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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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toji, the dick-slinging slasher 🍆💦 🔪❗️- toji fushiguro x fem reader

🍔: first jjk fic EVER and it's crack lmao.

🍔: this was too good for me not to write

🔪: prompts from the wheel of misfortune, i can't help myself

🔪: includes horror prompt from beyond the grave & kink prompts sir kink, clothed sex, filming/recording, food play, & size kink

🔪tagging: @bastardblvd, please don't kick me out of town for this mess of a fic 🤣😭

🍟:4.0k words

🍟:warnings: crack, slightly dubcon, non-penetrative sex?, cursing, dirty talk, spitting, age-gap (reader is early 20's, Toji is..undead) & spongebob dialogue. reader is squidward, basically.

🍟: this is not to be taken seriously! mcdonalds!manager!aki and denji from grimetown make appearances.

🍟: loosely based on my experience working in fast food.

🍟: banner made by me on pic collage

🍟: dividers by @/firefly-graphics

"Finally. 10 pm." You let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

You had just finished mopping the entire lobby over again after a group of late-night stragglers had came in and ordered twenty McDoubles, extra pickles. What a strange order.

One of them even tried to get into a verbal altercation with you because he claimed that his sandwiches had no pickles and accused you of not giving him any.

You don't even work the fucking line; you're a cashier, for Christ's sake, even if you’re in the process of being cross-trained.

After dumping the dark, murky mop water outside the front door, you began to roll the bucket back to its designated area in the back of house.

Back there, Denji, your manager's weird associate, was picking at the leftover food from the dinner rush like a scavenging raccoon.

"You're not supposed to be back here." You gave him a deadpan look.

"You're not supposed to be back here," He mocked you, "Fuck that, I'm starving."

"Then go home and make something to eat?"

"Nah, this'll do." He unwrapped a McChicken that had probably been sitting there since lunchtime.

"You're about to have diarrhea out of this world."

He just shrugged.

You went on about your business with your other little housekeeping duties then took off your headset and nametag once you were done.

God, I hate this job.

You'd just finished university a week ago and upon your rejection of your dream graduate school, you ended up having to move back to Grimetown and live with your parents.

Your old-fashioned parents who don't believe in their grown children moving back home unless they have a job.

So here you are. Working at Mcdonald's with a fresh bachelor's degree under your belt.

"I'm going home. Later, Dingy." You pulled on your coat and grabbed your purse.

"Alright, and it's Denji."

"That's what I said, 'innit? Peace out."

Denji rolled his eyes at you just as Aki came out of the office. "Hold your horses, Y/N. Where do you think you're going?"

You froze, hand poised to open the door.

"Uh, home? It's almost ten-thirty."

Aki pulled a cigarette from under his hat, turned one of the grills on to light it, and then stuck it between his thin lips.

"No, you're not. I've decided that I'm going to keep the store open 24 hours now. More money for me-I mean you. Money for you."

You gave him an incredulous look and removed your hand from the door handle.

"What?! This place is a shithole, it's not built to run 24 hours!"

As you said this, the lights started flickering.

"See!"

"Denji, stop that!"

"Sorry."

Aki looked about ready to give up on life but he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.

"Anyway, here's the keys. You'll switch out with the morning shift at 6 am. Have fun. Don't burn the place down, no matter how tempting it may be."

You didn't know what to do, so you just stood there with your mouth open.

"I can't believe this shit! You can't just leave me here by myself all night!" Snapping out of your little trance, you followed after the dark-haired man.

Aki turned his body halfway to meet your gaze, half-smoked cigarette still between his lips.

“You won’t be by yourself. Denji is here with you.” As if that was supposed to put you at ease.

“What? You can’t leave me here with him; he doesn’t even work here!”

Denji hopped down from the counter and strutted over to the two of you, chest poked out.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N. I’ll take good care of you~” He then smirked as his eyes trailed over your body in your too-tight uniform shirt and pants.

You swear that bastard Aki purposefully ordered your garments two sizes too small, causing you to have to literally squeeze your assets into the God-forsaken red shirt and black pants every other day.

"You stay away from me." You pointed an acrylic fingernail at Denji without taking your eyes off of Aki.

"No way you can leave me here with Dumbass all night."

"It's Denji."

"That's what I said."

"Oh, but I can. You stay or you're fired. Simple as that. See you later!" He attempted to give you both a half-hearted wave, but you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.

"Where are you going?"

Aki looked at you befuddled - are you actually whining?

He gently brushed you off of him and removed the cigarette from between his lips.

“I’m going home - where else? I have a life.”

"I have a life, too, ya know!"

Denji snickered. "How can you? You live with your parents."

“You shut up! No one asked you!” You retorted before sulking off to the back again.

_____

Toji didn’t know how to feel after he was killed by Gojo.

He thought that he’d at least go straight to hell, but apparently, that didn’t happen. Now here he was, in the middle of some…weird ass town in a shitty graveyard where the tombstones were poorly maintained. Damn, did anyone in this piece of shit town even tend to their dearly departed?

“This shit sucks…” Toji complained as he pulled himself out of a shallow grave that someone must have dug and threw him in unceremoniously. After brushing the dirt off his broad shoulders with his one good hand (only hand), he stretched it above his head and yawned.

The town ahead of him was dark, with only a few lights on of some apartment buildings, houses, and businesses that were crazy enough to run their power bills up by staying open all damn night long.

Like one certain McDonald’s….

_____

“Hey, Y/N, look at me! I’m uploading thirst traps to my Instagram story…at night.” Denji winked at you and clicked his tongue, waving his iPhone in his hand.“When else would you upload them, Dumbfuck?” You replied blandly as you lazily flipped through a magazine.”Whoever is thirsting over you is clearly blind or just desperate.” You added.

“Oh, that’s harsh.” He frowned. The two of you were just sitting around, bored out of your minds. No customers had entered the store since Aki left forty-five minutes ago.

Denji paraded around the table you were sitting at, chanting about different tasks that he was doing on his phone…at night.

Then suddenly…

Silence.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna hear a scary story?”

Silence over.

“No, but I know that you’re going to tell me anyway, so let’s hear it.” You rolled your eyes and closed the magazine, now giving the blonde your full attention.

"Okay, so-"

The bell over the door rang and in walked a customer, whistling happily.

"Good evening! I'd like to make an order!"

Both you and Denji stared at him for a long while until you finally decided to peel yourself out of the red leather booth and head to the cash register.

"What can I get for you tonight, sir?"

"One Big Mac Meal, please, extra onions on that. Oh, are the fries fresh?"

You looked behind him at the clock on the wall: 11:25 pm.

"No," You stated dryly, "will that be all for you?"

The man gulped nervously at your lackluster expression and less-than-enthused tone and nodded.

"$8.35."

____

After the customer was situated at a table and munching his food happily, Denji continued with his story.

“As I was saying. The legend of Toji, the Dick-Slinging Slasher.”

You had to hold back from spitting some of your orange Hi-C right into his ridiculous face.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘dick-slinging?!”

“That’s what I said, yeah.” Denji nodded, not phased by your outburst.

“Legend has it, that on dark, cloudy nights, much like this one, he stalks the neighborhood looking for unsuspecting bitches to rob.”

“Okay, and that’s scary, because? Sounds like an average day in Grimetown.” You snorted.

"Be serious for one second, Y/N!" He slapped his palms down on your table.

Who is he to tell someone to be serious?

"Alright, alright, I'm listening."

Denji continued, "In his past life, he was a nothing-ass-bitch and deadbeat father who went around stealing from people or assassinating them for money."

"He got killed by this super overpowered albino that he failed to assassinate and then after that, no one knows what happened to him. I heard that some teens from Grimetown High threw his ass in a ditch as a dare and that's where he's buried to this day."

You couldn't help but bust out laughing; this was the dumbest story that you'd ever heard!

"Denji…I'm still failing to see how this story is supposed to be scary…"

"Well, when the albino killed him, he mutilated the entire left side of Toji's body, leaving a big ass gaping hole and Toji with only one arm. That doesn't stop him from slinging his community dick to all the unsuspecting bad bitches, though."

'Okay, this is idiotic. I'm checking out.' You shook your head and got up with your cup, dumping the leftover ice down the drink fountain’s drain.

“Heed my warnings, Y/N! When the clock strikes midnight, he’ll come for you! Guard your booty!” Denji wiggled his fingers and made moaning noises that sounded more…pornographic than ghostly.

“Yeah, alright. I’m going to dust the drive-thru windows.”

____

12:00 AM, Midnight

So those clouds turned out to be storm clouds full of rain that was soon pounding down onto the miserable roof of your little establishment. The roof was leaking in a few places because Aki was too lazy to call the contractors to come and look at it.

“I swear, what is he even good for besides secondhand smoke and micromanaging everybody?” You groaned, placing yet another bucket under a leaking spot.

A loud crack of thunder sounded, and then everything went black.

“Denji!”

“It wasn’t me that time!”

A few seconds later, said blonde came from the back carrying a heavy-duty flashlight.

“The power’s out. I tried tripping the breaker but got nothing.”

“Isn’t there a backup generator here?” You asked and he just shrugged.

“Don’t ask me; I don’t work here.”

With a loud groan, you went to grab your cell phone out of your bag to call Aki.

No signal.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding.”

You replaced the rectangular device inside your bag and retreated to the lobby where Denji was.

The thunder roared louder and the rain pattered harder against the roof and the glass windows.

“Hey Y/N?”

“What, Denji?”

“This is kind of like the story, right? The perfect setting for Toji to show up.” You scoffed.

“Denji, that was just a stupid story. It’s not true at all! No one could survive with half of their body blasted away!!” You were just about at your wit’s end now, when the customer with the Big Mac came to the counter to ask you for ketchup.

“You’re still here?” Denji asked and the guy just looked at him. After he got his condiments, he packed up the rest of his meal and left, probably to get home and out of the rain.

The next few moments were spent in silence with the two of you trying to figure out how to get the power back up and running.

While Denji was in the back where the breaker box was, you were searching underneath the countertops for some sort of panic button or something.

CRASH!

Either Denji fell or a tree came down outside. You hoped it was the former, honestly.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

“Denji?! Is that you? Did you fall?” You whisper-shouted. You shined the flashlight on your phone to the back, trying to locate him.

“Fall?”

Tap tap tap tap tap.

The lights began to flicker again and you jumped once you saw Denji suddenly standing beside you.

“Don’t do that! You almost scared me half to death, you dummy!”

“Sorry. Hey, what’s that tapping sound I keep hearing?”

“Y-you mean…you weren’t doing that?”

SCREEEEEECHHHH!

Lightning flashed at the same time that the lights flickered back on.

At the front door, the tall outline of a burly man was standing there. His wet, dark hair splayed across his forehead and his eyes glowed a menacing red.

“IT’S T-THE D-D-...!”

Denji’s body seized up as the man put his hand on the door and pushed it open, letting the pounding rain slosh and slide across the tiled floor. His slippered feet stomped through the puddles of water that were forming as he stalked his way toward the both of you. The little squish squish of his shoes through the water must’ve snapped Denji out of his little trance. He then looked at you as if realizing you were still there and in this predicament with him.

“Oh Y/N…I’m so honored that you went to all this trouble dressing up and using my own story to try and scare me! I knew that you liked me!” He chuckled, trying to convince himself that what he was seeing couldn’t be real.

Your mouth gaped open as you could only stare at the huge man coming towards you both now. Up close, he’s quite a looker. Deep, blue eyes, a cocky smirk set upon those handsome features, and a long, diamond-shaped scar at the corner of his mouth.

“Denji…there’s only two problems with your theory, there. I barely fucking know you, so how could I like you, and how could that be me when I’m standing right fucking here?!” You screamed at the idiotic blonde.

“Ah, what a noisy couple the two of you are. Making my fucking head spin.” Toji continued walking until he was right up on you. You had to crane your neck back to look up at his face. He looked right back down into your surprised one.

“You’re a cute one. Judging by that tight-ass uniform, I’m assuming that you work here?”

“Y/N, RUN! IT’S TOJI THE DICK-SLINGING SLASHER!”

Yeah, I think it’s a little too late for that now, don’t you think, Denji?

“Is that what I’m being called now? How lame.” Toji chuckled and before you could blink he kicked Denji into the wall.

“H-hey! Leave him alone, you one-armed prick!” You argued with a shake in your voice, which only amused Toji further.

“Prick? Where are your manners, you little brat? You’ll address me by sir and nothing else. You understand that, bitch?”

Denji groaned from where he was slumped against the wall.

"Sir? Fucking cringe. Next, he'll be expecting you to call him daddy."

Toji ignored Denji's comment and waited for your response.

You opened your mouth a couple of times but no words came out.

Toji leaned his ear down to your mouth.

"Can't hear you, darling. What was that?"

"Y-yes sir."

He smirked and straightened his back.

"Good girl. Now, what do you serve here?"

"W-we serve food here, sir."

He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at you before looking above your head to the lighted menu.

"Don't be a smartass."

He rubbed his thick fingers over his chin while he tried to decide on a meal.

"I think I'll have the Spicy McCrispy meal, hold the onions. Extra ketchup and pickles, large fry, and Diet Coke. Gotta keep it balanced." He chuckled to himself once he'd finished.

"Make sure you make it extra tender, juicy, and hot."

The bile began rising in your throat - both at his words and at the fact that you knew the oil that those crispy sandwiches were cooked in hadn't been changed in over a week.

"$10.96."

Toji stared at you blankly and you just returned it. You both stood there awkwardly staring at each other for a moment.

"$10.96?" You repeated.

"I…uh..left my wallet in my other sweatpants?"

You could feel the sweat dripping down the side of your forehead.

"Forget it. You'll pay for it with the insane amount of explosive diarrhea that you're going to have."

Toji chuckled nervously and leaned against the counter, watching you move around while you fixed his food.

He was instantly mesmerized by how much your ass still jiggled despite the tightness of your pants.

"Here ya go." Your voice snapped him out of his perverted thoughts.

The tray of food looked surprisingly delicious, but you know that it's old and that the fries are cold and stiff.

Toji didn't care, though; he was just glad to have a meal.

He ate everything greedily, all the while never taking his eyes off of you.

When he finished, surprisingly, he dumped his trash in the bin and straightened up his area.

You had retreated to the back of house before he finished; with the power being restored, you could now focus on doing some other menial tasks that you'd only just now remembered.

"Hey…you! Leave Y/N alone!" Denji warned as he watched Toji begin to follow where you had gone.

"Fuck off, pipsqueak, or I'll kill you."

—

In the back, you'd started washing dishes and prepping some things for the morning staff.

The door separating the back of the house and the lobby swung open and then shut loudly behind you.

"Huh? You? What are you doing back here?"

"Hush now, darling; you wouldn't want your little friend out there to hear us now, would you?"

"Who, Dickhead? He's not my fucking friend, not by a long shot. Doesn't mean I'd want you to kill him, though."

"You sure got a nasty mouth on you, little one. What, not afraid of me anymore?"

The rusty blade of a sword made contact with the back of your neck.

"I mean, at this point, I was hoping that you were just a bad bout of indigestion, but that doesn't seem to be the case, now does it, gramps?"

Toji could feel the left side of his face twitching: "Gramps?"

You blinked once. "Yeah, gramps. You've probably been dead for ages now, so you're like somebody's rusty old great-great-grandpa."

"Rusty?!"

He pressed his crotch against your ass and let you feel his raging hard-on. Even through your pants, you could feel the weight and girth of his dick.

"Would someone who's considered to be 'rusty' be able to get this hard, baby girl?"

His one hand pushed down on your lower back, making you bend over the sink.

"Much better. 'Face down, ass up' suits you, darling."

Toji continued to rub his hard dick against the seat of your pants while making sure you stayed pressed against the sink.

A few soft moans of surprise escaped from your lips as he continued rutting against you.

"T-Toji.. " Your fingernails gripped the edge of the metal sink. His pelvis pushed against your ass and you bounced it back against him…

"Good girl, so fucking sexy." He growled, moving to grab a handful of your ponytail that peeked out of the hole in your McDonald's cap.

This continued for several minutes; Toji moving his hand between gripping your hair, holding your hip, rubbing his thick fingers over your clothed cunt, and smacking your ass.

This ordeal would have to take the cake of being the weirdest night of your life, with no competition.

"Fuck, Toji…this is so weird but hot…I think I'm going to cum…"

He chuckled darkly, "So you get off to dry-fucking creepy old men after insulting them, eh? What a pompous, dirty, little slut you are, baby."

His movements got faster, making the sink rattle against its unstable position on the wall.

Just as you were getting close to finishing in your panties, Toji flipped you around, making your back press against the sink painfully.

You didn't have time to start a complaint though, because now he was slotting himself in between your legs.

"Woah!"

You didn't know that your leg could stretch that far, but Toji stretched it until your black slip-resistant sneaker was behind your ear.

He began again with the same movements: thrusting against you with all the intent of a man getting ready to bust a fat nut.

"A-ahh, Toji…

"Hmm, feels good, sugar?"

Sugar.

"Y-yes, Toji…God."

He chuckled and moved to hover over you. A trickle of warm saliva dripped from his lips into your waiting mouth before he cupped your cheeks.

"Swallow."

You gulped, letting the viscous material slide down your dry throat.

With your head slightly tilted back, a blinking red light caught your eye. Toji followed your line of sight and then smirked.

"Does that camera work?"

"I don't think so…Aki never gets shit fixed around here…ah.." A sharp thrust of his hips against your covered clit made you shiver.

From the sound of your moans, Toji could tell that you were getting close.

With that one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the strong man lifted you up high to where you almost touched the dingy, grease-splattered ceiling.

He settled you down onto the line where the food was bagged and prepared to be sent out. There was a stack of brown serving trays next to you, containers of ketchup and other condiments, and…the ice cream machine.

"Toji.. what are you planning?" You asked, bringing your cute and confused E/C gaze up to meet his lustful sapphire one.

He hummed quietly and pressed his lips against your neck.

"Could have sworn I told you to call me sir, brat."

You rolled your eyes. He just wasn't going to let it go, was he?

“May I ask what you’re planning to do next, sir.” You huffed like a contemptuous child, making Toji’s dick jump.

With this new positioning, you were facing the camera head-on. God, you really hoped that thing wasn’t actually on.

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear before biting the shell of it, letting his tongue trail down until he was tasting the metal of your silver earring.

"You're so tiny and light, I love lifting you up as if you were nothing more but a little ragdoll." Toji bit at your earlobe, making you let out a loud squeal. Denji definitely would've heard that.

His hand moved to pull your hair, yanking your head to the side so he could leave a trail of wet kisses down from your ear, across the expanse of your neck and collarbones, and down the valley of your breasts once he'd popped the buttons on your shirt open.

With the angle he had you at, your chest was positioned right under the nozzle of the ice cream machine and your near-fucked-out self hit the button, making a gush of cold, melted cream-colored confection spill across your chest.

Toji raised an eyebrow at you and failed to bite back a laugh. You, on the other hand, weren't as amused.

"What? You'd rather have something else white and creamy splattered across your chest?" He asked.

You flopped back on the counter and flipped him off. He began to massage the melted ice cream into your skin.

"Looks so sweet. Got any cherries to go on top?”

“Fuck you.”

A handsome, devilish grin stretched across his face. “You just did.”

"What made you appear here tonight?"

He laughed outright.

"Didn't you listen to the story, dollface? I'm here to sling dick to all the unsuspecting bad bitches, and tonight just happened to be your lucky night."

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Aki came in the next morning, well-rested and without a care in the world.

With a lit cigarette between his lips, he fumbled with his massive set of keys until he found the correct one needed to open the doors.

Denji had texted him at some point last night telling him about the storm, so his first order of business today was to check to see if the security cameras were still functioning properly.

He sat down at his desk and popped in the security tape from last night.

The employees, customers, and vendors that had come in after him would hear a very loud and very distinct shout of 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' from the back.

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*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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darkenedroses-world · 19 days ago

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Vital Tension — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, med assistant, sneaky, fingering

The sound of steady beeping monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the small examination room where you worked, just as it did every day. You were a medical assistant—technically still under supervision, but granted enough autonomy to handle basic patient care solo. The crispness of your scrubs and the ID badge clipped to your collar were a constant reminder of your professionalism. Today, though, that professionalism was about to be tested in a way you never saw coming. You’d been running around all morning, handling patient intake, cleaning instruments, and reviewing charts for your supervising physician. The morning rush was finally slowing, and you were looking forward to a few moments of quiet when the door swung open. Your head shot up—and there stood Grizzy. You felt the spark instantly, a now-familiar heat crawling up your neck. You and Grizzy weren’t officially anything—no labels, no defined relationship. But you’d been circling each other for weeks, sharing private jokes and lingering glances that stretched seconds into something electric. You’d slept together more than once, more than twice, each time more charged than the last. It was unofficial, experimental—a delicious secret neither of you seemed eager to define or deny. And here he was, stepping into your sterile world, a slow grin pulling at his full lips.

Your heart thumped in your chest. Something was off. He wore an exaggerated grimace, one hand cradling his shoulder, brows drawn together as if in pain. “I… might’ve hurt myself,” he said, voice low and just a touch too dramatic. Immediately, your medical instincts kicked in, though you suspected his theatrics. It wasn’t that you doubted he could’ve strained something, but the way his eyes gleamed told you he had other intentions. Still, you didn’t question him. Instead, you patted the exam table with a professional smile. “Sit down,” you said, adopting your calm, clinical tone, “Let me take a look.” He hopped up onto the padded surface, wincing a bit too convincingly. Standing between his parted knees, you began a methodical inspection of his shoulder, pressing gently around the joint. His muscle was tense, warm under your gloved fingertips. “Where does it hurt?” you asked, leaning closer, your hair falling forward slightly. “Right… there,” he murmured, his voice dropping as he guided your hand just a fraction higher. You detected no real injury—no flinch of genuine pain, no swelling. Instead, Grizzy’s gaze slid lower, roaming over the neckline of your scrubs, lingering on the curve of your collarbone. The air crackled with unspoken desire. You tried to swallow back a grin, leveling him with a knowing look.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” He chuckled, dropping the act instantly. “Not even a little,” he admitted, voice low. “Just wanted to see you.” There was no apology in his eyes, just mischief. “Missed you,” he added softly, as if that explained everything. Your cheeks heated, and your heart fluttered at his words. Before you could respond, he slid his hands along your hips, pulling you closer until you were standing snug between his thighs. You opened your mouth—maybe to scold him, to remind him that you were at work, that anyone could walk in—but he pressed a finger to your lips, shaking his head slowly. “It’s quiet out there,” he said, tone soothing, as if this were perfectly normal. “You got a few minutes before your next patient, right?” You should have protested, but the feel of his warm hands skimming up your torso, gently pushing at the fabric of your scrub top, dissolved any argument. You knew this was dangerous. Yet, you also knew how good his touch felt, how he could ignite your nerves with the smallest gesture. As if reading your thoughts, Grizzy’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your scrub pants, hooking them just enough to slide his hand inside, finding the soft cotton of your underwear. Your breath caught. He looked up at you, eyes hooded, and whispered, “Let me take care of you… I know how much you’ve been working.”

Your knees felt weak. He was so close that his breath brushed your throat. With slow, deliberate patience, he pressed his hand firmly against you through the thin fabric of your panties. You bit your lip, instinctively leaning closer, chasing the pressure. Grizzy smirked, leaning in to kiss just under your jaw, a slow brush of his lips that sent a shiver down your spine. With another gentle tug, he slipped his hand inside your underwear, his fingers sliding through your growing wetness. You clamped a hand around his shoulder—so much for the fake injury—to steady yourself, biting back a soft moan. “Careful,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a rumble, “You gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone barging in.” You nodded, swallowing hard, the rational part of your brain screaming at how risky this was. But the rest of you—your body, your need for him—was screaming louder. You parted your legs as much as you dared, letting his fingers glide against your entrance, circling your clit with slow, teasing motions. Your breath stuttered, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as sparks of pleasure danced across your nerves. “Look at me,” Grizzy said softly. You forced your eyes open. His were filled with hunger and affection. He loved seeing you like this—helpless with want, struggling to maintain composure. He pressed a fingertip inside you, shallow at first, testing your response.

Your nails dug into his shoulder through his t-shirt, and you had to bite your bottom lip to muffle a gasp. He grinned—quiet triumph—and eased another finger in, pumping slowly. The wet sound of his fingers working you over threatened to undo your last thread of professionalism. You choked back a moan and, as if rewarding your restraint, he curled his fingers just right, pressing against that sweet spot that made your thighs tremble. “Nelson,” you mouthed silently, your voice failing you. His forearm flexed as he picked up the rhythm, thrusting his fingers in a smooth, steady pace. Every nerve ending seemed to focus on that delicious friction, every brush of his thumb over your clit making you pulse around him. Your vision blurred as the pleasure built, like a wave cresting inside you. He watched you intently, clearly enjoying how unravelled you’d become, right here in your workplace, your scrubs still mostly intact, your professional façade in tatters. “C’mon,” he coaxed quietly, “Just let go. I got you.” His voice was warm, steady, a stark contrast to the adrenaline racing through your veins. You pressed your face into his neck, muffling a whimper against his skin. He groaned softly, probably feeling the warmth of your breath, the gentle scrape of your teeth as you fought to stay silent. His fingers pumped faster, more insistent, and the tight coil of pleasure within you began to unwind.

Your legs shook, your free hand gripping the edge of the exam table for dear life. In that tiny room, behind a closed door, with every reason not to give in, you climaxed around his fingers, your body clenching, your breath stuttering. He didn’t let up right away, prolonging your pleasure with a few extra strokes until you trembled, your head spinning. You stayed like that for a few moments, heart hammering, his fingers still inside you, his other hand stroking your back soothingly. When you finally pulled away, you were flushed, and he wore a smile that was equal parts satisfied and affectionate. With a gentle withdrawal of his fingers, he straightened your underwear and scrub pants, smoothing the wrinkles as if nothing had happened. He even dared to lift his fingers to his own lips, tasting you with a slow, decadent lick. Your jaw dropped at his boldness, and he winked. You swallowed, managing a shaky whisper, “You’re insane. We could’ve been caught.” He just laughed softly, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. “Worth it.” His voice was low, rumbling, sending a pleasant aftershock through your body. “Guess we’re still… testing these waters, huh?” “Yeah,” you said, smiling despite yourself, “I guess we are.” And as he stood and adjusted his shirt, ready to slip out as if nothing unusual had happened, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time.

The tension, the risk, the undeniable chemistry—none of it was going anywhere. You’d just have to get better at staying quiet.

#concept writing #youtube #grizzy #nsft concept #grizzy x reader #im literally #wearing scrubs #and came up #with this

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cielhunternorwood · 8 months ago

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Life Sucks, Imma Talk About It

Not sure how many people actually follow after me on whatever sites at this point, but I feel like I need to get something out of my system. Firstly, about the lack of overall content lately. Outside of the Average Player videos, which are minimal at best, I've been stuck without much creative energy due to a lot of stress factors related to work.

From around December until mid- to late-March, I had a lot more work to handle at my job due to a lot of incompetent upper management over-stressing the mid-management who were working double time while the store manager was on leave from a medical procedure.

While I was bouncing between two stores to help out at first, I had to cut down to the original store due to just how excessive a lot of the demands were and how much I was basically the only reliable back-up for getting stuff done. While the plus side was that it gave me a lot of extra hours (which allowed me to buy a new, beefy desktop PC), it left me mentally exhausted and unable to really focus on anything creative.

Once the store manager began popping back in at reduced hours, though, the hours I worked went back to being absolute shit. This is, of course, bad for a lot of reasons I won't detail. However, it also put me into a realization that I'm being singled out by the store manager for whatever reason. You know that feeling of how you're treated like shit so you quit instead of get fired? It's like that.

Well, all that came to a head when the manager of the other store, someone I knew very well from my last job and helped me get the job here in the first place, flat-out quit last week. While I'm happy he chose to leave, given how much hell they put him through, it does cut off an easy means of getting more hours by helping out at the other store.

Adding on that previous plans of moving to another state to be with someone were canned thanks to the heavy hours of working giving me little prep time, I've not been in a very pleasant position overall mentally.

Most of all, the laptop I have been using up until now has been such a piece of shit in doing anything marginally laborious, which is doubly infuriating with the fact that I was "forced" to use it for gaming due to the Windows 10-only thing for a bunch of games that would run just fine on my old desktop.

And last, but not least, is that the forced necessity of living with my mentally-unstable and deranged mother has gotten worse in that she retired in December, leaving me with basically no time to be alone and free in the house.

This has all culminated in a huge dogpile of stress that has made it difficult to focus on anything remotely creative for some time now. The fact that I spent over $2k on a new PC, while necessary for what I want to do in the future, is still pretty stressful due to an uncertain money situation.

My hope has been, though, that being able to have a devoted gaming PC again will let me revert laptop usage to its original intent: creative shit. So far, it's kind of worked out, though I've basically had to give myself time to mentally relax beyond just playing video games.

The reason I decided to bring all this up now is that, well, a huge storm rolled through and knocked out power for long enough that I had to slow myself down and not expect to do anything for well over a day. The morning after it happened, I ended up setting a chair on the back porch and began reading.

That moment of quiet peace and reading turned into a much larger slowdown than I thought, and it kind of gave me time to think about what the hell's been going on in my life, while I've been rushing about trying so hard to get things done.

So, hopefully I can get my shit together soon, now that I've kicked myself out of the big rush I forced myself into the past few months. I wouldn't expect much in the writing department, since I have a lot of background stuff to work out, but I also want to find a decent hosting site for this stuff. I left Inkitt before they went AI-crazy, and I'm not sure about posting anything on Wattpad in the event I want to publish.

Expect some more shitposting in the meantime, to get some creativity flowing. I do really miss photoshopping silly things together, even if only a few people seem to enjoy them.

#life update #just talking #life sucks #but what else is new #still figuring out October's run details

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armpirate · 2 years ago

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 27

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: mentions of trauma and child abuse

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

To be honest, I don't expect him to come back the morning after. And I wouldn't blame him. Meeting my parents when we're still handling this type of situationship, all while trying to dig into a trauma I didn't even know I had until a few days ago isn't the plan you'd go for if you could choose. He rushes to prove me wrong again, as he loves to do usually, when I get a text message from him.

Asshole: Hurry up, ur coffee will get cold.

I save my phone inside my back pocket, and collect my jacket and bag before I look around to make sure I'll leave everything as I should.

When I hop on the car, I barely can hold back my smile when I see him. And it's not something new. Jungkook just has that bright aura that's able to change the mood just by his presence. I'm also surprised he isn't wearing his usual black or gray outfits, and see he opted for a pink denim jacket over a white t-shirt.

—Did you dress up to meet my parents? —I tease him.

—First impressions are important —he hands me the coffee cup.

—You're going to support me, not ask for my hand in marriage.

Jungkook laughs, and asks me if I'm ready before he starts the engine to get the car back to the road. The weather is chilly, and I love how it started heating up once we entered the month of June -it definitely feels so nice to be able to open the window and feel the light breeze.

—Won't you be hot with that jacket on?

—Won't you be cold without a jacket on?

He snaps back, smirking when he sees I have no response to his question. June is definitely a confusing time. Basically, because once you step outside, you won't be able to tell what the weather actually is just by looking at people in the street.

—Why did you tint it black? —I play with one of his black locks in between my fingers.

—My hair was a mix of purple and black, it was looking awful already —I catch him trying to look at me through the corner of his eye—. Why? Are you missing the purple?

—It's not that —I tuck that strand of hair behind his ear—. I was just used to it.

I move my hand away, playing with the line of silver rings hanging on his earlobe with the reverse of my index, before I place it back on my lap. He doesn't need to say he likes it when I do that, the way he smiles only showing his front teeth is loud enough.

—How are you feeling? —he sips from the straw, before leaving the plastic cup back in the cup holder.

Sighing loud, I move my eyes away back to the road. If I had told myself three months ago I'd be visiting my parents, with the same guy I couldn't stand two months ago, because they're the only ones that know why I can't get near a male, I wouldn't believe it. It's overwhelming how much things can change in such a short span of time.

—Nervous —I scoff—. I don't know how they'll react when they see me. It's been too long. And I'm not sure how I should introduce the...

—I get it —he nods, interrupting me as he sees me struggling to finish the sentence—. Just let it flow. Let it all settle before you bring up that incident, enjoy some time with them. You need to be comfortable to discuss that.

The rest of the way there, we're in silence -that only ends up being filled by the almost inaudible voices and music of the songs playing on the radio. I'm too focused on replaying in my head the different possible scenarios that could take place soon, while I try to find the best way to act in each one of them.

More than one hour later, he enters my old neighborhood. And I'm amazed with the difference with the place I'm currently living in. Well, honestly, I've been amazed since we entered the town and didn't hear the loud noise of cars passing by, or having the streets totally crowded. It's not silent and there's people in the street, but still the difference is abysmal.

I feel my heart climbing on my throat as we start getting closer to my parents' house. Suddenly, everything I had prepared on our way here disappeared. There's nothing left, and I'm left totally on my own.

—This place is so nice —he hums, looking around as we both get out of the car.

—Yeah.

I look around, but my eyes keep going back to the salmon colored facade house in front of me. Last time I was here I was almost running away, getting in a cab to the nearest bus station just so I could start living my own life.

—I bet it would've been so easy to sneak into your room at night —he randomly mentions, looking in the same direction I am.

—Yeah, good luck with that, Spider man. You would've woken up the whole neighborhood with the alarm.

—That's why you'd work to deactivate it —he replies, throwing a serious stare at me—. We're a team, cocktease.

While I chuckle at his comment, I think how thankful I am that he insisted on coming. I wasn't aware how difficult this would be for me until I found myself facing the problem for the first time.

I try to look for my dad's or my mom's car, to know whether they're at home or not. And I see a new and shiny sedan parked right outside of the garage door.

I was hopeful I'd have to push the whole thing a bit later, but the fact that one of them -or the two of them- are at home right now totally takes away that possibility.

My body enters a type of automatic mode, guided by what I know I have to do and leaving aside all my insecurities. I'm not aware of how much I've walked to the main door, or how long I've been pressing the ring bell until Jungkook moves my hand away. His thumb strokes the reverse in my hand, trying to calm me down. And it does work, even if it's just for a few seconds until the door opens in front of us.

My dad's thick eyebrows furrow when he opens up and sees me. His gray eyes are fixed on me, he seems to be analyzing each one of the features in my face, because his pupils move everywhere until they find their way back to my eyes.

—I didn't know you were coming. Your mom didn't tell me anything.

—Mom doesn't know either —I answer right away—. If I'm honest, I wasn't sure there would be someone at home.

—I'm on my day off in the factory —he stutters those words, he seems as nervous as I am.

We look at each other, not in a challenging way. I guess we're both equally surprised of me being here out of nowhere. After my grandma's funeral, there wasn't any type of contact between us. I've always managed to live my own life without problems, and I've never seen myself in a position where I wouldn't be able to find the way out by myself. Well, until now.

—I'm Jungkook.

He breaks the silence, and overthrows the wall that was forming in between me and my dad when he extends his tattooed hand towards the man that has opened the door for us.

—William —he says with a tiny smile—. Will —he corrects himself—. Is he your...? —his gray eyes go back to me— I mean, are you two dating?

—No —I answer fast.

—I'm just a friend.

This is so weird.

—Do you want to come in?

Jungkook looks at me, waiting for me to answer, while my dad just opens the door even more and steps back, giving us room to pass in.

And the strangeness only becomes bigger when I'm in and I make my way to the living room, guided by my dad. Oodles of memories start replaying before my eyes. Every single time I rushed to the door, still chewing my breakfast, before I left for school; the overly decorated Christmas, the loud and cheerful birthdays filled with balloons over the house... But I also see myself sitting on that chunky dining table, studying while my classmates were meeting up somewhere nice, I also see the constant arguments because I wasn't allowed to live the way others did.

I vividly recall in my head my last day here, how I barely talked to them, how I didn't wait to have lunch to get all my bags in the cab, and how they didn't even bat an eye when I said I was leaving.

—Y/n —Jungkook calls me.

When I turn to my dad, he's looking at me with tenderness, before he asks again whether we want something to drink or to eat. He also offers us a seat, which I take on what was my usual seat years ago.

—Is mom working?

—I don't think she'll take too long. She should be finishing her shift in two hours —I nod—. I'm really happy to see you here —he assures me.

A thick and uncomfortable silence stays with that after that comment. A silence that Jungkook tries to make disappear again, when his curious eyes travel across the living room until he finds something he could ask about. But my father is faster, and has seemed to catch a glimpse of the tattoos in his hand.

—I've always wanted to get one —he chuckles—. But every time I've postponed it. And look at me now, too old to get one.

—Oh, that's bullshit —he says without thinking, but stops as soon as he's aware—. Sorry, sir.

My dad simply shrugs it off, and encourages him to proceed.

—It's never too late —he shakes his hand in the air—. In fact, whenever you come to New York, come to my studio. I'll work on it personally.

—I'll sleep on it.

Silence is back, but not for that long. This time, my father is the one who brings up a topic and asks how everything is going. Or, how he likes to say "How's life been treating me?". Instead of lying, and inventing a perfect life with my dream job, I'm honest. I admit I've been struggling to find a vacancy in that world I crazily craved to be in. I don't get the judging look I thought I'd be getting, he doesn't throw a hurtful comment to make me feel bad about my choice. Instead, he smiles and guarantees I'll find my place soon.

The uncomfortable environment starts disappearing slowly, to the point that we start talking randomly about life, about the world and how fucked up it is. I'm more surprised to see how well both Jungkook and my father seem to get on. Well, it's not that big of a surprise, since Jungkook just has that effect in general, but it was unexpected.

This peace and ease takes a turn when my mom comes back home. She greets my father from the door, but suddenly stops when she sees me.

Their reactions have been quite similar anyway. They seemed uncomfortable, not in a bad way, not in the sense of them not wanting me here, but more towards being unsure on what to do or say exactly. And if it comforts them, I'm feeling the exact same way.

—I know I should've called before.

—You know this is your home. You can come whenever you want —my mom answers fast, sitting next to my father on the armrest of the couch.

—I know, but it's been too long. And I came out of nowhere.

—It's okay —my father nods.

Silence is back again, but the environment feels different. It's like we all know why I'm here all of a sudden, but nobody is able to bring it up. I feel a light weight on my hand, just to find Jungkook's fingers trying to give me the strength I can't seem to find by myself.

—I wish the reason why I'm here was because I was able to find a nice job and prove my degree wasn't useless, but I'm not here because of that —I slide my hands over my legs nervously.

—We know why you're here —my mom says—. I wish it was because you wanted to see us, but that's not the case either.

I might be looking completely confused, because I don't need to ask any questions to get them to answer them.

—Your therapist already told us that sooner or later you'd come back for answers —my father mentions, avoiding looking at me—. And we should always be open to sharing them with you.

I try to find the best way to start. Unsure on whether I should explain what's been going on the last few weeks, or directly ask what I want to know.

Jungkook holds my hand tighter, giving me the courage I can't find anywhere to speak, to open up.

—I've been having nightmares —I'm limited to say—. Nightmares that seemed too realistic, in a place that I've been able to recognize. So I went to a therapist, and he said that those nightmares could be linked to some type of trauma I went through when I was younger —I take a big breath—. You are the only ones that could help me right now. Yesterday I was looking up online and it said I could take months, or even years, to remember everything by myself. And I don't want to go through this for so long. I can't live like this for so long.

My mother nods, but she doesn't start speaking straight away. She needs time to think, and I want to give it to her. That's why I'm here.

—You had a friend you were close to when you were younger —my mother starts—. You used to go to her place to play and do your homework.

Looking at my father, she nods and signs him to bring something, while muttering "Show it to her". He stands up to open one of the drawers in the big wooden cabinet, placed in front of the dining table. When he comes back, he hands me a photograph. It's a picture of me and a blonde girl that's a little bit taller than me.

—You and Amber were glued to each other. Always together —she smiles—. So it wasn't weird you went to her place after school, just like she came here many times. One of those afternoons, you decided to play hide and seek...

As she starts narrating everything that happened, the scenes appear in my head. Like a movie you wish you had never watched.

Amber always came up with the best ways to entertain us, always made every game sound so interesting that it was difficult not to want to play. That's why she's my best friend. We always have a great time together.

I'm hurrying to find a place to hide while she's counting down out loud from the kitchen, but I can't find the perfect spot to win the game. I know she'll be able to find me in each one of the previous spots I've chosen. So when I see the door to his parents' room half open, I head in there without giving it a second thought. Her parents aren't here, and by the time they arrive, we'll be finished with this game.

I could've picked a lot of places, but I end up choosing the closet. It has some slits that will allow me to see her coming, and foresee her movements so I can start running whenever she heads to the opposite direction of where I am.

Happy with my plan, I just sit there and wait for Amber to show up at any time -especially when her singing tone starts sounding louder and clearer. And after what seems way too long, she finally makes it into her parents' room. I'm getting ready to start running whenever I see the chance. I'm already getting up and placing my hand on the closet door to push it, but when I'm about to get out, a male body shows up.

Scared of being scolded for getting inside their room, I step back and keep quiet. I'll stay a little longer.

At first, I think her father is just greeting her. But how she starts whimpering and begging him not to punish her, just makes me think she might get scolded for getting in this room. And that only convinces me even more that I shouldn't leave this closet yet. But the way he scolds her is so weird. He throws her onto the bed, and gets over her body. He doesn't get naked, but I see him lowering his pants, as Amber tells him to stop and asks for help simultaneously.

I want to help, I want to ask for help. But I'm so scared I don't know what to do, so I just sit there, bracing myself and trying to cover up my ears while I beg for all of this to be over as soon as possible.

The drowned screams stop. I don't know when they stopped, but I can't hear them anymore. Looking through one of the slits, with blurry vision, I try to see if there's someone in the room, but it's empty again. Only thing left from what happened are the messy sheets, especially towards the edge of the bed.

As I see the chance, I run. I head downstairs, and seeing no one is on sight, not even Amber, I start running away. No direction, I just want to forget what I saw.

—We were looking for you all night —I hear my dad say—. We were lucky a neighbor saw you getting in the park.

—When we saw you in that state, we thought the worst. But then you told us what happened —my mom scratches her nape—. You looked so devastated we didn't think you were lying. So we talked to Amber's mother and told her.

—You barely ate, you didn't speak, you had awful nightmares at night —my dad continues—. And they all stopped one night.

—The therapist told us it was a way to cope with what happened, but that it could have some effects on the long run. You didn't remember anything, it just vanished. We had the choice of telling you or hiding it and letting you be happy. And, as a mother, I made the best decision for you.

—What happened to Amber?

—It was proven her dad had been sexually assaulting her —her voice trembles—. He went to jail, but he killed himself two weeks later.

—And last I knew about Amber, she moved to California with her boyfriend. She seems to be doing great.

—She and her mother moved away after everything happened —my mom explains—. Diane wanted to protect Amber, that house was filled with memories wherever they looked. And she also wanted to protect you. When we told her you forgot about everything, her mother thought it'd be better if you just stopped hanging out with Amber so there wouldn't be any possibility of you remembering.

Although I'm happy to hear she is doing fine, seemingly, and has just gone on with life, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by all this new information. It's not cold, yet I feel my whole body tremble, and I can't find a way to make it stop.

—You were only ten when it happened. We wanted to protect you from everything, we needed to know that you'd be okay —I hear my father say—. Probably the way we did it wasn't the best, and we realized the day you told us you wanted to leave, but keeping you safe was the only thing we wanted.

I look at the both of them, annoyed over the fact that they always need to have a say on what I do, even if it's about my future. Right when I needed their support the most, they decided to take it away and try to convince me to do it their own way. So when my mother says I'll be grateful once I get older, I can't help but scoff.

—Just like I should be thankful for having no friends? For being eighteen and living my life only by looking at others through my window? I want to live my life, make my mistakes, and get my own achievements. I just want to live and do what others do.

I'm unable to lift my gaze and looks at them right now. My eyes are glued to my own hands on my laps, and my fingers moving nervously against one another while I see the teardrops making my vision blurry until I can't hold them any longer. I don't even need to blink for them to fall off, and land on the exposed skin of my forearm.

—That's why I talked to my mom, and asked her to look after you while you were there. We wanted to know that you'd be sleeping in a safe place, and wouldn't be totally by yourself in New York —I listen to my dad mention.

Although I wish I could say something, it's just too much information right now. The walls and ceiling seem to be getting closer, making the room smaller, as time passes by. And I try to stay here, make the walls go back to their place, but that never happens. I feel forced to stand up and head outside. And it's not until I feel the chilly breeze hit me, that I allow myself to break in a whimper.

I realize just now everything I've been missing. Not only in my teenage years, but with my parents as well. Realizing everything could've been so different if I hadn't chosen to hide in that closet that day, everything that could've been, only makes me aware how a small and innocent decision turned my life upside down. And how I allowed it to happen. I protected myself, yet I made everyone around me worry and suffer, forced everyone to mold to what I needed without being aware of it.

I don't know how long I stay outside, but I'm aware of Jungkook's presence when his warmth covers my body and his arms wrapped around me. And time stops when I turn on my feet to hide my face on his neck, holding onto him as if he were the only safe place I needed, the only safe place where I actually feel nothing wrong could happen.

After what feels like forever, I think I'm calm enough to go back inside. My parents' eyes set on both of us, especially me the moment we cross the door to the living room. And although I'm convinced discomfort and strangeness will go back to invading the place, my mom is faster and comes up with the idea of having lunch together.

I turn to Jungkook, unsure on whether this will be okay for him. But he just gives me a reassuring smile, and nods.

The time we spend together makes me realize several things. One of them is that seeing so much time wasted hurts and there's no turning back, but if life gives you a chance to realize it on time, it means it's giving you a second chance to make even better memories. And the other, that it doesn't matter who Jungkook is with, he always ends up making everyone fall for him so easily. He just has that gift.

—Come whenever you want, alright? —my father tells me, while we head to the door— And make sure to bring him, too —his head points to Jungkook, who's still praising my mom for the food while holding a Tupperware with the leftovers.

—It was a pleasure, sir —Jungkook said, but soon he corrects himself—. I mean, Will.

—Come more often —my mother says, when she stands next to my dad—. And be careful on your way back —she now looks at the man standing next to me—. Add a bit more cream while you're cooking it, it'll make the sauce softer.

He just nods with a smile, before saying goodbye to both of them again while waiting for me to take the first step out. I think about hugging them both, I think I should do it, but I don't feel comfortable enough to do it. It just doesn't feel natural for me to do it right now. And they both seem to understand it, as they only nod and pat my upper arm.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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la-principessa-nuova · 2 months ago

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week 1 on my adhd meds felt like i kind of understood what was happening

week 2 i’m just so confused what’s even happening

like i stayed up really late twice in a row and i’m not sure how much or in what way the meds might have contributed to that happening

and then i felt so tired the next day it was really hard to judge much but that’s just from lack of sleep

then i went to bed normal time the next night

but somehow slept through all of my alarms and woke up at 10:30 and ran upstairs for work still half asleep

and nobody said anything about it or asked when i joined the meeting 30 minutes late so 🤷‍♀️ but maybe i just lucked out bc most of the team was out today so things were a little weird anyway

and then i was really easily distracted today because there was this one thing that was really bugging me about the code i was working on that i kept looking into instead of doing what i was supposed to

but then it turned out i uncovered a pretty major issue so idk maybe that was actually a normal thing to get caught up on

but i was like dead tired after work and went straight to lay down in bed but then something happened and my parents needed me to watch the dog so i went and got her and i was feeling a bit more awake by then after getting a break from work

and then i organized my pins and ate dinner but now im so tired again

which is normal and good to be tired at this time i guess but i need to get ready for bed if im doing that now

and also like i’ve been eating way less

which i can certainly afford to

but i think that’s from a thing my therapist suggested

and it basically has completely changed my relationship with food

but i just like feel so thrown off my game

and like who’s life am i even living?

idk

but i make meals and sit down at the table to eat now

and i like it, it turns out

eating is way more enjoyable when you focus on it and take your time

instead of rushing to inhale a frozen pizza so you can use your lunch break to scroll tumblr

i’ve learned a lot about dissociation this week, especially depersonalization, partially from reading about it and partially from hands on experience

and today i did not take care of myself

after running upstairs late to work and demoing what i did yesterday when i worked a little late to the people who needed to see what i did, i went downstairs to use the bathroom, brush my teeth, etc.

i should have just taken an early lunch, but i decided to try finishing that work first so someone who needed my changes to do their work could have it ready.

but i should have brought up a drink, and i didn’t. so after finishing the one i poured last night and brought up with me in the morning, i had nothing all day.

and then i just forgot to go to lunch, and i worked until after 6.

btw i’m supposed to work 9-5 (mostly flexible but i have a meeting at 10 every day), but this week i worked 9:30-9:30, 9:30-6, 10-4, 9:30-6, and 10:30-6.

Part of that was not respecting my own needs over other people’s and pushing while burnt out to get something done that somebody else is waiting on, and part of it was just hyperfocusing on something interesting at the end of the day and suddenly realizing it’s late and I feel so tired I’m not sure I can handle the stairs, sometimes at the same time.

so i found myself at the end of the day having not eaten or drinken anything all day aside from the rest of my water from last night, until i cracked open a can of soda at like 7pm, which i drank over the course of like 2 hours.

so at like 9:30 i had only had that to drink, and i’d eaten some trail mix at some point between work and then, and i still felt all out of sorts

and then i had a very small dinner (not like intentionally trying to eat a small dinner, i just made something small just to get some vegetables in and then after eating it i was like “i guess i’m done eating now”)

and now i’m laying in bed typing this feeling really tired and wanting to just roll over and sleep but i do need to least take my meds and brush my teeth and hopefully have the energy to shower after that

and then i should go to sleep but im like so likely to suddenly be awake

#sabrina is working on herself #adhd meds

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4xca · 7 months ago

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The Nerve Wracking First Weeks of My Immersion

Going into this line of work experience never entered my mind as I do not see myself as somebody who would work at a bakery or places similar to it. I know nothing about this area and thus, I started with zero knowledge on what to do, study, and expect. Stepping into the doors of Victoria Bakery that one morning brought a sense of excitement and a little hints of anxiety as the new environment felt welcoming enough but still quite intimidating.

FIRST DAYS:

On my first day, I was toured around the whole place by one of the two supervisors at that time, named ma’am Robin. She showed and explained every corner, its purpose, and who’s allowed there. There were two areas wherein the staff could stand by, which was the storage room and the staff room located at the basement, outside the main facility. Inside the storage room was a place we all go to for when we need to eat a snack or handle something personal. That is usually the place where we all leave our bags and whatnot. The Staff room though is sort of the main room dedicated to the workers only. Inside that room contains loads of lockers, a mini kitchen, and a small dining area for all of us to eat lunch or spend our break to rest. On that same day, I was also taught the basics, which was knowing all the breads and pastries, what they’re made of, the purpose of certain colors and labels, and the like. I was placed as an assistant at the counter, wherein I helped with packing.

WHAT WE DO AND SOME OF THE THINGS I’VE LEARNED

I took up the same routine for the following days and grew my knowledge on everything overtime. By the second week, I was able to memorize most of the breads and pastries and what they’re made of. In my vacant time when there aren’t many customers around, I sweep the floor, rearrange the stocks of bread displayed to look more pleasing, or help at the kitchen by washing the dishes. My favourite past time when there’s few people to be of services of would be placing brand-label stickers on packages and whatnot. Making the creampuff boxes is also another of the things I enjoyed doing. Often times, I usually look for something I can help with or fix to help pass the time, and it usually came easy as I enjoy moving around and keeping myself busy. Sometimes, I also serve as an assistant to customers, helping them with their inquiries, or with holding and locating their purchases. If there is a shortage of staff at the cafe, I also get to serve people with their orders such as their preheated bread. Restocking usually happens at least twice a day, as the breads usually get sold out most especially at rush hour. So, whenever the delivery truck comes along, we all prepare outside, check the inventory, look for defects, and then restock everything that’s missing on the shelves. I found my job to be amusing and fun due to the fact that everybody’s goal is to cater to people, be of use, and to stay busy by being productive. What I loved about my work there was how everyone had the same tasks and roles, which got me to learn the art of multitasking (Nobody exactly had a specific job to do). Our role usually depended on what is needed at the moment, so if they need a cashier, you become one. If someone needs to stay at the pastries station for the creampuffs and whatnot, then you stay there. Because of my experiences from working there, I was also able to harness my skills in taking initiative, being independent, and possessing efficiency and proficiency with everything. In addition, patience, gentleness, resiliency , and being understanding was also one of the values I improved on, as certain customers tend to not express the best personalities upfront.

ON FOOD AND BREAKS

For lunch, I used to bring my own food, but I then learned about how our chef there cooks for all of us if we pay a small amount of money. This in return, helped me financially , as it was a cheaper and better alternative to ordering my food to be delivered there or the time-consuming process of preparing my meal. For our snack, there is usually a manong who comes to us selling the goods he made. He sold us sopas with a whole egg w d q piece of chicken , turon, burgers, and whatnot for a cheap price. We always get to eat his foods steaming hot as they’re all freshly made, and we are often the first people he sells to.

FUN FACT!

- You can get free food sometimes, depending on a situation. I was able to enjoy this! I got to try out the different flavors of their famous cream puffs, one of their sandwiches from the cafe, one of their chocolate drinks, and lots of their cookies and other sweets.

- I was also told that if I go there very early, I can ask any of the baristas to make me any type of drink for free, although I never took advantage of that, for I was too shy to do so.

MY SCHEDULE

8:00 - 3:00

Monday to Thursday

Often, I did not follow my schedule and would leave at around 5 onwards because I get carried away. I really did have fun working because it kept me busy and productive! I also enjoyed observing and meeting varying people coming from different places on earth. A lot of times, customers tend to share stories about themselves, and such small interactions always makes my day better and a lot more interesting. Seeing familiar faces from regular customers also brings me a small sense of joy (how they always come back). I once stayed until they closed up and it felt fulfilling to end the day and go home tired but happy.

UNIFORM

Top: A White Polo or Polo Shirt

Bottoms: Anything Comfortable but Presentable (no tattered anything)

Shoes: Rubber Shoes or anything comfortable (just not slippers and whatnot)

THE PEOPLE

Honestly, the people were the best part. All the workers share a similar energy and personality which makes everyone get along really easily. The baristas are all funny and energetic individuals. The people who work at the bakery are very talkative and interesting as well. I admire the two supervisors because they have opposite personalities but go along very well. One of them is really witty and naturally funny while the other is sweet and gentle. One of the workers whom I call as my ate Rie became one of my friends. She and I would talk about anything and everything, from stocks and life to religion, beliefs, politics, and other personal matters. She also helps me if I struggle with anything. Overall, everybody is friendly, fun to be around, patient, understanding, and good teachers, and genuinely nice people. They all possess a high amount of street smarts, which I admire.

CONTINUATION

By the end of the second week, I was already able to get the hang of everything. I didn’t rely for constant instructions and started moving on my own. Additionally, I was also able to improve my socializing skills, which is a huge deal for me given the fact that I am introverted and a very shy person. Since I had no choice but to literally talk lots of times, interacting started feeling easy, and I started to not be so nervous and all overtime.

Often, I would go home with something from the institution. I’d usually buy their cookies or pastries for my family to consume. I found the red velvet crinkles and the oatmeal cookies to be some of my favourites. At the cafe, the sandwich with the chorizo was the only thing I’d always order, for the meat tasted so good.

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zoppicate · 8 months ago

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9 to 5, 10 till 8, meet the manager at the door.

There isn't just something ironic about the dj blasting Dolly Parton's "9 to 5" whilst I serve rich parents of South Kensington prep school kids at the Natural History Museum. But also something funny, scary and sad.

I've been working every week with my agency grinding through London's Christmas rush, a gold mine for hospitality workers. It is so powerful, grand and sweeping that in January the agency app on my phone falls silent, like an abandoned building. No shifts are available for weeks, no one wants to organise office parties or get rich people drunk at charity comedy lunches.

I have never found myself pondering as much about capitalism as when I was working those three or four agency shifts a week. It was oh so boring as it was theoretically amusing. Things I witnessed or simply my presence at certain "prestigious" events were like a perfectly framed metaphor. I imagine myself shakily serving the umpteenth filet with a side of mash, gravy and roasted veg to the umpteenth dazed, beady-eyed, suit-wearing, red rose of a British man, with cheeks reddened by the free Peroni's and the cheap bubbly. Myself who was wearing a crinkly sweat-stained shirt, who hadn't washed her face and was hungover. It was comedic how ostensible the fanciness and luxury of these events were.

Nevertheless the night always ended predictably; after getting drunk and having me, a 22-year-old, gentle parent them into drinking a big glass of water before their next Peroni, which they seemingly must drink or god knows what could ever happen, they viscidly looked into each other's eyes, fell into each other's arms and ended up regretting it the next morning. Add a santa hat, elf ears or a pair of antlers here and there. I guess the head pieces were the only variety these scenarios allowed.

Now, I know I seem harsh on the Christmas party-goers of Central London, but the real critique (if you can call it that) I'm really trying to write is not on them, but on the scene that is set for them and in which they happily bask, with a dash of self gloating and smoky self importance.

For example, god forbid a "costumer" every saw me touch the cutlery with my dirty worker's fingers, but as we were setting up for the big events not a soul cared how we handled the cutlery to lay it perfectly on the table. So we were basically told to give the impression of a high level service, and yet our finger prints were all over the forks and knives. It's the absurdity of being positioned in a system which believes certain precautions in presentation to be representative of a certain social class. Some people I did a few shifts with had even served Rishi Sunak and the King at two different events; and they had done it whilst wearing the same crinkly sweat-stained shirt I was.

I can't have a nose piecing, I can't have fake nails. Because it's not proper: the client will not like it and I will be asked to go home. And yet they'll let you serve plates with a snotty nose and dirty fingernails. When you are the person who has to fit within these parameters of presentation you realise how all the ways in which people are served differently according to class are apparently different but fundamentally the same. Even the prime minister gets a worker's fingerprint on their cutlery.

#9 to 5 #christmas #hospitality

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faerii-shin · 2 years ago

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An IzuOchaco Fanfic

Chapter 2 out of 6 - “Normal, is it?” Pt.2

summary : Seems hard for Deku and Uraraka... Do you think he'll tell her? Or the opposite - She'll tell him. Love is complicated, isn't it?

warnings : none

genre : fluff, soft, comfort?

a/n : Enjoy the fanfic luvs! IzuOchaco, is literally amazing. It must be nice to be anime girls, ahahaha.

- time skip to lunch break -

They were eating deliciously prepared dishes, in Lunch Rush. They had their usuals.

All the girls sat at one table. Discussing what happened earlier that morning.

“Girl, I almost got my tea!” Mina shouted.

“I couldn’t cause Bakugo started screaming again!”

“Fifth time this morning!” She added.

“You know, I am kinda relieved you didn’t get your tea.”

“I’m thankful, actually.” Uraraka said sarcastically.

“It was so embarrassing! Sometimes I wish Bakugo didn’t have good hearing.”

“Well I am upset. Hmph. That could have been such a good start to my day.” Mina said, sighing.

“Well, I believe that we shouldn’t invade people's business. It isn't right.”

“We need to wait for Uraraka to tell Midoriya herself.” Momo added.

“I agree with Momo-san, Kero. But I can’t resist the urge either.” Tsu mentioned.

“Guys seriously! I’m not telling Izuku-kun anything and you are too. That’s final!”

Uraraka yelled, in a loud tone.

Across their table, in a small and cramped spot, Mineta and Kaminari were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Ooooo Kaminari, somebody has a crush?” Mineta said snickering.

“Yeah, I agree. Somebody does.” Kaminari said.

Next thing you know, they both had grinning smirks on their faces. You can imagine that, trust me.

Momo’s POV:

Huh? I think I saw something, what was that? Purple and yellow, but that can’t be accurate.

Hmm, there’s only one way to find out.

End of POV

“Hey Girls, I’ll be excusing myself for a while. Promise just for a minute!” Momo said in a hurry.

“Alright, Kero. Be back soon.” Tsu replied. Along with the other girls.

Momo turned to the corner near one of the pillars. And just as she suspected, she saw the 2 boys.

“Denki Kaminari! Minoru Mineta! As your Vice Rep, may I ask what you’re doing here?” Momo said in a serious tone.

“Hhhey Momo….” Both boys said, turning around.

“So? Not going to answer my question?”

“You know what, I know why you’re here. You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?”

“What!? No, that’s silly, Vice Rep. Why would we?”

“You can’t fool me, just KINDLY go back to the classroom, since it looks like you finished your lunch already. Will you?” Momo remarked.

“Hehehehe. Sure… Vice Rep.” Kaminari and Mineta replied quickly. Then they scurried off.

- timeskip after classes in Mina’s dorm room -

“Momo-san! We didn’t see you anymore after you excused yourself! What happened?”

All the girls asked.

“Ugh. Girls we had eavesdroppers. The 2 perverts basically. Sad to say, they know. I am sorry.”

Momo said disappointed.

“WHAT!?” They said in unison.

“They might tell the other boys, which could reach Midoriya eventually!” Mina said.

“This is bad! Uraraka-san has a chance to be exposed. Something worse could even happen.”

Hagakure noted, which peaked everyone’s attention.

Uraraka couldn’t say anything, at all. She just wanted to faint at the moment. It was too much for her to handle.

All of a sudden, they heard a knock on the door.

To be continued on Chapter 3 out of 6 - “Normal, is it?” Pt. 3

#izuochaco #fanfic #MHA #BNHA #izuocha #izuku midoriya #ochaco uraraka #izuku x uraraka #midoriya x uraraka #midoriya x ochako #uraraka x midoriya #uraraka x deku

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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l4verq · 4 years ago

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crossed out | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

in which you’re one of the names on bucky’s list

warnings : angst, fluff?, mentions of choking

fic : one shot

a/n : u know i’m a sucker for therapy bucky lol

He should have skipped today’s session.

Cause he’s starting to regret coming when she brings it up.

“You gonna tell me about her?” Cecelia questions, casually flicking through a thick folder labelled James B.B.

But it was never casual.

Bucky knew she was observing his every move, his every tick. And he’d been pretty good at faking through every session until now.

“I thought you were helping me make amends.” He forges an unamused smile, which was second nature now.

“Yes and that’s why I asked you about her.” She looks up from the folder, the smallest smile tugging at her lips.

“It says here that you guys were complicated.” She continues, eyes skimming over a particular page.

Complicated was the last thing he’d use to describe it.

Cause it was the one thing that gave him some clarity, hope that he could be deserving of love again someday.

“We used to date. We broke up.” He gruffs, crossing his arms.

Maybe he should fake a mechanical failure in his arm, reschedule for another time.

“Do you still love her?”

He doesn’t answer but it’s written all over his face and Cecelia can read him like a book.

She turns over his list that she’d assigned him to make, eyes trailing down names until it reaches a hastily crossed out name at the end.

“Why don’t we pick this up next week? I hope you’ll be more comfortable to talk about it then.” She hands him back the small, black notebook.

He hesitantly takes it back, his feet already springing to get out of the room.

Was it just him or was the air running out in this tiny room.

“And, James?” She calls out.

He looks back, slightly winded.

“Remember, sometimes you need to just take a leap of faith, trust your heart.”

He nods solemnly, almost tripping over his legs trying to get to the door.

Hands fumbling over the handle, he’s greeted by a rush of cool air when he finally opens the goddamn door.

He stuffs the notebook in his pocket, taking big strides towards the exit.

It’s the same everyday.

Keep his head down, one sharp left, stop by the nearby cafe if he feels like it.

But today, he takes a right, taking out his flip phone he prefers to the touch screens these days.

Punching in the only number he knows, his stomach’s doing flips.

Don’t pick up, don’t pick up.

“So you do know how to call someone.” Sam picks up after a few rings.

He could almost hear the stupid smirk.

“How are you?” He cringes, the grip on his phone tightening.

It’s a small pause before Sam chuckles, “Y/N’s doing fine. In fact, she just got back from a mission in Prague yesterday.”

Of course, you’d still be going on missions, it was the only thing you knew.

“That’s not why I called.” He huffs, leaning against his car now.

It was an old, beat up Honda that he’d fixed up from the local junkyard.

“Really? Then enlighten me.”

It was Cecelia’s fault for bringing you up. If she hadn’t brought her up, he wouldn’t be here doing this.

“Where is she?” He closes his eyes, wanting the ground to just crack open and swallow him whole.

“Right where you left her.”

He mumbles a hasty goodbye cause he’s not sure he can trust himself to keep his composure any longer.

Getting into the car, he pulls out the notebook, going through the list.

He’d ticked off the list last month, even adding a few more names just to avoid the crossed out name at the end.

He jams the keys in, the car purring to life, before he can change his mind.

The door is taunting him.

He doesn’t know how but it is.

A quick exhale and he raises his hand to knock on it, half hoping you won’t open it.

But you do.

He always loved your eyes cause they held so much life to them.

Like for now, confusion morphing to recognition and rage in an instant.

You’re in bad shape, he can gather from the slight limp and bruises.

It feels like forever before you call his name in disbelief, what he’s longed to hear for so long.

He wishes you’d curse him out, hit him or tell him to go away cause that’s what he deserves.

But you don’t.

Instead, your pretty eyes brim with tears.

“Don’t.” He grits his teeth, unable to meet your eyes.

He always hated to see you cry.

“Then, why’d you leave?” Your voice breaks as months of bottled up heartache pour out.

He had to.

You were the only right thing he’d done in a long long time and he couldn’t mess it up.

“I needed to fix myself before I could trust myself around you.”

He grimaces as he remembers the life draining out of your face, while his hands were wrapped around your neck.

That very night he’d left, requested for therapy and could only hope it would work.

But it didn’t.

There was no fixing anything, he’d realised that waking up from nightmares far too many times.

“You could have picked up the phone.” Your voice barely above a whisper, stinging like a nasty burn.

He almost did, everytime.

But he hated himself too much to allow that.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all he can whisper, fighting the urge to take you in his arms.

“If you’d just let me in, realise that I do understand you.” You’re basically pleading at this point but you don’t care.

“I know you do. But you don’t have to. You deserve a better guy.” He says the same thing when he left like a broken radio.

“There is no better guy for me, Bucky. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” You limp over closer to him.

You know he’s focused only on your limp, eyes filled with concern as they rake over your wounds.

“Does it hurt?”

The same thing he always used to ask after a mission while tending to your injuries.

“Yea, here.” You pat the left side of your chest, biting down a smile.

He has to fight back one too, but it’s kinda hard.

You meet his eyes, a little too long cause you’ve missed gazing into them every morning.

Maybe this is the leap of faith Cecelia keeps droning on about, he thinks as he leans in, “We should take a look at that, then.”

You sniffle, “I’m still mad at you.”

He laughs, which involuntarily makes you 2% less mad.

“I missed you.” He whispers, his lips inches away from yours.

You don’t have to say it back cause he knows.

He leans in closer, ghosting over your lips, waiting for your approval.

You close the distance, lips crashing into his almost in desperation.

Which you regret almost immediately cause you taste blood.

A split lip and kissing, not so pretty.

He pulls away and you mewl, pulling him back.

“You’re only making your lips worse.” He chuckles, hands slipping into yours.

Instead, he kisses your forehead, trailing all the way to your lips where he pecks them gently.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, head leaning on yours.

“I forgave you a long time ago. I was just waiting for you to come back.” You sob, tears springing out again.

He pulls you into his chest, steady hands you’ve craved for so long.

Gently rocking you back and forth, he strokes your hair, fleeting kisses to calm you down.

You’re struggling to keep your legs stable as your eyes grow heavy but you ignore the blatant aches in your body cause you don’t want to leave his embrace.

And he somehow always seems to notice.

“You need to rest.”

You shake your head, holding onto him even tighter.

He knows he won’t win against your stubborn ass so he lifts you up carefully, legs swinging over his arms while you snake your hands around his neck for support.

“Stay.” You mumble as he takes you in the room you two used to share.

And he does.

Boy, was Cecelia in for a ride next session.

a/n : im cringing as i post this🧎🏻‍♀️🔫🏃🏻‍♀️jsneyswjausowkaw but supeerr excited for tfatws this friday :)) also i named bucky’s therapist for convenience lol im pretty sure she’s not named in the first ep? i could be wrong tho

#bucky barnes #tfatws #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #mcu #marvel

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forever-rogue · 3 years ago

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hellooo An idea crossed my mind and i cannot stop thinking about your great mind making it possible what abou din djarin and reader having a fight. Mando is very protective. He basically shows than reader cannot keep themselve safe. That bothers reader and they run away. Mando tries not to worry, but finally he is running through the rain at the night begging for pardon. Very angst and happy ending

AN | I am apparently back in my Din feels because this...made me soft 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x GN!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

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When Din woke up, it wasn’t because he was startled out of slumber by the little one, or an intruder - no. This was a much more pleasant way to wake up - to the smell of something delicious cooking. He rubbed his bleary eyes, almost as if making sure he was actually awake or just having a very realistic dream. Upon slowly sitting up and letting his feet hit the padded floor of the small bedroom, he discovered that it was all very much real.

A groan escaped his lips as he stretched and reached for a shirt to throw on before making his way down the kitchen. Despite having revealed his face to you, it seemed almost more intimate to reveal the rest of his body to you. Opening the door, half-expecting to see his green son, he was surprised to find nothing, but he did hear you in the kitchen.

Slowly shuffling his way down the hallway, a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You were so absorbed in what you were doing that you didn’t seem to hear him. He watched you for a moment, noticing that you had Grogu sitting at your feet, playing with one of his favorite little toys. You were cooking something, he wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it smelled delicious; he hadn’t even realized you’d have anything at the small refuge that could make something so delicious.

After a few moments, Grogu caught Din’s eye and cooed excitedly before slowly clambering over to him.

“What’s wrong?” you looked down at him, but he was quickly out of your sight, causing you to turn around and find Din watching you with a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes, “oh! I didn’t even hear you - how long have you been up?”

“Not long,” he leaned down and scooped Grogu up in his arms before gently clutching him to his chest in a tender hug, "you've been busy...I didn't even know we had anything to make something that smells so...good."

"That's because we didn't," you admitted with a small sheepish little grin, "I got up early and went to the market to get stuff for all of our favorites!"

"You...what?!" his eyes widened in surprise as your blood froze in your veins. He definitely ….did not sound happy, "you went to the market by yourself?"

"Yes - but it was only for a little while this morning. All I did was get some food, I swear," you grew nervous as he took a step closer, "everything was fine! There’s no need to worry.”

“Did anyone follow you back?” he asked, trying to calm the seemingly millions of racing thoughts that suddenly sprung up. Din could tell that you were scared at his sudden shift in demeanor, but he was just so worried.

“No?” it was a small whimper that left your lips, “I don’t think so...why would someone follow me?”

“See, that’s what I mean-” he stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed deeply. He wasn’t angry at you...it was just the worry and fear of not keeping you safe, “there are bad people hiding out in every corner of the galaxy. Even here, where it seems we’re safe for now. You can’t just trust people...if something had happened to you...I don’t know what I would do.”

“I just talked to the vendors, that’s all, I swear,” tears pricked at the back of your eyes as you backed up against the counter, “I can handle myself, at least for something so simple!”

“That’s just it, you can’t!” he’d never raised his voice like that against you and it was enough to just break you. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you held back any comments, instead staring at the floor in silence, “it’s nothing against you. It’s just…”

“It’s fine,” you managed to choke out as you pushed past him to head back to your room. You didn’t even bother to turn off the stove or anything in your rush to get out. Din didn’t find it in himself to say anything as he watched you walk away. He hated himself in that moment for how he acted and had made you feel. He really did just want to keep you safe, that was his only intent, and yet he’d managed to even screw that up.

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You dabbed at your eyes as you finished loading up your small pack. It was the dead of the night and you were desperately hoping that Din and Grogu were fast asleep so you could make a quiet exit.

You didn’t really want to leave, and you didn’t want to let go of either of them, but if Din really didn’t think you were capable of handling yourself for even such a menial task, then did he trust you at all? This was a dangerous life, and you’d known that from the very first day that you’d met Din. But here you were, still at his side. Maybe he’d never wanted you here anyway…maybe he was just being polite. Either way, from here on out, he wasn’t going to have to deal with you any longer. It felt heavy in your heart, but right now it seemed like the right decision.

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The door creaked slightly as you shut it, and for a moment your heart almost stopped, sure that the bounty hunter would have heard it. After a few beats of silence when no sounds had met your ears, you decided that you were in the clear and headed out in the dark wood. It was a beautiful refuge during the day, but in the dead of night, it sent a shiver down your spine.

A few drops of rain left onto your face as you hugged, lugging your pack higher on your back. If you kept going through the night, by the morning you’d be at the transit depo and could make your way from this planet and away from your boys.

You turned around and cast a forlorn look back at the small house that had served as a home for a few months now. You'd come here for a much break from the hustle of real life; you'd never thought it would lead to this.

Deciding it was best to go, you'd let a long sigh before turning on your heel and walking away, listening to the soft crunch of gravel under your feet.

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Din woke up with a start, waking up in the middle of an odd dream. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to steady breathing, wiping the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t place it exactly, but something was off. He hastily pushed back the blankets as he scrambled out of the bed and over to the small makeshift crib where Grogu was. The little one was sleeping soundly as he snoozed away, undisturbed by anything.

Huffing lightly, he opened the door to his room and walked down the hallway, pausing in front of your door. It was shut completely - a sure sign that something was up; you’d normally always kept it open just a crack. With his hand poised on the door handle, he paused to listen for any sounds, but when he didn’t hear anything, he slowly opened the door, whispering your name.

He looked around the room, his heart dropping into stomach as he realized that you were gone. Instinct kicked in and he ran out of the room and back to his, hastily reaching for any clothes he could find. Din didn’t even bother to make sure anything looked good, but finished with his boots and a blaster, grabbing Grogu gently and placing him in his bag. The child made a few sounds of discontent as he was suddenly woken up, but he too immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Sorry,” he patted the top of little fuzzy head before throwing open the door and practically running out. By now, it was raining completely and he cursed him for not bringing an umbrella; but in reality it was the least of his concerns. He was able to quickly spot one of your boot prints in mud, and found your path from there. If he had nothing else going for him, at least he still had well honed skills as a hunter, “let’s go. We don’t have any time to lose.”

Grogu just made a worried little sound in response.

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It felt like you had been walking for hours and you left no nearer your destination than when you had started. But you had to keep walking - turning back wasn’t an option anymore. You heard something in the distance behind you, causing you to freeze in fear. Swallowing thickly, you decided to carry on without looking behind you.

But after a few beats, you kept hearing the same sounds and...was that your name? The hairs on your arm stood on end as you were positive that someone was calling your name. Your heart left like it was going to burst out of your chest as you stopped and slowly turned around.

An explosion of butterflies rumbled through your tummy as you spotted Din coming out of the wood, drenched as you were by the rain. An unreadable expression was on his face as he rushed toward you, Grogu poking his head out of the pouch and grinning when he realized it was. Your stomach flipped a little at the sight of your two favorite people as they came towards you. You raised your hand in a small wave, but rooted your feet on the ground.

“I found you...you’re safe,” he was breathless as he stopped in front of you, a small, hesitant smile tugging on his features, “I woke up and you were gone…”

“Yeah,” you managed to choke out as you shrugged lightly, “I figured...it might be better this way, I dunno. You said I couldn’t even handle myself, so I figured it’d be easier if I just took myself out of the equation.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he admittedly without pausing for even a moment, “I didn’t mean how it came out, and I’m sorry. I do think you can handle yourself and whatever you need, I can teach you. I feel like bantha fodder for what I said. I’m sorry.”

“‘s okay,” you whispered softly, “I was just thinking that maybe...maybe this is better for you. If it was just you and the kid. That way you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I want to worry about you,” he promised, causing you to look at him with eyes, a nervous expression on your face, “I...want to keep you safe. Here, with us.”

“Y-you do?” you met his eyes, finding them just as nervous as he tried to gauge your response.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously, trying not to completely spill his heart onto his sleeve then and there. No - that could be saved for later, somewhere much warmer and dryer, “I shouldn’t have just reacted the way I did. And even if you don’t forgive me, I am truly sorry. I just had to tell you.”

“I forgive you,” a shy smile met his as you took his outstretched hand in yours, “I shouldn’t have reacted so dramatically either. I could have saved both of us from getting this wet...I...thank you for coming back for me.”

“I always will,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I promise.”

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theunholygrails · 3 years ago

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Foolish Games Part 2

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A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

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“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

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“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

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Hay fever : Genshin various

a/n : suffering from seasonal allergies isn't fun . so instead of trying to do school work, i'm gonna write hcs to make myself feel better

character(s) : Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe contents : fluff with a bit of crack (my specialty) + : reader has really bad seasonal allergies

Xiao :

he doesn't really understand tbh

he plays it off as a common cold at first and entrusts you with Verr, much to her annoyance. he didn't realize the true severity of the situation until a week had passed.

he's heard of seasonal allergies before, so it's not like he was entirely clueless, he just didn't know how to go about treating it.

because of this, he turned into a big ball of concern for the entirety of spring

he asked everyone he could for help, even that ginger haired harbinger (to which he had no clue since he basically lives on an iceberg)

this also happened to peek Zhongli's interest, who then took him to Bubu pharmacy to learn more. it took Xiao about 5 different interrogations to actually visit Bubu, he cursed himself internally for not checking there in the first place

of course, Baizhu laughed it off and informed the both of them on how allergies work, how they're triggered, and how to prevent/soothe them

if you sneezed/sniffled, he was immediately by your side with a tissue and some water. itchy eyes, he had a small bottle of eyedrops for you courtesy of Dr. Baizhu and Qiqi

it was amusing to say the least, watching a feared Yaksha running around frantically in order to soothe your allergies

of course, he soon picked up that it was because you went outside every goddamn day to complete commissions and to pick flowers for who knows who (Qiqi, you often found yourself picking herbs with her because who could say no to that face?)

he legit locked you in your room at Wangshuu Inn and did your commissions for you. he didn't want you in any pain, so he stayed with you when he finished all of his tasks

he didn't isolate you though, but if he takes you out he makes sure you take your allergy medicine (given by Qiqi, ty bby) and that you have a mask on

Diluc :

he never really experienced hay fever, but he knows the gist of it

he's heard stories of it from customers of the Angel's Share and was immensely grateful to the Archons for blessing him with immunity to seasonal allergies

but he wasn't prepared to catch you practically sneezing your guts out one morning

Diluc drops everything, much to Adelinde's horror, and orders for a box of tissues and water immediately. he whips out the blankets from under the couch that he knew you hid and props you on some pillows he fluffed in a panicked rush

the maids watch with a nervous chuckle as he runs around the mansion, completely forgetting about his shift at the Angel's Share and his nightly heroic duties

as soon as he calms down from the initial shock of how hard allergies hit you, he asks you how your feeling and if he can do anything

the next day he asks Donna (who stutters at his mere presence), who mind you is an employee at the Floral Whisper, since Flora isn't there herself about hay fever. he figured that people who worked at a flower shop would know about allergies caused by the pollen produced by flowers

he brings back medicine that you've been instructed to take daily as to lessen the affects of your allergies

despite his day duties, he offers to take up your daily commissions during the days you are physically unable to do them or just does them of his own volition

he trusts that the maids will take care of you in his stead

in the mean time, you're allowed to roam the city as you wish, but that's about it. he threatened Lawrence and Swan that they would feel the wrath of retribution if you stepped foot outside the city

Mondstadt was a land of eternal springtime, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the city without his supervision

while all of this may be a bit much, he makes sure to let you know that this is just him caring for you. he doesn't want to seem overbearing and trusts that you know what's happening to your body and how to treat it

Kaeya :

he laughs at your demise

what did you expect ?

but he really is worrying on the inside

he makes sure to check in with Barbara just to make sure that you're not suffering from a lethal disease

once he knows that they're just seasonal allergies, (almost) all his worries subside and he sighs of relief

he notifies Jean beforehand (but sometimes forgets), he works considerably less during the time of your allergies since he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of you

he also doesn't drink as much, surprising, he knows

he refrains from bringing you flowers as he usually does and instead spoils you with unnecessary affection

Kaeya doesn't worry as much since he puts faith in you that you know what's going on in your body. since they're seasonal allergies, he realizes that you must've gone through this before and know how to treat it

since you can't really cure it, you just act more cautious in the outdoors

he often accompanies you on your daily commissions and such, just to be sure that your okay. he takes over the moment you pause to sneeze or itch your nose even once

aside from this, he's the other reason why your allergies are unbearable

once they're all done and over, he teases you relentlessly about how reliant you were on him when in reality it was him doing your tasks of his own volition rather than you asking him. you told him several times that you could handle it, but he persisted nonetheless

he's more reasonable during your hay fever, and despite his unnecessary comments, you find it endearing

Albedo :

he is among the few men who are actually calm during the situation, but since when is he not?

he probably already has a remedy for you that greatly lessens the affect of your allergies

but even without it, he trusts that you know how to handle it

the only factor in here that would cause chaos-

is Klee

once Klee hears you sneeze all hell breaks loose in Albedo's workspace

she runs around everywhere looking for tissues and then ends up bringing Mondstadt's entire supply, which you and Albedo laugh nervously at

once Klee calms down, you explain the bare minimum of hay fever, which she manages to understand

while he has faith that you can treat it yourself, Albedo still recommends that you stay inside more rather than going out exploring and looking for chests, to which you sheepishly comply

Jean cannot thank you enough when it comes to Klee's behavior during this season, as Klee tends to spend more time at home with you and Albedo once you finish your commissions so that "you don't feel lonely!"

she even drew you a picture to show how much she cared!

if you can't sleep at night because of your allergies, Albedo (who is probably still up working) will gladly allow you to indulge in his studies or to just simply read with you until you fall asleep

he too is also happy that you managed to tame Klee

Childe :

this man has no idea what the fuck hay fever is

need I remind you that he grew up in the land of perpetual winter, hay fever doesn't even exist to him. unlike everyone else, he hasn't even heard of the concept

so when you hold a finger up during your weekly sparring, he pauses with a curious tilt of his head

he screams in horror as you sneeze out all of your bodily fluids not once, not twice, but three times

Childe calls off the spar and cradles you in your arms as if you're about to die

it's until he rushes you to Baizhu in a panicked frenzy that he realizes that its...a fever?

now Baizhu is a patient man, he had to raise a zombie child who basically loses her memory each time she wakes up and wields a sword/cryo abilities

but he was getting tired of Childe's endless questions quick.

Childe shrieks as the normally passive pharmacist slams his hands down on the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile

he ceases in his questions, apologizes for bothering him, and races back to the Northland Bank in a cold sweat

it takes you explaining it in a calm voice for him to finally understand it

and he takes this very seriously

while he knows that it's seasonal and that you've gone through it before, he can't help but worry for you

he coddles you, and he doesn't relent even if you tell him

he slaps a mask on you, takes away your fighting privileges, and even order his subordinates to keep an eye on you at all times

that is if he's not already

he clings

he's attached to you

he just wants you to feel better, and you appreciate it, but it can get a little too much sometimes

and while you do tell him this, the same situation happens every year when spring comes around and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Baizhu can't catch a break from the rowdy harbinger

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