#I ate too many mini pizzas

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#ouch owie #I ate too many mini pizzas

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For The Record

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.

Word count: 1,647

Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Just a filthy little thing that I’ve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Haven’t written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope y’all enjoy? ;P 💕❤️🥰♥️

Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that you’d washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summer’s fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.

You’d worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.

His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as he’s aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You can’t really fathom that it’s been happening, especially for how long. There’s been no talk of labels, what anything means, it’s just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You don’t know what you would’ve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.

And that’s what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. “Hey, honey,” he had said. “Really missed you today, you know that?”

You’d taken in his appearance of dark Levi’s and a black belt, his signature Nike’s, and a low dipped white v-neck that he’d thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.

You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew you’d appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. That’s when you’d retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. “For me? What did I do?”

“Just open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.”

He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. “No way, no how. Nope, not now.”

“Steve…” you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.

“Contraceptive? I don’t… Isn’t this birth control?” He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.

“Yeah.”

“So, it’s yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?”

“There’s a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before… Before I told you.”

“Told me, what?” He still looked puzzled, seeking out where you’d opened the package and taken a few tablets.

“That I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if that’s okay with you...?” You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.

It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five o’clock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, you’ll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. You’d clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him… every-fucking-where — the burn of it felt on the muscle’s tip.

“Isn’t that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?”

And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. “It is.” Is what you’d responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steve’s dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.

“And who is your boyfriend, honey?” He had to hear you say it. If it’s what he thought it was, or you’d simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?

You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. “I was hoping it would be you.”

He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. “Funny that you mention that, because I’ve been hoping for the exact same thing.”And he’d fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldn’t come off fast enough.

The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steve’s wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You could’ve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal — able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where he’s got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.

You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.

That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. “God, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.”

And he’s descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesn’t cease. “Who took your virginity, honey?” You both know it wasn’t him. But you are well aware what he’s getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. “That’s right,” he’s speaking again. “They don’t matter, but I do.”

You weren’t aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steve’s tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. “Please, Stevie, need you! Put it back in —“

“Say it, say you’re just a hole for me to fill. That you’re only mine, baby.”

“I… Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, I’m only yours!”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.

“Tell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because they’re for you. They belong to you!”

“Want them all over me, Steve. All the time. Can’t get enough of you.”

He’s holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. He’s speaking next, panting out, “Like that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. “Like. That?”

Your lip releases with a plop.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!”

“That’s a good girl, that’s my girl.” He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.

Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. It’s frantic whispers and begging cries. And when he’s close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. “For the record, you’ve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.”

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End Up Here Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: A few weeks into dating, Emily's friends finally get to meet Dean.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Last chapter is here! This does feel like a quick ending to me because as you might be able to tell by how much effort I put into including details about Emily's friends and place of work, I had initially planned on making this longer. I even have a separate Google Doc made for a character list (people and horses) and details about them. But I kind of lost interest in writing anymore and was happy with this as an ending point. I hope everyone else agrees!

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Six weeks went by during which Dean and I saw each other every weekend. We’d gone out to eat, seen a movie and attended a concert which we agreed was one of the worst concerts we’d been to, but it was still fun just being with him. Last week the fair had been in town so we spent our time together enjoying the food and rides and watching the rodeo. It was a lot of fun, but we both wanted to do something a little more lowkey the next weekend. 

We planned to spend the day together. He came over to my house at 10 am. He spent a little bit of time trying to get to know Ziggy – she was a bit nervous around him the way she was with every new person she met, but she didn’t outright hate him the way she sometimes did, so I was counting it as a win – and I appreciated his effort. He seemed to genuinely want to gain her trust. Whether for my benefit or his own, I wasn’t sure, but I was happy about it nonetheless. We took her for a walk right away, trying to get out before it was too hot outside. It gave us a chance to catch each other up on the events of the week and gave Dean a chance to see a little bit more of the town he was currently calling home.

We spent the rest of the morning playing card games and ordered Chinese food for lunch. After we ate, we sat together on the couch for a mini movie marathon. We’d both come up with a list of five favorites. We would choose from the list at random and get through however many movies we felt like watching. Leaning into Dean’s side, his arm around me and Ziggy curled up in my lap, I was happier than I could remember being in a long time. When supper time rolled around I threw a couple of frozen pizzas in the oven. 

Our last movie of the night finished just after midnight. We said goodbye and Dean kissed me in a way that left me a little weak in the knees. He kissed me for the first time after our second date and at least once every time we were together since then, but I was still nowhere near being used to the way it made me feel. It wasn’t because he was such a great kisser – which he was – it was just him. Being with him just felt right. I couldn’t be anything but happy when he was around. Sometimes just looking at him made me a little breathless so I really didn’t stand a chance when we were touching. I wondered if and when that would stop being the case.

Now it was Monday morning and I was in the office. It was Labor Day so we weren’t having any classes. We all came in for a meeting which ended ten minutes ago and were now just hanging out. Those of us who had plans for the day didn’t have anything going on until the afternoon, so we were just enjoying the company. Currently Lauren was trying to find a horse she’d seen for sale the other night and insisted was “absolutely perfect. We have to get him.”

“We already have all the horses we need. We’re not looking for new ones,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she said, waving me off distractedly. “But you’ll change your mind when you see him. Everybody has room for one more horse when it’s a horse like this.”

I knew that wasn’t the case. No matter how good of a horse it was, we simply didn’t have a need for it and as a nonprofit organization, we couldn’t afford to just throw money down on every good horse we came across. But I would humor her. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and she knew as well as I did that we wouldn’t be buying him. She just got excited about showing off nice horses when she found them, something none of us could fault her for.

“Ah hah!” She said triumphantly. “Here it is.”

We all crowded around her to see this amazing horse. I quickly scanned the pictures and information and rolled my eyes a little. I could see why she liked him. He was a very nice looking horse. Good conformation, good size, and the short video posted showed him to also be a good mover who listened to light cues. But the biggest reason she liked him, I knew, was because of his color. Lauren was a sucker for a dapple gray. 

“Isn’t he perfect?” Lauren swooned. There were a few murmurs of agreement and admiration.

“Depends on what you mean by perfect,” I answered. “He’s certainly not a good fit for here.”

“What? What could possibly be wrong with him?” Lauren countered.

“What is wrong with him?” Morgan asked. Though we all knew this was just for fun and not a serious interest in the horse, Morgan was quite serious. She was very proud to be part of this program and very good at her job, but her job was an office job. She didn’t get involved in the horse side of things, but she was always interested in learning more.

“Not counting the price?” I asked pointedly. Everyone looked back to the screen and saw the $17,000 asking price. It wasn’t unreasonable for that kind of horse – he was bred to be a show horse and had pretty decent bloodlines after all – but it was out of our price range.

“But just look at him move.” Rose insisted, always enjoying being difficult. In a teasing way of course. “Plus, he’s gorgeous.”

“He’s way too young,” I countered. He was only three years old, and we didn’t take horses younger than six. It was safer to have horses with at least a few years of experience on them.

“But he’s gorgeous,” Rose and Lauren said at the same time. 

“He’s a stud,” I argued. This very important fact didn’t shut the conversation down the way it would have if this were a horse we were really considering. 

“What’s wrong with trying something new?” Lauren asked.

“Alright then Lauren, if you want him so bad then how about you buy him and donate him. And then figure out a way to rearrange all the horses so he’s not with any mares while you’re at it.”

“Done,” she said immediately. I just laughed. 

“Speaking of studs,” Natalie said with a teasing smile. “How’s yours Emily?” 

“Yes, how is Dean?” Jackie quickly jumped in, always eager to know about people’s personal lives. 

“How’s Jake?” I countered, naming Natalie’s boyfriend of almost a year.

“He’s great,” she grinned, humoring my attempt at deflection. “He treats me like a queen. Very polite and gentlemanly during the day and practically falls at my feet to worship me at night.” Or teasing me for not immediately sharing, apparently.

“Great. Thanks for that mental picture,” I scowled. I didn’t mean it though, and she knew that. We shared pretty much everything with each other and Natalie especially was not shy with the details. This was not new information.

“Anytime,” she winked. “See how easy it is to share? Your turn.”

“I feel like all we talk about anymore is me and Dean. What about Hannah? How’s it going with Riley?” I asked.

“We talk about everybody pretty equally actually,” Jackie countered. I guess she would know. “You just don’t like to be the center of attention so it feels that way to you.”

She wasn’t wrong. And in the spirit of not wanting to be the center of attention, I brought it back to Hannah again.

“So? Riley?” Despite our predictions that night in the bar, the two of them were still going strong. Apparently Hannah really liked the guy and we had very badly misread things.

“Please. We’re old news,” Hannah said dismissively. 

“Old news? You’ve only been going out for like a month longer than me and Dean,” I said.

“Oh, that’s right!” Hannah said excitedly. “You’re coming up on two months aren’t you?”

“And you’ve managed not to scare him away!” Rose enthused, calling back to the joke she made the day after we met. “Congratulations! You must really have him hooked.”

“That joke just doesn’t get old,” I told her, trying to sound annoyed. The small curl I could feel in the corner of my mouth probably gave me away though. “You know, I think it might actually be even funnier the second time.”

“Well it’s certainly funnier than the ridiculous memes Jackie thinks are hilarious,” Rose replied. 

“Hey!” Jackie squeaked out in mock outrage. “They are hilarious. It’s just that none of you have a sense of humor.”

“Well I can see you ladies are hard at work,” said a deep male voice behind us. I recognized it immediately. 

“Dean!” I gasped out in delight as I spun around to see him. He was standing in the doorway looking happy to have surprised me, if not a little awkward.

“Hi,” he smiled my favorite smile, the one that made his eyes light up, as he opened his arms for a hug as I made my way to him. As his arms closed around me a strange mix of a steady, mellow contentment and a wild, overwhelming excitement filled my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“I just wanted to surprise you,” he shrugged. “And I hear so much about this place, I wanted to see it too. Sorry to interrupt,” he apologized to everyone else in the room. I pulled away from the hug but leaned into his side when he left one arm curled around my waist. “I was trying to wait for a break in conversation, but there wasn’t one and it was starting to feel like eavesdropping more than anything, so I figured I should just say something.”

I knew without looking that everybody would be ecstatic at this turn of events. They had all been dying to meet Dean and while I’d promised to figure out the best way to introduce them all, I admittedly hadn’t been trying very hard. I was happy just to keep him to myself for a little while longer.

“Wait,” I said, feeling a small frown form on my face. “How long were you standing there?”

“I came in just in time to hear you talking about the gorgeous boy who was too young. I’ll admit, it was a relief to realize you were talking about a horse.”

I saw the teasing gleam in his eye and whacked him on the shoulder. The laugh he’d been holding back broke free and I huffed and rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from tugging up the corners of my mouth.

A throat cleared, letting me know that someone was done with waiting for introductions. I looked back at my friends and saw Jackie with a raised eyebrow. She must have been the impatient one then. 

“Oh. Um, guys, this is Dean,” I said unnecessarily. They all knew very well who he was. “Dean, this is Lauren, Jackie, Natalie, Rose, Hannah, and Morgan,” I told him, gesturing to each girl as I named her. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Jackie said, perfectly fitting the part of an overexcited mother meeting her daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. “We’ve heard so much about you!” She continued, oblivious to the betrayed look I shot her way at this comment.

“Only the good stuff I hope,” Dean answered good naturedly. 

“Why?” Rose asked. “Is there bad stuff?” She said it in a joking tone, but I knew she was partially serious. 

“Rose.” I said in warning. It had only been 20 seconds and I was already itching to get Dean out of here, away from the group of women I loved like family but who, much like a real family, had the power to be truly embarrassing and frustrating. Dean brushed it off easily, though.

“Nothing bad enough to complain about I hope.”

“But we can’t forget the two most important questions,” Morgan chimed in. “How does Ziggy like you and how do you feel about horses?”

I smiled, grateful to her for lightening the mood before the others could start throwing out tactless, prying questions. They didn’t mean to be so intense and were actually usually better in smaller groups, but when we were all together like this, they just got too excited and carried away.

“Mm, yes. Very important questions. Answer carefully,” Nat agreed playfully.

“Well I only just met Ziggy so she’s not too sure of me yet. I’ll win her over though,” he said confidently. “And I’ve spent very little time around horses, but I’m willing to learn.”

“Great answer,” Jackie said approvingly. 

“Ok,” I said before Rose could voice whatever question she was clearly about to ask. On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave immediately when they just wanted to get to know Dean better, but on the other, I didn’t want to subject him to an unending line of questioning. Although he really should have known better than to drop in unannounced if he didn’t want to be interrogated. “I’m going to go show Dean around. We’ll see you guys later.”

I could see that they wanted to protest, but they all said goodbye. I didn’t miss Rose’s mouthed wow! when Dean’s back was turned or Jackie’s encouraging thumbs up. I ignored them both.

“It was nice to meet you,” Dean said with a wave as I ushered him out the office door, through the kitchen, and then outside.

“Hold on a second,” Dean said, sounding amused at the way I was dragging him along with me. He planted his feet and gently pulled on the hand I had tangled with his. “What’s the hurry?”

Just trying to escape before they decide to ambush us out here, I thought. 

I let him pull me closer as I tried to come up with an answer that wouldn’t make my friends sound bad. Before I could come up with anything though, he put one hand on my waist and one in my hair as he leaned down for another one of his butterfly-inducing, knee-buckling kisses. It wasn’t a long kiss, but I was still a little breathless when he pulled away.

“What was that for?” I breathed out. He smiled, looking a little proud of himself. Probably because of my inability to control my reactions around him.

“Just saying hi,” he told me. “I didn’t get a chance before. I didn’t figure you would appreciate it if I kissed you inside in front of all your friends.”

I laughed.

“That was very sweet of you,” I told him. “But I’m afraid waiting until we were outside was pointless. I can almost guarantee they’re all watching out the window right now.”

We both turned to look at the big picture window facing the deck we were currently standing on. Sure enough, there was a flurry of motion as they all scurried away.

“It’s the thought that counts?” Dean said a little apologetically.

“It’s fine, Dean,” I assured him. “It’s not like they weren’t already well aware that we’re dating.”

I took him on a tour of the facility. I explained to him how we did things and he had lots of questions. He asked about the different kinds of tack, some of the things we had set up in the arena, and, as I took him around to show him the horses, he wanted to know everything I could tell him about each one. I was really happy to see his genuine interest.

I didn’t expect his response when I expressed my surprise at the detailed questions he was asking.

“You’re just so in your element here,” he explained. “Normally you’re pretty quiet and sometimes unsure. You seem happy to let anyone else take the lead. But here? You’re like a whole different person. It’s really cool to see.”

I flushed a little at the assessment and the bit of pride I could swear I saw in his eyes, but I also couldn’t disagree. I’d noticed that myself. I’d actually come out of my shell quite a bit thanks to this job, but outside of work I was still pretty reserved a lot of the time.

Once I’d shown him everything and finally exhausted his seemingly endless questions, we decided to head back to my place. Dean wanted some more time to work on winning Ziggy’s affections so we planned to scratch a few more movies off of our list. 

I told Dean to wait outside while I ran inside quickly to grab my things. Rose’s car was the only one still in the parking lot. I braced myself for the probability of her questioning but was ready to brush her off at least for the day. Dean waiting outside was a reasonable excuse for not hanging around.

She was sitting at one of the desks, absently scrolling through her phone, clearly waiting for me. 

“Look, Rose, I know you want to talk, and I promise we will, but I don’t have time right now. Dean’s waiting for me,” I told her, making a preemptive strike.

“That’s ok. I assumed you would be spending the day together.”

“Oh. Then… Why were you waiting for me?” I wondered.

“I just wanted to be the one to let you know that we all love him.”

“Really?” I asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, that’s great! But I got him out of here pretty quickly. You barely talked to him.”

“Yeah, about that. You’re going to have to let us actually talk to him one day, you know.”

“I know. And I really do want you guys to get to know him. It’s just-”

“It’s just that all of us all at once can be a little intense and you didn’t want to freak him out. I get it,” she said. “And we’d love the chance to talk to him, but we don’t need to get to know him to like him.”

“Because he’s so good looking?” I asked a little wryly. She smiled, but didn’t take the bait like I thought she would. 

“Because we were watching you two together out there – don’t give me that look. It’s spying, it’s rude, it’s wrong, I know. But we were curious, so sue us.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t contain my smile and gestured for her to continue.

“Anyway, we were watching you together and honestly, I’ve never seen you so happy. It’s obvious that you’re completely gone for the guy. You look at him like he’s the only one in the world who matters. And he was looking at you the same way. What more could we ask for, for you?”

“Thanks, Rose,” I said, feeling overwhelmingly happy. I gave her a hug.

“So on a scale from 1-10, how good of a kisser is he?” She asked. Of course she had to go and ruin the moment. I grabbed my purse and water bottle. 

She wasn’t a gossip like Jackie, but she still loved gathering up all of the nitty gritty details. Now that I thought about it, I was actually kind of surprised she’d waited this long to ask me this question.

“You’ll never know,” I told her, not wanting to get into it. Partly because Dean was right outside and it felt weird to touch that subject with him right there, and partly because Dean was right outside and I didn’t want him to have to wait too long.

“Obviously not. That’s why I’m asking you,” she insisted.

“Bye, Rose! Don’t forget to lock up!” I said over my shoulder. I heard her grumbling as the door closed, but knew she wasn’t mad. Just as she knew I would give in and give her the details eventually. 

“Ready?” Dean asked from where he was leaning against his car.

“Let’s go,” I agreed.

~~~~~

A little over an hour later, after stopping for lunch, we were just getting settled on the couch. I grabbed our list of movies, ready to choose a new one. 

“I have a question,” Dean said.

“Another one?” I asked, feigning exasperation. Dean’s answering smirk was knowing.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t love answering all those questions.”

He was right. I couldn’t deny it. I loved telling people about my work and I loved Dean’s interest.

“What’s your question?” I asked.

“It’s just something that’s been bothering me. A comment one of your friends made before you knew I was there.”

Uh oh. I wracked my brain, trying to remember exactly what we’d said. Did something offend him?

“She made a comment about how you haven’t scared me away yet.” He continued. “And then you said it wasn’t the first time she’s said that.”

“Oh,” I said, not really sure where he was going with this. “What about it?”

“Don’t you see a problem with that? I mean, why are your friends assuming you’d scare me? I know you said that before me it had been a while since you dated, but that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“It was just a joke,” I assured him. I loved that he was trying to look out for me, but I wondered why this upset him so much.

“But why?” He asked again.

“It was just… a way to lighten the mood I guess.”

He didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow and waited for me to explain. I sighed.

“Dean. Do you realize how attractive you are?” I asked him. “I mean, like… being realistic here, you’re kind of out of my league.”

His eyebrows wrinkled and his mouth pulled into a small frown.

“You think-”

“No, I don’t think. I know,” I cut him off. “And this isn’t me fishing for compliments or anything like that. It’s true. I know you’ve said before that you think I’m attractive, and I believe you and I’m glad, but the reality is, no matter what you think, you are out of my league. I mean, you could be a model.”

“What does this have to do with anything?” He asked, clearly not agreeing, but willing to let it go for now to hear my point.

“Well… remember how I told you I got ambushed at work the day after we met?”

“And they thought we went home together,” he said, confirming that he did remember.

“Exactly. When I told them that’s not what happened… Well they just didn’t want me to get my feelings hurt. They told me that you were probably the kind of guy that was just trying to use me. And when I let them know that definitely wasn’t the case, Rose just made a joke about how if you were so great, I needed to make sure I didn’t scare you away. She was just trying to lighten the mood. It really wasn’t an insult.”

He thought about it for a moment. 

“Ok, you’re right. I guess that’s not so bad. But just for the record…”

He kissed me again. It was much more intense than any other kiss he’d given me before. This was not a spontaneous, ‘just because I feel like it’ kiss. It wasn’t a hello or goodbye kiss. It wasn’t even an end of the night, leave ‘em wanting more kiss. This was a possessive kiss. A point proving kiss. I tried my best to keep up with the level of passion and enthusiasm he was throwing into it. When he finally broke away, I was very glad to be sitting down. I was sure I would have fallen over if I’d been on my feet.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he concluded. 

“Um. That’s… yeah. I’ll be sure to give Rose the good news,” I said a little stupidly. My brain was working in overdrive and apparently none of it was helping with speech.

He laughed. It was a sound of pure happiness. Giddy, almost. I realized that I was ridiculously, hopelessly in love with this man. And I remembered what Rose said. About how Dean looked at me the same way I looked at him. Could he possibly feel the same?

“I mean it. I’m here to stay. I hope that’s ok with you.”

My cheeks hurt from the grin that split my face.

“I think I might be ok with that.”

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#end up here #supernatural #fanfiction #au #non hunting au #dean winchester #original female character #original characters #dean winchester x ofc

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

I saw in a post that you wrote about the mothers of the 2p allies in a human au... Could you write something about their fathers?

(To anyone confused, they are talking about *this* post! And I know that some characters “parents” are other characters like 2p Canada and 2p France but we’re going to pretend that that isn’t the case here)

2p America:

• Pretty much ran away when he found out about the pregnancy, not the first time he’s done that to someone, and it likely wasn’t the last

• Never really stayed in one place for long, he moved from city to city practically every couple of months so he was always very hard to track down

• Very childish, very immature, and very stupid

• Would always say that he refuses to grow up or be mature because it’s too boring, didn’t really see anything he was doing as wrong

• Tried to contact Allen when he grew up, but Allen just ignores any attempts, it’s too late for any kind of relationship to form

2p England:

• His father is very awkward and asocial so not many people see him, never mind talk to him, people really only know about him because Oliver’s mother will gush about him whenever she gets the chance

• Pretty much only talks to Oliver and his wife, he’s happier that way

• Usually let Oliver sit on his shoulders while outside (typically shopping), mostly because he worried he’d somehow accidentally lose him if he was running around

• Any time he made food, he’d try to make it look cute so Oliver would eat it. E.g. cat faces on pancakes, apple slice crabs, bear toast, etc.

• Had no idea how to play with children but he tried his best, usually through arts and crafts which Oliver was obsessed with as a child (especially tiny glitter)

2p Canada:

• He passed when Matt was pretty young, around 3 or 4, but there were always a lot of pictures of him around the house and Matt’s mother would always talk about him

• He was the reason that Matt became so obsessed with animals, he used to help a lot of injured animals and Matt so desperately wanted to be like him

• Matt’s mother got sick quite easily after she had him so his father was the main one to take care of him for quite a while, this lead to him knowing quite a bit about different over-the-counter medicines

• Dropped out of college to care for his fiancée and son, though he was looking for an excuse to do it anyway

• Felt like he always needed to help so he almost never said no to someone requesting help with something, this meant he learned a lot of useless things that made him very useful for the most random of situations

2p France:

• He was also very busy, working as a photographer, he usually worked with his wife

• He would spend a little bit more time with Louis, but it was always very awkward because he had no idea how to interact with children, even his own

• Never learned to cook, almost everything he ate was frozen pizza, the only reason Louis ever ate anything healthy was because his nanny would cook

• Grew up pretty much alone and always said he turned out fine so he didn’t see anything wrong with doing it to Louis

• Obsessed with cars but would rather die than drive anywhere because he’s scared of it so never got his driver’s license, he usually just bikes

2p China:

• While Xiao’s mother dresses very elegantly and refined, his father dresses in almost nothing that isn’t a shirt and sweatpants because most a lot of clothes textures bother him to no end

• It’s clear that Xiao took after him the most, and he would always brag about having a mini him around the house

• Useless at cleaning but would always try because Xiao was that kid who would draw on walls and drag mud into the house

• Can usually seen following his wife around like some kind of lovesick puppy

• Was never allowed to shop by himself because he’d end up getting all the food he wanted, only to realise that children can’t survive on just that because it’s unhealthy, he had horrible memory issues as well so it was difficult

2p Russia:

• He was around, but he was so emotionally distant that it felt like he wasn’t a part of the family

• Really only stayed with Viktor’s mother because neither could afford to live by themselves, especially not with a child

• Worked as a writer, nothing he wrote really took off though, but his love of literature did rub off on Viktor who seemed to have a natural talent for writing, which he despised Viktor for

• A very argumentative person, and someone who would only focus on the bad. If someone did everything perfectly but messed up once, he would take that accident and rip into them for it any time he saw them

• If he’s not right, no one is right. He will never admit that he was wrong, he’d rather die than consider the possibility he wasn’t right

#2p #Hetalia #2p Hetalia #2ptalia #2p America #2p England #2p Canada #2p France #2p China #2p Russia #2p Headcanons #2p Hetalia Headcanons #2ptalia Headcanons

[mitchpell]

The Ghost of Christmas Past

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Relationships: Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Cooper Barton & Laura Barton & Lila Barton & Nathaniel Pietro Barton Characters: Clint Barton, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Laura Barton Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Pre-Episode: s01e01 Never Meet Your Heroes (Hawkeye), Christmas Vacation, Deaf Clint Barton, Hard of Hearing Clint Barton, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

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Chapter #7: LaGuardia Airport

“Nate,” Clint chided, as the four-year-old bounced excitedly in his seat, hopped up on sugar from way too many Lifesavers and rejuvenated from his three-hour nap, “just relax. We can’t go anywhere until all the people in front of us have cleared out, so it's going to be a minute.”

“—ey —ou-d go after,” Nate grumped, throwing himself back into his seat to punctuate each syllable, making his words even more difficult for Clint to understand over the tinnitus that had resurfaced during landing.

“Hey!” Clint scolded, his tone sharper than intended, fueled by the agitation and slight headache brought on by the constant whine. “Stop bouncing around. We’re gonna leave as soon as we can leave, but until then you need to sit quietly.”

Nate harrumphed, throwing himself back into his seat one more time, before crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.

“Dad,” Cooper called from where he was half-standing, half-leaning into the back of his chair. “When are we eat—- dinner?”

“I thought we all decided on ordering pizza at the hotel?” Clint replied, nudging Lila to stand so he could start retrieving their luggage now that some space in the aisle had opened up.

“How -ong is bat gonna be?”

“I don’t know,” Clint answered with a slight grunt as he handed Cooper his suitcase. “It’ll be about an hour until we get to the hotel, probably another until it’s delivered.”

“Two hour-!” Coop exclaimed.

“I warned you guys it was going to be a late dinner,” Clint reminded him, pulling the last of their bags down out of the overhead, “but you all insisted that that’s what you wanted.”

“I know,” Cooper whined, “but—I’- practica—y starting out.”

“You’re practically what?” Clint asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh pie god, Cooper,” Lila cut in, rolling her eyes incredulously. “You ju-t ate bike—an entire bag of Dorito- and a who-e box o- mini-donut-.”

“No?”

“No, prepare is no way you’re quit hungry.”

Clint snorted out a laugh. “Never underestimate the appetite of a teenage boy,” he told Lila, digging an apple out of his backpack. “They’re always hungry.

“Here,” he said, as he handed Cooper the piece of fruit. “This is all that’s left of the snacks, except for the Lifesavers, and you’re not loading up on anymore junk. It’s bad enough we’re getting pizza for dinner on top of the fast-food we had for lunch.”

“It’- not pretty is it?” Cooper asked, taking the apple and turning it over in his hand, scrutinizing it.

Clint blinked at the obvious mishearing, but before he could suss it out on his own or ask for clarification, Nate chimed in.

“I ju-t want -ore die trader-.”

Clint frowned, his frustration mounting as he continued to struggle. “More what?”

“Candy, Daddy,” Nate told him happily, prompting a strained wryly chuckle from Clint.

“The last thing you need is more candy,” he argued, reaching down to tickle Nate’s stomach, eliciting a giggle. “Come on,” he encouraged as the people in front of them finally started to exit the cabin. “Let’s get outta here.”

Cooper led the way down the narrow aisle, followed by Lila and then Nate. The latter making his Captain America figurine leap from seat to seat.

“Nate,” Clint called out once they were finally off the plane and onto the passenger boarding bridge, “hand.”

The four-year old’s face fell, his expression betraying the whine Clint couldn’t hear, as he took hold of his father’s hand without argument. “I need to go to –e back root.”

“Bathroom?” Clint clarified, as they continued down the bridge. “Ok. We’ll find one as soon as we meet up with our driver. Alright?”

“I can’t be-ie-e bartend— a car to pick u- up,” Lila crooned. “Are gray coating to be ho-di— a wine near our na-e on it bike in beautie-?”

Clint sighed, mind heavy as he started to feel the effects of listening fatigue. “Can we just–hold all the questions until we’re in the car? Please.”

“Cure,” Lila replied, offering a tight-lipped smile that only served to fuel the guilt that had already settled in his chest.

“Thanks,” he conceded, grateful for when they exited the bridge and he immediately caught sight of their driver. The man was tall and pale, average build with salt and pepper hair shaved down to stubble where it wasn’t balding. He was dressed in a black suit with a long jacket, holding a ‘Barton’ sign.

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#Hawkeye #clint barton #lila barton #cooper barton #nathaniel barton #MCU #mcu fic #hawkeye fic

[umichenginabroad]

Madrid Week 9/10: Viva Italia (part 2… part 1)

Hola a todxs!

Niko back here with week 9 of my study abroad experience. I’m a week late on this one... because last week was spring break (semana santa/holy week, the week leading up to easter)! I was a bit tied up with traveling (which I’ll get into in this blog), so I couldn’t find any time to write. The positive (or negative based on how much you like my writing 🥲) is that I’ll be posting two blogs this week about the trip to make it more digestible, since there is a lot to tell.

So, the week leading up to Spring break was filled with a little bit of scrambling to get all of my stuff done (a paper for Spanish and a presentation for my culture class, which I also think I’ll end up writing a blog about), but once Friday hit, I was free — ready to immerse myself in the true Italian experience 🤌. 

The amount of culture in Italy is pretty crazy — I don’t know many other European countries with as many iconic cities as Italy, except for maybe Spain. Beautiful and historically significant places are sprinkled throughout all 301,340 square kilometers, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve seen a lot of it. Italian fashion, history, wine, geography, and food are also iconic.

It’s also safe to say that I won’t be eating pasta or pizza again for a couple weeks now. I ate primarily carbs for every single meal, and I honestly don’t know how I didn’t end up feeling terribly weak or something like that halfway through due to the lack of protein and nutritious diversity. Quality ingredients I suppose?

Now, I’ll walk through each destination of my break in mini chapters and reflect a bit about each one.

24 hours in Lisbon

When planning out the trip, the cheapest flight that we could find routed us through Lisbon to get to Rome. Seems counter intuitive, I agree, but that’s how it worked out. For the first leg of this trip, I was traveling with one of my Madrid roommates and 3 of his friends that he knew from his hometown. 

We had just under 24 hours to get a feel for the city. My conclusion: Lisbon has a wonderful energy. The buildings are beautiful and the narrow streets have a playful way of winding through the city. There are hills in every direction, cute yellow trams bustling about, and the Atlantic ocean is never too far away. I'd already been to Lisbon with my family a few years ago, but it was really nice to experience it from a more grown up perspective.

We went on a free walking tour (pro tip — free walking tours aren’t actually free. Get cash beforehand for tips so you aren’t scrambling to find an ATM when the tour ends [spoken from experience]), listened to a busker perform beautiful Bossa nova (not Portuguese, I'm aware) at an overlook of the city, ate Pastel de Nata (fire af, highly recommend), and zoomed around a little bit on Lime scooters before getting back to the airport to catch our flight to Rome. Pictures tell the better story than I could!

When in Rome

The amount of time we said “When in Rome” or “Hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day” was probably too high to shamelessly write down in this blog, but I don’t regret saying a single one. I mean hey, when in Rome, right? 

If you plan on going to Rome, especially during easter, this is the best piece of advice I could give you: book things far, far in advance. I thought it would be cool to book museums and whatnot the weekend before.

Terrible idea. Everything was sold out, and I had to resort to booking expensive tours and second party resell tickets in order to see what I wanted to see. Hopefully, my bank account took the L so that no prospective Italy spring breakers have to. Book in advance from the official websites, and pay the little bit extra to skip the line!! It is worth it.

Rome has an incredible energy that is really enhanced by the history that flanks every inch of it. Anyways, what did I see that I didn't book in advance?

The Vatican Museums/St. Peter's Basilica: pretty insane how beautiful every inch of that building is. Unfortunately, because I was on a timed tour, I didn’t get to fully appreciate all of the art that was in the Museum, but I got a good long while in the Sistine Chapel, which is simply marvelous. The Creation of Adam is truly epic. Michelangelo is the goat. After this trip, I’m a big fan. Michelangelo also designed St. Peter’s Basilica, which I climbed to the top of. It’s also epicly huge and beautiful, and offers amazing views of the city.

The Colosseum: worth going inside — especially if you have a good imagination. Looking down at the arena floor, I imagined gladiators brutally fighting to the death with bloodthirsty Romans sneering and cheering them on from all sides. That happened right where I was standing. Even a peasant in the nosebleeds would have been close enough to the action and seen the killing in gruesome detail.

The Roman Forums: also a big imagination thing. Imagining standing in the center of Rome, massive white marble buildings towering above, cheering peasants on all sides, while the Roman emperor parades through the streets with golden chariots filled with riches pillaged from far away lands.

The Borghese Gallery: Probably my favorite thing in Rome. The pictures speak for themselves, some of the most impressive sculptures I’ve ever seen in my life (close tie with the David in Florence).

The Pantheon: It's crazy how old this thing was (like 2000 years), and how good of a condition it's still in. That's what happened when you transform a pagan temple into a church, I guess.

Rome itself: Rome is also filled with beautiful, free to access public Piazzas and monuments that are also worth visiting. There is a distinct vibe to each neighborhood, tons of delicious food, cool sunset spots, and good vibes both day and night.

My best recommendation for truly experiencing the epic history throughout the country? RICK STEVES! Rick Steves has audio guides for almost all the biggest tourist attractions in a ton of Italy (and the rest of Europe!) His guides are funny, help you visualize, are super informative, and most importantly, FREE! Using his guides really added to my experience, I listened to them every chance I got. Click here for his Italy guide.

On Tuesday, the friends that I came with left to see other parts of Italy I hadn't planned on visiting, while I took an extra day to explore Rome. I engaged in some Solo-traveling (my first true solo travel of the semester), and my confidence in spending time alone and building connections grew. I stayed in a hostel for two nights and ended up meeting a fellow solo traveler, who happened to be Argentinian. We formed a meaningful connection, and shared mate on Thursday morning — a custom I really missed from my time in Buenos Aires.

Fire-nze 🔥

For those of you who didn’t know (I didn’t before going to Italy) Florence is called Firenze in Italian. Not sure where that distinction came from. But I like it.

I stayed with a home friend of mine, Shea (she stayed with me in Madrid a few weeks ago) who is studying there for the semester. I spent four days in total in Florence, two of which I used to take short day trips to nearby cities.

Florence is the birthplace of the Renaissance. As a result, the museums there are pretty insane. The Uffizi has the most impressive collection of Renaissance paintings, probably in the world, with works from Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Raffael, and more. The Rick Steves tour is great for this one.

The Accademia is home to Michelangelo’s the David. More about how seeing it made me feel in the reflection section. But it’s epic.

Florence also has a pretty insanely huge church, the Duomo, and the story about how it was designed is also crazy. In conclusion, the Renaissance men are goated. They were literally good at everything, art, sculpting, engineering, architecture, you name it, they could do it. How I’m tryna be for real. 

Going ta’ Bologna (I tried to make it rhyme i'm sorry)

My day spent in Bologna was one of my favorites this trip. I took a day trip there alone from Florence, a quick 1 hour train ride. Bologna has an amazing vibe. It smells fantastic everywhere (food markets, soap shops, flowers, etc. Beautiful.). It felt really local. There were a good amount of tourists, but Italians far outnumbered them, which was a different story from Florence and Rome, both of which were pretty overwhelmed (especially true in Easter week). 

Bologna is also a University Town, so it was filled with young people and overall had a great energy. I spent the day just exploring, eating (I had the best lasagna of my life. Bologna is known for its food scene and it did not disappoint. Ever heard of spaghetti Bolognese? Yeah.), and did a mini pilgrimage to see a cool monastery on a big hill. Fantastic vibes overall, 100% would recommend seeing. 

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I would have included more pics, but I was limited by tumblr lol. I’ll discuss the rest of my trip and some big reflections I took away from it in the next post I’ll make soon! If you’re reading this after I’ve already posted all the blogs, you can find the next post here.

Ciao,

Niko Economos

Aerospace Engineering

Universidad Carlos III de Madrid

Madrid, Spain

[email protected] 

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEUC3M #NikoEconomos #IPEWinter24 #Spain

[sunmarketing]

90 Days Around the World Part 2

Special Edition of Dr. Travelbest Podcast: Part  2 

   Responses to Your Questions….. About the Around the Globe adventure that I recently took. 

  7. What did you learn about yourself?

  I learned that making decisions is probably the best skill to have when traveling solo. Unless I made a decision, I was not going anywhere. I also learned that I could do a lot more than I had expected of myself. 

Resiliency was one of my takeaways from this adventure.

  8. Often, when we are courageous, it builds up the muscles and makes you crave to do it repeatedly. Does that ring true for you?

  The courageous muscle has been working hard. I read Ryan Berman’s book, Courageous, and that also inspired me to make this journey.

  An example of this is that by the end of the trip, I was getting really good at navigating using the many tools on my smart phone. I was excited to use them, instead of dreading it.

  9. If you could go back and tell yourself something just before you boarded that first plane, what would it have been?

  Great question. Bring an ATM card for just in case! I had plenty of cash, so I thought. It would have been so helpful if I had brought the plastic. I did not use cash much at all after leaving Asia, but it would have been helpful, instead of currency exchanges.

  10. Did you have any doubts or fear during the journey?

  Yes, especially in India and Italy. In India, I was challenged in ways you would expect. In Italy, I was caught on a public bus without payment, because I downloaded the app, signed up for the service, but I could not activate my payment because of my lack of texting back in the US. I had to pay a steep fine, which I understood was the penalty for not having payment. Due to the language and other barriers, I was disappointed.

  11. Best food? Best place you stayed? Best weather?

  Food? I’m not a foodie, but I did enjoy the pizza in Florence. Thin crust with just the right ingredients. The butter and creams in Ireland and Scotland were really tasty, too.

Best stay? Cochin, India. The family sent their driver to pick me up at the airport. They had many servants, who were able to help me adjust to the different food tastes. They had separate meals without chilis for me.

Best Weather? Iceland. The rest of the trip was very hot, so the final stop was cool, but not cold. It was pleasant every day, even a bit rainy, which was refreshing.

  12. Worst food? Worst place you stayed? Worst weather?

  Worst food? Chennai, India. It was like a fire in my mouth, even when I asked for not spicy. The chili’s were too hot. I ate from a jar of peanut butter here for two days.

Worst place I stayed? Manila Hotel, which was really a hostel trying to upgrade. I should have paid more and booked outside of the city.  The “kitchen” was a broken tiny refrigerator and sink—nothing more than that, which was dishonest. A repairman walked into my room without knocking. I complained for days and got little response.

Worst weather? Cambodia, because it was just really humid and sticky all the time. 

  13. Can you tell me any words of inspiration for others thinking about pushing themselves into something courageous?

  If you have a goal, break it into pieces so you can take it one step at a time. 

  Reward yourself for mini-milestones. I had a few massages on my trip, not only for the physical therapy but also as a mental reward for staying the course. They were really cheap in Asia, but not so much after that.

  Thank you for listening to this. Please follow and share comments. What questions did I not answer? I may do another special edition if you ask for it.

  Check out this Dr Travelbest episode!

#travel #women #dr travelbest #best travel

[laurensjapanadventure]

May 28- Asakusa

It's crazy to believe that this was one of the best days of my life and it is only the first day in Japan. This morning I woke up (an hour too early on accident) and ate a Japanese-style breakfast. The food was really good, especially the miso soup. I was surprised how much I liked it considering I'm a very picky eater. We had a brief orientation and received our Suica cards for the train. We visited Asakusa and it was so beautiful. There were so many shops/vendor stands nearby. I purchased strawberry and chocolate mochi at one. The strawberries here are so fresh. I purchased a fortune (like I had seen on YouTube) and mine was labeled "medium" but it was pretty negative. It told me I wouldn't get a job, won't find what I'm looking for, won't find love and that I shouldn't travel. If that's "medium" I don't even want to know what bad would be. I bought two talismans (one for academic success and the other for my wishes to come true) to combat my negative fortune. I washed my hands with the fountain, gave 10 yen as an offering, and prayed to the temple. After this, Bianca, Emily, Brian and I went to get lunch. We went to the Farm Cafe, a vegan restaurant I had seen online. It was really small so we had to wait a long time to be seated. Once we did eat, it was really good. On the way there I got the best black tea strawberry smoothie.

We met up with the rest of the group after to head to the Edo museum. The Edo museum was really cool with loads of photo opportunities. They also had a cute cat mascot that had posters leading us all across the subway. Emily and I didn't realize that the cat was the mascot for the Edo museum and joked about how we were seeing it everywhere. Once I got there, I had to purchase a little keychain of the cat to commemorate it. The museum was really informative but brief. I really enjoyed the recreation of the Edo houses and got some great photos.

After the Edo Museum, Ana, Emily and I headed to the Tokyo Skytree. We were left behind by the group we wanted to go with, but it actually worked out perfectly because we found things we wouldn't have found otherwise. Once there, we realized it was like a huge shopping center. Ana and I spent all day shopping and visiting all the stores. I was so ecstatic to see the Studio Ghibli store and put loads of exclusive merchandise. After checking out, I was amazed how cheap everything was (especially considering what I had been paying online for similar merchandise). We ordered takeout at the Kirby cafe (I got pizza) and continued to shop. I bought a kuromi mofusand plush at the Sanrio store for way cheaper than I saw it online (it was also the last one). I went to the Shonen Jump store, it was nice to look at but none of the merchandise was super appealing. I got some small blind bag prints (I got Megumi, Gojo and Nobara so I was very happy). It was really cool to be in these spaces with other people who loved anime. I ran into the Ultraman store and bought my dad a few gifts and trinkets. I also finally got to use a gacha machine like I had seen online in order to get him a mini figure. I got another strawberry treat to finish the day with ice cream and a tart for later. Ana and I tried to head home but got lost on the train and ended up in Aoto but we found our way back. It was stressful but I was grateful to get home after an amazing day.

#japan #japan travel #travel #anime and manga

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

257 of 2023

Was the last person you hung out with single?

No, he’s married.

Have you ever attended a private school?

Not really, unless my 2nd uni counts.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

Yes, with Jay. It was emotionally abusive, though.

Do you like drinking diet sodas?

How can something as unhealthy as soda be even considered “diet”? It’s a fucking oxymoron.

Can you make mashed potatoes from scratch?

Everyone can. It’s no big deal.

Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself?

Yeah, but my husband doesn’t want to eat it because “too many veggies” in his opinion lol.

If your phone has a hole for phone charms, is it on the left or right side?

It doesn’t.

Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area?

The suburbs. Close to the city and close to the nature.

Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous?

Yeah, my dad and my past self.

Did you use a pencil today?

No, I used coloured pens.

Are you adopted?

No, I’m not.

Have you ever had your car break down on you?

Yeah we had the gear taking a shit while we stopped on the red light. We had to put the safety triangle and lights and wait for the car repair company to come pick us and the car up, in the middle of the motorway.

Who was the last person that cried in your presence?

I don’t remember, probably Caroline. But it was good two years ago.

Does your last name end in a vowel or consonant?

Vowel. Same with my first name, though.

When was the last time you ate at your favorite restaurant?

I have no sense of time, please leave me alone.

What was the last thing someone gave you?

A new planner. Undated this time.

Can you write your name in a foreign language?

Yeah, I know the English and Polish version (George/Jerzy), probably also Czech (Jiří). And Catalan (Jordi). And German (Jurgen) :P and I know another Dutch version (Joris), tha’s how I was almos named.

Who is the person you often go to for venting?

My husband lol. Also my dad.

Do you keep an actual journal or diary?

Yes, but it’s more like calendar planner.

Have you ever been prescribed Vicodin?

I’m pretty sure it has a different brand name here. No, I haven’t.

Have you ever cheated on someone without them finding out about it?

No, I don’t cheat. Why would I engage in sex with another person than my husband if I’m not interested in sex at all?

Was the last person you kissed male or female?

Male, as usual.

Who were you with the last time you went swimming?

I can’t swim.

Does your dining table currently have place mats on it?

No, it doesn’t.

What was the last thing you cooked in an oven?

Baked some mini pizzas.

Do you say “I love you” even when you don’t mean it?

No, if I say it, I definitely mean it.

Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex?

Yeah, very hard, especially for gay people. What the hell is that question even. Oh yeah, assumption that I’m straight. Thanks.

Do you prefer wheat or white bread?

I love all kinds of bread.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[survey--s]

411.

What is your favourite dog breed? Beagles. I love spaniels too but they’re a bit too hyper and energetic for me, lol.

What colour nail polish do you wear the most? Purple or red, but only on my toes.

Do you use lip balm regularly? Several times a day in winter, but I don’t bother the rest of the year.

Do you drink soda? Yeah, Pepsi Max - or sometimes Tango.

Do you drive? I do indeed, I’ve had my license for about four years now.

If so what kind of car do you drive? A metallic grey Hyundai i10.

Look to your left, what do you see? A cat on the floor staring at me as he wants his lunch but he’s not getting it this early lol.

How many people have you dated? I don’t really keep track of things like that.

Do you use hand sanitizer frequently? I never use it. I actually think it causes more problems than it solves - dry and cracked skin, for starters, but also, germs are healthy and it’s not a great idea to try and totally sanitise everything in your life.

How many hair products do you use? Just shampoo and conditioner.

Are you happy with your appearance? Yeah, I mean, if I could change things overnight, I would, but in reality I’m far too lazy for any of that nonsense.

What is the last book you read? I honestly don’t remember. I’m not much of a reader these days..

What website do you visit most often? Tumblr, Facebook, Mumsnet, Google, Reddit.

Have you ever broken a bone? Nope.

Are you artistic? No.

Have you ever been to a concert? Yeah, I went to quite a few when I was a teenager.

Have you ever performed in a play? Yeah, school plays every year when I was younger.

Do you like to dance? No.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I would give myself perfect vision as wearing glasses is expensive and a real pain in the arse when it rains.

What search engine do you use? Google.

Do you have a facebook account? Yeah.

What is your favourite food? Steak, pizza and fries.

Can you use chopsticks? Yeah, but I don’t bother.

Do you use a flat iron? I still own one but I never really use it anymore.

Do you have a cell phone? Yeah, an iPhone 13 mini.

What colour underwear are you wearing? Black. All my underwear is black.

What colour are most of your clothes? Black, grey, purple, green and pink.

Do you collect anything? Wax melts, cosy jumpers, books. What colour are your eyes? Dark brown.

Do you have any tattoos? Just one.

Do you play video games? Not really - I play a few mobile games but that’s about it.

Do you speak any other languages? Yeah, French and a little bit of German and Italian.

Do you wear makeup? Very occasionally.

How many times have you moved? 6-7 times, including moving around as a student as I had to change accommodation every year.

What was the last food you ate? Crumpets. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Do you liked grilled cheese? I love the idea of it but normally I find it really greasy and I never finish it. Do you eat breakfast? Yeah, I work a really physical job so I need to eat before work or I end up feeling sick and dizzy by mid-morning.

Do you have a cat? I have three cats.

What is your favourite childhood memory? Visiting my cousins in Australia and hand-feeding kangaroos. Going to France and playing on the trampolines by the beach and then eating crêpes.

What was your favourite movie as a kid? The Lion King.

Have you ever dated someone online? I’ve met a few people online that I ended up dating, yeah.

Do you like to take walks? Only with dogs. I don’t really like walking otherwise, though, I find it a bit boring.

Are you going to college right now?  No, I graduated 11 and a half years ago which makes me feel really old, hahah.

If so, what is your major? I studied Modern European Studies.

Do you like school? I liked primary school up until about Year 5? It just got worse from then on, hahah.

Do you keep a journal? If so how often do you write in it? This is it, lol. Sometimes I do 5-6 surveys a day, sometimes I go for days without even logging on, it just depends how busy I am.

Have you ever traveled outside of your country? Yeah, I travelled a lot when I was younger and my parents were paying for it.

Do you chew gum? No.

Do you live in a big city? No, I live in a tiny little coastal town.

How often do you go out to eat? Once a month on average, maybe. Less nowadays as prices have shot up recently and it’s just not worth it.

What is the last movie you saw in theatres? Cats, which was way before COVID was even a thing, lol.

Have you ever dyed your hair? Yeah, I used to do it all the time. Do you drink tea? Yeah, most days I have a cup of two.

Do you subscribe to channels on youtube? Yeah, just so I can watch TV shows on there though.

Do you have a tumblr? No, this is all a figment of your imagination.

Do you watch anime? No.

Can you cook? Yeah, but I don’t enjoy it so I pretty much never bother.

How old were you when you first started dating? Fourteen.

Are/Were your parents strict? My dad was, but my mum was never very strict and often overruled him, lol.

Is your room messy? My side is spotless, Mike’s side...well, the less said about that the better, lol.

Do you have Netflix? Yeah - well, Mike does and I just use that.

Do you have any regrets? Nope. How are your grades? I always got decent enough grades, I just didn’t enjoy school so I never really put in a huge amount of effort.

Do you get nervous easily? Not really.

What do you look for in a BF/GF? A good sense of humour, a love of animals, decent work ethic, good morals.

Have you ever written a song or poem? Just when we had to do it for school.

Have you ever written a short story or novel? We used to have to write short stories for school.

Are/Were you in a school club? Yeah, I did loads in primary school - dance, gymnastics, trampolining, chess and various baking/sewing ones too. Do you play an instrument? Not anymore, but I used to play guitar, piano and cornet.

Where do you want to be in 5 years? Honestly, I don’t think about the future all that much.

What do you never leave the house without? Phone, keys.

What food(s) do you refuse to eat? Tripe.

Favourite candy? Reeses Pieces.

Do you have a good relationship with your mom? Yeah, we’re really close and speak most days.

Do you have a good relationship with your dad? No. It’s not a bad relationship as such, we just don’t have anything in common and pretty much never speak to each other.

What did you have for dinner last night? I just had random snacks.

Do you wear glasses? I do.

Do you have any siblings? No.

Do you watch reality tv shows? If so which ones? Yeah, I like Below Deck and cooking competitions like Bake Off.

What do you miss most about your childhood? Not having to worry about money or bills.

How many pets do you have? Four - one dog and three cats.

What colour are the walls in your room? A very pale purple.

Do you write "To-Do" lists?  Nope.

Do you procrastinate often? No.

What is your favourite book? Alice in Wonderland, Neverwhere.

Did you hate any of your teachers? No, I just found most of them incredibly patronising and annoying, lol. Have you ever been depressed? Yeah, I’ve been on and off anti-depressants since my teens.

How do you handle stress? I don’t really handle it very well. I seem to muddle through at the time and then completely break own afterwards. What are you looking forward to? Christmas holidays (five days to go!) plus my beach ride, and a day out for lunch and shopping with my mum in ten days or so.

#survey #surveys

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

night

#meows #so long story short bc my summer class didnt end until tomorrow i ended up not going on vacation with the rest of my family #which apparently i dodged many many many bullets there bc my f*ther was being a whiny asshole the entire time #there must be some thing idk about where theres insufficient workers in tons of places both where my family went AND HERE #(bc the closest sonic was drive thru only bc they had near no staff meanwhile the place we usually eat on wed/thurs #was closed all week bc no staff and similar to places where my family was) #and my youngest brother did nothing the entire time bc he only wants to play video games or watch basketball #and all they really did was go to the beach a billion times and like one or two museums and an aquarium and a swamp tour #and since i had class they ate dinner w/o me and it was pizza which i had for most of the week bc i hashtag feel overwhelmed cooking #in their kitchen lol! so my mom took me to a diff sonic that wasnt so backed up and on the way there she was like #so its just the two of us anything you wanna talk about or tell me that happened while we were away without you?? #only for her to talk THE ENTIRE TIME about how my f*ther was using primarily her for his outbursts #and saying 'oh well he only does that [to all of us but mostly her] bc he doesnt trust most people so he bottles it up and explodes on us' #like really casually to. anyways he loves the beach for some reason and like i said they spent most of their time there #and he STILL complained on the few times they werent there. or if they were in the hotel too much bc the places they went to #had basically nothing there. and then for whatever reason his dumb ass bought my youngest brother a mini basketball n hoop #and were shooting it around in the hotel???? and when my mom said that was inconsiderate to others #my f*ther snapped how 'well ig we just wont have fun then ever again!' like he is such a big ass baby omfg #so anyways the semi freedom was fun while it lasted ig :)))))))) #now im back to being isolated in my room not eating or drinking freely and pretending to always be doing something important #to justify not being at work every day all day #and assuming i get this new job i might be here more often which is NOT going to go well w my mental health #anyways ive sufficiently worked myself up now at 2:12 am so uh. goodnight?

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: you and harry dated in his early 20s but broke up after 6 months. You didn't tell him you were expecting his child out of fear. Now your son is 5 and Harry sees you with him.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆!

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You may seem like the perfect 27 year old. You Have a nice career as a lawyer, a nice car, you lived in a nice suburb, and you have many friends and family that love you just as much as you loved them. people thought you were on top of the world, living freely, but that was beyond the truth.

you had a little boy named Jack. He was your life – no your world. Even though he wasn't planned you were so grateful for him. And the reason why you had all these things in your life is because you wanted him to have a good life even if Harry wasn't involved.

He wasn't in jack's life by your choice. You knew it was stupid and you should've told him before Jack was born but you didn't have the guts to and still don't. You thought you could do it without him and Frankly you did. It was tough but as long as a smile was upon his sweet face you know you were doing the right thing.

--

You walked down the people filled sidewalk; it was around 2pm and you were done with work, on your way to pick up your baby Jack for preschool.

You walked onto the school property, entering the building. It was full of parents picking up their kids and teachers talking. You went straight to jack's classroom to pick him up.

As soon as you entered the room, Jack spotted you. He smiled widely and ran to you wrapping his arms around your neck seeing that you were already crouched down. "Mommy!" You laughed as you picked him. "Hi buddy, did you have a good day."

Jack looked at you, his sea green mixed with a hint of brown sparkled. He was way too identical to harry it was insane. Green eyes, curly hair, dimples, he even had his accent but it was just slightly. He was just a harry styles 2.0 and every day he grew he started to look more and more like his dad.

"Yeah! We draw, and we went to dance class. It was fun." He said giddily as he placed both of his tiny hands on your cheeks.

You chuckled, "that's nice. Okay let's go." You let him down so he could walk. The both of you walked out of the school, on your ways with your life. "We're going to go to the bakery." You said looking down at Jack briefly. He looked up at you. "Mama's going to get a muffin. What are you going to get bug?"

Jack looked up at you, "I going to get a muffin too." He stopped in front of the bakery's door waiting for you to open it. It was the bakery you both always went to due to the fact it was only a block from the school. You said 'okay' as you opened the door.

The sweet smell of baked goods filled your nose making your stomach growl; you didn't even notice you were hungry until now. You and Jack walked in and got in the short line of 3 people waiting in front of you, waiting for your turn to order.

–

Harry who was just finishing up his run decided to stop at the bakery for a snack. He stopped at the door taking out his earphones before he walked in.

It wasn't packed which was nice he thought to himself. He got right behind you in line.

at first he didn't even recognize you. He was to busy looking at the menu, but when Jack asked you a question and you responded his breath hitched in his throat. He remembered your voice like it was yesterday. Still as sweet as anything he has ever heard.

So many thoughts were running through his mind. Who was the kid you were holding onto? Were you babysitting? Or is he Yours?

Harry took a deep breath, distancing himself from his thoughts. He was going to say hi to you instead of freaking out.

It took some courage but he spoke up. "Hi." He tapped your shoulder causing you to turn around. When you saw harry your eyes widened. "Harry.... Hi." You were shocked, this couldn't be real, it was actually harry fucking styles.

"how.. how are you?" You asked. You weren't sure if you should hug him or shake his hand; you weren't expecting this.

"I'm great." Harry placed his hand on his hips looking down at Jack. "Uh who's this little guy, you're babysitting?"

In the inside you cringed at that but answered him, "uh no. He's my son." You looked down at Jack who was looking between you and Harry in confusion of who harry was.

You looked back up at Harry, his eyebrows were knitted as he tried to put everything together.

"uhh" harry looked back at you. "Uhh is he mine?" His voice was high pitched as he asked that. You hesitated, but nodded.

You can see a mixture of pain and disbelief on Harry's face. It kinda hurted seeing how he looked.

"Why didn't you tell?" Harry said looking at you then to Jack. He was starting to notice how jack looked like him. You shook your head to the side, struggling your shoulders, running your available finger over your forehead, "I.. I." As you started your sentence you felt a tug on your pants. You looked down at a pleading eye Jack. "yes Jack?" "I want muffin." He said. You nodded, peering back at Harry, "Look can we sit down and talk after I get him his muffin?"

"yeah, sure." Harry said as he swallowed. You muttered an okay, going to the counter while harry found a seat. You ordered a muffin for Jack and a coffee for yourself before going to sit with Harry who was in a Booth in the far back of the bakery. He was not trying to be seen and you understood that.

You placed Jack in the booth before you took your seat. You put on his favorite show on your phone so he can watch it while you and Harry chatted.

Harry didn't look at you, he couldn't. He went all these years without knowing he had a son; that hurt him more than anything.

"look, Harry I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared and I didn't know what to do."

"you didn't know what to do? Y/n you could've called, text, told gemma or my mom. You had so many opportunities, and so many ways to tell me and you didn't." Harry exhaled as he finished. Even though he was pissed his voice was soft. As much as he wanted to be mad at you, he couldn't.

You looked down at your hand on the table. "I don't know what else you want me to say other than sorry." Harry looked up at you, "I know you're sorry, and I forgive you. But it's just, will you let me be in his life now?" You looked up at him, "of course." You softly grinned at Harry before looking at Jack. He had muffin crumbs all over his face as he ate it. You Chuckle, "Jack, I want you to meet someone."

Jack looked at you. "Who?"

"well I want you to meet him." You pointed at Harry, " he's your daddy." Jack looked at you then at Harry. "Daddy?" Harry laughed, "yeah, I'm your daddy." Jack looked back at you for reassurance. You nodded, laughing yourself. Jack turned back to harry. "Hi." He said smiling, followed by a little giggle.

----

Jack and you spending the Whole day with Harry. Despite the rough start, the day went well. It didn't take Jack and Harry long to become best buddies. Harry was already telling Jack about gemma, his dad, and Anne, jack was more than ready to meet them.

The night ended with Harry leaving around 8. He made sure to tell Jack he'll be back the next day to play with him. That made Jack extremely excited and he went straight to bed after harry left.

That night as you got in bed you wondered if today was a dream. It felt like one. It wasn't though. You laid in bed staring in the darkness as you tried to comprehend it.

--

The next day you took Jack to school and you went to work. The whole day your brain was in a blur. You tried your best to focus but you couldn't. You didn't know if it's because harry was back in your life and your past feeling for him were starting to return or something else, but whatever it was was like a concrete wall in your brain

You got through your work day and went straight to pick up Jack. Of course when you picked him up he gave you a big hug and cute giggles and smiles. As you both made your way home, Jack couldn't help but ask his dad.

"is daddy coming over." You nodded, "yeah, he's coming over for dinner. Should we make some pizza?" Jack nods his head as he giggles, "yeah!"

You snickered, "well let's go put some pizza in the oven.

-

You and Jack spent the evening cleaning and getting food ready. Jack was extremely excited; he couldn't help going to the window every minute to see if harry had arrive or not. He was already so attached to Harry.

While you were in the kitchen you heard the sound of a car pull up. Not long after you heard a streak, it was Jack. "Mama, he's here!" He ran in the kitchen, he was smiling and bouncing up and down.

You smiled, "let's go open the door." Jack led the way from the kitchen to the foyer. He struggled to open the door but once he got it open there was no stopping the kid.

He ran to harry, wrapping his arms around his legs; it nearly knocked harry unbalance. Harry chuckled, running his hands over his mini me.

"hi buddy." Jack pulled away from Harry's leg. "Hi daddy." Every time harry heard that name it felt like a dream.

"can I come inside?" Harry asked Jack even though the answer was obvious yes. "Yeah." Jack took harrys hand letting him in.

As he passed you, harry winked. You chuckled as you closed the door.

-

After spending a couple of minutes with Harry it was dinner time. You three sat at your dinning room table and ate. While Jack and Harry talked, you stayed quiet. It didn't go unnoticed by Harry either.

As you were cleaning up after dinner Harry managed to slip away from Jack to see if you were okay.

"hey y/n are you ok?" You turned to him. "Yeah, I'm great." You smiled at harry as you turned back to the dishes. Harry pressed his lips into a thin line. "Okay, well I'm going to go back to playing with Jack. He's so energetic."

You laughed as harry walked off finding the little monster. They were having such a good time and that made you so happy.

--

Later that night after Jack was put to bed, harry decided to stay a little late for a chat with you. You both sat on the couch beside each other but with a little space between you both.

"how have you been?" Harry asked you. You sighed through your nose, "I've been great. Really stressed from work, but I'm perfect." Harry nodded just the slightest. "What you do for work?"

You looked at him. "I am a lawyer." As you said lawyer harry couldn't help but smile. He remembered you always talking about wanting to be a lawyer and to see that you finally fulfilled your dreams makes him happy. "That's amazing. I'm so happy for you puppet."

The nickname, god the nickname. He used to always call you that when you were dating. Hearing it made your body tingle.

"you're working so hard, I have no idea how you took care of jack by yourself." You strugged your shoulders kinda getting a little embarrassed from Harry's comment.

Harry smiled at you, "how about I take out to dinner with no Jack, so you can relax. How does that sound?"

You looked up at harry, eyebrows raised, "umm sure, yeah." Harry smiled softly, his cute little dimples showing. "Okay." He stood up. "Well I gotta going. Thank you for having me over puppet."

Your breath hitched in your throat from the name as you stood up. Harry pulled you into a tight hug. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hugs.

When he pulled away he placed a kiss on your cheek before making his way to the door. You followed. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, 7?"

"yep." Harry turned to you, "okay, see you then." With that he walked out of the house to his car.

You shut the door letting out a deep breath. He was doing something to you.

-

The next day, around 7pm you heard a knock on the door. You quickly Walked to the door opening it. On the other side stood Harry. He looked at you and his breath hitched.

You were dressed in a dainy dress with flowers on it.

(I couldn't choose which one so, here)

"hi."

Harry returned back to earth. "Hi." You chuckled. "It's not too much is it?" Harry was quick to shake his head, "no, you look beautiful." You thanked him before you ran back inside to get your bags. On the way you passed your babysitter and your very close friend. "How does he like your outfit?" She asked at a whisper.

"he likes it." She ohhed, "you might have him on your leash now. Good job." She playfully congratulated you causing you to laugh. "Well, we'll see what happens. I gotta go."

She waved goodbye and you walked to the door. Harry was still waiting their but he was talking to Jack. When he saw you, he smiled and stood up.

"hi you two." You said, slipping past Jack. Harry turned to you. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes." You responded.

"okay, well I'll see you later buddy. Gotta to take your Mama out." Jack nodded, "okay, bye." With that Jack Jack shut the door on you both. You scoffed turning to harry, "well that was rude."

Harry chuckled, "very. Now let's go. I have the perfect restaurant for us. He walked over to the passengers side opening the door for you. You grinned walking over to the car, "thank you." You got in and harry shut the door. "No problem."

---

You sat across from harry, your nose deep in the menu you were looking over. Harry had brought you to a nice Moroccan (I'm sick of saying italian) restaurant that selled some great dishes.

"do you know what you're going to get?" Harry asked as he sat his menu down. "Yeah, I'm going to get Kefta tagine." You said hoping it was correct. Harry nodded, "nice, I'm going to get Tangia."

You smiled at him, "I was going to get that but I opted out." You Chuckled lightly as you sat your menu down. "It's very good. I always get it when I come here." You raised your eyebrows, "okay."

The waitress soon came by and took your orders. When they were done Harry turned back to you. "So how have the past few years been for you? I know you had Jack but how has it been for you?" He reached over and took your hand in his. It was a simple gesture that calmed you.

"well it's been hard but I've been enjoying myself. Um I've tried going on vacations, it's always to another city but that's good enough for me. I try my best to have alone time with Jack and go to the spa and the bar, but that's about all I can do."

Harry nodded as he listened. "You're amazing and I want you to know that. And you don't have to keep beating yourself up over not telling me about Jack. I'm here now and it's been the greatest Few days of my life so don't worry about it, everything is going to be fine."

You smiled at Harry. You felt very relaxed around him, it was just the power he had.

-

You both soon after got your food and began eating. You made conversation with each other easily. Harry talking about tour and you talking about Jack. At the end of the night as you both walked to his car harry couldn't help but wrap his arms around you.

"I had a good time with you." He said looking at you. "I didn't as well. Thank you for inviting me."

You both walked to the passengers side. As you reached out to open the door harry did the same. Your hands touched and you both pulled back at the same time. "Sorry." Harry mumbled. You shook your head, "it's fine" you turned to him seeing him blushing with his hand on his face. You laughed taking his hand, "why are you so shy?" You asked.

Harry looked at you and playful frown on his face. "I'm not..... Maybe." You laughed, some how you felt like a 20 year old girl again. Harry laughed along with you. He took your other hand in his. You looked into his eyes, the ones you loved dearly. Before you could even think right you were kissing harry.

You shuttered, shivers running down your spine as you kissed his soft lips. You felt your body yearning for him like it never had before. Harry let go of your hand and cupped your cheek. It deepened the kiss for the both of you.

Harry felt your little hands tugging at his waist so you didn't lose your balance. Despite wanting to kiss him more you had to pull away for air.

Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. " I've missed your lips." Harry said. "I've missed yours too." You breathed out

Harry sighed, "let's start over. Let's not worry about the pass and just focus on the future."

You opened your shut eyes looking at him. "Okay." Harry mumbled out an okay before placing a light kiss on your lips and pulling away.

The man in that used to be yours was now yours again, and damn it felt nice.

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Okay, I'm finished, I'm proud too. feedback welcome.

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[starryseung]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

you are chan’s muse; there’s no denying in that

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates at the beach, where you would walk hand in hand across the shore

he would bring his ukulele and play random hymns, with you playing with your feet in the sand as his voice surrounds you

also the kind to ask your dad for permission whenever he wanted to take you out (promising to be back before curfew)

and always walks you back home, no matter how early or late it is

takes you out for long drives around the town side during weekends

his mustang is rusty but has an open roof so you stand up and let the fresh country wind hit your face

“i love you chan!”

and he just giggles at your actions

“stop y/n~ you’re embarrassing me,”

but lets you do it because there’s no one around

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

small doodles on the back of your hand and wrists (!!!)

has matching heart and butterfly brooches for your jean jackets

always has your hand in his no matter what. it gives him a sense of protection.

world’s certified ‘biggest and warmest hugs giver’: bang chan©!

hugs you when you’re upset, hugs you when you’re happy

also likes having you sit in his lap

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses with chan are always sweet

he wants you to feel safe and comfortable whenever he can, so he’ll kiss you randomly on your cheek / the back of your hand

sometimes decorate your hair with flowers and then kiss your forehead uwu

you two rarely make out but when you do — oof it’s intense

but still always cautious with each step and makes sure you both are okay with everything because mans ain’t here to hurt you

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐

he is a prince, and you’re his crown

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

daily evening walks at the park with his cats is a must

you two take turns sitting and pushing each other on the swing (even though it’s usually him pushing you because he loves hearing your laughs and squeals when he pushes you a little too high)

favourite habit: eating slushies every other day while you’re swinging on the swings at the park

on the walk back home you two’d compare your tongue colours, laughing at each other while making stupid faces

“your tongue looks like you ate a smurf!”

“shut up, your’s looks like you ate tweety,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

he doesn’t usually initiate the hand-holding, acting like he’s a man or whatever

but desperately wants you to do it because he loves it

not much of a touchy person, but likes having your head on his chest while you two are lying down on the grass at the evening, stargazing

also likes having you play with his hair

always keeps you close with a hand on your waist

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

sometimes you’d have to kiss him back to earth when he’s daydreaming, making him smile uncontrollably at your soft-ness

but pda is very low

smiley kisses you on the forehead when you’re super happy about something

evening make-out sessions include: you in his lap, him smirking into the kiss, kissing down your jaw while you’re tugging at his hair

but little to no hickeys (only you can give them to him because he’s still scared of your dad)

overall whipped af for you

𝒔𝒆𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

he writes songs about you; sings them to you when you’re down

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

changbin might not show it but he loves impressing you

like even if you tell him otherwise, he has this slight alert at the back of his head that you think he’s not enough

so he goes the extra mile to keep you happy (not that you’re complaining)

you two secretly have a piercing on the ear

okay but can we all agree on how changbin would show you off to all his friends? yes thank you.

occasional dates at home and he orders take out for you two (you deny him but he’s a rich boi so he’s gonna spoil you)

never stops with the dad jokes and laughs when you give him emotion-less reactions

“Why do eggs never tell each other jokes? Because they’d crack each other up!”

“Shut up Binnie, I’m gonna crack your head now,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

*cue the changbin signature schoolgirl laugh when you’re acting a little stupid*

always has his hand at the small of your back / on your shoulder

lets you call him stupid and cute nicknames, but calls you really few like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’

has a hand on your thigh a l w a y s (also the place where your tickle fights start)

hugs and pouts when you don’t do things his way

only he is allowed to make fun of you (then continues messing around when he thinks you’re a lil upset)

likes it when you play with his guns hands and fingers

sleeps with his head in your lap / on your chest

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay but changbin is so c a r e f u l while kissing you because he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfy in any way

pouty babie when you don’t kiss him / ignore him

now you’re always showering him with kisses, so he feels a lil empty when you’re not around

hands on your hips when you kiss

sometimes pushes your hair back when they come in the way, then proceeds to smile into the kiss

𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

“so many flowers in the world, and you’re still prettier than them all”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

always has your hand in his. like, a l w a y s.

takes you flower picking with him (!!!)

you’d run through the fields, and he’d take pictures of you in the knee-high grass and flowers in your hands

oh oh he’d take polaroid pictures of you everywhere but there’s really less ones you two together because he’s always taking yours only (there’s one of you and him with daisies and it’s in his wallet pocket uwu)

you two make flower crowns for each other with the flowers you picked, taking each others pictures afterwards

loves trying out new foods with you from different places

he tries to keep you happy / make you laugh so it goes something like,,

“okay that barbecue pizza was so good, we should definitely come around again jinnie,”

“y-yeah we should! it was awesome,” (proceeds to turn around and drink glugs of water to dissipate the disgusting taste from his pallette)

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

unlike chan, i don’t see hyunjin as someone who would drive long distances at night, so you two would sleep in at his house

cuddles!! all the time!!!

and you always wear his hoodies and shirts because they’re so warm and smell of him you’re practically drowning in them lol

loves having a leg and hand around you while you’re watching movies on his small crt tv

usually he cuddles you when you’re playing with kkami

because kkami is adorable and you are adorable so like,, double adorable

loves it when you have your hand in his hair, but also loves vice versa

hugs you while sleeping (small sleepy pout on his face as he sleeps with his head on your chest)

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

his soft lips are his charming point and so very kissable, so no one should would disagree when i say that his kisses are dripping in honey

normally he would kiss you first, but equally loves it when you initiate it

hands rubbing small circles on your thighs and stomach while you’re kissing

make-out sessions are soft and giggly, and you two usually just sleep dead tired after that

sometimes spices things up and bites your bottom lip, giggling as you’re shocked at his bold actions

making out with him can never go wrong (scientifically proven)

a/n; ckwjniefvbu i had so much fun writing this lmao thank you @mini-meanhoe​ for your brains and permission :D maknae line will come soon!!! <3

note; credits to @lq-bangchan @heekkiedits @bangchanzuwu @byul-bit-arae for the pictures!!

taglist; @hyukminie​​ @cherryeol04​​ @lomlminho​​ @bruh-changbin​​ @yooniversalstudios @ann0325441904​(message me if you want to be added!)

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[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 4

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, P in V sex, fingering, Oral ( F receiving) , multiple orgasms, over stimulation, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) checking of safe word, possessive language, aftercare, toys, squirting, pussy slap, nipple/clit pump, some mild fluff

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day four, jack gift Honey Bee a special gift. 

Thursday 12th of February

As promised, you were left with a very sore and tender pussy. 

You awoke in uncomfortable pleasure with Jack's face buried between your legs, devouring you as if he hadn’t had his fill of you less than eight hours earlier. 

Lazily, you tried to push him away with your hand, in a feeble attempt to fall back to sleep, however thanks to your lingering sensitivity and the skill of his tongue he managed to coax you to orgasm despite your meager attempt to recede back into sleep.

You whimpered, grogginess clear in your high whines, as Jack lapped you up, savoring your taste before beginning to kiss his way up your body, pushing up his t-shirt you still wore to kiss at more of your soft skin. He gravitated towards your lips finally, lazily melding his mouth to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, alongside that taste you couldn’t describe as anything other than Jack. You moaned together, as if relieved to be connected once again finally.

Strong, familiar arms wrapped around you and lifted your hips to his, he hissed into your kiss as your soaked core rubbed up against his erection through his sweatpants.

“Is your sore pussy up to taking Daddy this morning?” he asked when you finally separated your lips from one another. His voice was raspy with sleep and need.

“If I'm not too sensitive for you to eat me out before I’ve even woken up, then I’m sure I can take your cock Daddy,” you cooed, giggling at the way his eyes darkened and the  hungry look he gave you as he quickly hooked his sweats under his cock and balls.

“If you can still take me after last night, then clearly I didn't do a good enough job,” he teased before he pushed himself inside you with a satisfied groan.

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Even with Jack’s morning distraction he had the two of you out the door, before noon, dressed ready in warmer clothes than usual due to the reported snowfall.

He took you to Piazza Navona, it was beautiful, even with the overcast gray sky, thanks to the cold February air it was not as busy as you expected, giving you and Jack plenty of space to roam about the decadent square to observe the beauty of the architecture and fountains.

Snow covered the ground, which did not dampen your experience in the slightest. Jack promised to ‘make up for it’ in the future by taking you back in warmer months, but you silenced his worries with a kiss. 

“I am thrilled we are here, even if it's cold, I don't need blue skies and sunshine to appreciate any of this Jack.” 

He gave you a soft smile in return, feeling some of his worry lift.

“I still want to take you back here Sugar, one day.” 

“I would love that, I just don't want you thinking I'm somehow disappointed because you took me here in late winter. I love it Jack, thank you.” 

You shared a deep kiss in front of one of the fountains, as the only two people in the square. 

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You were equally as excited when Jack took you to your next location for the day, and found it was just as empty as Piazza Navona. Trevi fountain was covered in snow, the blanket was growing steadily thicker as snow began to fall, Jack was grateful he had the foresight of an umbrella that day, opening it up and pulling you to his side as you both made your way over to the famed fountain.

“This is amazing, that we get to experience such a place, just the two of us” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder, huddling closer to him against the cold.

“It seems surreal Darlin,” he hummed beside you, kissing the crown of your head. “It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

You giggled. “Hmmm, and is this what we would do? If we were? Travel around, seeing the sights?” 

“If it were just the two if us, I would want nothing more than just to explore the rest of the world with you, Honey Bee,” he smiled. 

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You flipped through photos you had taken that morning on your phone as you sat in the passenger seat, Jack beside you holding your free hand as the driver took you to wherever he had planned for your lunch. 

You giggled at one particular photo, Jack was pulling a face into the camera as he would often do when in a playful mood.

“Send me them when you get a chance Darlin,” he said warmly beside you, smiling at your smile. You gave him a nod before swiping through more. 

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Lunch, as it turned out, was very similar to yesterday's lunch, as Jack had surprised you with another workshop. However, this time you were taking a pizza class. 

Your stomach growled as you entered the warm Pizzeria, shrugging off the thick winter coats you wore and hanging them up. You were grateful for the change in temperature as you both cleaned off the snow clinging to the rest of your clothes before joining the small class. 

You decided to spend the time this lesson enjoying the experience more than teasing Jack, who seemed just as agreeable to the notion as you stood side by side at your station, listening to your instructor. 

You had a lot of fun, Jack kneaded the dough for you as you stood to the side, admiring his arms as he rolled up his sleeve and got to work. As the dough was stored away to rise, you cleaned your station together, sitting down to decide what toppings you each wanted. 

Your pizza base was an uneven circle, Jack rolling it out once they were all deemed acceptable. You giggled at the lopsidedness of it, taking a quick photo of Jack’s pout as you giggled over your lumpy pizza base. 

Together you made the sauce and spread it on your base, before you were finally allowed to decorate it with toppings. Before you could start, Jack made an equally uneven heart shape out of your shredded mozzarella, and with sauce bottle in hand,  he managed to write  a very messy “JD ❤️ HB” 

You ‘awwed’ at the gesture, quickly snapping a picture of Jack next to his creation, smiling proudly. 

“How very ‘cheesy’ of you,” you joked lamley, making Jack groan.

You finished putting the rest of your toppings on before you were finally allowed to deliver your pizza to the pizza oven. Jack was thrilled to get to use the large wooden pizza peel, and you made sure to take a video of Jack putting your pizza in the large oven to cook with help from the instructor. 

While your lunch cooked you cleaned everything up, leaving your station as spotless as you found it. When the food was ready you and Jack sat at the tables, alongside other couples, chatting away happily as you all ate together, his arm around you lazily. 

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You were surprised when Jack led you back to the hotel much earlier than you expected, having just finished lunch and bundling back up in your coats to brave the increasing snow.

You weren't complaining though, as you entered the lobby just as the snow had started to become a blizzard, more than happy to escape the cold for the rest of the day. 

You were taken back to your room, and perhaps a little disappointed as you entered the bedroom, finding no gifts laid out. 

Jack took notice, chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“Later Honey, we’re only stopping by to get rid of our winter gear,” he said warmly, shedding his coat once more and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. He encouraged you to do the same, so quickly you dressed into a large baggy sweater dress, warm leggings and soft ugg boots. He took your hand once you were ready, and just as quickly as you had arrived to your suite, you were swept away to some unknown part of the hotel. 

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You were delighted when you passed through two large glass doors to what you could only describe as a mini spa resort. 

The air was warm and misty, smelling vaguely of vanilla and pine, tiled floors made shoes click as they passed over it, the walls were gray, with a large mural walk behind the tall reception desk. The hotel's logo stood out on the mural of trees, and sitting underneath, behind the desk were two petite young women who greeted you with a smile. 

“Mr Daniels?” one of them asked in a strong italian accent. 

Jack smiled and nodded, pulling you with him as you were led down a short hallway to the side, and then into a changing room where robes and towels waited for you. 

You both undressed in your cubicles, putting on the towels and plush white robes provided for you. Jack took your hand back once the two of you were ready for whatever treatment you were about to get. 

As usual, Jack had spared no expense, and the two of you were treated to a full spa experience. Jack had even gone the extra mile to give you a full beauty treatment as an added bonus. 

You were able to relax in the Sauna together, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder as the heat sweat away your stresses. That was followed up by your beauty treatment. Mani and pedi, facial, exfoliation, face mask, eye mask, you experienced the full works, all while Jack cooled off in an Ice bath.

You enjoyed your pedicure along with a small sample of fruits and sandwich , followed up with a delicious slice of decadent cake, and a glass of champagne. 

And the entire spa experience was topped off with a couples massage. 

Jack reached across the small gap between your tables whenever he could to hold your hand in his. Any tension you had in your body melted away thanks to the expert hands of your masseuse and the scented oils coating your skin. 

Sighing, you closed your eyes, trying hard not to fall asleep due to your extremely relaxed state, waiting to enjoy the feeling as much as possible by not drifting off. 

You giggled, along with your masseuses when Jack's steady snore revibriated along the tiled walls, his hand relaxing in your grip as he drifted off, completely and utterly relaxed.

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By the time your massage had ended you were feeling more loose and relaxed than you had ever felt in your life, you rolled your shoulders with a content sigh, loving how loose your muscles felt. 

“Damn Darlin, I didn't even realize my back was hurting so much until the pain went away,” Jack sighed beside you, taking your hand as you made your way back to the changing room to shower off the oil still coated to your skin. 

“You enjoy your beauty treatment?” he asked, taking your hand in his once you were dressed, inspecting your manicure and affectionately stroking your fingers with his. 

“Yes,” you nodded smiling at him. “Thank you.” 

He smiled back and kissed your forehead. “Not that you need a beauty treatment Darlin, you’re already stunning,” he said, making you blush. 

Washed, dried, and dressed you made your way back to your suite together.

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As he had promised earlier, gifts were now laid out on the bed, you bounced over to them excitedly, making Jack chuckle at your eagerness. Three boxes, with no clothes set out that evening, which surprised and intrigued you. As expected, one of  the boxes contained a lingerie set, red and lacy, but unlike the other set the had bought for you so far, they were not intended to be practical, usable underwear as well, as the cups of the ‘bra’ were not there, the lace would perfectly frame your breasts, leaving them exposed for Jacks viewing pleasure. The ‘panties’ were matching, crotchless, this set was purely to wrap you up nice and pretty leaving everything open to Jack so he would not have to remove a single piece from you to get what he wants. 

He growled softly behind you, wrapping his arms around you to kiss at your neck. “Gonna look so good in that Darlin,” he said, voice deep with lust already at the thought of you wearing it. 

“Open the others” 

You placed the first box down back on the bed, reaching for the next closest box and lifting the lid. Instantly you felt yourself growing wet at the sight of its content. 

“I hope after last night you won't be too sore to play with these tonight,” Jack’s teasing voice tickled your neck as you stared down at the toys in the box. 

So far, in the short time you had been together you had experimented with toys only a handful of times, and so far, they had been simple bullets and vibes. Evidently tonight, Jack wanted to be a bit more, experimental. 

One simple, silver bullet vibe, a finger vibe, a silicone egg attached to a silicone string you could only guess vibrated, and the largest dildo you had ever seen in person. Your heart was beating fast in anticipation, and you were sure Jack could feel it with his lips latched to your pulse point. 

“Open the last one,” he rasped.

You almost dropped the box as you opened it, overwhelming anticipation making you shake as you stared down at a toy you had only ever dreamed about being used on you. 

Nipple and clit pumps, you were certain Jack was planning on a night just as intense as the last night, and you were more than looking forward to it. 

“Go, get changed, I’ll be waiting for you.” 

You were quick to change in the ensuite, touching up your hair in the mirror and re-applying Jacks favorite mascara. When you came back out to the bedroom, dressed in the exposing red number, Jack was laid out on the bed, even more exposed than you, completely nude as he lay back with a cocky grin, slowly pumping his hardening cock. 

You feigned feeling bashful, hiding half of your body behind the door frame and avoiding his eyes. He chuckled, becoming you over with his finger. 

“No need to feel shy Darlin, you look good enough to eat,” he hummed, still stroking his cock slowly with one hand while the other was open to you in invitation. You padded over the soft carpet, still pretending to feel shy. As soon as you were in reach he pulled you to the bed, pushing you onto your back and bending over you to give you a kiss. 

“I really could eat you up, you sexy little thing,” he teased, his fingers dancing across your skin to the lacy edges of your ‘bra’, the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare breasts as he played with the lace. 

“These,” he said, squeezing your breasts, weighing them in his palm. “A meal fit for a king,” he continued, growling before dipping his head further to mouth at your breasts. He lavished attention to them, making sure to toy with the one not currently in his mouth with his hand, squeezing, kneading the flesh in his large calloused hands, and tweaking your nipple while he licked and suckled on the other one. 

You moaned, already aroused just by looking at the toys he had selected for that night, but even further so now. You felt your arousal leak out of you, with no barrier to hold it thanks to the lack of material covering your centre. 

Jack switched, making sure each of your breasts felt the attention of his mouth, you looked down at him, and found him staring back at you with intense, dark eyes, watching your every reaction, every gasp and moan. 

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned agaisnt your skin, placing a few soft kisses to your peaked nipples before pulling away. His hand stroking the flesh of your thigh as he sat up, erection proudly twitching against his stomach. 

“Which of those toys caught your attention most, baby?” He asked, positioning you gently further back on the bed. 

“T-the pumps,” you answered truthfully, rubbing your coated thighs together in anticipation as Jack got up off the bed to collect the boxes. 

“Yeah? You want Daddy to torture your nipples and poor little clit?” he asked, setting the boxes beside you on the bed. 

You nodded up at him eagerly. 

“Daddy will do just that,” he promised, picking out the finger vibe from the box and sliding it over his index, switching it on so it buzzed lightly. “But I want to try them all out on you baby.” 

His finger started at your nipples, trailing slowly down your body until he reached your clit, circling it gently so the vibrations barely tickled you. You whined, lifting your hips , trying to gain more pressure to your clit, but Jack slapped your thich in warning. 

“You take what Daddy gives you,” he reminded you, torturing you further by rubbing his vibrating finger over your clit directly, so lightly you could only just feel the promise of the vibrations against your swollen bud. 

“Daddy please,” you whined, pouting when he chuckled at you, not taking pity on you. 

“Patience is a virtue sugar,” he teased, leaning over to rasp in your ear. “Daddy will will make you cum so hard so much it fucking hurts if you be good for me.”

You moaned, knowing full well Jack always kept his promises if you behaved for him. 

“Imagine that big one inside you,” he continued, knowing full well his words could turn you on just as much as his touches. “I wanna see your sweet little peach of a pussy stretch around that, your hungry little hole taking that massive cock, fuck, I bet it would hurt to cum around that thing, your cunt stretched so much and tightening around that, fuck I could cum just imagining that.” 

You moaned again, nodding your head and silently begging for just that, wanting to please him, wanting that painful pleasure. 

Your eyes were closed, imagining his little fantasy, how good it would feel when he surprised you by pushing the vibe right onto your clit, making you yelp. 

“We’re gonna start small, and make our way up,” he said, sitting back up to watch you writhe under the pleasure of the vibe. “It’s going to be another long night Baby girl.” 

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Jack had successfully made you cum with the finger vibe without ever sliding anything inside you, and had slowly worked you open with the small silver vibe, pumping it in and out of you slowly, bringing you back to the edge of pleasure before abandoning it to the side. You whined in frustration as he took his sweet time picking the next toy, much to your annoyance. There were two toys left in that box and you knew he was going to end with the larger one. He was simply trying to rile you up. 

Deciding you were being just a bit too bratty with your complaints, he gave your pussy a harsh slap.

“Patience Baby,” he warned with a growl. “That's your second warning!” 

You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself as he pretended to decide which toy to use. 

Eventually he picks up the silicone egg and returned to his previous position between your legs, laying on his stomach so he could watch up close. 

He turned the egg on, feeling it buzz in his palm before slowly pushing it inside you, cooing gently about how good your pussy looked, framed by your panties as it stretched around the widest part of the egg. Shoving it inside you as deep as it could reach he watched with fascination how slick leaked from you with each powerful buzz. 

“Remember, you can’t cum until Daddy says you can,” he laughed before licking up your arousal with a moan. You heard him whisper against your folds how you tasted so good. 

You were focusing hard on not cumming until he said so, but that was made far more difficult when he took a hold of the silicone ‘string’ attached to the toy, slowly pulling it down your channel and stretching your hole again. 

You keened, arching your back and trying so hard to wait for his permission. He repeated the action, pushing the vibrating egg deep inside you before slowly pulling it out, stopping when you stretched around the widest point. He watched entranced, growling hungrily every time your entrance stretched around it. 

He kissed your clit, circling his tongue around it, drinking up your moans. 

“Fuck baby, watching my sweet little cunt stretch like this, just makes me want to see what else I can fit in you,” he moaned, lapping up at your folds now. “Im gonna buy the biggest fucking toy I can find when we get home, we’re gonna find your limit one day.” 

His lips latched onto your core, eating you out vigorously, and still playing with the toy with his hand, he was struggling to grip it securely with how much you were leaking. 

He shoved the toy back inside, pushing up right against your g-spot as he began suckling your clit. 

You shrieked, trying not to wriggle too much as you begged, helplessly, for permission. 

“Daddy! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!” You wailed. Looking down at him, between your legs, eyes watching you intently again, you saw him nod. 

Permission. 

You thanked him with a cry as you arched further off of the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he drank down your release, tongue lapping at your hole beside the silicone still hanging out of you. You clenched down around the toy, shaking as your walls contracted  around the vibrations. 

“Daddy!” You whined, slowly rocking your hips into his face as you rode out your orgasm. As the waves of pleasure washed away, Jack ever so slowly pulled the toy out of you, kissing your clit in praise as he did so. You whimpered, sensitive as he kissed you there. 

He cooed again as you stretched around the toy, watching as he pulled it out at a snails pace, enraptured at the sight. 

“My pretty little pussy,” he praised, diving to lap up at you again once the toy popped out of you. You mewled, lazily trying to push him away, but he wouldn't be denied his sweet treat. 

Jack tossed the toy to the side and crawled up your body, lifting your thighs around his waist. Teasingly, he rocked his hips so his cock, now leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

“Daddy wants to be inside his pretty little pussy,” he rasped. “I know you’re sensitive baby, oohhh but daddy wants to make you a creamy mess before you take that big one, I need you slick with both our cum before I stretch you out with that thing.” 

He was rambling, but watched your expression carefully as he lined himself up with your hole, smearing his pre-cum around your folds, waiting for any kind of refusal before pushing his hips forward and filling you easily thanks to his attentions with the egg. 

“Fuck, there we go,” he groaned when the flesh of your ass met his thighs. Bottoming out inside of you. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his tip meet your innermost wall. “I aint ever been in a pussy this good Baby.”

Having neglected his cock for so long, choosing to pleasure you ahead of himself, Jack didn’t bother wasting time building up a slow and steady pace. He pounded into you hard and fast as he always did when chasing his own release and slaps echoing in the room. 

He crashed his lips on yours, noses bumping together as the taste of your cum flooded your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and messy, but Jack desperately seemed to need his mouth on yours as his hips rammed yours. You could tell by his desperation he would not last long, he rarely did when he had aroused himself so much by pleasuring you.

Once, twice, three times he bucked into you hard before warm cum flooded your insides, he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, groaning loudly. 

You didn’t complain about the fact that he had sought his own release as he lazily pulled out of you, pushing his seed back inside you with his thumb, knowing full well he intended to make you cum at least once more that night. 

“Baby,” he sighed, licking his thumb clean of your combined releases. “What's your color? You still good to try take that big one?”

“Green Daddy,” you sighed, settling into the pillows comfortably, preparing yourself for the challenge. 

“My perfect girl,” he said proudly, kissing your cheek and retrieving the toy. 

You knew there were larger toys out there, but this would be the largest you had ever taken personally, it was bigger than Jack, who was already an impressive size himself. He placed the toy beside you on the bed before opening the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube.

“I know you’re wet Darlin, you’re always wet for me, your horny little cunt’s always up for more, isn’t she? But we still need to prep you” he said, coating his fingers in lube and putting two in you straight away. The artificial lube, mixed with both of your cum made obscene noises as Jack pumped his fingers and stretched you open. 

“Daddy can get hard again on that noise alone Honey Bee,” he chuckled, laughing harder as your eyes widened as you glanced down at his spent, wet cock that was already twitching with interest.  

You bit your lip and wiggled slightly, stopping when his eyes cut back to your face in warning. 

“Are you going to take me again Daddy?” You asked as a third finger pushed inside you. 

“Ohhh, you can bet on it Baby,” he moaned, watching your hole stretching around his fingers. When he managed to fit a fourth, large finger inside you, he stretched you wide open so he could stare into your hole, groaning at the sight. 

“My perfect little cunt,” he whispered before spitting into your hole, giving you an obnoxiously cocky grin before pulling his fingers free and shoving them in your mouth to clean. 

Obediently you lapped them up, cleaning your combined cum and lube off of his fingers while his free hand opened the bottle again. Once he deemed his fingers acceptably clean he pulled them out of the hot cavern of your mouth and picked up the toy, coating it generously in lube. 

“You sweet little pussy’s gonna look so good taking this,” he growled, shoving your legs apart as wide as they could go and lining the tip of the toy up at your entrance. He was extremely careful, as he pushed it forward, watching your reaction carefully for any sign of discomfort. Even with the stretching and copious slick from the lube and cum it was a struggle to take, the stretch was burning and so far he had only pushed  the tip in. Jack paused, waiting patiently for your face to relax as he slowly pulled the toy out, then back in, pushing just a little bit deeper each time, pausing, waiting for you to adjust each time you grimaced. 

It took a lot of hard work, but with both your efforts the toy was eventually pushed as deep as it could go. You both moaned in unison once the toy could go no deeper. Jack laid down on his stomach, between your legs, staring longingly once again at the stretch of your pussy. 

“Baby,” he cooed in adoration, running this finger around the toy where your hole stretched around it, making you whimper. “Look at that, fuck, just imagine how much we could get to fit in you with practice. Your sweet, tiny little pussy’s stretched so wide, Can’t wait to make you cum on that, bet it’s gonna hurt, make you cry, sweet thing.” 

You were stretched so wide that the arousal you felt at his words could not escape, simply filling you up further, making you whine. 

“Wait here, hold your legs open,” he ordered getting up off the bed, you noticed he was hard again already, having worked himself up watching you stretch around the new toy. 

He picked up the last box.

Oh. 

You had forgotten about that.

Jack gently picked up the pumps before returning to you, gently attaching the suction cups to each nipple and your clit. He loved how your breasts look, framed by the ‘bra’, pump attached to your nipples. 

“Gonna make you cum so hard, it’ll hurt so good baby,” he rasped, voice deep and gravely with lust. 

He squeezed the pump gently in one hand, watching how you would react with fierce intensity and hunger. The first pump was just enough to feel a slight suction, a mild sensation, but he continued to pump away slowly, watching the way your nipples began pulling up into the clear cups. He groaned at the sight, and once your nipples and clit started to feel the tight suction you whined loudly in both pain and pleasure, unintentionally squeezing around the large toy inside you still. 

Without warning Jack repeatedly squeezed the pump hard and fast, startling you with the sudden, constant suction.

“Ahhhh! Daddy!” You yelped, struggling to keep still for him.

“You know your words,” he reminded you. “They’re there if you need them.” 

You shook your head no, wanting that painful orgasm he promised you and was intent on giving you. 

You were sobbing as he pumped away, clit and nipples red and raw as they were pulled up into the cups, there would be marks in the morning, no doubt about that. 

It was painful, but incredibly arousing at the same time, they had never been this sensitive before, this abused and your head was swimming in the delirium of it. 

Jack jerked himself off with his free hand above you, as you squirmed beneath him, the painful, burning stretch of the toy, and the constant and the arduous suction on your most sensitive parts were driving you insane. 

To torment you further, Jack placed the pump down but did not release the suction, instead, grabbing onto one of the cups on your nipples and tugging at it. You cried, the pain agonising but it just made you anticipate your orgasm all the more. 

Proud of the reaction he pulled from you, his hand moved to the suction cup on your clit, repeating the action. You shrieked, louder than you ever had before and Jack abandoned his cock to cover your mouth, as he repeatedly tugged at the cup, muffling your shrieks. 

“Normally I love your noises Baby but we don't need people coming to investigate that now do we?” he teased. “Now I'm going to let go and you’re going to cum for me. You understand?”

You nodded into his hand. 

“Good, you need to scream like that, do it into the pillow,” he said before pulling his hand from your mouth to grip the toy filling you up by the base and jackhammering it inside of you, still tugging at the pump on your clit. 

It was instantaneous, and as painful as he had promised. Your hole was stretched as wide as it could possibly go right now and gripping hard on the toy that was stuffed inside you. Jack growled, watching with rapt fascination as your poor abused hole rhythmically clenched around the artificial cock. 

You didn't shake as much as you thrashed, pulling the pillow to your face to scream your voice hoarse as tears escaped your eyes due to the pain you were drunk on. 

Wet squelching, screams and Jack’s praises and curses filled the room as you came and cum gushed from you. Your body was both trying to milk the toy and push it out of you at the same time, and you realized the toy was being forced from you because you were squirting around it. Jack seemed unaware given how big the toy was, but he was preparing to enter you the second he pulled the toy from you, the hand previously tugging at your clit pump was stroking his cock while the hand still on the toy quickly pulled it out of you, coating him in the cum still squirting from you. 

“Fuck Baby!” he shouted, surprised for just a moment before he growled and quickly shoved himself in your gaping pussy before you finished. Pounding into you at a brutal pace, unintentionally but happily massaging that spot making you squirt, drenching his front in even more cum before your body could take no more.

“Fuck I didn’t think this would be how I made you squirt the first time, but Im not complaining,” he groaned in your ear, ripping your pillow away from your face and pounding into you, holding your still thrashing body tightly to him, ignoring the pump still on you as his cock destroyed your hole. Over and over again.

His pace was brutal and you cried, from the intense pain and pleasure of your orgasm, from the suction still on your nipples and clit, from the overstimulation of him pounding into you before you had even finished, how tender and swollen your sex was that was continuing to be abused, and the words that dripped from his mouth. 

“My fucking pussy, this is mine,” he growled, his voice sounding feral and animalistic. “No ones ever going to please you the way I do, fill you the way I do, every inch of you is mine!” 

“Y-yours,” you eeped out, voice faint after screaming so loud. 

That was all he needed to push him over the edge, shouting his release as he pulled you up into him and he pushed in as deep as he could go, ignoring how the pump dug into both of you, hitting your cervix, making you cry out as he came.You felt it leak out of you, your abused hole unable to hold it in as he pulled out. Pausing a moment to free you of the pump, making you hiss in pain and relief before Jack collapsed on top of you with a groan, resting his head between your breasts and wrapping his arms around you. 

You weren't sure how long the two of you lay there, clinging to each other, hearts and breath slowing down and sweat cooling from your skin as you stroked his hair. 

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Eventually, once he was no longer panting, Jack sat up, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he took survey of the mess on yourselves and the bed. 

“You good baby?” he asked, the need for sleep clinging to his voice. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “That was…”

“Intense?” he supplied with a weak chuckle, getting up off of the bed. “Come on baby, let clean up and get you sorted.” 

You whined in complaint, rolling to your side, back to him. 

“I know you’re tired,” he cooed, gently picking you up and carrying you to the ensuite. “But you’ll regret waking up in a wet bed, covered in cum and sore as all hell.” 

“Fine” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, more than happy to let him do all the work, and you knew he was more than happy to do it. 

He took extra care with you that night, cleaning you up, removing the lingerie from your body, soothing your sore abused nipples with ointment, changing the bedsheets and praising you as you snuggled to him every chance you got. 

You were already asleep by the time he put you to bed and tucked you in beside him.

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Hey, Rebs. I take medication that fucks up my appetite something bad and I am often reminded by Screen Buddy Beel that I need to eat. Sometimes I only force something down cuz I feel like it would make him happy. Anyway, can we have headcanons for the boys with a GN!MC who has trouble feeding themselves? :(

Hi anon!!

I wanna say first that I absolutely feel you. I struggle with my depression and a handful of other illnesses daily. Sometimes it's hard to drag myself out of bed to eat, or shower, or anything. A lot of times I'll ask my friends to tell me to eat or I'll remember that Beel would want me to eat well, so I go get something, like anything. I ate six marshmallows for dinner the other day because it's all I could muster the energy for. Eating literally anything is better than eating nothing. You need calories to be the amazing you that you are! Keep doing your best to eat something! I believe in you and so does Beel! 

That said, here's the brothers trying to get MC to eat after noticing that they aren't eating on their own

Lucifer

He won't admit it, but having been less involved with the affairs of humans as both an archangel and a demon lord, he has to do some research to make sure he knows what humans need to be cared for

The goal is to keep them alive for the year, and that means more than just protecting them from lesser demons

Three square meals a day, unlimited access to water, they wouldn't lack for enrichment between school and his brothers' nonsense

(yes he's thinking of them like a pet he has to care for)

He isn't prepared for them not to eat on their own though.

Once he notices that they have difficulty feeding themself, he will remind them of it regularly, just as he reminds them to do their tasks

And makes their attendance at mealtimes mandatory

And makes sure they eat their lunch, or delegates it to one of the more trustworthy brothers

Boy's gonna rule and regulate and remind you into eating enough like the taskmaster he is

Mammon

Humans gotta eat right? Mammon's pretty sure MC has to eat lunch. At least. Right??

He's got an idea

One of the best parts of a photo shoot for Mammon (besides being the center of attention, of course) is the craft services table

The food at these things is good

And that's the excuse he's gonna use to try and ply MC to eat something when he drags them on one of his photo shoots

"This is some of the best Devildom food you're gonna get for free - Devilish doesn't skimp!"

Also it's a combo of giving MC something nice (good food) while also making money (modeling gig) so what's not to love?

If they try to politely decline he will insist anyway

He's their guardian demon and he's gonna take care of 'em dammit!!

Never gonna admit it tho

Do it in the spirit of the exchange program, yeah?

"Ain't it good? Told ya so!" as if that's why he's smiling

If his tactic works, he'll drag MC around to even more shoots and events.

He can't watch over them all the time much as he tries to so he makes sure that at least when they're together, MC eats something.

Leviathan

Game time is snack time, obviously. It's an important part of the ritual

(side note, I bet he has specific snacks he plays for specific games, but that's another post)

Levi presents his Henry with gamer snacks for two and a large pizza for them to share

He's honestly a little hurt when much 'sharing' doesn't get done

Does MC not like what he got? He could've sworn they ate something last time. Maybe.

Didn't they?

Oh no what if he got something they said they don't like and he forgot. Oh fuck he feels like such a bad friend.

But they aren't saying anything and that makes him feel worse

"If - if you don't like what I got you can just say it!!! I can take it!!"

MC explains that they just don't feel like eating, but he doesn't accept that so easily

"You have to! Henry and the Lord of Shadows shared every meal possible together on their long journey across the Almederian Wastes!" 

"Levi, I'm just not hungry. It isn't that deep."

"....it's that deep to me :<"

Please eat a slice of pizza so he knows you're still friends, MC

Satan

He's the one who's actually going to ask MC why they don't eat as often as he thinks humans ought.

He probably thinks that demon food is just too gross for them, which… might not be incorrect.

When they explain it to him, he will take their reasons and start searching for logical solutions.

Their medication takes away their appetite, is there something else they could try that would achieve the same medicinal effect but not affect appetite?

Or if they can't find the motivation or the will, who or what could motivate them? Do they need meals brought to them? 

Rather than forcing them to eat when they don't want to, he's going to try and find ways to make it so that they do want to eat and then let the eating part take care of itself

MC can expect books at their bedroom door and links in their inbox as Satan shares his research with them

Overall the most practical choice if MC wants a solution to their lack of appetite, if one is to be found

Asmodeus

Makes some assumptions when he sees that MC isn't really eating during lunch

"Darling, I understand that humans have odd beauty standards, but you have to know that restriction diets like that are so bad for you."

Eating enough is key to maintaining health and happiness!! 

In addition to having many rants about how having enough sleep is necessary, he also basically has pre-readied talks about self-confidence, hydration, eating enough, bathing/showering, and getting enough time outside

And he wants MC to be as healthy and happy as possible, whatever that means for them

Asmo is locked and loaded with an arsenal of compliments about MC's looks and figure and everything he loves about them, when they explain that that isn't actually the problem

It takes him a second to parse that their lack of appetite isn't because they had just eaten, that they literally just don't feel hungry, so they forget to eat

"Well… you need to eat anyway! Here!"

You cannot convince me that Asmo doesn't have a little mini-fridge for his wines and cupcakes that he likes the most to keep Beel away from them

He will present MC with a cupcake and a glass of wine while they hang out

"Yes, you have to have both, they pair so well and it would be a crime if you didn't. I would cry! You wouldn't want to make someone as pretty as me cry, would you?"

Beelzebub

Aww :( 

Sharing food time with people he loves is Beel's ultimate joy, so if he brings MC something and they don't want to chow down, it kinda hurts.

He will sulk and be confused

Also, he hasn't lacked an appetite in the longest time, so he can't relate - not until he does that body switch with Asmo, but even then, he's so hungry that he likely can't remember it

MC will probably explain it themself when they see Beel so upset.

"It isn't you - I really appreciate that you think of me enough to bring me something you like. I just don't always have an appetite."

Beel will ask a lot of questions

Are they sick? Are they hurt? Is he bringing them stuff they don't like? Is Devildom food too much for humans? 

He will increase the amount of snacks he has on his person, just in case MC ever does develop an appetite, that it could be quickly sated.

Will offer them tastes of what he's eating, since a meal is technically just a lot of little bites, right? 

And a lot of little bites of the amount of food Beel eats is a plentiful meal by human standards

Also, will pick MC up and take them to mealtime if necessary, he already does this to Belphie, so he'll just have one of them over each shoulder and plop them in their seats at the dinner table

Belphegor

His strategy is to keep MC hanging around him and Beel so that Beel's plan can go into effect

Probably has also struggled with eating enough, especially in his earlier demon days when he straight up couldn't pull himself out of bed

So whatever is causing MC's struggle with eating, he relates

Beel can and will bring MC and Belphie to food, as well as bringing food to MC and Belphie

Being friends or lovers with the twins is just a guarantee that MC will never purposefully go hungry

I'm sorry Belphie's is so short it really is just 'hey beel we have a food thing, help plz'

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Mother’s Day. If you had asked Dean just three years ago what he thought of Mother’s Day, he’d say it was a useless day. Children never asked to be born, so why give their mother a present? Especially with the track record of his own mother.

But now, three years later it was his favourite holiday (just behind his birthday and Valentine’s Day). He’d wake up late, well he was suppose to wake up late, but last year Cas had burnt the bacon bad enough to set the fire alarm off; and the year before they woke him up to ask where the pancake mixture was.

But he was suppose to lie in. This year however, Jack was just too excited to make Dean breakfast and landed on Dean instead of Cas to wake him up. Though he didn’t mind pretending to be asleep and getting extra cuddles.

So he lays there. Awake, but asleep. Listen to the ruckus happening in the kitchen. Eventually, the bedroom door opens with its usual creak (which Dean needs to fix), and in steps Jack with a loud, “SHH!”

Dean would say this was his favourite part of the day, lazy cuddles in bed, his husband and his son stealing food from his plate as he ate his breakfast.

Or maybe he would say that his favourite part of the day was when Jack asked him what he wanted to do. And seeing his eyes light up with joy when Dean said the zoo. Maybe the zoo wasn’t his favourite place to go. Too many people and too much noise. But it was Jack’s favourite place to go. To watch the penguins being fed, to talk to the snakes like they could talk back. To go to the petting area and feed the goats and the sheep. It may not be Dean’s favourite place to go but it was Jack’s and that was good enough for him.

That night, Jack excitedly asks Dean what he wants for dinner, and no one objects when Dean says pizza, (well maybe Cas rolls his eyes at the predictability). So they settle in for the night, Jack with his mini pizza and Cas and Dean sharing a pizza between them, cleaning grease from each other’s mouths. As the night draws on Jack falls asleep, against Dean’s chest, almost vertical as he pushes his head into Dean’s throat.

“How was you’re day?” Cas asks softly, turning the tv down low.

“Good. I miss having a lie in though.”

Cas blushes softly and wraps his arm around Dean’s shoulders. “Im sorry, we’ll be quiet next year.”

“No you won’t.”

Cas chuckles softly as he pulls Dean into his side and rests his head atop Dean’s. “No we won’t.”

Later that night as they settle into bed, Dean begging Cas just to let him have a lie in for once.

Cas murmurs, “what was you’re favourite part?”

“All the cuddles. And all the love.” Dean murmurs back.” As they both drift off to sleep.

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