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h00nerz · 1 year ago

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bodybag!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader (slight park sunghoon x gn!reader)

genre: angst, fluff, college au, sort of academic rivals to lovers, tsundere!taehyun, jealous!taehyun

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none afaik, just taehyun being possessive

prompt(s): #33 — “i can’t pretend anymore.”, #34 — “you’re all i can think about”, #35 — “i am so very in love with you”, #36 — “it’s you. it’s always been you.” & #37 — “i cannot stand you, and yet, i cannot fathom being away from you.”

requested: “okok i wanna send in a request bcs this kind of drabble has been living in my brain and idk if anyone wrote smth like it before but anyway!! lines 33 through 37 would lowk be so good for a jealoustsundre!taehyun where he acts like he fr despises you, but he like overhears u talking abt going on a lil date he gets so upset and mad 🤭🤭 i lowk got this idea from that one video i dont remember where but taehyun held a drink and was talking to the camera and said like " got this for you but that doesnt mean i like you or anything" HES SO 🙏🙏” — anon

authors note: omg heyyy my first time writing for tyun i am so excited!! enemies 2 lovers again bc… yeah. anyways enjoy~~

SO FAR, YOUR JUNIOR YEAR OF UNIVERSITY was proving to be the worst year of your life. You were finally starting to take classes more specific to your major, which meant things were starting to become a lot more serious. You didn’t have time to work anymore, and even though you had spent the whole summer leading up to the start of the semester working two jobs to have enough money for tuition, you were still barely managing to scrape by.

Worst of all, though, was Kang Taehyun.

Kang Taehyun was the bane of your existence. You had first met as freshmen at your university, in the same philosophy course, and you had immediately despised him--or rather, he despised you, and your hatred was just reactionary. It didn’t really matter, though, all that mattered was that he was a menace that made your life ten times harder than it needed to be.

After that semester, you thought you’d never have to see him again. But, of course, fate had different plans for you. It turned out, Taehyun was pursuing the same major as you, which put you in multiple of the same classes by the time your junior year rolled around. By that point, it had been nearly two years since your last encounter, so you’d hoped he’d grown just a little bit since then. But, of course, he hadn’t.

Kang Taehyun had a vendetta against you that he wasn’t quite ready to let go of.

Your last class of the day had finally let out, which meant it was time for you to head to the library. The night before, you had stayed up late pulling an all-nighter, and you really were not looking forward to another afternoon filled with studying, but if you wanted to make this deadline, you had no choice.

With a sigh, you stood up from your seat, and were overcome with dread when you recognized a head of pink hair approaching you. “Not today, Taehyun. I am not in the mood.” You grumbled as you stuffed your laptop into your backpack, purposefully making sure not to even glance in his direction.

“Yeah, obviously. You have a late night or something? It looked like you could barely stay awake the whole lecture.” He laughed at you, and now you finally looked over at him with narrowed eyes. “Jesus! You look like you just stepped off the set of The Walking Dead!” He exclaimed.

Horror overcame you, as you realized just how bad your dark circles probably looked. “Shut up! I don’t look that bad!” You snapped at him, zipping your backpack shut so aggressively the zipper nearly broke off. “Even if I did, though, this is the face of someone who’s about to get an A on our midterm paper. So, ha.”

Taehyun rolled his eyes, trailing after you as you exited the lecture hall. “Please. When I got Kai to review my paper, he said it, and I quote, ‘brought tears to his eyes’. It was that good. And I don’t look half as shitty as you do.”

He was right. He didn’t look shitty at all. In fact, that was the most infuriating thing about Kang Taehyun. Even though he had shown time and time again that he had an ugly personality, his physical appearance was the opposite. Everything about Taehyun was perfect. His recently dyed hair, that was so fluffy atop his head it was reminiscent of cotton candy. His dark brown eyes that were simultaneously adorable as well as mysterious and inviting. You knew he worked out, he talked about it all the time, and it really showed. You hated him for being such a repulsive human inside of such an attractive body that must have been crafted by the gods themselves.

“Probably because staring at his laptop screen and trying to decipher whatever bullshit you were spewing dried out his eyes.” You suggested. As you walked, you felt a yawn bubbling in the back of your throat, and as hard as you tried to suppress it, you were unsuccessful.

“How late did you stay up last night? Really?” Taehyun asked, raising an eyebrow at you. For a brief second, you thought you saw a flash of something different, a flash of something human in his pretty brown eyes… But, you shook your head, positive that you had been imagining it, and sure enough, it disappeared.

“That’s none of your business.” You were quick to snap, quickening your pace in hopes of getting away from him. Instead, though, you ran straight into someone else, and knocked a couple of textbooks they were carrying onto the ground.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You immediately started apologizing, bending your knees so you could start to pick up the books. When you glanced forward, you felt your cheeks redden as you realized you had bumped into the Park Sunghoon, and the Park Sunghoon was looking at you with wide eyes.

Park Sunghoon was, like, the star of your campus. He was the captain of the school’s extremely famous ice hockey team, which made him basically a celebrity on your campus. That combined with the fact that he had a face only someone blessed by Aphrodite herself could wield. So, for that perfect face to be just inches from your own right now has your stomach doing somersaults.

“Oh. Hi, Y/N.” Sunghoon greeted you, and as the two of you finally stood, you blinked at him.

“You—how—my name?” You stuttered out, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

He furrowed his eyebrows together. “We had a class together last year, remember? You always sat in the row in front of me.”

You slowly nodded. “Oh. Yeah. I’m surprised you remember that.”

“How could I forget? You know, I always thought you were really pretty, Y/N.” He smiled at you, revealing his fang-like teeth, and you swore your heart stopped.

There was loud coughing behind you, and when you glanced over your shoulder you were surprised to see Taehyun was still standing there. He was watching your interaction with Sunghoon with narrowed eyes, like he was contemplating murdering the ice hockey captain. You wondered if they had some kind of rivalry with one another, or maybe he was just irritated by him for the same reason he was irritated by you: just because.

You jerked your head to the side, trying to gesture for him to get out of there, but he stood in his place and looked as though he had no intentions of leaving.

Deciding to ignore him, you looked back to Sunghoon, and flashed him a shy smile. “Really? You do?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, really. Um, I’ve gotta go, but if you wanna get coffee sometime…” His voice trailed off, as he pulled a marker out of his backpack. You thought your heart was going to literally beat out of your chest when he uncapped the marker and started writing on your wrist. “There’s my number.” He grinned at you, and you watched in awe as he backed up and walked away.

Once he was out of earshot, you turned around to face Taehyun, a big smirk befalling your lips. “I guess Park Sunghoon is into The Walking Dead!” You announced triumphantly, like you had just beat him in a game of sorts.

He didn’t react, though, still wearing the same, ticked off expression from earlier.

“What? What’s your problem?” You furrowed your eyebrows, and suddenly he snatched up the same wrist Sunghoon had just written on. “Hey! What the hell?”

“I need to talk to you.” He said in a low voice.

“Then let go of me and let’s talk!” You hissed, trying to break free of his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.

He shook his head. “Not here. Follow me.” Unfortunately, he didn’t give you much of a choice, as he started dragging you through the great big hallway of bustling students. Eventually, he found an empty classroom and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind the both of you.

Finally, he let go of you, and you immediately stepped away from him, reaching up to rub your sore wrist. “What the hell was that, Taehyun?!” You demanded, practically spitting in his face.

“I told you. I need to talk to you.” He repeated himself.

You rolled your eyes. “So then talk! I have places to be, I don’t have time for this!”

“Oh, like coffee with Park Sunghoon?” He spat, his voice laced with venom.

“Maybe! Doesn’t matter, because who I hang out with is none of your business!” You jabbed a finger, and he once again caught hold of your wrist, holding you in place.

“Listen to me, Y/N. I’m only going to say this once.” He warned you, and although you wanted so badly to fight him and get out of that stupid classroom, you were also desperate to hear what he had to say. He let out what sounded like a sigh of defeat, and he hung his head loose in front of you. He mumbled something unintelligible, and you raised an eyebrow.

“What did you say?”

“I said I can’t pretend anymore!” He exclaimed, and the sudden outburst caught you off guard as you took a step back.

“What do you mean…?” You asked quietly, but there was a small part of you who knew the answer to your own question already.

He let go of your wrist, reaching up to run a hand through his strawberry colored hair. “You know, Y/N… I can’t stand you. And yet…”

“Yet…?”

“I can’t… I can’t fathom being away from you.” His pretty brown eyes finally gazed up to meet your own, and you realized his face had become almost as pink as his hair. Your own cheeks started to heat up at the sudden confession. “Ever since our first class together, you’re all I can think about. Y/N…”

He took a step closer, and you didn’t know why you didn’t back away. Instead you stood still, allowing him to gently take your hands into his own. “As much as it pains me to admit it… I am so very in love with you.”

You blinked at him. “Y-You are?” You whispered, and he nodded. Kang Taehyun, the pretty boy who had been tormenting you in your classes, who you swore you hated, was in love with you?! It sounded made up. And yet… It made a lot of things start to make sense.

“Which is why you can’t go out with some idiot like Park Sunghoon.” He pressed.

You frowned. “He’s not an idiot!” You snapped at him, finally gaining the sense to pull your hands from his. “And--And you can’t just spring this confession onto me! You’re probably just trying to distract me because midterms are happening, and--and you want to be the top of the class!”

He rolled his eyes. “No, Y/N, I don’t--”

“Yeah! And you’re just going to--to pretend you love me, and then get me to realize my own feelings, and then right when I start to fall for you, you’ll rip my heart out of my chest, and--”

Before you could finish your ramblings, Taehyun was cupping your face and connecting his lips to your own. You let out a soft gasp in surprise, frozen for a moment, because Kang freaking Taehyun was kissing you. This was absolutely not what was supposed to happen! But… Something about it felt so right. It was like your body had a mind of its own as you relaxed under his touch, kissing him back with as much passion as he had offered you.

He pushed you forward until you stumbled back onto one of the desks set up in the classroom, and you gasped again when his hands slid under your thighs to lift you up onto it. Your fingers laced themselves in his pink hair, which was surprisingly soft for having been recently dyed. He was kissing you hungrily, like you were his first meal in days, and he couldn’t get enough of you.

He was kissing you like he was in love with you.

After what felt like an eternity, he was forced to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath, and you found yourself chasing after his lips. He smiled down at you, and you felt his fingers brush against your cheek as he gently tucked a loose strand of your hair away.

“I’m not lying to you, Y/N. This isn’t some cruel trick to make you fail. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You smiled. “You really mean it?” He nodded. “Hmm… I’m not sure I believe you… I think I’m going to give Sunghoon a call…” You lifted your wrist to look at the numbers, unsurprised to see the ink had smeared after Taehyun dragged you into the room.

The color drained from his face. “What? Are you serious? I confess my love, and--and you’re going to call Sunghoon?!” He stared at you in disbelief.

You tried your best to keep a poker face, but were unable to fight back the laughter for very long. “I’m joking, idiot! Holy shit, you should have seen your face!” You began to cackle loudly, but Taehyun was quick to shut you up with another kiss.

Maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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chokchokk · 1 year ago

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𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 [𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬] | choi san x fem!reader

PART ONE of : have your way with words, be my people pleaser

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : You’ve always been able to read him like a book, but for some reason you still fold for San.

"You've never begged."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 6.9k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : teasing, painful attempts at flirting and joking, vaginal fingering, no usage of y/n (forgive me), vaginal sex, pet-names

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : considered for revision

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : this was like the first choi san smut i've ever written and i was trying to find my tone and omg i actually don't want to re-read it it's probably SO CRINGY omfg. i'm sorry for any icky moments i did not know any better 2 months ago LMAO this is also the only part that's pure "fluff" just fyi because i hadn’t planned this to be a series yet !!!!

He’s biting his lip, rolling his head to the back, trying his very best to stay focused on the paper he’s working on, all while you look at him in awe from the other side of the table. His glasses have slid dangerously close to his nose tip and the hair clip you’ve put into his hair to hold it together has lost all of its strength already — you really have to pull yourself together to not carefully slide one of the locks away from his eyes.

Yes, San is a complete mess, and undoubtedly failing at hiding it. He probably doesn’t want to ruin the late library ambience, being the thoughtful Sannie he is, or at least not destroy the study sessions by not focusing on work, but the infuriated tapping with his pen against the wooden table isn’t covering any of his angry grunts.

But even if you’ve noticed his desperation an eternity ago and have been deeply distracted by it ever since, you can’t bare to tell him that you’ve already given up. You guys have promised each other at least one is going to get this session done, so San be it, you tell yourself. If you have counted correctly, there are just ten minutes left on the clock, he should be able to do that, no matter how stressed he is.

And usually, you’re optimistic he’s able to do it, but you’ve never seen San’s eyes darken like this before. On normal days, he’s all smiley and giggly, squeaking words of helplessness at tasks that overwhelm him, covering up his frustration very well. Of course you can still look through his façade and say things like “San, let’s take a break” or similar things, but that’s only when he’s smiling still.

Maybe it’s because you’re both studying for finals that there’s a lot of competitiveness or ego involved. Anyhow, you don’t want to get yourself involved in that, no, don’t want to resolve it at all, actually.

Let’s say it like this; San is scaring you, yes, but he is also being incredibly hot and turning you on so much without knowing it. You can’t help but watch his dissatisfaction being gulped down his freckled, thick neck, and observe his Adam’s apple moving up and down. You draw a trail along his jawline and the loose black T-shirt he’s wearing with your eyes, following his neckline until the rhythm of his heavy breathing is revealed by his moving breast.

San knows a lot, yes, but what he doesn’t is that he’s a walking sex symbol with his broad shoulders, narrow waist and intimidatingly friendly face. He’s biting his lips with just no idea what his looks are doing to your privates this exact moment and his soft voice is not helping.

He’s at his last task now and you catch yourself be a bit disappointed, when he takes his hand to balance his head and covers his face with it. You could feel guilty now for not interrupting or lending him a helping hand, but being attracted to your designated study buddy for the longest time with a painful amount of allusions to it is way more straining you on an emotional level than the stalker-behaviour you’re showing. How San hasn’t caught up is baffling to you, and the amount of times you’ve tried to make a move only for him to be oblivious is painful. (Let it be known you were never forced to answer Seonghwa’s question of “would you fuck San?” with the honesty that you did, but his little sheepish smile after your nod is enough to confirm that he should know, but just doesn’t. Sure, it’s unclear until this day if he even understood the question or the answer correctly, but it just feels like you have done most of your part.)

“I’m almost done,” San murmurs— breaking the silence between you two in the library— his voice comparing to nothing more but a sigh. He’s tensed up, eyebrows furrowed, and he’s scrunching his nose a little bit to sniff his agitation away.

“Take your time,” you try to say as nicely as possible, attempting to calm him down. It does help, it seems, because San is straightening his back to take a deep breather, his eyes finally wavering away from the paper. You smile at him and get a head nod in return.

Sharing this short moment of just acknowledging each other’s presence, you confirm that San, regardless of how socially (sexually?) stupid he can be, is an intelligent guy after all, not to be shaken up by this little bit of studying. Straight A’s, perfect GPA, teacher’s favourite — you’re lucky professor Kang has put you in so many group assignments together, or else you would have never been able to meet with San like this on a Friday evening, studying for your finals.

“I feel like I ran run five miles or have to commit arson,” San jokes half-heartedly in a breath and you giggle, looking around to not disturb the other students with your laughter. “What’s stopping you?”, you ask playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” San answers and touches the backside of his head with both of his hands. “What’s stopping you, hm?”

You frown, the once raised eyebrow coming right back down, your amusement wearing down.

“What’s supposed to be stopping me?”

San pouts innocently and fetches the clip from his hair, black bangs falling to his face, but he doesn’t set his glasses, making him look at you with squinted eyes. They look even heavier now, eyelids covering most of his irises when he leans forwards to you: “You haven’t touched a single task since an hour now, why didn’t you tell me you were done?”

You don’t know why you pant in panic— it’s an understandable question, San probably noticed you stared at the man during the whole time he was the only one committed to the studying— and you’re afraid there’s this tension again, but not driven to the paper, but you.

“You, lemme think, looked too..”

You know your sentence can’t be finished in any way that would be positive. You would’ve liked to end it with “concentrated” or “in the zone” to give him credibility for his hard work, but San has been way too obvious struggling to hold on, and you’re not a good liar.

“… Handsome.”

It’s not a Freudian slip, if it’s on purpose, yes.

“You looked to good to be true, San. If you weren’t wearing the baggiest shirt from three days ago, you’d coin dark-academia realness.”

You always make jokes like these, it’s your expertise. They usually make San enormously embarrassed, which is the best part of it all: He, who was growling his frustration away, is now giggling, expression softening, as he scrunches his face together with a wide smile. The high-pitched noise awakens your motherly instincts— it’s these moments you could just melt away in adoration.

“You’re lucky you’re not a professor, because that look you gave that paper right there isn’t going to help anybody concentrate on their studies. People-pleaser? Teacher's pet? I wish."

“Ugh!”, San moans quietly, his dimples revealing that he’s deeply touched. He will never get used to your overly specific (and usually sexually connotated) compliments, but it’s better that way. San cracks his fingers to recover, but then covers his mouth to hide his blushing smile once more. Take that for two people-pleasing and validation-seeking students, one more focused on studies, one more trying to fuck than the other. He barely goes to parties, which robs you of the little chances of opportunities to make a move on him.

“Okay, I won’t lie to you, I was done long before you, but someone’s gotta be valedictorian this year.”

“Really nice of you”, San sighs— he’s gathered himself now and has put on his friendly smile again, “But I’m really done now as well.”

“How done?”

“To go home-done.”

“My home, I assume.”

“Of course.”

With his finishing sentence, you hold a staring-match again, which you lose, as San takes his pile of paper and stacks it vertically to organise his stuff.

From here, the procedure should be simple. He drives you to your place (safe), maybe he’ll eat a midnight-snack with you (very likely), and maybe watch a movie (unlikely today) to then leave, if he doesn’t fall asleep during that. You already have the night schedule written out in front of you, and all you’re left is whether you’ll convince San for another study session tomorrow.

But then, in the car, San grabs the steering wheel but doesn’t start to drive.

You think he must be too tired and decide not to ask him. Honestly, you feel quite dizzy as well, but mostly because San has opened his mouth half-way now, audibly breathing in and out — it sounds like he’s panting. His tongue has also runned along his upper lip, making it glisten reddish pink under the parking lot-lighting. It’s unbearably arousing you. “Give me just a second,” he murmurs.

“Does your head hurt? We can just walk, you know,” you suggest, but San shakes his head: “No, that’d be inefficient and really dumb.”

“You’re the one dozing off, San, not me!”, you scoff and turn yourself around to face him, elbow placed on the radio. San opens one eye — it looks like he’s winking, his tongue pressed against this upper teeth. “And you’re being quite sassy, aren’t you?”, he grins and you swear you’ve never wanted to not shut up more in your entire life.

“If being sassy is what keeps you awake, I don’t see anything wrong with it, San,” you fight back, even more playfully this time, lips pouted to emphasise your mocking tone. There is a clear, lustful intention you’re trying to project, and secretly, you hope San notices it, but there isn’t any indication he isn’t already, which you find strange.

“Oh, you think I must be real tired, huh?”

San begins to grin and all of the sudden, things are happening very fast: His hands aren’t placed on the steering wheel anymore, one of them has moved to your chin, holding (and keeping) it up, after you try to back away out of reflex, the other is placed dangerously near to your hip — he’s propping himself against the seat, you can feel him breathe against your nose tip. His whispers expand like flames on your face. What has ignited this man?

“San?”, you ask carefully, every bit of playful confidence inside you crumbling down to your guts. It’s not like you aren’t enjoying this still, in fact, you feel like you’re going to go savage and clash your face against his any second, but San’s finger is pressing so delicately, yet so firmly into your skin, it’s messing up your projected image of the cute little — unfortunately sexy — nerd in your head. You don’t want to admit you’re intimidated, but San has been extra scary since he said he wanted to light buildings on fire. At the same time, you’ve been waiting days, no, weeks for this and a tingle between your legs signals you that you’ve been prepared ever since.

“Can’t go home yet, can we?”

His eyes are still dark, when you look at them through his glasses and there’s a bit of shine left on his lips, when you glance at them longingly. San’s breath is shaky, and you’re not sure whether yours is as well. You’re too focused on imagining the next scene. San has finally reached his burning point, it appears, and you’re too stunned to react verbally to his question. Are you seriously going to do it in the car, in the library parking lot?

“Buckle up.”

It is only now that you notice you haven’t put your seat-belt on. The sound of the plug clocking in takes you out of your reverie.

“San, screw you. Oh my god, screw you so much.”

He laughs a dirty laugh, even more so devilishly, when he returns to his seat and immediately begins to drive out of the parking spot. Has he been acting? Fuck this. Hastily, you have to get into your original position and buckle yourself up as he has told you. This bitch, you think to yourself and stare holes into the car window, this motherfucking bitch.

“Just a little revenge for making me work alone because you wanted to make me valedictorian? Or what, because I’m— what was it? Too handsome?” His voice has turned softer immediately, teasing you with a sweet undertone.

“Okay, we’re even now!”, you laugh sarcastically, trying to not become sulky. You’ve subconsciously crossed your legs and arms already, and your whole body is turned away from the driver’s seat.

“Sure,” San answers and you can hear him press some buttons. “Music?”

You throw him a side-eye and take the AUX.

“I could violate your ears so good right now,” you snap and search for a fitting playlist for this frightening night.

“You could try.”

When has San become a bully? How has it come to this? San is playing with you, more obviously than ever before — toying with you in the game you started.

But let it be known you could never be offended by this man.

Because when you play the first song that came to your mind— it’s «Sexbomb» by none other than Tom Jones — it becomes clear that you are more than happy to be his gaming companion, levelling up the tension to the max, though it's not a sensual song per se.

It’s petty, but provocative at the same time. You’ve never gotten what you wanted, have never expected to get it, and the surreality of the scenery just a few seconds ago is enough to keep you stimulated for the whole drive, ignoring San’s big grin on his face, as he safely gets you home.

And of course San joins in for the midnight meal. Without having spoken a word for a quarter hour now, you open the fridge and cram out anything eatable. You should’ve went grocery shopping, there’s barely anything left.

“Not so prepared, I see?”

“San, if you say one more word, I will—“, you shut the door of the fridge, revealing a San who’s leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, head thrown to the back to squint at you.

“You’ll what?”

He’s the worst and heaven knows he should know that as well. Every attempt to overthrow him fails, because nothing seems to break this man — you can’t animate this man for you own good, even when he’s try-harding to look cool.

“You’re being a bitch today and I hate it.” Biting your lip, you rethink your sentence and shake your head, eyes not swaying away from the black-haired man. “Actually, scrap that, I hate that I like it way too much,” you hiss, ridiculing yourself and taking of your sweatshirt, leaving you in a sheer top. It’s warm, you’re hot, this situation be very easy to understand.

He doesn’t know what to do. Or maybe he does, and he’s just being a pain in the ass again: both could be absolutely true, when he moves his head and musters you from bottom to the top, a huff leaving his nose. It seems as if he’s mocking and checking you out at the same time, licking his lips and biting his tongue.

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

You whine and you’re not one bit embarrassed about it, though San doesn’t even take it in the desperate way you clearly are.

“You’ve never begged.”

San is scratching his neck, acting like an innocent brat, much to your obvious disapproval.

“Come on, you can’t be that dumb, San, can you?”

“How would I be?”

“San, what the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s simple,” and San is pushing himself from the wall now, taking heavy steps towards you, “I can’t give you an answer to a question you’ve never asked.”

“I,” you begin to think of your next line argument, but noticing how he’s pulling his eyebrows together to throw you an almost belittling look through his lowered glasses, you give up, baffled about the reality. Replacing the next words, you pant.

“I’ll give you an answer, alright?”, San encourages you, taking one last big step. He’s standing in front of you now, in your little kitchen, next to the counter, looking down at you, free and available as he can be.

“Whatever it is; yes,” he whispers, accepting something you’ve never offered him directly.

Of course San isn’t dumb. How could he have been, when you’ve been so obvious? There’s a shameful heat driving up your stomach and you bite your lip.

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

You could have kept teasing him for the way he was obviously lowering his voice to sound more authoritative or sexy or something , but no, it’s just too much. Being cornered by San, hearing him surrender to you with his words, but still in a way that made him dominant over you — that is just way too much.

Seriously, all yours? Where did he get that one from? Wattpad?

“Fuck right off, San.”

It feels like your brain splits in half, your conscience leaving the second you throw yourself at San, hands grabbing every piece of hair you can get to pull him down to your face, whispering insults into his mouth, as your heads meet. He just grins and licks over your teeth, tongue slicking against yours.

“Happily,” he murmurs into the kiss, his hands grabbing you by your hip and waist, pulling you towards his muscular body. He must think he’s being so funny and yes you would have loved to argue with him, but you’re weak in his grip, ruffled by the pure tension that has been brewing all those days. There’s wet noises and sucking to be heard and it’s all sending urgent signals to your privates. You will, no must fuck him, and you're going to fuck him better than whatever he’s expecting from you, just to blow his mind.

You let his hair go and tug at the seam of his shirt, prompting him to raise his arms and have his clothing be slid off his body. Eagerly, you come back to his lips while throwing the shirt to the side and take steps forwards, leading San to your bedroom. Entrusting you with the guidance, he walks backwards and falls onto the bed, breaking the kiss. With a grunt, San props himself with his elbow, but before he can tower over you, you reach your arm over his shoulder, grabbing the bed frame, trying your best to keep his broad silhouette under your eyes.

Your lips already feel numb and you swear you can feel something pulsating inside your pants, when you slowly slide onto his lap and let the warm fabric touch. After a bit of movement, you and San are both shuddering and whimpering, lips meeting again in the snake-like maneuvering. He’s becoming harder with every little suck at his tongue, twitching even, and in addition, you’re becoming too impatient as well to edge yourself like this.

Your hands move to the zipper of his baggy jeans, and San is trying to take this as a sign he’s allowed to take off his pants, but you give his palm a little slap. He smirks and returns his hand to take a pillow, stuffing it behind his neck. You wanted to take control, but he’s way too comfortable with it, it’s annoying you, yet at the same time, you wouldn’t even know what to tell him at this point.

Opening the zipper and sliding a hand in, you trail the outer side of San’s shaft through his boxer-shorts with your finger to identify with what kind of girth and length you’re working with and comment “bigger than I expected”, as if you have imagined it before, which would be the truth, yes, but not smaller than the absolute unit he is possessing.

“Ah, really?”, San gutters, voice shaking with each little touch of yours, but never letting his guard down completely. You anchor his boxer-shorts and tug it down just until the point when his shaft jumps out. He gulps and opens his mouth to pant again, when you spit into your hand and palm his shaft to give it a nice stroke from the very bottom to the top, admiring the shine of it. You pump his penis, feeling the skin inside your hand slide with every movement, and make it grow to its final length that way. It’s fascinating, really, but you’re too busy to contemplate about reality. You take the initiative and get a taste of the wet mixture that is your own saliva and his pre-cum. You pump the part you can’t reach with your throat and in no time, San’s eyes are rolling to the back.

“That’s good,” he comments, going through your hair, which motivates you to go even deeper. Hitting the back of your throat, his girth makes you tear up, but you sit through it, since San is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your head softly. You try your best to suck and slide your tongue over his tip, to which he immediately reacts. “Hmnh~”, he hums and you bathe in his pleasure-lorn breaths, until you kind of get a hunch of what he likes the best and continue to drive him this way. “That’s good… Hnnh- heek!”

Was that a weep? You thought the whines were high enough, but San is definitely hiding his high moans, trying to cough them out. You continue to bop your head and watch his aroused expressions with amusement; his eyebrows are pushed together to form a needy frown, teeth biting down on his lower lip, inflicting pain on himself. From what it looks like, he’s pretty close, his hand weakly lying on top of your head, hesitating to push you back, once you remove it.

“Don’t cum yet!”, you demand, and San sighs helplessly.

“You’re edging me?”, he manages to choke out with a smirk, and San wipes away your tears from your cheeks. “As if I couldn’t get hard immediately after from just looking at you!”

You scoff, his directness has caught you a little bit of guard. You’re still trying to return to normal breathing after quite literally having been choked by his dick, not be attacked by his sudden strike of confidence.

“Can I undress you?”, he asks and you nod, all the hair he’s put away falling back in front of your face.

Once your shirt and bra is off with quick seconds of his hands at your back, San is taking his view all in, his plump lips parted and never to be closed again. Before you can wipe the grin from his face, he storms at your dekolleté, swinging his arms around you. His sucks are tugging at your nipples, after he pushes himself forward, one arm fully around your back, the other finding his way to your other breast to massage it. Moan after moan leaves your mouth and your head becomes heavy, falling to the back: his hand effortlessly catches it, finding safety in your hair. As you scratch his neck, grabbing it to pull him closer to your upper body, you repeatedly pant his name.

“Hm? What?”, he reacts, circling your skin with his tongue.

It’s so erotic, you think you’re going to cum untouched, pants on and all. San is leaving kisses everywhere on your torso, some wetter than the others. He is leaving a trace of saliva on your neck with his tongue, gliding against your chin with it, ultimately meeting your lips once again. It’s filthy, but just so, so erotic.

He’s still holding your breast in his hand, stimulating your nipples while filling your mouth with a mixture of spit and rhetoric (and very provocative) questions.

“Feels good?”, San asks with a raspy voice, his nose scrunched amusedly, when he sees how messed up you are. Strands of hair are sticking on the wet spots of your skin, drops of sweat are dripping down to your collarbones. You’re already so disheveled. “Want me to continue?”

“Yes, pl—,” You can’t find the words, as they get lost somewhere in San’s mouth, once you give him confirmation. His tongue is exploring the inner space of your mouth, and his hand has become busy with taking off your pants. You kneel, making space to let your jeans slide off your thighs and you have to raise your legs to finally get rid of it. Your panties are still on, when he lets his hand slide between your legs. His hand feels warmer than the heat that you have become, and when San finds your clitoris through the fine fabric, you spasm to the front. You bury your face into his shoulder and bite a small inch of his skin, when he begins to stroke that spot with two of his fingers and nibbles at your ear and whispers sweet nothings into it.

“So wet.”

Sharp breaths escape your breast, as he begins to play for your swollen clitoris.

“Come on, tell me what to do. There must be some things on your mind, right?”

San is luring you into a false sense of control and you’re stupid enough to obey his command. It’s just like he said; you need him, you need San, and if he doesn’t stop acting like he doesn’t know, you’re going to combust.

“Fuck, San, just make me feel—“, and though you can’t exactly hear yourself whine out from all the licking happening at your ear and his callous finger caressing your most sensitive area through the fabric, you still know you’re sighing, “so good.”

Your eyes lose focus, when you feel your panties disappear from your pussy, the cold air surprising your sensitive spot.

San sneers and finger-guns you, but before you can sneer, he sticks it into your mouth, lubing his digit up with your spit to carefully ease it to your pussy.

He groans and moves around the moisture for a short moment. San has always had quite thick fingers, but it feels even more robust now, when it slides into you. You clench around him and move your hips to the painfully slow pace of his pumps.

“Be patient. We don’t want you to hurt, do we?”

That he’s staying the nice little Sannie even in this situation makes you want to go insane, but not more than the slight scissoring to confirm your stretched innards.

“Patient enough?”, you hiss and grind against his hand again, to which San only coos, “Patient like the good girl you are.”

By then, his words and movements are almost like magic, when he angles his finger a little bit and finds your g-spot, which sends you into a short moment full of sparks and bliss, but a long, aching eternity, when it’s only repeated in the unbearably long intervals after a little bit of pulsating. You’re feeling every movement in such a detail, as if his one singular finger is becoming one with your body, one with your senses.

“Is this enough for you?”

You’re whirring and your mind is babbling nonsense from all the possibilities San is presenting you. Mushy and messed up, you move against his finger, which slips with ease through your wetness, while you try to figure out what you want more: San’s dick or San’s face.

“I’m waiting for an answer, you know,” San whispers, softly kissing your forehead, as he continues to finger you.

“Th- then eat me out,” you whine under your breath and something inside you churns, when he giggles and removes his finger. He raises you by your legs, pushing you by the hip at the same time. You’re on your back now, breathing heavily as San is aligning his face in front of your entrance.

“With pleasure,” he hums and spreads your legs with his elbows, putting you on full display. It’s much too late to feel embarrassed now. You’re not shaved, you basically haven’t done anything, but maybe the rawness of it all is what intrigues you as well.

He stretches the skin a bit with both of his hands, making it get used to the position, while he peppers soft kisses on each of your thighs, that tickle each spot of your skin. You relax into his hands and naturally, you exhale the tension out of you.

His tongue feels soft and hot compared to his finger, when he slides it from the very bottom to the top, sending a shiver to your spine. It’s sensual and slow, and it does appear to you that San is savouring the taste, pushing his whole tongue against your labia to get the full picture of it. You shudder, a mixture of your own pulsating muscle and his humming vibrating between your legs.

He sucks on your clit and you notice immediately how pleasured are, already grabbing your sheets and curling your toes, pushing your legs against his hands he’s using to keep you opened. “Fuck,” you whine and move your head to the back, yearning for more stimulation. A slight chuckle leaves San’s mouth, until he plunges his tongue into you whilst continuing to suck all the sex juice that leaks out of you. The breath leaving his nose warms your privates and you quite figuratively melt into his mouth.

This time, he doesn’t need a lot of searching for your g-spot with his fingers and you weren’t prepared to immediately be sent back to pleasure-haven. He slides through the rough walls from the inside of you and doesn’t leave any spot go untouched, while he catches anything leaving out of your pussy with his mouth, creating squelching sounds all around.

The pleasure at your clitoris and the pitter-pattering inside you is slowly tying the knot, and you shut your eyes with unavoidable whines leaving your lips. It’s all happening way too fast for you to react to each and every motion.

“Fuck, San, don’t stop, I’m— Oh, fuck—!”

The wet sounds of San’s saliva being mixed with your sex fluids, and his fingers moving in- and out of you again, they’re all adding onto the roller-coaster drop of your orgasm, but San thirstily panting “cum, cum for me!” against your vulva —while his tongue is busy pleasuring you—, his hot breath condensing against your own heat, that’s got to be one of the many significant factors that finally sends you over the top.

You moan and drive your lower body against his face, thighs closing down on him to squeeze his head.

San doesn’t even think about stopping there though and keeps you up there: He thunders his finger to push your button continuously and get every remaining squirt into his mouth, his tongue shovelling it all in.

“San, I— fuck! Please, San,” you beg, though it’s not a plead for him to stop, but rather make this moment last forever. You’re shaking, your pelvis is trembling towards his sharp nose that’s dug into your private hair, before you collapse onto your mattress and San eventually stops, grinning pridefully.

His lips are swollen pink, eyes covered with a desirous veil and San has to swipe his bangs away from his face to look at your exhausted expression that’s still recovering from that hell of a heavenly orgasm. He swallows whatever’s left inside his mouth and leans over to you in order to bathe in your bliss. Out of pure gratitude, you cup his face and kiss him.

“You look all messed up already,” he admits, and enjoyment can be heard in his voice. Returning the kiss, San prompts: “Can you handle a second round? Or want to handle a second round, that is.”

Still panting, you nod eagerly, your lips grazing against his repeatedly.

“With words, lovely.”

You whine at his mendacious, know-it-all smile and give him a slap. "Quit it with the fucking-, ugh!" With an airy voice, you groan: “Yes, San. Please. I can handle, want to handle— want you to handle me, right fucking now."

San pats your head, pressing another kiss on your forehead and crams through the night stand cabinet next to the bed, probably searching for a condom and finding an untouched package full of it.

“Freshly-bought or just unused?”, he asks jokingly, putting the hand on your cheek as if he was pitying you for your minimalistic sex life that he’s assuming. The other hand is occupied opening up the box. “When did you buy these?”, he lisps, holding the condom in his mouth to rip it open, “I hope these aren’t expired.”

“Expire my ass!”

Oh, he better know you were keeping those for a good reason every time he came over. (Though you’ll keep it a secret it took half a year to get them to use.)

“You should say how fortunate that there’s so many, San.” You sniff. “’Cause hell knows this isn’t going to be—“

San slips into the latex layer with ease and doesn’t hesitate to enter your hole with one big, smooth slide. His finger is nothing compared to the thickness you’re experiencing; you just feel full, the stretch inside you making you feel like your body is being turned inside out. Before you can finish your clap-back, a wrecked and whole-hearted moan leaves your mouth.

“Isn’t going to be what?”, San asks, lowering his upper body and ultimately pulling out a little bit, sticking a thumb into your open mouth, “The last time? Is that what it is? You know you’ll want this again? Really, sweetheart?”

You don’t even want to form words anymore and just nod eagerly, sucking at his finger that tastes slightly acidic.

“It’s so dangerous to say that, you know that?”, and he’s pressing his forehead against yours, his dark, deep eyes staring into you with suffocating concentration. His hand is buried deep in your scalp. “Because you don’t know how happy that would make me”, San purrs with a raspy voice, and an airy moan leaves his mouth the second he thrusts right back into you. “So, so, unfathomably happy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I’m going to make you my little happy whore.”

It has already occurred to you that San had taken it as a challenge to call you every pet name that exists, but for him to degrade you like that, after every single word of of his sweet-talk has entranced you into numbing euphoria, has now just taken you to another state of pure bliss. With every creak of your bed and tug at your hair, your vision gets more blurry. You can see San and only San, piercing through you with his genitalia and eyes.

“Did you get that?”

“Y- yes!”

"I don't think so."

Your forehead cools down, when San gets his body back up again and installs his hands at your hips to get a good grab and also drive himself even deeper into you.

This has been your wet daydream for the longest of time— and even if you apparently could have been fucking him already during all those hours, which is frustrating, yes, but so, so fucking hot— listening to San’s sounds of pleasure, seeing his vision get all hazed from it and watching his eyes moving to the back of his, makes it all worth it.

He pulls in and out again, finding a steady pace to really feel your inner space expand and close down on him again.

“Are you going to fuck me stupid?”, you lisp into his finger, your saliva sliding down your lip, cooling your fever down.

You can feel he’s sweating as well, as your fingers search through the cold wetness of his hair. "Do you want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Fuck me stupid, San!”

And with that appellation, San removes the thumb from your mouth and collars your throat with an almost animalistic growl and thrusts with ridiculous precision and force at the same time, a loud clap echoing through your bedroom. You’re not sure whether you’ve made a mistake, but San is absolutely blinded by pure desire now. With a slight choke, you try to moan, his shaft moving in and out of you mindlessly.

As he pounds into you, you notice once more that San’s breaths are being cut short because he’s still trying to stay as quiet as possible and you stare him down, his fingers collaring your neck.

“I, I want you to—“, you stutter, gasping for air and trying to catch up with your shaken body, “‘want to hear you moan. Moan for me, San, please!”

He laughs a little bit, panting along your plead and places his lips against your earlobe, letting you breathe freely for the short moment he's roaring things into it, his hand tangled in your hair.

“You, hah, feel just as delicious as you taste. You feel so good around my big cock. I bet you’ve never, unnh, had a big cock like mine, haven’t you? Never had someone like me, shit, fuck you out like this. How, ah, fuck, long have you been fantasizing this, huh? Days? Weeks? Months? Stupid little girl, thinks I didn't know, haha."

His breathy moans are absolute angelic, and that’s all you can comprehend, when you slowly feel your mind drift away. He’s hitting the spots just right, pressing your buttons with aligned movements. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, your moaning more strained. You don't even care that San is showing you that everything you knew was a lie, or at least an act he's kept up to mock you, because if your obliviousness has led to this moment— his cock crashing through you with a pace that makes you fear the next morning— then yes, again, it was all really worth it.

"I'm gonna—", you whine, and you're cut off by his hand again. Your eyes can barely perceive his sex-drunk expression, when you feel the knot inside you preparing itself for explosion.

"You're gonna cum?", San asks, his heavy breathing making it sound like he's gasping, "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, I am!", you grunt and the male licks his whole palm to lube it up in order to rub it around your clitoris for maximum pleasure. You shiver, your legs trying to free themselves from the heavy weight that is Choi San, and screams for mercy leave your mouth, your second orgasm sending you to heaven, hell and back to earth, when he pulls out and continues to slide his hand over your clitoris until you spasm away from his touch. In the meanwhile, San has taken the collar off your neck and resumed jacking himself off, moaning your name and other pretty words to himself.

"You're so pretty like this, fuck," he cusses, the squelching sounds in his hands becoming more inaudible. "So fucked-out, because of me— shit .. I'll—"

He grabs you by your head, pulling his own face closer to yours to meet your lips for the last time, quickly removing the condom. Sharing a deep kiss, he ejaculates onto your abdomen, moaning from his own release into your opened lips. You lay there, wordlessly, your brain both foggy and clear as it has never been. You feel your warm sweat dry refreshingly on your skin and San shuffles away from the bed, walking to the bathroom with practiced steps to discard the empty condom and return with a towel to get you clean.

"And?", he asks, as you search for your pillow to clench onto it, feeling the stretched skin inside you. Sure, San has somewhat prepared you for the fucking, but no metronome could replicate the cruel rhythm he made you cum with.

"What, and?", you ask him back, your voice a bit raspy from the loud moaning.

"How was it?"

San looks completely innocent again and it baffles you that you're falling for it again, even when his hair is forming unholy strands, immoral sweat dropping from his chin as he speaks. It's a cringe-worthy question and you would have dismissed it, if it wasn't for the cuddle you got from him.

"Come on, was it up to your imagination?", San begs you to answer, burying your body between his heated-up arms.

"Yes," you answer weakly. "Sannie, you’ve.. You've done your job. That was S-Level people pleasing, really."

San grins, placing multiple kisses over your temple and forehead. "You have such a way with words," he comments, "good thing that it really brings you far in life, hm?"

Was this the right time to make dad-jokes?

No, but nobody has fucked you out like San, so you'll let it slide. Even the corny "eating you out for breakfast" quip he makes in the morning, when you both notice that the fridge is still very much empty, or the "from study- to fuck-buddies" monologue he holds on your drive back to campus, you'll all let it slide.

(And maybe you're stating the obvious here, but poor Seonghwa is never going to forgive you for San's laugh after you say something sensational with "letting it slide" used in another context, this time in the narrow space of his residency-bedroom, his roomie having listened to all the sounds coming out of your mouth behind the thin walls.)

part two: “into it, too deep”

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #choi san x reader #choi san smut #choi san scenarios #choi san x you #choi san x y/n #haveyourwaywithwordsbemypeoplepleaser #chokkiwa

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saiyanwitcher · 3 months ago

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Holy crap, Prince of Death is such a tour de force! The attention to detail, the world-building, the intense drama, the raw emotions - it's all just stunning.

Admittedly, I know almost nothing about DBZ, and you've done a fantastic job weaving just enough background into the narrative for the uninitiated while making it your own for this universe at the same time. The blend of fantasy and sci-fi on display is so yummy and rich to devour.

And Max just needs the biggest hug, ugh. At least he's together with Charles... (for now?!) - tho, I can already picture the angst and drama ahead when Max wakes up - poor thing bears the weight of duty so heavily and personally (and honorably).

And Alonso - omg!! Love how he calls Max out for his shit, protects him, teaches him, just - everything about him in his role in this AU is gold.

Hopefully Carlos stops being a little punk - maybe once he realizes that Alonso has also sent his prince to the same destination that he set for Charles (which I'm dying to see where that it is, btw - with pop culture in my head, I can see anything from Dagobah to Hoth to Vormir to... even Mars lol - whatever you choose, I know it will be great), or once Carlos has an inevitable reconciliation and he sees just compatible Max & Charles truly are... such potential! ✨

I did have higher hopes for George, ugh. He should know better than to follow in his master's vile footsteps, but otherwise, he makes for a rich villain. And that's to say nothing of Jos - you've done an excellent job making him truly repulsive with his physical & emotional abuse in the name of controlling Max. And I absolutely cannot wait for him to get his just deserts - to be on the receiving end of Max letting the full force of his power loose, hair & eyes flaming as he unleashes raw fury - oh, please, please, let it be so! (Tho, no matter how Jos goes down, it will still be infinitely rewarding).

... okay, this got way longer than I thought, so my apologies 🤭 But in short, this fic is just outta-this-world stellar. Thank you so much for sharing and I look forward to reading more ❤🚀

Hello there!

I've really tried my hardest to explain things thoroughly and adapt the universe to make it my own, so I'm glad people aren't like . . . wtf are you talking about? 😅

Alonso is so amazing and fit this roll perfectly in my head, I'm glad it's translating on paper. While he's not Max's or Charles' real dad, he's the father they both deserve.

Carlos is in for some major transformation of character in part 2 as well as George. Those two need some growth and perspective, and they will be getting both (for better or worse) as the story goes on.

I'm so glad you mentioned the little sneak peak I gave for Max's potential in ch 12! I didn't get a lot of comments on it, but in his rage and grief, trying to protect himself, he tapped into something that he will need to find again later. Now, did he find it because it was about Charles? Or has he always had it and just couldn't break through 👀 Regardless, there will be more exploration in part 2.

Max is having the hardest time the poor baby! But you are right . . . when he wakes up 👀 He is so confused lol. In fact, enjoy a little piece:

A soft surface beneath him felt strangely comforting against his back, but the sight of the stars whizzing by outside the familiar red-tinted glass disoriented him.

The robotic feminine voice of the scouting pod continued to drone on in the background, its words barely registering as Max struggled to make sense of the situation.

“. . . initiating vapor bath reversal protocol. You are now one parsec away from your destination. . . ”

Limbs moving slowly, body trying to regain control, Max felt the seat surface behind him gently rise, before lowering again. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he was in the scouting pod meant for Charles to flee Jos’ base ship.

Stunned, Max whipped around to discover that the soft surface his back had been resting against was Charles’ chest, still moving gently with each slow breath.

Relief flooded through him when he spotted the Eldri resting behind him, still unconscious, but seemingly unharmed.

His relief was short-lived, when the memories of the launch deck came rushing back.

#prince of death #wip #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #anon ask

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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 months ago

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because i’m missing my comfort people dennis and wifey 🥹 dennis leaving for work and wifey missing her boo 🥹 dennis coming home and comforting wifey with endless reassurance, kisses, and cuddles 🥹💙🫂

OMG, I love this idea, nonnie! I missed my Dennis asks!!! And this one had me bubbling! Have a very long drabble, or at least that’s what I’m calling it!

And Dennis is gonna be giving Wifey a little bit more than kisses and cuddles 🤗

Also, I'm only slightly sorry about giving your friends stripper names but I love these names too much.

You had it all planned—your first off day in weeks—and it was a Friday. You were dropping DJ off at daycare; you would meet up with Destiny for brunch and mimosas and Amber for gossip and girl talk at the nail salon before heading back to pick up your little man. You even patted your back for being so organized.

That is, until Friday morning rolls around. One by one, your previously planned activities fall off of your schedule.

Amber had been called into work, so she wouldn’t be able to accompany you.

Destiny ended up taking care of a sick child, and hearing the painful coughing on the phone cemented her plans for the day.

Even DJ didn’t want you to keep him out of daycare for the day. You thought he might want to spend the day with his lonely Mama. But he stood firm at the front door holding his jacket, knowing this was the time you usually left for school.

Helping him into his jacket, you couldn’t help but be happy that your baby boy likes going to daycare. But sometimes you just wanted him to be your little boy—let him fall asleep in your arms, hold his hand when he’s scared, or kiss him on the forehead in front of his friends.

But now he was such a big kid. Sure, he was three years old, and that’s not that big. But don’t go saying that to the parent of said child. And don’t say it to the kid either. They’ll both deny it. He’s a full adult with responsibilities and a Lightning McQueen wallet.

Your big kid wants you to let him get out of the car on his own, even though he can’t reach the ground if he were to open the door himself. He’s not big on getting walked to his classroom either.

But you get it. To him, this is the adult world. For all he knows, this is the same thing Daddy is doing right now. Putting away his lunch box and trying to figure out if he should play cars with Dante or color with Breanna.

You watch as he sits down next to a little girl with braids in her hair, and she turns to smile at him. He makes a face you’ve never seen him make before and it clicks. DJ has his first crush. And she’s adorable.

Ok, you can’t handle this right now. You decide to get a high-priced, too-sweet iced coffee and think about how it feels like your little boy is going to be moving out on his own soon, getting married, and having his own family. Sure, you’re getting ahead of yourself. But iced coffee is good for distracted thinking.

So distracted that you are surprised when your phone rings while you sit in the parking lot of the coffee shop but happy to see that it is Dennis. So happy to see Dennis’ name on your phone that you yelp in shock when you pick it up.

“Bubby! It’s so good to hear your voice,” you blurt, setting your sweet drink in a cup holder.

“It’s good to hear your voice too, sweetheart. I wanted to check in on you. Was DJ good about going into daycare?” he asks, you can hear him shuffling some papers around.

“I think he’s gonna be just fine. He’s got a girlfriend, and she’s pretty,” you lament.

“Ok, well, he gets his charm from you. We always said that,” Dennis pauses, a small chuckle escaping. “Are you sitting somewhere thinking about him as an adult? Like when he moves out and gets married and all that. Sweetheart, he is three years old. We got some time before we need to worry about that.”

“Den, you should have seen that little man. He had a whole personality. He’s a big kid now. I miss my baby boy,” you sniffle, wiping at your wet eyes.

“You know, we talked about this before, and I know I’m bringing this up at a very vulnerable time for you—”

“Dennis, just say it, baby,” you cut in.

“Why don’t we give him a little sister? And listen, hear me out—”

“How soon can you get home?” You interrupt Dennis again, and he’s not upset about it.

“Gimme twenty?” he guesses, somehow keeping himself calm through this.

“See you at home, Daddy,” you breathe, ending the call and driving yourself home.

You arrive home and see Dennis’ car already in the driveway. You park and enter the house, smiling when you see the lights are dim in the living room. Closing the door behind you, you find a sticky note that reads, “Come to the bedroom”.

You didn’t have to be told twice, shedding your clothes along the way. By the time you reach the bedroom, you are still in your underwear but not your bra. Relishing the view as you enter your room, you bite your lip in anticipation.

Dennis is lying against the pillows on your bed, unclothed except for his boxers. And if you had to put money on it, you guess he has been edging himself just thinking about you pregnant again.

“There’s my girl,” he purrs, his soothing baritone comforting your weary soul. He moves to stand up, but you put up a hand and usher him to stay in bed.

You tuck your thumbs in your underwear, pulling them down slowly so Dennis can watch. Then you move over to him, removing his boxers before fisting his cock and slowly pumping his length.

He grabs your arm, tugging you into bed with him. At first, he kisses your neck and over your collarbone. Moving to play with your breasts, he tongues at one nipple while fingering the other.

Picking his head up, he hovers over you and starts laughing.

“Ok, what happened?” you question, leaning up on your elbows.

“I was just thinking we’re so worried about our kid growing up too fast that we’re putting ourselves through it all over again. Willingly, I might add. We raced home to make a baby. Are we those people, sweetheart?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your sternum.

“Oh, my God. I think we are those people. I want nothing more than you to give me another baby. I just want to create another little human with you. And DJ would make such a cute big brother,” you laugh-cry, pausing to wipe at your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart. I want to create another little human with you, too,” he sighs, wiping your eyes and bringing your mouths together in a heated kiss. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Let’s make a baby!” you gush, tangling a hand in his dishwater blonde hair.

When you finally feel his length prodding at your entrance, you welcome him in then wrap your legs around his svelte waist. Once he bottoms out, you feel at peace for the first time all day long.

Dennis takes his time with you, doing most of the work. He presses kisses all along your neck and jaw, whispers the filthiest words in your ear, and thrusts into you without abandon.

He knows this moment is so precious—the making of your next child. But he also knows that this is the hottest thing he’s ever left work early for. So, you can bet he’s going to be putting in some effort.

He’s flipped you into more positions than you can count; you’re going to be feeling it for the next week or two. You’ve never felt more overwhelmed. Sex with the person you love to make a baby? The rumors are true. It’s awesome.

When Dennis feels that you’ve had enough orgasms, he settles in to chase his release. Locking eyes with you, he stares into your pretty orbs as you watch him fight to fill you to the brim.

“You ready for me, sweetheart? I’m so close. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rambles, so close to his peak that he could scream.

“I’m ready, bubby. Knock me up, already,” you goad, knowing full well that this man gets off on being teased.

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he surmised, seeing the smug satisfaction on your face. “Shit, fuck. I’m gonna knock you up, sweetheart. Here it comes,” he trails off, shoving his head in the crook of your neck.

Between the loving nonsense Dennis is speaking into your skin and the lingering twitches of his shaft inside you, you are overwhelmed with emotional and physical stimulation.

Before you can get too comfortable, Dennis is rising and pulling out. He hooks an arm under your bent legs and sways them gently from side to side.

“I read that doing this helps the chances of conception,” Dennis deadpans when you look at him like he has three heads.

“You have been wanting another baby, haven’t you?” If you were a cartoon, your eyes would be popping out of their sockets in the shapes of hearts. To find out he has been reading about conception has you turning into a puddle of tears.

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted another kid since DJ was still a newborn. Watching you with him is one of my greatest joys. The idea of getting to see it all over again? Like winning the lottery twice,” he beams.

And just like that, you feel warmth spread throughout your entire body.

You’ll go on and on telling both your obstetrician and your husband that you know the exact moment that Dennis made you pregnant. It wasn’t until looking over your period tracking and counting the days since your last missed period that they realized you were possibly right.

When the doctor places your little girl in your arms after nine long months of morning sickness, bloated feet, and heartburn, she instantly quiets down. She has powerful lungs, but as soon as she is laid across your chest, the urge to fuss is gone.

In terms of looks, she is a blob that poops and eats and sleeps. She’s a baby. But she’s your baby. You turn your head to look at Dennis. And of course, he is crying. Marveling at how her little hand grabs onto his finger.

While the doctors are taking care of your nether bits, you busy yourself with watching your husband coo at his new daughter. You’re reminded of when you watched him with DJ, and it gets to you. Making new memories with your family doesn’t mean the other ones get erased.

Just means you get more of them to choose from.

Once DJ is brought in to meet his new baby sister, it’s all over. That is HIS baby sister, and HE’S the big brother around these parts. He becomes the overprotective big brother within minutes of her being born.

She’s sure to love that in her teen years. But we aren’t there yet.

Let’s just focus on all the tiny baby socks and matching the kids’ outfits together, and Halloween is right around the corner. You would love to see everyone in a matching set of whatever you could get your hands on.

And just like you did with your first baby, you imagine them with their kids. Seeing them with their spouses, happy and full of love.

But for right now, in this specific moment, you can be grateful. You have your full house with your husband and your children; you are happy, and you feel loved.

#ask reply #dennis baker #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #my headcanons

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dragonmasterhiccup · 2 months ago

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(‘Tell my muse something they need to hear’)

Danny had, once again, snuck into Hiccups hut through the window; the one on the ground floor near the door, meaning that she didn’t really need to use the window, but still, it was fun.

Sneaking up behind Hiccup, she silently tapped him on the shoulder.

“Uh… hi? Hold on…” She pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from her belt bag, unfolding it and reading it. “Something that you need to hear…hm… Oh! One, you need to take like, a twelve hour nap, before Astrid starts going after you. And two…” She scratched the side of her head in thought.

“You’re a really good Chief, for starters— And I think you’re a good person too, just in general. Um…” Did she really want to say the next part? She wasn’t a gross sap like Hiccup, but… it was good to tell people that you appreciated them every once in a while, right? “I think you should know that you’re a really good brother and… I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t let me stay on Berk…” Yeah, okay, too much. “And you need to know that your village appreciates you too, and even for the people that don’t-“ She coughed, muttering Spitelouts name. “They’re just being stupid and you shouldn’t listen to them. Okay, good talk, bye!”

(Omg this was a little longer than I thought lol, but it was such a good opportunity for Danny to tell him that he needs to know that he’s appreciated 😝😝 she’s so embarrassed though lol)

Tell my muse something they need to hear.

Hiccup was sitting at his desk, pouring over some blueprints for a new project.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he turned around, confused as to who it could be, and his wide eyes softened, a smile spreading across his face as he saw Danny.

"Danny! You know, you could have just used the door..."

He rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of the twelve hour nap. "I'm getting seven hours of sleep now, you know...that's more than enough, isn't it?"

His whole expression softened, his shoulders dropping in surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wow, uh...thank you, I...I don't know what to say...." Looking down, he fought to find the right words.

"That was definitely some things I needed to hear." Standing up, he pulled Danny into a big hug before she could run off. "I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't have a great sister, and I for one am really glad you stayed on Berk, too."

Pulling away, he chuckled. "as for Spitelout, I'm not too worried about him any more!"

"Danny? What you said...it meant a lot. I know that couldn't have been easy for you, so, thank you, really."

#asks #tallestgrace #(((STOP THIS WAS ADORABLE)))

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dollsonmain · 25 days ago

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Ok, so...

Manager started a notebook and told us to write down what we need to order in the notebook, so I've been doing that.

I add things as I become aware of it being needed.

Today I wrote in something I'd asked for repeatedly (pork BBQ rib patties/McRibs, basically, which I suspect she only saw "BBQ pork" and stopped reading and that's why we have so many tubs of bbq pulled pork in the freezer....) and she was like "Make sure you tell me what you need by Mondays because the order goes in on Tuesday.

I was like "Ok..."

She can just order all that stuff on the next Tuesday... Next... Next week... Does she want me to not write things down UNTIL Monday???? Or write them as the week goes by and I become aware they're needed like I had been??????? Like wh...... The latter is more efficient?

I had asked for that repeatedly? There are 2 left (2 rib patties in a huge box in the freezer.......) and they won't sell by the time Monday rolls around again either way but... I did ask previously for that product.

Like, we stood there and had a conversation about them. We had lots of sub rolls expiring soon, and she had previously said she didn't want to order more rib patties because they weren't selling, so I suggested we put the rib patties into the sub rolls [because we normally slap them on burger buns and they look ridiculous because the bun covers about half the patty in the center and they really should be on sub rolls] and then heat them up and put them in the hot case, because people like to buy them out of the hot case and then be done with them. And she was like "Oh well they kind of took off..." and I was like "That's because I've been putting them in the hot case." They really do sell out of there, but not out of the cold case, and the same goes for the buffalo chicken with pepperjack. No one wants that cold, but when they're warm, people snatch them up.

I........

This week we have one tub of chicken salad that is brand new, I opened it yesterday, it expires today, and I was expected to make tons of little chicken salad sandwiches out of it, but if I do that then I have to throw it all away tomorrow and that seems a waste of bread, which we're always out of. Not that it's the right bread. It's "white wheat" bread which is just bread made with whole wheat flour that's been ground down finely.

She bought some burger buns at a store to make sandwiches with today and they all expire today.

I just.......

How has no one noticed this was happening??????? Like, NO one thought to check expiration dates?????? The past FOUR YEARS?

I'm so confused.

Me checking expiration dates has definitely opened her eyes to some issues, though. She's rearranging sections of the store, now, implementing pseudo-plan-o-grams in places that it's easy to do that like the automotive stuff and paper goods, things that don't move fast, to make reordering things easier, etc. but she's not THERE, yet, and the inventory is still all wrong.

I also saw her drawing a diagram for the Monster energy drinks so she's certainly looking at things a little differently, lately.

I'm still not sure if I can say to her "I know how to set up and manage a micro-warehouse because I have one in my basement. If you set me loose, I can get this all sorted, but everyone has to be on board and maintain the system for it to work and save you lots of trouble and money over time." because she is head strong and it would cost some money, AND she's just Manager. Everything has to pass by Owner, too, and he's not seeming too flexible.

And also that's not my job, my job is "cashier". I'm already doing way more than my job. I get paid $12/hr. That's nothing compared to the amount and variety of work I do. But the kind of person that I am, if given this Thing that needs fixed, omg let me fix it, just like how I've been pulling out fixtures that haven't been moved in ages and cleaning under and behind them and now she has the other employees doing stuff like that later in the day, too.

I am definitely shaking things up in there, and still not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's good for the store, certainly, in general. It's bad for the bottom line in the moment because they're suddenly having to liquidate expired stuff left and right because I go find it when I'm bored (all the more reason to not let me get bored, I guess), and that's showing Manager and Owner how inefficient the inventory and ordering is. I'm sure it's frustrating af for the both of them to have someone come in and be like "Wow, all of this is wrong."

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hairstevington · 2 years ago

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Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - chapter 4!!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie has a conversation with Robin that makes him realize there's a lot more to Steve's life than he originally thought. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3.2K, more chapters to come

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, canon universe (more or less) set before season 4, body swap, they are idiots, ANGST, revenge (attempted, see: they are idiots), POV switching

A/N: Omg not updating has been agonizing for me but it's midterm season and I just spent the weekend in NYC where I saw MAYA HAWKE IN CONCERT (!!!) She is amazing we love her, this one's for you Maya <3

“Uhhhh…” Steve didn’t even know where to start with his explanation. He looked around at the students bustling through the halls. “Maybe we should -”

“Drama club room, let’s go.”

Dustin led Steve through the hallways of Hawkins High to the drama club room. Once inside, Steve noticed the way the Hellfire table was arranged, including Eddie’s throne at the end of it. Steve chuckled to himself, thinking it was absurd. He really loves this power trip, doesn’t he?

Curiosity tugged at him, though, and a few moments later he was sitting in said throne to test it out. You know, to see if it was as lush as it looked.

(It was)

“Damn, this thing is cozy,” Steve said, admiring the soft velvet on the arms.

“Watch it - if Eddie finds out you sat in his chair he’ll totally -”

“Technically I’m not sitting in the chair, he is,” Steve argued. “And he’s allowed to sit here whenever he wants, right? My actual ass is nowhere near this thing. It could be anywhere, actually. Maybe he got me arrested already or something -”

“Jesus, Steve - shut up about the chair and your ass and just tell me what happened already!” Dustin exclaimed, exasperated. “After I left. Then what?”

Steve recounted the story to the best of his ability. The bullies, the power plant, the lightning, the swap. He intentionally left out the shower thing, due to him and Eddie’s agreement. Thankfully, Steve had gotten pretty good at keeping secrets and pretending things never happened.

“So, yeah. I went to school and he’s been at work now for uhhh -” Steve looked at his watch to double check the time. “Two and a half hours, just about. If he even went to work, I mean. I don’t trust the guy.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve winced at how much his dislike for Eddie annoyed Dustin, but it’s just the way it was. Eddie was kind of an asshole to Steve.

“Sorry, I’m trying, man, but he just -”

“I know, it’s fine,” Dustin interrupted him. “Okay, so you swapped bodies. How do we get you to switch back?”

“If we knew that, we would have done it,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay, smartass,” Dustin replied. “So we look into when the next big storm is, and we get you guys back to the plant -”

“Woaaah, woah, woah,” Steve interjected. “You want us to get struck by lightning again? Dude, it like - it really sucked the first time.”

“So you just want to stay like this forever, then?”

“I’m just saying there’s gotta be other options,” Steve pleaded, desperate for Dustin to give him the real answer. The kid was smart. He’d figure something out. Preferably something immediate and painless.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin replied. “Our first theory. It’s a start , Steve.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “So, we go track down a weatherman and ask him when we'll get lightning again or something?” Dustin sighed, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, then relaxed them.

“No, we don’t track down a weatherman. The weather is on the TV or in the paper, idiot.” Steve’s look of realization - raised eyebrows, mouth in an o-shape, slight nod - was one Dustin had seen several times on Steve’s face. It looked much different on Eddie’s. Foreign. Incorrect.

Weird.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” he replied.

“We’ll look up the weather later,” Dustin proposed. “But first, we’re going to the video store.”

Robin arrived at Family Video at 2:58pm - two minutes ahead of her shift. Eddie had been waiting patiently, adjusting to the boredom of it all, and finding joy in little things to pass the time. Keith had left around 2:30, but nobody had come in since then. He could have left too, but he didn’t. He considered it, but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to do the right thing. He hated that stupid voice. Eddie always felt like it didn’t matter whether he did the right or wrong thing, he’d always just get the short end of the stick either way. But, as much as he wanted to be the tough-as-nails asshole he presented himself as, and as much as he wanted to ruin Steve’s life, he knew deep down he wasn’t going to do anything. Eddie had ruined his own life. He knew what that felt like already, and he didn’t care to feel that downfall a second time.

So, a new tactic. He was going to be a good person. He was going to try to be a good person, anyway. ‘Kill them with kindness,’ right? He’d already proved that Steve sucked at his job, and that Eddie could do it better. What other ways could Eddie show Steve that he could be some preppy pretty-faced rich kid too, given the right resources? What if Eddie just…stole Steve’s life a little bit? Would that be so terrible?

“Hey,” Eddie said as Robin entered the store.

“Hey, Dingus.” She hardly looked at him as she sped past him to the back room. “You owe me for last night. That old guy we hate came in here and made me describe the plot of like ten different movies before settling on one again.” He followed her voice into the back room, where she dropped her backpack.

“Yikes,” he responded, even though Eddie would have probably been happy doing that, depending on the movies. Robin joined Eddie behind the counter a moment later.

“Okay, so - wait woah, ” she said once she looked at him for the first time. “Steve, your hair. What happened to it?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie knew exactly what she meant. It was frizzy and huge, with bits and pieces sticking up every which way. He looked like a mad scientist.

“You look like Doc Brown,” she said, echoing Eddie’s thoughts. He smirked. “And you’re smiling about it? Who are you and what have you done with Harrington?”

For a moment, Eddie thought the jig was up already regarding his identity. He’d barely said anything and she knew by the hair alone. Figures, he thought to himself.

He assumed she’d keep pestering him about it, but she dropped it immediately, to Eddie’s surprise. She started sorting the return bin, chattering away about her day at school.

“Oh, yeah. I heard Mrs. Lipton is a total hardass,” Eddie replied after she’d finished complaining about a class policy.

“Steve, you literally had her last year,” Robin countered. “Did you stay out all night again or something?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Eddie said. “Right, yeah. I remember now - Mrs. Lipton’s class. That was torture.”

“It’s probably worse than when we actually got tortured,” Robin remarked, so casually that Eddie thought it must have been a joke. He thought about how Steve and Robin had worked together at the mall, and guessed that was what she was referring to.

“Definitely.” He hoped a generic, non-committal response would suffice. Robin was cool, but sometimes he didn’t know how to talk to her because she was just as sarcastic as Eddie, with far less energy in the delivery. He had no idea when she was serious.

“Although, I just remembered the bonesaw,” she said as she continued to shuffle through tapes. “Actual torture was worse. But only by a little.” She smirked, so Eddie did the same, but holy fucking shit? What?

There wasn’t a single way Eddie could make sense of that, unless it was some weird long-running inside joke. It had to be that. Right?

Right?!

A customer came in, successfully distracting Eddie from his internal monologue for the time being.

“Hellooo, how can I help you?” he quickly asked, surprising himself at how well he’d adapted to the job. He finished handling the customer, intentionally asking Robin to ring them up so he could peer over her shoulder and double check how she used the system.

Yeah, he’d been doing it wrong. Ah well.

The customer left, and Robin sighed, searching for a new topic of conversation. She settled on -

“So, how’s Joanna?” She was leaning back on the counter, without a hint of jealousy on her face. Eddie wondered if she and Steve really were just friends, but he doubted it, for some reason. They seemed close, and kind of perfect for each other. They’d worked two jobs together, had weird inside jokes about torture, were brutally honest with each other…

It didn’t add up.

“She’s good. Really good,” Eddie answered, having no idea who Joanna was.

“Better than Maggie?” she asked. Eddie’s eyes widened. He knew Steve got around in high school, but he thought that after graduation he’d cooled things down. Especially after that Scoops Ahoy getup - Eddie hoped that Steve had lost his touch. He’d relished in the thought that Steve had peaked. But nope.

“I dunno,” Eddie answered, lost in thought. He kept looking at Robin’s reactions. She wasn’t fazed in the slightest talking about Steve’s sexcapades.

Robin was pretty. She was smart. Funny. Why wasn’t Steve going for her? Eddie couldn’t figure it out. At first he assumed Steve was leading her on, and that she had an unrequited crush on him that he held over her. But it didn’t seem that way, now that he was talking to her. Maybe they’d already had a history? Maybe they’d dated in the past and realized they were better as friends? But WHY -

“Steve, you’re so lucky,” Robin said with a sigh. “You’ve got all these beautiful girls at your fingertips, meanwhile I can’t even muster up the courage to look at Vicki for more than 5 seconds at a time or I feel like I’m gonna faint.” Eddie took in her words slowly, watching her as she hopped onto the counter and played around with the rings on her fingers. Eddie missed his own rings. He would have been fidgeting with them himself if he wasn’t occupying Steve’s ringless hands. “What?” she asked, after noticing him staring at her. Whoops.

“Uh, nothing,” Eddie replied. I wasn’t supposed to hear that. I’m not supposed to know this. He felt immediately guilty knowing Robin had come out to him basically without her consent. The ethics of it all were weird and complicated, but it still felt wrong. As she continued to talk about being put next to Vicki in the marching band and how excited she was for it, Eddie stared into the distance and tried not to let guilt eat away at him until he was hollow inside.

“You’re acting…weird. Is everything okay?” Her question snapped him out of his own thoughts once again, and he nodded, meekly. “Steve, I know something is wrong. Spill it.”

Eddie wasn’t sure why he directed the conversation where he did. He just figured that, if he was headed to hell anyway, he might as well commit to it. Time for some answers.

“Can we talk about the time we got…uh…tortured?” Robin’s face was curious at first, before it shifted into sincerity. She nodded.

“Yeah, we can. I just know we usually don’t mention it. Is that what’s going on today? Did you have another nightmare or something?”

God, their friendship was so precious it hurt. A half hour ago, Eddie would have been delighted to learn that Steve Harrington had run to his best friend about nightmares, but now it felt different.

“Mhm, yeah,” Eddie answered. “The, uh. The bonesaw.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Robin replied with guilt on her face. Oh, no. Now I’ve made her feel guilty when I’m the one at fault here. Shit. Balls. Abort!

“Not your fault,” Eddie said quickly. “I promise. Just. That’s a really crazy thing we went through, you know?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agreed. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot, you and me. Secret spy messages, evil Russians, giant monsters, girls with superpowers, -” Oh, she’s got to be kidding me. No. That’s not real. No way. “- Dustin calling his girlfriend ‘Suzypoo’,” she finished with a smile. He’d heard about ‘Suzypoo,’ and the name made him cringe every time. Eddie would have laughed, had his entire mind not just been blown.

Out of everyone at the school, Robin was one of the few who didn’t look down on Eddie. They didn’t talk much - only in passing, really - but she treated him like any other human being. And here, at Family Video, she was being incredibly kind to Steve. Eddie wasn’t sure if she would have treated Eddie the same, and now he desperately wanted to know.

Here’s the thing about Eddie - once he had a thought, it ached in him until he acted on it. It got him into plenty of trouble, but otherwise he just felt…itchy.

“Nah, you’re good,” he responded. I have to know. “Hey, so you know Eddie Munson?”

“Uhhh, yeah.” She was keeping up with his rapid switching of conversation topics with ease. “Why do you ask?”

“Just, uh. Just curious. Dustin talks about him all the time, you know.” She nodded in agreement. Eddie continued - he couldn’t seem to stop. “What do you think of the guy?” Robin was still unfazed by this line of questioning, somehow. Eddie felt a desperate urge to keep pressing until he felt resistance. The ache was insatiable.

“I think he’s - I guess I don’t really have an opinion?”

This shocked Eddie more than anything she’d said so far, including the torture thing somehow.

“You don’t have an opinion on him?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a shrug. “Like, he’s just a guy. We go to school together. I don’t really know him.”

Just a guy?! Eddie was offended for some reason. He’d never been referred to as just a guy before.

“You’re not, like, scared of him or - you don’t think he’s stupid, or a freak, or a druggie, or, like, a future serial killer? You don’t think he’s insane or brainwashing the youth into some kind of satanist cult? None of that?” Those were the kind of descriptors he’d heard his whole six years (and counting!) at Hawkins High. Just a guy? Fuck no.

“I never really bought into that,” Robin replied. “But it certainly sounds like you did.” She rolled her eyes. Oh my god, this is the coolest chick I’ve ever met. “Come on, Steve. I thought I knocked that bitchy judgmental shit out of you.” Please be my friend and not Harrington’s, I beg you.

“Old habits die hard,” Eddie responded. She still wasn’t fazed. One more question. “Okay, so like - hypothetically…” Robin huffed out a short laugh and turned to Eddie, waiting. “If we had never become friends, and we were all still in high school, who would you rather have been friends with? Me or Eddie?”

“This is about Dustin, isn’t it? Steve, for the last time, you don’t have to feel jealous or threatened by Eddie.” Wait, wait, wait. Hold the goddamn phone. Harrington is jealous of me??? He grinned, which probably made him look crazy, but he didn’t care. Steve, for whatever reason, was jealous of Eddie, and now he could die happy. “Dustin loves you, okay? You’ve saved his life - like, many times. Just because he has another older-brother figure at school doesn’t mean he forgot about you. I promise. ”

Well, that was a lot of information. He’d deal with it later, making a mental note to confront Steve about the torture and the monsters and the girl with superpowers and saving Dustin’s life the next time they saw each other. First, he had to get back to his initial point.

“Answer the question, Robin. Me or Eddie?” He could feel himself pushing his luck, going from annoying and quirky into rightfully suspicious territory. She groaned and rolled her eyes so hard she looked possessed.

“You are such a dumbass, Steve. A few years ago? Yeah, it probably would have been Eddie just because you were such a douchebag in Click’s class. But then you and I were brought together by the great powers of the universe, - or, Scoops Ahoy and the Russians, I guess - and I found out you’re actually my platonic soulmate, and I’m here with you, dingus. Not Eddie. Can we move on?”

Before Eddie could even process the irony of her comments (and how giddy her answer made him), the front door opened. The pair turned towards it, ready to handle whatever customers were coming in.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He knew the people in front of him, and he had to say - he preferred the strangers. He was just getting a taste of this life, and he didn’t want it to end, yet.

“I honestly didn’t expect you actually to still be here,” Eddie watched himself say in the doorway.

“Okay, what is going on?” Robin asked. “Why wouldn’t Steve still be here? Am I being pranked or something? Steve, you know I hate -”

“That’s not Steve,” Dustin said, pointing at the man beside Robin. Her face contorted into confusion.

“What?!”

“You know?” Eddie asked Dustin, who nodded.

“He figured it out,” Steve added.

“Smart kid,” Eddie acknowledged.

“I mean, yeah,” Dustin replied. “But Steve is also a really bad actor.”

“Shocking,” Eddie said. Robin pressed her fingers to her temples.

“If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on in the next ten seconds I swear to god I will -”

“Eddie and Steve swapped bodies,” Dustin explained, pointing at the two men.

There was a solid beat of heavy silence. Nobody knew what to say. Eddie finally settled on -

“Uh, yeah. That is in fact what happened.”

He looked at Robin’s astonished face. She didn’t even bother going through the denial phase of all this - if what she’d been saying was true, she probably had just learned to accept all batshit insanity. Then, Eddie realized that must have been why Steve had been so passive about the whole thing the night before. The bodyswap thing was weird and awful, but it wasn’t, you know, torture by Russians.

“So that’s why you were asking all those questions,” Robin deduced after a minute. “Wow. Wow, okay. But, like - oh my god.” Her expression twisted into pure fear. “Wait, but I told you -”

“I know,” Eddie said, his hands up in surrender. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m not gonna say anything, I promise.”

“What did she tell you?” Dustin asked, curiously. Eddie looked at Steve, who was also frozen. Eddie had to think fast.

“About, um. The monsters,” he said while flashing reassuring eyes at Robin. She relaxed ever so slightly.

“Yeah, sorry,” she said once she started breathing again. “I was telling Steve - I mean, I was telling him about - well, about what we went through over the summer, and I just -”

“That’s okay,” Dustin excused immediately. “Eddie isn’t going to tell anyone, right?”

“Cross my heart,” Eddie said, genuinely. Who the hell was he gonna tell, anyway? He briefly caught eyes with Robin once again, who stared at him tentatively. She was back to fidgeting with her rings, eyes darting from Eddie to Dustin to Steve and back again. “Promise.”

Her eyes found Eddie and stayed fixed on him long enough to accept his words as truth. Then, she nodded.

(next chapter)

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#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #freaky friday steddie's version #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie and steve #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #writing

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reanbowful · 2 years ago

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hi Rei !! i hope you’re doing great <3 i wanted to ask if u could write something about alex, gray, ben, teddy, jake (and whoever u want !!) with an airhead girlfriend, like she’s just kind and dumb lol

thank you !!

Hello! I’m doing great thanks!! And thank you for requesting 🤍

“you serious?”

if you catch on to stuff a lot slower than other people

(alex, gray, ben, teddy, jake)

alex go / go hyuntak

I find this so funny because Alex seems like the type of guy who would dump everything out when telling a story and HATES to be interrupted. While YOU, don’t get a single shit that he’s saying but is afraid to ask questions so you just nod your head awkwardly.

So then he just explains stuff begrudgingly before you even finish your questions.

Alex knew that you’re a little slow into catching onto things because you often space out and lose some words.

This is just normal occurrence for him.

He was telling a story about how he was caught by the principal trying to leave school back when he was in middle school.

And he can already tell, with your slow nods and wandering eyes, that your mind is not really there.

“So then, I was walking through the door.”

“What door?”

Alex pursed his lips.

“The back door by the school yard.”

“Ah ok ok.”

He did not look convinced when you made a face of confusion but whatever.

“But then he saw me and yelled ‘ALEX’ like really loud.”

“How did he-“

“Through the window.”

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You’re not dumb. Gray won’t agree with it.

Your brain just lags a little. But you’re not dumb.

“Okay, babe listen. So, here’s this.”

You have a math quiz tomorrow, and Gray was kind enough to come over and try to break each formula down for you to use tomorrow.

Well, even if you told him that it’s really no need cause you’re not going to pass anyway.

Gray accepts the challenge though.

“I don’t get it.”

He drew the diagram again. You’ve been going at this chapter for almost 2 hours now. And this specific problem for like 45 minutes already.

“See here. You can’t have an empty variable, nor can you have more than one in each.”

Gray watched as you stare at him uneasily. Eyes yelling, “Head empty, no thoughts.”

He was about to pick the pen up and move the paper again when you stop him with a clap.

“Ah! So, you can’t be single and cheat. Got it.”

“…”

“Well, I guess that’s one analogy you can follow.”

ben park / park humin

Honestly, I picture Ben to be a similar kind of person.

So congratulations you have someone to be equally confused with!

You were at the cafe you work in, together with the other Eunjang boys.

The cafe is quite slow, so you gave yourself the liberty to just join in on their conversation as they wait out for your shift to end.

Alex and Teddy were debating about something serious but you couldn’t quite catch on when you were messing around with Ben, giggling behind the counter.

“Alright, let’s settle this once and for all. Y/N, which ride do you prefer?”

Alex’s voice brought you back to reality.

Oh shit. What do you say?

“Huh? Uhm.. the subway?”

They all look at you. Absolutely confused.

“Oh, um. We’re not talking about that...”

“We’re not?”

“No, Ben. We’re not.”

Alex took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Okay. Atlantis or French Revolution.” (rides in Lotte World)

“Atlantis.” “Atlantis!”

Both you and Ben look at each other, beaming when you let out the same answer.

“BABE!“

“OMG BABE!”

Alex (lovingly) rolled his eyes.

“You really are a match made in heaven.”

teddy jin / jin taeoh

I feel like Teddy would get frustrated if you constantly cannot understand what he’s trying to say.

Like especially if he’s talking about something serious, he would prefer that you just listen to him until he’s finished rather than asking him every single questions. Because he could actually get mad.

HOWEVER, when he does get mad, he wouldn’t like go crazy on you. Like he wouldn’t yell or anything. He would just sigh and leave until he’s sure enough he won’t lash out on you.

But if it’s just an everyday joke, he will just brush it off with an ‘are you serious?’ look on his face.

“AC causes global warming.”

“Yeah, what’s new?”

“Why?”

“The stuff they use to make the room cooler is depleting our ozone. I forgot the name, ask Gray or the internet or something.”

You nodded. Scratching your chin.

“But, why is it a problem?”

Teddy lowers his phone to look at you incredulously, only to be met with your serious face.

“We need the ozone to breathe.”

“But, can’t we just evolve? Into a no breather creature?”

Nodding, Teddy would just dial Gray’s number and shove it to you on speaker.

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake would laugh. Like he would just laugh completely amused with the situation.

When you first start to get to know each other, Jake really couldn’t tell if you were joking or if you’re being actually serious.

So, he would just laugh awkwardly. But then he saw you being like “Huh?”, and he would just be like, “Oh. You’re actually serious.”

You’ll both end up laughing together.

In a way, you both have a similar reaction when asked about something you cannot answer.

“So, have you thought of a name for your booth?”

You and Jake are outside, painting the cardboard you will be using for your school festival.

You wiped your forehead, getting paint there.

“We decided to go on theme with the chess thingy, Queen’s Gambit! Cool, right~?”

“Huh. What does Queen’s Gambit mean, Jake?”

The two of you froze. Jake cleared his throat.

“You don’t know the meaning of Queen’s Gambit? HAHAHHAA! Ah.. babe you have paint here.”

Dean narrowed his eyes, seeing Jake wipe your forehead, only smearing the paint further. Laughing nervously.

This mf doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, does he?

“What does it mean? I actually wanna know. Maybe y/n knows, perhaps?”

You turn your head, cursing inside. Then you turn to Jake, who looks just as flustered as you.

“AHAHHAHA! How could he not know, right, babe? So funny, Dean!”

Honestly, Dean would be the one embarrassed for the two of you.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #alex go #jake ji #gray yeon #teddy jin

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b4tboys · 2 years ago

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THE TEYVAT HOST CLUB

you have selected — HOST TARTAGLIA

if you would like to select a different host, please refer to our host roster located here

the teyvat host club event is based on the animanga ouran high school host club! these hcs are about genshin characters as hosts within teyvat high school

notes from lee: scrunkly is getting a rerun so i did his event hc’s first! i’ve been lowk struggling to make ideas for all of the guys but it’s ok 👍 ty for supporting me and more of the ohshc au event hc’s to come!

tartaglia joined the host club his first year at teyvat mostly due to a misunderstanding

he thought that host club meant something about fighting and hosting fights so he blindly joined

he hated it to say the least

but his papers to switch clubs got denied and he was stuck being a part of the host club

and then the benefactor funding his tuition told him that it would be a good opportunity to get to know others his age and to make connections

so he grins and bears it, putting on his charming personality that everyone loves

it’s not until the second semester that he finds himself not pretending anymore and that he actually has started to like some of the members

the other host club members are also very talented and educated even in martial arts so it has given him several new opponents and butt kickings

so as of now he sort of enjoys it but don’t tell the other members, they’ll call him sappy

childe is a surprisingly popular host within the club

it’s not unusual to see several guests at his table hanging onto his every word

tartaglia prefers to go by childe when he’s actively entertaining guests

when he has smaller sessions, he’s even more charming

he’s gotten pretty good at remembering names

but it was only after he messed up pretty bad and then had to beg for the guest roster

loves to fluster guests

he’ll come out of nowhere and start holding hand with you or surprise you with a kiss on the cheek

would make cheesy jokes like how you shared an indirect kiss after he stole your drink

overall, childe is a big BIG flirt, he just loves seeing other people flustered faces and actions

BUT if you manage to turn the tables on him and fluster him…

he gets the cutest blush that turns his ears red and accentuates his freckled cheeks

he also tries to deny that he’s blushing

OMG he makes you feed him and then he’ll bite your finger and tell you that you taste even sweeter than whatever you fed him

has probably beat someone up on school grounds

idk why he would but it’s definitely out of jealousy or protecting his or someone else’s pride

his benefactor (the fatui) definitely sponsors the school in some way so he doesn’t get in too much trouble

most likely a slap on the wrist and that’s why he keeps doing it

but it creates this bad boy with a soft side persona that he absolutely embraces

talks about his family a lot and how he wants to visit them more often

probably brought teucer in one time and EVERYONE fawned over their relationship

since he really likes you and teucer took a liking to you when he was there childe invites you to meet his family over a break

also because he likes you, he leaves little gifts on your desk

it’s always from a secret admirer (bc he’s not supposed to show favoritism as a host) but you know it’s from childe

he’s the only one that would give you a narwhal keychain

if you did start dating, which would have to be kept a secret to his guests, he would still do cheesy simp stuff

like pull you around the corner to give you a goodbye kiss in secret

or tell you the worst pickup lines in existence

but it’s endearing in a way that makes you roll your eyes and smile

#tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia #childe #ajax x reader #genshin impact #tags my beloathed #[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact #! tartaglia

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batmenstrualcycle · 2 years ago

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gaslighting myself with large amounts of copium into thinking yuki is still alive ✌✌✌🕊 she did NOT deserve to die for that crusty ass man 😢😢 ANYWAYS if u want to u should do a yuki x reader no curse au 😍😍😊 (gege told me yuki actually got rid of all cursed energy and now she's just chilling and travelling the world and wearing designer clothes its great 😊😊)

(real) LIKE OMG NOOOO I THOUGHT SHE WOULD ACTUALLY BECOME SOMETHING IN JJK BUT IG NOT😭 but yeah yuki x reader no curse au sounds great😍

Pairing: Yuki Tsukumo x Reader (hope u dont mind it being F reader lol im convinced yuki is wlw)

Warnings: idk, flirty yuki ig? thats how she normally is anyways :v, (i was working on another yuki x reader cuz i was also gaslighting myself into thinking she isnt dead🥲 so ima mix that one up with this)

"Why did I have such a bright idea to bring you with me?"

You murmured to yourself as Yuki sat next to you with a smirk on her face and her elbow resting on the desk in front of her and her hand resting on her chin. Her finger tapped the edge of her jawline and kept her teasing smirk. "Because you love me."

"No I don't." You quickly responded before rolling your eyes and kept scanning your eyes over the words on the paper in front of you. Yuki lifted a brow and crossed her legs a second later.

"What about me don't you love?"

You let out a long huff before setting your pen down and turned to her. "Things I don't love about you...alright, are you sure you wanna hear it?" You asked. She lifted her brow again and chuckled. "Is there some sort of list?"

"A very long one. Longer than the time you can keep a girlfriend."

"Ouch. Hit me."

You perked up your eyebrows and smiled a little before leaning back in your seat...

"The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you always wink at one of the waitresses after saying 'just your heart, darling.' whenever they ask you what you want-"

"You pay attention to all that?" She cut you off, swaying side to side slightly in the rollie chair. You frowned slightly and gave her a death stare. The smirk never left her face while you huffed and continued on with the list.

".......Wow, for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure do pay attention to a lot of stuff I do." Yuki commented once you stated you were finished. The entire list took up about 5 minutes and Yuki just stared with heart eyes.

You frowned again with parted lips this time. "Because it annoys me." You retorted before going back to the other paper in front of you.

"Oh, and also I hate your voice. I think you should try shutting up." You added while clicking your pen. She lifted her brow once again.

"...You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid." She commented. You narrowed your eyes before turning to her. Her face remained unfazed while you scoffed in realization.

"Did you seriously set that up just so you could get me to admit that I do pay attention to you?" You questioned before she smirked.

Oh shit.

"What the fuck, Yuki?!" You exclaimed as you got up from your chair. All she did was sit back and cross her arms over the arms of the chair and intertwine her fingers together with that same smirk on her face.

"What's the problem?" She asked so calmly, as if you didn't look like you were a ticking cuss bomb waiting to blow the whole workspace up. "The problem, Yuki, is that you tricked me into admitting something I really didn't want to! Now you'll never leave me alone!" You whined before leaning back in your chair. Still, her smirk never wiped itself off her face.

"..My bad." She simply said. You turned to her with the biggest frown Yuki has ever seen in her life, and she chuckled. " 'My bad?' That's all you have to say?!" You grumble out, making her laugh even more.

Her laughter stopped once she dropped her head and looked at you.

"All seriousness," She started, leaning forward. You lifted a brow and crossed your arms.

"I really like you, Y/n. And I'm not just talking about it in a friendly kinda way." She admitted. Your face slightly fell along with your jaw.

"You..like me?"

"Yep."

You shook your head slightly, "So you're telling me, that this whole time you've been annoying me, is because you like me?" You questioned, slightly raising your voice. Yuki nodded confidently before you sighed.

"What am I going to do with you, Yuki Tsukumo?"

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(me)

AHHHH IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER😭

#yuki tsukumo x reader #yuki tsukumo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #idk what else to put so ima just stfu

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murkystarlight · 2 months ago

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Dreamzzz season2 spoilers

(Tbh. This is just me writing down my commentaries while watching the episodes)

Episode 14

The cat is adorable. And pretty..(I say this word a lot)

Pyewacket?

Zoey having troubles.

Yo-... I wasn't paying attention for a split second, and I thought she jumped out the window-(cause the cat was looking out of it 😭)

Also- how is Cooper's mom letting him go out to places every night? Does he sneak out? What about all the other ones? What do they tell their caretakers?? "I'm going to sleep at an observatory with my friends that my science teacher owns. See you tomorrow! Bye~"

Cooper is trying a lot of new things. Good for you. Very good.

Those two make a nice duo

The Never Witch probably is like a... some sorta.. memory bank. She would do great at tests. Can she help me with my tests??

Make more of the dopples? Oh-

Oh he is jealous- also, potent biofuel made from dream trash? Nice. ...does. does pollution happen in dreams too?

Okay- so.. hammer? And key leads to orb. The key looks pretty

Dad's birthday! That's cool. Okay. Um.. how is that related?

Cooper's being alone and lonely

Oh- Astrid has to sleep at a different time- of course.

Same every year?? Jasmine? And some.. weird red hulk versions of-

And Cooper has done it again! He does most the stuff around here doesn't he

They got Zoey's cape- so... is the one still around her neck a different part? Or is it the same but torn off

At least Z gets the credit

Oooh~ pretty

They just pushed eachother inside-

Duty Decimal System. New knowledge people

Z-blob can be used as a... backpack?

The spinning dots thing is coool. How do you do that??

Also how do they hold the paper while it's spinning??!

Cooper's brother?? Do we actually get to meet- at his place?? Holy- ah thank you riddle

Izzie is now besties with Jasmine

And Mrs. Castillo says something interesting again. Something is up with that woman! I swear

And does this mean.. we aren't going to Cooper's place after school to crack the riddle with his brother?

Dallas! He's trying to sell scarfs- in.. not very much winter. Nice to see him again. Still selling his knitting. Only making the same scarfs...

Rock n roll realm? Okay- there's a lot of cool realms. And we don't know them all!(Wow. Logan sleeps well)

Mateo! You can't just cut him off like that..

Don't worry Cooper. It means you're getting more spotlight and focus. And not going to be abandoned after getting your character arc finished in the first two episodes.

"When you said you've been trying new things? That.. worked for you. Right?"

"Yeah. It's been great. But while I was trying new stuff, i think everyone else moved on. I feel kind of... alone"

"Alone isn't so bad. Nobody around to hurt you. Or for you to hurt"

"But it hurts. When the world keeps moving on without you"

I love the dynamic here. Those words are... kind of- hitting the spot but.. uh. Yeah. Nice. Very nice scene

"That's it!"

"You seem.. very happy about my pain"

"No, the world did move on! Stuff changes."

Then lore. But I really love this conversation guys. It... augggg

"The eye of the storm?"

"Bad weather? Need a scarf??"

(Okay. Dallas is also very adorable now)

Slept all day? Wow- that is some skills

And look at them dopples sleeping- omg--

The maze is pretty fun

Aannnd they're getting sucked in

Mrs. Castillo?? ...I'm telling you. She has something going on

And Cooper and Zoey is stuck together again.

And no- you aren't exactly giving off new best friends vibes Zoey. I thought you opened up. And he notices it too. Probably everyone else did also.

Okay it would be such a shame if we lost that thing. Because all the puzzle and stuff the time? So hard to find it. Lunia did some really good defense systems. Without booby traps

Okay. What happened to Izzie? What is that eye?!

Omigosh! It's Pye! Sick ...motorcycle? Okay... not what I was expecting honestly. But nice! That's awesome

That eye is messing with everyone's head- so... complicated. What is it supposed to be??

Um... doing the opposite?

"Aww... you called me Diz. I love it. are we besties?" That's adorbs. What? Huh? And she's crying? So many- confusing- ugghhh

"Wait. Why are you crying? If you're crying... shouldn't I be crying?"

💗(I used the word adorable or cute too many times-)

"Wait a second. If you understand me.. does that mean you understand everything I ever told you?"

Woah- lol. Your cat knows your secrets

"Not. One. Word. About the bathing suit incident"

...what bathing suit incident. What's that supposed to mean- Zoey! That was totally unnecessary! Why did you- Ugh. Now I'm curious- what do you f-ing mean???

That ball is making things really fun. I love it. Don't understand it. But I love it

Oop- Mr. Oz- I.. think... we owe you... another apology. Haha...

"[Laughs] pretty colors" yes indeed Cooper. You did a good job on that colored smoke

And now they're fighting- and Mateo is getting pulled into the mess- and... they're friends again. Welp- not sure what I was expecting. But they're having a bro moment. He has the smile on his face again so.. yay

Crocodile car!!

Dizzy is... still here?

Oh- the eye of confusion... it just... it literally just makes them confused. Oh. Okay. Yeah- that's it. Confusion. Mhm

The troubled look on Madteo- it's great

So many things packed into one episode geez-

Episode 15

Okay, Zoey. Are you sure it's a good idea to go meet your dad while he is.. dome-ified?

Also- why does he look... older?

The lip motions when Zoey and her dad meets. They're new. Cause... they be fed up and pouty and... twisted to the side?

Take care of Zian? Well. That's good. He- I like him. I like this guy.

He is trying Zoey. He... he admits his mistakes and try to apologize. Like.. genuinely. That is- something amazing

Gnorf's! Yayyy

New looks out of nowhere. Okay-

They caught Dizzy captive oohhhhohh

Cooper is not liking the sappy stuff

And now we're trying to find out about the crown.

Logan and Astrid~ they're really cute. Isn't too weird. Kinda forced and quick, maybe. But I think it's a good match

Astrid is kind of like a Cooper style

"What we face in the forge is not fear. But the thing we must learn to face within ourselves."

Interesting..... humm.... so the forge... then what about in the first season- okay. Cooper, um.. makes sense. Izzie... maybe she needed to like... let her mom go? I really don't understand Mateo's though.... maybe it's something like.. you can do it! Yayy (idk. Lol)

Oh here we are. The norfs

I loves theses dopples- seriously

And- Cooper is just.. chilling in the back. Okay. Well- yeah. He can do that. Do everything you want. He doesn't make a good cop does he?

So apparently the dopples still have the same interests and everything else. They're just... evil

"You like anime? Give up the Intel and we'll let you watch the Bunchu Bunny season finale. Episode just dropped last night"

"Oh, I helped Doom Dome the writer of that show. Made him tell me how it ends. (Spoilers of the anime)"

Well. That plan backfired. And bad. But at least we know? Nope. Doesn't help. She is the worst- (and we have two offended friends. Who love watching that anime. And got spoiled the ending-)(look at Cooper panting. So frickin cuuuutte. He's like- "no- you did not just do that to us-!")

And the bonus scenes?! No- she did not! How could she- but I need to know the plot and story of Bunchu Bunny now. It sounds fun-

Astrid has character building! Yayy let's see it

Logan has a interesting one too

You smell him on Zoey? What- and how did they know Zoey was using the watch for dream bandit stuff? Suspicious why they suddenly showed so much interest when Mateo opened the bag and showed them the eye too..

Logan!! Good, good

..another maze? ..did Logan just break the wall? He got an hourglass! Astrid needs to loosen up

On the table. He has had enough. And Izzie has a plan.

Look at Dizzies eyes going wide- dang... both Izzie and Dizzy sure love their pickles...

Logan grows! Whooo (I love that jacket-)(and the tail- holy. A tail??) Look at those two- finding true meaning, giving your hourglass. Blue and gold- mmmnnh

Uh oh-

"Promise me Teo. Promise me we won't ever become bitter like the GNORFs"

Why.... does that sound like... um... let's say- foreshadowing. .....it.. it sounds bad (also, what are you? A couple? That sounds so much like a couple in fanfics or smth-). Mateo doesn't even answer it

Eye twitch- Hehehe Yeah... yes. Use it agaisnt her. Savage- the give(not really) and take.

New look for Astrid too! So this is where she gets the new haircut!

Alright. We got two successful teams and one unsuccessful team

To the Nightmare king?? Him again? So is that what his crown is??

Episode 16

'Grim vengeance'? Please tell me Sneak is here again?

The snippets of info the dopples are giving us? They are delicious. Thank you dopples. So... what happened the last time the Never witch fought the Nightmare king?

Apparently the crown the Nightmare king originally has is not the crown we're looking for-

I can't tell if Cooper is shuddering because of the weather.. or....

Just keep away from the lovey dovey stuff they're portraying. If you don't like the sappyness

Susan! Snivel!! (Shoot- almost forgot about them) your babysitter hasn't come in ages, has he? Awww you poor things. They look so bored

"Anyone else think it's wack the Nightmare King had the crown of control this whole time but never used it?"

Exactly Logan! Ugh- it's weird. Right?? But Dizzy said from what she knows. Maybe someone else took it again?

Ruby in her staff? That's padt of it too? The ruby? *sigh* didn't know that

Susan carrying Snivel-

"Okay- maybe I should really stop throwing rocks-'

Eyes wide Susan. That was surprisingly cute

Sneak mentioned! Yay

A closet die hard vegetarian- holy- Oh my gosh

"Sneaky- sneak!"

Susan was shocked. But then realized this is worth bullying him about

Rainbow dance kitty-

Oooh Sneak has got some serious blackmail

Z-blob robot!! Yeahhhh

Susan helped! And- Snivel's just confused as heck

Okay- Cooper. Does have the fear and horror from when he was first captured. ...thank you

Trauma-

And Izzie just restarted Cooper's trauma

Darn it Izzie. Think a liiiittle bit more. Will ya?

"Did you miss me? I've been looking forward to this for days"

"You've been looking forward to seeing my for days-? Awkward~!"

Yes Teo! He is arrogant! He loves himself! And you technically count as himself. Duh-

"That's not what I meant! Tell me what you did with Dizzy"

Aw. So they do care for eachother

"Don't worry. She gave up real easy"

Zoey kicks Never Witch butt!

...uh- what happened?

Oh- they're in the Never Witches mind. Yes! Lore. Maybe we can see what the cloning herself thing is

So.. pretty and calm and peaceful

Sisters? Twins? Oh-

Helmet! Finally! Cooper! You have your helmet on!

Oh. Is that what the Never Witch means by the beginning? She used to be alone with that other purple hair girl. But other worlds started appearing and purple hair was interested and wanted to go explore. But the Never Witch didn't like it. Doesn't like change. Like we kept getting informed on

The islands are so pretty though

Accepting mistakes... hmp

Snivel keeps getting thrown-

Oh- sister... okay. But wow. If you love her so much. Let her do what she wants. And what do you mean 'if you go, don't ever come back'. I never understood those-

Uh... she just.. withered the flowers and made lighting crack? Anger can do things to people

Sandman!! Ahhhhhhh I missed you man

She went everywhere? Became one with the Dream World?? Whaaa??

What do you mean bring her back to me? You told her never to come back to you!

I like how Izzie and Mateo is heating the Sandman's words and thinking of their mom(I think)

So... I guess the Never Witch is a child playing with Barbie dream houses

Ah- we got babayaba's moving house(I don't know the name-)

Snivel- wow. We are really throwing away their trust for us

Oooh. The Nightmare King and the Never Witch! The fight. And it has something to do with the crown- the Nightmare King was keeping it away from her! Exciting

The crown looks cool-

So... she is blind?

"Welcome ba~ck! And... goodbye"

The sword! Oh yes! Those look so pretty! So Cooper's staff and Mateo's sword is also going to be here. Right? Right??! It's also very pretty (and Mateo made a... blob blasting thing)(looks like the Ghostbusters)

"I. Am the FIRST DREAM" WOAHHHH so anyways guys-

Did- what- um.. okay. So...

The Never Witch was just about to zap Logan and Cooper, Cooper jumps into Logan's arms amd the two wake up screaming. ...isn't it bad if they wake up in fear??

NO!! THE NIGHTMARE KING DIED

Also, why were you sleeping in your gym shirt Cooper? Is that your pj's? Or..

And seriously! Again? Why can't it be both Izzie and Mateo he says. And hugs. Why can't they just- why do every animation or movie or anything, do that! I want them all to be smiling and hugging, asking eachother if they're okay

Okay. But good job at reading the memory

We are going to.... the Beast realm!

#dreamzzz season2 #dreamzzz season2 spoilers #dreamzzz izzie #dreamzzz cooper #dreamzzz zoey #dreamzzz mateo #dreamzzz logan #dreamzzz astrid #dreamzzz

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theonewhoseinlovewithfictionals · 6 months ago

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Mr. Here To Stay

Warning: contains adult languages. Minor, please do not read.

PART 2

You are sitting at your manager’s office talking about your performance this quarter, “with that, Y/N, I must say, the heads, including me, are impressed. You keep meeting expectations and exceeded them,” you blush as the Manager compliments you.

You: “ I-uhhh-thank you!” You blush even harder.

Manager: “We’re giving raise in your pay as well and might promote you.”

Your eyes widen, “R-really?!! OMG! I-I don’t know what to say, thank you!” You almost cry out of happiness.

The Manger reach out your hand, holding it firmly. With full sincere, “No, Y/N, thank you. You’re expertise help us a lot,”

You both giggle and had a small talk. After few minutes, you walk fast to your station.

N2: how was it?

You shriek out of uncontrollable happiness you feel, “they might promote me and give me a raise,”

They all wow and N1 hugs you, “I’m soooo very proud of you!!! How about a drink this weekend? Uh-huh?!!”

They all clamoring ‘yes’ and you agree. It’s been awhile since an alcohol run downs your throat and you miss the taste of bitterness in it. You haven’t taken a seat yet as the chatter continues. You are standing at your cubicle, half of your ass sitting on the table with your arms crossed.

N4 relaxing at ergo chair, "I’ve heard Dr. Marco have been blockbuster,"

You blink, oh, here we go again, you thought. You sigh in weariness but still continue to join in the conversation.

N1 nodded, "yeah, I bet my hubby’s have a very rough weeks." N1 said pouting.

You sigh, “really? Then that’s good! I mean, after seeing his signing bonus…”

N2 protested and even got seat up, "Oy! Have a little concern with the Dr., he’s human too, you know?!"

you fired back, "yeah right, it’s been what? Two weeks and everyday, I’ve been hearing his name. Everywhere. Like, literally! In the comfort rooms, canteen, hallway, even before I exit the hospital. Uggh-"

You roll your eyes.

N4 raising the coffee cup, "Well, he’s a doctor and he’s really has the look compared to the others and I think, single? That’s why girl around here is crazy about him,"

My eyes widen, "He’s not!"

N4 sips coffee and almost got choke but recovered. Their expression change like they see a ghost but you ignore it. Their body stiffen. You grab the paper on top of the box near your thigh. You flip the pages and stop at his resumé.

Looking at his resumé, "Look at him! Seriously?! Well---" you saaw again that pretty blue eyes which captivated you few weeks ago. You purse your lips. "--okay I’ll credit for his blue eyes because I really find it pretty," you finally admit it but you still don't agree the fact his handsome, "but... he looks like a pineapple! He’s not even that handsome!" Besides!" You aggressively flip the next page, it'll almost tear up, "And he didn’t even bother to check his marital status. Huh! This is a red flag, you know! He’s probably a playboy! Tss--" They are still silent after your burst and you notice N1 blushing, "Seriously, N1?Still like him?"

Suddenly, a sound of a pen clicks from your back. Then, a long arm comes in your sight, ticking the single box option in the marital status.

“I hope that satisfies you and your red flags,” He chuckles, “I thought my friends are just bullying me when they told me I look like a pineapple with my signature hairstyle. I guess they are not now. Aren’t we?”

You froze and processing what just happened. You figure out it was him. You felt drought in your throat. Your eyes slowly follows the white long sleeve and for a moment, both of you staring at each others eyes. Silence fill the air but your heart thumping out loud as you see his blue eyes. Your mouth half-open with the view. It's beautiful , you thought. Despite the negative comment your thrown to him, his eyes says otherwise. They are screaming positivity, which makes them even more beautiful.

No one dared to speak except from one, “Ah! Dr. Marco, it’s nice to see you here,” Your the first one who broke the longing stare. Hearing the footstep and familiarity of the voice, you knew it was your Manager who stood between you two.

Marco clears his throat and smiles at our Manager, “Hi! How are you? Yeah, it’s nice when you roam around and finally got a contrasting opinion, quite interesting, actually,” he grins while he throws a glance on you. Your sight fell down on the floor and praying the floor would suck you and send you to a different dimension.

Shit, Even though he didn’t drop your name, you know it’s you. You bit your lip and it seems like your muscle can’t move even an inch.

The Manager giggles softly, ” Well, as I can see, you met the star employee of our department,"

"star employee?" Marco seems to be interested. As he highlight the words, you feel more ashamed.

"yeah, Dr. Marco meet Y/N, the one will handle your department's reimbursements and payroll matters," Manager's body slightly directly to you, "Y/N, this is Dr. Marco, I presume you know him, right?"

You nod and forcibly put a smile on and look at him as if nothing happened, "Hi," you said in a low, soft voice which is the very opposite earlier.

"Hello, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," he offers his hand which you immediately shake hands with him. His hand is big and incredibly warm which makes you comfortable. You're about to let go but he grips it tightly, "I'm looking forward working with you," he grins then he let go of your hand.

The Manager continues to formally introduce Dr. Marco to the other members but the doctor shares only his waving hand to them, "And that's all, my team,"

"They seem to be nice, especially, Y/N," your teeth grinds, you don't know if his being sarcastic, "oh, by the way before I forgot, here's the reimbursements from my department. I've already signed it for approval," He hands you the bunch of forms along with the receipts.

"Did you review this one as well?" You said in a unfriendly tone. The Manager nudges you, "I-I mean, of course, you approved it. Silly me. Don't worry, I'll process them right away," you smile plasticly, "Dr. Marco," you seat and try to focus on the monitor and acted to work.

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Your workmates went to a breaktime but you stay in front of the screen. Your mind keep coming back earlier and you feet guilty with the words you've said. Since the guilty is overpowering you, you gave up and stand up and go to the nearest bake shop.

As you open the front door, a cute little ring echoes, notifying the person in the shop that it has customer. You carefully check out the cupcake, bundt, doughnuts, breads, and other pastries. A staff approaches you with a cute pink apron, "Hi, what can I get you for today?"

"Uh--" Still undecided what to get for the Dr.,

"Is it for birthday?" The staff probe.

You shake your head no, "More of a...peace...offering?"

"Ahh-I see, boyfriend?"

"Uh no, more of a....co-worker?" You weren't sure about the right term.

"Then, Chocolate cupcakes are the best for peace offering in any kind of relationship,"

You smile, "I'd like to have one, please?"

"right away," The staff is busy tapping the cashier monitor and you pay as the staff at determine price. Since you have mentioned earlier that it was a peace offering, the staff really did a nice job at wrapping up the small cupcake. You even praise the staff for it.

You hurriedly get back to the office and look for a directory. You navigate the touch screen map located at the entrance of the hospital once you got the room to his office. You ran through the crowd. Upon arriving at the front door of his office, you catch your breath first and knock at his office door, "Come in,"

As your hand touches the cold door knob, you hesitate for a while. Nervousness creeps on your chest and having second thoughts of your action. But you are there already. You knocked and you said things to him, horrible one. You take a deep breath and open the door. You saw him busy looking at his whiteboard. You didn't let out a word, afraid that it might distract him so you sat in the chair quietly and watch him do his job.

You scan his room and you're pretty impressed with the neat and cleanliness despite being busy. You notice on the corner, a small coffee table with a picture frame on it. Being curious you are, you stand up and take a look at it. You grab the photo and saw two pictures divided in half, one is he's with a man whose way taller than him. Examining the figures, you guess. Maybe this is his father. Then, your eyes directed to the four men in a group photo. You inspect the picture and try to find the similarities between these men but minutes pass, you successfully failed. They all look different, one looks like a Japanese, the other two...you don't know but they have good looks as well then the last, it's him, "That's Izo, then Thatch, Ace - out little brother, and then there's me," an index finger pointing to each guy on the pic. You felt a comforting heat on your back and immediately turn around with the picture frame on your hand.

Dr. Marco was already at your back. There's not enough much space between you two. You have to lift up your chin since your height is only at his chest. You can also feel his warm breath on your skin, "so what brings you here?"

You too stun to speak as you see again those pretty blue eyes, "Uh...I...uhm..." You compose yourself, "I just wanted to hand you this," you lift your hand where the picture frame is.

He laugh which you find it a music to your ears, "Technically, that's mine but you do have a point though,"

"What?" your eyes bewilder as you see that you are offering him the picture frame, "Oh! no, not this one, sorry. It's this one," you barely lift the small bag, "but yeah--this one as well because it's yours, originally," you let out a small laugh. You rub your neck with the small bag on it. You realizes that it's kinda shitty, "Can I repeat again?"

He chuckles, "Yeah sure, you might want to give me the picture frame first," He offer his hand which you immediately give it to him.

You take a steps backward and prepares, taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry what I've said earlier. I-uhmm I shouldn't...judge you or said things...like that--" You can't keep an eye contact because those treacherous blue eyes is distracting you, "I mean, without knowing you, fully," there's a moment of silence, "here, my peace offering," you lift up the small gift bag while looking at him sincerely.

He smiles widely and accepting the gift, "Thank you, Y/N. That's thoughtful...and sweet."

You smile as well. There's still nervous but controllable now. You felt something lifted up from your chest, "I-uhm...gotta go now. I still have to work to do,"

"Understand. Thank you for this. I really appreciate it, Y/N."

You give him a last smile then go back to your department.

-------------- PART 3

#marco one piece #marco x reader #marco the phoenix #op marco

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