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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 5 years ago

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Dipper Pines Is Bad At Romance

Adult Dipper x Reader

Warnings - None

Summary - Mable kicks Dipper out for the day and he meets a girl that seems too good to be true

soo i’ve been rewatching gravity falls and I remembered my childhood crush on Dipper so I decided fanfic time

"Dipper you've been staring at that book for hours!" Mable groans, "stop being so boring!" Dipper rolls his eyes as he moves the book up to cover his face. It's just like Mable to bother him about nothing. I mean he's working on a case he doesn't have time to not be focused. Sure they saved the town- no the world but that doesn't mean she's come to her senses about how they need to focus on these things."Mable I'm kinda busy," Dipper groans.

"You're not busy you're boring!" Mable exclaims.

"I'm not boring I'm trying to help Ford with this investigation," Dipper says at once, "I mean this is important!"

"You know what else is important?" She asks looking over her brother, "socializing, going outside every once in a while. When's the last time you talked to someone that wasn't related to you?"

Dipper thinks for a moment. He can't remember if he's being honest. He's just been working with Ford so he hasn't had time to worry about talking to other people.

"And you reek- have you showered either?" Mable asks him.

"I-"

"No no thats it as your twin I'm putting my foot down," Mable says fiercely, "you're going to go shower-and then I'm making you go into town and socialize!"

"I have a job to do," He says defensively.

"Dipper you're wasting your twenties away!" Mable exclaims, "come on all you've done the last three weeks is work on this. You're just burning yourself out so. You need a break. So I'm forcing you to take one."

"Ugh kid this room's disgusting," Stan groans, "I'm pretty sure it's a biohazard."

"I've almost got it-"

"No you don't," Ford says simply, "Mable you can look over his notes for now, Dipper you need to leave the house."

"But-but-"

"Dipper you are disgusting," Mable says harshly, "come on go into town and I don't know get a coffee or talk to someone. Get some new clothes so we can burn those."

"Hey!"

"Now shower and go!"

Dipper caved. Well is it really caving when you're bulled into it? So he showered and got his car keys from Mable and went in town. If for nothing than get everyone to shut up.

"Well what now," Dipper says as he walks along the sidewalk. His eyes scanning the building, "god why did they have to do this now? I was so close to a break through!"

"Man have I heard this one before," Dipper hears a unfamiliar voice say. He turns to see a girl around his age looking at him with a soft smirk. He's never seen her in town before. Must be new. "Team throw you out even though you were almost there?"

"Family actually," Dipper replies.

"Ouch thats even worse," She adds, "traitors the whole lot of em."

"Tell me about it," Dipper says chuckling lightly, "how do you think I feel."

"Positively filled with despair?" She teases lightly.

"Well I wouldn't go that far," He says with a chuckle, "I haven't seen you around before. You live here in Gravity Falls?"

"Ah I'm fairly new," She shares.

"Pretty random place to decide to move to," He says looking to the girl. She chuckles lightly.

"A friend from college grew up here and had a free room," She tells him, "I love small towns with weird people and thats pretty much the staple here." Dipper chuckles.

"You don't even know that half of it," Dipper says brightly, "I'm Dipper by the way."

"Dipper? Nice name," She says eyeing him closely.

"Nickname actually," He says as he rubs the back of his neck, "ya know one of those childhood nicknames that stick with you for the rest of your life."

"Oh man well at least you've got a cute one," She flirts, "the names Y/n."

"You're really pretty-No! Wait no you are pretty but uh uh- I mean that's a pretty name," Dipper stumbles. She chuckles.

"Thanks," She says giving him a soft smile, "so Dipper how about you and I get a cup of coffee?"

"Uh yeah," He stumbles, "that would be great."

"Come on," Y/n says leading them into the coffee shop. As they get into line his eyes keep on her closely. He's never met anyone so confident like this- well maybe Mable. But she's so much more calm and cool. They get their drinks then take a seat together at one of the tables by the windows. "So Dipper- aren't you Mable's twin?"

"You know my sister?" He asks.

"Oh yeah she's like always at the record store I work at," Y/n says, "she made me a sweater. Honestly I adore her."

"Everyone does," Dipper says softly.

"I'm sure that you hear it all the time," She says to him, "ya know she talks about you a lot. She's been trying to get me to come down the shack to meet you for like three weeks now."

"Whoa really?"

"Yeah she says we'd be good friends," She explains, "something about how we both are nerdy and like the paranormal."

"Paranormal eh?"

"Yeah I'm a paranormal investigator on the side. It's kinda the perfect place for that job," She smiles, "I know you guys aren't supposed to talk about it. But when Pacifica told me all about it-"

"Pacifica? That's your friend!"

"Yeah we were room mates in college," Y/n shares, "she's great for the most part. She told me all about you when you were like what 12? How you used to solve mysterious and helped saved the world."

"Really she talked about me?"

"Pacifica? Oh she talked all the time about the Twins who made her than a spoiled brat-"

"We did didn't we."

"Cocky aren't ya," She smirks, "you're lucky you're cute."

"I'm cute?"

"I thought you knew that already?" She chuckles as she twirls the ends of her h/c hair. Dipper chuckles nervously.

"So what did you major in?"

"I double majored in physics and parapsychology" She answers, "my parents were very confused. What about you?"

"I majored in biochemistry and minored in photographer and film production," He shares, "I loved it and it helped me start producing my online show."

"Online show?" She asks, "thats awesome."

"Yeah awesome," He says blushing brightly.

"I'll check it out sometime," She says smiling. He chuckles nervously again. She's pretty she's making him so nervous. I mean pretty girl who likes the paranormal and already knows about his weird past she's perfect- maybe too perfect. I mean girls aren't really interest in him and I mean she did just pop up out of no where. Oh man she's too good there has to be something wrong with her. She's a murderer, she's Bill! No she can't be. Oh my god is she just a bunch of gnomes? Or a unicorn? Or a mermaid? "You okay Dipper?"

"Uh yeah I just need to call my sister," He says standing. She nods then looks to her coffee as he slips outside the coffee shop. He moves dialing Mable's number at once. After the third ring she picks up.

"You can't come back yet," Mable groans, "we're still cleaning up your toxic wasteland of a room." Dipper rolls his eyes.

"Listen Mable I think I need you to come into town... Look I met this girl-"

"You met a girl!"

"Mable listen to me!"

"Yeah okay okay listening!"

"I met this girl and she said she knew you but she's like crazy perfect and I think she might be gnomes," Dipper exclaims.

"You should crazy."

"I'm being serious Mable her names Y/n and-"

"Oh my god you met Y/n! Dipper I've been trying to set you two up for weeks!" Mable exclaims, "she's perfect for you! Oh do you like her?"

"Mable you aren't taking this serious!"

"No shes perfect for you!" Mable exclaims, "she's pretty, she's nice, she like mysterious! What's the problem Dipper?"

"She's too perfect!"

Mable sighs loudly. Of course her twin would do something like this. It's Dipper for crying out loud. He'd see a girl so obviously perfect for him then find a reason to mess it up.

"Dipper I'm begging you not to ruin this," Mable says firmly, "I've been setting you guys up for so long now and if you ruin it because you are too paranoid I will make you join that speed dating thing."

"What? Mable no!"

"Dipper you're ruining this! Just give her a chance she's really nice!"

"Too nice!"

"For a guy who's so smart you're kinda dumb."

"Mable," He groans. She sighs. What could she do to convince him that this is a good thing?

"Dipper?"

The boy turns to see the girl in question behind him.

"Y/n hey," Dipper says tensely.

"You think I'm a bunch of gnomes? Like what stacked up in a crop top and jeans?" She teases lightly.

"I'm hanging up now Dipper... Don't mess this up!"

"Mable-"

No use. She already hang up. Dipper sighs as he looks to the girl.

"I just- I don't know I've never met any cute girls who also like the science and the paranormal."

"Your sister was right you are dorky," She says with a chuckle, "listen I'm not a bunch of gnomes or a vampire. Not even a zombie. I'm just me. A normal girl." He avoids her eyes. He feels bad. I mean they were having a good time and he just had to freak out and ruin it like always.

'God dipper why do you always have to do this stuff!' He mentally screams.

"You know I don't meet a lot of cute guys who are into science and the paranormal," She says smirking at him, "I'm still kinda convinced you're a shape shiftier who's trying to get my brain. Paranoia comes with the job. We kinda need to get used to it. Think we can but aside the crazy theories and hang out? If you're like what Mable describes I'm sure we'd have a lot of fun."

"Really?"

"Yeah," She smiles, "I'm thinking you and me go and look at this haunted mansion a couple towns over."

"Yeah?"

"I think it would be a great first date for us."

"Date?"

"I mean if thats okay?"

He smiles.

"It's okay."

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pinkja · 4 years ago

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Sports, Crushes, College and All Other Things Stressful (Nora x Black Female Reader)

AU where Nora is a stressed out college student and you are a simple black girl who has no time management.

Nora felt like she was a simple person.

She grew up in a small town near Salt Lake City, made it through the akward teenage phase, and graduated high school with honors.

Does it matter that she was always so close to pulling her own hair out in frustration? She doesn’t think so.

She liked to think that her high school years went swell.

She was captain of the swim team, played in both tennis, chess, soccer, and volleyball. She was also co captain of the debate team, won the Reading Bowl in TOME for three years in a row (she didn’t join freshman year) and did a bunch of community service at the homeless shelter every other Saturday from 9am to 3pm.

Yeah, Nora was a simple person, she thinks.

Does it matter that she barely had time to sleep? She doesn’t think so.

She got into college with a full ride scholarship (which her family celebrated for two days straight. It practically turned into a block party.) She was on the Pre-Med track, wanting to become a pediatrician like her grandmother had been, and like her mother had been, and like her older sister had been as well.

Wait…who exactly was she doing this fo–

Doesn’t matter!

She got to get an apartment on the campus housing first year with her best friend, Abby, who’s a biology major of all things, when Nora was pretty sure she was gonna be an English major. Her room was pretty average, but Abby often made comments about how it really needed some personality.

“You don’t even have a poster!” Abby remarked one day while she was laying on Nora’s bed. She had an old copy of Lord of the Flies in her hands, read and re-read about eight times.

“Not everyone needs a poster, Abby.”

“Yeah, they do. Especially when you don’t have a book or a video game, or even something to play music on-”

“Isn’t it enough that I have a phone?” Nora placed her head on Abby’s lap. Abby rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed so Nora would be more comfortable.

“And you had to beg your mother for it. Now hush and let me finish this chapter.” She leaned against the headboard and made a comment about how she was going to buy her a poster for Dirty Dancing or something.

Now that freshman year was almost over, and tennis season for the school had started up again a month prior, Nora, being captain of that and many other teams, was starting to feel even more stressed. She has to aid the coach in training the less athletic recruits, plan their next meeting, and prepare for their next game which was in two weeks, which was a few days before a big biochemistry test.

She was out by the track, the slightly warm early April air hitting the side of her sweaty face after almost an hour of staying out in the sun. There was another hour of practice left, and with a clipboard, a pen, and a timer in her hand, she watched the baby-faced girls run laps around the field.

“Ok, the game is on a Saturday, it takes around 30 minutes to get there by bus, so 30 minutes to get back… but the game ends at 6:30 so I have to give at least another 30 minutes to an hour for traffic, not including the time it takes to shower and pack our stuff up so the latest I’d get home is around…” She looked up from her clipboard, tapping her feet on the floor. “Jackson! If you want to play in the next game you gotta beat your record! Pick up the speed!” She called out to a red haired girl.

God, I really hope I’m not sweating out my hair, she thought, brushing a few stray hairs back in her ponytail. Nora went back to muttering.

“Ok so that means I’ll be home by 8 at the latest, and if I lock myself in my room and pull an all nighter, I could probably get all my studying done by 6-ish? Maybe… I would have to stock up on coffee. I’ll stop by the store on the way ho–”

Nora’s quiet rambling was interrupted by a voice.

“Hey, Captain!” Nora didn’t turn around, already knowing who it was by the voice alone.

(Y/n) (L/n).

Ah, Nora’s feelings for you were…complicated, to say the least. But we’ll get to that later.

“Sorry I’m so late.” You rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

“Fourth time this month, (Y/n).” Nora’s voice was stern, exasperated and a bit annoyed.

“I know. I know, but–”

“You know the drill. 10 extra laps and you have to beat your record or else you don’t play in the next game. Go.” Nora didn’t look up from her clipboard, but knew you were pouting anyways.

Your footsteps echoed in Nora’s ears as you ran to the field, smiling at your teammates as they passed you. She marked off your name on her clipboard and wrote “Late” next to it, again, with furrowed eyebrows and annoyance tickling the back of her brain.

When 4 o’clock came, the girls all filed out of the field and towards the locker room, feet tired and sore. You were still running, of course, doing the 10 (plus 10 extra) laps you were assigned. Although you weren’t, Nora felt like you were taking your time, acting as if you hadn’t a care in the world.

“God, I have to get home and study…” Nora whispered and rolled her eyes, even though only 5 minutes had passed. By 4:15, you were done, walking back to her while rubbing your left thigh.

“How’d I do, Captain?” You asked while wiping the sweat off of your forehead. You balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. Nora clicked the button on her timer once again and finally looked at you.

You had sweat stains on your blue shirt, and you picked at the edge of your shorts that rode up your thigh just a little bit.

“Two minutes under your last time. I guess you get to stay in this time around.” Nora said curtly, pursing her lips while doing so.

You smiled as if you already knew the answer. “Aw come on, Captain. Have a little faith in me, yeah? I’m not all bad.” Your nose scrunched you as you pouted.

God your lips were so cu–

“But I do stink though. Imma hit the showers real quick. You coming?” Nora gulped, mind going a little to the left as she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Yeah.” Was all Nora could say in response.

They walked into the locker rooms, all of the girls clean and gone. Nora placed her things on one of the benches, opening and looking into her locker for clean clothes. You did the same.

“Jeez, all that time I put into doing my hair only to sweat it out in less than 10 minutes. I don’t know how you do it, Captain.” You remarked, looking in the mirror of your locker. Nora hummed, but didn’t respond. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her gym bag and started stripping.

Nora peeked into the mirror in her locker at you. Yours was diagonal from hers. You were still looking at yourself, not at her. Part of her wanted you to be.

Once she was done, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed some soap and a rag. She showered in silence, only being interrupted by the pat pat of your footsteps on the floor as you hopped in the showers next to her. You tied your hair up and put a bandana around your head before starting the shower, and Nora looked away before she could see anything else.

She thanked whatever god there was that there was a wall between you two.

But what if there wasn’t?

Nora started to feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. She started to take note of the stretch marks and too thick hairs on her stomach and arms and legs.

Oh my god, is my hair presentable?

She went to smooth out her hair with a (thankfully) not soapy hand, but stopped herself. She wouldn’t want to ruin her hair now. She spent all morning getting it together.

Wait? Why am I worrying about my appearance? My body is fine.

After her little realization, Nora started scrubbing really hard at her arms and legs, preoccupying her mind with the upcoming test.

Nora finished before you did, wrapping a towel around herself and waiting until she was out of your sight to start drying herself. She put on some lotion and deodorant, got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a green shirt and sneakers before grabbing her stuff and going to leave.

“Captain!” Your voice stopped her.

Dammit! She was almost free!

“Yeah?” Nora took a few steps back but didn’t look in your direction.

“Can you…um…stay?” Nora’s spit got caught in her throat. “I mean, until I’m done. I really don’t like being in the locker room by myself. My mom always told me don’t let myself be in a room alone.” You let out a laugh, albeit a bit nervous.

Nora nodded, spitting out a stuttered, “Sure.” She hopes she didn’t sound too excited. She leaned against the outside wall of the showers, facing away from you once more. Nora waited (im)patiently, suddenly remembering how she forgot her glasses at home and that’s why she hasn’t been able to see well all day. She also remembered the stain on the coffee table that she was too busy to clean up because she was rushing out of the house because she had slept through her–

The squeak of the shower faucet snapped Nora out of her thoughts as the rush of water stopped. Nora kept her eyes on her shoes as you passed her, suddenly very interested in the speck of dirt on the toe of her left shoe.

I should clean it later, Nora thought.

“Captain?” Nora’s head snapped up, looking towards you with large brown eyes. You brought a plump lip into your mouth before giving Nora a smile. You were done getting dressed, snatching the now-wet bandana off of your head.

God, is it hot in here? Nora feels like she’s been sweating oceans.

“Thank you for staying. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“No problem.” It’s not like she doesn’t have a test she has to study for or a meeting at 6 for a club that she really couldn’t remember the name of now which was really concerning, but Nora couldn’t bring herself to care because you were smiling at her and Nora’s heart was not working anymore.

Although part of her wanted to be mad at such a carefree attitude and your seemingly lack of schedule, she settled on scolding you instead.

“Practice is next Monday at 3. Try not to be late next time.” You nodded before grabbing your stuff from the bench behind you and walking out of the locker room in silence. Nora followed before you both split off in different directions.

Nora’s weekend was filled with nothing but meetings and studying and homework, with the constant repetition of “Game on a Saturday, test on a Monday” leaving her mouth. She started her mornings at 4 am, going for a 2 hour run around campus. At 6 she went back home and took a shower, answered a bunch of emails about things that Nora couldn’t bring herself to care about anymore, and then she spent a good 3 hours studying old material from her classes, read a book she was assigned for Lit, then she was back studying again.

Wait, did she eat anything?

She wouldn’t have if Abby hadn’t practically shoved a piece of turkey bacon down her throat because, “You literally haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon” which she should be grateful for her friend’s willingness to remember the important things for her when she forgot them. She had meetings for Spanish and French Honor Society, Creative Writing, the school’s green club, and she also had to tutor a bunch of kids who were failing their math classes.

And to top it all off, you were late to practice, again! God, Nora wanted to be mad at you. You were being selfish at this point. Didn’t you know that if you were late she had to stay with you until practice was over?

Well, technically, she didn’t. She could leave practice whenever she wants to but honestly she didn’t want to leave you to practice alone. Plus, you might slack off!

Nora’s eyebrows twitched at the thought. It’s like you didn’t have a care in the world! You just walked around wasting her time, your time even!

You arrived 15 minutes late, better than last time, but still late.

You were already preparing your excuses, but Nora shushed you, telling you to go and practice on your serves. You did just that. Nora had already completed her drills, now just waiting for you to show up. She wrote your name down and the word “late” next to it once again before she went back to observing her team.

Once 4 o’clock rolled around, the girls rolled out and into the locker rooms, while you stayed behind. Your serve was good, Nora thought, you were just a heavy hitter and would forget to try and get the ball into the court first.

After watching the ball fly past the court for the 3rd time, Nora sighed and made her way over to you. You spotted her and gave her a smile.

“Hey, Captain! You need something?” You asked as you threw the ball in the air. You hit it across the net and watched as it flew straight into the wall. You grabbed another ball from the basket next to you and went to do it again until Nora gently grabbed your wrist and pulled it back down.

“You hit too hard, (Y/n). Try it again, but with a little less force.” Nora stated, backing out of the court to watch you once more.

You tried again, only for the ball to land just outside of the court.

“That’s ok, (Y/n), just try again.” Nora encouraged you. You tried again and again, only for you to keep hitting it out of the court.

You let out a huff, frustrated. “Captain…” You whined, turning to her with dragged feet. “This seems pointless. I just keep hitting out of bounds.” Nora raised a brow, not taking you for the type to give up so easily.

“You know we can’t leave until you get it right.” You pouted at her answer before going to try again. Nora stopped you, walking up to you and grabbing the hand you were holding your racket in. “Here. Make your hand face the net. That always helped me serve better.” Nora turned your wrist. “Now plant your feet so they’re in line with your shoulders.” You listened. “Now breathe in, slowly, and as you breathe in, toss the ball into the air and as soon as you exhale, swing. Don’t focus on the force. Focus on how your hand moves to hit the ball.” Nora realized how close she was to you, how weird this must’ve looked to others and what they might think.

She was starting to get self-conscious again.

Nora cleared her throat and backed out of the court again. Once she was far enough, you served again, the ball just making it into the court. You jumped up in excitement, coily hair bouncing with you. Your eyes darted towards her, a wide smile on your brown face.

“Captain! Captain I did it! Did you see?” You spoke with the giddiness of a child with a new toy, and, suddenly, Nora’s anger at you disappeared. Nora nodded with a smile.

“I saw. Good job, (Y/n).” You smiled wider at her praise, going to pick up all of the balls you managed to drop. Nora helped.

After cleaning up the mess you made, you both walked to the locker rooms. You repeated your routine from Friday, with Nora finishing earlier than you once again. Nora remembered how you had asked her to stay, and decided not to leave you behind. She walked to her locker in silence, getting dressed in some jeans, a graphic tee, and her same pair of sneakers she always wore before leaning against the walls of the showers like she did once before.

She was still facing away from you.

“(Y/n)?” Nora called, despite the lump in her throat about having to talk to you while you were naked.

“Yeah, Captain?” You answered, stopping the humming you were previously doing.

“May I ask, um, why are you always so…late?” Nora tapped her fingers on the wall and hoped she didn’t offend you with the question.

You were silent for a moment before answering. “I just lose track of time, y’know?” Nora’s eyebrow twitched again. You spoke as if you knew what she was thinking. “Yeah, yeah. I know that’s not a good excuse. However, I get so caught up in the little things that I just forget to remember the big things.” Another twitch of the eyebrow.

God, was it gonna get stuck like that?

You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself as Nora moved to sit on the bench. She preoccupied herself with her shoes again and waited for you to get dressed. The buzz of your phone interrupted the silence between you two. You grabbed it from out of your locker and looked at the bright screen before scowling and placing it back in your bag.

“I wanna know, Captain.” You started, as you put underwear on. Nora cursed the human evolutionary habit of looking at anyone and anything that made noise, as she had turned her gaze towards you as you were putting on a dress and oh my goodness you weren’t wearing a bra. Nora’s face burned as she quickly turned back around to look at her shoes. “Have you ever had Mr. Lance before?” It took a few seconds for Nora to register your question, and once she did, she shook her head no.

“U-Um… no. No I haven’t, um… Why do you ask?” Preoccupy yourself with the test, Nora. Focus on the test.

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“I wanted to thank you for once again putting up with me and helping me in practice. Other captains would’ve just left me there.” Now she felt bad for thinking about leaving. “You wanna go?” You turned to her with another smile, not caring that Nora wasn’t even facing you.

“You don’t have to. It’s really no problem.”

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“Come on, Captain. Please. I promise you it’ll be worth your time!” Nora finally gained the courage to look at you, and you were pouting. Good god you were pouting and it was so adorable and Nora really has to learn how to focus again.

Game on Saturday. Test on Monday.

Nora was in a trance. Your eyes had caught her in a trance and she couldn’t get out but she had to. So she agreed to your little adventure. You jumped up again in excitement and Nora was once again reminded of the fact that you don’t have on a bra. You both walked out of the locker room and you led Nora down the street to one of the coffee shops about 7 minutes away.

“Mr. Lance is just a few minutes from here.” You started as you put your phone in your bag after checking it again. “And I know the name seems kinda boring, however, they serve the best ice cream there is.” You gave Nora another beaming smile to reassure her, even though Nora didn’t need any reassurance.

Once you both arrived at the little parlor, you opened the door for Nora and she was immediately hit by the cool air and the smell of mint. Nora scrunched up her nose a little bit and sat at one of the red chaired booths. You sat opposite of her and folded your hands on top of each other.

“What do you usually get here?” Nora asked you, pushing her glasses up to her face.

“I either get the triple chocolate milkshake or the extra cookies and cream ice blizzard. But that’s my personal preference. Get whatever you want.” You said nonchalantly, not even looking at the menu.

Would it be too embarrassing for Nora to admit that she didn’t know how to choose? Nora thought that yes, it would be. However she couldn’t just not order something after you had brought her all the way here. That would be rude! But it would also be rude to sit there and order something she wouldn’t want and then sit there and pick at it because she had never really had time to–

“And what about you, miss?” Nora jumped at the voice. She looked up from her death match with the colorful menu and at the waiter who was standing there with a notepad in her pale hands.

“Uh…oh! Oh! I would like a…” What the hell was that first thing you said? “A triple chocolate milkshake, please.” Nora’s face burned at her awkwardness. Maybe she didn’t leave that weird teenage phase at all.

“Coming right up! I’ll just take these off your hands.” The waiter grabbed the menus and walked off to the kitchen.

Nora tried to act like she didn’t feel your gaze on her while you waited, and felt grateful when your phone buzzed for the third time that afternoon.

“Guess I’m popular today, huh Captain?” You let out a chuckle as you turned your phone off.

Nora smiled back and she hoped it wasn’t crooked.

You pulled at a curl on your head and frowned. “I’m so glad tomorrow is wash day. My hair’s been so uncooperative lately.” You pulled at the same curl again and watched as it bounced back into place. “Captain.” You called her. Nora answered. “What do you think I should do with my hair? Twists or plaits? Ooh maybe I can do box braids instead.” You shot out ideas to her, hoping she would choose and make your life a bit easier.

“Um… I think you’d look good in–in twists.” Frankly you would look good in anything.

Wait, what?

“Don’t you have to set out the whole day for that? You have classes tomorrow, don’t you?”

“I have one class in the afternoon but it shouldn’t be a problem. I can catch up easily.” You said nonchalantly.

She looked at the clock on the wall to check the time. 5:45 p.m. She cursed how fast this day was going.

Their treats came a few minutes later and you popped open your straw and dug in. Nora did the same, eyebrows raising at the onslaught of very, very sweet chocolate attacking her taste buds.

“See. I told you it was good!” You said, licking a little bit of chocolate off of your lips. You swirled your straw around your glass. “I’m glad you decided to come with me, though.” You said offhandedly.

“Why did you decide to bring me here?” Nora didn’t mean for her voice to sound all nervous. She would roll with the punches.

“Hmm. I already told you earlier that I wanted to thank you for putting up with me.” You took another sip and stuck your tongue out a bit. “But also, and forgive me if I seem rude but, I thought this would relax you.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “You always seem so…pent up. Like a stiff. I just noticed that you might need some sort of release or something, Captain. That’s all.” Nora realized that you were the only one to address her as Captain after practice, and in that moment she started to feel very…different.

Was she uncomfortable?

No, Nora wouldn’t exactly describe it as that.

It was just that the heat creeping up her neck and the sudden realization that you were right and the idea of getting some sort of release, as you put it, was making her feel very, very weird.

It didn’t help that Nora’s gaze went back to your lips and eyes and hands and chest and the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra hit her again and–

Why the hell was she so focused on that? Of all the damn things to focus on? It’s not like the concept of not wearing a bra was foreign to her, she did it from time to time herself but what the fuck was so different when you did it?

Focus on something else, Nora. Focus on something else.

Like the test!

She had a game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on Saturday, and boy were your eyes cute.

Game on Saturday, test on a Monday.

It’s not like she had a problem with it.

Game on Saturday, test on Monday.

She was fine. Nora was so fine. Nothing to worry about here.

Maybe she did need a release. A time for herself to relax.

Game Saturday, test Monday.

Oh god was she staring at you?

Game, test. Saturday, Monday.

Were you smiling at her? You look so sweet.

Monday. Saturday. Monday. Game. Test. Relax. Release. Relax. Relax. Game. Test. Saturday. Monday. Relax. Release.

Her glass was empty and you were smiling at her and UGH.

Nora stood up, her knees knocking into the booth as she did so.

“Is everything alright, Captain?” You expressed concern over her. Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile went away.

“I gotta go.” Nora managed to choke out. She reached into her back pocket for her wallet as you stared at her with confusion.

“What? Are you sure?” Nora threw $20 on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor.

“Yeah. I gotta… I gotta go…” Nora turned and sped out of the shop, leaving you alone.

She made it back to her apartment and unlocked the door with shaky hands. Abby greeted her from the couch, hair in a low ponytail instead of its usual braid.

“Hey, Nora you–“ Abby stopped herself when she finally looked at her roommate. “What’s wrong?” She turned to her and grabbed her before Nora could sped past the couch. “Come on. Around the couch you go.” Abby pulled Nora by her belt loop around the couch and made her sit down. “What’s up with you. And don’t say you have another test to study for because you’ve already studied enough.” Nora scrunched up her nose and looked away from Abby.

“There’s no such thing as too much studying.”

“Nora…” Abby’s voice was stern.

“Fine, fine… There’s this… this girl and she… she said I was a stiff and treated me to ice cream today and I can’t focus around her and also I can’t stop thinking about her and also–” Nora plopped herself face first into Abby’s lap, groaning loud enough for her roommate to hear.

“Does my Nora have a crush?” Abby teased at her, poking the back of her head. Nora sprung up.

“What! No! Of course not!” Abby didn’t believe her. “I just can’t focus around her, that’s all. And it’s frustrating me.” Nora defended herself, slumping against the couch.

“Hmm. Sounds like a crush to me.” Abby retorted, leaning her head on her hand.

Nora couldn’t have a crush! I mean, when has Nora ever had time to think about crushes? Or dating? Hell, with boys or girls!

“I don’t have time for crushes, Abby.” Nora slumped some more until she sat on the floor.

“You don’t have time for anything, Nora! All you do is work, work, work. And I know we’re in college but that doesn’t mean you have to give yourself to the seeds of capitalism just yet.” Abby kicked Nora in the thigh as a way of telling her to get off the floor.

Nora got up with a pout.

“All I’m saying, Nora,” She started, propping her feet on the coffee table, “is that maybe this could do you some good. You got to enjoy life, and you can’t enjoy it if you’re stuck hunched over a book all day.” Nora rolled her eyes before retreating to her room to take a cold shower.

The next morning, after her 4am run and a long shower, Nora got dressed for the day and sat down at her desk to study. She didn’t have any classes today, her professor for the day sending out an email to cancel class the night before. She opened the giant biology textbook that never left her desk and tried to remember where she had left off last.

I was writing notecards, she remembered as she searched her desk to find them.

Her search was interrupted by the loud ping of her cellphone. Nora chose to ignore it, thinking that it was probably just Abby trying to remind her to eat something. Her phone vibrated again and Nora rolled her eyes with a loud sigh and got up to check it out.

She walked over to her bed and picked the phone off the pillow, squinting her eyes at the sudden light hitting her face as another notification came.

“Hi, Captain!” It was you. You texted her.

Oh my god you texted her!

“I know you said only to use your number in case of emergencies but I guess this would qualify as an emergency because you kinda left in a hurry so!!!”

“Are you ok, Captain? I wanted to check up on you afterwards but I didn’t know whether you’d want me to use this number or not so I didn’t text you but I didn’t know what happened and I was getting nervous so I texted you.” God did you ramble.

“Sorry for rambling.” You sent a few seconds later. You added a crying emoji for effect.

It was then, in that moment, that Nora realized she didn’t know how to respond to you.

Why weren’t her fingers moving?

Why was she just staring at her phone with a stupid face?

Move, dammit! Move!

With a deep breath, Nora let out a big, long groan of, “ABBY!” Said friend was at her door within seconds, hair in a frenzy and protein bottle in her hands, ready to attack someone.

“Nora! Nora what is it? Is someone dying?” With wide eyes, Nora handed Abby her phone, to which Abby lowered her guard and grabbed it out of Nora’s hands. “Nora are you fucking kidding me?” Abby deadpanned after reading the messages, seeing it was only someone expressing concern over her friend and not like…cyberstalking her or some shit.

“I don’t know what to do please help me.” If Abby wasn’t so mad at her she'd tease her for her inexperience and compare her to a lamb. Abby flopped on the bed with a groan and started typing away.

“Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?” Nora asked frantically as she tried to snatch the phone out of her hands.

“I’m replying. Duh!” She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, but Abby! What are you saying to her?” Nora whined, attempting to grab it again only to fall on Abby’s lap.

“You know, for someone who denies that this is a crush you aren’t really helping your case all that much.” She continued typing, and Nora thought that whatever she was typing would be long and embarrassing and stressful.

“Abby!” Nora dragged out her name as she tried to reach for the phone again. “Come on! I know you’re gonna put something embarrassing!” Nora gave Abby a pout and made no move to move off of her friend.

“I’m not! I swear!”

“Then read it to me!”

“What?”

“Read what you wrote to her!”

“Ugh, you’re so childish.” She said as if she wasn’t the one typing something to Nora’s…Nora’s…well…Nora’s whatever. “Hey, (y/n).” Abby paused. “Such a cute name by the way. Good choice.” She continued. “I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I was wondering if we could meet up later and–” Nora started to protest, reaching up for the phone. Abby held it away from her. “And I could, hey quit that–” Abby smacked her hand away. “I could explain why I’ve been acting so weird lately, if that’s alright with you–Nooooooo.” Abby whined like a child when Nora snatched the phone away and deleted the text message. “All my hard work! Wasted! Oh the inhumanity!” Abby fell on the bed, fake fainting.

“I don’t wanna meet her.” Nora muttered as she stared at the phone with a glare.

“And why not? I told you, this is good!” Nora looked at her in disbelief. “This is good! You need a break, Nora. If you don’t slow down now next time you have time for yourself you’ll be a bag of bones!”

“Not a bag of bones…”

“Yes, a bag of bones! So you are going to take this phone, text this girl back, and you are going to talk to her or by god I will throw your planners away. And I know where you keep them. All of them.” Abby pushed the phone up to Nora’s face.

“Even the Scooby Doo one?”

“Especially the Scooby Doo one. That goes first. Now type.” With a cry and a wail about how hard Abby was making her life, Nora started texting you back, giving the phone to Abby for approval.

“Hey, (y/n).” She started typing. “Abby please don’t make me do this.” Abby didn’t budge. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me. I promise I’m ok and you don’t need to worry about me–”

“Don’t put that. You're invalidating her feelings.” Abby interjected.

“…I’m happy you checked up on me. If you want I’d like to meet–”

“Abby I’m nervous! Please can’t I just go back to studying?” Abby told her no.

“…up with you again. Maybe sometime this afternoon. Or whenever you want to it doesn’t have to be today it could be tomorrow or next week or–”

“You’re stalling.” Abby warned her, already reaching for her Scooby Doo planner hidden under her mattress.

“…Is this afternoon good?” Nora closed her eyes and hit send.

You replied within a minute.

“Sure! How about around 5. I should be done with my hair around then.” You sent a bunch of emojis afterwards and Nora plopped down in the bed with a groan after she agreed.

“See? You see how good things go when you listen to me?” Abby put the almost destroyed planner back in its place and patted Nora on the head. Nora groaned even louder. “Now. I want to know what time you’re going so you can have time to look nice.” Abby added emphasis on that last part. “And I mean it. No sweatpants or oversized jackets. I want you looking nice.” Nora’s face dropped at Abby’s constrictions.

“You’re already making me suffer by going outside but now you’re making me dress nice? You’re killing me, Abby!”

“No, I’m helping you. Now hold on for a second. I need to text the group chat about this historical moment.” Nora's eyes widened as she watched Abby get up and run back to her room before she could stop her.

When 4:30 rolled around, Nora patted herself down nervously and stared at Abby with a confused face.

“Come on, Nora. You look fine.” Nora stared at herself once more, her black jeans, light blue t-shirt and black shoes seeming too…boring for this.

“I-I don’t know, Abby. Maybe I should just cancel and say I got sick. Is it too late to hit myself with something?” Nora held her purse in shaky hands.

“No! You’re doing this. Now come on.” Abby dragged her from out her room and to the living room, where their friends, Manny, Owen, and Mel were hanging out and watching tv.

“You guys! Abby’s forcing me to go outside! Help me!” Nora tried to plead as she dragged her feet on the floor.

“Hmm… I don’t see a problem with that.” Manny spoked, looking at her with amusement clear on his features.

“Yeah, Nora. Owen and I for sure thought you were going to turn into a vampire or something if you stayed inside any longer.” Mel agreed while Owen nodded his head.

“That’s not how vampirism works and you know it!” Nora planted her feet into the ground and groaned. “Owen! Hide me! Help me! Save me!” Nora pleaded as Abby pushed her along to the door.

“Sorry, Nora. My expertise is animals not humans.” He said with a shrug and put his head on Mel’s shoulder.

“Traitors! Traitors! All of you!” Abby finally got her to the door and pushed her out with a huff.

“You be back no earlier than 6. Got it?” Abby ordered. Before Nora, could protest, Abby interrupted her. “If you wanna save the Scooby Doo planner you better start walking.” Nora closed her mouth and glared at her before calling her a muscle head and walking away. She heard the chorus of bye’s and have fun’s as she walked down the hall. You both had agreed to meet up at the campus park, and as Nora walked up, she saw you sitting on the bench with a book in your hands. Nora recognized it as Pride and Prejudice, something Abby had read a thousand times.

You looked up and spotted her. With a smile, you said, “Hi, Captain!” You placed the book beside you and waved at her. You had twists in your hair, and it went down to just below your shoulders.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Nora sat down next to you and placed her hands in her lap.

“I’m glad you decided to meet up! I was really worried about you yesterday.” You tried to keep the smile on your face despite the concern present.

Nora’s face burned as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that I…um…” Nora couldn’t really explain herself in that moment.

“No need to explain yourself, Captain. I’m just glad you’re ok.” Your smile never faltered and Nora decided to smile back.

“But-But thank you! For, um, taking me to the ice cream place yesterday. I really appreciate it.” Nora didn’t know why she was stuttering so much. If the group were here they’d be laughing at her.

“No problem. I like going there a lot. Not just for the treats but…it’s calming. Gives me time to get away.” Your phone buzzed and you checked it with a frown.

“Is everything alright?” Nora felt kinda sad when your attention wasn’t on her.

“Yeah. It’s just my stupid ex.” EX? Ex as in ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend? Ex-partner? Oh my god what was Nora thinking? She didn’t have time for crushes! Let alone any time for exes or dating of feelings or–

“Hey, Captain.” Nora perked up.

“Y-Yeah?” She could run. Nora could run and hide and go back to the apartment Scooby Doo planner be DAMNED.

“You remember when I told you about getting caught up in the little things?” Nora remembered, yes. “This is one of those little things. Just relaxing in the park, or going to the ice cream parlor, or staying after practice with you.”

Wait, what? Nora must’ve misheard.

“I could never share those little things with anybody else. Not even a person I had thought I liked. But I can with you.” You turned to her with a smile, moving a stray twist from out of your face. “I’m glad I was able to show you the things that relax me. Hopefully, Captain, they can relax you too.”

“Nora.” She blurted out.

“Hmm?” You titled you head to the side.

“You can call me Nora. I-I don’t mind.” You smiled at her, and Nora started to feel her heart burst in her chest.

“Ok…Nora.” Oh.

Oh.

Nora liked you.

Holy shit. She liked you.

“I-I’m glad you thought about me so much.” Nora played with her fingers as she spoke.

“Well, Nora. How about we go see a movie? I hear there’s this new mystery movie that’s so intense that people lost their senses when they left the theater!”

Nora laughed at your giddiness.

“Sure. I’d like that.” You stood up and grabbed your book to place it in your bag. You held out your hand to Nora and she took it, although a bit hesitantly.

“Cool. Let’s go, then.”

Maybe, just maybe, Nora could learn how to handle a crush this time around.

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years ago

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gong cha order no. 11: honey grapefruit juice + aloe + 70% sweetness + less ice + large size

2017

Jaemin is the type to show his affection and love as much as possible. He is also the type that needs a break, and needs to be alone to think and recharge. From his past dating experiences, not many was able to understand his need to be alone. They eventually break up with him because he was ‘too distant’ or some shit like that, even if he gives the world’s warmest hugs and smiles. He did get sad about that; he doubted himself, he was disappointed in himself for making people run away from him because of his ways to deal with shit. And yes, he did think that he was going to be alone— until he met you, regardless of how cheesy this sounds.

You two met under... unusual circumstances. Your two met at a clinic for a yearly medical checkup which was required by the university. And well... you were terrified of needles. Very terrified. So you bet your ass that when the nurses were about to check your blood, you were screaming your diaphragm out.

‘OKAY, OKAY, WAIT WAIT WAIT! Do we have to do this? How about you just wait until I accidentally cut myself from shaving, then I’ll store the blood in a container and give it to you? Or maybe when I pop my pimple and blood starts to come out, that should be fine right?’ You said with pleading eyes. The nurse in front of you sighed for the nth time, explaining to you for who knows how long why she needed to extract blood from your veins. After about 3 minutes, you sighed again, and closed your eyes shut, waiting for the incoming sharp pain. But that didn’t happen.

‘Excuse me but I have a class in 30 minutes, and I really need to get my blood test done so I can go’ a deep voice said behind you, and you mentally thanked this man for interrupting, because you were not at all ready yet.

‘Sir, please stay outside and wait until I’m done. It will take no longer than 10 minutes—‘

‘Ma’am it has already been 35 minutes, this should have ended a long time ago’ he interrupted the nurse. Due to your curiousity, you turned your head back, only to see a pink-haired guy in round glasses— and he was very, very pretty. Just as you were about to admire his face a little longer, he opened his mouth— and it ruined everything.

‘Hey, can you quicken up a bit? I have media studies in about 30 minutes, and I don’t want to miss it because Professor Han is hot as fuck. So, would you please?’ Rude motherfucking rat—

‘Excuse me but if your brain could comprehend shit, you would have realise I’m scared of thin, sharp metals poking through my skin just for my blood to be sucked out like a vampire. No idea who Professor Han is, but you can tell him or her that a pretty patient has been taking time in the clinic, and you will have to be excused from class—‘

‘You don’t know who she is? Bruh, she’s like... the best professor ever, how do you not know her?’ He asks in disbelief.

‘I take biochemistry, why will I know who the media studies professor is?’ You question, furrowing your eyebrows at him. He only scoffed at you, continuing to talk about how wonderful of a professor this Professor Han is.

‘Okay, but you don’t know Professor Matsushiro in organic chemistry. Not only is he a living anime, he’s bilingual and fluent in both lanauges, and that’s one sexy trait— OW, THE FUCK!’ The nurse rolled her eyes, but also felt slightly relieved that she managed to take your blood while you were bickering with the pretty boy in front you. You immediately stopped talking, and whinced in pain instead— which is something the boy noticed quickly. He suddenly felt bad for making you hurry up for his selfish need to see his favourite professor. While you were on your way to leave the room, the pink haired guy told you to wait for him by the receptionist— and you listened to him for some reason, even if you just wanted to go home and watch a drama.

Turned out, the guy's name was Jaemin, and he was a first year student like you. You two exchanged contacts then, and well, got together 3 years later. During that time, Jaemin was in his last year, while you had one more year to go since you took a medical course. From fighting over professors, you two became really good friends, then well, he fell in love with you. You were the first person to respect his private space, and told him something which he will always remember: it’s okay to be alone and have that space to yourself, but it’s important to let others know you’re not trying to push them out of your life. Funnily enough, that was also the time you fell for him. You never cared for someone this much. Or you never wanted to at least because you were scared to have your heart broken, so you never gave it to anyone. Which led you to your first argument.

2020

If you could remember clearly, it was the third time in a row when you declined Jaemin for a date you realised that your ‘friendship’ was a bit more. You told him you had a Biology test the next day, so you couldn’t go— so Jaemin decided to visit your apartment with takeout Chinese food. Yeah, you were in your pyjamas watching Shrek. Definitely not related to Biology. Thank you to your roommate, Ryujin, for opening the door.

‘____________, don’t you have a Bio test tomorrow?’ It hit him that everytime you declined, it was a lie. He thought that he did it again: he pushed you away. He felt bad, but he was also angry considering you were the one that told him that he should remember to not push others away even if he wanted alone time. You didn’t see a point in lying to him anymore, because he probably already realised. So you told him; you were scared. You didn’t even realise you were a crying mess.

‘I’m scared Jaemin! I’ve seen friends whose hearts were broken, and I didn’t want to go through that. That’s why I never dated. And knowing t-that I like you a lot too scares m-me because w-what if I also hurt you? I could n-never forgive myself for damaging someone as sweet and k-kind as you. You d-deserve someone who isn’t as selfish as me J-Jaemin.’ Your eyes were tired from the amount of tears that rolled down your face. You were expecting him to leave. You didn’t think anyone would want to stay with a person like you, a person who can’t trust anyone.

‘I am 0.71 seconds away from marrying you ____________’ Jaemin says. And before you could even ask what he meant, Jaemin closed the gap between the two of you, his chapped lips meeting yours as a sense of warmth spread across your fragile body. His soft hands reached out to cup your face, wiping away the hot tears. You didn’t know what to do or say afterwards, but you liked the intimacy. You liked having him around. You love Jaemin, and he loves you too. He rested his forehead against yours the moment he pulled away. Your eye met his warm brown orbs, and you noticed something: his eyes were filled with love.

‘_________ you’re one of the most precious and loving person I’ve ever met. I don’t care how long it will take you to allow me in your heart. Bet it a month, a year, a whole ass decade? I want you in my life forever, so please don’t push me away’ he says as he smiles at you. You hugged him tightly, whispering a ‘thank you,’ and well, it’s a memory engraved in both of your minds forever.

2026

‘Jaemin get the door!’

‘_______ I’M WIPING OUR SON��S ASS, HE’S A POOPING MACHINE!’

‘DON’T FUCKING CURSE IN FRONT OF MINSEOK!’ You screamed as you ran downstairs to open the door. You fixed hair and straightened your clothes to look somewhat presentable before you opened the door, only to see your son’s favourite uncle, Donghyuck.

‘________! How is my favourite married couple doing?’ He asks as he brings in an obnoxiously large present behind you. Was it Jaemin’s birthday today? Was it your son’s birthday today? GOD I’M A TERRIBLE PARENT.

‘I’m good— I mean we’re good.’

‘Still not used to the married life huh? No worries, it’s not that different. Jeno and I still do act the same, except it’s legal.’ Hyuck says, which only made you smile at his words. When you were brought in Jaemin’s life, he immediately introduced you to his friend circle. Of course, the other 6 boys were all lovely and kind, but you became the closest to Hyuck because well... you were the one that made him realise that he had a thing for Jeno. You nodded at Hyuck’s words, until you noticed the large purple packet behind him.

‘Umm Hyuck... what’s that behind you?’ You asked biting your lip, not ready for what he’ll say because you think it’s going to be bad either way. What’s funny was... he hesitated to speak the moment he opened his mouth. Is he hiding something?

‘A-actually, t-this is for u-um—‘

‘IT’S NOTHING! IT’S NOTHING! LEAVE HYUCK, BYE BYE!’ Your husband screams as he rushed down the stairs with Minseok in his arms. You grabbed the packet behind Donghyuck, opening it before either men could scream at you and—

‘THE FUCK JAEMIN YOU ASKED HYUCK TO BUY A GAMING CONSOLE? WE BOUGHT A NEW ONE 4 MONTHS AGO?’

‘BABE, IT’S THE NEWEST EDITION!’

‘SHUT UP’

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years ago

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fanfic Epilogue

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Epilogue - The Evergreen Greenhouse

~29 December 2007~

Even throughout his almost-over undergrad career - which involved a lot of trips to archaeological sites with Spinos - Rex still found the time to duel. As a matter of fact, he proudly approached the front door of his off-campus apartment with a trophy he just won from a local tournament - and against his father, no less.

“Weeves!” Rex called out. “I just won the tournament! Since we both just turned 21, why don’t we go celebrate with drinks?”

The first one to answer him was not his husband, but rather his 2-year-old daughter. “Papa!”

“Amber!” Rex picked Amber up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “How ya’ doing, big girl?”

Indeed, Amber was a big girl; though she just turned two years old, she already showed signs of being gifted. She could already speak in complete sentences, count to 100, and recite the alphabet pretty well. Still, she loved many of the same things that typical toddlers did - not the least of which was her mother. “I’m feeling awesome! But… But…”

“You okay?”

“Someone’s not feeling so awesome… It’s Daddy.”

“Why, what’s wrong with him?” Rex put Amber down, and allowed her to lead him to the loo. He was not at all pleased to see Weevil there, praying to the porcelain goddess. “Gods, Weevil! What’s wrong?”

“Ugh…” Weevil gave Rex a pained look before throwing up into the loo again.

“Daddy’s been like this aaaaall morning.” Amber sounded like she was about to cry. “What should we do, Papa?”

It was then that Rex had just remembered Weevil drizzling a ton of chocolate syrup over his fried bee larvae a few weeks ago. At first, he thought that Weevil was just being a buttmunch as usual. But then Rex recalled the cravings he had during his pregnancy - and the speech his college doctor gave him, the one that all male shapeshifters were capable of getting pregnant. “It… It can’t be…”

“Papa?” Amber looked at her mother quizzically.

“Amber, get my phone. I’m gonna call the doctor and get Daddy there right away.”

After his wave of nausea finally abated, and Rex had made that call, Weevil put the toilet cover back on and pouted at his husband. “Rex, honey, come on. You don’t have to go that far. Just give me some Pepto-Bismol, and I’ll be fine.”

“Throwing up for an entire morning is totally not fine.” Rex picked Weevil up princess-style and put him in the middle of the 2006 Mazda 5 with Amber. “And you’re about to see that.”

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~A quick drive and 30 minutes later~

“So… So, what did you find, Doctor?” Weevil asked Dr. Balls.

“After performing the ultrasound, we’ve discovered that you’re pregnant, Mr. Raptor. Eleven weeks, to be exact.”

“Aww, how sweet…” Rex smiled as he stroked Weevil’s belly.

“Anyway, I do not anticipate that you will need hospitalization, just some light bed rest for now. I’ll prescribe some antiemetics, though. You are more than welcome to visit should you feel the need to do so.”

“I… I see. Thank you, Doctor.” After Dr. Balls left, Weevil turned to glare at his husband. “Why didn’t you tell me that I’m capable of getting pregnant, dino brain?”

“Yeah, about that…” Rex scratched his nose. “When I first visited this doctor, he told me that all male shapeshifters are intersex. But they each have their own unique heat cycles, depending on what they can change into. Yours just aren’t as frequent as mine.”

“...Humph.”

“I’m sorry, Weeves, are you mad? You still want to keep the baby, don’t you?”

“Oh, I’ll keep the baby, all right. But you better treat me to bee larvae whenever I ask for it.”

“Yay!” Amber gave her father a happy hug. “I’m going to be a big sister!”

“Indeed you are,” spoke a middle-aged woman in scrubs, who had just entered the room.

“What? Mother?” Weevil didn’t expect to see Camellia come out of nowhere. “What are you doing here?”

“Grandma!” Amber ran to Camellia to give her a hug too.

“I’m just getting some shadowing hours, that’s all,” Camellia spoke as she hugged her granddaughter back. “After seeing what Rex went through during his pregnancy, I’ve decided that I want to become an obstetrician.”

“That’s great! Congratulations!”

Rex’s smile turned upside down when Camellia turned on the T.V., and the first thing that came on was a replay of Weevil’s now-infamous regionals victory.

“It’s hard to believe that Rex Raptor used to lose so much back in the day,” one of the Duel Monster Channel’s announcers spoke over a still of Rex’s face in defeat. “But now that he’s won a championship against Spinos Saurus, I think he’ll reach his former fame once again.”

“Oooh!” Amber had never seen this duel of her parents in their teen years. “Is that you, Papa?”

Rex facepalmed. “Yeah, yeah, that’s your Papa, all right.”

“So have you learned to use strategy since then, dino brain?”

“Nah. Strategies are for dweebs and bug boys.” Rex held tightly onto Weevil’s hand. “And I’m so proud to be married to a man who’s both of them.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

The doctor interrupted this conversation, coming in with a few papers. “Okay, Mr. Raptor, here are your antiemetic prescriptions. I’m also going to schedule your 20-week ultrasound. As you know, not only will we be able to search for abnormalities, but we can also determine the sex of your baby.”

Weevil had just recalled what Phuckdis said right when future Amber was “supposed” to kill the bug duelist. “Oh, there won’t be a need for that second one. I already know that I’m carrying a boy.”

“You… You sure?” Camellia asked.

“I’m willing to bet my deck on it.”

“Then how are you supposed to beat me, bug boy?” spoke a voice from the adjacent hospital bed.

“Whoa!” Rex turned around to see Mai laying on that bed, with Joey by her side. “Again with the coincidental meetings, Joey?”

“Great, just the person I wanted to see…” Weevil felt another wave of nausea about to hit him, and clutched his gut tighter.

“Hey!” Amber ran over to Joey. “Now look what you did to Daddy!”

“Ehehehe…” Joey waved a nervous hand. “Hey.”

“...I know you! You’re that big meanie who took Papa’s Red-Eyes Black Dragon and Daddy’s Insect Queen, aren’t you?”

“Amber!”

Amber ignored her mother. “Someday, I’m going to beat you and get them back! You’ll see!” She stuck her tongue out at Joey. “You big buttmunch!”

“Okay, Amber, that’s enough,” Rex laughed as he picked up his daughter.

“I suppose our rivalry never really will die, will it?” Joey laughed back, then turned to talk to Amber. “Amber, you’re a very smart kid. I’d love to duel you someday.”

“...” Amber only pouted in response. “Okay, but you’re going to be bug juice.”

Weevil smiled, as he always did when his daughter used catch phrases from both of her parents. “So what brings you here, Joey?”

“Well…” Mai sat upright. “I’m almost done with my degree, and I moved to this university for the upper-level courses. I started feeling sick on my way to class today, so Joey escorted me to the clinic. And… it turns out I’m pregnant. With triplets, if I might add.”

“And if you couldn’t tell, I’m the dad!” Joey proclaimed proudly.

“Of course, this idiot got the whole ‘marry first, have kids later’ thing backwards.” Mai rolled her eyes. “He only got the courage to propose to me yesterday.”

“Touché,” replied Weevil.

“Soooo.” Rex waggled his eyebrows at Joey. “Looks like Weeves and I weren’t the only ones busy making babies on my wedding night.”

“Hehehehe...” Joey chuckled nervously. “And what a coincidence that Mai and Weevil will probably give birth on the same day.”

“Then maybe you should be the ‘godparents’ of our son.” Weevil was only half-joking.

“You know what I think would be cool?” Rex stepped forward and started making grand gestures. “If we had one bed over here and another one over here. Weeves and Mai can be in the same delivery room. That way, we can all witness each other’s kids’ births.”

“I’m down for that!” Mai appeared to agree with Joey.

“I dunno…” Weevil’s eyebrow twitched when he looked at Joey. “Not sure I want to be anywhere near this sasquatch when I experience the most awful pain of my life.”

“Actually, that can be arranged,” Dr. Balls cut in. “It’s more common than you think for friends or their spouses to give birth together.”

“Good to know.” Weevil groaned slightly as he got out of bed. “Well, I’ve got a final paper to write for biochemistry, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Weeves, take it easy!” Rex helped Weevil out of the bed until he was confident he could walk on his own. “It would suck if you threw up all over your expensive laptop - or all over this floor - now wouldn’t it?”

“So I’ll see you again in nine weeks?” Dr. Balls patted Weevil on the shoulder, giving him the ultrasound pictures on his way out.

“You bet.”

“Fantastic. Now, no dueling or other strenuous activities until your second trimester, understood?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Weevil bowed on his way to the nearby pharmacy, giving a congratulations nod to Joey and Mai. He didn’t feel nauseated at the moment, but still felt muscle soreness from his morning sickness bout. While waiting for his antiemetic medications to be made, he rubbed his belly, speaking to the unborn child in there. “So help me Ra, if I ruin my entire semester’s work because of you, you’ll be sorry.”

“That’s not very nice!” Rex used a much more caring tone with their future child, patting Weevil’s belly at the same time. “Don’t listen to your mom; he’s just cranky. Final exams and all that.”

“It’s weird how I’m the mom this time around… So, we can get each other pregnant.” Even with his antiemetics now in hand, Weevil didn’t yet feel like getting up from the pharmacy’s small sofa.

“Hey, Weevil?”

“Yeah, Rex?”

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could, like, get each other pregnant at the same time?”

“Hahaha!” Weevil refrained from laughing too loudly, out of fear of exacerbating his morning sickness again. But now he felt like getting up, and held Amber by the hand. “Yeah, right. The stars would have to align perfectly for us to be in heat at the exact same time. Oh, and Rex?”

“Yeah, Weevil?”

“You owe me ¥2000 if the child I’m carrying is a boy.”

“Naw, that’s no good. You’ll owe me ¥3000 if it’s a girl.”

“Then it’s on!”

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~02 March 2007, 11:00~

“Hmm!” Dr. Balls looked closer at the 2D. “Well, Mr. Raptor, I’ll be. You guessed right; you are carrying your first son. And he’s a perfectly healthy lad, he is.”

“Ha!” Weevil turned to smirk at Rex. “What’d I tell you? Now pay up.”

“Grr, whatever…” Rex forked over three ¥1000 bills. “Seeing as how we’re married and share most of our finances, this is kind of pointless.”

“Wait a second…” Dr. Balls probed around a bit more after he switched the ultrasound to 4D mode. “Hmm, very interesting!”

“Wh-What, is there something wrong with my baby?” Weevil stammered.

“No, no, it’s just… I’ve had many male shapeshifter patients, some of them insect shifters. But… none of them had a cocoon around their baby.”

“Are you serious?” Weevil looked at the ultrasound, and sure enough, his unborn son had not only tiny moth antennae and wings, but a thin moth cocoon keeping him warm. “It’s like… my body literally is the Cocoon of Evolution. I’m totally digging it.”

“Aww!” Amber kissed Weevil’s growing baby bump. “Hi there, baby brother. I can’t wait to meet you!”

“And I’m totally not. ” Even in his married life, Rex had not quite gotten used to insects.

“Since the two of you will complete your doctorate work at the university, you’re more than welcome to give birth here,” Dr. Balls informed his patient while rummaging through files on his tablet. “Especially if you and Rex plan to teach at this university someday. Now, let’s see… Your due date is July 20th. A day before your own birthday, if memory serves.”

“Yeah, well, you know that whole thing about most people not giving birth on their due dates? I get the vibe I won’t. And with any luck, Mai won’t either.”

“The important thing is that the both of you have healthy pregnancies, yeah?” Dr. Balls began to pack a few items for Weevil. “By chance, Rex, do you still have the fetal doppler from your pregnancy?”

“Of course. I couldn’t just part with the damn thing.”

“Splendid! And, as always, feel free to call if and when you need something. Good day now!”

“Good day.” With that, Weevil blocked the incoming sun from his eyes, and without looking, he knew a bee had just landed on his finger. “Say, Rex? Can we stop by somewhere really quick before lunch? I just got an idea.”

“Sure! Where, exactly?” Rex spoke with Amber sitting upon his shoulders.

“I want to visit my old home. You know, the one I haven’t set foot into in nearly four years.”

“Whatever for?” Rex couldn’t believe that Weevil would ever want to go to the home he was mercilessly abused in.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“Argh, I’m not that patient, you know!”

“Careful.” Weevil pointed to Amber as the small family crossed the street. “You’ve got a toddler on your shoulders.”

Before Rex could think of a comeback to that, he heard a middle-aged man’s voice suddenly call out from underneath him. “Change? You got spare change, young man?”

“Huh?” Rex looked down to see a raggedy man in a group of other homeless people. “Sorry, but I don’t carry cash on me.”

“Is it…?” The homeless man got up to get a better look at Weevil. “Could you be…?”

“Hey!” Rex put Amber down and instantly got defensive of Weevil. “Leave my husband alone, you freak!”

“No, hun, it’s okay.” Weevil stopped Rex from throwing any punches. “I know this man.”

“Weeves?” Rex couldn’t understand why Weevil, of all people, would want to take time out of his busy day to talk to a group of homeless people.

“So what happened?” Weevil asked.

“It turns out that I couldn’t keep The Underwood Company afloat. Not only were we about to file for bankruptcy, but all my employees revolted. Now I’m stuck here, depending on the goodwill of others just to have something to eat.”

“And they revolted because of how horribly you treated them, didn’t they? You know that maid Adelaide you abused, just because she was being kind to me? She’s working on her business degree now and wants to take over the company - under a new name, of course. In fact, my family and I were just on our way to visit the old Underwood house. Oh, and just so you know, your ex-wife is going to be an obstetrician soon. Not even your horrific abuse of her could stop her from achieving her dreams.” Weevil held his baby bump protectively. “Or mine.”

“Adelaide and Camellia are…” The homeless man knelt and cried. “And you…?”

“I can’t believe I’ve wasted my time talking to you. I have better things to do with my time. I hope that you suffer for the remainder of your days, and that karma is an utter bitch to you.” Weevil got one last look at the homeless man. “Goodbye, Roach Underwood.”

“Daddy, who is this creepy guy?” Amber looked at the homeless man curiously, still unaware of just who he was or what he had done.

“That’s just it - a creepy guy.” Weevil gestured for Amber to grab his hand. “Come along, Amber, there’s something I want you to see.”

“Weeves… That man we met, is he…?” Rex tried to say as Weevil rang the doorbell to the Underwood mansion; surprisingly, the exterior was rather well-kept.

“Yes. He is.”

Rex didn’t need to hear anything more, and didn’t want to dwell on what he knew was a prickly subject. So instead he commented on how nice Weevil’s childhood home looked like on the inside.

“Is that…?” One of Weevil’s old butlers noticed his former master’s presence.

“You can let him in!” Adelaide called from a far-off room. “It’s Master Weevil!”

“Master Weevil, you have returned!” Several maids and butlers flocked the entrance of the home, giving Weevil lots of hugs.

“Oh, I never thought I’d see the day!” a maid cried. “You look just like Madame Camellia!”

“Guys, guys, take it easy!” Weevil showed off his baby bump after everyone had stopped. “I’m not a little kid anymore; I have my own family now.”

“‘Sup!” Rex waved. “I’m Weevil’s husband, Rex Raptor. And this is our daughter, Ambrosia Camellia Ptera Raptor.”

“How do you do?” Amber curtsied with her sun dress.

“Oh-ho!” Adelaide chuckled. “You’ve raised a fine young lady already. Not to mention you’ve given her a pretty middle name. Well, now that you’re here, what can I do for you? Some lunch, perhaps?”

“Before we get to that, I want to show Amber a little something. By chance, is my childhood greenhouse still here?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. It’s the only room in the mansion that has remained untouched by the renovations.”

“R-Really?” Weevil didn’t expect that response from Adelaide.

“Yes, really! Feel free to check it out for as long as you like before lunch.”

“Thank you! Come on, guys, come see!” Weevil sounded far more excited than either Rex or Amber. He cried tears of joy upon arrival, and stopped to smell a hibiscus flower. “It… looks just like I remember!”

“What’s so exciting about a bunch of plants?” Rex didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t all too interested in looking at a bunch of plants.

“Yes, we’ve got the best plants ever, but there’s something even better. Something that’s made me into the duelist I am today.” Weevil allowed a moth caterpillar from the hibiscus flower to crawl on his finger, and showed it to Amber. “Amber, this is a baby Acherontia lachesis , or the greater death’s head hawkmoth.”

“It looks just like your Petit Moth, Daddy!” Amber let the caterpillar crawl on her finger too. “It’s sooooo cute! Ooh!” A pink butterfly landed on Amber’s nose, causing the toddler to sneeze.

“You just sneezed off Greta oto, or the glasswing butterfly.”

“It’s so pretty!” Amber laughed, wanting to play with every little insect that touched her. “Can I stay here forever? Pretty please, Daddy? I wanna learn more about your beautiful bugs!”

“Wish we could, but Auntie Adelaide is gonna have lunch ready soon. But you can play here until then.”

“Hooray!” And with that, Amber ran off with the hawkmoth caterpillar still in her hand.

“Should you really be letting our toddler play with a creepy crawler called ‘death’s head hawkmoth?’” Rex raised an eyebrow.

“Spoken like a dino brain who doesn’t know jack diddly squat about insects.”

“Well, at least it’s good to know how you became an insect duelist.” Rex hugged his husband from behind as he watched their daughter play in the greenhouse. He let his hand drop to Weevil’s baby bump.

“She looks just like me when I was little. If it wasn’t for this greenhouse, I… I don’t know where I’d be today.” Weevil placed his hand on top of Rex’s. “I wonder if I can get our son to love insects, too.”

“So…” Rex laced his fingers with Weevil’s. “Speaking of our little boy, what do you think we should name him?”

Thinking about his adventures in San Francisco with Rex seven years ago, and how they deepened their bond there, it didn’t take Weevil long to think of an answer. “I want our son to be named Francis Bakura Raptor.”

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #mpreg #fanfiction #HOLY SHIT I'M DONE

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inkwell1013 · 4 years ago

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Uncle Tony - MCU

Pairing: Tony Stark & Peter Parker (familial), MJ & Peter, Ned & Peter (both platonic), Tony Stark / Pepper Potts (background)

Genre: Oneshot, hurt/comfort, angst, found family, a little fluff at the end.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Death of a parent (referenced).

Summary: Something about Tony reminds Peter a lot of his uncle and all the memories, good and bad, that he associates with him. Even after everything their relationship has been through, it only takes one slip of the tongue to ruin everything. Tony has never been good with kids, but he is determined to help the boy he sees as his son, even if it means making himself vulnerable.

Notes: I have this head canon that Peter sees Tony more as an uncle than a father figure, because he's never had a father that he remembers and instead associates fatherly people with his uncle. Thus, this fic was born. I hope you enjoy!

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Tony fetched a cup of coffee from the machine, getting ready to pull another all-nighter. It was a bad habit - he knew that - but one that he was having trouble kicking. If Pepper were here, she would give him a lecture about how staying up all night was bad for his health and drag him off to bed, but she was on a work trip so he was free to do whatever unhealthy things he wanted.

While he was waiting for the machine to relinquish its delicious contents, he took a quick glance out the window. It was starting to go dark. How long had he and Peter been working for? It only felt like a little while but had probably been a lot longer.

Working with Peter was a fun experience, all things considered. He was always coming up with new ideas and different ways of looking at things, making him an asset to Stark Industries.

And strangely enough, Tony didn’t mind his presence.

He had never been good with children – most of his interactions with them ended with somebody bursting into tears and a disappointed frown from Pepper – but Peter was easy to get along with. He was the exception to the rule.

The machine dispensed the coffee and Tony picked up the mug. Faded paint spelled out the letters ‘Fe’ followed by the word ‘man’, a statement halfway between a pun and an inside joke. He was a little annoyed that the paint was already wearing away; the mug wasn’t even that old.

Peter had given it to Tony for his birthday a few months prior. He had looked so proud as he handed it over, that Tony had to use it. As much as he hated to admit it, he found the joke amusing.

Tony went back into the lab, and found Peter asleep at one of the workbenches. He looked so peaceful that Tony almost didn’t want to wake him. Regardless, he gave Peter a small shake, causing him to stir.

‘Five more minutes,” grumbled Peter, making Tony smirk. He was such a kid.

“Come on Peter,” said Tony. “You’ve got to get home or May will have my neck. Have you got your things?” Peter gave a little nod, as he fetched his backpack from underneath the table.

“I’ll walk you to the lift.”

It was quiet in the hallways, which Tony expected. Most of his employees had gone home hours ago. And here he was, walking through the deserted corridors with a random fifteen-year-old, who really should have been home hours ago as well. He had no idea why May let Peter stay so late.

“Do you want a ride home?” he offered. “Happy can drive you. It’s what I pay him to do after all.”

“Nah, I’ll just walk. It’s not that late.”

Tony’s mouth twitched halfway into a frown. “Okay,” he relented. “But make sure you look both ways before you cross the road, stay on well-lit streets and hurry straight home. New York isn’t the safest place to be at night. Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”

“I can handle it Uncle Ben,” scoffed Peter. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” He pressed the button to call the lift. His movements screeched to a halt as he realized what had come tumbling out of his mouth.

He stared at Tony with wide eyes, scarcely moving a millimeter. Tony was similarly frozen in place, as he waited for his brain to catch up with him. Before he had quite figured out what had happened, Peter bolted down the corridor. Tony could do nothing but run after him.

Peter blinked back tears, as he slammed open the door to the lab. He grabbed a beaker from the cupboard and threw in some chemicals – not really caring what reactions might take place. He just needed to do something with his hands, something familiar. Something reassuring. He had no idea what he could do or what to say to fix this colossal fuck up. All he could fall back on was what he knew, which was science.

Science never lied.

Science was absolute.

Science made sense.

And it wouldn’t leave him like everyone else had.

Tony grabbed ahold of Peter’s arm. “It’s okay that you’re upset but you need to—”

Peter tightened his grip on the beaker and pulled his arm from Tony’s grasp. “I’m not upset. I’m fine,” he gritted.

“Come on kid. You’re doing biochemistry. You always do biochemistry when you’re upset.”

“I’M NOT UPSET!” roared Peter, slamming the beaker down on the workbench.

“You’re going to break that,” said Tony. “Why don’t you put it down so we can talk this out?”

Peter shook his head.

Tony sighed. “At least put on some goggles if you’re going to stress science.”

“I don’t stress science,” snapped Peter, continuing through the motions of his experiment.

“Don’t lie to me,” said Tony. “You always do this when you’re upset and I get it – I do the same thing. When Steve and I had our big fight, I stress solved physics equations for a week straight. Pepper tells me that I was found by a cleaner, unconscious and half draped across the lab table. I had been subsisting solely on coffee – not eating or sleeping either – whilst working on an unsolvable physics problem. I had to be hospitalized for three weeks to recover.”

Peter paused. “But did you solve it?” he asked.

“That’s not the point. I was hurting myself. I think, deep down, I believed I deserved the pain. I blamed myself for everything that had happened, even when it was out of my control. It was a way to punish myself.”

Tony couldn’t believe he was unloading his trauma onto a fifteen-year-old. Way to go douchebag.

“I’m sorry kid,” he said. “I know it feels like no one understands but… you’re not alone.”

Peter gave him a long glance, setting down the beaker. “It was my fault,” he muttered.

“Uncle Ben died because of me. I was mad at him for… something - I can’t remember what – and I ran away. I just wanted him to feel bad, I wasn’t planning on staying out that long. He texted me a couple times, just wanting me to come home, you know? But I ignored him. He kept telling me that it was dangerous and that I would get hurt, but I insisted that I wasn’t a little kid anymore and if he really cared he would come and find me.

“He… He was murdered. He came to find me just like I wanted him to, and this guy shot him – just pulled out his gun and killed him. If I hadn’t run away like that, it never would have happened.”

Tony was startled. He knew that Peter’s uncle had died, but he didn’t know it had happened like this. Crap. What could he do? What could he say? How could he fix this?

He found himself wishing that Pepper were there. She would know what to do. She always knew what to do. But he was the only person Peter had right now, so he would have to do his best.

“Kid, that wasn’t your fault,” he said, “You couldn’t have known it would happen. It was out of your control.”

Peter went silent, choosing his next words carefully. “I think I’m scared history is going to repeat itself,” he said. “I’m scared I’m going to lose you too.”

Tony couldn’t resist the urge to hold Peter tight. “I can’t promise nothing bad will happen to me and I know the universe can be cruel, but I plan to be around for a long time. I’m going to do my best to be here for you, from now until you no longer need me.”

Somehow, being this kid’s mentor turned him into Shakespeare. If only his ninth grade English teacher could see him now.

Peter buried his head into Tony’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to stay over?” offered Tony. “I could text May and ask her to bring over some pajamas and some clean clothes for tomorrow. It could be like a sleepover.”

God, he sounds pathetic. What kind of kid would want to have a sleepover with a grown ass man, much less him? He was being ridiculous. This was a stupid idea anyway. Peter would never-

“Can Ned and MJ come?”

Tony smiled. “As long as it’s okay with their parents.”

Ned and MJ arrived fifteen minutes later, and changed into their pajamas in the bathroom. Everyone settled down on the couch and Peter flicked through some channels until he found reruns of some shitty sci-fi show from the nineties. In a stroke of genius (those only seemed to be getting more and more frequent these days), Tony decided to order pizza.

They ended up watching the show into the early hours of the morning. Peter had fallen asleep on Tony’s shoulder and Tony didn’t have the heart to move him, much to Ned and MJ’s amusement. Because of this, they had both ended up sleeping on the couch. MJ and Ned woke up of their own accord, and got themselves ready for school. Once the sun peeked over the horizon, Tony knew he’d have to wake Peter or he would be late.

He gave him a little nudge and Peter stirred. “Uncle Ben?” he mumbled. “What time is it?”

“It’s not Ben,” replied Tony. “It’s me. And its seven thirty. You’ve got to get ready for school.”

Peter groaned and threw himself back down onto the sofa. “But it’s so early and I’m so tired.”

“You were the one who insisted we all stay up for the finale,” retorted Tony. Peter rolled his eyes, but smirked nevertheless. “Come on, rise and shine,” said Tony.

“Come on!” shouted MJ from the other room. “Get up already or we’ll be late.”

Peter grumbled every step of the way, but did eventually comply. Right before he left, Peter turned to him and said meekly, “I’ll see you after school Uncle Tony.” He left with his friends just shy of eight o’clock, with barely enough time to catch the bus to school, leaving Tony to mull over his words.

Tony never thought he’d be an uncle, biological or otherwise.

#mcu #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #angst #uncle ben's still dead #but he died differently because reasons #peter parker & tony stark #familial #inkwell writes

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stainandscribble · 5 years ago

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Espresso

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho) / Reader ft. EXO

Genre: Coffee Shop AU; fluff; one shot

Summary: It’s not every day that Junmyeon finds someone crying inside his coffee shop. It isn’t everyday that you find yourself crying inside Black Pearl either, but it is midterm week, and you had just spilled your coffee onto your biochemistry notes, and now you can’t tell any of the amino acids apart.

A/N: The chemistry puns are not mine. I got them from the internet.

Word Count: 4821

You watched in slow motion as the coffee you knocked over spilt all over your biochemistry notes, the ink bleeding so that not a single word could be told apart. It wasn’t like you could salvage any of the notes anyway now. The hot beverage had soaked through the stack of papers, and your friend laughed as you picked one up and watched the paper disintegrate.

That was the last straw for you. Midterms had you stressed and working three times as hard, as usual, to get through all the material on time, and you had three hours of sleep in the past 36 hours. You did the only thing your tired brain knew how to do- started crying. Sylvia laughed louder, helping out Jongin who came over to you to clean up the mess.

Sylvia continued laughing as Jongin, who was her friend from back home, brought back some cloths to soak up the spillage. He had been nice the whole time, giving you shy smiles as he chatted with your friend.

“It’s okay Jongin. Don’t worry about it. She’s just stressed.” She told him, glancing at the crestfallen look on your face as you sat there helplessly, staring at your destroyed notes.

“Call me if you need anything.” Jongin told both of you, flashing a bright smile that was aimed more towards your friend than at you.

“How are you feeling?” Sylvia asked you, her laughing fit was over, and she looked concerned for you. Your eyes were still red from crying, and your cheeks were still damp. It wasn’t your best look, but it wasn’t your best day either.

“Not good.” You answered, voice still muffled from the stress-induced crying.

“All my work is ruined.” You wailed, pulling out your laptop from your bag, along with your textbook, which was way too fat and weighed almost two kilograms.

“You had most of that memorised anyway. Don’t worry too much about it.” She told you, pulling out her own art notes.

Jongin returned to your table, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Do you want anything?” He asked, taking a glance back at his co-workers, who returned his smiles, as they watched him to do whatever they had sent him to do in the first place.

“Get me a Vienna.” Sylvia told him, smiling at him as she looked up from her notes. He gave her a sweet smile in return, before turning to you.

“Can I have a double espresso?” You asked a little sheepish. You had, just a moment ago burst into tears right in front of him. The fact that he was now offering something for free was making you feel a little embarrassed.

“Espresso and Vienna coming right up.” He told both of you, and just as he was about to leave, Sylvia looked up from her notes, with an urgency swirling in her eyes.

“Can I get two slices of pumpkin pie as well?” She asked, smiling up at Jongin, twirling a loose strand of hair in between her fingers.

“Sure.”

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“Hi Junmyeon!” Chanyeol greeted his older friend from the counter. The older one has been away to their new branch and had just come back. His eyes scanned over his café, eyes landing on Jongin who was currently cleaning up a spillage on one of the back tables. That was not what caught his attention though. One of the women sitting at the table was helping him clean up, laughing a little too loud, while the other one was weeping quietly, looking down at the coffee-soaked pile of paper, as it fell apart in her friend’s hands.

“Midterms.” Chanyeol told him, sipping on an espresso.

“I understand.” Junmyeon patted him on the back, brows set in a deep frown. He watched Jongin come back to them in silence, a slight smile on his lips, and a bundle of dirty tea towels in his hands.

“What happened?” Junmyeon asked as Jongin approached, eyes trained on the table behind him, on the girl with the tear-stained cheeks and a deep frown.

“Y/N spilt coffee all over her amino acids notes.” Jongin told him, and the use of the customer’s first name startled him a little at first, and he wanted to reprimand the younger one for doing it so casually.

“That’s it?” He asked instead, looking a little surprised, albeit relieved it wasn’t something more serious, and that the shop was not involved.

“She was so stressed, and sleep-deprived she broke down in tears.” Jongin explained, compassion swirling in his brown eyes, mixed with amusement since you were his friend too.

“You know her?” Chanyeol asked, he knew that Jongin could be quite shy, so him knowing two random customers was a little surprising.

“Her friend is from my hometown.” The younger one began to explain, and Junmyeon relaxed a little, seeing from the corner of his eye that the girl had calmed down and was now quietly arguing with her friend. He could hear the quiet whispers of “it’s not funny.” If he focused enough and watching the girl indigently pull out her laptop, and work on it instead, was quite amusing indeed.

“Does you want another coffee?” He offered since Jongin knew them. It wouldn't hurt them if two coffees were on the house.

“Are you offering something for free?” Chanyeol snorted, and Jongin had to keep himself from laughing at the presumption.

“She is your friend.”

“Go before I change my mind.”

He watched from the corner of his eyes as Jongin chatted with the two girls, happy that the one who was crying had visibly relaxed now. He had also found it a little comical, how right after you stopped crying, you proceeded to pull out your laptop and recommence work again. He thought one would need a little more time to recuperate and maybe take a breather. Apparently, you did not, as you proceeded to begin typing frantically, all the while still brushing away stray tears.

Junmyeon shook his head, leaving the mess that was currently happening in the café, to go to the backroom and sort out through the newest delivery of coffee beans and other food items.

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A few days had passed, and so did midterms. Y/N felt like a new woman and had no doubt you looked like one when you walked into Black Pearl. Last time you had been here you were a crying mess, wearing your worst clothes, because that was all that was clean that week, and had not slept for two days. Today you were well-rested, smiling and wearing your better clothes. You definitely felt brand new.

“Can I get an espresso?”

“Sure.” Junmyeon answered, smiling, as Jongin behind him started making the coffee. He looked up from the till, ready to give the woman the price, but instead of a stranger, his eyes met someone vaguely familiar.

“Do I know you?” He asked, standing a little straighter to give a good impression of himself in case the woman was in fact, a stranger, and he would have to awkwardly apologise.

“You might know my friend. She is friends with Jongin.” You answered, your voice carrying a cheerful lilt. Junmyeon had barely been able to recognise you now. You looked completely different from the young woman he had watched cry over spilt coffee a few days prior.

“Oh, you must be Y/N.” He said, his eyes, the colour of coffee, were sparkling, and he noticed that he smelt like coffee after sorting through the deliveries with Minseok all morning.

“How did you know?” You asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Jongin mentioned you a couple of times before.” Your eyes widened in slight alarm, worried about what Jongin could have said about you to his colleagues, or worse yet, that he was there to witness your little episode form a few days back.

“We do hang out a lot.” Junmyeon watched you nod, confirming it more to yourself than to him, and he let out a little laugh, wanting to put you at ease. You had looked more relaxed when you entered, and now you looked almost equally as stressed as you had last time he saw you.

Wanting you to relax a little, Junmyeon came up with a great idea, at least great according to him. He wanted to make you laugh, hoping that would put you at ease again. He quickly scribbled something on a napkin.

“Here.” He said, once Jongin handed him a steaming cup of espresso, and he handed it to you, slipping the folded napkin onto the saucer.

“Thanks.” You said, smiling at him, and Junmyeon though you looked quite pretty. Scratch that, he thought you were stunning, smiling at him with flushed cheeks and rosy lips.

“What’s your name?” You asked, and only then it hit him that he had not introduced himself and that he was also not wearing a name badge. He didn’t even have one.

“Junmyeon.” He answers and extended a hand over the counter for you to shake. You did so, still smiling. Junmyeon liked how your small hand fit in his larger one, and how warm it was, despite the cooling weather outside.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, before letting go, and Junmyeon had to remember to breathe for a second when you flashed him another blinding smile.

“I’ll see you around.” You turned to the back of the sitting area, walking into the furthest corner, ready to continue with your work.

“See you!” Junmyeon called after you, as Jongin snickered behind him.

A few minutes later, he could hear the quiet sound of your laughter as you read what he had written on the napkin.

“What is the chemical formula of coffee? CoFe2.” He had scribbled, hoping the bad coffee pun would make you laugh, and it obviously had, seeing as you were laughing. Content with your reaction, Junmyeon went back to work.

“Was that the girl bawling her eyes out on Wednesday?” Junmyeon asked Jongin in disbelief, his brain not being able to put the two as the same person. Today you had been so cheerful, it was almost unrecognisable.

“Yeah.” Jongin laughed, patting his older friend on the back.

“She is pretty, right?” He prompted Junmyeon, wanting to see his friend’s reaction.

“Yeah.” Junmyeon said, still looking at the corner of the room.

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Once you were back in your apartment Sylvia and Jongin had pestered you about Junmyeon, laughing at your first meeting. Jongin had told you that yes, Junmyeon did see you bawling your eyes out on Wednesday. Sylvia had a good laugh at your expanse, again, before cuddling up to you as Jongin continued his story. When he mentioned that Junmyeon had called you pretty after you sat down, it had brought a new flash of red to your cheeks.

“That was embarrassing.” You muttered feeling the heat coming from your face.

“It was funny.” Sylvia told you, and Jongin had agreed. His bright smile and subtle encouragements made you feel a lot better than Sylvia's laughing did. You knew she meant well though, because she offered to spy on him, which made you laugh, but it also made you question her. You knew her, too well in fact, and you wondered if she would actually do it. She did spy for you on a couple dates before.

“Is he cute though?” She asked, now more concerned about your feelings than the hilarity of the situation.

“Maybe.” You blushed again, remembering his soft brown eyes, dark like espresso and the fragrance of fresh coffee that mixed with his cologne. Jongin always smelled of coffee too, but Junmyeon smelled different. Muskier.

Your friends poked at you, pulling you out of your thoughts and your embarrassment.

“Oh, stop it!” You huffed before the three of you resumed watching the movie you had paused to gossip.

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You had been going to Black Pearl regularly over the last few weeks. During that time, you and Junmyeon had started talking, exchanging small talk whilst waiting for coffee, talking about the business side of Black Pearl. You had bonded over complaining about Jongin's teasing. This morning was no different, you walked into Black Pearl, the warmth of the coffee shop enveloped you in a sweet-smelling bubble. Junmyeon stood at the counter, chatting with Minseok, who was bustling about behind him, putting in new syrups and bags of custom coffee blends. Junmyeon had told you they had recently started selling Minseok's custom blends, and it had greatly boosted their profits over the last month. He had been pretty excited about that. You stood in front of the counter, waiting patiently for their conversation to end, and you waved at Minseok just as he left to go back into the back room.

“Hey, can I get,” you started, but was cut off.

“An espresso?” Junmyeon finished for you, a teasing lilt in his voice. His dark eyes shone when he gazed into yours, and you could smell his cologne through the warm aroma of brewing coffee that spread through the whole shop.

“Yeah.” You nodded, tilting your head to the side, surveying him as he looked down at you with a small smile on his lips as he leaned across the counter, inching his body closer to yours.

“How did you know?” You asked, and he smiled a little wider, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You order the same coffee every day.” He told you, and you laughed. Partially because of your predictability, partially because you had not noticed until now.

“I have an addiction.” You laughed, and Junmyeon looked down at you, oozing casual confidence, as his espresso coloured eyes warmed with his smile.

“And I am here to facilitate it.” He answered, handing you an espresso Baekhyun had just finished making.

“Hey Y/N!” He tried to get your attention. If only he knew that you had not stopped giving it to him.

“What did one charged atom say to the other?” Junmyeon’s face was completely blank, but you could see in his eyes that he was about to burst. The ghost of a laugh crinkled the corners of his eyes, making them twinkle. It also pulled at the corners of his lips, which he could barely keep from smiling.

“I've got my ion you.” You answered, a smile playing on your lips, and your heart soared when the bubbling laugh ripped from his chest as evidence of his happiness. Little did you know, Junmyeon’s heart was soaring too, because you had spent the last minutes looking at him, smiling, all the while unaware of the way his heart beat against the cage of his ribs, oblivious to the slight blush dusting his cheeks.

“Enjoy.” He told you, and you took your coffee, much to the happiness of the students behind you, sending Junmyeon flirtatious gazes over your shoulder; which he had ignored the whole time in favour of meeting your own.

“Thanks, Junmyeon.” You waved before going out the door.

“Bye Y/N!” He waved at you, still smiling, eyes following your figure until he could no longer see you.

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You had just come back from Black Pearl, coffee in hand when Sylvia had run to you, out of the Student Library.

“What did you get on the exam?” She asked, linking her arm with yours. A knowing smile stretched across her pink lips when she spotted the cup in your hands and the faint smile that still ghosted over you lips.

“An A.” You told her, sipping on the hot bitter liquid.

“What was the point of being so stressed? I barely scraped a pass.” She whined, tugging you towards your next lecture.

“And whose fault is that?” You chastised, although the amused glint in your eyes gave you away, causing her to smile at you.

“Only my own.” She put her hand over her heart, tugging you towards the entrance of the building. You laughed with her.

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Lectures were over, and you were back in Black Pearl, this time with Sylvia. She had begged you to come with her, and you relented, knowing that she wanted to see Jongin. It wasn’t a well-kept secret that she had a crush on him. In fact, you didn’t like calling it a crush. It was something more sophisticated. It was something mutual, a fact that only you were privy to.

“Hey, Jongin!” She called out, being the first to enter Black Pearl. When Jongin’s eyes fell on her, he smiled, eyes turning into crescents as his cheeks puffed out.

“Espresso and a Vienna?” He asked, leaning over the counter to be a little closer to Sylvia, something you noticed instantly, and something you thought Junmyeon and Sehun also noticed.

“How did you know?” Sylvia asked teasingly, leaning forward to meet him, smiling brightly.

“I read your mind.” Jongin told her, and she scrunched her nose, shaking her head lightly.

“Get a room.” Sehun muttered from behind the coffee press, and you could not help the snort that escaped you. Jongin handed you an espresso and a slice of pumpkin pie, giving you a wink and mumbling something about Sylvia looking pretty. You giggled at their childishness. Your eyes turned to Junmyeon. He was sitting on one of the empty tables, having a coffee as he read some economic paper. He rose his eyebrows in greeting, before gesturing to you to come over.

“How did exams go?” He asked, and you felt like you were sitting with your studies advisor, rather than a friend. His serious aura and unamused eyes made him look older than he was, and the suit he was wearing today, pristine and ironed to perfection, made him look exquisite. Not like you would ever admit that.

“I passed.” You nodded, feeling a little sheepish, although still proud.

“That’s good.” He nodded, sipping on an espresso, as he lay down the paper he had been reading.

“I remember my own college days. I was equally stressed as you.” He told you, smiling wistfully as his eyes scanned the Black Pearl.

“How did you relax?” You asked him, hoping for a holy grail of information- a golden undiscovered nugget. You were hoping to join in on a secret. Junmyeon always seemed relaxed, like he knew was he was doing. He seemed at ease. You envied and admired it in equal measure.

“I had a good cup of coffee and a slice of cake.” He spoke after a moment, completely serious. You could see the joke in his eyes, flickering like a flame behind his brown orbs. You laughed.

“Whatever you are selling, I have already bought it.” You told him, looking down at your own coffee and pie.

“Touché.” He chuckled, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table.

“What did you major in?” You ask, wondering what someone as serious and level headed as Junmyeon could have possibly studied to end up working in a café.

“Economics and Business.” He told you, and suddenly the paper he was reading made a lot more sense.

“And now you work in Black Pearl?” You asked. You thought someone with a business degree, especially someone as professional as Junmyeon, would find work in a large company, going up the ranks, earning good money. Seeing him still living in the student town, sorting through coffee beans and taking orders when one of the guys was not here, made you question his motives.

“I don’t just work in Black Pearl.” He told you, looking you in the eyes. His eyes darkened, and his lips turned up into a smirk. You squirmed slightly under his intense gaze.

“I own Black Pearl.” He spoke, and your eyes widened. You didn’t know how to respond to that. You knew he was not like Jongin or Chanyeol. Junmyeon was not in as often, and he often disappeared into the back, but you did not think of guessing he was the owner.

A little embarrassed and a little sheepish, you averted your gaze, your embarrassment eased a little by the sound of his laugh.

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A few days passed after Junmyeon told you he was the owner, you decided to come back. You sat in the corner, the sky outside was dark, and you had already finished half of your essay by the time you felt someone sit opposite you. You raised your eyes from the screen of your laptop, looking straight into Junmyeon’s brown orbs.

He smiled, his eyes closing into crescents before he greeted you.

“Here.” He said, sliding a cup of fresh coffee over the table top towards you.

“Thanks.” You muttered, feeling shyer than you had before, now that you knew what he did for a living. He gave you a polite nod, but the nervous fiddling of his fingers did not escape your notice. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Do you want to go on a date this Sunday?” He said, but this time his usual confidence was pushed to the back, and instead of the air of warm charisma, Junmyeon seemed tense. There was doubt swimming in his eyes, but there was also hope.

You smiled, and you could see his shoulders slump a little when he let out a breath.

“Will it involve cake and coffee?” You asked teasingly, looking him in the eyes.

“Do you want it to?” He asked, brows raised in question as he scanned the cup of coffee he had brought you and the half-finished piece of red velvet sitting right beside it.

“Absolutely not.” You laughed, and Junmyeon let out a sigh of relief, as he slumped in his chair, laughing lightly to himself.

“Tomorrow at six is okay for you?” He asked, and you hummed in approval. Returning to your essay, you sipped on the hot espresso, as he rose from his chair.

“See you then.” He spoke, and you barely caught the wink he sent your way as he returned to work.

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The next day, you stood in front of the local arcade. Its bright glowing sign was like the sun against the dark night sky. November had come too soon this year, and it was getting darker earlier. People went in and out of the establishment with cacophonous sound, and while the cold air nipped at your cheeks, the warmth of Junmyeon’s presence beside you kept you hot.

“You didn’t want it to be a coffee and cake date, so I thought we could do this.” He told you, his usual confidence was back, and there was no hesitation when he began steering you into the direction of the arcade.

“An arcade?” You asked, not quite believing that Junmyeon’s choice of a first day would be so student-like. In the glow of the multitude of neon signs plastered over the exterior, he looked like a college student, despite his college days being over a while ago. He seemed younger now, a little more boyish. You were a little less shy now, knowing that the feeling of infatuation was mutual.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, ready to go somewhere else, but you stopped him.

“I just didn’t expect this from you.” You told him.

“Why?” The heat of his gaze was heavy on you.

“You and Minseok are the oldest. You always have this air of maturity and responsibility when you are in Black Pearl.” You smiled lightly, diffusing any tension between you, before Junmyeon took your hand in his, walking through the arcade doors hand in hand, leaving the cold night behind you. In front of you, the flashing lights and tumult of sound enveloped you like a warm blanket.

“It’s new seeing you like this.” You faced him, squeezing his hand when you stopped just before all the games begun.

“I hope you are prepared to lose.” He laughed at you, dragging you further into the arcade.

“What first?” You asked, not focusing on any game in particular, as the onslaught of colours attacked your eyes.

“Pool?” Junmyeon asked, eyes landing at the area filled with pool tables.

“Sure.” You nodded, still holding his hand as he steered the two of you through the mass of people to find a free table.

After everything was done, you ended up sitting in a small pizza restaurant, the lighting inside was dim, but Junmyeon had insisted it was comfortable that way. He had ordered a bottle of red wine and chatted to you about the city. How long he had been here, where he was from, why he stayed. He talked of his friends, who were as good as brothers after so long. You talked to him about your hope for the future, the uncertainty of staying here if you were to not go into a master’s programme. You told him of Sylvia, and the way you became friends in your first year, and how two years later she was your closest friend.

And when the bottle of wine was finished, he hailed a cab and took you home, making sure you got into your apartment safely.

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Sitting in Black Pearl at the end of the day, Junmyeon enjoyed his cake and coffee as Chanyeol and Jongdae bickered over the last piece of the pie. Baekhyun and Jongin were playing cards, and the rest were enjoying the end of their shift, drinking coffee half asleep.

“So?” Jongin asked, and Junmyeon looked up from his red velvet, eyes wide with questions.

“So?” He mimicked, licking his spoon off the cream cheese frosting.

“Junmyeon! What do you think of her?” Jongin asked, alluding to you, as the rest of the guys stopped what they were doing, to listen to the gossip.

“I think she is wonderful.” Junmyeon answered simply, not wanting to attract unwanted attention or teasing from his friends.

“But?” Minseok asked, seeing the hesitancy in the younger man’s eyes, as they wondered over the coffee shop, not really looking at anyone.

“She doesn’t know if she will stay here, and in a year or two she can be gone.” Junmyeon told them, and Jongdae and Minseok nodded in understanding.

“You want it to last longer?” Minseok asked, curious about the girl his friend was seeing. It must be something serious since he was this hung up about the idea of her leaving.

“Of course. I’m not the type to have short flings.” He nodded, sipping on his coffee, before looking back at his oldest friend.

“I know. I’m just surprised.”

“She is a bit younger than you.” Jongin pointed out, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, thinking about the age gap that the two of them had. Four years could be a real deal breaker for some people.

“Does it matter?” Junmyeon asked as little defensively, and Chanyeol and Sehun were quick to shake their heads.

“Does it matter to you?” Jongin asked, wanting the best for both of his friends.

“No.”

“Then leave it.” He told him, patting Junmyeon on the back before getting up to clean his plate.

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A few weeks had gone by, and by the time Christmas was rolling around you were spending most of your free time between the library and Black Pearl. Date nights had become a weekly thing with Junmyeon, and he even stayed the night a couple of time, each time at your insistence. Today happened to be a snow day, and you and Junmyeon were planning on building a snow man in his garden and watching Christmas films on the couch.

You were meeting him just outside of Black Pearl, and you could already see him standing beside his car. You walked a little faster, excited to finally spend some time with him after all the exams. The ground was slippery, and you never noticed your undone shoe laces, before you went flying, right outside his car, as you slipped on the pavement.

You closed your eyes, expecting to fall onto the hard ground, but the fall never came. Instead, two strong arms wrapped themselves around you, holding you close.

“Tie your shoelaces.” Junmyeon told you. “I wouldn’t want you falling for anybody else.”

“It’s a good thing I fell for you then.” You laughed, by now used to his dad jokes.

He winked at you, before setting you safely on the ground.

You stood up on your tiptoes, looking him in the eyes, before leaning in close, pecking Junmyeon’s lips lightly. It had sent a flash of warmth through your body, and you tried snuggling a little closer, but he stopped you.

“One more.” He requested, and you obliged, letting him kiss you properly. His lips felt warm on yours, and the sweet scent of hot chocolate lingered on his work clothes, enveloping you in a blanket of warmth.

There was one thing you always knew Junmyeon was- comforting, and you were reminded of that when he brought you closer, shielding you from the winter air.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 years ago

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Caught in the Heat (Loki x Reader) - Part 4

Synopsis: Your first day in the Tower doesn’t go quite the way you expected.

Words: 1235

Warnings: none

Part one

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Your classes had passed so slowly you thought that time had stopped. You’d been distracted all through your afternoon classes, taking mostly incomprehensible notes. You’d rushed out of there the moment classes had ended, hoofing it up to the Tower.

You’d arrived, looking up at the building towering above you. Your heart had thudded, skipping a beat. You opened your mouth, then walked on, looking down at your feet. You took a deep breath and wheeled around, turning back to the building. You looked through the glass doors.

Tony Stark was standing in the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows raised. You felt your cheeks flush, looking up at him as you climbed the steps. He opened the door for you, and you shuffled past him.

“You doing okay there, short stack?” he asked.

“Fine,” you managed to squeak out.

He led you towards the desk at the front, giving you a swipe card. You looked down at it, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked back up at him.

“That’s it?” you asked.

“That’s it,” he said.

“No security check?” you asked.

“Any friend of Bruce’s is a friend of ours,” he replied, “plus I did the security check the first time you walked into the building.”

He was smiling at you. You flushed again. He tapped your card and you looked at it again.

“That’ll get you anywhere in the building,” he said, “except private rooms, the roof, and the pool.”

“There’s a pool?” you asked, looking up again.

“Absolutely. And I’m just kidding. You can go up to the pool anytime,” he said, “Bruce is waiting in the lab. Floor 14.”

You blinked at him. The thought of getting to work immediately made you want to turn tail and run. You’d been ignoring the fact you’d actually have to be working alongside one of the best minds in biochemistry. It made you terrified. You were just a kid who knew nothing. You shouldn’t be there. You were a fake.

“I’ll take you up there,” he said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

He led you into the elevator. You were sure you must look like a deer in the headlights but the Ironman had his arm around you. He pressed the button for floor 14, leaving his arm around your shoulder. You were tapping your forefinger against your thumb, trying to remove that anxious energy out of your body before you saw Bruce again.

The lift doors opened on the lab and Tony pushed you out. You stumbled over your own feet, doing your best to stay upright. Tony chuckled, walking past you.

“Hey, Bruce, I found you something interesting,” Tony called.

“If it’s your particle accelerators Pepper already brought them up,” you heard Bruce’s voice distantly call back.

“Something better,” he called, motioning for you to follow him. You trailed behind.

“Better than particle accelerators?” he asked, his voice coming closer as you passed by all kinds of amazing technology.

“Prettier too,” Tony said, giving you a wink. You flushed again.

“Tony, what are you-“ Bruce asked, rounding a corner towards you, “(Y/N).”

“Hi,” you said, waving.

“Come look at these cells,” he said, gesturing to the microscope he’d been looking into.

You stepped past Tony, putting your eye to the lens, looking down at the cells on the slide. You heard the two men move away, talking to each other about the particle accelerators that had arrived that day. You watched the cells, trying to figure out what they were from, what they were doing. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen anything like them before.

You felt a presence behind you. You couldn’t hear the voices of the two men, assuming they were done, that Tony had left. Your brain was going a million miles an hour, trying to find anything that would tell you what the cells were.

“What are these from?” you asked.

“Me,” said a voice that was distinctly not Bruce.

You started, knocking the microscope over from your haste to look behind you. Loki was standing there, a smirk on his face, his arms hanging by his sides. You stumbled back a step, bumping the table the microscope was sitting on. You made a grab for it, righting it before it could fall causing untold damage. Loki chuckled and your cheeks flushed. Where was Bruce?

“Or rather, I should say it’s Asgardian skin,” he said, “taken from my brother.”

“Thor?�� you said, turning to look back at the microscope. There was a skin sample from a literal god.

“Unless I have another brother my father has kept hidden from me,” he said, a note of petulance entering his voice, “which isn’t beyond the realms of possibility.”

His face darkened and you were once again aware of being alone with a man who had killed hundreds of people. You pressed your back against the table, the edge digging into your skin uncomfortably. His eyes dragged over your body, watching your fingers clench on the metal, your muscles stiffening under his gaze. Your heart has beating hard enough against your rib cage to leave bruises.

“What do you think, love? Do I have a secret brother?” he asked, taking a step towards you.

Your feet scrambled on the ground, trying to find purchase in case you had to fling yourself over the table to get away from him. He chuckled low in his throat and you felt your skin prickle. This was not what you had signed up for.

“Oi, reindeer games, leave the kid alone.”

You glanced over your shoulder, finding Tony and Bruce standing there. Neither looked very impressed. You looked back at Loki, almost expecting him to be holding a knife. All he did was shrug, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He sauntered past you, giving you a wink as he went. Your heart skipped a beat.

He disappeared, Tony following after him after clapping Bruce on the shoulder. He turned to you, shrugging his shoulders as if to say ‘what can I do’ and you gave him a small smile.

“Is this really a skin sample from Thor? Because if it is you could do some revolutionary work on it. I mean, no one knows what makes up a god and you have two running around this Tower. You could be nominated for a Nobel Prize, or change the world, or maybe even do science no one has even dreamed of yet. I’ve never seen anything like this,” you rambled, looking through the eye piece again.

“It is,” he said laughing, “but come on, that’s not what I meant to show you.”

You ducked out from behind the microscope again, this time managing not to knock it over. He held out his hand, leading you further into the room you’d only gotten a glance at last time. It had seemed to be filled with more than you could ever imagine. You didn’t even know what half of it even did. It was more than you could have dreamed of.

He set you up with some data analysis, designing an experiment while he listened to your opinion on the data he’d collected. It was nice to be taken seriously for once. Even if you thought there was a lingering shadow in the back of your mind with ice blue eyes and the smell of rain clinging to it.

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jchb32273 · 5 years ago

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Fictober 2019 - Day 3

Fanfiction - Dragon Age AO3 Link

Now? Now you listen to me?

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After I got out of my last class for the day, I saw Alistair hanging out with Dorian and Bull near the common quadrant. I shyly walked up to him.

“Good afternoon, Kylara dear,” Dorian said and kissed my hand. He made me blush every time he did this. “Hope your classes went well today?”

“They did, but I need some help…”

Bull gave me a hearty thump on the back, which nearly knocked my glasses off my face. “So you need some tutoring from ol’ Bull, huh? Which class? I’m doing pretty good in Ferelden History this term.”

“Um… well, it’s actually Biochemistry that I have an upcoming test for,” I replied softly.

“Oh,” was Bull’s only response.

“Thank you for offering though, Bull.” I gave him a small smile. “I appreciate it.”

He gave me a grin. “Anytime.”

“Are you in Professor Bryland’s class?” Alistair asked and I nodded. “I took his class last year. I can help you out, if you like.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Do you have some paper on you?”

I opened up my notebook and tore off a blank page. Dorian offered a pen to Alistair and he wrote down what I guessed was his address. He then handed it to me. “Come by around six, all right?”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

I pulled into the parking lot of a large condominium complex at a quarter to six. Did I get lost? I could swear the party had been at a large house, not a condo. I checked the address on the paper, and then the building number. No, this is the right place. I shrugged, figuring there was an explanation, grabbed my books and study notes. Then I knocked on the door.

“Come on in, the door’s unlocked.” I heard from inside.

I opened the door and walked in… to find Alistair had just gotten out of the shower! He had a towel around his lean hips and water droplets still beaded his bronze skin.

I quickly turned around to face away. “Oh, Maker, Iamsosorry!” I blurted out.

Alistair chuckled. “Well, you are just a little early.”

My face was beet red. “Y-you could have told me to wait outside!”

“And miss that adorable blush on your cheeks?” He laughed again, then said, “You can turn around now, I am dressed.”

I did, but my face remained pink… for a completely different reason now. Alistair was wearing a thin, tight T-shirt that outlined just about every muscle he had on his chest and stomach. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, giving me the barest glimpse of the hair that ran from his navel to his…

Stop, stop, stopstopSTOPSTOP! Mustn’t think about this! I am here to study! Nothing more!!

“Is something the matter?” Alistair asked innocently.

“No,” I squeaked out. I took a deep breath, and in a slightly less shaky voice said, “I’m fine.”

He chuckled again. “If you’re wondering about the ensemble, it is laundry day for me. This was all I had that was clean. Everything else is in the wash right now.”

“Ah,” I said stupidly. Getting my collective brain cells working again took a moment, but then I finally asked, “So, who’s house was that? The one where you had the party?”

“Oh, that is Cailan’s house. He also has an apartment closer to Maric’s office in downtown Denerim, but he stays at the house with his fiancée on the weekends. I only asked if I could have the party there as my condo would have been just a bit cramped. He didn’t mind, as long as I cleaned up before I left.”

“I see. So this is your place?”

“Yep. Bought and paid for by me.” When he caught my questioning look, he replied, “I have money set aside from gigs and from investments I have made. Maric pays for my schooling, but only because he insists.”

“Um… may I ask why you call your father by his given name?”

Alistair frowned. “I hardly know the man. I was shipped off to live with his dead wife’s family and he never once visited me while I was there. In my eyes, he’s still a stranger. I think he needs to earn the title of ‘dad’ or ‘father’ from me.”

“I see.” I then gently cleared my throat and said, “We should probably get started with the studying, don’t you think?”

Clearly glad to move away from the uncomfortable subject of his father, he nodded. “Yes. Let’s do that.”

An hour later we were thick in the discussion of biochemistry. Alistair asked me questions and I answered.

“Which of the following is a five-carbon sugar? Is it Glucose, Fructose, Ribose, or Sucrose?”

“Ribose. It is a simple sugar that has five carbon atoms per molecule. It is synthesized in the body and obtained in small amounts from consumption of ripe fruits and vegetables.”

“Good. How about this one? Which of the following is not involved in the biosynthesis of a protein molecule? Is it Codon, Ribosome, Messenger RNA, or Amylase?”

“The answer is Amylase. The biosynthesis of a protein molecule uses information encoded in genes. The amino acid sequence of the protein is delineated by the nucleotide sequence of the gene that encodes the protein. Codons, sequences of three adjacent nucleotides along a DNA or messenger RNA molecule, designate the specific amino acid to be incorporated into a polypeptide.”

“Very good. I’d say you’ve got this nailed.” He closed the book and then asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Actually, I am.”

“How about I whip up something for you in the kitchen?”

“You cook?” I asked with a smile.

He grinned as he got up and went into the kitchen. “Milady, I am a master of the grilled cheese sandwich!”

“Should have known it would be something with cheese in it,” I replied with a laugh.

“And whyever not? Cheese is the most perfect of foods!” He got a large frying pan off a hook.

“Is that non-stick?” I asked.

“Yes, why?”

“I find that a better grilled cheese can be produced on a hot cast-iron skillet,” I said. “It toasts the bread faster.”

Alistair gave me an odd look. “Well… I don’t have a cast-iron skillet. So this is fine, isn’t it?”

“What kind of bread do you use?”

He blinked in confusion. “White bread. Does it matter? I make the sandwich for the cheese… not the bread.”

“Wheat bread is healthier for you,” I said with a slight frown. “When toasted to perfection, it also provides a nice nuttiness to contrast with the cheese.”

“Something is nutty around here…” I heard Alistair mutter. Louder, he then huffed, “And I suppose you’re going to tell me this isn’t the right kind of cheese?” He held up a package of plastic-wrapped cheese slices.

“Ugh. You use that crap? A man who professes to be a cheese fanatic? Someone who craves cheese from different countries?”

Alistair slammed the pan down on the stove. “Yes, I love cheeses from all over, but for something as simple as a grilled cheese? This ‘crap’ – as you call it – works just fine!” He turned the burner to high.

“That is too hot. You’ll burn - ”

“You know what? I think we are done for the evening! Go back to your own place and make your own perfect damned sandwich! I’ve had enough!”

“Alistair, I am only trying to help…”

“Well, I don’t want or need your help. Out. Now!”

My lips trembled. “I’m sorry…”

“I said, OUT!”

I grabbed my books and papers and ran out of Alistair’s condo as quickly as I could. I opened my car door, tossed everything in and then got in. But instead of starting the engine and getting out of there, I sat in the car and cried.

Why did I have to act like such an ass tonight! Everything was going so well and I had to ruin it!

Just then, a bright yellow light flared up in my tear-filled eyes, and with horror, I realized it was coming from Alistair’s kitchen!

I quickly got out of my car and ran back into the condo.

“Alistair! Are you all right?!”

“Stay back,” he yelled. “I have this under control!”

I saw he was about to pour water on the burning pan, and I quickly screamed, “No, don’t do that!”

But it was too late. The water hit the hot grease in the pan and the fire quickly doubled in size.

“Shit!” he yelled. “That was the wrong thing to do!”

“Now? Now you listen to me?!” I cried out. “Quick! Do you have a fire extinguisher?!”

“In the pantry!”

I yanked open the door and grabbed the bright red cylinder. I pulled the pin as Alistair backed away. Quickly, I sprayed the extinguisher over the flames. Within moments, the fire was out.

“There goes my damage deposit,” Alistair grumbled. He breathed out a sigh of relief. “I… suppose I should thank you. So… thanks.”

There was silence for a moment, then I simply said, “You’re welcome.”

More awkward silence passed, then we both spoke at the same time.

“I’m sorry for telling you how you should cook.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

We both stared at each other then we both started laughing.

“All this mess over a stupid grilled cheese sandwich!” Alistair snorted back his laughter, then sighed. “I’m real sorry. I knew I had that burner too high, but I was just so…”

“Annoyed at my know-it-all attitude?”

“Yeah…”

I nodded. “I should have just kept my big mouth shut. You were doing me a favor tonight, by helping me study… and then offering to fix me a snack. I should have just enjoyed what you made.”

“Well, can’t cook anything now!”

“Will this be covered under your insurance?” I asked.

“I think so. I call the maintenance man in the morning. He’ll come by and fix this for me… but in the meantime, I am still hungry. You?”

I nodded.

“Good. I happen to know a lovely little place down the street that has an excellent cheese fondue. My laundry should be done now, so let me change and we can head out. I’ll treat you… since you saved me tonight.”

“I didn’t really do any- ”

Alistair wagged a finger at me. “I say you did, so no more arguments from you tonight, young lady.”

“Okay.”

“All I will ask of you, is that you ace that test I helped you study for, all right?”

With a smile, I said, “It’s a deal.”

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just-another-broken-doll · 4 years ago

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I'm selfish by the standards of pro life insanity... this to me is an awesome analogy but I'm going to weight in on the issue separate from the scenario...

I am a 24 yo person with a uterus, I have a partner and we are sexually active. I was a virgin until I was 20, I waited not for religious reasons but because I didn't want to risk pregnancy until I was at least emotionally stable enough to make my choice with a sound mind and my own ideas. I dont regret waiting, I lost my virginity to my best friend, we weren't in a relationship and that was fine for us. It was fun, we enjoyed ourselves but most importantly, we discussed what would happen if I were to get pregnant. We agreed it was my choice and mine alone to make as it is my body but it was also both of our lives. I was in culinary school at the time and not working, he was working a part time job and in no place to raise a child. So we agreed we wouldn't go through with a pregnancy. No choice had to be made so yay! But I'm in a happy relationship now with a man across my province. He has been off work with a bad injury for over a year now. I work a stable job but we live 8 hours apart and only see each other every few months. I want children with him but as it stands right now, no I can't go through with a pregnancy. My pro-life family keeps making arguments for me to keep a child, the moral side, the put the kid up for adoption side... I know I would be too emotionally attached to a child I brought to term to give it up for adoption. I couldn't possibly ruin the lives of ten people around me who would be forced to help me raise a child on my own, most of which aren't physically healthy enough to keep up with a child. I couldn't force my partner to change his path in life before we are ready, before he gets his educatio. Before I get my education or my career in place... a child is a huge responsibility but an early abortion, termination whatever you want to call it isn't destroying life to me. My first Crack at school was as a biochemistry major, I understand the fertilization process and the development of a fetus. I dont believe from a scientific standpoint that an embryo becomes a child until after the brain is developed and I would have no moral qualms with aborting a baby. Saying abstaining is the best way to prevent pregnancy is a naive and archaic argument. We are allowed to have sex for pleasure and to feel intimacy with our partners without being shamed for it. Just as cis men don't get slut shamed for having sex, protected or not. Women and people who can consieve are held to a different standard than the sperm donors. I dont think abortion should ever be used as a form of contraception THAT is irresponsible but I do believe we should have the choice over our bodies, over our lives. I shouldn't have to choose between a fetus but having to rely on a partner who I may not want to be tied to for the rest of my life or my financial stability, independence and choice of partner I DO want to spend my life with. Let's not forget, this is a choice made by an adult in my case. I dont have to answer to anyone else over my personal life and it isn't up to anyone to tell me what 'God' I answer to in the end. That's between me and my personal belief system. I've only ever had dour partners and I've had this conversation with every single one. Be safe and remember no one can judge you but you, I respect whatever choice others make but please don't force your views on me as I won't force mine on you.

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joshslater · 6 years ago

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Hitting Jock Bottom

I felt like shit. The throbbing headache told me to stay in bed. Actually, wise from hangovers past I should go and drink water and then take a nap and hope things would turn out better the next time I wake up. Those thoughts quickly went through my mind, still foggy from whatever had transpired the night before. I didn't remember what had happened nor how I had gotten here, but this was definitely not my bed.

Harsh white light lit the sparse, tiled room as I opened my eyes. I was strapped on some sort of gurney that was tilted at an angle between lying down and standing up. My body was secured, but I could move my head around enough to see that I wore something resembling a dark blue wetsuite. Cables and tubes where attached to various points and snaked away to a cluster of machines and drip bags to my right. Still groggy, and more confused than scared, I was trying to sort through all the different sensations. Most prominent of all was something big was stuck in my mouth, and I felt like I needed to take a dump.

*squeak*

The sound when I bit down resembled a doggy squeaky toy.

*squeak*

Before I had any time to consider this new, perplexing weirdness a door opened and closed behind me and a man in white shirt, tie and labcoat came into view.

"I do apologise, we are a bit understaffed at the moment. I try to be present for every arrival". He checked something on one of the machines next to me. "Good, good. Just waking up I see. Welcome to Goldfarb Body Shop and Repairs. I imagine you are feeling some confusion at the moment. It's perfectly normal when our services are purchased for someone else. My name is Rob, and I will take care of your process initiation."

My head still hurt like hell and very little of this made sense, beside the feeling confused part. Rob was in his forties and looked every bit like a lab technician. A lab technician who was high on sugar and couldn't wait to talk to other people.

Rob picked up a clipboard and quickly eyed the first two pages. "Let's start with the basics. As I think I heard, you have already figured out how to use the signalling device in your mouth piece. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we've had so much problem with people just screaming. Totally ruins the schedule. I would like you to signal once for yes, twice for no and three times to have the question repeated. Do you understand?"

*squeak*

"Excellent! Are you Jonathan Brent, social security number 078-05-1120?"

*squeak*

"Great. It would be so embarrassing to have the wrong person. In the old days we used to invite people to retreats through sham lottery winnings and have them participate in yoga and meditation, and slowly work with them from there, but the way technology has progressed we don't need any cooperation at all anymore. A bit less personal but so much more efficient."

He looked at the clipboard once again. "So someone has purchased, for you, one of our discount packages. Great value! This one is called 'jock bottom'. We are so lucky to have such a creative sales and marketing team. This bundle contains four transformation modules, well three of any substance. We have Muscleman, Meathead, Cunting and then our QA/Design module. I'll explain all of them briefly."

Muscleman, Meathead and Cunting. Whatever this place was and what they were planning to do, I didn't like the sound of any of them. Well, muscleman didn't sound terrible, but I've never been that interested in anything physical. I do the occasional jog and play some volley at the beach, but nothing regular. And I don't even know what cunting means.

Rob continued "Muscleman is about 50% of the transformation effort in the bundle. We'll use state of the art, fast acting genetic editing and gene therapy to overhaul the genetic makeup of your body. Then a combination of stem cells, hormone manipulation and viral reconstruction to actually express those genes as physical changes. In addition to biochemistry we have a set of contraptions that can force tissue to build how and where we want it."

He was looking up from the clipboard and looking into my eyes. "It gets much easier if you cooperate with all given instructions. We will not sacrifice the quality of our work, it just take different amount of time to get there. The changes are pronounced, profound and permanent, to quote our motto."

This is terrible! Somehow someone somewhere has paid these guys to force me into becoming a some sort of body builder. Who does that? How is that technology even possible?

"The Muscleman module also has a small educational component where we ensure that the target has the needed knowledge, skill and motivation to keep the body in great condition long after QA acceptance. This is done, in addition to reinforcing genetic changes, through psycotherapy and metabolic conditioning." Rob was clearly reading marketing text from the clipboard. "The end result is multiple layers of reinforcing behaviors. Eating triggers restlessness triggers excersie. Excersise triggers hunger trigers eating."

"Now the second module is the Meathead module. It's about 20% of the transformation and is a bit more involved than it first appears. First it reinforces the mental conditioning from the Muscleman module, and adds significantly more knowledge and interest in physical activities. But it also removes some of the previous drives and abilities of the target."

This was getting worse and worse.

*squeak* *squeak*

Rob looked up from the clipboard, distracted from his reading. "What? Ah. No? No, it's all already being ordered and paid for, but don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunity to give feedback and consent later. Where were we, yes Meathead. We will run a series of tests in an MRI where we will map your brain. Then we'll insert articulated, microscopic wires through your nose and into your brain, cut out small sections and replace them with stem cells with DNA we coded. You'll see major results instantly after the operation! We'll then stimulate the brain with the right chemicals, electrical impulses and sensory data, and you'll know 50 different ways of excersising your deltoid in no time." He looked up again, excitedly going off script. "We have this cool transcranial stimulation head gear you put on, and then every movement you do while you wear it you will be able to replicate exactly afterwards. Dead lifts, break dance, karate chops, you name it! Super cool. Well, you will not use it for karate or dancing though."

No fucking way! Replacing parts of the brain. Reprogramming? These people are sick.

"Then we have the Cunting module. This is also mainly a behavior module, but it will turn you into a very submissive, very promiscuous homosexual. The principle is the same as the Meathead module, but instead of cramming sports teams and being rewarded for squatting correctly, you'll be flooded with gay porn and being conditioned with chemically induced orgasms on anal stimulation. I can promise you that you will love it. After all, the point is that you should love it so much you would arrange your life around sucking dick, getting fucked and working out."

WTF!

"The last 10% is spent on quality assurance and design. We'll remove genetic problems, administer a broad set of vaccinations, slow down aging, etc. This is a standard module for all our work. Good for you to know is that it includes HIV immunity and protects against all known long term STDs. The design part is that one of our character designer will spend 30 minutes to review your build and allocate some minor work to make it coherent. Since there is no purely cosmetic change included in your package, except for the muscles, perhaps the designer will move the hairline forward to make a more youthful look, or broaden the nose a bit to make you look imposing."

Getting massive muscles and being forced to keep them was a survivable event. Some people get stuck in wheel chairs. Some people need to inject insulin daily. Having to eat clean and go to the gym was really nothing compared to that. Having the brain rearranged was way worse, but I could suffer a stroke. Becoming some sort of muscle-homo-sub was something different entirely. How the fuck could I get out of this?

"We're a bit pressed on time, as I mentioned, so I'll get right to it. We have a set of customization options to run you through. All are simply select one option out of three. Just signal once for option one, twice for two, three times for three and four times to have them repeated."

"The first option is selecting the major profile for the Meathead module. This one is important and informs a lot of the following customizations, so pay attention. Option 1 is called 'jock' and is the standard athletic option. Lot's of interest in sports, both as a participant and as an observer, spending your nights in areans or sports bars. Option 2 is called 'douche' and is the party and exhibitionist option. You'll spend your time in bodybuilding competitions, getting photographed, or clubbing. Finally option 3 is called "bear" and is the strongman option. This includes lumberjack, handyman or motorcycle specializations, with nights in leather bars or truck stops."

I'm not playing this fucking game. If I'm not saying anything it is something that happens to me, not something I've done.

"Once for jock, twice for douche, thrice for bear. You should know that the Muscleman module isn't affected, so the muscled build will look the same regardless of option here. The focus is primarily muscle size and secondly strength. Agility, stamina or coordination are not something actively worked on, but possible to train yourself of course."

We look at each other in silence. I can't tell from his voice if he is mocking or serious when he misunderstands my silence.

"I know it is difficult to make a decision. I'll put a time limit of 30 seconds per question and pick something for you. We do typically alter the body hair to match each major theme. Jock gets pretty standard body hair, but clean back and chest, douche gets no hair below the neck and bear gets hair everywhere. There is also some differences in skin tanning."

After presumably 30 seconds he continues.

"OK, let's go with option 1. Jock is our most popular option. It's in the name of the package after all. Let's continue with some specifics. For every question you can either select what you find most exciting today, or what you would like to find exciting. If you pick something you already love, that will make the transition easier. So, what sport are you most interested in. One football, two hockey or three soccer?"

I continue my silent treatment. I'm not much into any of them anyway.

"OK, let's go with soccer. That's big internationally, so there is always something to watch. Next, what would you prefer out of basket, baseball or lacrosse?"

...

"Nothing? Not yet a sports fan, eh? Let's mix it up with something more niche and pick lacrosse. Final sport, MMA, Boxing or Wrestling?"

I have looked at a some wrestling, but being a fan is a bit of a stretch.

"Let's go with MMA then. Final question in this module: do you prefer Sweatpants, basketball shorts or compression shorts? I should mention that the questions going forward are a bit reflective. With the full homosexual module, there is really no difference between what you like to wear and what you are attracted to."

How could I relate to that question, even if I wanted to answer. Would I like to be attracted to men in sweatpants? I don't want to be fucking attracted to men at all!

"Basketball shorts then! We're almost there. Just a few simple customizations in the cunting module. What excites you the most? Licking asses, licking feet or licking armpits?"

Fuck! I can't let it be asses. What is best of feet or armpits? What is least worst?

*squeak* *squeak* ... *squeak*

"Oh, we got some interest. Licking armpits it will be. What ejaculations would you be most excited about? In your mouth, in your ass, or both at the same time?"

Is being fucked better or worse than giving a blow job? You would be more in control of a blow job, but you would have to do all the work for it. Both at the same time is clearly worse. Why do I even have to think about this?

*squeak*

"Excellent! An upcoming supreme fellator. Finally an ethnic question. What would you find most attractive? Middle eastern men, northen Latin American men or west African men?"

For a split second I felt very racist as I rejected each of the alternatives. What would be worse though? I imagine trying to find muslims to suck off could backfire in so many ways? Black or Latino then? I really have no idea what their gay communities look like.

*squeak* *squeak* *squeak*

"West African men it is. So, if I've noted everything down correctly you want to become a jock with special interest in soccer, lacrosse and MMA, attracted to West African men wearing basketball shorts, who you most would like to lick their armpits and have them ejaculate in your mouth. Is that correct?"

*squeak*

"Excellent! It's such a waste of time when people don't consent after all that work. All of this would be a loss and we would have to refund the money."

FUCK! *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *pfff* ...

Rob turned a small knob on the mouth piece that turned off the toy sound.

"So, we will go right ahead and synthesize the DNA and inject that in a few hours. Then you'll basically be knocked out and in fever for the better part of a week while the major rewrite happens. We'll do the brain mapping towards the end and perform the minor surgeries after that. Then one week of initial programming while the surgeries heal and the initial set of tissue stem cell injections start to grow. Week three and forward will be a daily rotation of gym time, injections and programming, mostly in the fuck lab. With your cooperation we could be done as quickly as 10 weeks."

FUCK NO! FUCK NO!

"While we wait for those viruses to be completed we are going to run you through a cleansing sequence. You can see it as a full body enema, so we can implant a new set of bacteria more helpful to our goals."

He pressed a few buttons and the gurney tilted back almost to a flat position. Some sort of numbing fluid was spraying in my mouth after which something started extending down my throat. At the same time I could feel the plug in my ass inflating and altering its configuration.

Part #2

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