. “Fuck…taste so good.” He says, tasting the sweetness of your juices that mingle with the taste of beer on his tongue.
He’s intoxicated. Your taste mixed with the pretty little moans that escape your lips as you tug his hair, is driving him insane. His fingers slip inside you, moving in rhythm with his tongue.
You rut your hips up, chasing more of his tongue as you clench around his fingers. He smiles slightly against your skin, before his tongue is flicking at your clit. He thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that causes you to moan louder.
“Aki…F-fuck…gunna cum.”
“Cum for me." He murmurs against your skin. His fingers move faster, his tongue whipping around your clit. He can feel it happening, the way your body tenses up, the way you moan his name over and over again. “That’s right..." he says as you explode around him, your juices dripping down his face and covering his fingers.
He pulls back slightly, looking at the mess he's made of you. The way your pussy glistens is amazing. He leans in again, licking up every last drop of your cum from your body. His tongue traces along your sensitive parts, making you gasp and arch into him.
“Aki, please…” You beg, all you can think about now is how bad you want him inside you. He leans in to kiss you, you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"Please what?" He whispers, his hands tracing up your thighs. His eyes are locked onto your body, the way you're shivering under his touch. The thought of being inside you now is driving him crazy. “Fuck you?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can do that.”
You reach down, helping him to take his pants off as your lips meet again. “So fucking eager.” He groans against your lips as his cock springs free. His hands grip your ass, pulling you against him as his cock slowly sinks inside you.
Soft groans escape him as he feels your gummy walls tighten around his cock, the feeling is almost too intoxicating.
“Best fucking pussy. God, feels so good.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in again, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your entire body shiver with pleasure. “Ahh fuck, love this pussy so much.” He moans again, his hips moving faster now. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady.
He groans again, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The way your pussy clings to him, the sound of your bodies slapping together, it’s almost too much for him. It’s taking everything in him not to cum right there.
"I can't...fuck..." He pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and needy. “Get down and turn around.”
You oblige, bending over and spreading yourself open for him. He admires your ass, round and firm begging for his touch before he gives it a good slap. Causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain.
He steps closer thrusting inside you from behind, unable to control his movements. His hands grip your hips again, holding you steady as he fucks you hard moving you in sync with his rhythm. He slaps your ass again, admiring the handprint left behind.
“Fuck, come here.” He says turning you around again, he lifts you up with ease and carrys you to the couch. Laying you down and lining himself with your entrance again, he thrusts inside you again. His hips move faster, his cock hitting your service everytime he enters your lush walls.
He comes down to kiss you again, trailing his lips down your body before taking a hard nipple into his lips. His tongue moves around the bud and it causes your moans to become louder. You rut your hips up into his, your nails digging into his back as his thrust become more erratic.
He can feel something start to boil inside him, a coil in his stomach ready to explode. “C-can’t hold on much longer…gunna cum.”
“Cum inside me Aki, fill me all the way up.” You moan, breathlessly in his ear. Those words alone cause him to let go, as he shoots his seed inside you, filling you up.
He rides his orgasm out, before collapsing on top of you. You both lay breathless and sweaty.
After awhile he leans up on his hands above you, kissing you on the forehead and looking in your eyes.
You take a deep breath. Carding your fingers through his hair, stifling a giggle. “Told you that you liked me when I was drunk.”
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httpknjoon · 6 months
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(re)starting over again | kth; 11
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plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.
words | 2.8k
genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au
pairing | taehyung x reader
warning/s | -
note | AAAAND WE'RE BACK! it's been a month since the last update! consider this as a new season for mc and tae :)) u might find this chapter a little fast-paced or not idk.. let me know ur thoughts! enjoy reading <;3 ps. sorry for the errors!
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A couple of years passed, two to be exact, and a lot of things happened. The bakery became more crowded. It was renovated and had a larger space instead of moving the entire bakery to another place. They began hiring extra help, usually part-time working students who used to be customers in the shop too. 
Also, turns out that Jimin has a kid. Taehyung met Jihoon just a week after his best friend learned about his existence. Jihoon is a carbon copy of his dad, Taehyung thought. His eyes disappear when he smiles. Now, they have a little baker running around the kitchen usually on weekends.
Aside from those changes, Taehyung now lives in a studio apartment just a five-minute walk away from the bakery. He moved in just weeks after you left. The said apartment is not that big, just enough for him to rest in after work. Jimin commented that he treats that place like a hotel since Taehyung didn’t really personalize it to make the ambiance like a home. The whole place was plain, not even considered minimalist. Just plain. The walls were untouched. It was off-white when Taehyung came and it remains the same now. He didn’t really bother to invest anything in the place.
The house you two bought and lived in is still being taken care of. By him. Taehyung cleans up there once a week, just in case you reach out to visit home again and maybe talk about what to do with it. And when he feels like it, which is almost rare, he sleeps on the couch in the living room. He never really entered the guest room, which became your bedroom after the accident, except the time he got home after Jisoo and Namjoon’s wedding. That room was spotless, just like how you left it. The only things you left that night were on your vanity table; your house keys, the vintage pearl ring he bought you back in the flea market, and a folded paper.
The letter says, “Feel at home, this house is yours too. Paint the walls with the colors you like, buy new furniture, and fill the frames with new memories. Just please don’t sell it. I’ll try to reach out as soon as I can. For now, live the last years you missed.”
He never painted the walls with another color as he found the shade of blue that spreads around the house perfect. He never bought any furniture and still kept the same ones you had. He thought it fit the theme of the house and his preference. And yes, the picture frames show the same photos they originally had. It felt home that way for him. But he chose to move to the apartment because he always felt like he was missing something. The house is cozy and comfortable. But whenever he tries to lie on supposedly his bed, it feels empty. Once, he tried playing jazz music around the house, but it just got lonelier so he turned it off and just continued cleaning.
But he did try to keep up and look back at the things he forgot through his friends and the things he found at the house. Jimin, Namjoon, and sometimes Jisoo were patient with his questions. Jisoo, your best friend, was understandably distant from him at first after you went away. But she adds details to the stories Namjoon tells and later, became amiable with him. Jimin’s mom still looks after him and brings him food when she visits the city. There were a few times she mentioned Taehyung’s mother but he didn’t really care about her. So he ignores it.
“You know, you’re a handsome man. Don’t you have any lady?”
One of their common customer, a man in his seventies once asked him. It was not the first time someone asked him such a thing. He always shakes his head with a smile as an answer. It would lead later with an offer to meet someone they know. Taehyung would shyly and kindly decline these offers, saying he really doesn’t feel like dating for now. It’s true. The idea of him dating someone else felt wrong. It was like his own body rejected the idea as he felt uneasy with that thought.
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“So, it’s that time of the year.”
Taehyung was pulling his third pan of cheesecake out of the hot oven with his oven gloves when he heard Ava, their longtime part-time staff, say that. She sounded amused but not surprised. He looked up and saw her leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. She had a smug smile on her face. 
“I swear, you should just declare this particular day as Cheesecake and Banana Bread Day just to make it official,” she added, teasing.
Taehyung looked at her, unimpressed, “It’s selling. In fact, my cheesecakes are one of our best sellers here… What are you doing here anyway? Go back to the front.”
He scolds her, she just rolled her eyes, unbothered.  Ava was one of the students who knew Taehyung even before his accident. She went from being a loyal customer to a reliable staff of the shop. She has been enjoying the pastries in the shop ever since she was twelve and now, sixteen, she also enjoys getting into small banters with her older bosses. She is usually candid, and not shy to share her thoughts. Taehyung sees her as a little sister most time.
Given that she began working here after you left, Ava doesn’t really have an idea why Taehyung bakes a few batches of cheesecake and banana loaves on this specific date. She doesn’t know you and that you are celebrating your birthday today. Taehyung learned about that fact after his phone notified him weeks after you went. Since then, he has baked your favorites on your special day. 
It’s the third time now. It’s probably a slim chance but he hoped to see you around the bakeshop, enjoying pastries. But so far, he hasn’t seen you around. In fact, he hadn’t even heard from you ever since that night. He thought he saw you a year ago in the subway when he came to Incheon to go sightseeing, but he lost you before he could take a second glance. He didn’t know where you moved since he respects your space but he wondered if you really moved that far. He wonders about you every now and then. 
Jisoo posted a short clip in her Instagram Stories months ago. It’s just a clip of a long trail and he swore he heard you in the background noise of that clip, telling your best friend how tired you are from hiking. Then, the clip ended.
“Not because it’s best selling you would make a ton of it. It’s something about demand and supply– I don’t know,” she conceded, breaking Taehyung’s train of thought. “Anyway, I’m here because someone called on the phone, asking for you.”
Taehyung’s heart stopped for a second. His hopes almost blasted out of his soul but he tried to stay calm before asking Ava, “Who is it?”
“I don’t know. But it’s a woman. They said they want to specifically talk to you.” she replied, unaware that the man in front of him was holding his breath. She continued, “They are actually waiting on call right now.”
Taehyung almost sprinted to the front desk of the shop. Still in his mint green oven gloves, he reached for the telephone. His heart is beating fast while his gut is twisting tight. He paused when he realized he had nothing to say. He doesn’t know what to say if it’s you. Are you going to talk about the house? Should he greet you with Happy Birthday first and offer you your favorite cheesecake? Maybe you won’t like– Stop.
Taehyung took a deep breath before exhaling. He spoke, “Hello, this is Kim Taehyung, co-owner of The Sweet Spot. How can I help you?”
“Oh, hi.” 
His heart dropped. Okay, relax. He told himself. It’s not you.
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There were nights when Taehyung would find himself awake. And tonight is one of those nights. He just lay on his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. He always had trouble falling asleep, maybe a side effect of his accident. He doesn’t know anymore. But he knows that it makes his head go crazy with random thoughts when times like this happen. And now, he thought of something.
That’s when he picked up his phone and keys, along with his coat. He drove away from his apartment. 
The bell above the door rang when he entered the convenience store to pick up a few beers and chips. His cold hands stayed in his coat’s pockets as he looked around the store, waiting for the clerk to scan his stuff. Just when the worker was about to say the prince, the bell clung again.
“No, wait. I’m just really hungry. Wait for me… Yes, I have money here.”
Everything went quiet and suddenly all that he could hear was that voice. Your voice. He’s sure of that. He looked back and saw a woman’s back going into one of the aisles. His heart raced once again. You’re here?
“Dude, you okay?” the tired clerk asked, looking at him with heavy bags under his eyes.
Taehyung looked at him, and broke out of his headspace, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry.”
He pulled out his cash and paid. He can still hear your voice like you were talking with someone on your phone.
“Do you want anything– Oh, the honey-butter chips I want ran out of stock.”
Taehyung looked at the chips in his hand. He looked at the clerk who also looked at him like they understood each other without saying anything. Taehyung placed the chip back on the counter.
“Just give this to the girl,” he whispered before turning his back.
He didn’t look back. A cool blow of wind brushed on his face when he walked out the door. For a second, he inhaled and exhaled again to calm his nerves. He got in his car, putting the pack of beer on the other seat. As he started the car, his eyes landed on the side mirror. 
Yes, it’s you. Definitely.
You just walked out of the same store, still on your phone, as you walked away grinning with your honey butter chips. You walked on the other end of the pathwalk. Taehyung pursed his lips and drove away.
His lips remained sealed but his head was exploding with questions. That was the closest he had seen you since the night you said goodbye. How are you? Why are you in the city? Did you live around here? It can’t be. Jisoo told him you left the hospital you used to work at. 
Instead of driving back to his apartment, Taehyung ended up parking in front of your deserted house. He had his beer with him as he turned the key on the doorknob. He stepped into the said home feeling colder even though he still hadn’t removed his coat.  He placed the drink on the center table in the living room and plugged in the TV for background noise. He put on a random show, which happens to be FRIENDS. 
Opening a can, he sat on the couch, pulling a couple of books he left under the same table. Photo albums and scrapbooks. You never told him such things exist in here, he just found them after cleaning around the house. It was personalized by you and him. He could tell by the design and handwritten captions. 
Almost everything was documented through photos and other knick knacks like receipts from a movie you two saw together. Browsing through the pages of it, it felt like looking at other people’s relationships even though he was in the photos himself. In one of the photos, he saw himself with a camera. He didn’t even know he had one. He tried searching around the house for it but he never found it. 
You had more solo portraits in the said books than him. He figured out why. Maybe he really loved capturing you as his subject. You looked the same in every picture: happy and in love. Most of your pictures were candid, taken without you knowing. Then, a handwritten date by him will be seen below it. Each photo was adorable. Some are just random ones. You were brushing your teeth or showing off your colorful scrubs (which was written in the caption: BOUGHT HER YELLOW DUCKIES SCRUBS I THINK SHE LIKES IT).
Taehyung spend his sleepless nights like this, looking back at what he missed. He read through articles before that the possibility of getting his memories back is a hit or miss. So he learned to just go on and maybe accept how things became. He tries to move forward at the same time he tries to look back. It’s quite confusing sometimes.
IT’S HER… I’M SURE 
That was the caption in one photo of you dating just weeks after you two moved into this house. In the picture, your back was turned as you sat in front of your vanity table. You can be seen fixing your hair while looking at your reflection. Taehyung’s eyebrow raised with the caption. He wondered what it meant. He turned the page to the next one but was greeted with nothing but a blank page. Turns out, that was the most recent one.
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“The main branch of their restaurant is somewhere in Incheon. I’ll send you the address after the call.” 
Taehyung listened to Jimin through a loudspeaker call. His hair is still damp from a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, he compares two coats that would suit the rest of his outfit. He felt the need to look presentable tonight.
“You will meet the owner herself, Ashley. She said you can just introduce yourself to the host and he’ll lead you to your table… Ava kept the samples in the shop. She said she put them in different Tupperware so you can spot it right away.” Jimin instructed.
“Okay, okay.”
He heard his best friend sigh on the other line, “I’m sorry for the short notice, Tae. I totally forgot Jihoon will be staying with me tonight.”
Tonight, Taehyung will be meeting a special client. It’s the one who called a couple of weeks ago, during your birthday. it‘s a big restaurant that is planning to put the bakeshop’s products on their menu for dessert. Specifically, the cakes. The head chef was the one who brought up their product to the owner, whom he will meet now. Jimin initially agreed to meet the said client but his co-parenting schedule had some shifts. Just an hour ago, Taehyung learned he’d be the one meeting the client. It’s not like he had plans anyway. So, he immediately prepared himself.
After picking the clothes, Taehyung blow-dried and brushed his hair. His best friend sent the main address minutes later and so he left his apartment. He first drove by the shop, which closed a little earlier today. A lot of cakes were made for sample. It includes Jimin’s Carrot Cake, his own cheesecake, and six other more. Taehyung left with a brown bag of the samples.
His fingers tapped with the beat of the song playing on the radio as he drove his way to the restaurant. It was a peaceful night on the road. 
This will be the first time Taehyung will be going back to Incheon since that time he went sightseeing. He stayed there for just three days before, it was days after his phone notified him about your supposedly fifth anniversary. His emotions were all over the place because of the aftermath and the demanding work in the bakeshop around that time. So he asked Jimin for a very short break. He still hasn’t got a car then so he took the subway throughout the whole time. It was during his last day there when he saw a glimpse of you in the crowded subways of that city. He remembered you were in your scrubs, your hair was cleanly kept in a low bun, and you were walking opposite of his direction. Then, he blinked. You were gone in the crowded place.
“Good evening, sir.”
Almost forty minutes later, Taehyung arrived at the restaurant, Starry Night. He was greeted by the host as he entered the elegant place. It has a great ambiance, romantic. It is a fine-dining restaurant and seems like a perfect spot for dinner dates. 
He said his name when he was asked.  And while the man looked down at his guest list, Taehyung’s eyes traveled around the place. And not even a minute in, his eyes stopped at someone who he felt had been staring at him.
His eyes widened at the sight. A stunning woman, clad in a black dress, stares back at him with surprise. His mouth ran dry, he had to gulp. Now, he’s sure. He’s sure.
It’s you.
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[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]
i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering. 
narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!
narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should. 
this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night
so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative. 
my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day
TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist
[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]
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A regulus black x reader smut pls
Absolutely<3 also I am so sorry I forgot to post this sooner😭
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Regulus Black x Fem! Reader
Warnings: changed how the dorms worked kinda, fluffy smut, fingering, sleepy sex, cuddle sex, vaginal sex, no protection, cream pie, overstimulation, breeding kink
You had snuck into the Slytherin dormitory the night before to cuddle with Regulus. You really had only meant to cuddle for a bit before you left, but you'd been so comfortable you fell asleep with your face buried in the crook of his neck, and his chest flush with your own.
You awoke to the feeling of soft fingertips trailing along your sides, never going further than your hips, before tracing back up to the swell of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered open, and were immediately met with the soft dark curls that belonged to the love of your life. "Reggy, what are you doing?" You mumbled out sleepily, nuzzling further into him.
You immediately felt the problem. The rather large problem. He had a case of morning wood, and you could already feel the hot precum leaking from him. He buried his head into your nape, giving a small sniff and letting out a moan. "Do you want to.." He asked softly, rutting into me lightly.
The feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your pelvis made you whimper a little, giving him a little nod. "Please reggy..." He didn't hesitate, he tugged your sleep shorts down along with your lacy panties and slipped a finger inside of you. Surprised you let out a high pitched whine, and melded yourself into his body. He thrusted his finger into your sweet gummy walls quickly, soon adding a second.
The squelching of his large fingers fucking into you quickly grew loud, even louder when he dared to add a third, truly wanting you to be ready for him. Throughout this, you'd both continued to cuddle, it just felt so comfortable you didn't want to move. You assumed it was the same for him.
"Are you ready for all of me love?" His fingering slowed but didn't stop, pressing soft kisses to your neck. You only whimpered out a sweet yes, and the head of his cock immediately began to stretch your tender cunt. He let out a whiny moan as he buried the rest of himself into your velvety walls.
"Oh darling you feel so good," he whispered out, thrusts becoming faster and faster. You pushed yourself against his body even harder, face never leaving his neck. His cock soon was hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you, causing your vision to blur as the pleasure became to intense.
You let out a loud high pitched moan into his neck as you came undone onto his cock, which was luckily muffled otherwise the room next to his definitely would have heard. He groaned as he began to shoot rope after rope of his seed into you, still thrusting just as hard. You were about to get ready to go back to sleep, when you realized not only was he still hard, he was continuing to pump his seed into you.
Whimpering at the overstimulation, you bit into your lip before whining about how it was too much. "Just a little more my love, just a little... more..." He grunted loudly, as he continued to spill inside of you. "You like how well I'm fucking you, hm? Fucking my babies into you." You let out a silent scream of pleasure as his words were what pushed you over the edge once more, tears slipping from your eyes at the continued overstimulation.
"Yes reggy, give me your babies, want em all." He let out a moan at that, and his hips finally began to stil, as he spilled the last of him inside of you. He left his cock buried in you, but pulled you impossibily closer. "Gotta make sure it stays inside."
You nodded your head as you clung to him, already falling back to sleep. Your last thoughts are that of his cock buried deep inside of you, preventing his seed from slipping outside.
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Hope you enjoyed despite it being short<3
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Pack chapter 22
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison
Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.
Chapter summary: The morning after your night alone.
Chapter warnings: reader self-conscious including about her body, but nothing particularly detailed
Word count: 2.6k (long one!)
A/N: I forgot to add the last chapter to the masterlist when I posted it, which I have now done. Sorry about that! Make sure you read it first.
This fulfils the nesting square of my 2023 SPN AU bingo.
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Part 21 <- -> Part 23
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“Good morning Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Sam asked as I trudged into the kitchen.
I just groaned in response.
He chuckled, “You really are perfect for Dean. There's fresh coffee if you'd like some.” I nodded and he fetched me a cup.
I was halfway through before I thought of sharing my news. “Dean messaged me when he got to Claire, at like 3am.”
“Yeah, he messaged me too. He said he's going to work the case with her today, then decide if they stay for tomorrow. I think he realises she'll rebel even more if he dismisses her work.”
I nodded, focused back on my coffee.
“So what are we doing today?” I asked when I was feeling more awake.
“That’s up to you. We can do some more lore if you'd like, you can spend the day reading or watching TV, or you can put yourself in Madison's hands and let her go crazy keeping you entertained.”
I laughed. “Maybe we can do some lore and then I'll see if I'm up for Madi entertainment.”
“Good choice. Grab some breakfast and then meet me in the library. I'll fill Mads in when she's out of the shower.”
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Sam had me try reading some lore myself and try to make sense of it, all related to the topics we'd covered yesterday. I didn't realise how complicated killing monsters was!
After a while I was feeling tired and run down, so I headed off to Dean's room for a nap. It was probably just the poor sleep I’d had last night without Dean around. I snuggled into his pillow and fell asleep instantly.
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I woke later. I was not feeling better. I felt so cold, but I was drenched in sweat. My joints ached, it was hard to move them at all.
It took a lot of effort, but I made it to the door finally. I was going to call out for Sam and Madi, hope that they had medication for whatever illness must've struck me down.
I opened the door but felt out of breath with the effort of crossing the room. I had to get my breath back before I could call out.
Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps.
“Y/N?” Sam called, sounding worried. “We're coming.”
How did he know I needed him?
He rounded the corner a few seconds later, Madison hot on his heels.
“I think I'm sick,” I wheezed out.
“Omega, you're in heat,” he said gently. “I smelt it as soon as you opened the door.”
“But this feels- I've never felt like I was dying before!” I started to fall as I used up all my energy complaining. Sam quickly caught me and carried me back to Dean's bed. Now that he said it, I could feel slick gathering between my legs, but given how much sweat I was covered in, I hadn't really noticed before.
His phone started ringing. It said 'Claire Novak’ on the caller ID.
He answered and put it on speaker, “Hey Claire.”
“Sam! Dean just went into a rut and he is fucking mental! What the hell do I do?!”
I thanked my lucky stars that my body had settled on Dean, that our cycles had aligned. But now I just had to get to him, to be claimed. I shivered. What if my heat finished before I got to him?
“First, tell him Y/N is in heat,” Sam said to Claire. “It will reassure him some.”
“Sam says Y/N is in heat,” she said slightly muffled, like she'd turned the phone away. “He's growling, hang on.”
There were some strange noises and then Dean’s voice, much lower than normal, “Omega?”
“I'm here Alpha,” I managed.
“You... ok?” he sounded like speaking was hard for him.
“Yeah, I'll be ok.” I didn't want to tell him how unwell I felt.
Sam gave me a knowing look and said, “Alpha, can you put Claire back on? I'm going to work with her to get you two together.” Dean growled slightly throughout, but the sounds of the phone passing happened again.
“Sam?” Claire asked. “He didn't say anything, he just gave me the phone back.”
“Ok,” Sam continued, “The next thing you do is that you submit to him. If you start challenging him when he is in an unfilled rut, away from the Omega he is yet to claim, he is going to go feral. I recommend calling him 'Alpha’ and barring your neck if he gets antsy.”
“Great,” she deadpanned. The teenage sass was practically dripping.
“And then you get him back here, as fast as you can.”
“What about the case?” she asked petulantly.
“Claire, I promise, we will help you on this case. But this is literally the second time he has gone into a rut after finding his mate, their mating has already been threatened by factors outside their control. They cannot miss this opportunity. Plus I’ve got an Omega here who’s about to go through the worst heat of her life, she needs him.”
I gulped at Sam’s words.
“Ok, I get it. Sorry. I’ll get him back.”
“Thanks Claire.”
“Bye.”
Sam hung up and turned to me. “It's gonna be a while before they can get here, so we need to get you comfortable.”
“What- what if he doesn’t?”
“That's not going to happen. You've only just gone into heat, and even your normal heat probably lasts longer than one day?” I nodded. “This one is likely to be longer, and worse. Dean got to Claire in about half a day. There is plenty of time, Omega.”
I sniffled and he stroked my hair gently.
“How about we get you some painkillers and a cool bath or shower to try and drop this fever a bit, and then Madi can stay with you. I don't think you're going to want to be around another Alpha too much, but I'll help with the cooling down because I don't think you can hold yourself up right now. Does that sound ok?”
I nodded, too tired and achey to reply.
“I'm going to take off some of your clothes, ok?” I half-heartedly nodded. “Omega, I need your words. I'm not going to do anything you don't consent to.”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“Ok, thank you.” He started to pull Dean's flannel off me and I whined. “I know, I know, we’ll get back to Dean’s scent as soon as we can. Now, bath or shower?”
I shrugged. He kept gently removing my clothes until I was in just my underwear. I wished he was Dean. Partway through Madi had brought me painkillers and water, but I didn't feel any better yet. Everything ached and every so often I shivered, although Sam assured me I was actually hot.
“I'm going to carry you to the bathroom, ok?” I nodded and he lifted me up bridal style. I leant my head on his shoulder and, whilst he smelled reassuringly like Pack, I just wanted Dean. I started to cry.
“I know, I know,” he murmured reassuringly. “We’re gonna get Dean back as fast as we can, ok? And you're gonna feel a bit better soon. You're gonna be ok.”
He made it to the bathroom where Madi was standing next to the full bath. “Ready?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
He went to his knees and lowered me into the water. It felt strange at first and I clung to Sam's neck, but after a few moments it felt better and I let go of him.
“Now, ordinarily we'd leave you alone, but I don't think you're well enough for that right now.”
I nodded. I felt too weak to do much more, which was probably Sam's point.
Madi wet a face washer and put it on my forehead. I lay back and closed my eyes. I was starting to feel a little bit better. My joints weren't aching quite as much.
I relaxed.
“Hey, hey,” Sam said, tapping my face. I didn't know how much time had passed. “No falling asleep in the bath.” I blearily opened my eyes and tried to glare at him. He chuckled, “I'm not about to let you drown in our own house.”
I started to get uncomfortable, trying to find a way to position myself. And the water was starting to feel cold. Sam must've noticed my fidgeting as he said, “How about we get you out?” I nodded. “You wanna try standing up?” I nodded again and he reached in, lifting me out and gently placing me on my feet on the mat. Madi wrapped me in a towel.
I was still too sore to do much other than whimper as Madi dried me off. It was like having the worst case of flu ever.
Slick flooded out of me into my wet undies and down my legs. I saw Sam's nostrils flare as he smelled it, and he swallowed thickly.
“Are- are you ok?” I asked him, suddenly worried that he might be unable to control his reactions.
“Yes, sorry I scared you. I'm not going to hurt you. The scent of Omega in heat is just a bit, uh, overwhelming to Alpha senses. But it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile.
I felt like I knew what he meant. His Alpha smell was starting to get overpowering. I scrunched my nose up a little as I smelled him and he chuckled.
“I think you're entering the horny phase of heat,” Madi observed wryly. “Let's get you back to your room and we can kick Sam out before you start scratching him for getting too close to you.” Sam laughed.
“Huh?”
“I might have clawed Dean when he came into the kitchen and surprised me when I was in heat one time,” she said with a smirk. “He was literally just walking past but I, uh, reacted with claws before my brain engaged. Anyway, enough about me, I think you're dry enough.”
“Are you ok if I pick you up again?” Sam asked me.
I was still feeling weak and shaky, so I nodded. He lifted me into his arms and my skin started to crawl. I didn't like Sam touching me, he was wrong, wrong!
“It's ok, I'm going to put you down and leave in just a sec,” he murmured. I was holding myself tense, probably having my facial expressions tell the story of my discomfort.
I suddenly realised I was starting to growl.
I couldn't stop.
He placed me on Dean's bed and hastily backed away. I grabbed Dean's flannel and rubbed it over my face, utterly enthralled with its scent.
“Message me if you need anything,” he said to Madi. “I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything from Claire or Dean.”
He left. I stopped growling.
“Alright, let's get you out of those wet things,” Madi said.
I tried to reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but my arms were too weak to undo it. I started to cry, scared and annoyed about what was happening to me.
Madi sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my back. “I promise, it'll get better. I think you're feeling rubbish right now partly because of your massive fever, and partly because you're away from your mate. When Dean gets here, I promise it will get better.”
“Omega biology sucks.”
“Oh, so much! Ruts look way easier to get through than the shit we have to put up with.”
“Was it like this for you? I didn't expect to feel this much like I’d been hit by a truck.”
“No, I had Sam with me. So whilst I felt bad when it started, we pretty quickly got to dealing with it. And it sucks you don't have Dean, but he is on his way. You just gotta hang in there for a bit longer.”
I sniffled. More slick flooded out of me, for no apparent reason, and I felt weirdly like my skin was missing something. I started to fidget, trying to work out what I was feeling.
“Ok, ok, before you get all antsy, let's get you in fresh clothes.” I’d almost forgotten my bra and undies were wet from the bath, so distracted by the various painful and strange sensations from my body. I let Madi help me out of them and into a pair of summer pyjamas.
I grabbed Dean's flannel again, rubbing it over me. Then I smelled his pillow, bringing that to me too. I tried to wrap them around me, whining when it wouldn't work.
“You ever built a nest before, Y/N?”
“Huh?”
“I think you’re trying to nest. Hang on,” she pulled out her phone and tapped away at it.
 I couldn't focus on what she was doing, I was too busy trying to work out what to do with Dean's things. I'd positioned myself over his side of the bed, throwing back the covers so I could smell it better. I kept moving his pillow and his flannel around, but it just wouldn't do what I wanted. I was starting to shiver again, and Madison held her hand to my forehead.
“Fuck,” she muttered, “you're burning up again.”
A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Sam pushed a laundry basket of clothes in. I growled at him. I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it. He quickly shut the door.
I finally smelt the clothes, now that Sam's wrongness had gone. Dean!! I reached out weakly to the basket and Madi picked it up and brought it to me.
“I asked Sam to get all of the clothes out of the hamper that were yours or Dean's and smelled like Dean. I thought you might like to use them in your nest.”
I purred at her and set about arranging the clothes. I don't think I've ever purred in my life.
I had to admit, now that I was putting things where they felt most right, I was clearly making a nest on the bed. I was surrounding myself in Dean's scent, picking up each item and carefully deciding where exactly to put it.
Once it was done, I tried to position myself in it. It wasn't big enough. It wasn't quite right. I wanted Dean!! I whined.
My skin was feeling strange again. I tried to scratch it to make myself feel better. But it wasn't quite itchy? It was something else. I rubbed it. Yes, that was better. But it still wasn't right.
I moved my hands around on my body. It felt a bit better. But not enough. Now I was getting frustrated that it wasn't feeling better enough.
I whined again.
“Where are your toys?” Madi asked me.
“What toys?”
“Sex toys. Can't you tell you’re getting super horny?”
Oh. Maybe that's why my skin felt weird. And why it didn't feel like the right touching. It didn't feel like normal arousal, and I’d been so distracted by everything else, I hadn't even recognised it.
I moved my hands lower. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and approached my clit. Fuck it was sensitive right now!
I tried to get Dean's scent. I tried to find the best way to be in my nest. I tried to rub myself, but it felt like trying to tickle yourself. I wasn’t getting anywhere. My skin was crawling again and my joints were aching. I was so annoyed!
Madi appeared in front of me. I had forgotten all about her. She held out her hand.
“Try this,” she said as she handed me a vibrator. “Trust me.”
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agoodficforchii · 1 year
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10% Battery Remaining
Fandom: Genshin Impact (Slight Modern AU)
Pairing: Albedo, Alhaitham, Cyno, Tartaglia x Reader (Separately)
Summary: Genshin characters and them letting you borrow a charger
Word Count: 816 for all about 160-260 for each
Warnings/Extra Notes: Slight cursing (Lmk if there's more!)
Albedo:
He would be so fascinated by the fact that you left your house with your phone almost dead and didn't think to pack a charger
Would probably stare at you a bit before silently passing over the charger
A very quiet but slightly judgmental interaction
Walking to an empty table in a far corner of the small library, you look down at your phone and notice the low battery warning. Cursing under your breath you start to look around for a familiar face hoping to ask them for a charger. During your frantic search you notice an absurdly tall stack of books at a table. Intrigued, you try looking around the stack and to your luck the boy behind it was someone you knew. Kinda. The boy was none other than the young genius Albedo. It would be a stretch to say you guys were friends, at most you guys would say hello in the halls. But you guys did share a class together so you decided that it would be fine to ask him for a charger. As you approached the table, Albedo seemed to notice your presence and look towards you. With a small smile you proceeded to ask if he had a charger you could borrow for a few minutes. There was a few seconds of him just staring at you before he slowly handed over a portable. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you thanked him. As you were reaching for the charger Albedo added,
“You can sit here if you wish…”
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Alhaitham:
Imagine approaching him-
I’m sorry he’s hot and that's scary like I would let my phone die 
But since you’re the main character OBVIOUSLY he would… 
Probably ignore you I'M SORRY I CAN’T SEE HIM DOING ANYTHING
You were desperate at this point. You had walked out this morning in a rush and hadn’t noticed your phone was almost dead. Now you’re seated at the local tavern for lunch, trying to find a way to charge your phone. You were going to ask someone for a charger but decided against it, since you weren’t about to ask someone you don’t know. You considered making your own charger (you were an akademiya student, surely you could) when you caught a glimpse of gray hair walking past your table. While yes everyone knew Alhaitham, you were one of the few that had any sort of interaction with him outside of work. Thanking the archons above you started to approach him getting ready to ask him. But much to your surprise (not) Alhaitham had completely ignored you. Deciding you had embarrassed yourself enough you ended up asking one of the waiters if they had an extra charger. If it makes you feel better though he felt bad after realizing he was ignoring you (he didn’t mean it I swear)
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Cyno:
Did I really just add Cyno to this to make bad jokes?
Maybe.
But anyway! Assuming you guys are friends, he’s sweet, would give you a charger
You were sitting at a table with Cyno catching up. Both of you are very busy people and since you were busy you didn’t have the time to check up on little things. Little things in this case being your battery percent before you left the house. You were showing Cyno something on your phone when the low battery warning popped up. Cyno tilted his head slightly while asking if you forgot to charge your phone last night. You take a look at your phone to see what he’s talking about and finally notice how low your battery is. You let out a small laugh before asking if Cyno had a charger with him. He took your phone and plugged it into the charger he was using. 
“This reminds me of a joke. Do you want to hear it? I bet it will shock you.” he asked with a slight smirk, getting ready to explain it.
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He would give it to you
But dear lord the teasing
(kinda enemies here)
You thought you charged your phone last night but, apparently not since your phone was dangerously close to dying right now. You were in the school lunchroom, the perfect place for multiple people with chargers. Surely one person would lend you their charger… Right? WRONG! You had asked at least seven different people and none of them lent you one. Now you could always ask Childe, but do you really want to? He clearly knew you needed a charger, he had his out and wasn’t even using it. Groaning, you decided to swallow your pride and ask him to borrow his. Childe’s smirk grew wider with each step you took towards him and honestly you were stupid to think he would just hand it over. No. This was Childe. Why would he?
“Now now, what’s the magic word?”  he asked wearing a huge grin.
Note: I wrote this in a car at like 2 in the morning im sorry ALSO I GOT THE CYNO JOKE FROM MY FRIEND I LOVE HER OMG (i couldnt think of one help)
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kissingtruth · 1 year
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what could've been | diluc ragnvindr x reader
warnings: use of weapon, slight violence, cheating, lower case intended, spelling and grammar mistakes
summary: there is no one to blame other than himself.
"you are pathetic, diluc ragnvindr." you seethe angrily, the grip on your polearm was deadly. you caught diluc out with another woman, you clearly had been blindsided by this. as far as you were aware, your relationship with the dawn winery master was perfect, he even said so himself just last night. his sheer audacity to look sad and defeated in front of you was insulting to you.
diluc attempted to approach you, but you pointed your weapon to his chest. "not a step closer, ragnvindr." you threatened.
"i'm sorry." he spoke with the last remaining dignity he had.
you laughed, momentarily lowering your weapon before readjusting your stance, causing the tip of your polearm to dig into his chest. you wanted him to hurt in every way imaginable. "i don't need your apologies. i don't need you to explain what the fuck i saw." you began, your eyes not leaving his. he couldn't keep eye contact with you.
"look at me when i'm talking to you ragnvindr."
diluc's eyes hesitantly met yours. he was not used to this person before him. he knew you as soft, loving, and warm. the you standing in front of him was a far cry from the person he fell in love with. pure and unadulterated hatred was evident in your eyes, you may not have a pyro vision, but the fire emanating from you was burning him. he knew that there was no one else to blame but himself. he brought this upon himself. he betrayed your trust and your love. you are only acting accordingly.
"i have nothing to say to you." you lower your weapon, the fire in your eyes never seizing. "i'll be back in 2 days time to retrieve my belongings." you turn around, beginning to walk away but diluc acts hastily and grabs your elbow.
your body reacted for you. one moment your fists were clenched by your side, the next it made impact against diluc's cheek. you were shocked by what you did, but did not make it obvious.
"don't fucking touch me." you spat before finally leaving. leaving behind a pained diluc.
diluc watches as you disappear from his line of sight. the pain of your punch was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. but again, he brought this upon himself the moment he decided to meet up with the other woman behind your back.
from that moment on, diluc watches you live your life from the shadows. he watches you heal and rebulid yourself, with an aching heart, he watches you fall in love again. he watches the life he could've had.
your children live happily, your daughters have a striking resemblance to you. he thinks if his and your children would've had shared features or would they come out looking like you or him. but that's all he can do, imagine what life would've been like with you by his side.
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nov 7 update: I just realized I forgot to add in a warning for the cheating aspect of the story T-T I am so sorry for my negligence.
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ruby yew is not for the faint of heart. for the last four years she has lived off the land-- her current campsite is next to an active volcano. dating prospects around active volcanoes are...slim. ruby wants a life partner who can keep up with her explosive (heh) lifestyle. 
so the natural next step was to trick six sexy singles into competing for her affections on national tv! for the duration of the challenge, ruby and the potential lovers will camp out on a private island. and by “camp,” i mean camp. each competitor will be expected to fulfill their fair share of chores-- cleaning, cooking, laundry, fishing, gardening, repairing all of the things that will inevitably break...and so on. with so much work to do, will the sexy singles have time to find.....love?!?!?!? 
read on for rules/requirements! and if it wasn’t clear: this is a casting call hehe
contestant requirements: 
1. diverse sims are highly preferred-- ethnicity, gender identity, body shape, etc etc etc. i love sims that feel real! bonus points for identifying any quirks or oddities that can be used as a storyline in the challenge. give them negative traits, give them weird hobbies..whateva
2. cc can definitely be used but please try to keep it somewhat minimal/be okay with the fact that i will add/change outfits and may potentially swap skin overlays to match my game. please list cc used thank yewwww 
3. must include tray files, sorry if that’s a problem! you do not/should not include the cc used. i do not have access to the gallery :(
4. you don’t have to give your sim skills, but please give me a general idea of their talents and interests so i can assign them skills accordingly!!
5. occults are okay, but ruby IS afraid of two kinds of occults so it’s like russian roulette. 
3. please tag me in your sim’s post, and if i don’t like or reblog it within a day or two, send me a message! 
okay take a breath 
basic rules of challenge:
1. each cycle will last 3 days. i will aim to go on at least one solo date and one group date during each cycle. the “rose ceremony” happens on the night of the third day. one contestant will be eliminated during each rose ceremony. 
2. eliminations are entirely vibe-based. i will take into account ruby’s relationship with the sim/the sim’s relationships with the competition, their attraction/general affinity, and the events of their dates. i’m going to try to let autonomy take over as much as possible, so i’m going to take special note of their autonomous interactions.
3. solo dates may be chosen at random or (more likely) as a prize for winning a competition. competitions will be based games as well as homesteading tasks, like...who can harvest honey without angering the bees. and so on. the sims will remain at camp during the entire challenge, but dates will take place off the lot. 
4. i reserve the right to create more rules as needed HAHA
excited to see ur sims!!! terrified that i will receive no sims HAHA in which case...you never saw this this never happened
I FORGOT TO ADD: ideally submit sims by the night of sunday jan 1st but if you need an extension just lmk!! i want to start playing before my semester starts LOL
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cato616 · 9 months
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PREDICTABLE FEELING (part four)
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kendall roy x fem reader
note: sorry i haven't been posting!! I've been kinda busy with uni and some other stuff
summary: it's the day where kendall finds out about your transfer to, not his dad, not shiv, but his brother roman; oh the many emotions that will build up once he finds out about this decision of yours.
parts: pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3
content/warning: angst?/ fluff, degrading from roman? jealousy
You knew what effects it would have on kendall, being now the assistant of roman, in this case, knowing his history, he's not the type of person you would want to work with; kinda gross, pretty mean to his employees, actually that's pretty much everyone in the Roy family, but doesn't empathize that much like the rest, although he does from time to time, and oh, he has a type, but mostly has it for everyone he works with. Those are a few reasons why kendall will find this infuriating.
It's the next morning, and you're sleeping still; it was a long night of course. In your sleep, you were dreaming about being alone, in an abandoned city, no one in sight, full of green and large buildings surrounding you, nothing but yourself out there, until, you turn around and there it was kendall, kissing a mysterious woman behind you, so you tried to avoid it and started running, and as you may know, running in a dream, not really easy; may I also add, you were half naked, the dream was turning into a nightmare almost, kendall and the mysterious woman started to laugh at you, and you couldn't escape even when you had a whole city you could run around to. In conclusion, insecurity: check.
There was tho, an unfamiliar sound in that dream, like buzzing; The sound turned out to be from your phone, your eyes open, and immediately tried to grab the cellphone thinking it was an alarm, however, it wasn't an alarm, it was someone calling you; you rub your eyes, attempting to get your sight straight, you got out of bed, cleared your throat, and answered the call. "yes... who's this?" It was an unknown number. "wakey wakey dummy... uuh sorry I think I shouldn't talk to you like that from now on." You stand up from your bed, it made you react, it was roman on the other side. "I'm calling from an unknown number because someone tried to kill me and-" Roman starts chuckling, you weren't that amused with his attempted joke, as he tries to stop to compose himself so that he could continue talking to you. "sorry, I think this new decision of yours, made my life a little more interesting, this call by the way it's from my driver's phone, I forgot mine at my office-" Everything from last night were a bit of a blur. "wait- sorry, what... decision?" You didn't want to look unprofessional but you had to ask anyway. "I'm pretty sure it's you working for me? don't you remember?" You froze, as you connected those blurry fragments from when you were about to go to sleep, writing that email to roman. "right! yeah sorry, I just woke up, I remember." You did recall writing roman addressing your needs to transfer, of course, all because of kendall; that you do remember, he even appeared in your dream. "...sure, so I'll be there at my office shortly, you should be there too." You didn't know if you were crazy or if roman's voice was sounding mischievous, as if he was planning an evil scheme, but again, you were the one planning the whole thing.
Walking your way to Waystar, you kept thinking if this was the right call, was this revenge? trying to hurt kendall? or just to avoid him? The only thing you know is that it came over you just like that, last night; so, if deciding in a matter of second the need to be away from kendall, must be because of something.
You finally get to roman's office, he greets you first. "oh hey hey, come on in, quick." He didn't even let you speak for that matter, he was also very quiet, and quickly closed the door behind as soon as you stepped in. "so?... sorry, i really do wanna ask, how did he take it? did he start punching into walls or talked like an idiot... I am hurt, what you did wasn't cool, it wasn't, I didn't like it-" Roman was mimicking kendall in a mockingly way, as you stood still in front of him, analysing the situation. "... don't know why he's so direct and serious when confronting someone, he's a weird guy I must say, my poor brother." You zone back in. "hold on... what do you mean? I didn't tell him anything." Roman eyes lit up with excitement but he's brows showed confusion. "what do you mean you didn't tell him? he doesn't actually knows you're not his assistant anymore? that's- I feel like that's mean, was it supposed to be mean? or you just forgot?" Roman hit you with a hundred questions at a time, you back off a little bit. "all i can say, is that it was personal, and for even that reason, I decided to transfer, to you." Roman mockingly gasps as if he has heard the most interesting gossip. "I guess I misjudged you after all." You could read his face and whole body as he leaned closer, and his pupils dilated, that he was, flirting? It was surprising, but for some reason, you didn't want to stop him. You were hurt enough from yesterday to know you shouldn't let yourself hide crawled inside a cacoon; no, you let it flow. And because of that, roman seemed a bit stunned with your attitude, which it was, not stopping him. "mhm... weird you didn't fall back... you must really be touch deprived." holy shit. That's all you could think of.
As this weird tension was building up, someone stormed in the office, it was Kendall, you didn't think you would see him this early. You pushed yourself away from roman right after he walked in, you were on edge, mouth sealed, with eyes wide open. "roman what the hell it's this text you-" Kendall looked up, and sees you, he becomes speechless. He tries to slowly get closer to you, to say hi, and to talk; but you back away with your head bent down. Roman steps in the middle. "sorry bro, she's not yours anymore, I am in charge here." Kendall felt really jumbled with roman's cocky statement. "wha- what do you mean? is this what the text was about... hey, y/n what's happening here?" His eyes were looking at you when asking to you, but you were looking down the whole time. "yeah... it seems she's not answering to you, only to me." Roman shrugs, he's enjoying this. "you're gonna need to leave we have work to do, do you mind?" Roman slightly pushes kendall out of the room, as kendall tries to stay inside, couldn't take his eyes off of you, waiting for the slightest info to come from you. When roman got him to the door, he tells him to look at him, as he quietly speaks. "it wasn't my decision here, sorry to disappoint you, but it looks like someone preferred better quality time..."
Kendall frowns, his whole face is pure sadness, however, you didn't know, that his heart shattered a little bit, on the outside, on the inside tho, big time. His mind kept circulating back to last night, if he was crushed then, imagine this right moment. He began to feel in denial, of everything he was going through, he didn't need to be heartbroken, but here we are. Roman was waiving at him from behind the glass, as kendall felt pressured to leave, but again, hasn't taken his eyes off of you, hoping you two could lock eyes at any moment. For you, it wasn't revenge anymore, it was hurtful, for both of you, but, you have made your decision, it was too late to back up. Right before kendall left, he stopped staring from the other side of the glass, as he felt low-spirited, walking down the other way, with much less energy. "wasn't it too much?..." You asked roman feeling really guilty. Roman still watching his brother leaving that floor. "uuh- probably... can't believe he still gets sad like that." Roman did felt bad about it, but still kept on teasing his brother. He turns to you and focuses back again. "so, long story short, mostly it's just calls and coffee, I have other people who does more important stuff like that." Hopefully you didn't just downgrade your payment.
You were all day following around roman, and thankfully, he was easy on you, you thought it would be worse, but your mind wasn't at all calm, since yesterday. As for today, you've been distracting yourself a lot. "hellooo... come back- is your battery dead or something... hey!" Roman claps right in front of your face; you jumped and came out of trance. "sorry... I heard you, and yes, I've made that call this morning, she said said they would be glad to meet and make arrangements." Roman smirks, feels like a winner. "great... stay here, I've gotta do something else." You had no idea was roman was talking about, but it didn't sound too important, so you didn't care and stayed put, scrolling through your phone. At one point something catches your eye, you looked sideways, where the bathroom where, at the end of the hall; it was kendall going inside. It triggered you seeing him, you panicked, the dilemma was holding you back, gripping onto your pants, determinating which angle should you stand on; the obvious one, talk to him about this situation, maybe an apology... or avoid any sense of drama and move on. He was so close for you to make amends, just walking down the hall. Roman didn't come back yet, so you impulsively react, and decided to stand up, go straight to that bathroom.
Strong walk, really determined, looking straight to that door like if it were a matador and you the bull, about to face all kind of confrontation you're not comfortable with. However, as soon as you get to the men's bathroom door, you stopped walking, you start to get nervous, almost hyperventilating, this talk, not really your style, yours would be, not talking. But there you were, about to face him. You took two deep short breaths, look over the two sides of the hall, monitoring if anyone were witnessing, all clear, so you entered, slowly, trying not to make a sound. You walked in, silently, examined the restroom, lowered your torso enough to see how many feet there were inside, scanning each cubicle. There was only one, and you knew it was him. Only you and him in there. You hear a zip from his zipper, then opened the door of his cubicle, you jumped and hide behind one of those.
You didn't know why you were hiding in the first place, you were already inside, and he was going to see you there anyways, so, while he was washing his hands, you reveal yourself. Time to not make this awkward.
"hey, ken..." Kendall jumped, clearly thought he was completely alone in there. "jesus, you fucking scared me..." He laid back, zoned back in. "what- are you doing here?" you moved closer to him without saying a word, neither did he. You could spot some shine in his eyes the closer you got. "I wanted to talk about yesterday..." Kendall frowned for just a second, like an instant reaction. You try to get yourself together, to let out those words you had in your mind, avoiding his looks, while kendall was gazing at you. "it was all... probably a mistake, it happened all very quickly... so that's why I decided to-" Kendall puts his hand on top of yours, that was already resting on top of the sinks countertop, that's when you finally lock eyes with him. "in my opinion... it wasn't a mistake, I know that you tend to be insecure about this, I know who you are... but, you deserve to have some fun now and then... sorry I couldn't give that to you."
Something about that speech he probably had prepared down to tell you, made you vulnerable, and made you realized that perhaps he was right, it wasn't wrong. He looked a little bit embarrassed, thinking you may agree with him, but you tho, were making full straight eye contact, contemplating him whole. While making eyes at him the full time, you slowly moved your hand to grab his, making a slight strong grip. It was a non-verbal gesture, very much your style, to let him know that you forgave him, and wanted to have that fun he was talking about. Kendall glanced over your hands, and then back to you, he understood what you were trying to say. It was with him
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joekeeryswife · 11 months
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Disaster Date - J.Q
hello angels! yes this is part of my nursery teacher joseph story!! sorry it’s taken me so long to write for him! i wrote this in 5 hours and i hate it but it’s a fill in chapter so i can continue with the story! i hope everyone is doing well ⚠️throw up warning⚠️ enjoy reading my loves 🩷 nursery teacher series
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it had been a month since Joseph had asked you out and the dates had been constant. every Saturday the two of you would do different things whether the two of you went to the cinema, or for dinner or even just the two of you being in your apartment cuddling whilst watching tv.
Joseph didn't care what the two of you did, you were getting to know each other in your own way and he loved it. whenever Lizzie was there (which was rare because you didn't want to confuse her) she was ecstatic to see her new favourite person. Lizzie and Joseph were really close and he didn't want to be obvious to the other kids but she was definitely his favourite student.
she had finally come out of her shell and wasn't as shy as she was before he met her. well, she was still pretty shy in public places but in the classroom or in your apartment she was confident and it was so overwhelming to see. your beautiful girl finally having some confidence and the only thing you could do was thank Joseph.
he had helped her and you were so grateful. you and Joseph had spoken about your relationship and about how you should keep it a secret, it was unprofessional and the other parents would definitely judge the two of you. it wasn’t any of their business but it was just a precaution the two of you wanted to take for Lizzie’s sake.
it was another Saturday and Lizzie had been sick all night and all day and you’d never seen her like this. she was fine Friday morning and evening then she woke up vomiting all over her ‘big girl bed’ as she liked to call it. she had never been sick and it hurt your heart to not be able to take the pain away from her.
she was still so little and you felt helpless. she had been sobbing for hours and no amount of pain relief would stop it. so you were sat on the sofa with a sobbing Lizzie. she felt boiling hot but was tell you she was freezing so you had put a thin blanket over the two of you. the sick bowl was next to you just in case she was sick again and with the way she was acting you were just waiting for it and you were right, she would throw up yet another time.
it was around seven when you heard a knock at the door, it had been thirty minutes since Lizzie had last thrown up and her tears were still there but she wasn’t sobbing. you were confused but stood up, holding onto Lizzie tightly making sure the blanket didn’t fall off her body. you opened the door and saw a smiling Joseph dressed in a comfy t-shirt and some jogging bottoms.
“what are you doing here?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. his smile faltered “it’s Saturday? you asked me to come round yesterday” you slapped your forehead and sighed, you had completely forgotten it was Saturday and you had planned a movie night with him.
“i’m sorry i forgot to call, she has been sick all day and it completely slipped my mind, sorry” you rubbed your forehead in embarrassment, how could you forget you two had been seeing each other every Saturday for the past month. “it’s okay, i can come another day if you want?” you shook your head and moved to the side so he could come in.
“it’s okay, you don’t mind her being here do you?” he walked in and took off his shoes. “not at all” he smiled sympathetically, looking at the poorly girl in your arms. she was practically asleep now the only traces of tears were the tear streaks on her cheeks.
the two of you walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Joseph wrapped his arm around your shoulder which made you cuddle into him. you breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes as you felt at ease for the first time that day. you were so tired, looking after a sick baby had worn you out.
“she been really sick?” Joseph asked looking down at you. you nodded, running your hand up and down Lizzie’s back as she finally fell asleep. “you have no idea” you just couldn’t help but feel bad for your poorly girl.
“i’m really sorry i forgot about tonight, it’s just been so stressful-” Joseph hushed you, not in a rude way just to stop you from apologising again. “i promise it’s okay, Lizzie is your main priority and always should be. you’re a really good mum so what you forgot one date” he somehow always knew how to put your mind at ease.
“have you eaten today?” your heart melted, Joseph really cared about you and you’d never had anything like this in your life before and you were just grateful he came into your life when he did. you shook your head, you’d given Lizzie a few pieces of plain toast knowing she would probably throw up anything else you made her but you had forgotten to feed yourself.
you had been so worried about Lizzie eating didn’t even cross your mind. “now that was silly wasn’t it” he joked making you laugh along with him. “i’ll order us food, you choose what to watch, i chose last time. do you want me to take Lizzie after? so you can have a break” he handed you the remote and looked through the different food options.
you shook your head again “it’s okay, thank you though. i think if i move her off me right now she’ll probably cry again” you scrolled through the different channels, picking a random film on Netflix and felt his arm go back around your shoulders with a small, delicate kiss placed on your forehead. you looked up at him and smiled, he was just so caring.
“i’m always here if you need me” he took his eyes off of the tv and looked down at you. you were smiling at him before he leaned down and kissed you. it was quick and wasn’t the first time the two of you had kissed but each time it made your stomach fill with butterflies. it was safe to say you were definitely falling for him and you weren’t complaining about it.
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goldenkiwistyles · 4 months
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Warnings: mentions of periods, death/grief, drinking problems and bullying, angst.
Based of this ask
Courtney’s pov:
Today really isn’t my day. It started of with the jocks nicking my bag and teasing me because I was to short to grab it of them. Then the ‘popular girls’ came over to me in English and were making fun of my hair (which I rather like). When I told them my dad did it for me it made the situation 10 times worse. Smart move Courtney. This was a regular though. Every morning the jocks would tease me some how and the popular girls would make fun of me in some way. What makes today especially horrendous is the fact my period had started the night before and I have p.E next. Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against sport (I’m an avid football player) but p.E is torture . I haven’t made many friends at school because they only want to be friends because of who my dad is or they think I’m a liar and don’t believe that my dad is the one and only Harry Styles. This means I generally end up on my own in p.E and I am always the last one to be picked when it comes to team sports. Add the fact that my uterus feels like it’s being ripped apart in me. Not fun.
My dad usually writes me a note asking if I can be excused from p.E knowing how bad my cramps can sometimes get but we were in a rush this morning and I forgot to ask him. I tried reminding my p.E teacher about this but he is an old Crusty man who has never had to experience a period before so forced me to do it.
Reluctantly I head to the changing rooms and slip my Kit and trainers on before heading out to the field. “Right girls today we will be doing tennis so spilt up into pairs, grab rackets and a ball and start practicing your hits.” Already knowing I’m gonna be on my own I head over to the edge of the court and mindlessly throw my ball about. “Look at her she’s such a pathetic loner. That’s what you get for lying about who your dad is.” I hear the popular girls talking about me and I try and ignore it but it’s not that easy. “I bet her dads a right weirdo if she’s willing to say that her dads Harry Styles. I mean how gullible does she think people are. She must be a nut job like her dad if she thinks anyone will believe her.” My eavesdropping is interrupted by my teacher calling my name. “Yes sir?” He motions for me to go over to him so I do. “Why aren’t you participating in the class Courtney?” I can hear the girls laughing at me because I’m getting told off. “Er sir there’s no one for me to practice with.” “Doesn’t matter Courtney. That’s not an excuse for you to do nothing for an hour.” I start to get frustrated because that’s what I do every lesson and mr Smith never seems to give two fucks. Just as I’m about to fight back someone yells “Oh my God look at her shorts.” All the girls suddenly turn and look at me some looking sorry but the majority of them bursting out laughing. Mai the ‘leader’ of the popular girls walks over to me and Mr Smith sniggering. “Hey Courtney you might want to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror you have a huge stain on your shorts. Which is absolutely disgusting. Is your personal hygiene really that shitty?” I stand frozen absolutely mortified, hoping Mr Smith will say something. He doesn’t. “Sir your just gonna let her talk to me like that?” Mr Smith scoffs. “She does have a point that is rather disgusting.” My eyes fill with tears shocked that a teacher would say that. Before I can process what’s happening I’m running out of the tennis court, through the sports hall, back into the changing rooms, grabbing my phone, looking myself in one of the shower cubicles and dialling my dads number. He answers in the third ring, confusion lacing his voice.
“Hey Cori baby you ok?” My sobs become louder at the sound of my dads voice. “Hey hey peanut why are you crying? Has something happened?” I can hear him frantically putting down whatever he was doing and running out to the car in case he needs to come get me. “I want to come home daddy.” “Why baby what’s happened?” “I don’t want to say I just want to come home.” Harry easily gives in very rarely ever saying no to his daughter when she’s upset. “Ok baby I’ll be there soon. Can you head to the reception area so I can pick you up?” My heart races at the idea of having to leave the changing rooms on my own and risking bumping into anyone from my class. “No daddy don’t want to. I’m to scared.” “What if I get one of the receptionists to come and get you and walk you down?” “No daddy I want you to come find me. I’m not leaving with anyone but you.” “Courtney your not making this very easy. I can’t go wondering around the school looking for you that’s why I said I’ll get one of the receptionists to do it. Ok peanut?” My breathing starts to get irregular and more tears stream down my face as I panic. “Please daddy your the only person I trust.” I hear his breath hitch as he processes what I said. “Ok peanut I’ll work out a way for me to come find you. I’m gonna have to hang up so I can focus on driving but first i need you to relax baby. Can you do that for me?” “Ok.”
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Harry’s pov:
Once I’ve finally calmed Cortney down I hang up the phone and start driving over to the school. I’m worried. Courtney can be a bit of a drama queen and can sometimes throw a tantrum better than her three year old sister at twelve. But never this bad. Also she called me daddy which she very rarely does anymore, mostly just when she really upset. What ever happened must of been really bad. It’s times like these that I wish her mum was still around. My wife died six years ago when Courtney was seven in a car accident. It affected us both greatly but especially me. I was a 26 year old musician with a seven year old daughter and a music career that was just beginning. I had no clue what to do. I spent most nights out drinking and fucking random girls while touring, trying to fill the empty whole in my heart meanwhile my daughter was stuck at home torn because not only had she lost her mummy but her daddy to. This continued for a year until one of my one night stands ended up pregnant with my beautiful baby girl. This served as a wake up call. I needed to get my shit together because not only was I having a baby but I had a daughter at home waiting for me. Even six years later my wife’s death affects me. Hell I only started driving again a few months ago. But I’ve learnt that no matter how shitty I’m feeling I have to be there for my baby girls.
I pull up outside the school, haphazardly parking my car before rushing inside. “Hello I’m Mr Styles, my daughter Courtney Styles called me in tears because somethings happened and I need to take her home.” The receptionist looks at me in shock before leading me to the changing rooms. “Let me just make sure there’s no one else in there Mr Styles before you go in.” She quickly checks the changing rooms before letting me in. I run straight over to Courtney glad that she’s mostly ok. “Oh baby what happened.” I go to pull her into my lap but stop when she protests. “Peanut what’s wrong? What happened?” Tears start to fill her eyes. “It was so embarrassing daddy. Everyone laughed at me!” She takes a deep breath before telling me what happened.
“….. and then everyone was laughing at me because I had leaked and stained my shorts.” My blood boils with anger. How could I not know this has been happening for months? How could a teacher be so unprofessional? “Oh baby shh it’s ok. I’ve got you now.” I pull her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her to make her feel safe. After a while Courtneys cries have lessened so I gently place her back on the ground so I can stand back up. “Come on then let’s get you cleaned up. I grab her a pad from her bag hading it to her before shutting the door so she could have some privacy. Eventually she comes out with mascara stained cheeks and watery eyes making my heartache. “Here peanut put this on it’ll cover your shorts.” If we were in any other situation I would laugh at how big my hoodie was on her. She was practically drowning in it. “Ready to go.” She nods so I grab her bag and take her hand in mine leading her out of the changing rooms smiling at the receptionist who helped me find her. Just as we round the corner a gaggle of girls come in from what I assume is the sports hall. Instantly Courtney is hiding behind me not wanting her classmates to spot her. “Oh My God your Harry Styles!” Shit. Three girls come running over screaming excitedly. “Hello girls I can’t talk right now I need to get my daug…” “what are you doing here Harry? How come your not at the studio or something?” Courtney starts playing with my hello kitty t-shirt, something she’s done when she’s nervous ever since she was her sisters age. Her movement causes the girls to notice her hiding behind me making their expressions sour. “Harry you do know there’s a random girl clinging onto your t-shirt? Her names Courtney she’s a bit of a weirdo. Always lying. Her best one is that your her father. How far fetched is that.” The girls who I have now realised are the ones who are horrible to Cori burst out laughing. “Hey no one ever speaks to my daughter like that ok? And even if she wasn’t my daughter that wasn’t very TPWK of you. Now if you will excuse me I’m taking my daughter home.” With that I shove past them dragging Cori behind me.
As soon as we get in the car Cori breaks down again. “I’m so sorry for not telling you about this sooner daddy.” Confused I hold her cheeks in mine. “Cori baby you know that doesn’t bother me. What’s really wrong.” Her bottom lip begins to quiver. “I miss mum.” Those three words are all it takes for my heart to break in two. “Oh baby I know. I miss her too. So much.” I pull her into my chest, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Come on baby let’s get you home. You can have a nice bath. Also Molly is with her mum tonight so it’s just us two. We can curl up on the sofa, watch a movie and eat as much junk food as we want.”
Six years ago we were broken into pieces. Continents apart when we both needed each other. But a tiny baby named Molly brought me and my daughter back together and now slowly we are repairing each other.
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I got a bit carried away. It wasn’t meant to be this long or angsty. 😂
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kisisbie · 3 months
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No Strings Attached | 2
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Chapter index: chap 1 , chap 2
✰ authors note: I know there hasn’t been a whole lot of geto at all but I promise he’s coming within the next few chapters 🙏
Word count: 3.6k
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Starting the weekend off by throwing my phone across the room wasn't the best, but what made it worse was that I forgot to actually turn off the alarm.
So here I am, laying in bed, with cold feet, staring at the ceiling, and that stupid alarm still going off.
I whined, sitting up and aggressively tearing the sheets to the side. Throwing my feet off before I stood, in my scrunched up sweatpants and tank top that was now shifted in a very unflattering way. The chilled air hit me like a train as I walked over to my phone, still buzzing on the floor.
Bending down slowly, I grasped the phone, flipping it over to stop the repetitive noise. Before pressing stop, I noticed a note I had added to the alarm the night before.
Squinting my eyes I read, “Don’t forget to feed dog.” I racked my brain, trying to understand what it meant in my sleepy state.
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Last night.
Gojo let me pick my favourite local coffee shop to grab hot chocolate, with the three boys that left with us.
It wasn’t anything special but the customer service was great, and the drinks were even better. Haibara picked a booth near a corner window, sitting in it as he and Nanami chatted.
Gojo, and I waited in line, along with the boy who had long dark hair. As we waited, Gojo scrolled on his phone, leaning on the counter. I however was much more interested in the more reserved boy who stood with us.
He stared off at the menu, as I admired his unique appearance. A thick black line ran across his nose, I figured it was a tattoo, it suited him though. He had a bad case of insomnia too, or maybe it was just eye shadow?
I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. His hair was done up in two buns, pieces fell out around his face, framing it nicely.
Not to mention his jaw line, he had such a pretty side profile. I was too deep in thought to notice the line had moved, though Satoru calling my name took me out of my trance.
“Whatcha want?” He asked, looking over his shoulder as he nudged me with his elbow.
I looked at him confused for a moment, “Oh, sorry. I’ll just get a regular hot chocolate with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows.” It wasn’t anything special but it didn’t need to be, the hot chocolate here was so good.
He nodded, looking back to the girl at the register. While I looked back to the boy I was admiring earlier, though this time he was already looking at me.
Trying not to make myself seem like some antisocial freak I smiled at him, but he looked away, leaving me slightly butt hurt.
Gojo, having already ordered for everyone, started asking more personal questions to the girl working there, “Where do you go to school?” He asked with a flirtatious smile.
I rolled my eyes, looking back to Haibara and Nanami, deciding to wait with them instead. As I got closer to the table, Haibara smiled, moving further into the booth, making room for me.
Sitting down, I made eye contact with the blonde boy sitting across from me, greeting him with a smile.
The table went silent for an awkward amount of time, before I started looking around the caffe. The warm interior was so nice, the wood lining the walls, and all the little brown accents and patterns.
My attention was brought back to the table once Nanami started speaking with Haibara again. I felt it was rude for me not to add to the conversation as well, “Are you guys on the same hockey team as Satoru?” I asked, looking between the boys.
Nanami nodded, “Unfortunately, he’s our team captain.” He stated in a tone that seemed disappointed.
Haibara interrupted, “He is our best player though! Very talented.” He added looking over at Nanami. He didn’t want to offend me, knowing I was close with Gojo.
I giggled at Nanami’s wording, “Unfortunately? Is he as arrogant with you guys as he is usually?” Looking at Nanami as I asked.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, the cushion on the booth dipped beside me. Along with Gojo scooting in beside Nanami, sliding different drinks to everyone seated at the table.
Though, he slid the boy with the nose tattoo his drink a little too hard, causing some of it to spill over his black hoodie.
“Shoot! Sorry bout’ that Choso.” Satoru apologised, looking for napkins, to no avail. “Crap, I didn’t grab any when I got the drinks.” He groaned, bringing his palm to his forehead.
Holding onto my warm paper cup of hot chocolate, pleasantly warming up my finger tips, “I know where some dispensers are, I could go get some.” I offered, knowing this place like the back of my hand.
Choso sat silently, looking around. He seemed a little out of it. That all changed when I tried to squeeze my way out of the booth, climbing over his lap.
Choso looked down, putting his hands up, not sure what to do. Now stuck, I looked up at him, feeling extremely embarrassed, “Sorry, could you maybe shift over that way a little?” I asked reluctantly, pointing out of the booth.
One of his arms moved up, grabbing the top of the seat, to help push himself out of the booth. He stood off to the side letting me get out, as I quickly ran to get the napkins.
As I pulled some out of the dispenser, I internally smacked myself for being stupid. I could’ve just asked him to get out in the first place? I thought ,walking back to the table.
I was thankful that everyone had already resumed their conversations, handing Choso the napkins I collected, “I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t thinking.” I laughed it off awkwardly.
For the first time since I met him, he smiled, “ Don’t worry about it.” He said as he got up to let me in the booth.
About an hour had passed when everyone had finished their drinks, and were just talking about random events. Throughout the night I learned a lot about two of the three boys, Haibara and Nanami had been friends since childhood because their families were close.
Choso didn’t say much, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. I looked over at him a few times while we sat and talked, he was looking around the caffe, but he seemed happy.
It was all going relatively well until Gojo started talking about his friendship with me. By no means was my history with him bad, but I was a peculiar child, with lots of embarrassing stories.
“This one time in fourth grade, Geto convinced her that the guy she had a crush on liked her back.” He started mischievously, leaning over the table with one elbow propped up.
I stared at him, letting him continue for the sake of the conversation, knowing exactly where this story was going. To make matters worse however, the three boys at the table had their eyes glued to me as Gojo spoke.
It was getting dark outside so I planned on leaving after this story, “So at lunch one day, she planned to ask him out while he was playing four square, while Geto and I sat and watched.” He could barely hold in his laughter at this point, needing to take pauses in between words.
I fidgeted in my seat, avoiding eye contact as I crossed my arms over my chest. Satoru couldn’t hold in his laughter, bursting out cackling before he started again, “And when she finally went over to him, just as she was about to ask him-” He wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before he was gasping for air, wheezing.
Through gasps he spoke, “SHE GOT HIT WITH THE BALL AND FACE PLANTED!” He practically howled, his eyes tearing up.
Placing my hand over my face, I shook my head. “Gojo it’s not that funny, I’m sure something like that has happened to everyone-” Nanami spoke before gojo interrupted him with yet another loud wheeze.
“OH BUT IT GETS WORSE!” He paused trying to compose himself so he could tell the story properly, because up until now it’s been 85% laughing and not being able to breathe.
Haibara was leaning in, trying to keep himself from smiling as he listened, “When she got up…” Gojo paused again, keeping himself from laughing, “She continued asking him out with a bloody nose in front of everyone.” For the fifth time that night, he started losing it, flailing his arms in the air laughing like a mad man.
Apparently it was so bad even Nanami scoffed, before Choso spoke up, “Did he reject her?” He asked Gojo. I looked up at him as he asked and he too was smirking.
Satoru could only nod in response as he tried to catch his breath. While I, looking for a way out of this situation, tapped Choso on the shoulder, asking him to step out.
He looked down, nodding as he stepped out giving me room, still smiling though. I grabbed everyone’s empty cups before making my way to the garbage.
Just as I arrived, throwing the cups in, a barista with short brown hair tried catching my attention, “Hey, you.” She called, waving me over.
I looked up from the bin to find her leaning over the counter, she smiled once she had my attention, “Could you tell your friend with white hair to quit talking so loud?” She lifted her chin towards Gojo.
He was bound to get us kicked out at some point, “Yes, sorry he tends to work himself up sometimes.” I apologised by rubbing the back of my head.
She nodded, still smiling. When all of a sudden she started staring at me with her eyebrows furrowed. I tilted my head to the side, not sure what she was doing when her facial expression changed once again with her eyes blown wide as she smiled.
“Oh I know you!” She said smiling, shifting her weight back onto her other leg crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re my friend's new roommate.”
I cocked a brow, I don’t have a roommate though? Why wasn’t I told I’d be getting one?, “I didn’t know I had one? Is she new?” I asked, looking for answers.
“Yea she’s new, took a year off before applying, which she did a little late.” The girl explained, “She’s really smart though.” She added before finally introducing herself, “I’m Nobara.”
A little shocked with how quickly the conversation was moving on her part, I just smiled and nodded before looking back to the table, “Well, I hope to see you around campus, but I better get going.” I waved back to her as I walked away.
Approaching the cozy booth the group was sitting at, I took my phone out of my back pocket to check the time. Turning it on, the screen read 6:20pm. “I’ll get satoru to drive me home in a bit.” I thought, as I groaned remembering all the school work I put off doing. Sliding my phone back, now standing over the table.
I didn’t bother going through the hassle of climbing back into my spot, instead deciding to lean against the booth with my arms crossed.
Choso was talking to Satoru, explaining how he had an early morning lecture he had to attend. Satoru responded with an exaggerated “That sucks.”
I couldn’t quite hear what Haibara and Nanami were talking about, so I continued eavesdropping on Choso and Satoru’s conversation.
Rolling his eyes at Gojos half assed response, Choso continued, “The thing is, I won’t be able to feed Panda.”
Looking up from the empty packet of sugar he was fiddling with, Gojo cocked his brow at Choso, “Who’s Panda, and why can’t they just feed themselves?” He asked discarding the packet, propping his chin up on his palm.
Choso shook his head, scoffing, “My dog, Gojo, you've met him before.” Immediately Satoru sat up, “OHH, I MISS PANDA.” He shouted, before I smacked him on the back of the head.
“The barista is going to kick us out because of you.” I scolded him, as he looked up at me rubbing his head, mouthing the words, “I’m sorry.”
“Anyway,” Choso started again. Both Satoru and I looked back towards him. “I need someone to feed him at 6 tomorrow morning, I’ll pay you too.”
“I would love to, but I’ve got training at five.” Gojo slumped in his seat, seemingly disappointed.
I cleared my throat, I’m not much of a morning person. But I love dogs, plus this would give me a chance to get to know people on campus better, I thought.
“I don’t mind waking up a bit earlier, and all my lectures are in the afternoon.” I spoke up.
Choso looked in my direction before smiling, “Great, could I get your number so I can text you the details.”
“Oh- yea, for sure.” I stood up straight as I watched choso search through his jacket for his phone, handing it over to me.
I grabbed the phone from his hand, quietly typing in my number as the others put their jackets back on, getting ready to leave.
Looking up from the phone, Choso was also putting his jacket on, effortlessly pulling it over his baggy shirt he was wearing underneath. Waiting, I looked around, my attention drawn to the barista from before, now wiping down the counters.
“You’re getting a ride with me right? Hurry up, Suguru is waiting for me.” Gojo called. I looked over at him, now waiting at the door with the rest of the guys. “Yea sorry.” I mumbled, awkwardly scurrying my way over.
Choso had seemingly forgotten that I still had his phone, I tapped him on the shoulder, holding it out so he could grab it.
He turned around, noticing what he left behind, “Sorry about that.” He chuckled quietly, “I completely forgot you had it.” He apologised, taking his phone back.
I nodded, smiling as I turned to the door, following Satoru out after he stood holding it open. The warm smell of coffee was replaced with the crisp winter breeze, tucking my face into my jacket, following Satoru to his car as he waved to his friends.
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My eyes widened as I realised what it meant, “PANDA!” I shouted in realisation, finally shutting off the alarm.
I set my phone face down on my bed, now only covered by the plain white under sheet because the duvet was now crumpled on the floor. I walked over to the bathroom, switching on the lights and immediately squinting my eyes as they adjusted to the light.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face I walked back over to my bed, sitting down as I picked up my phone, noticing a notification from my messages.
Clicking on the notification, the number was unknown. I figured it was just Choso from the context of the message though.
I quickly changed the contact name to Choso (Satoru’s friend), before reading the text more thoroughly.
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Choso (Satoru’s friend)
: don’t mean to wake you up too early
: Panda is pretty behaved so you shouldn’t have too much to worry about
: when you walk in his food bowls should be to the left of my desk near the back, his bag of food is in the small closet looking thing
: he only needs 2 cups in the morning
: oh and dorm room is 406, left the door unlocked
5:30am
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I wrote down the instructions in my notes app, looking at the time, 6:04, “Crap-” I hissed throwing my phone to the side as I ran over to my closet, throwing on a random sweater, before shoving my phone in my pocket and sliding on my crocs.
After locking my door, I pulled out my phone again looking for the text with his dorm number.
I stood in the dark empty hallway, bringing the phone to my face before I realised, “His dorm is right next to mine.” I mumbled to myself looking over at the door next to me, the numbers reading “406”.
Shaking my head, I walked over to the door. Just as I grasped the door handle, I heard aggressive sniffing coming from the small crack under the door.
I took a step back, kneeling down with my head parallel to the floor as I peered under the door. I was met with what looked to be a big brown nose, still smelling around from the other side.
“You must be Panda.” I giggled, pushing myself off the ground. Slowly turning the door knob, hearing scurrying on the other side, as I pushed the door open.
With the door now fully open I was met with a very excited golden retriever, sitting as he wagged his tail aggressively, he whined as I closed the door quietly.
I started walking over to him, kneeling in front of the dog. The second my knees hit the ground he bounced up with a wiggle, jumping over to me, and attacking me with kisses.
Once I finally got him to calm down, I stood up, noticing the glint of two metal dishes next to a desk. It was hard to see in the dark room but I figured those were the bowls Choso was talking about.
Sliding my crocs off at the front, I walked further inside the dorm. It was nice, there were vinyls covering one wall entirely, along with posters, all of which I couldn’t make out with the lack of lighting.
Looking over to my right I noticed a closet, this is the one he said the food was in right? I thought, opening it, only to find clothes. I shut the door, looking around for something else resembling a closet.
On the other side of the room, a smaller dark brown closet sat. Tip toeing over to the brown closet, I opened one side and was met with the familiar smell of dog food. My nose scrunched slightly as I opened the bag.
I turned around to get Panda’s food dish when something poked my lower thigh. I jumped, unsure what it was, until I looked down to see a very happy pup with a bowl in his mouth.
“Such a smart little man.” I cooed in a baby voice, crouching in front of Panda as I rubbed his ears. He responded by another one of his little wiggles.
I gently took the bowl from his mouth, placing it on the elevated surface in the closet, reaching my hand into the bag and grabbing the cup buried under the kibble.
Scooping two cups of food into the bowl, I closed the bag, along with the closet and carried the bowl to the stool it was previously sitting on.
Placing the food down I backed up, watching Panda waiting for him to immediately go for the food, instead he sat, looking up at me expectantly.
I tilted my head, looking around. What was he waiting for? “Go on.” I whispered quietly urging him to eat. To no avail.
I thought back to how my aunt gets her dogs to eat, “Yes, go eat?” I said unsure about what words to use.
I sighed, pulling out my phone to text Choso.
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Me
: how does your dog work?
6:08
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After sending the text I looked back up, Panda still sitting with his tail going a million miles an hour. My phone buzzed, picking it back up to check my texts.
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Choso (Satoru’s friend)
: what?
6:08
Shaking my head, I rephrased the question.
Me
: he won’t eat his food, he’s just sitting there
: watching me
6:08
Choso (Satoru’s friend)
: lol my brother conditioned him to eat by saying “Yum yums” in a baby voice
6:08
: I know it’s stupid, but I haven’t been able to change it.
6:09
Me
: I would have never guessed if I hadn’t texted you
6:09
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Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I looked back to Panda, now laying on the floor, still staring up at me.
“Yum yums!” I said in a high pitched voice hoping he would finally eat his breakfast. And that he did, he immediately ran up to his food dish, eating like he’s never been fed before.
Leaning against the chair at Choso’s desk, I hummed to myself waiting for Panda to finish his food, when I heard rustling in one of the two beds in the dorm.
Startled, I stood upright, walking closer to the bed making the noise. Once I got closer I noticed a human shaped lump under the navy blue covers.
If Choso had a roommate why couldn’t they have just fed Panda? I thought backing up to leave seeing Panda wasn’t completely alone.
As I quietly made my way to the door, walking around the bed, a figure sat up frantically, breathing heavily.
I stopped in my tracks, looking from the figure to Panda who didn’t have a care in the world as he gobbled up his food.
“Who’s there?!” The person spoke up, their voice was shaky. When I didn’t answer, they turned over, pulling a chain on the lamp sitting on the bed side table, turning it on, revealing me frozen in place.
I couldn’t focus my vision with all the adrenaline pumping through my body, but as I studied the figure I noticed they had pinkish untamed hair.
There’s only one person I know with pink hair, “Yuji!?”
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lo-fi-charming · 9 months
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life's little hurdles (chapter 1 snippet)
hey guys~ one thing i wanted to do for @jondaisy-week was finally start writing and posting the next part of my jaisy series (after a months-long gap //weeps)
you can read the full chapter here on ao3, but if you'd just like a little peek for now, here's the first segment for tumblr!
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“Oh! It’s… Tonner, right? You on break?”
Daisy looks up. It’s Maxwell, another security guard. He’s not very familiar to Daisy — works upstairs mostly. She wonders why he’s here. They’re in one of the long, quiet hallways leading from one exhibit to the next; not much more than a few artifacts behind glass cases here. 
“No, not exactly,” Daisy admits. She straightens up but keeps her right leg stretched out. After a second of hesitation, she lets her hand go back to her knee, gently massaging. “Just taking a seat for a minute.”
“Tired from just standing around all day, huh?”
Daisy rotates her jaw. “Knee pain.”
“Really?”
Pulling out her cell phone, Daisy reluctantly adds, “Had an accident a few years ago.” 
Maxwell looks like he’s about to say something stupid, but that’s when Daisy’s phone begins vibrating in her back pocket. Surprised, she quickly fishes it out. It’s Jon.
“I need to take this,” Daisy announces, and gets to her feet as quickly as she can without straining anything. Usually her knee isn’t this bad, but she banged it against her dresser last night it hasn’t stopped aching since. Ignoring the dull pain, Daisy hurries out through one of the staff-only exits. 
She steps out into one of the little back gardens that’s reserved for staff to sit, smoke, and eat their lunches. There are only two people there at the moment, so Daisy feels fine grabbing a seat for herself at one of the empty tables. The chairs out here are uncomfortable, with armrests that dig into her thighs, but Daisy decides it’s still better than standing as she swipes her phone to accept the incoming call. 
“Jon? Why are you calling me at work?” 
“I’m sorry, I’m- We’re very busy today, and I can’t just sit around and text, but I had to- Oh, dammit-”
For a moment, his voice sounds far away, and Daisy thinks she hears a clatter. In the background, there’s another voice, speaking too softly for Daisy to understand what they’re saying. When Jon returns, he sighs and explains, “Sorry, I dropped my phone, I was holding it with my shoulder.” 
“...Right. What’s so important you’ve got to call me when you’re so busy?” 
“W-well, I wouldn’t call it important, exactly. I just wanted to see if you were available for dinner tonight? I meant to text you last night, but got busy and forgot.” 
“Ah.”
“I apologize for this coming at such short notice.”
Daisy barely thinks it over before she says, “It’s fine. Do you want me to pick you up from work?”
“That would be convenient! What time are you off today?”
“Five.”
“If you don’t mind waiting for an extra half-hour, that should be fine.”
“You lot really swamped over there?” 
“Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s ridiculous, honestly! We- No, sorry, I won’t get into it right now.”
Daisy hums, amused. “Sure. We getting up to anything tonight?” 
There’s a pause. Daisy waits, taking a moment to glance around the garden. One of the other staff members is doing a bad job of pretending she’s not listening to the conversation. When her companion, who’s seated facing Daisy, notices she’s looking, she reaches across the table to smack her friend’s arm and whisper something. 
Daisy turns away. Jon still hasn’t responded. “Jon?”
“It- ah- Not exactly? Maybe? I’d, uh, rather not get into it over the phone,” he says in a low tone, like he’s trying to make sure no one overhears.
“That sounds like a yes to me.” 
Jon makes a frustrated-embarrassed noise. “We’ll talk about it later!” 
“Right, right, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll see you later.” 
Jon grumbles a goodbye; Daisy chuckles as she hangs up.
Read the rest on AO3!
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corgiplays · 2 years
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Robin knew that the night she died she never really died. There was no bright white light or burning pits of Hell, it was just dark. She could hear what was going on around her, she could hear the sobbing of different people, someone was pulled off of her and cold kiss was pressed to her temple before everything went still. Not exactly still she heard whoever was around her leave, she heard the ground split open and remembers violently opening her eyes as her body jerked off the ground pushing her forward enough that she landed on her hands and knees. A burning pain worse than her wounds radiated from the top of her head to her toes. Then the horrible sound of her bones cracking was the only thing the, only sound in the gray place. Robin screamed in agony feeling each and every bone break under her skin, the bone jutted out but never broke the skin it was under. She collapsed as her spine pulled its self out pulling her skin and muscles as the bone molded itself back into something bigger. Her legs followed after her spine, her feet elongating as claws and the size of her feet ripped her combat boots into pieces. Her legs shifted and molded under her skin, she could feel her skin moving with the bone as if her skin was clay being molded. Muscle that wasn't defined before ripped over the bone. Her ribs shattered and molded back again thicker and bigger allowing for her organs to expand to fit in her new body. The head and arms were the last things to shape into her new form. Her teeth fell out and her jaw broke only to form a muzzle. Her arms reformer into something bulkier and bloody chipped black nail polish became black dagger length claws. All the while her skin started sprouting matted golden-brown fur with black accents along her mouth and ears. Robin's screams of agony turned into howls of pain till suddenly her visioned blacken and her world turned quiet.
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A beast standing at 10 feet tall looked around the gray place. It's senses filled with the smell of decay and rot but the world was silent. It's body ached from not being used to this new form. The beast started to move it didn't want to stay where it found itself something about the place reeks of blood, but there was no creature to who the blood should belong too, it was unnerving for the predator.
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The Mind Flayer watched as one of the mortals who managed to foil it's general's plan and kill him become something of its own creation. It rumbled in curiosity as a disfigured black bird landed on it's shoulder.
"Watch her for me Basar, I wish to know how she will act with this curse." The black bird dipped his head in agreement before it's four wings took flight in the detection that the beast took. As the Mind Flayer started to walk away allowing his eyes to keep tabs on his new monster, it felt a prickling long it's neck a faint feeling of goosebumps as the mortals called them. His warrior has returned.
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Oh boy, Robin's being studied
I'll explain the lore behind the Mind Flayer in this universe in a post later but enjoy Robin in pain as she goes through her first transformation
Also lore on how Upside Down Lycanthropy works will come but I want it to be like Robin is figuring it out for the first time
To save people from googling Basar means visions or sight and the black bird is actually a secretary bird but with the Upside Down it evolved into a dark grey/black color and has 4 wings
Well enjoy :)
@ronance4everbrainrot want me to tag you in these ?
(Sorry forgot to add that Robin transforms after the two day time skip in the show just in case people didn't get that)
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not-krys · 10 months
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Rating: Teen Pairing: Lucifer x Miriam (OC) Summary: Miri brings Lucifer some coffee Notes: Nightbringer-flavored Obey Me but nothing really spoilery here aside from the premise of MC being brought back to the past; based loosely on the Devilgram story in the 'Healing Lucifer' card and the chat Bittersweet with Lucifer in the original game; angst-flavored; emotional hurt and comfort; guess it could technically count as unrequited love? Or its unrequited love that used to be requited but isn't right now because of Nightbringer's timey-wimey shenanigans? Requited that becomes unrequited and then requited again? Idk. WC: 1977
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Miri knew better than to directly say no to Lucifer when he all but commanded her to come to his room. Had they been in their proper time and selves, maybe Lucifer would have been softer on her and she could placate him with some coffee and an apology, but this time's Lucifer… He was younger, fresh from the Celestial Realm and the pain that came from his fall. 
And she was a stranger to him. Memories that filled her heart didn't exist in his yet. Days filled with happiness and with tears, all nestled within her, now she held onto these precious moments alone.
Reminiscing while making some coffee for him as an apology for refusing orders, she remembered how she had made him a cup with different beans than usual and how he teased her about how much she must love him, to give him something so unpleasant to the tongue. When she had tried to apologize, he only laughed, telling her that the beans were Hell Coffee Beans. They were supposed to taste bitter because when one prepares them for someone they're fond of, it brings out the bitterness of the bean, thus why he could guess that she cared a lot about him because of how biting his coffee tasted. He then made a point to drink every last drop in the cup, drinking up all of her feelings, he said. Her cheeks warmed at the memory.
Now, however, she had to contend with him barely knowing her or how much she cared for him and his brothers. Plus she had blatantly ignored his order to see him by going and playing video games with Mammon and Levi, so she didn't have a lot of points in her favor.
Thankfully, there were no magical coffee beans in the pantry this time, so she wouldn't have to deal with embarrassment of another accidental confession, or possibly more of his wrath if he didn't know about the amorous Hell Coffee Beans yet.
Instead, she made a regular coffee, black, nothing sweet or creamy, just the way he liked it. At least, how she knew he liked it from her time. Would this time's Lucifer still like his coffee black as his new (to him) wings?
Just in case, she brought along some creamer and sugar set aside, in case he wanted it. Just in case, just in case, she told herself.
She walked on eggshells towards the familiar door, the carpeted path just as she remembered it. She knocked softly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth, waiting for that old booming voice to yell or scold her, as it had so many times since she had come here, both here in the past and in her present.
Instead, there was no response. No 'come in, attendant' or even a grunt to acknowledge he'd heard her.
"…Lucifer?" she tried, her voice soft and timid, an apology ready on her tongue.
No response.
She took in a calming breath, steadying herself in case he did want to yell at her, and pushed the door open, the familiar sight of looming bookshelves and a roaring fire almost bringing tears to her eyes.
The long hours she had spent in this room, listening to music with Lucifer, talking the night away, sometimes falling asleep on his shoulder if she had been tired enough, and even the rare occasion where he would nap on her shoulder instead. She bit her lip, pushing down the heartache that was surfacing against her will.
Deep breaths, she told herself, deep breaths. Might have been a bad idea as she still had hot coffee in her hands, the bitter smell tickling her nose and making her wince.
Miri looked around the room, finally spying the eldest of the demon brothers, sitting in a chair with his red gloved hand cradling his face, eyes closed in slumber. The scowl was still present on his face, yet it was softened in his rest, the corners of his mouth just turning up to give him the softest of smiles. 
She then saw the piles of papers at the table in front of him, all having to do with the future building of RAD, the one she and all of them loved so much in the future. There was a sort of energy and excitement flowing through her, seeing the very beginnings of what would change her life forever. Something that she wouldn't have seen in her natural lifetime.
Still, the old familiar bitterness settled over her as she was reminded of her situation. She wasn't one of the founders of RAD. She probably shouldn't be seeing any of this. She shouldn't even be interfering with this time. She shouldn't even be here at all.
Yet despite what her head told her, she couldn't stay away from her brothers, from Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. She loved them too much to stay away. Couldn't stand not helping them.
Instead, she set the coffee cup down, taking in deep breaths again. She refused to start crying again. She had already cried enough for a few lifetimes here, wiping at her eyes just to be sure there wasn't any dampness on her cheeks.
That moment, she heard the familiar rumble of the Avatar of Pride, his deep crimson and black eyes zeroing on her, the sleep heavy in his voice.
"You're late."
She kept her back to him, making a show of straightening up the papers.
"Sorry, I was busy."
"You were playing video games with Mammon and Leviathan."
"I had already promised them that I would. And I don't like breaking promises already made."
Lucifer grumbled and rubbed his forehead, letting out a deep sigh.
"No matter."
He stood, towering over her, and raised an eyebrow.
"You brought coffee?"
"As an apology. I did blatant ignore you to play video games with the others. I figured you'd be less angry if I had something to make up for my transgression."
"Hmph." Lucifer smirked, reaching for the steaming mug. "You didn't add any sugars or creams?"
"I wasn't sure what you liked," Miri said after a pause, holding up the creamer and sugar, "so I brought some with me."
"You didn't bring any coffee for yourself?"
"N-not a big fan." Instead, Miri had a small cup of water. She didn't live at the House of Lamentation currently, and it was getting on in the night. She didn't want to be bouncing off the walls around Solomon. Definitely not.
To her surprise, Lucifer threw his head back and drank the coffee, adding no sugar or cream, shaking his head as he swallowed. Miri gasped.
"Y-you could have added in the-"
"Don't need it." he coughed, taking some measured sips now. 
Miri sighed in relief, taking some sips of her water.
"Does it… taste alright?"
"It tastes like coffee." he said bluntly, though his lip turned up slightly. "For someone who claims to not 'be a big fan,' you sure know how to make a strong cup."
"I made it like that for…for someone who liked it that way." Miri explained, "he… he liked it strong and bitter."
"He, huh." His lip corner lifted higher. "He must care a lot for you, to be able to take something so acidic and not complain about it."
Miri froze, lowering her head, looking at her shoes, a gift from him ages ago. Her pink bangs hid her eyes, her lip taken between her teeth.
"He… he loved bitter coffee, especially when I made it. Always complimented it."
Lucifer blinked, his eyebrows raising in confusion as Miri's came closer together.
"A strange thing to be complimented on."
"He was a strange one." Miri almost choked on her words. "But… that's…that's neither here nor there."
She raised her head, swallowing hard, putting on the bravest smile she could manage.
"But, you seem to like it that way too. I'm glad."
Lucifer started, watching as a sliver of dampness slid down her brown cheek. He frowned.
"You may not realize it, but you always have the saddest look on your face whenever you look at my brothers… especially when you think no one is looking." 
He reached across to her, his gloved hand soaking up her solitary tear. 
"Is looking after them that painful to you? I can do something if-"
"No, they just…" she swallowed, "they remind me of…  of my family."
Lucifer's eyes widened.
"We… got separated. They're somewhere far… far away. Somewhere I can't reach them. I don’t know when… or if, I can see them again."
More of her tears started falling, the glow of the nearby fire making them like falling amber gems. Lucifer kept his hand on her cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"I miss them so much, Lucifer," she choked out, taking a tight hold of his wrist, "And they're… they're so far away and I can't… I can't…"
She hid her face against his chest. Lucifer breathed in sharply, relaxing only after a few of her sobs escaped.
"I'm sure they miss you too." he said quietly, "losing one's family is never easy, especially with the possibility of never seeing them again."
Her tears fell faster, making her bury her face further into him. Lucifer rubbed her back, trying to calm her sobs.
"I'll talk to Lord Diavolo tomorrow. About searching for your lost family. It distresses my brothers whenever they see you miserable and anxious. And myself as well."
Miri sobbed harder, glad that he was willing to help, but she knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. All Lucifer could do was hold her and rub her back affectionately.
"She was a crybaby too," he muttered to himself, "and a big troublemaker, just like you. Do you cry this much for your 'him'?"
He pulled her onto the nearby couch, letting her curl in his lap, keeping her face in his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, the pink strands catching on his gloves.
He didn't know how long he held the small creature in his arms (and most certainly didn't think how comfortably she fit in his arms), just that her sobs eventually did calm down to soft hiccups, still refusing to face him however. He rubbed her hair again.
"Stay tonight." he commanded softly. "you're in no shape to go out on your own. I'll inform Solomon you're staying here tonight."
He glanced at his D.D.D on the far table.
"You'll have to get up so I can reach my D.D.D."
He received no answer aside from soft snores. Lucifer chuckled.
"You're refusing direct orders again, attendant."
She still gave him no answer, only cuddling closer to him in response. 
"You're being astonishingly affectionate towards me in spite of loving someone else, I hope you're aware. You would be making your strange coffee lover jealous, I'm sure."
He pulled her closer, moving her head so it rested more comfortably on his shoulder.
"I say that, yet I can't help but feel jealous myself, that someone else holds your heart so tightly instead of me. It's a strange feeling, attendant."
He looked at the blazing fire, lost in thought.
"Why do you evoke these feelings inside of me? Is there something I'm missing here? Some secret I'm not privy to?"
The fire crackled loudly, the amber glow reflecting in his eyes. He sighed, defeated.
"You will reveal your secrets to me, Miriam," he rested his cheek on her head, finding her hair pleasantly soft to his touch, "One way or another, I'll find a way. To get you to talk. To tell me all your secrets. To stop that pitifully depressed look on your face. To see your true smile. To see you happy again."
He closed his eyes once more, letting out a soft sigh.
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