#why did we move the original mattress from the room ?? why ???

[cryptidsdad]

just realized that since we took the mattress out of the guest bedroom (so I can put my own in there once we build the bed frame) that I have nowhere to sleep tonight

[misfit0789]

Miserable

Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: R is tired of being left out at work so they talk to Alessia about it.

Word count: ~ 1k words

Warnings: Shitty bosses, other than that none

Just a short one while I work on a couple longer fics.

Y/n POV

"Y/n, I'll see you at the party tomorrow, right? The one we got for finishing that training?" I look up from the report I'm working on to see my supervisor leaning on my desk. I push back my chair and lean back in my seat looking at him.

"I never knew there was a party even happening. I knew there was a possibility of one but not that one was happening," I say confused. He looks at me surprised.

"Really? I'll forward you the invite," He stands and returns to his desk. I roll my chair back to face my computer and open my email waiting for the invite to arrive in my inbox. I refresh the page and open the email once it loads. I scoff lightly when I see the invite was originally sent two weeks ago.

Seriously? This is the third time I've been left off something in two weeks!

"Thanks for sending it over. I was one of the first done with the training I'm confused how I was missed on the invite." I call back to him as my desk cube is in front of him only separated by the divider.

"I'm not sure, but at least you have it now," he says going back to what he was doing. I sigh and go back to the report.

Later that afternoon…

I sat in the last meeting of the day with my supervisor and other team members who are in the office and not remote today. I open my OneNote to capture the notes from today's meeting before looking up as the lead for the meeting begins to speak.

"So, in out meeting from the other day we discussed-" I immediately stop listening when the other meeting is mentioned the notes long forgotten.

I was never in another meeting with these people. I thought this was the first one.

This is getting ridiculous. I have been fere for over a year and I have been left out of almost everything that has to do with this project and yet they expect me to know what is going on. I'm over it.

I sit quietly and patiently wait for the end of the day so I can go home.

Time Skip

"Babe! You're home!" I smile hearing the voice of my girlfriend of five years.

"Hi, my love," I set my computer bag down on the bench by the door and open my arms to catch her as she runs to me from the kitchen. I wrap my arms around her body tucking my head into her neck, as her arms wrap around my neck holding me close to her. I let out a sigh of relief in her arms tightening my hold on her waist. She holds me having a sense that I need this.

"Rough day?" She whispers into the quiet between us. I nod, she turns her head pressing a kiss to my head. "Why don’t you go freshen up, we'll order take out and spend the night in bed. I nod again and reluctantly release her from my hold before moving towards our ensuite to shower and change.

Once I was showered and changed into an old college t shirt and basketball shorts. I walk into our room to see Alessia in an old jersey of mine from when I played softball in high school and a pair of underwear. She is sat leaning against the headboard, bags from my favorite takeout place in front of her, Law and Order SVU queued up on the TV in our room. I slowly move towards my side of the bed before flopping face down into the mattress.

"What happened today, baby? I've never seen you this bad after work," Alessia asks running her fingers through my hair. I take a minute before I turn onto my side, propping my head up on my arm to look up at her.

"Remember how a few weeks ago I told you that the team was told if we completed all the training before the other teams, they'd give us a pizza party?" She nods, "Well apparently we did that and were given the party, which is tomorrow but they sent the original invite two weeks ago. And now there was other meetings besides the one they sent me to today about the project that they have not included me on. I was lost the entire meeting on what they were talking about because it was a continuation of the previous meetings. I have been with this company for over a year, and they have been excluding me from the start! My supervisor is an ass and won't tell me anything, and he seems to be avoiding me at all costs. Anytime I ask anyone on the team a question they act as if talking to me or helping me is some big inconvenience for them. I just can't take it anymore." I proclaim, dropping onto my back. I lay my arms over my eyes and release a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry baby," I feel the shift in the bed as she moves closer before feeling her hand splay across my chest. "This job was only temporary until you had everything together to be able to open the café. It's all about done now, so tomorrow call them and tell them you quit. We have enough savings to work with until we have money coming in from the café. The girls and I will help in any way that we can. There is no sense in you staying somewhere you are miserable," I remove my arms from my face to look at Alessia. When we make eye contact, she offers me a reassuring smile before she leans down to capture my lips in a kiss. I place my hands on her waist and maneuver her to be straddling my hips.

"What would I ever do without you in my life?" I whisper into the air between us once we part. She chuckles and presses another kiss to my lips before answering.

"Probably live a miserable life," I chuckle and nod before wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me as she buries her head in my neck pressing light kisses there. I let out a sigh knowing that things are going to change for the better.

[sluttywonwoo]

arm's-length || y.jh

pairing: yoon jeonghan x female reader

summary: you wake up sick the night before you're supposed to join your boyfriend on his work trip. you don't want to get him sick but he still wants you to go. a compromise is made.

warnings: swearing, mentions of covid (the reader does not have it though!!!!), suggestive content (mdni;18+)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: this was originally posted (years ago) on my main/tom holland account. but since i'm sick right now, i thought i might post it here too

notes: fans aren't (as) weird about k-pop idols dating in this au, seventeen also doesn't fly privately in this au... just suspend your disbelief for me

When you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, throat burning, you assumed the worst. The shrill beeping of the thermometer in your mouth only confirmed what you already knew. You sighed, washed the thermometer and put it back in the medicine cabinet, trading it for a rapid COVID test. You still had a few a stacked underneath the sink for cases like these. You opened the package, swabbed yourself, and reached into the medicine cabinet bottle of ibuprofen. You shook two pills into your palm and used your other hand to cup water from the faucet to swallow them with. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you took a moment to look back up into the mirror at your bleak appearance. Even in the darkness you could see glassy, tired eyes staring back at you and a fine sheen of sweat that had broken out on your forehead. 

It felt like the minutes were dragging by, but your phone’s timer was going off before you knew it. You checked the test- negative, thank god, and then took a seat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, trying to decide what to do. Jeonghan was leaving to go to Paris tomorrow morning for an UNESCO event, and you were supposed to be going with him. But you couldn’t get him sick too. You wouldn’t.

Resolving to spend the rest of the night on the couch, you tiptoed back into the bedroom to grab your pillow and a blanket.

Jeonghan turned over towards you as you attempted to quietly gather everything in your arms at your side of the bed without dropping anything and you bit back a curse.

“Baby?” he asked groggily, voice raspy. You saw him blinking hard, trying to get his eyes to adjust so he could see you, but you took a step back into the darkness, knowing that if he saw the state you were in he’d never fall back to sleep, and he needed it desperately.

“Go back to sleep, Hannie, I’ll be right back,” you lied, biting your lip as you did so, but you saw him relax back into the mattress and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the living room you sprawled out on the couch, but your aching muscles prevented you from getting comfortable. The thin blanket you’d dragged from the bedroom didn’t do much for your chill, but you wrapped it around you tightly anyway, hoping it would subside once the medicine kicked in.

“Baby?” you awoke to Jeonghan’s concerned voice above you.

You sat up with a groan and immediately shut your eyes tightly, willing the splitting headache that must’ve developed overnight to go away.  

“Why’re you out here?” he asked. “Did we have a fight I’m not remembering?”

You smiled weakly. “No, baby, I’m just not feeling that good so I moved to the couch. Didn’t want to get you sick.”

“What?”

“I just have a little fever, it’s not a big deal.”

Jeonghan looked appalled. “How little?”

You pressed your lips together, not answering. His soft brown eyes hardened just the tiniest bit and he leaned over the couch to feel your forehead. You ducked him initially, and he chuckled at your stubbornness, putting his hand on your shoulder gently to steady you and you surrendered. His cool fingers on your warm skin felt nice and you let yourself relax slightly back into him as he gauged your temperature for himself.

“You’re burning up, love. Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt.

“You needed sleep,” you explained, voice barely audible.

“And you didn’t?” 

You shrugged. “You have all that important stuff starting today, I just didn’t want-”

“I’m canceling it,”

“No, Jeonghan, you’re not.”

“You’re sick!”

“You can’t cancel on the UN,” you repeated in a measured tone. 

“What are they going to do, fire me?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I’d go as far as to say they’d murder you.” You took a deep breath. “I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

Jeonghan let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “But you shouldn’t have to!”

“It’s fine, babe, really. I do it all the time, my immune system is a bitch.” You laughed lightly.

“Because I’m gone all the time,” he murmured in realization.

You frowned because that’s not what you’d been trying to get at, but you knew Jeonghan was already beating himself up for it anyway. “You know that’s not your fault. Your job…” you trailed off. 

“I just want to be able to take care of you.”

“And I don’t want to get you sick during the most important season of your career.”

Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I-I can’t just leave you like this!”

“Fine, what about a compromise?” you asked with a cough. Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, but was listening. “I go with you, but you can’t touch me.”

“What? I can’t-” he sputtered.

“Not until I’m better! Do you know how much of an earful I’d get from your managers if I gave you what I have?”

“That’s a terrible compromise.”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

“You realize how ridiculous that sounds? I can’t touch my fucking girlfriend?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you’ll let me take care of you.”

“You can. From an arm’s length.”

“An arm’s length?! Like literally?”

“Yep.” You held your arm out in front of you to demonstrate. “That should be good.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You were not kidding. And you were nothing if not stubborn. At the airport,  you were able to exchange your first class ticket for an economy seat in a row that wasn’t completely full when Jeonghan was taking pictures with some fans. You felt a little guilty about stranding him and going behind his back, but you told yourself it was for his own good. 

“Ready, babe?” you asked with as bright a smile as you could manage, hoping you didn’t look as sweaty as you felt.

The girls Jeonghan was surrounded by glanced up at you and gave you polite smiles. They backed off to give you guys some space, but still watched on curiously as the two of you interacted.

Jeonghan reached out for your hand and you didn’t pull away, knowing how bitchy it would look in front of the fans. He smirked as he interlaced his fingers with yours and waved goodbye to the girls. As soon as you got to the security line you yanked your hand out of his grasp, pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirting a bit into his hands. 

“You’re paranoid,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together nonetheless.

“I’m trying to save my own ass,” you muttered coughing into your sleeve a couple of times. A few people in line gave you wary looks, but you ignored them.

You sat two seats apart from Jeonghan at the gate while you were waiting for the plane to arrive and Jeonghan didn’t protest, talking to you softly as you rested your eyes. You liked to listen to his voice, and he didn’t understand it, but indulged you anyway. He talked about different people around the terminal, describing them in detail. He talked about his sister, gossiped about his members like they weren’t sitting a few feet away. He talked about how beautiful you looked, making you laugh. You were wearing his clothes, the ones you’d gone to sleep in, and your eyes were bright red. Your entire face was flushed and you were still sweaty.

“It’s time for more medicine, my love,” Jeonghan reminded you softly and you opened your eyes again. You sat up and held your palm open so that your boyfriend could shake the pills from the bottle into your hand. You swallowed them with a sip of sprite. The bubbles felt good on your throat. 

An announcement was made for first class to start boarding and Jeonghan stood with a stretch, cracking his knuckles. 

“That’s us, baby,” he said when you didn’t stand, beckoning you to join him.

“About that…”

“About what?”

-

“Mr. Yoon, I’m really sorry, but you need to board, sir.” The flight attendant was young and nervous. You felt bad about holding everyone up, and even worse for making this woman’s job harder than it had to be.

“Please just give me another moment,” he pleaded impatiently. 

You’d been arguing with him for about ten minutes. The rest of first class had already boarded and business class was on standby, the only one holding them up being Jeonghan. In any other circumstance they would’ve gone ahead and started boarding business class anyway, but because Jeonghan was a priority passenger, they had to wait for him to be seated before they could continue. 

“It makes no sense. Why the fuck would you switch you tickets?”

“Jeonghan, we’re making a scene,” you said tiredly, noticing some of the passengers waiting had their phones out. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but you knew this wasn’t going to turn out well for either of you. 

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” you apologized, your voice coming out weak. “Can we talk about this later?”

He hesitated, but ultimately gave in with a curt nod. 

“Now get your ass on that plane. I’ll see you when we land.”

Jeonghan gave you a tight smile and a kiss on the cheek that made you freeze. “I love you.”

“Love you.” Bastard. 

And then you watched him go, shoulders tense, expression guarded as he handed the scanned his ticket and walked into the tunnel.

You were one of the last to board, lagging behind the other passengers as not to draw more attention to yourself. Though in hindsight, it had the opposite effect. You could feel everyone watching you out of the corner of their eyes as you walked to the back of the plane and took your seat.

The only other person in your row was an older businesswoman which left the middle seat open. She gave you a nod before turning back to her kindle. You settled into your seat for the flight and shut your eyes. You just wanted to spend the next eight hours asleep and not thinking about how Jeonghan was probably fuming in his own seat right now, but you knew your chances were slim. 

By the time the plane landed, you hadn’t even slept for an hour, despite how hard you tried. It only added to how miserable and exhausted you already were. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of your phone screen and winced at how wrecked you looked. You were already dreading getting off the plane. Not only was Jeonghan probably still mad at you, but you knew people would be taking pictures of the two of you in the airport and you looked like shit. But there wasn’t much you could do about it aside from trying to comb through your hair with your fingers, which did little to nothing. 

Jeonghan was waiting for you on the jet bridge when you got off the plane, but he didn’t speak to you. You followed him off the ramp and into the airport where he slowed a little bit so you could grab his hand.

It was a routine you were used to, but tired of. Pretending like everything was okay in public when it wasn’t. You knew it was necessary, but you didn’t like how natural it had become for you. You and Jeonghan fought like any other couple, only you had to hide it. Putting on a happy face had become second nature, even when you felt shitty. And Jeonghan giving you the silent treatment right now made you feel shitty. 

You knew you couldn’t blame him either, you had lied to him, but you already felt like you were dying and his anger wasn’t helping. 

The airport seemed a million miles long and your hand felt sweaty in Jeonghan’s. He smiled and nodded at the fans who were waiting over by baggage claim and the entrance and you tried to do the same, but your cheeks hurt after just a few minutes and you knew the pictures posted online later were going to be rough. 

You were almost out the door and in an Uber, when you began coughing and doubled over in the middle of the walkway. It was all way more dramatic than it should’ve been. It wasn’t really a big deal, it happened whenever you got sick because your asthma was a bitch. You just needed a moment to catch your breath, but in a second Jeonghan had a hand on your shoulder, standing in front of you to block you from onlookers and cameras.

“Baby, are you alright?” he asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Now you talk to me?” you shot back, smirking when a brief shade of bitterness crossed over Jeonghan’s features. You straightened up and brushed yourself off like nothing had happened. “I’m fine, Jeonghan. Let’s get to the hotel, yeah?”

He sighed, and gave you a once-over like he wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth, but relented and grabbed your hand- the one you’d accidentally coughed into before switching to the crook of your elbow (like you were supposed to do to avoid spreading germs) and you rolled your eyes. He was impossible.

Jeonghan rubbed your head in the Uber on the way to the hotel and you didn’t protest. You weren’t being very good about enforcing the whole “arm’s length” rule, but you gave yourself a pass for this one. 

-

Once at the hotel, you tried to carry some of the luggage up to your room and nearly gave Jeonghan a heart attack in the process. The way his eyes bugged out of his head when you picked up the biggest duffel bag in the pile and slung it over your shoulder while he was trying to check in was comical. You saw him curse and apologize to the receptionist before jogging over to where you were standing, leaving his credit card and wallet on the counter. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he hissed, and took the duffel bag from you, promptly dropping it on the floor. 

You grinned at him sheepishly. “Sorry?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, something he’d been doing a lot in the past twelve hours. “Just- stay here, okay? And don’t do any more weightlifting.”

You shook your head at him as he walked back over to the check-in desk, while keeping his eyes on you and nearly tripping over a side table on the way there. You stood there for a second while he finished up the paperwork and the security deposit, too out of it to do anything with yourself.

“Let’s go, hot stuff,” Jeonghan called out from across the lobby, flashing a pair of keycards at you.

He grabbed the bags this time and handed you the keys in return. As soon as you were in the room and the door clicked shut behind you, you flopped down onto the bed like a starfish, and groaned in pain.

“I’m so sorry you’re sick, baby,” Jeonghan said sweetly as he kneeled on the carpet beside you.

“And I’m sorry I went behind your back and changed my seat on the plane without telling you.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it. I would’ve liked to sit next to you, though.” 

“I would’ve liked that too, but I refuse to get you sick, Jeonghan. And I got like two hundred airline points when I downgraded my seat!” 

You smiled triumphantly and Jeonghan chuckled. He propped himself up on the edge of the bed on his elbows and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. He frowned.

“When was the last time you took medicine, y/n?”

You tried to recall it, but you couldn’t remember. Your brain felt too fuzzy. “I dunno.”

“Did you take anything on the plane?”

“Um…” you winced, knowing you were about to get an earful. 

“‘I can take care of myself’ absolute bullshit,” Jeonghan scoffed and reached for the backpack next to him. “I’m never leaving you home sick again.”

“Hannieee,” you whined.

He parroted your name back in the exact same tone of voice. “Here, let’s take your temperature.”

He held the thermometer out to you and you put it under your tongue lazily, already knowing it wasn’t going to be pretty. It beeped loudly only a few seconds later and Jeonghan snatched it out of your mouth before you could look at it. 

“Fuck.”

“What’s the damage, doc?”

He cracked a small smile and sighed. “One hundred point six.” He checked his watch. “Okay, it’s about six-thirty now, you can take some ibuprofen now and then some tylenol at nine-thirty.”

“Are you really supposed to swap them out like that so much?” you asked, taking the pills Jeonghan offered you.

“The managers always did it for me and the members, we turned out fine.”

“Define ‘fine’,” you teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend. 

“Please just take your medicine,” Jeonghan begged. “You haven’t had any in your system for hours.”

“I’m usually good about this stuff,” you insisted and threw the medicine back with a gulp of water. 

He slid the bottle of pills back into the backpack along with the thermometer and crossed his arms. “Yeah, something tells me that when you get sick you keep going to work even though you tell me you’re staying home, you sleep on your breaks, take ibuprofen every ten hours or so, don’t really use your inhaler- even when you’re coughing up a lung, and eat mmm once a day? That sound about right?”

He’d only really half nailed it. Well… maybe seventy percent nailed it. Eighty at best. You gave him an amused look and smiled smugly. “You don’t have any proof.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “I have your best friend.”

“Son of a bitch, I’m going to kill her.” You sat up and reached for your phone that you’d set up to charge on the bedside table. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan grabbed your wrist gently. “She was just trying to help, love. I asked her what you usually did when you’re sick so that I could know what you like and take care of you, and she told me the truth. She worries about you, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know that actually,” you admitted.

“Well she does.”

“I know those are all bad habits and stuff, but I’m not completely incompetent. I make myself tea and soup when I’m sick. I take hot baths, 

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“That’d be really nice at home, but… I don’t know, I’m just weird about hotel baths.”

He nodded in understanding. “I get it, let’s just shower instead.”

“Both of us?” you asked hesitantly.

“I was thinking so?” He scrunched his face up in confusion. “Why?”

“Because,” you paused to cough, “I’m sick. I don’t want to get you sick. Arm’s length and all that.”

“I know, but it’ll help you feel better.” Jeonghan held his hand out to you. “Come on, baby,” he coaxed and led you into the bathroom. 

He managed to get you and himself undressed and in the shower without further argument from you. Truthfully, you were too tired to fight about it. You could barely stay awake and upright as Jeonghan worked shampoo through your hair, let alone form a comprehensible sentence. You moaned a bit as his strong hands rubbed soap down your torso, not being able to help your body’s reaction to his touch.

“You okay, baby?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you said and shook your head, immediately regretting it when the room started spinning around you. “Sorry, just kind of out of it.”

“Don’t worry, my love.” Jeonghan smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. You came to your senses and pushed yourself away from him. He didn’t even try to hide a frown this time.

“Can you at least try to stay healthy?” you sighed and stepped out of the shower.

Jeonghan wasn’t far behind you and wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you’re so fucking irresistible.”

You glared at him. “Smooth.”

He looked amused. “Wow you must be really sick, not even my pickup lines are working on you.”

“I’m going to bed,” you said, ignoring him.

You climbed into bed in a sweatshirt, pajama pants, and socks while Jeonghan came to bed in just his boxers. You looked at him in disbelief. 

“You’ll freeze, Hannie. It’s cold as fuck in here.”

“No it’s not,” he replied and bit his lip. “You’ve got a fever, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, baby. I can warm you up,” he offered and rolled over to hold you, only to be smacked with a pillow. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, Yoon.”

You made a small barrier of pillows between you so neither of you would accidentally (or purposely, ahem Jeonghan) roll over and touch the other in the middle of the night. 

“Are you serious?” Jeonghan pouted. “Baby-”

“Nuh-uh we had a deal. You need to be feeling your best for... whatever it is you’re doing tomorrow. You’re the interim leader, after all.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed and rolled over onto his other side.

“You’ll be thanking me whenever you don’t catch what I have,” you said and coughed a few more times. 

You rolled over to turn off the lamp on the table next to you before pulling the covers all the way up to your chin and finally, finally getting some sleep. 

You dreamt about him. About Jeonghan. About his hands on your body while being buried deep inside you. His mouth was on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. You arched your back when he moaned softly in your ear, gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, using the other to pull at his hair. You felt yourself getting close when he began thrusting into you harder than before and you gasped at the sensation, only getting closer to the edge when he called out your name. 

“Y/n,” at first whispered and then more firmly. “Y/n. Y/n!”

Your eyes snapped open and you searched the dark room frantically, looking for Jeonghan. He was right next to you, gazing at you in concern. His hair was sticking up all over the place from where he’d moved around in his sleep and he was looking at you expectantly. 

“You were calling out for me, are you okay?”

Your face was burning with embarrassment and you wondered if he could tell. You were still breathing hard, and you were a little sweaty, but you couldn’t tell if it was from your fever or from your dream. “I’m fine, sorry to wake you.” 

“Were you… dreaming about me?” he pressed, leaning over the pillow barrier to look at you closely. 

You hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”

“What was the dream about?”

“Nothing important, we were, um…in a corn maze! We were in a corn maze and I couldn’t find you and that’s why I was calling out for you.”

“A corn maze?” He didn’t look convinced.

“Mhm.”

“Baby?” he asked again. 

“Yeah?”

“Was it a sex dream?”

“…maybe.”

Jeonghan’s face lit up and he lifted himself up onto his arms to climb on top of you. “Here let me help-”

You held out and arm to stop him. “I’m, I’m fine Jeonghan,” you lied, clenching your thighs together. 

He flopped back down onto his stomach on top of the pillow barrier. “So if I reached into your panties right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

You swallowed. “Nope.”

“Liar.”

“I’m fine, Jeonghan! Sex is literally the last thing we should be doing right now! Do you know how much bacteria-”

“I never said anything about sex,” he countered.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was just going to eat you out! I want you to feel better, baby.”

“I think that’s somehow worse?”

“No way, I don’t think I can catch anything from eating you out.”

“I’m almost positive you can, Hannie. I’m fine.”

“I’m googling it!” He announced and rolled back over. Before you could protest the light from his phone was shining over his face as he typed. “Can you catch a contagious virus from eating pussy?”

“That’s going to be in your search history forever.”

“The internet doesn’t say anything against it,” he declared victoriously.

“Does it say anything about it at all?”

“Uh… yeah. It says it’s fine”

“Who’s the liar now, Jeonghan?” He grinned sheepishly. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine. I’m not even horny anymore.”

He looked at you like he didn’t believe you, but ultimately put his phone back on the table and closed his eyes again. In no time he was breathing deeply and you could relax. Why was common sense so lacking in your boyfriend? What part of the no touching deal did he not understand? The answer was all of it and it was a pain in the ass. He was a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass that you loved very much, but a pain in the ass nonetheless. 

You closed your eyes, but couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, you were still completely exhausted, but Jeonghan had been right. You were still insanely turned on from your dream and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You waited a few minutes for the urge to subside, but it didn’t. 

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” Jeonghan piped up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

“Fuck, I thought you were asleep.”

“Just answer the question,” Jeonghan growled, not helping your current situation whatsoever. “In your dream, you were about to, right? You were biting your lip like you do when you’re going to cum.”

You sighed. “Yeah. Yeah I was.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“Let me help you finish, baby. It’ll help you sleep,” Jeonghan insisted. “You need rest.”

You sniffled and groaned. “Ugh, you’re impossible, you know that?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes,” you surrendered and pushed the blankets down below your hips. “But the rule still applies. Arm’s length.”

He smirked. “I think I can work with that.”

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 27 - S2 Prediction

Deep in the Morning Song compound, Bianca waits in her bare cell of a room. She struggles with the solid metal collar that replaced her amulet, trying and failing again to pick its lock.

Bianca: *mutter* Damnit. It looks so easy whenever Addams—

Bianca looks up sharply as the lone door’s handle rattles and begins to turn. She quickly drops her makeshift picks behind her mattress and reaches for the stolen letter opener beneath her pillow.

Bianca: I already told you bastards, I’m not help—

Wednesday: Bastards? *enters room* I see captivity has dulled what little creative wit you possessed, Barclay.

Bianca: *shocked* Addams? What are you—

Enid: *peeks in* We are here to like—break you out. Duh!

Bianca sits stunned, still processing as Enid ducks out again to stand watch. Wednesday strides over with lock picks ready. Bianca only snaps out of her shock when her collar releases with an insulting ease.

Wednesday: Judging from the scratches, you weren’t paying attention during our lessons.

Bianca: Oh screw you, Addams. You try picking it when it’s on your neck and you can’t even see the thing.

Wednesday: *scoffs* I’ve been picking locks bound and blindfolded since I was four.

Bianca: Well pardon me, not all of us are—

Gideon: *steps into room* Ladies, please. We have to go before Gabrielle figures out I was lying.

Bianca: YOU! I’m going to KILL you!

Bianca leaps for Gideon, teeth bared and letter opener raised high. She’s stopped as Wednesday grabs her arm and redirects her momentum into a wall.

Gideon: *nervously backs up*

Wednesday: *pinning Bianca* While I normally wouldn’t stand in the way of a good bloody vengeance, now is not the time.

Bianca: *struggles* What the f— That’s my asshole step-father, Gideon! Prophet of Morning Song! Their goddamn LEADER!!

Enid: *peeks in again* Don’t worry! He’s totes on our side now. Turns out your psychobitch mom is actually the Big Bad. She’s been manipulating and gaslighting this schmuck since day one.

Enid ducks out again, leaving Bianca to her second bout of shock.

Bianca: … whut?

Gideon: *apologetic* Yes, well, your friend is correct. I owe you more of an explanation when there is time, but for now let me say how sorry I am. For everything.

Wednesday: *releases Bianca* Speaking of time, stop wasting it.

Bianca eyes Gideon for a long, wary moment, then finally relaxes. She lowers her letter opener.

Bianca: Fine. Later then.

The three quickly file out of the room to join Enid in the hallway. Together they begin their escape.

Enid: *whispers to Bianca* He’s gay, by the way.

Bianca: Huh?

Enid: Your step-dad. It’s how your mom first started blackmailing him. And did you know Morning Song was originally a boy band?

Bianca: You’ve gotta be— *stumbles* —shit!

Wednesday: *hisses* Quiet, Barclay. And Enid, do refrain from blowing Bianca’s mind until we are out of danger.

Enid: *winces* Oops. My bad.

After another tense minute of focused sneaking, Bianca moves up next to Wednesday.

Bianca: Addams, I have to know.

Wednesday: You, lacking knowledge? Shocking.

Bianca: Bitch, seriously. Why are you helping me. We’re not even friends, right?

Wednesday shoots Bianca a thoughtful side-glance before returning her gaze forward.

Wednesday: Of course we aren’t. And the reason should be obvious.

Bianca: *impatiently* And?

Wednesday: *matter-of-factly* No Addams born would ever miss the opportunity to turn a prophet.

Bianca: 😧

Bianca: 😐

Bianca: 🤬

[mikkomacko]

i need a blurb of reader & the boys having a sleepover at her & nicos house. gossiping, snacking, watching tv i need the fluff!!!

i love love love how you write each character so much!!!

smooches x

It was like a scene out of a movie. The entire living room was turned into one large bed, air mattresses covering every inch of the carpeted floor.

Thick blankets, fluffy pillows, random stuffies you’d collected over the years strewn about in a way that looked messily placed. Soft fairy lights were strung up on the ceiling and around the mantel the tv hangs above.

The rest of the house was dark, save for the light that led to the dining room table where a feast of snacks welcomed everyone. You had everything; popcorn with Jacks favorite Parmesan cheese topping salt. Twizzlers and red vines because Luke and Mercer disagreed on which licorice was the best. Some kind of Italian soda and cannolis that Johnny loves, the ones with chocolate shavings on the ends. Mini Reese’s cups, the unwrapped ones, for Holtz because he likes them bite sized but he hates the foil wrapper.

And even though Nico would heavily frown, you’d ordered pizzas, Taco Bell, and McDonald’s for all the boys.

They all looked like kids on Christmas morning as they dropped their overnight bags by the door, kicking off their shoes and scrambling into the dining room. You did a head count, made sure all of them were accounted for before shutting the front door and turning the alarm system on.

“No freaking way!”

You followed after them, biting your lip to keep your excitement at bay as they all gathered around the table to find gifts at their respective chairs.

Fluffy slipper socks, red and black plaid pajama pants, and white t-shirts with red Devils horns. You’d even personalized them, adding in small fancy letters on the sleeve each of their nicknames amongst the group.

“We match!” Jack exclaims, having already stripped of his shirt and tugged on his pajamas. You proudly show off your own set that you’re already wearing, smile beaming as the boys all chatter over each other and scramble to get their pj’s on.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Mercer laughs, shirt half on as he grabs a bag of Twizzlers. He ducks by you, pressing a kiss in thanks to the side of your head before moving back to the living room.

One by one they all change and gather their snacks, following after Mercer into the living room. Johnny is the last to go, eyes moony and warm when he stacks a pile of cannolis on his plate.

“Cara,” he sighs, dramatically holding his hand over his heart. “Nico better hold onto you before I go out and buy a diamond ring.”

You and him both snicker, collecting your own snacks and following the others. They’ve all taken over the air mattresses, sprawled out with their food in their matching pajamas. That leaves the couch for you and Johnny, both snuggling under under the king sized comforter you’d taken from yours and Nico’s bed earlier.

“Alright what are we watching?”

Jack is flipping through Netflix, browsing the movies and you’re about to suggest a cartoon when your phone dings with a text from Nico.

Why is my doorbell cam showing hoards of boys at my house?

Giggling to yourself, you text back.

When the boss is away, the children will play

“Ooh boss likes that one!”

You look at the tv, see the square lighting up around Sex and the City the movie, and you realize Luke is talking about you, not Nico. Your cheeks warm.

“It’s a chick flick but it’s fun.” You comment, and that must be enough because a chorus of agreements rings out just as Nico texts back.

I only agreed to Alex coming over.

The boys all shush each other, Mercer climbing up to dim the lights before slipping back into the recliner.

I guess you’ll just have to come home and kick them out yourself….

Tonight is the one night a year that the original four Devs pull an all-nighter at the cafe. Something to do with plans and contracts for the upcoming year and instead of spreading it out weekly, they make themselves miserable for one whole night.

But you hate staying home alone so Nico agreed you could let Holtzy sleep over. But you couldn’t say no to Johnny either and then slowly but surely all the boys wanted to sleepover and what were you supposed to do? They want to hang out, watch out for you while Nico is gone for the night.

Before Nico can respond you double text, telling him the movie is starting and you’ll talk to him in a bit. Then you put it on silent and settle under the blankets, intently focused on the film.

You and the boys get through the first film and the first season of the show before you decide you need a break. Mostly because Luke and Jack are arguing over whether Big is actually hot or not, but you eventually swap the HDMI to the switch and pull up Mario Kart.

The game turns into a tournament, one you get knocked out of too quickly. So you slump onto the losers couch, Holtzy following you when he loses in the next round. And it’s not until he’s curling up into your side, thighs pressed together and your head resting on top of his that you realize how exhausted you are.

Slipping out your phone, you see it’s almost 3 am and that you’ve got a stack of unanswered texts from Nico.

What movie are you watching?

Ok I know it has to be over by now

Baby please I’m bored

Jonas makes really bad espresso shots and my tummy hurts

I want to be at the sleepover

They better not be in my bed btw

Fine, I’ll see you in the morning. Love you baby ♥️

Sleepily, you smile and text back.

Goodnight Nico, miss and love u

~~~~

Nico comes home in the early hours of the morning, sun barely rising in the sky. He’s exhausted and grumpy, just wants to curl up in his bed with you and sleep forever when he stops in his tracks.

All six of you are still in the living room, the Mario kart title screen on the large tv. Luke is half on a mattress, mouth open and hands clutching a controller to his chest. Johnny is next to him, his own controller laying on his stomach as he snores.

Jack and Mercer are both star-fished on the mattresses, Jack buried under almost all the blankets to the point that all Nico can see is his face.

He finds you next, lying on the large couch under the blankets from your bed. Alex is by your feet, his hand stretched out like at one point you had been holding it but now you’re just squeezing a pillow to your chest.

You look cute. Lips parted and hair messy, pajamas matching the boys and he can’t even be annoyed by the fact that you’ve deconstructed his bed and brought it down here. He just peels off his shoes and clothes until he’s in just his boxers, pushing his hair out of his face as he navigates the mattresses and limbs to get to you.

He pries the pillow from your hands, dropping it to the floor and slipping under the blankets next to you. It’s a tight fit, but even in your sleep you fit yourself into his chest.

Pressing a kiss to your head, Nico closes his eyes and settles into the cushions. He’s on the precipice of sleep when Alex’s hand finds his and Nico huffs, wrapping his fingers around the younger boys and squeezing just once.

He’ll have to remember to tell Alex never to mention this again. But that can wait until later.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Because we’ve all been going through it with Gyu…thoughts on leaving scratch marks on that pretty, pretty back of his? 👀

yeah. (@onlymingyus @gyuwoncheol hi loves <3)

tw: dom!mingyu, sub fem!reader, scratching, marks, rough sex, mating press, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding kink, established relationship, use of petnames - minors dni.

You stretch your arms over your head, slowly opening your eyes to get accustomed to the sunlight shining in the room.

You really don't feel like getting up from the bed though - mainly because you physically cannot.

You swear your lower half is numb from last night, because you can only prop your upper half on your elbows. You push the comforter off your body and your eyes widen at the sight of your legs covered in marks.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake."

Mingyu's voice catches your attention and you turn your head towards your boyfriend, who's leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom.

"Good morning to you too, Gyu." You grumble.

"What's wrong, darling?" He tilts his head like a curious puppy.

"I can't move my legs." You pout in defeat.

"Aww, that's too bad." He fake pouts.

"I wonder whose fault is that." You cross your arms in front of your chest.

"And I wonder who's the creator of these." Mingyu turns his back on you and you gasp when you notice the dark red streaks on his skin.

The memories from last night resurface in your brain and your pussy starts contracting again, producing slick.

"Care to share what's on your mind, love?" He crawls on the bed next to you.

"Um, nothing." You turn your face away, embarrassment washing over you.

"Darling." He tilts your head back in its original place with his hand under your chin. "Lying isn't your strong suit."

"Shit, okay." You exhale shakily. "You....showed me your marks and I remembered what we did.... last night."

"Wanna refresh my memory as well?" He grins evilly.

"I left scratches on your back because...you were fucking me good."

"Oh? How good was it?"

"It was r-really good, Gyu."

"Do you remember the position, Y/N?"

"M-Mating press." Your voice grows weaker.

"Ah yes, mating press. Our common favorite, isn't it?" Mingyu trails his finger over your collarbones.

"Y-Yeah."

"Mmm, pressing your pretty thighs all the way to your chest, just to let my cock hit you deeper."

"Fuck, Gyu." You bite your bottom lip to suppress the bubbling moans in your throat.

"You just couldn't keep your gorgeous nails away from my back, sweetheart." His hand travels to your legs. "Digging them and dragging them up and down - wanna tell me why?"

"Y-Your cock was messing up my pussy real good," you mewl and drag his hand closer to your needy core, "Felt so full and creamy."

"That's why it's called mating press, darling." Mingyu bites his bottom lip as he ghosts his fingers over your panties. "It's the perfect position for me to breed your sweet little cunt."

All of a sudden, his hand disappears from between your legs and your boyfriend gets up from the bed, snapping you out of your trance.

"But I'm sure you must be feeling famished after such a night, don't you? Breakfast is served in the kitchen." He winks at you and walks away.

"You're a meanie!" You yell from the bed, stomping your hands on the mattress.

But he's your meanie.

[sensei-venus]

gosh darn it tumblr. 😭 my original ask had a request for daniel x female reader where they're at daniel's place doing homework & the reader gets distracted by how attractive he is (aka horny) and one thing leads to another and they end up fucking and that homework gets shoved off the bed so fast

(Unedited)

“Uhhhh I hate this! How are you so good at this stuff when I just straight up suck at it!”

“It’s because I actually pay attention and take notes, not sleep all class. Like someone in this room.”

Reader huffed as she rolled onto her side on Daniel's bed. She fanned out on his bed and groaned into the mattress in annoyance. Her brain hurt just from the thought of another math problem. Daniel was way better at this stuff then she was and she wished he would suck it up and let her copy off of him.

But no he had to “help her” by trying to tutor her. It did little to help her at this point.

Daniel just smirked and rolled his eyes at her before looking back at the worksheet. His eyes scanning over his own work, not even bothering to look at the mess of Reader’s. It looked like it could rip at any minute from how much she had erased over the thin paper. He almost grimced at it.

Reader turned back over and looked at him. Her hand resting under her head as she laid on her side and just studied him.

She had only known the boy for a year and only dated him a few months now.

Up close she could see why some of the girls at school thought he was so attractive. She felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she was lucky to have caught his eye. For him to dating her. But that was nothing in her mind.

Daniel was attractive by all things holy. He might be slightly smaller and more scrawny then most boys, he wasn't beefy or have washboard abs. But it was attractive none the least. His face was a big winner for most girls including herself.

Big brown eyes that always had a glint of mischief in them. Tan skin that was only darkening the longer he stayed in the california sun. The almost invisible dust of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Not to mention his cute nose that fit his other features perfectly.

Kissable plump lips that he was always darting his tongue out to wet.

Reader couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together to try and get some friction. Her pussy was already starting to get damp just from just thinking about him. Her eyes glazed over just a little as she watched him work on his own homework. The way his jaw locked a little when he was thinking or the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was already starting to get annoyed with his own work and he watched as his jaw started to lock up.

She slowly moved a hand over his bed sheets, her fingers ran up is arm and finally over his cheeks. He didn’t seem to interested or he just didn’t notice.

That was until her fingers ran though his thick hair and her hand grabbed a big chuck, giving it a hard tug at the roots. He grunted and his eyes sprang up to look her way. He puffed out a cheek before huffing, she just gave him a innocent smile.

“Soooo you said your mom was going to be working late today? Taking a double shift?”

He raised a brow before slowly nodding. A smirk coming over his lips as he started to get what she was hinting at.

Not even five minutes later the two where naked on his bed.

Reader giggled as she pushed him down and straddled his waist. She grinned as she started to stroke his already hard dick. He hissed as she played with him, her fingers playing along his shaft and her finger tip running over his slit.

She let go of him only to run herself against him. She was already slick as she rubbed her folds over him. His dick pushing though her soft spongy folds. They both moaned out at the feeling, the tip of his dick digging into her clit with every movement.

“Babe shit, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

“We don’t want that do we, not till your inside me that is.”

She laughed as she lifted herself up a little bit. Her had reached around to stroke him once more before helping to line him up with her pussy. His tip brushed her entrance before pushing fully into her wet heat. Slowly she let herself slid down his dick until he bottomed out. His bass pressed against her ass just right. They both moaned and groaned at the new feeling.

Reader panted as she let him settle inside her tight cunt. She felt so full with him inside of her, and he was so deep. Her head was in the clouds as she started to move on top of him.

Daniel grunted as she moved on top of him, her hands on his chest as she used him for leverage to move herself up and down on him. She was bouncing on his dick like not other and all he could do was try to help push and pull her down. He moaned out as he buried his face into her fat tits. Almost smothering himself in her soft tits as she moved around, her hips circling on top of him. He could feel how wet she was as she spilled all over him.

His eyes rolled back for a split second pushed himself deeper into her breasts. All he could hear was her heavy breathing and moans. The way her voice rumbled in her chest. He could hear the way her heart pounded. He groaned as she felt himself slowly start to let go. The coil in his belly was tight and about to snap, his dick felt like it was going to break off at this rate. The way she moved made his head spin.

His fingers dig into the rolls of his belly as he try’s to find some kind of purchase of leverage. Her bouncing only growing more violent by the minute. He could feel his balls throb. He was so close just a little more and he would be over the edge.

He felt her grind down and her pussy clench around him. Her tight channel fluttered and she squealed out before jerking around. It took him a moment to realize what even happened.

She just squirted on his dick.

That was all it took for him to go over the edge cum. His ball drew up as he unloaded a fat load of hot cum into her tight cunt. It quickly spilled out along his shaft with her fluid’s. Her own juices painted his thighs and pelvis. It was wet and sticky as they both lay together. Her weight was like a heavy blanket on top of him and he couldn’t help but snuggle more into her. His head resting against her pillow like tits. He sighed.

She panted over him before setting back into a normal rhythm. She hummed as her gummy walls flutter around him once again. His dick slowly softened but twitched inside her.

“Remind me to take these sheets down to the laundry later, at least before my mom gets home.”

“Ummm will do baby will do….”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Four: Push and Pull

As the next few days passed, Jason tried to keep his distance, which only worried Jim. Barbara was in the midst of a case and trying to get Jason caught up with the things he missed in school, so she didn't notice that there was something wrong. Jason left one night, making sure Jim was asleep. After a week of sleeping in different abandoned places, he went back to his home. He looked around the abandoned apartment, and he lay down on his mattress. Jason shut his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. Jason didn't know why he ran away, but he knew it was easier to sleep, knowing that he didn't have to wonder when things would go sour.

When he woke up, Barbara sat in the corner of the room, eliciting a high-pitched shriek from Jason as soon as he noticed her. "You followed me?" Jason half-exclaimed.

"Why did you leave? My dad's been worried sick about you!" Barbara exclaimed. "And do you know how I felt waking up and you weren't—."

"I don't know why you're yelling at me! You aren't my family!" Jason yelled. Barbara froze up, and Jason took a deep breath. "My dad is dead! My mom is dead! And no one sticks around for kids like me!" Jason swallowed hard as Barbara scowled at him, and he tensed as she stood up and walked towards him.

"You know what, Jason?" Barbara raised her voice as she stuck her finger in his face, and he shut his eyes, waiting for her to hit him only to be surprised by a hug. "We want you to come home, Jason."

Jason couldn't move. All he could manage was a broken, "Why?" He couldn't help but cry because he knew they were good people, Jason knew he liked them, and Jason knew that Barbara wasn't going to let him go anytime soon. But he couldn't help but worry that there would come a time where neither Barbara nor Jim would want him anymore.

Barbara held onto him, and she whispered, "Why not?" Barbara took a sharp inhale of breath.

"Are you crying?" Jason asked.

"Shut up," Barbara sobbed, "We thought something happened to you. Dad's waiting outside."

"You brought him here?" Jason asked. Barbara nodded. Jason jumped at the sound of a knock at the door.

"I think you should talk to him. He's a wreck." Barbara finally let go, and Jason nodded.

She got up and answered the door, and Jim rushed over and swept Jason up and embraced him. "Are you alright? Are you hungry?" Jim asked. When he saw the look of shock on Jason's face, he put him down. "I'm sorry if I—."

Jason threw his arms around Jim and embraced him as soon as he realized Jim was crying. "I just thought you'd change your mind if you decided you didn't like me—."

"If I didn't like you? Jason, I've known you for a week and a half, and I haven't been able to think straight since you left because I thought you were hurt," Jim interrupted. His embrace was much tighter than Barbara's was. Jason didn't mind, though.

He was surprised that Jim came for him. Jason figured Barbara would eventually come around looking for him, but Jason never imagined Jim would be worried about him. "You were really worried about me," Jason murmured. Jim nodded, and he sighed before letting go of Jason.

At that moment, Jason seemed much younger than his thirteen years, and Jim couldn't help but smile at him. He held the back of Jason's head and took a deep breath. "And I'm going to keep worrying about you. I don't think I'll be able to stop worrying," Jim whispered, "Please say you're hungry. I'll get you anything you want to eat."

Jason chuckled and nodded. "I gotta brush my teeth first," Jason replied. Jim nodded, and he looked over at Barbara, who had her arms crossed. She nodded, and a smile spread across her face.

Jason went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and while he was in the other room, Jim wiped his tears away. "I don't know what it is, but I see it, Babs. Every time I look at him, I see it. I can't put it into words, but he should be with us," Jim confessed, "I just know I said something wrong the other day."

Once Jason finished cleaning up, he put his shoes on and followed Jim and Barbara to the car. Jason climbed in the backseat and watched as a man threw a glass bottle against the window, shattering it. He turned his head, and his mind quickly drifted off, and he anticipated some sort of repercussions. Jason dug his nails into the knees of his pants and tried not to cry. Jason knew the feeling would pass like it always did, but he couldn't help but feel like someone was going to hurt him. "Jason?" Jim touched Jason's hand and shocked him back to reality. Jason took a few deep, shaky breaths, and he looked at Jim. "You alright?"

"Uh-huh," Jason answered. Jim turned back to the steering wheel and started to drive. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay... We understand. Jason, you're not in trouble," Jim reassured him, "A penny for your thoughts?"

Jason kicked off his shoes and pulled his knees to his chest. He didn't answer, and Jim didn't ask a second time. The rest of the ride home was silent, and the second they got home, Jason went back to his room to read. He continued reading until Jim came to the door to call him for breakfast. Jim and Barbara wanted to give him time to feel better, but breakfast was uncomfortably silent for both of them.

"What've you been reading?" Jim asked. Jason looked up from his breakfast.

"Barbara's helping me get caught up on the stuff I missed in school," Jason mumbled as he ate his eggs.

"How many days of school have you missed?" Jim asked. Jason tensed up.

"I haven't been back since early March... I didn't want anyone to try to send me someplace I didn't want to go," Jason answered in a low tone, "I would've finished the year if I could've." Jim nodded.

"I'm sure you would've. Jason," Jim tapped the table lightly, and Jason looked up.

"Hm?" Jason asked.

"You want some more eggs?" Jim asked. Jason shook his head.

Jason finished his breakfast and shook his head. "Can I go back to my room?" Jason asked. Jim nodded and looked at Barbara as Jason went back to his room. He spent most of the day in his room, and Barbara worried that he planned to run away again.

She knocked on his door. "Hey, Jason. Do you wanna take a break? You've been in your room all day," Barbara softly smiled. Jason shook his head.

"I'm okay," Jason mumbled, and Barbara stepped into the doorway.

"It's okay if you're not okay... Jason, I just-. Can I come in?" she asked. Jason set his book aside and nodded. Barbara came in and sat on his bed across from him. "I just want to talk to you. I know we talk, and we joke around, but I don't really know anything about you."

Jason shrugged and mumbled, "What do you wanna know?" Barbara smiled and shrugged in reply.

"I dunno, what do you wanna tell me about yourself?" she responded. Jason chewed his lip. He wanted to tell her everything. She'd already told him so much about herself, and that should've made it easy, but it didn't. He was so afraid that letting Barbara and Jim in would change the way they looked at him. "What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

Jason chuckled at the question. "Um... I don't know. I never really thought about it," Jason replied. Barbara added to her question to get an answer out of him. "I dunno. I think I'd want to be a therapist or something like that."

Barbara lit up, and she half-exclaimed, "That's entirely possible. And see? That's a good start, Jason. That's something." Jason grinned bashfully. "Can I ask why?"

"I guess I wanna help people... Barbara, you wanna ask something else, huh?" Jason asked. Both of their smiles faded, and Barbara fidgeted with the pages of one of Jason's books.

"Who hurt you?" Barbara asked. Jason stared at her as if he didn't hear the answer, and she leaned forward to make eye contact, only for Jason to look away. "Jason—."

"Doesn't matter," Jason trailed off. Barbara reached out to him, and he pulled away. "Nobody's hurting me anymore. Nobody. Get that," Jason hissed. Barbara didn't say anything else. She left him to his reading.

[darbyoakana]

Yes, Master - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. Alastor pays you a visit that ends in discipline

Warnings: Discipline, spanking, BDSM, Dom/sub. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Originally going to be a one-shot but eh. A short read.

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 2: Fast Learner

“From now on, you do not touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Yes sir..” you whimpered. 

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You lay in bed, nervous. Your couch encounter with Alastor was all you could think about all day. You did as he told you, you were quiet. He said he’d see you soon. When would it be? The waiting was killing you. But you had a feeling that is what he wanted. Would he draw it out just to make you suffer? Would he touch you himself this time? The thought of him running his claws down your back made you shiver. Why were you complying in the first place? Why did you feel the need… no, the want.. to please him? 

You closed your eyes and replayed the same scene over and over in your brain. You felt your body temperature rise. Your hand slid down past the waistband of your underwear, middle finger gently stimulating your clit. 

“Tsk tsk.” 

Alastor grabbed your wrist from your underwear, dragging you out of the bed. His other hand quickly wrapped around your neck to hold you up. You stumbled before finding uneven footing. His grip wasn’t full on choking you but air certainly didn’t enter as easily. Your groin felt tight as the cold wetness of your underwear touched your skin. 

“Starting without me? Now, now pet.” 

“Sor…sorry…” you wheezed.

“From now on, you do not touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Yes sir..” you whimpered. 

Alastor hummed with approval. He leaned in, you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Mmm. Let’s go with Master, shall we?” he said softly.

“...Yes… Master.” 

Your groin throbbed, why did this turn you on so much? Why were you so willing to submit without question? When in your life have you ever been submissive? You always had firm control of all situations, maybe a little of a control freak at times. Was that it? Being forced to give up control, was there a relief in that? 

“Good girl, now…” He let go of your wrist, moving his hand to grab a fist full of hair, tilting your head back. He leaned forward and stared into your eyes for a moment that felt like hours. “You belong to me. Your purpose is to please me, nothing more, nothing less. In whatever ways I deem necessary. Do you understand?” 

“I…” 

“Do you-” he gripped both hands harder. His tone stern. “-understand?” 

“Yes, Master. I understand,” you said meekly.

“Lovely.” 

Alastor threw you on the bed and you landed with a bounce on the mattress. He undid his tie and laid it and his jacket on your dresser. Wait. That wasn’t your dresser. You looked around, it was certainly not your room. The decor and large portal bayou indicated that this was indeed Alastor’s living space. You took in the new environment but as you scanned the area, your eyes landed back on him. His smile was different than the usual one plastered on his face. This one felt more natural and somehow more intimidating. You watched as he rolled up each sleeve. Something about it left your throat dry. He snapped his fingers and the reading chair against the wall slid across the room. It met him as he sat down, one fluid motion. He motioned for you to come to him with his finger. You slid off the bed and approached him. 

“Across my lap.” 

You hesitated. He tilted his head. Before you could move he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down and across his legs. 

“I do not like asking twice.” 

“I’m sorry Master,” it came out as a weak whisper. 

“You’ll get twenty. Ten for touching yourself, ten for not listening.”

“Yes, Master.” 

“And you’ll thank me after each one.” 

“Yes, Master,” you paused. “May I… be vocal?” 

“When you are in my room, you may be as loud as you want, pet.” 

“Thank you, Master.” 

“Mmm. Fast learner. Good girl.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as he slid your underwear down, exposing your bare ass. His claws glided up your cheeks, sending a chill up your spine. 

*SLAP*

The first one was a surprise, you let out a small yelp. It stung, his hands were large. 

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

It was starting to sting more with each one, the skin getting red and aggravated. 

*SLAP*

“Tha..nk you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank… you, Ma..ster.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

Tears started to annoy your eyes. It didn’t hurt that bad, why were you crying? The situation felt strangely emotional. You clung to Alastor’s leg. 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

You sniffled. Trying to catch your breath.

“Do you want to start over?” Alastor asked.

“No!…Th…thank you, Mas..ter.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you,... Mast..er.” 

*SLAP*

“Th..a..nk y…ou, Ma..st..er.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you,” you sobbed “Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank… thank you, ..Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

You were full-on crying at this point. Why did this give such an emotional response? Your loins ached, you couldn’t think of a time when you were so painfully horny. How were you also sobbing? Why did this feel good? Like you were emotionally releasing something you didn’t know you had held in. 

*SLAP*

“Thank.. you, Ma..ster.” 

*SLAP*

“Th..ank you, Master.” 

*SLAP*

“Uhgh.. Tha…nk you, Master.” 

You sniffled. The heat of the stinking skin would dissipate for a moment as the sharp pain of each slap distracted you. But within seconds the two pains became one. Over and over. Worse each time. 

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master!” 

“What have we learned?”

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master,” you tried to find the words. “Not to…*sniffle* touch myself. Without your permission.”

“And?”

*SLAP*

“Ah! Thank you, Master… And you don’t like to repeat yourself.”

“Very good.”

*SLAP*

“Thank you, Master.” 

He ran his hands over your hot skin. Admiring. 

“Now then.” 

He pulled you up into his lap, putting one arm around you. He wiped the tears from your eyes. He gripped your chin and turned your face toward his. 

“You have a lot to learn and I won’t be a gentle teacher.”

“Yes, Master.”

He softly rand his hand up and down your thigh. You leaned your head in the crook of his neck. You remained like that for some time. When was the last time you’d been held? It felt nice. 

“On the bed now, pet. On all fours.” 

His words stirred you. Had you fallen asleep? 

You nodded and crawled onto the bed. Alastor behind you, used his knee to push your legs open wider. He gripped your hips and dragged you closer to him. You heard his belt unbuckle. The tip of his penis slid between your dripping folds, circling your clit, coating itself in your slick, before lining up with your entrance. 

“This might hurt, darling.”

[melpomenelamusa]

The Stay - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

TW: Mention of injury, mention of death, mention of suicide.

Elafi had a nightmare.

He dreamed that something was biting his leg, tearing at his flesh like a hungry, ravenous animal. He wanted to scream, but there was something hard between his teeth, pressing his lips together, preventing him from making any noise. He found that he couldn't move his hands either, bound with something solid and cold that dug around his wrists. The scent of blood filled his nose, making him dizzy.

Someone knocked on the door of his house. He heard arguments. Then gunshots.

His mother's shouts reached his ears like an arrow hitting its target.

"Elafi, run!"

But Elafi couldn't run. He had fallen into a trap and now they were coming for him. There was no escape.

He was just another prey at the mercy of a terrible monster.

He was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to die...

Elafi woke up with a scream.

He was lying on a soft mattress, but that wasn't his bed, nor was that his room. Where the hell was he? Disoriented, he tried to get out of bed, but a surge of pain coming from his leg prevented him from moving, making him let out another scream. He heard hurried footsteps and soon the door to the room opened with a soft creak.

A man walked in front of him. The initial concern in his gaze slowly faded.

"I see you finally woke up," he said, in a calm voice. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Elafi took a while to answer, still trying to separate reality from memories and dreams.

"Whe-where are we?"

"This is my house," the man replied, sitting down on a chair he dragged next to the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to take you. But now that you're awake, I can take you to a hospital or to your house. I can call your parents..."

At the mention of his home and his parents, Elafi's face twisted and tears fell intrusively and uncontrollably down his cheeks. The man's eyebrows furrowed in discomfort, completely regretting his words.

"I'm sorry," he said, handing him a box of tissues.

Elafi used them to wipe his face and nose. It took another long moment for him to calm down again, during which they both remained silent, until:

"You're a chimera child."

It wasn't a question. The man's words sounded somewhat surprised. Elafi felt his heart beat rapidly again.

“Don’t worry, I have no prejudice towards chimera children,” the man said quickly, before adding, “Why were those people after you?”

Elafi sighed, flopping back onto the pillow. It was really comfortable. It was the most comfortable place he had been since he ran away.

“I’m not sure either,” he replied. “He said he wanted me to help him with a science project. I guess he meant he wanted me to be his guinea pig.”

He felt so tired. More than that. He felt drained. Shattered.

The man offered him a bottle of water. It looked brand new. Elafi took it, feeling a certain satisfaction as he heard the seal on the cap crack as it broke. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. When was the last time he drank water? He drank the whole bottle.

"By the way, my name is Warrick," the man introduced himself, giving him a friendly smile. He looked to be in his fifties, with a somewhat scruffy beard and dark circles under his eyes; however, his eyes were lively and his clothes were clean, as was the rest of the room, a rustic guest room.

He looked like a nice person. Someone trustworthy.

"My name is Elafi," the boy replied.

The man, Warrick, held out his hand to shake. His hands were large, with rough skin on his palms.

"Let me see that leg," he said. "I think it's time to change the bandages."

Warrick pulled back the sheet covering Elafi's body, examining the wounds. His left leg was wrapped in bandages, and he had two wooden splints attached to the sides of his calf with strips of cloth, like a homemade splint. If he remembered correctly, he had a cracked bone. Warrick unwrapped the blood-stained bandages and set about cleaning the wound. Elafi noticed that the cuts the metal trap had caused were sutured, a treatment that surely occurred while he was unconscious.

"And since when are you a chimera child?" the man asked, in an attempt to make conversation and distract the boy from the pain.

"If you put it like that... Then I've been a chimera child for eighteen years. I was born like that."

Warrick stopped his work, looking at him with some disbelief.

Elafi was not surprised by his reaction. Usually, the characteristics of chimera children appeared with puberty. A normal teenager would worry about basic things like voice changes, hair growth in certain areas of the body, hormonal imbalances... But chimera children were given an added level of difficulty: perhaps they would also grow a tail, their ears would mutate, they would sprout wings, scales, fangs or claws... There were some cases of chimera children who also acquired habits considered more "animal" or "wild", which affected a minority of the group, but it was enough for some people to start spreading rumors and lies about the condition, treating them all as monsters. In addition to this, all chimera children became sterile.

No one knew the origin of the existence of chimera children. Some attributed it to genetic mutations. Religious radicals pointed it as a curse sent by God, while other groups of spiritualists considered it as a wake-up call to humanity, forced to return to its roots and dominate its instincts. Many chimera children, upon reaching adulthood, preferred to undergo surgery to look more "normal" and thus try to lead a simpler life. Although chimera children had been around for many years and were estimated to be equivalent to 1% of the world's population, the truth was that their life expectancy was short. Many were killed out of hatred and prejudice. Others were kidnapped, sold at high prices on the black market. And others took their own lives, unable to bear the discrimination or the difficulties of their new condition.

But no one had ever heard of a chimera child being born like that.

Warrick finished changing the bandages on Elafi's leg.

"I think I'll let you rest some more." He was about to leave when a soft roar reached his ears. He stopped and turned around. "Was that your stomach?"

Elafi looked down, embarrassed.

"I-I'm sorry... I haven't eaten in several days..."

"How long have you been running away from those people?"

"Uh... What day is it today?"

"Tuesday."

"So... Three days..."

"You haven't eaten anything in three days?" Warrick sighed in disappointment. "Take this as advice, son: even if you're running away you have to eat. If you don't, you'll lose energy and without it you won't be able to escape. You can find plenty of food sources in the forest, if you know how to look for them."

"I-it's not that," the boy continued. His cheeks had turned red and his ears had flattened themselves against the sides of his head. "I just... didn't... didn't want to... not here in the forest..."

Warrick ran a hand over his face.

"You have a lot to learn. Come, I'll give you something to eat."

Warrick tried to help Elafi walk to the dining room, but the boy was so weak that he almost fainted from trying to stand on his own two hooves. In the end, the man had to carry him and put him on a chair in front of the table, while he searched through the cupboards and refrigerator for something to eat.

In the end, he settled on making some chicken and cooked vegetables. A hot meal would do him good to regain his strength. While he was cooking, he saw Elafi staring out the window. It was two in the afternoon. The sun was streaming through the leaves of the trees around Warrick's cabin. A few birds were chirping from the branches. Warrick preferred to live away from the city. It was much calmer and quieter and it spared him unnecessary dealings with other people.

When the food was ready, he served it on a plate and placed it in front of the boy.

"Bon appetit," he said.

Elafi nodded his thanks. He took the offered cutlery and cut a piece of boiled carrot, chewing slowly. After just a few bites, his face lit up.

"It's delicious!" he exclaimed.

Warrick smiled, sitting down at the table in front of him. The warm feeling in his chest returned. It had been years since he had sat down at the table with someone. Once Elafi had finished eating, Warrick figured it was time for questions.

"Hey," he began. "I don't mean to give you a hard time, but... I need to know what to do with you now."

Elafi's expression went from happy to upset.

"W-what...?"

"I mean, do you have a home you need to go back to? I can take you anywhere you want. If you even want me to take you to the police or the hospital, I can do that.”

Elafi took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the empty plate. It was clear he was trying not to cry. His eyes were glistening with moisture.

“I… I can’t go home anymore,” he said. His voice was shaking. “Roach, he came looking for me at my house. He…”

Elafi felt like there was a rock in his throat. It hurt to speak and breathe.

“He… He killed… My parents…”

His voice broke on the last word. A sharp sob escaped his lips, as he tried to get his breathing under control. Warrick, on his own, felt like he had been hit in the chest. His heart ached. He stood up to approach the sobbing teen, crouching down beside him. He put a hand on his shoulder, in a gesture of comfort.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. His voice sounded tired. “You can stay here as long as you need. If you want, later on, when you recover, I can maybe take you to a relative or...”

“Maybe it’s not safe,” Elafi said, composing himself a bit. “Roach was spying on me. Maybe when he finds out I escaped, he’ll be looking for me everywhere, and I don’t want to put anyone in danger.”

“That Roach really sounds like a real son of a bitch.”

Elafi returned a sad expression.

“I’m sorry I got you involved in all this trouble.”

“No, it’s not a problem for me,” the man replied softly. “I couldn’t stand by and watch someone who needed help. Like I said before, you can stay here as long as you need to.” He stood up. “I’ll take you back to bed. Get some more rest, son.”

Warrick carried Elafi back into the small room, helping him lay down on the bed. It didn’t take long for the boy to fall asleep again. Warrick let out a sigh. He walked back to the kitchen, took a can of beer out of the fridge, and headed to his own room. He sat on the edge of the mattress, taking a sip of the drink. He had too much information to process. He never imagined he’d find himself in a situation like this. He thought that, by deciding to cut ties with everyone he knew and isolate himself by going to live at the foot of the mountain, he would save himself from having problems again, would save him from seeing again how mean and evil people could be. But trouble seemed to follow him wherever he went.

He looked at his nightstand. There was a picture frame on it, displaying the image of a smiling, dark-haired boy wearing a mortarboard and posing in front of a banner that read "Elementary-school Graduation."

Warrick couldn't help but think that Elafi reminded him of this boy. Maybe it was Elafi´s big brown eyes or his freckled face that made him look younger than his age. It seemed selfish to him, but Warrick was glad for Elafi's presence in the cabin. Maybe, if there was a god, he was giving him a chance to fix where he had failed before.

Yes, maybe. Warrick swore to himself that he would do everything he could to make sure this boy could live.

Next

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba @morning-star-whump

This chapter was more exposition and context, but it was necessary for the story I want to tell. I'm really excited to continue exploring these characters (and making them suffer later on, muahahaha!) Thanks for reading ⭐

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.98 Honeymooners

If last night was any indication of how our year would be, we were in for an incredible ride. I couldn't think of a better way to ring in the new year than pleasuring my wife. The woohoo was so good; we were still stunned well into the next morning. I awoke, feeling foggy, wondering if last night had been a dream. When Sophia came down for breakfast, I didn't even know what to say to her and we ate in silence with this amazing secret looming over us. Eventually, her voice broke the silence, and we began to recover from our drunken-like stupor.

Tartosa was a gorgeous city, and I didn't question how it became the number one location for weddings. From the beaches and shopping to the beautiful landscapes and architecture, it had everything one could want for a perfect wedding. Unfortunately, we married too early in the season to appreciate all the amenities. Not only was it the first day of the year, but also the first day of spring. Looking out at the ocean from our patio began as a delicious treat, but became an evil tease. The water was too frigid to enjoy, and it rained all day. We were both looking forward to spending lots of time at the beach and were disappointed about canceling our main activity. Well...main activity outside of the house, that is. But at least we had the hot tub. It wasn't the same as the ocean, but Sophia had fun with it.

I too had fun playing in the water, heh.

Tartosa gave us another dark, cloudy, chilly day, so we spent the morning and much of the afternoon in bed, talking and playing. What we had between us was more than enough fun, but it would be a shame to spend the week in that beautiful city and not see it. Around dinnertime, we dragged ourselves out of bed and went out. Every corner of the city seemed to be carefully designed as if they wanted us to take selfies everywhere. It's no wonder why it became the wedding capital of the world.

We tried to eat at this nice restaurant we stumbled upon, but they had a very strict dress code. We didn't feel like being fancy, so we went back home and cooked together for the first time! Well, I cooked. She read the recipe. Either way, I loved doing that with her.

The next morning, the soft pitter patter of rain lured me out of my sleep, and I groaned at the idea of spending yet another day inside. I chuckled at how ironic it was that I originally looked forward to spending three days in this very room with Sophia, but now felt trapped. It's not that I tired of her presence, but simply knowing outside was not an option made me anxious.

The mattress felt more level than it should have, so I rolled over and saw Sophia was gone. That's when the faint buzz of the TV downstairs grabbed my ear. Taking advantage of the alone time, I pulled out my phone to do a little scrolling before joining her. I received a message from Dub asking me to call him because he messed up, so I did. I thought maybe they had a fight or something because he slipped up and said something about Maia and Chi Chi, but the real story was much bigger than that. They had just found out they were expecting! Joy overwhelmed me, and I was just about to offer my congratulations, but the fear and panic in his voice stopped me. He didn't call to spread the good news; he needed help to make sense of that reality. Their relationship was so new, it still had the tags on it. Like Sophia and me, they began dating and moved in together within a matter of days. Even though I knew Sophia was the one, if I had gotten her pregnant back then, I would have panicked too. I felt for Dub, but he didn't have all the complications I had. He'd always been 100% positive about his feelings for Maia even when he didn't realize it. I believe the only reason he hesitated in the beginning was because he so desperately wanted to be with her. A baby might not have been the next item on the agenda, but it was definitely on the list. I drew from that to encourage him.

It amused me at how different our parents were, though. He was concerned about what they would say, especially her dad, who allegedly threatened him with bodily harm. My parents would have rejoiced if I had announced they would be grandparents. My dad might have had concerns, but I wouldn't have been afraid of what he'd say. I'd probably run to his house and ask him what I should do, just like Dub did with me. I did my best to encourage him, letting him know that everything would be alright, and he sounded like he was in a better state by the end of the conversation.

I'd been sitting on the bed in my underwear the whole time and realized I was cold, so I put on the onesie Sophia got me for Winterfest. I smiled when I found her wearing hers. Tartosa's houses were gorgeous, with their spacious, open windows and arches that clearly catered to the warm climate.

Dub's phone call weighed heavy on my mind, and I wondered if Sophia could be pregnant. I stopped using protection at her behest when we got engaged, and we've certainly had plenty of opportunities to make it happen. But how would we know? Do we just randomly decide to take a test one day? Wait until it's obvious? Knowing how anxious Sophia was about starting a family, I put it out of my mind because I knew she'd be on top of it. I had a bigger question in my mind, anyway.

When Dub mentioned fearing Maia's father, I felt oddly weird. That was the first time it really occurred to me I didn't have in-laws. I mean, of course I thought about it all during the wedding, the parties, and even the planning, but I thought of it more in terms of her not having parents to celebrate her. I never considered what their absence meant for me. Every couple had a huge llama in the room, and that was ours. Whenever she talked about them, she kept it brief and vague, and I could sense something missing in every sentence. I didn't want to start any trouble, but I had to find out what happened. It was the perfect day for it. We had no plans and were stuck inside. I hoped she was ready to talk.

Links take you to collab posts on @mysimsloveaffair's blog.

[welcometotheinvertedworld]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝

My eyes began to flutter open, and I could feel the cold sheets caress my hands and my shihakusho rubbing against my body as I shifted awake. My arm freely sprawled across the bed, searching for someone but that someone wasn't there. As my eyes adjusted, all I could see was the darkly lit small room and the door shining bits of light through the thin paper boxes.

"Mmmmh~"

I sat up with my knees knelt down onto the mattress and stretched my arms upward towards the ceiling. I looked around for Shinji, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"He must be at his desk..."

I slid open the door, light blared onto my whole being, and my eyes squinted at the blinding colors of the next room.

"Morning, love~"

"Mh~ Morning..."

I used my right hand to cover my eyes. My lids weren't enough to stop the constant blink attack in an attempt to hide from the light.

"Sooooo~ I made a trip to the world of the living this morning, Annnnnd~ I pick up a few new toys and treats~"

"Now... when did you find time to do that? I thought you had paperwork, like stacks and stacks of paperwork, to get done."

"Oh don't worry, I finished that ages ago, here come come, look at this!"

Shinji excitedly walked towards me and pulled me back to where he was originally standing. I was brought to his desk, and all I saw was a cup with dark liquid.

"A cup? With tea in it?"

"No~ No~" It's not tea. This is called coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah! And the humans say it has this ingredient called caffeine, which keeps you awake and helps you move things along~"

"I can see why you're so hyper this morning..."

Irritation filled my voice slightly, I had just woke up, and I liked moving at my own pace, but it wasn't too bad. Shinji bringing back interesting things from the world of the living always put me in a good mood. I don't know about the coffee, though...

"That's how I was able to get all that work done this morning. This stuff is actually amazing, and look over here! This is how they make it, with this thing called a coffee maker. Here, have a cup! And you can put sugar or cream in it."

"Mmmmh, sure, I'll give it a try~"

Shinji had poured me a cup, just black at first to try. I held the warm cylinder in my hands, a bit hesitant. I sniffed it, and it smelled very bitter, but my lips made contact with the cup sooner than I would have liked due to Shinji lifting the bottom up to meet my lips.

"Come on now~" It's not like you to be shy to new things I bring back~"

I took a sip, and the dark taste infested my mouth, I tried to swallow it, but my mouth had a mind of its own, and instantly, Shinji was covered in the stuff. My hand covered my mouth as I watched him stare at me with that. "Did you just seriously do that? Just now, look." A giggle or two slipped through my lips.

"Seriously?"

"I-I'm sorry, Shinji.."

Giggles seeped through my words and grew into laughter, and all he could do was glare. As I was going through this unconscious behavior, I noticed Shinji take my cup and have a sip himself, but before he did, he had said something. I didn't quite hear him, though. As I looked away for a slight second, I felt drenched, looking down at my body. I was completely covered.

"Shinji!"

"What? I haven't had it, just straight black~ Yeah, you'll definitely like it better when it's sweet."

He slouched and looked away from me, playfully acting as if it wasn't on purpose. I couldn't really be mad at him, fair was fair, but I definitely wasn't happy that I was going to have to wash my uniform and myself. Shinji doesn't have a bathroom with a bathtub, so we always had to go to the bath house.

"Here, try it this way."

He handed me another cup nonchalantly. I grabbed it out of instinct, not thinking about what had just happened. I paused and regained my thoughts.

"Shinji... After what just happened, you expect me to drink this stuff again? What's wrong with you?!

"Now, now, don't get so upset, just trust me on this~"

He closed in on me again, pushing the cup to my lips once more, I didn't argue and gave it a chance. It tasted way better this time, sweet and bitter, not too bad, actually. I took the cup and started to indulge more.

"See, it's not so bad now~ Is it?"

"No, not at all."

A gentle smile landed upon my face, and then it shifted back into discomfort as I remembered that my clothes were covered in the stuff.

"We really should go change, and-.."

"Yeah, we should, hehe~"

𝒮𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈

Once we arrived, I went my way, and he went his way. Nobody was up this early to really be here, which was a surprise considering a lot of soul reapers are up early to attend to their duties. I undressed and made my way into the main bathing area. The floor was all stone, and it always looked beautiful, like an outdoor hot spring that was actually inside. My feet arrived at the edge of the waters, steam raised from the cold touch of air wafting above. I dipped my toes in, extremely hot but comforting as I submerged, closing my eyes. I wanted to doze off.

. . .

"Well, if it isn't (y/n)~ It's not like you to be here so early."

I slightly flinched, being awoken from my fake slumber. I didn't even hear her come in. At least I didn't scream from the accidental sneak attack. Everyone who lived around here would have heard it, assuming there may have been a hollow a foot.

"Morning Lisa, you kinda scared me... I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Shinji."

"Oh? What'd he do? Actually.... I don't even wanna know."

"No! We didn'- Ugh, everyone's right. You are such a pervert. "

I mumbled, soaking back into the water with my head half up. I wanted to avoid her annoyed gaze. She definitely hated being called a pervert, but oh well, it's what she gets for thinking like a dirty old man.

"Mmmh....."

"What? It's true."

"For the two years that I've known him, we've never done that..."

"So what happened then?"

"Well~ Shinji decided to go to the world of the living and get this stuff called...Coffee. It's not too bad, I just don't like it without sugar. And I spit it up all over him when it was just straight as it is , and then he did the same to me."

My tone changed, frustrated at the fact that even happened.

"Ha! That's hilarious! You two really are perfect for each other, being the dumbasses you are!"

"Oh shut it..."

"What~ You know I'm just playing. You're like one of my best friends, you know I've always got your back. Doesn't mean I'm not allowed to tease you from time to though~"

I shrugged further into the water as those words hit my ears. I wished that I could relax and take the joke, but everything recently has been tense. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a towel hit the floor, and Lisa began to dive into the calm waters next to me. Nonchalantly exposing her body, not caring one bit if I see.

"So what are you doing for the rest of the day?"

"I'm not too sure, Shinji hasn't really informed me on whether or not we have tasks that need to be completed or not today..."

"I think you should ditch 'em and spend some time with me~ We haven't spent much time together considering the circumstances recently."

"Yeah... everything lately has been pretty crazy hasn't it.. it seems like the appearance of hollows has increased, and so many changes are happening within our squads."

"So what do you say? Let's have a girls day like old times~"

"I'm not sure Lisa, Shinji may need me to atten-"

She placed her index finger onto my lips, firmly enough to stop me from explaining, but soft enough to not hurt.

"You don't have to be with him twenty-four seven (y/n). He's a grown ass man and can take care of himself, and I'm sure Lieutenant Aizen can handle whatever help he needs.

"Aizen... he's the problem, though..."

"(Y/n)!"

My thoughts recently have been getting the better of me, and I snapped back into reality. Looking at Lisa and giving her my full attention.

"He'll be fine~"

She gently placed her hand on my right shoulder, reassuring me about his capabilities. I know Shinji will be completely fine. It's just so frustrating being an undercover lieutenant...

"You're right, Lisa~ Maybe I should take the day off..."

I gave a gentle smile, knowing that it wasn't genuine enough to make her believe that I was okay. She brushed it off though, focusing on cleaning herself up. I started to do the same and once we where both done we both walked off to go and retrieve our clothes. We where in our robes, making our way to the main lobby where you set your shoe, clothes, and personal belongings into this little cubby. On the left was for the women and on the right for the men. I had noticed that Shinji's attire was missing and there was a little note placed on top of my clothes.

"Hm.. A note?"

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 (𝒴/𝓃)

𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁~ 𝒮𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝒶~

"Oh, Shinji..."

"What'd he say?"

"He had some business he needed to take care of. I'm assuming it has to be something really important to leave without telling me goodbye..."

"I guess so~ Well that's all right that just means we get to spend sometime together finally~"

Lisa smiled and gave a little playful nod to the side while doing so. We haven't hung out in months with all the craziness going on recently. I should just take the day off..

"Yeah lets get dressed and we can head back to Shinji's place, I'll show you all the cool stuff he brings back~ "

"Getting to see Captain Hirako's personal collection of oddities? This outta be interesting."

𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒿𝒾'𝓈 𝓅.𝑜.𝓋

"Damn, this is such a pain... I don't understand why Sosuke couldn't just handle this issue in the first place... Well no bother, It'll get done the right way this time with me handling it."

Making his way in between the halls of the Seireitei, Shinji felt the warm air hit his face, and the sun lighting up his skin.

Man.. It's such a nice day out, maybe I should just chill before I have to deal with this "Hollow' incident that had happened."

Shinji flash stepped so swiftly onto the roof of the wall. Admiring the garden behind his back and the sky right above of him. Being crouched in that position he always likes to take. He perched for a few minutes, closing his eyes and relaxing, breathing in the air and not having a care in the world, until he opened his eyes to see a familiar face walk on by below him.

"What's with that face~"

"What'd a you care! My face always looks like this, dumb baldy!"

Shinji looked down, his eyes drifting to the side, slowly glaring with annoyance towards Hiyori.

"I'm not bald, idiot.."

"You probably heard the rumors, and came to make fun of me. Didn't you baldy!"

Now, with a glimmer of mischief, Shinji was interested, but at the same time, he didn't care to possibly get kicked in the face. So he tried to avoid confrontation, even though he did find it funny that she always got so mad for no reason.

"And why would I do that? I'm just catching some sun, you idiot~. I couldn't care less about your squad, idiot~"

"Quit calling me idiot, you idiot!"

"I was going to tell you something... Oh no... Nowwhat was it? Uuuhhh..."

Not paying attention and dazing off into the sky, with his thoughts a blur, Hiyori's face lit up brighter than the morning star. She readied herself and well.. here it comes...

"QUIT SAYING UH, WHEN YOU ARE AROUND ME!"

Shinji looked towards her, and as he did so, she was gone. He didn't have time to react to her kicking him square in the face.

"CHA!"

"UHHhhh! hehuuuhhh~"

Crisscrossed on the ground holding his face, trying to calm himself while ignoring the pain, Hiyori was now standing on the roof looking down at Shinji irritatingly, but before Shinji could give her a piece of his mind, she was gone.

"Damnit....What's the big idea Hiyori! HUH?" HEY! YOU COME BACK HERE!"

. . .

"What is up with her. She is really upset."

𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓅.𝑜.𝓋

"So? What's this?"

"That's a music stand.."

"And this?"

"That's the coffee maker I was telling you about.."

"Oh! What's this wooden thing over here?"

"Oh? Um... I'm actually not sure. Shinji didn't get to show me what that is yet. He must have brought it back this morning."

"Well, what'd you think it does? It's got these metal strings, there's a hole in the middle? I don't get it?"

"Maybe you touch the strings?"

I took my fingers and lightly glided them across the strings of the strange object. Noise echoed throughout the room, Lisa and I were sitting on the floor jolting back a bit nit knowing what would happen.

"It made a sound? How interesting (y/n)."

"Yeah, it's kinda cool. I wonder what it's for? Ha ha."

I made a promise that I wouldn't tell anybody that Shinji plans on making music, so I intend on keeping that our little secret. It's definitely for his music.

"Why would he get a thing like this?"

"I-I'm not too sure? It's odd looking. Maybe that's what caught his attention?"

"Perhaps, Shinji is such a werido..."

"Well, he's my werido, so..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You both are so deeply in love~"

"Hey, knock it off, Lisa. Stop teasing me!"

I pushed her back by the shoulders, and she retaliated by doing the same. One thing led to another, and we started play-fighting like little kids. Rolling over each other, taking turns tickling each other.

"Gosh.. we're too immature."

"Okay, Knock it off already Lisa! You win, you win!"

"I always win, it's what I'm good at. Also you should put on some more weight, you're pretty light, no wondering I had that in the bag."

"Whatever... I wonder where Shinji is? It's gotten pretty late."

"The moons beautiful tonight~ Don't worry, I'll keep you company until he comes home (y/n)~"

As she was looking at the moon, Lisa turned back around to face me. That gentle smile was always hard to say no too.

"Okay~"

𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒿𝒾'𝓈 𝓅.𝑜.𝓋

The mid-night sky was colored with hues of green, blue, and dazzling moonlight, captain Urahara hugged the railing of his porch barracks, admiring, or more like looking troubled by the pressures of being a new captain. He signed, not expecting someone to be observing or listening to his worries as to his surprise a voice appeared catching his attention.

"As expected~ You sound.. board."

"Hm?"

"Oh captain Hirako. Good evening."

"Just call me.. Shinji. We're both captains~"

Captain Hirako was elegantly walking through the moonlight making his way towards Kisuke, with a big smile a crossed his face hoping to possibly enlighten the new captain. He lightly leaned onto the railing next to Kisuke, bringing his full attention on to him.

"Whata think of Hiyori? A pain in the butt?"

"No..."

"She was pretty close to captain Hikifune.. I'm convinced she thought of her as a mother figure. So it'll be difficult for you to win her over."

Both staring off into the distance, blank faces facing reality of the situation, with the odds about Hiyori being true, and challenging Kisuke with the situation. It made him think, as he nodded down in agreement.

"I tent to think your right about that. I've done what I've can to make us all get along, but it seems no matter what I do it's just not going as smoothly as I'd like.."

"What about (y/n)?"

"What about her?"

"She seemed pretty stressed out from what I could tell from the other day."

"I know..."

"I don't know you that well, but are things alright?"

"Trust me, it has nothing to do with us if that's what you're thinking."

"Forgive me for asking.."

"It's all good. Her and I have been the talk of the town for awhile now, considering how it's looked down upon to get with another squad member an all, but fuck'em. They can bite me.... Let's move on to other matters though."

Kisuke's expression deepened, as he had a hard time understanding why everything he was doing wasn't working and if it was wise to ask about his girlfriend, but he raised his head up as he noticed Shinji walking away.

"Are you really giving this all you've got?"

"hm.."

Shinji stopped, his hands clenched to his side and his posture actually being decent for once. Kisuke doing the opposite shrugging, listening, and Shinji could tell that Kisuke wasn't sure of himself.

"I certainly don't think that I know it all about these situations... but as someone whose been a captain a bit longer then you. Maybe you should hear me out."

Shinji turned to look Kisuke in the eyes, within all seriousness, Kisuke could tell that Shinji cared and understood his situation. He almost felt more bad if anything hearing Shinji's words, because Kisuke didn't understand what his squad expected out of him, what kind of role model they needed him to be, so he continued to listen, interested in what Shinji had to offer.

"Those chosen to command, should be able to sympathize with those who serve. However they should not show it."

"Hm.."

Walking off a little bit further into the yard, admiring the trees, the sky, the mood Shinji was giving off was collected and calm, with a hint of confidence as he continued on with his words.

"You do things as you think best, and if it turns out that no one follows you, then perhaps you just weren't the right vessel to lead them."

'Hm."

"And besides~"

He halted, turning back to meet Kisuke's sombered gaze once more. With a frightening smile and menacing cockiness that shined through his eyes, Shinji expressed once more a shred of advice.

"You don't really seem the type that posses the skill to be much good at thinking about how others feel."

This whole time Kisuke's face became emotionless, he pondered about Shinji's words whirling through his head as if he could not comprehend the meaning of caring for others. The one thing that did catch captain Hirako's eyes, was how he could see that his words may have gotten to him just a bit. Before walking away, he could see that Kisuke's face was slowly showing the emotion of empathy and sadness and how hard it'll be moving forward as a captain.

"Well anyway~ I wouldn't let this bother you too much. I'd say you and I seem to have something in common, but I couldn't help coming by to give you some advice...Night~"

Shuffling into the woods, shrugging back into his normal posture deep into the shadows besides him, Shinji felt as if he was being watched. He already knew who it was, knowing that he had left Kisuke in the dust by now. As he continued to walk, his right hand glided against the air, gripping onto an unknow material.

"How long are you going to stand there and watch?"

His voice deep, and sounding emotionlessly irritated, he pulled plains apart watching the vail unravel as he walked next to the gleaming colors of kido disperse.

"Sosuke..."

Aizen looked surprised, his hands held behind his back clenched, seemingly frightened by his captain cleverness, and wit to see right through him.

"I'm impressed."

The stillness of the night took hold, as they both stood there waiting for the silence to be broken. Shinji's suspicions were becoming true, but he had no real evidence to act on the matter. He stayed quiet, thinking about what an idiot Sosuke was for thinking that he wouldn't notice him.

"How long have you been aware of me?"

. . .

"From the time that you where in your mothers womb... Let's go..."

"Yes sir..."

They walked together, in silence. Shinji not letting up for one moment just in case Sosuke tried anything funny, even though he made it look like he was relaxed and couldn't have cared. It was obvious to Aizen that Shinji was pissed off.

"Captain?"

"What is it?"

"You truly are a frightening man."

"That's my line."

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈

The sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the floorboards, alerting most that the captain was home. No one was truly aware, considering all of the commotion coming from his quarters. Shinji could hear it a mile away, the rough housing, the giggling of two girls running around.

"My, my... It's been awhile since I've heard her laugh like that.."

Mumbling those words under his breath as he passed by the whispers of people inside their homes, wishing they would just shut up. He approached his front door, trying to act like he knew nothing at all. Sliding the door open with a big grin on his face Shinji made his presence know.

"I'm hooooome!~"

That big grin faded, and turned into confusion. Blinking and rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Lisa?"

"Yes, captain?"

. . .

"Wh-What the hell do you think your doing sitting on top of my girlfriend!?!?!"

"Sh-Shinji, it's not what it looks like!"

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, Shinji~ I'm here to steal your precious little "doll" from you~"

Lisa put on an act, trying to push Shinji's buttons, making snide comments trying to get him all flustered up. Leaning down, slowly she made her way towards (y/n)'s lips. (Y/n) could only think to herself that she's not being serious, it sure looked as if she was being for real about this though.

"Lisa cut it out already!"

As (y/n) prepared herself, trying to push Lisa away. Shinji swiftly came in and saved the day. With (y/n) in his arms and lap, bridal style as he knelt down onto the floor. Lisa a split second still in the air, hit the floor, her face now kissing the carpet.

"H-how are you so fast captain? I-I didn't even see you coming.."

"I'm a captain, Lisa. What'd ya expect?"

"I expected a reaction, not to be kissing the floor!"

"Calm down. Just be faster, and pay attention."

"Give me a break.."

"It's your lucky day! How about you go on your break for the rest of the night. Go home, and relax."

"I get it, you don't need to say anything else."

The lieutenant of squad 8 raised herself off the floor, making her way past the two love birds. She began to slide the doors shut, and the next few seconds she cracked the door back open.

"Shinji.."

Seeing the concern and seriousness planted upon her face. He said go ahead with that look in his eye, letting her know to speak.

"Don't leave her here alone so late."

"Won't happen again~"

"Mh'k."

And off she went, back to her own barracks that belonged to squad eight. Shinji closed the door behind him realizing Lisa forgetting to shut it, as he held (y/n) close to his chest. Her cheeks became rosy red, and her eyes had a glimmery shine to them. It's as if she was under some sort of spell all of a sudden."

"What?"

"No-nothing."

"Oh I see~"

"See what?"

"Do you want me to finish off what Lisa started~"

"Wha-!"

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞

[my-moo-moo]

more to grow (chapter 2/4)

When her due date had gone and passed without progression, she started to get a little worried. It wasn’t that she was impatient to get them out. She loved every inch of her belly even despite the aching pain of her spine and ankles. She was dreading losing this voluminous body of hers for sure. She was, however, afraid that she might really be pushing out two 11 pound babies out of her vagina if she was going to grow them any longer. She didn’t want a c-section because she was deathly afraid of going under knives. Both her boyfriend and her doctor were on the same page about that note. 

That was why she cornered her boyfriend the night before she turned 42 weeks pregnant. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she threatened, crossing her hands over her chest.  

“Baby… haven’t I been doing that all this time?”

“It clearly wasn’t good enough,” she huffed, waving over the ever present mass hidden poorly under her silk robes. The floral fabric curtained both sides of her protruding bump like it was the grand present on a Christmas morning. “You’ll fuck me into I go into labour. No exceptions.”

“You’ll regret saying that,” he growled, ripping her robes off her shoulders. The silk fell to the floor, revealing the brand set of red lace lingerie she bought for her new double D breasts. It had taken one week to arrive and by the time tried it on today her breasts were already spilling over the cups. He practically drooled at the sight, exactly like she had planned. 

He swept her off her feet into his arms with ease like she hadn’t gained 90 pounds. He carried her to their bedroom and plopped her down on their mattress, pushing her face down so her ass perked up into the air. 

His large calloused palm spanked the flesh poking out from the criss crossing harnesses of her garter. It jiggled like a soufflé pancake and she almost teared out for pure pride. She grew that all by herself. People paid big money for BBLs to get a butt like hers, but her’s is all natural. He moved her thong to the side and plunged his large member down to the hilt without warning. 

Her back arched in response to the shock. “Yes, that’s it.”

Balls slapped against her juicy ass and heavy belly against her thighs. Her babies were squirming and jostling inside at the disruption to their home. She felt a sharp kick to her diaphragm causing her to gasp out loud. She couldn’t complain, because that meant they were head down. She hoped they were getting into position to get out. 

Her boyfriend continued to slam his large dick deeper and deeper into her vagina at a relentless pace. Pain mixed with pleasure and her mind floated away to the heavens. Her entire lower half felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t even tell where the sharp pain originated from until she realized her pussy was pulsing against nothingness. She whined at the loss of contact. She was so close to reaching her peak. 

Axel had pulled out and said, “Mina darling. I think your water broke.”

She lifted her woozy head around to see a darkened spot in the sheets. They finally did it. 

.

He was already messaging her doctor. And within seconds he was carrying her to the car. “Doctor Jones said we need to get to the hospital immediately. There can be many complications with twin deliveries.”

Now that she wasn’t high from pleasure, she could feel the contractions’ real strength coursing through her abdomen. Her contractions were only minutes apart. Without checking down there, she had a feeling she was dialating very quickly. By the time they got to the hospital, she felt one of her babies’ heads heavy right against her cervix as she waddled to the front desk.

With how ripe she looked, she was able to bypass the waiting room. The moment the nurses saw her, they wheeled her into an examination room, separating her from her poor confused boyfriend. That wasn’t the biggest concern on her mind though. All she wanted was to get her babies out, but there seemed to be a delay in getting her to her delivery suite. The medical professionals around her kept talking and talking. All the while, her belly kept twisting and squeezing with increasing force. They told her not to push yet, and she obeyed despite the terribly instinctual urge to do so. However, she couldn’t help that the baby itself was pushing at her cervix against her will. 

Finally, her primary physician, Doctor Jones entered her room and she was wheeled to another room that she recognized for ultrasounds. “We need to have a quick ultrasound to check the positioning of your babies before we proceed,” she explained.

Mina grinded her teeth and nodded. She wasn’t one to object against authority figures who probably knew better. Time dragged on as she swiped the ultrasound wand across and back around her belly. It felt like she was taking her dandy time while she was wincing at each increasingly intense wave of contractions. She understood that the surface area was quite large, but it shouldn’t be taking that long! Her baby wasn’t going to wait for anyone.

Doctor Jones looked solemn yet perplexed watching the screen. She pursed her lips before announcing, “Hold on. I need to consult my colleagues on a matter. 

“No!” she screamed. “Don’t leave me. The baby— I feel them— they’re coming!”

“Do not push, Mina,” the doctor commanded. She turned to the nurses and said, “Hold her legs shut.”

She groaned loudly as the nurses forced her legs closed, completely against what Mother Nature was telling her to do. The large baby head now felt even more cramped up against her constricted walls. The only thing she could do was grip the bed railings tight and watch her belly physically constrict into a tight cone shape and relax rhythmically. Her moans dragged out with each pain-wracking contraction. 

.

Mina doesn’t know how long it has been, but every second dragged forever. Her bound legs were not completely stopping the baby from descending. The baby is so low now. It felt like her hips were being torn apart. Every fibre of her body was telling her to push and it was getting harder to ignore it. Release from the pressure would feel so good. Finally cracking from the insurmountable pain, she flailed her arms about trying to push the nurses away. “Ennngh. I need— I need to. So much pain.”

At this moment, Doctor Jones strided back over her bedside to pin her back down to the bed. “I said stop!” Mina’s arms scrambled against her, but she was too weak to fight back.  

“Nurses, hold the patient down,” she ordered and two nurses moved their hands to hold her down by the shoulders against the bed. 

The doctor spread her legs apart and the baby’s head practically slipped down her canal. Mina audibly moans, feeling the sweet relief of pressure at last. Without even pushing, her baby’s head was already halfway out her puffy lips. Their eyes were peeking back at the doctor. “Congratulations Ms. Park. Your baby is beautiful. They’re big, strong, and healthy… but you won’t be meeting them today.”

“What??” she asked aghast. Her answer came when she felt the head being forced back into her vagina. Doctor Jones had her palm on her baby’s head and was pushing them back into her. “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked wildly. 

“Ms. Park. Please trust me as a trained doctor. This is the only option.” Mina screamed like she never had before. If crowning was painful, the feeling of her baby’s large head squeezing back through her narrow birth canal was many times worse. “If you relax a little, this process would be less painful,” the doctor tsked. 

Another wave of contractions swept through, her womb squeezing to push the baby out the direction it was meant to. Doctor Jones furrowed her brows and put more pressure on her end. Mina felt her baby thrashing wildly within her, caught between this tug of war. Pressure, she felt pressure from so many angles. She screamed bloody murder as her entire lower half of her body was on fire. 

With her limbs restrained, she could only lay in horror as the doctor’s fist slowly disappeared into her vagina. Doctor Jones leans her entire body weight into it and finally, the head popped back into her womb. Her thoroughly abused cervix continued to throb in the wake of events. 

Her belly felt full and taut again. Yet the doctor continued pushing until the baby was deep in the far back of her uterus. The baby gave a strong protesting kick to her diaphragm that knocked the breath out of her. She then stuck both of her hands in there to perfect the positioning before pulling away. 

Mina was at a loss of words after all the screaming. Screaming would not even come close to conveying the agony she went through. She could only lay panting and feel the aftermath of every single violation that was done to her— no pain medication at all. The doctor washed her hands that were sticky with all the membranes and fluid that expelled from her. Another nurse entered the room with a cart of supplies and IV drips. 

“We have to make sure you don’t go into premature labour again.” 

Premature? Mina would’ve scoffed if she had the energy. Her babies were two weeks overdue and were likely at least 10 pounds each. 

The nurses worked together to attach her with a multitude of tubes while the doctor returned her attention to her swollen lips down south. She couldn’t see what was happening past the mountain of belly obscuring her sight. All she felt was piercing stabs deep in her canal before she passed out from the craziness that happened to her that night. 

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

This is my story that i originally posted onto wattpad and then onto Ao3. If you are reading this anywhere else other than Wattpad Ao3 or tumblr than it has been posted with our my permission.

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Ch - 1

Originally Posted - September 6th 2023

Posted onto Tumblr - July 11 2024

"HONEY WAKE UP!"

Your mom yelled at you from the front seat. You rub your eyes, tiredly groaning as you sit up. The leather sticking onto your skin from the heat.

"Good morning sweetie, were here." You mom smiles at you through the rear view mirror. You and your mother where moving away from the big city life in the states into a small city in Canada. Uranium City, Saskatchewan. A small city with a little over 70 people living there. You hate having to move to this stupid town and leaving everything back in the city. Having to move to a town where nothing happens. The worst part about it, You don't even know why your moving. You have some speculations but nothing out of the ordinary. You also fear that moving might take a toll on your single mother.

"Well what do you think?" Your Mother says as you both walk out of the car into the lawn. You look up at the biggest house on the street and most likely the town. While most of the houses in the area are small ranch houses or affordable family homes, this one looks more luxurious. Like the kind of house that the rich family in town would have. Which you know you definitely are not.

Looking up to the house it has a nice clean stone walkway up to the front door. With the walls being a forest green brick and the roof being a cool grey. The house also has a brick lining of natural deep browns and light blacks. From the outside you can tell it has two floors and plenty of rooms. Not the biggest mansion you've seen but definitely fancy compared to the smaller more run down houses surrounding it.

"How did we even afford this?" You say turning to you mother bewildered. Your mother letting out a sweet chuckle at your amazement. Shrugging as she responds.

"Something happened to the son of the family who used to live here a year ago and the parents just left town. Whatever happened to that kid must've been bad because this house was the cheapest one on the market. I couldn't just let an offer like this go. Do you see how big it is?"

"Hm" You respond looking back up at the house. "You sure we need all of this room? It is just the two of us."

"We can figure something out. Plus i've been meaning to setup an office for my art studio. Its been getting us some cash. We can use that while I look for a job around here. Judging by how small this place is I doubt I can find one here. I can look in a town over." You mother replies. Determination spread across her face. She slide her hands together as if she was dusting them off and places them on her hips. Russiling the fabric of her blue cardigan.

"Well, let's start moving these boxes" She says, Trying to get rid of the awkward silence between you two. Your mother and you get to work, starting moving the boxes from the back of your car into the house. Most furniture was left in the house so the only thing you needed to do was stock up and put up some decorations.

"So there are three bedrooms upstairs and the basement was also turned into a bedroom so, what room are you claiming? The master bedroom is mine of course." Your Mom says turning to you.

"I'll take the basement. I can have some privacy and you can do whatever you want upstairs" You reply. You grab your couple of boxes and bring it down to the basement dropping it onto the dusty floors.

"Guess this was the kids room" You look around the room observing the furniture that was already left in it. You see a twin sized mattress on the floor, A couple posters of rappers and other random things on the walls, a small night stand, a closet in the corner, and a dresser with a small tv and dvd player propped onto it.

'It looks kinda sad in here' You think as move closer to the closet. You open it up and see a small walk in closet. 'Damn these people where rich rich." Before you could start rummaging through the stuff left in there, something out of place caught your eye.

A whole bunch of toddler toys stuffed and thrown into the corner of the closet.

"Where they going to have a toddler" You think out loud as you pick up a plush dinosaur. 'Why would it be in this kids room? Looks like he was around my age.' You kick some of the stuff back into the corner deciding to figure it out another time. It's a super small town anyways someone must know what happen here. Right?

You move back up to see the clothes left. As you go through the random clothing the you see a box stuffed under all of the clothing. Almost as if it was being hid from someone. You bend down to pick it up and bring it to the plain bed. As you open it you see a couple of things. A small ipod, a cap, a couple of letters, a postcard, and a dvd copy of a saw movie. Right before you pick up the letters you hear your mother shout.

"Are you unpacking?"

'Shit'

"Im starting now." You yell back

You drop the letters back into the box and close it, setting it back where you found.

-TIME SKIP-

You finally finished unpacking, leaving most things that were in the room there. You kept the posters up and added some of your own. You changed the bedding to the plain black one you packed and put your clothes on the rack, deciding to keep some of the clothes that were already there. Reminding yourself to wash them later. You did still have more belongings in a box but there was no where to put them in the nearly empty room.

You turn and start to walk up the stairs shouting for your mother.

"Mom!"

"Yes N/n"

"We need to go to a furniture store."

"Why?" She asks, turning away from the small pile of boxes in front of her. "This place is fully furnished?"

"There's nowhere to put the rest of my stuff down there. It's basically empty."

"Alright sweetie" She says with a sigh turning back to the boxes. "I do have to get stuff for my studio anyways. Might as well kill two birds with one stone"

"Make sure you get your bookbag ready, You have school tomorrow." She says unpacking kitchen items.

"Ughhhh alright." You mope, dragging your feet as you walk back downstairs to get you bag ready.

When you get down there you grab your y/fc jansport bag from a box and start putting supplies in it.

-THE NEXT DAY -

(I'm too lazy to finish showing y/n doing random shit)

MONDAY

"BRING BRING BRING"

You groan rubbing your eyes and slapping the alarm clock next to you and you get up from the small bed.

you sit up yawning and stretching you you walk up stairs to the bathroom. You brush your teeth wash your face and use the toilet. You go back down into your room to get and outfit ready. Well that was until your mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Come get your uniform it just came in!"

"UNIFORM?!" You yell back confused.

(Feminine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a grey dress and white undershirt with black buckle shoes.

(Masculine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a red vest, White undershirt with a grey and red tie, grey slacks, and black dress shoes.

"Ughhhhhhh do I really have to wear those? There so ... Preppy"

"Yes sweetie now go put them on so you can have breakfast."

"Im gonna look like a nerd"

"Too bad. Now go put it on."

You grab the clothing from you mothers hands walking back down into you room to get dressed. As soon as you were done getting ready your stomach grumbled, begging for food. Complying you walk up the stairs into the kitchen with your bookbag and sit down to eat breakfast.

"Enjoy" Your mom said as she handed you a plate of pancakes. You devour the plate and set it into the sink, grabbing your skateboard from the side of the door.

"Bye mom i'm going to school. See you later!"

"Bye honey!" She shouts back

You open the front door and get on you skateboard. Skating to your new school and dreading what was to come.

[kokinu09]

Fake Love

Inspiration :

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

—BTS, Fake Love (English Translation)

💥Trigger Warning : Toxic Exes, breakup over the phone, implied friends to lovers, gay panic moment, MinSung (Minho x Jisung)

Word count : 2,347

AO3

A/N : This was intended to be a short little prompt and it obviously got away from me! 🤗 Originally supposed to be for @rainfallingfromthesky but the MinSung makes me think @keepswingin will be a fan. 😂 Hope you enjoy it!~

~*~

“It’s just not working out,” Jisung tells her gently, phone pressed to his ear, bracing for the inevitable argument.

“Wait, what?! You’re breaking up with me?!” She exclaims through the line.

“Yeah… I’m sorry…” he apologizes as sincerely as he can muster. But he’s not really sorry.

This girl has been doing nothing but ask him for money or to buy her things all week! Most of the time, she doesn’t even respond to his texts! It’s too obvious that she doesn’t and hasn’t even cared about him or his feelings for the past four months. So he’s decided now is as good a time as ever to let her go. Cut his losses and move on.

The laugh he hears in response is sarcastic at best before she switches to an overly sweet coo. “You don’t wanna break up with me! Come on, Ji baby! Why don’t we go out to a nice restaurant and talk about this!”

Usually, he’d feel bad for handling a breakup over the phone instead of in person, but he’s so glad he did in this case. The way his eyes roll to the back of his skull in annoyance at the suggestion would have definitely offended her worse. He’s struggling enough just trying to keep his breathing even and not letting out any noises of frustration. Maybe he should have just texted her at this point.

“No, no. There’s no reason to draw this out,” he says, hearing a ‘but’ as he goes on to keep her from interrupting. “It’s been fun but I don’t think we’re good for each other. It’d just be best for both of us to go our separate ways.” He rushes out and crosses his fingers that she won’t make this harder than it needs to be.

On the other end, he heard her scoff. “Really, wow. I guess the rumors really were true. Do you think you’re better than everyone else, Han Jisung? ‘Cause I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you’re not all that.” She sneers. “It was embarrassing hearing about you from all my friends. Seeing all those videos of you having a panic attack walking through the airport. What kind of Idol gets anxiety from just getting on a plane!” She laughs cruelly.

“Ouch, okay then. I see what this really meant to you,” Jisung snaps back angrily, not that this was any news to him.

He already knew she was only into him for his money but his heart still hurts that he still hasn’t been able to find someone who likes him for him. Whether he had money and fame or not.

“You won’t have to worry about me ‘embarrassing you’ anymore. It’s over.” His tone burns with anger as the words leave his lips. Sharp-edged, firm and indisputable. No room for argument.

“Fine!” She huffs in arrogant annoyance. “You’ll be back.” She adds he can hear the cocky smirk she must be wearing as she says it.

Breathing a laugh, “Doubtful,” he says, ending the call before he can waste another second on their pointless relationship.

Jisung sighs as he drops his phone to the mattress, pressing the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. He’s exhausted. It’s been the same thing over and over again since he’s tried dating.

He hates it. He can’t tell who genuinely cares about him or who’s only out for themselves. It always starts off great and they seem so sweet and affectionate. Then, at some point along the way, it just flips and they’re flirting with the other members or only giving him attention when they want something.

His mind is a mess, thoughts racing in the worst possible directions. From the self-conscious worry of ‘Is it him?’ ‘Is he the reason it never works out?’ To the despair of ‘he’ll be alone forever.’ ‘He’ll never find someone who truly loves him.’

The buzz of his phone beside him pulls his brain out of its spiraling. He glances at the back of it, debating if he dare flip it over and see who was messaging him. It was probably her, continuing the arguments or pleading for another chance.

It’s always the same.

With a resigned huff, he grabs his phone more aggressively than was probably necessary as he flips the screen to see the notification. The tension in his brow immediately eases, sighing out a relieved breath at seeing it in fact wasn’t a text from ‘Little Miss Gold Digger’ but instead was from Minho. A pointless text about his meal, complete with a picture of proof. Too zoomed in to really tell if it looks good or not.

Even still. No matter how mundane the topic is, Jisung finds that he’s never annoyed by his best friend’s messages. He actually looks forward to them. They make him feel normal for once.

He closes his eyes as his head tilts back with a smile spreading across his lips. A feeling of deep gratitude replacing all the negativity that had filled his chest. Thankful that he’s not truly alone. He has Minho and the rest of his members going through it with him. The few people who understand everything he’s going through. Minho, the one who knows him better than anyone else in the world. Who he can turn to with his struggles without worry of judgment.

He’s already pressed the call button before even giving it a second thought. And Minho doesn’t disappoint, answering on the first ring.

“Ah, my dinner looked too delicious for you to resist, huh Jagiya?” He laughs, the infectious sound tugging at the corners of Jisung’s lips.

“Yeah right, I couldn’t even tell what you were having, hyung,” he replies with a chuckle that quickly dies with his sunken mood. “But uh, would it be ok if I come by your dorm tonight?”

There’s a pause from the other end of the line.

“Of course you can,” he says easily before asking, “Is something wrong, Hannie?”

Jisung cringes at the question because he can’t be honest and just say ‘everything is wrong actually.’ Minho would worry about him. And Jisung already felt like too much of a burden by asking to come over.

So he’ll lie to ease it a little bit.

“Everything’s fine, hyung. I just, don’t wanna be alone right now,” but he can’t stop the honesty that slips out. Minho was good for that. No matter how much Jisung wants to hide the truth, it always comes out around him.

“Come over, Hannie. We can talk if you want after we watch a few episodes together,” Minho offers, a gentle undertone to his voice. Understanding and willing to listen. When he’s ready, of course.

~*~

Two episodes quickly snowballs into five as it often did when Minho and Jisung binge-watch a show together. The TV is switched off when Minho finally decides it’s getting a little late.

Jisung uncurls himself from around the dancer with a stretch and yawn. Another habit the two have adopted over the years of watching anime together. Slowly migrating across the couch or mattress until they are huddled up to each other for warm, comfy cuddles.

It’s never been something they’ve thought about much. They enjoyed the skinship and didn’t question it further than that.

“I guess I could go back to the other dorms now,” Jisung sighs, shoving his palms against the cushions to push himself up.

“Hold on, Hannie. We’re not done here yet,” Minho says, grabbing his wrist to yank him back down on the couch. Jisung chuckles but doesn’t put up much of a fight as he relaxes back into his seat.

“What are you talking about, Weirdo? You’re the one who turned the show off!” He retorts playfully. But Minho turns his whole body to face him, giving his undivided attention.

“Don’t you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He asks, tilting his head as his elbow props it up on the back of the sofa.

Jisung stiffens.

He’d almost forgotten. But everything comes flooding back to the forefront of his mind. The struggle, the longing, the loneliness. He’d almost forgotten of that in the few hours he spent with Minho.

But it will inevitably all come back when he leaves again. Searching for the person who will fill the cracks left in his heart.

How was he even supposed to explain that?

The rapper lets out a heavy sigh, eyes fixed on the way his fingers pick at a frayed string on his jeans. “I broke up with that girl I was seeing. You know, the blonde one?”

Minho hums. “Good, I didn’t like her anyway.”

“Huh?!” Jisung shrieks. “Why didn’t you say anything for the last four months?!” But Minho just shrugs.

“She wasn’t butting into my Hannie time too much.” Then he pauses, dramatically tapping his chin in thought. “To be honest, I kinda forgot she existed half the time.”

That makes Jisung chuckle almost humorlessly. “Yeah me too,” he sighs. “The only reason she liked me was the fame and money. When I told her I was done, she even made fun of me for my anxiety. She didn’t care about me, she never did.” His words quiet and fragile as they left his mouth. The unspoken worry of ‘Will anyone ever love me?’ lingering in the air.

“Well that’s her loss.” Minho says firmly, and Jisung sees the anger burning behind his eyes when he looks back at him. “And if she really can’t understand that your anxiety is not a choice, then she didn’t deserve you in the first place.”

If he thought about it, looking close enough, he could swear he saw smoke coming out of Minho’s nostrils with how angry he seems. It sends a wave of warmth spreading through his chest as a quiet chuckle bubbles out. “Of course you think that, you’re my overprotective best friend!”

Minho stays quiet for a moment, his eyes seeming to search his for something he can’t quite place. But his gut flips with a nervousness he’s not used to with his best friend. Then Minho sighs softly in resignation as he leans back, breaking the tension strung tightly between them.

“No, Hannie, I mean it. You deserve the world from whoever you choose to be with.” He corrects but Jisung furrows his brows as a pout scrunches his face.

“Ok, sure. Whatever you say,” he grumbles. “I haven’t found anyone even remotely close to treating me like that so far.” He lets out his own deep sigh. “I want to find the real thing but it’s so hard. Everyone’s a fan but for all the wrong reasons. I’m so sick of this fake love.”

“Then stop looking out there and look around instead.”

Jisung’s head snaps up to look at the older boy across from him. Minho holds his gaze, intently watching for his reaction. Does he mean what he thinks he means? And why has his stomach erupted into a fit of butterflies?

“Wh-what are you talking about, hyung! Don’t say weird stuff!” Jisung laughs nervously, trying to play it off as if his brain wasn’t suddenly speeding at a million miles an hour. As if his heart wasn’t racing with a mix of panic and giddiness.

Minho’s eyes crinkle in the corners as a smirk forms on his lips. “There’s nothing weird about being honest about how you feel!” He teases lightly, clearly enjoying Jisung’s squirming and flushed cheeks.

The younger makes an embarrassed noise, covering his face with his hands to hide the darkening shade of red. “Ah! You’re just messing with me!”

Warm, gentle fingers wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand away. Jisung’s wide eyes lift to look at him. “I’m not.” He replies with a softened smile, his hand keeping contact with the skin of his wrist.

The look in his eyes made his spine tingle and his heart flutter. It dawns on him that he hopes it’s true. Hopes that Minho feels something stronger than friendship towards him. His stomach does a somersault at the prospect.

When did the feelings for his best friend grow past admiration into this deep fondness? And why has he never noticed it happening?

He isn’t sure how long he sat there trying to wrack his brain for an answer before Minho’s chuckle snaps him out of his own head. “You’re overthinking it, Sungie.”

He wasn’t wrong, but how could he not?! This is his best friend! What if they try to make something work between them and then it ruins what they already have?!

Minho’s grip on his wrist squeezes lightly, pulling him out of his thoughts again. A soft smile is there waiting for him.

“I don’t need you to say anything right now. Just, think about it, ok?” The dancer requests, eyes pleading.

Jisung wants to tell him how he feels. But how can he do that when he hasn’t even sorted through his feelings himself? So he gulps down the lump in his throat and nods, trying to portray his sincerity through their held gaze.

The way Minho’s eyes crinkle happily again makes Jisung relax, his chest filling with warmth. “Good, now come here, Sungie. One more episode won’t hurt, right?” He readjusts with his arms open, welcoming the other boy in for cuddles again.

Jisung laughs under his breath but doesn’t argue, scooting closer and tucking himself against Minho’s side like he always does. Minho’s arm tightens around his shoulders before relaxing, rubbing his back comfortingly.

As the episode starts up, Jisung finds himself letting out a content sigh, snuggling deeper into Minho’s chest. He doesn’t have to overthink this. This is his comfort place. And Minho can read him without him saying a word. Complicated wasn’t a thing between them. They’ll figure out what they want in due time and everything will be fine. He’s sure of it.

And even though he feels like he’s been through hell trying to get here, maybe he’s finally found a safe place to keep his heart.

[gay-dorito-dust]

mind making a lucy carlyle fic?? maybe like after the scene of annabel ward in her room ,, y/n sleeps with her so they would make sure that shes safe and the next morning lockwood would barge into the room seeing the two cuddling with lucy's head in readers chest and all that. thank you and i absolutely love your writing!!!!! :D

Finally! My first Lucy Carlyle request! Fuck yeah! 🦦

“I don’t feel right.” You told George and Lockwood when you three trudged down the stairs from Lucy’s room, your tired and aching body somehow becoming even more tired and aching from recent events. “Why? We’ve concealed the source and kept Annabelle away from doing us in. So what could you possible feel off about?” George asked, “you’re not ghost-locked are you?” He added and you made a indignant noise, “no I’m not, it’s just,” you looked back towards Lucy’s room with a furrow in your brow and a growing unease in your stomach, “I’m worried about Luce.” You looked back towards the boys who were already looking back at you. “Can’t I just stay with her for the night? Just to make sure she’s okay and all that.”

George and Lockwood knew this was coming, they knew it the moment you briskly took Lucy under your wing upon meeting her after they told you about the new assistant. Originally the were worried about how you’d react, considering how fond you were of Robin before he unfortunately passed on, but luckily for them you were more then ready to move on and accept the newest member of your team. You loved George and Lockwood with all your heart but conversation gets a bit stale when you’ve been you’ve been talking to the same two men since the beginning of your tenor with Lockwood and Co. So when you got told that a new assistant would be living with you, you were rather skeptical but once you got to know Lucy, you knew then and there that you’d be by her side through the thickest and thinnest of times.

“Of course you can,” Lockwood said with a gentle smile, “me and George will bring up the air mattress, you just get what you need from your room and keep Lucy company.” You smiled while George groaned, tilting his head back so it was facing the ceiling, “do I have to?” He whines and you couldn’t help but smile sympathetically at the researcher. “Yes George, I can’t carry the damn thing up the flights of stairs by myself now can I?” Lockwood retorted as he made his way further down the flight of stairs, knowing that George would help despite his whining because he had much of a weak spot for you as did he. For after being pivotal presences within each other’s lives for so long you, George and Lockwood found yourselves relegated to a found family archetype; one where none of you wanted to think of the slight off chance of losing one another some day.

“That would be an much adventurous ability, wouldn’t it. We’d leave all the heavy lifting to you from then on while we sit leisurely on the settee drinking tea and eating biscuits.” George said as he trailed after Lockwood, leaving you to smile like an idiot, rushing down to your room and grabbing every blanket and pillow your arms could possibly carry before bringing them up to Lucy’s room where you found the girl sat on the edge of her bed; picking at her nails with her eyes downcast and blank. Your heart once again broke upon looking at her as the smile faded from your face when remembering why you came up here to begin with; making sure Lucy was safe. You must’ve let the thought of having an impromptu sleepover get to your head, so much so that you almost forgot the events that happened prior completely in an act of coping with your close encounters with death.

“Hey.” You said softly, dumping the pillows and blankets onto the air mattress that George and Lockwood brought up, deciding that you would deal with it later for Lucy’s comfort and well-being were your priority first and foremost, before sitting down next to her while also making sure to maintain some distance in the case that Lucy felt suffocated by close proximity. “Hey.” She replied weakly, “Lockwood and George came up here with an air mattress. What’s all that about?”

“I’m sleeping up here for the night.” You told her.

“You don’t have to do that.” Lucy told you, looking into your eyes now.

“I really don’t mind, I was the one to suggest it in the first place.”

“Why?”

“Because I worry for you.” You tell her, gingerly placing your hand over hers and squeezing. Lucy laughs humourlessly, “me? You worry about me? I’m the one who brought the damned source home and nearly had us all killed!” She exclaimed, not understanding how you could still treat her like you normally did after tonight. She felt as though you should at least resent her a little for putting you, George and Lockwood in danger and not be smiling at her and comforting her like you were now; You baffled Lucy so much but she guessed that was what made you endearing. “You wouldn’t do something like this without trying to prove something. Also for consideration you didn’t nearly get us killed. You did the right thing and warned us.” You reassured her with a pat to her hand before looking at the time just as an yawn ripped from your throat and the all too familiar feeling of fatigue weighed heavily on your eyelids and limbs.

“Gods, is that the time? We better get some shut eye if we wanna get to the bottom of Annabelle’s murder.” You went to get up but Lucy’s hand clutched onto yours, pulling you back down onto her bed. Worried, you looked over at her and saw her with her eyes down cast once more but her grip on your hand didn’t faulted, but instead grew tighter as though she was trying to prove to herself that you were still very much a physical and tangible being. “Luce, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? Are you ill? What’s-“

“stay.”

You blinked, “pardon?”

“Stay here with me?” She asked and you tilted your head, confused. “Isn’t that what I’m doing by sleeping up here?” You asked, not understanding where this conversation was going.

“I meant I want you to sleep here with me. In this bed.” Lucy explained and when she saw the unreadable look on your face, she immediately assumed that you weren’t comfortable in sharing a bed with her and was about to backtrack when you finally said “sure. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t,” you made a face at your words, “wait, that don’t make sense because if you did mind then you wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place- ignore that last bit. Let’s just get to bed, shall we?” You said, using the hand Lucy was griping onto like a life to usher her into bed.

The next morning came and Lockwood, taking note how you and Lucy were still yet to come down and have breakfast that was slowly getting cold, decided to see what was keeping you both. So as he got to Lucy’s room, Lockwood was more then pleasantly surprised when he caught sight of the air mattress that he and George almost broke their necks carrying up, laid there useless with a heap of pillows and blankets in top of it before his dark eyes glanced over to Lucy’s bed where he let out a little ‘oh.’

Laid there in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets was you laying on your back, mouth slightly agape, but you weren’t alone. Tucked tightly against your chest like a new born was Lucy, her arms softly clutched at your waist and her legs only entangled themselves more with yours when you involuntarily twitched. Her face, though slightly obscured by stands of her hair, was peaceful and serene as though she never experienced a nightmare. Your arms then tightened around her upper back and her her waist, burying you head into her hair, inhaling deeply as a soft smile graced your features as you eased yourself back into slumberland.

Lockwood smiled at the pair of you and decided to be generous and allow you both the lie in and softly closed the door behind him. “Still sleeping?” George asked, having followed Lockwood when he turned away from the stove to find him missing from the table. “Still sleeping.” Lockwood confirmed, looking back over at the door with a sense of ease filing his chest. “Aren’t you going to wake them?” George asked again but from the look on his friends face, he knew the answer. “Not just yet,” Lockwood replied, “give them an extra five minutes and if they’re not up by then, then we’ll wake them.” The pair, satisfied with their conversation, walked back down the stairs to allow you and Lucy your five extra minutes of rest.