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lexinympho · 2 years ago

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[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#this is crackish but fr i wanna see someone use dick down december #«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq x y/n #haikyū x you

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ibbitron · 6 months ago

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Dan x Levi (from fear and hunger)

Dan POV

I wake up in the morning feeling like shit not wanting to get out of bed.

My phone suddenly rings and it’s my crush, Levi. I quickly look in the mirror before realizing it’s a phone call not a video call. I then take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello?” I say trying to use a hot morning voice but it ends up being more of a croak.

“Hey… um… it’s Levi,” he said in his normal nervous voice.

“Oh, hey what’s up?” I say trying to sound cool.

“I was… uh… wondering if… maybe… you would like to… go to McDonalds with me?” Levi said rushing through the end of his sentence.

I was in shock. Was he asking me out on a date? Does he also like me?

“H-hello?” I heard Levi say after I was quiet for a minute.

“Oh, sorry. I would really enjoy that,” I say smiling into the phone.

“Okay, when do you want to go?” Levi said seeming to have gained some confidence from my acceptance to go out with him.

“I could pick you up in about 20,”

“Okay sounds good,”

Levi then hung up the phone.

My heart fluttered as if I was a teenager again. I was going on a date with Levi. Wow, I’m having such childish thoughts. Thinking love can be real especially after what happened. No, I am not going to spiral into those dark thoughts again; I have a date to get ready for.

Time skip to when they are at McDonalds because I am lazy.

We walk through the doors of the McDonalds and sit down in the corner of the restaurant. Levi then took out his phone so we could order online.

POV switch because why not

I call out order 69 and see two males walk to the counter they barely spare me a glance and quickly grab their food and go back to were they were sitting. Dang, not even a thank you. Although, I guess I am just a McDonalds employee.

POV switch

When we sit back at the table I immediately dig into my chicken nuggets. Dan started to laugh. Why was he laughing? Am I eating weird? Should I have ordered a more sophisticated meal like him? Did I have bbq on my face? My thoughts are interrupted.

“Sorry for laughing but you look so cute munching on chicken nuggets,” Dan said.

“Oh,” I say blushing.

“Is it all right for me to call, you cute?” Dan asks me.

I think he’s flirting with me. Oh shit I think he’s flirting with me! I freak out internally.

“Oh… umm… yeah,” I say with a nervous smile.

“I hope you know, I really like you,” Dan tells me.

I am in shock. My crush just admitted he likes me.

“I… I like you too,” I say with a smile.

The End

#fear and hunger #Dan #Levi #oneshot #fanfic #modern #first post #first fic #request

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hangezoeenthusiast · 4 years ago

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Papa

Part 2 Part 3

let me know if you wanna be tagged please. this will be a series

fem!daughter!reader

word count: 1,855

person: c!schlatt, c!quackity, c!karl, c!sapnap

warnings: parents, cursing, yelling, orphans, cigars and alcohol mention (btw these are the warnings for now)

synopsis: you were loved, you were cherished, then someone left, and other people replaced that person, and you didn't like that.

Your biological parents threw you out of their home because they couldn't care for you. You were at least at the brink of 2 years old when this happened. They put you in a little stroller and took you to an orphanage. "Miss Jessica's Home For Orphans", it was a stupid place, but the place got you fed, and clothed.

On some fortunate day, you were going to get adopted. Quackity his name was. He came in, and asked for kids 2-6. "Those ages are easy to maintain", he thought in his head. He was contemplating whether or not to get a child of his own. He was lonely, no one to love, no one to care for. So Miss Jessica called everyone 2-6 years old to come.

With help from a older person, everyone 2-6 came downstairs. Quackity looked at everyone, and wondered which child he would bring home. Then he looked at you. you looked so adorable, so cute. He asked you, "Hey kid, what's your name." "I'm Y/n, how are you." you smiled at him with barely any teeth. He pulled you gently off to the side, "Hey kiddo, do you want to come with me to my house?" "Yes Mr." you answer.

You were glad to go to Quackity's house, you never had any love from anyone.

(Spongebob theme) 8 years later

You were 10 years old, living happily with Quackity. 8 years ago, he came to the orphanage and picked you up, ever since, you were showered with love and care. But there was one thing, you never called Quackity dad. You would just call him Alex or Quackity.

“Hey Quackity, what’s for lunch?”

“Ummm, some pizza with wings, buffalo right?”

“Yeah.”

Quackity felt bad, you never and did call him by dad, or any parental name. “Hey kid, can i talk to you about something.”

You put down your water, “Yeah, what’s up?” “So lately I’ve noticing that you have been calling me by my name?”

“Are you uncomfortable with me using your name.” you asked. “No, no, but it’s kinda weird, since, yaknow, I adopted you, and I’m a parental figure in your life, so maybe if you would call me dad or another parental name that would be cool?”

“Ohh, the only reason I was calling you by your name because I thought you were uncomfy with me calling you dad?”

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I did something wrong.” he sighed out.

"Could I possibly call you papa, since you-" he cut you off by hugging you. He squeezed his arms around you really hard, 'YES, YES, ANYTHING."

So after that, you would call him papa or dad, and sometimes use his real name.

6 years later, you were 16. The election happened, the calling out of the votes, Coconut2020 coming in fourth, which was last, who was lead by Fundy and Nihachu, Schlatt2020 coming in third, lead by Jschlatt, Swag2020 coming in second, lead by Quackity who is your papa and Georgenotfound, and Pog2020 coming in first lead by Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot, and Tubbo. Also the sudden announcement of Schlatt2020 and Swag2020 polling votes, and the speech by Schlatt stating that Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit were no longer citizens of L'Manberg now turned Manberg.

You were surprised, you didn't know that your father with add his votes with Schlatt's. So immediately after Wilbur and Tommy got banned from Manberg, Quackity and Schlatt called you and Tubbo up to the stage. "HEY YOU TWO, COME UP HERE." Schlatt yelled at you both. You both were reluctant to go, Schlatt was scary, his ram-horned self.

"It's ok Y/n, you're ok." your father told you. You stiffly went up the stage with Tubbo. "Tubbo, I want you to be the Secretary of State, and Y/n, I want you to be the First Lady, since your dad is the Vice-President." Schlatt demanded you both to be.

You didn't really want to be in a position of power. You were happy with living with Quackity, in L'Manberg, with no place of authority over anyone.

"Are you sure Schlatt, I mean, I suck at authority." said Tubbo. "Yes, I'm sure, I'm totally sure."

You were doing some paperwork for Schlatt when Tubbo came into your office, "Y/n, Schlatt and Quackity want you in their office."

"Ok, I need to finish this paperwork for Punz, he needs-"

"They said it's urgent."

"Fineee." you got up from your chair, "Thanks Tubbo, by the way, can you finish the paperwork, if you aren't busy."

"Yeah sure Y/n, just hurry up, they are really acting crazy in there." he jokingly stated. "Trust me, they're doing nothing."

You went out of your office, and walked all the way to Schlatt's. There, you found Quackity and Schlatt sitting together, talking about some random presidental shit. "Hey, what you guys needed me for?" you asked. You were desperate to go back to your office, still not used to this place. "We need to tell you something." they synchronized.

"Okkk, so what?"

"Umm, well Y/n, meet your new dad." you gaped at Quackity, then Schlatt repeatedly.

"NOPE."

"NEVER."

"WHY HIM."

"HE SUCKS ASS."

"HE SMELLS LIKE CIGARS AND ALCOHOL, WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHO SMELLS LIKE THAT."

You rambled on and on until Quackity covered your mouth to stop your obsequent talking, "Calm down mi quierda, first of all, it's not your choice, he makes me happy, I make him happy, and lastly, he smells great."

"YEAH I DO, YOU TELL HER BABE, I DON’T STINK." Schlatt yelled across the room.

“But why him, like there is multiple other people who is better than him.” you whined.

“Ok kid, I like, no love him, he loves me, why can’t you be happy with that.” Schlatt told you irritated.

“But-”

“No buts, just please be supporting of us, please mi amor?”

“Fine, doesn’t mean I like it.”

After that little argument you had with Schlatt and Quackity, you finished leftover paperwork so there wouldn’t be a pile of it when you came back to the office the next day.

You heard a knock on the door, and told them to come in. To your surprise, annoyingly, it was Schlatt, holding up your favorite hamburger from McDonalds. “Hey kid, what you doing?” he asked you.

You didn’t respond to him, trying to stay silent and finish the paperwork. “Your dad told me your favorite meal from McDonald’s, yaknow, as a present I guess.”

You still ignored him. "Kid, I know you don't like me, I wouldn't like me either if I found out my dad was dating-" you interrupted him, "It's not that, I want dad to be happy, it's YOU, you don't deserve his love. Do you understand Schlatt?"

He put his hand on your knee, "I know, I don't deserve him, I'm not trying to replace anyone in your life, I just want to make Quackity and possibly you happy."

You blankly looked at him, "Ok, that was a good statement, but if you hurt dad, I will make sure you live the rest of your life feeling like shit."

"We got a deal kid, you accept this partnership between me and your dad, and I'll won't break his heart, deal?"

You shook his hand, "Deal Schlatt."

"Hey kid, we're going out to a date, you want anything from outside?" Schlatt knocked on your door to your room. You were reading your favorite book when Schlatt interrupted your reading process, "Nah, have a good date."

You were kinda accepting Schaltt dating Quackity. You didn't like their PDA though. It was absolutely digusting, but it made your father happy. "Hey babe, what you doing in here?" Quackity appeared at the frame of your door. "Nothing, just talking to little ol' Y/n, isn't that right?"

"Yes, don't call me that though." "Ok then, you ready babe?" asked Schlatt. "Yeah, Y/n, don't do anything stupid while me and Schlatt are gone." You rolled your eyes, "I'm not going to do anything stupid papa, just have a great night with Jcum." "HEY, DON'T CALL ME JCUM."

"Love you both." you got back into your book, not knowing that the both of them were shocked.

Those three little words got both of them gaping at you. You didn't like Schlatt from the beginning, and you were saying to him "love you"? "What did you just say mi amor?" "I said love you both." you didn't know that those words were significant to Schlatt.

He wanted your approval of dating Quackity, since you are his only daughter. "HOLY SHIT, YOU SAID LOVE YOU TO ME, TO ME." Schlatt leaped with joy. "Don't take it too serious Jschlatt, you kinda warmed up to me these past weeks." you smirked.

He walked to your bed, and hugged you with all his might.

"Schlatt."

"What are you doing?"

"You are squeezing me too tight."

"I can't breath right now, let go of me."

You squeezed out, he was crushing all the oxygen out of your body, "Sorry, Y/n." he shyly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "Schlatt, we have had a lot of arguments, I didn't like you, still kinda don't right now, but you are actually a good person, and I actually, not fakely, approve you to date my dad."

Schlatt ran out your room screaming repeatedly, "YES, LET'S GOOO."

Quackity was out doing some random things for Schlatt, while you were cooking Schlatt's favorite food. Since last week you declared that you were actually ok with their relationship, you actually got comfortable with Jschlatt being near you.

It was a teasing relationship, you guys making fun of each other when the other did something wrong. To kinda celebrate the event, you were making food. You heard the door open, and there Schlatt was in his presidential suit. "Hey Schlatt, what's up?" you questioned while mixing the pasta in the pot.

He took of his jacket, shoes, and tie, looking stressed, "Nothing kid, just stresed out" "About what?" "Tubbo needs a lot of items to get something for me, but I don't have them." he sighed. "What does he need?" "He needs stupid netherite, the only thing I don't have in hand." "I actually have some, I could give it to Tubbo." you stated. "Thanks kiddo." "No problem Schlatt."

"Anyways, food is going to be ready in an hour."

"Thanks, I'll be in my room."

"Ok dad." He stopped in his tracks, "What did you just say to me." "What do you mean?" "Y-you just called me dad." he stumbled on his words with unbelief lacing them.

You smiled over your shoulder, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, who knows?" "You actually consider me to be your dad?"

"Well yeah, you're nice to me and papa, you take care of me, you love me, so why not?"

He hugged you from behind, "Thanks kiddo, I'll receive this announcemet with honor," he jokingly stated. "No problemo dad, just go take a shower, you stink." "NEVER." he wrapped his arms around you as much as he could.

(This is the end of this first part, this is my first time making a series, let me know what you think)

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 4 years ago

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The Nanny - Chapter 2

Single Dad!Kuroo x Nanny!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro is about at his wits end; there's only so much a man can take with work piling up, his divorce getting messier by the minute, and his 6-year-old daughter raising hell at home. Hiring a nanny sounds like a band-aid solution, but who knows, maybe this will work out?

Word Count: 1738

Warnings: Female!Reader, Some cursing, mentions of v!olence, implied panic attack

Prev. Masterlist. Next.

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Pulling up to the house the next morning was just as nerve-racking, if not more so, than it was the day before. (Y/n) was excited to meet Emiko, but couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

What if Emiko didn’t like her? Kuroo said if she did well then she would get to stay on as her nanny. Did that mean if she did a shit job that he would fire her?

(Y/n) pushed her worries to the back of her mind as she approached the front door, gripping the spare key Kuroo had given her so hard she thought it might bend. With a deep breath she unlocked the front door and made her way inside.

Her footsteps practically echoed in the spacious house. One would think she was there completely alone.

Making her way to the kitchen, (Y/n) set down her messenger bag in one of the island chairs. Should she start cooking? Should she wait for Kuroo to greet her? Would he even greet her? Did she have to wait until she knew Emiko was up?

Her inner monologue was interrupted by a loud crash followed by a shrill scream that could have easily been mistaken for an emergency siren.

Instinct had (Y/n) rushing to the source of the noise and almost bumping into a frantic and half naked, very wet Kuroo.

“O-oh my god-”

“Oh, hi. Uh, I was showering, should we-?” Kuroo interrupted (Y/n), pointing to the door they were both standing in front of. (Y/n) prayed he didn’t notice her staring.

“Yes, yes we should-” she mumbled, moving to let him open the door.

Kuroo swung open the door, rushing to his daughter’s bedside and checking her for injuries. The father sighed in relief when he found none, only for his smile of relief to drop when he saw a very expensive looking night-light had been thrown on the floor.

“You scared me half to death,” he huffed, picking up the night-light, “did you throw this? You know daddy paid a lot for that.”

The little girl’s attention had shifted from her dad to the stranger in the room, her intense, amber eyes almost sizing the woman up. “Who’s that?”

Kuroo frowned at the lack of response from his daughter. “That’s (Y/n), she’s going to be your nanny, okay?” he explained, inspecting the light for any damage.

(Y/n) smiled and opened her mouth to speak only for the 6-year-old to cut her off.

“I don’t like her.”

Ouch.

Kuroo choked on his saliva and quickly turned to face his daughter, “Emiko that isn’t nice, you just met her. Can you give her a chance?”

Emiko stayed dead silent, continuing to stare (Y/n) down.

(Y/n) tried her best to play off the insanely awkward encounter, kneeling down to meet Emiko’s eye-line. “That’s okay, buuut do you like pancakes?”

The girl’s eyes lit up for a moment, she was obviously trying to mask any reaction to the mention of food, but her stomach betrayed her as it rumbled loudly.

“Well I like pancakes too, I make them nice and thick and fluffy with lots of syrup. How about I go make you and your dad some right now?” (Y/n) offered Emiko a bright smile as the little girl glanced over at her father.

“I know that sounds good to me!” Kuroo said, “How about we get dressed for the day while (Y/n) starts cooking?”

Kuroo didn’t even wait for a reply, he just stood straight and began getting Emiko’s clothes ready for the day. (Y/n) gave Emiko one last smile before heading for the kitchen.

(Y/n) could hear arguing coming from Emiko’s room as she cooked breakfast. It was clear the little girl would pull no punches on (Y/n)’s first day, making this a difficult start to what would hopefully be her new, permanent job.

Kuroo eventually entered the kitchen, frustration evident in his features as he carried Emiko to the small dining table. The little girl kicked and struggled in his hold, whining and grunting as she tried getting away. Her school uniform and hair was a mess, it couldn’t have been genes making her jet-black hair stick up like that.

(Y/n) served Emiko her breakfast as soon as the young girl was in her chair, ensuring she wouldn’t try running off to get her father to chase her. Those adorable amber eyes identical to Kuroo’s lit up as she began digging into her breakfast, not even bothering to wait for her dad to sit beside her.

The older man adjusted his tie before sitting at the table and beginning to eat breakfast as well; he seemed very pleased with the comfortable silence that enveloped the three of them.

(Y/n) turned her back to them to start washing dishes. And that’s when things took a turn.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home from school, daddy?” Emiko asked, her mind already on her next meal despite the near-empty plate of pancakes in front of her.

“You’ll have to ask (Y/n), sweetheart. From now on she’s going to be the one taking you to school and bringing you home.”

Emiko didn’t like her father’s reply. Not one bit.

She practically threw her fork down on the table, a fire in her eyes (Y/n) was all too familiar with. “I don’t want her to take me! I want you to take me!” she shouted, mouth still full of half-chewed pancakes.

“Emiko, the earlier daddy gets to work the earlier he can come home to you.” Kuroo reasoned, only to be met with a glare from his daughter.

“You always say that then pick me up late from school anyway!” she snapped, “I don’t want her!”

Kuroo gave Emiko a stern look. “Emiko. I’m the parent and you’re the child. I’m saying (y/n) is taking you to school. She’s taking you to school.”

(Y/n) internally cringed at that. Maybe she externally cringed too. She could have a talk with him about that communication later.

Emiko kicked her legs under the table, causing it to thump as Kuroo hardened his gaze. “Well if you’re done eating you can go ahead and get to school.” Kuroo stood up and scooped Emiko out of her chair despite her protests, ignoring her as she screamed her head off and thrashed in his arms.

In the midst of her thrashing, her closed fist collided roughly with Kuroo’s nose. In shock, he set Emiko down and cupped his nose in pain, the pain causing his eyes to water. Emiko looked shocked for a moment before continuing her tantrum.

Kuroo wordlessly picked Emiko back up, grabbed her schoolbag, and carried her to (Y/n)’s car. (Y/n) followed behind silently, unlocking the car so he could get Emiko in the back seat. Once she was strapped in, (Y/n) turned Kuroo to face her and cupped his cheek.

“Let me see that, do you need ice?” She asked before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll be okay… Drive carefully.”

(Y/n) bit her lip before getting into the driver’s seat, wincing at the volume of Emiko’s screams. Despite how upset he was, Kuroo blew a kiss to the crying child in the car before turning to go back in the house.

Emiko sobbed and screeched and wailed the whole way to school, somehow not tiring herself out at all no matter how hard she thrashed in her seat. (Y/n) was almost grateful to pull up to the school parking lot and get the screaming child out of her car.

She opened the backseat of the car, noticing how Emiko flinched away as she was now practically hyperventilating through her tears.

(Y/n) immediately set beside her and cupped her cheeks so Emiko would look at her. “Hey, hey- it’s okay. Just look at me and breathe, okay, pretty girl? It’s okay, breathe.” (Y/n) cooed, gingerly wiping Emiko’s tears.

Emiko continued breathing hard, her tiny chest heaving with each breath she took. “D-Dont yell at meee!” She wailed, “Pleaaase don’t yell at me! Don’t be maaad!”

“Sweetie I’m not mad at you, I’m not going to yell at you,” (Y/n) assured her, brushing strands of messy hair off her tear-stained cheeks. “I’m never ever going to yell at you, okay? Please just be a good girl and breathe with me, okay?”

Emiko nodded quickly, staring up at (Y/n) as she mirrored her breathing. A couple moments later, Emiko was breathing normally, blinking back tears and shaking in her seat.

“Good girl,” (Y/n) gave her a gentle smile as she praised her, continuing to stroke her head. “Can you tell me why you’re upset?”

The little girl sniffled, her bottom lip quivering, “I hit my daddy…” she whimpered.

(Y/n) frowned as she began to try combing down Emiko’s messy hair with her fingers. “You didn’t like hitting your daddy, huh?”

Emiko responded only by shaking her head. “He hates me…”

“That’s not true.” (Y/n) quickly corrected her, tilting her head. “Your daddy loves you soooo much. And I bet more than anything he just wants a great big hug from you to make it okay. How about when he gets home, you apologize and kiss and hug him better?”

Emiko nodded sadly, nervously picking at her fingers.

“We have to get you into school now, okay? I want you to think about what you want for dinner and I’ll take you grocery shopping with me after I pick you up, okay?” (Y/n) smiled down at her. “Anything you want I’ll make, then you and daddy can sit down at dinner and share it.”

(Y/n) felt relief wash over her as Emiko nodded and unbuckled her own seatbelt, moving to get out of the car. “Do you know how to make spaghetti?” She asked quietly.

(Y/n) giggled and helped her out of the car, walking her to the front doors. “That’s my faaavorite thing to cook! I’ll make a list for the grocery store, sound good?”

Emiko nodded, already looking like she had perked up. The two said their goodbyes and (Y/n) left her teacher her phone number before going back to the house. Hopefully Kuroo would be gone and the two could avoid an awkward encounter.

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mxrcayong · 3 years ago

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part of @nct-writers’s cafe resonance collab!

genre: fluff, a more UK-based pov of university

summary: jisung, a college student now looking for a job, has decided to apply for a job at the local café. he thought being friends with the manager and its employees has it perks; from unlimited free coffee to whatever pastries haven’t been eaten by the end of the day. needless to say; the perks must end somewhere.

word count: 2317 words

note: i didn’t make the divider!!

College students practically live by coffee shops. If university was a religion, the on-campus coffee shop would be the bible. Daily, college students’ breath in the coffee beans like oxygen, feel the permanent imprint of coffee mug or a ‘to go’ cup on their lips. They’re surrounded by the smells of different fruity pastries and savory snacks, and the sounds of students either chatting or typing away on their computers.

It’s no wonder that the university coffee shop was practically a hub of activity. When you sit down to work at Café Resonance, it’s feels like you’re a part of a bigger and collective community, stressing for assessments or just taking a break from their hectic university schedules. It’s especially hectic when you’re a full-time student and work part time.

“Do I really need to get a job?” Jisung sighed, scratching his head as he leant against the barista’s counter. His six closest friends were working behind the counter: using the coffee machines and decorating the pastries. “Can’t I just use your employee discount on everything?”

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. “You know I want to, my little mouse.” He teased as he placed another order on his tray, “But I can only put the café employee discount on so many things.” He practically sung as he left, heading to a table to bring another set of students their own cups of their own ambrosia.

From the cash register, Haechan had just finished taking the orders of the last bunch of the line and immediately replaced Jaemin’s place next to Jisung. “You can always just become a sugar baby.” He suggested, coming over to the display case to grab one of the pastries to heat up per the customer’s order. “Or a pole dancer… aren’t you a good dancer?”

Jisung immediately protested. “Firstly, no. Secondly, is it even legal? I literally only became an adult this year.”

“Actually…” Haechan started to counter, only to be interrupted by Mark approaching with a raised hand and a dirty mop.

“Stop telling everyone to become a sugar baby.” Mark chided as he ducked to get back behind the counter, drudging the cleaning supplies with him. “You do realize that if someone does become a sugar baby, they aren’t entitled to paying for your shit either.” In response, Haechan grumbled under his breath as he gave the bewildered customer overhearing the odd conversation their fruity treat.

Jisung has visited his closest friends enough to know that working at the café is like a beautifully choreographed dance. It moves like clockwork; with the six doing their roles diligently and without question. So, it’s not unusual for his friends to come and go during the conversation – all taking part whilst separating themselves at the same time.

“Why don’t you just ask Chenle if you could work here?” Renjun suggested, coming out from the back room where he started baking some more pastries – obvious through his powdered apron. “We all work here already, and we can go through the ropes with you.”

Jeno immediately stepped in and basically rejected the offer. “Do you remember the last time we hosted an event and Jisung wanted to help?” He prompted, before chuckling. “He tried to wash the food with dish soap…and he broke the broom when cleaning!”

Almost as if the thought of teasing Jisung summons him, Chenle came out of seemingly nowhere. “Didn’t he leave the broken broom on the floor and just started playing video games?” Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun nodded – remembering the mess the 00-line apartment was that night.

“Not the best party we hosted.” Jaemin commented, going around the counter to make his own drink now that the list of waiting customers is gone. “But, still, Jisung learns fast. I think he could work here.”

Chenle let out an introspective hum, before leaning over to whisper to Haechan. With a questionable look on their faces, Chenle decided to call Jisung into the back room and in his makeshift ‘managers office’ (a perk of being family with the owner of the university café). “I’ll consider your application, but I can’t do any nepotism.” He started, “so, you must go through the whole application process.” He paused. “You must come up with your own recipe.”

With a rule to not discuss recipes with his ‘potential future co-workers’ – which Chenle weirdly specified as everyone but Haechan, Jisung had to get straight to work. In all honesty, he had no baking experience nor ever made a drink without a guiding recipe.

While his six closest friends were out of the equation, he had another friend he could reach out to; Y/N.

You were in his freshmen orientation group earlier this year. Not going to lie, you initially thought of each other as familiar faces who you’d occasionally wave at or nod in acknowledgement when you walk past each other. However, you later found yourself eating in the same hall cafeteria…and then the same hall pantry…and then, it clicked. You two lived only four doors away from each other in your university hall.

Needless to say, you two ran midnight McDonald trips basically on a weekly basis. You became integral to Jisung’s daily routine; from waking each other up for breakfast to storming into each other rooms, armed with complaints and rants about the shitty professor who made you read 300 pages for one night. Even on your busiest days, you two would always pick each other up for the hall provided breakfasts and dinners.

So here you were - Jisung was slouching down on your desk chair while you were resting on the bed, your back against the wall and a pillow in your lap as you tried to help Jisung solve his current problem. “Well…did Chenle give you a prompt or anything?”

Jisung shook his head, groaning back. “It’s not like we have a kitchen to try and bake either! We only have fridges and a microwave and a….” He tried to recall what was on the floor pantry.

“Just a fridge and a microwave.” You added. “That means pastries are off the table…how about a drink?”

Jisung groaned again. “I have a hard time making pre-made coffee!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle; you remembered that day. It was a scary time for you; your credit card company sent you a text about a fraudulent use of your student account. Not only did you end up stressing to the point of crying, but you also learned it was a false alarm. Luckily, while still reeling from the anxiety inducing news, you ran into Jisung as he was leaving his room. He then took you to the pantry to try and cheer you up with coffee…however, a fire alarm went off and practically deafened the whole university housing cohort for hours.

And poor Jisung…Jisung was just an awkward little mouse, trying to look innocent as he saw his exhausted neighbors clamber out into the park due to his attempt of making pre-made coffee.

“Well…you have me. This isn’t hopeless.” Climbing off the bed, you pretended to dust yourself off. “So, let’s go to the pantry? Another one of our…”

Jisung quickly furrowed his brows, interjecting while you still spoke “I don’t think this can be considered snacking…”

“Pantry-time dates.” You stuttered, obviously unsure of the title. Usually, you call them ‘cup noodle dates’ or ‘popcorn dates’; a joke that ran through your small group of friends as well as the resident advisors at the university hall.

No one likes being in the pantry. Especially the second floor. For one, things always get stolen; from cutlery to a six pack of coke. Secondly, the few times people use the microwave to heat up their meals, they tend to leave the leftovers to rot on the windowsill. But you and Jisung sit there together; maybe because something about it feels open and comfortable, despite the terrible smell. Plus…the two of you placed bets on who could be the thief when people awkwardly clamber on by, and if on one of these ‘dates’ you catch the thief obviously taking something that isn’t theirs? Even better.

But today… you two will have to be the forsaken thieves.

“So someone put chocolate powder in the fridge…” You commented incredulously, especially as this fridge is known for freezing things into ice in minutes. “There’s some…expired milk.” Jisung watched as you searched through the fridge for any hidden treasures; feeling more and more unsure of himself as you listed more and more ingredients. “Oh, okay, some non-expired milk. That will be useful.”

“We can make a latte?” Jisung offered, now on his phone searching up popular café drinks.

“Yes!” You enthused, finally feeling like this trip to the pantry isn’t useless after all. “But…we should probably write an apology note to the people we’re stealing from.”

It’s been almost five hours in the pantry. Countless of people came in (however, this time you tried not to place bets as you knew who the real thieves were tonight) and would just stare at the two of you, arguing over a kettle of milk. Even your neighbor Victor came in; having sat and watched you two for a good while (which made Jisung extra cautious; he’s had a theory about him being the forsaken pantry thief for a while). Victor, however, said you two should have a cooking show, to which you scoffed while Jisung basked in the compliment. This very same compliment crossed Victor off of Jisung’s “potential criminals” list.

Eventually, you had a drink in front of you. A chocolate latte that Jisung insisted on putting salt in, as “Modern Family said it was a good idea”. Admittedly, the first ten versions of this drink were absolute failures; making you go to the bathroom numerous times to vomit out the thick and almost flour-like texture.

So, for your final check, the two of you grabbed the non-eaten pastries Jisung brought home from the café. Hopefully, this will act as a palette cleanser; especially since tasting all of the failed drinks probably have messed with your taste buds and lowered all sorts of expectations.

After taking bites into the Suh-ndwitch and Henpretzel, you two finally took sips of the drink you attempted to make since 10pm – with Jisung making far too many references to the Powerpuff Girls opening theme.

Alas – the taste that flooded their senses wasn’t at all bad, no. Nor was it ‘a little bit of sugar and everything ice’, but it was something you’d expect from Starbucks. You two immediately squealed out of excitement, ignoring the fact that you probably woke the neighboring rooms up at three in the morning. Jisung immediately went over to hug your waist, spinning you around as fast as he could; before something unexpected happens.

You felt his lips on yours; tasting like chocolate and leftover ingredients that were remnants from his palette cleanser of a sandwich. The feeling was foreign; you never expected to kiss Jisung. He was your best friend, your neighbour; but his lips were soft…and something about this felt right.

But then the door slammed opened. A zombie-like RA came in and you two immediately jumped to different sides of the room. “I know you two always do your pantry dates, but…” The RA started, obviously sluggish from being woken up at 3am. “We got noise complaints.”

Jisung awkwardly coughed, apologized, and ran away; leaving you confused in the corner of the pantry.

Café Resonance were never busy Friday evenings. People were most likely out pubbing or preparing for their weekends of antics. So when Jisung stormed in with a recipe in hand, he wasn’t afraid to celebrate as loudly as if he had just won the Olympic World Cup. “I got the recipe! Can I please have the job?” He practically pleaded, dropping the piece of paper with messy handwriting and the sample drink you two whipped up again the night prior. On top of the page with chocolate colored stains were the words; “Hamji Choco Latte” with (served hot or cold) at the bottom.

“A recipe?” Everyone but Haechan and Chenle looked confused; with the latter two smirking in the corner of the room. But as soon as Haechan cracked and let out a loud laugh, Mark turned around and immediately recognized the culprits of this misunderstanding.

“Bruh,” Chenle let out throughout his charming ‘dolphin laugh’, “You had the job – I was just messing with you.”

Haechan pouted, approaching Jisung to ruffle his hair. “My sweet, small, dumb idiot…how much I love you.” He placed a sloppy kiss at the corner of his head, making Jisung immediately try to scrub it off.

Jisung scowled, upset he let himself get fooled by his best friends. “At least I got a girlfriend from it…” He mumbled, more to himself, but forgetful of how Jeno’s ears can pick up on anything. It was from my ASMR stint, Jeno would say.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed, as if Jisung getting a girlfriend would happen the day pigs would fly.

“I sent you to make a café recipe, not a love potion!” Chenle cackled even more; while his fellow friends made him explain what happened.

By the time the store closed, Jaemin gave Jisung the ‘talk’ and warned that although they spent nights in each other’s rooms before, Jisung and you must be ‘safe’ and ‘protected’.

People always say the first people you become friends with at university don’t always stay friends for life. People tend to clash, find their hobbies, and go different ways. But Jisung was lucky. He met you; his best friend and now his other half. And despite the annoying prank Chenle made that wasted hours of your time, Chenle was right; the Hamji Choco Latte was basically a love potion as it brought the hidden infatuation you had for each other to light.

Now, every time he picks you up from your lecture hall, he brings one extra-large chocolatey drink to share.

“Email sent out to residents of NCU Hall:

Dear residents of the second floor,

The person who has been stealing cultlery and food has been identified. Victor Cho will be coming by to return any items that may have belonged to you.”

Jisung screamed at the top of his lungs when he got this email. “I TOLD YOU SO!”

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can-of-pringles · 3 years ago

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French Fries and Ice Cream

Rating: Gen

Warnings: food (pretty obvious), pregnancy cravings, it's fluff

Word Count: 778

Summary: Marigold is hungry for things Peter wouldn't think to put together.

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Peter turned the pages in the book he was reading. His eyes quickly scanned over each word.

He yawned, slowly growing bored with the contents of the book.

He took a pause when he noticed something.

Peter glanced up, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that smell? Is Marigold cooking something?” He thought.

Peter stood up from the couch. Placing a bookmark in between the two pages of the book; He set it down.

He followed the scent. His feet lead him towards the kitchen to figure out what’s cooking.

Peter peeked his head into the kitchen. He watched as Marigold took a metal sheet of French fries out of the oven. Setting it down carefully on the stove.

“French fries!”

“You cooked fries? Mari, you know I could’ve totally cooked them for you—”

“Hush, I can do it myself, and I did, your cooking takes too long, anyway,” Marigold interrupted.

“I can’t control how fast the food cooks, babe.” Peter chuckled.

“I read somewhere that, apparently, with enough speed, you can cook a raw chicken by slapping it.” She took off the oven mitts, setting them aside. Marigold turned to face him, a smirk on her face.

“Huh, interesting… you sure you’re not making that up?” Peter teased her.

Marigold rolled her eyes and let out a scoff. “Course not, how would I even come up with that in the first place?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You’re a creative person, that chicken thing though, sounds like it could be a fun experiment.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be impossible with your mutation,” she replied.

“Very true.” Peter smiled. He pulled her closer for a quick kiss.

“Why did you make fries?” He asked. “Seems like a lot of work just for a snack.”

“Says the guy who literally robs Mcdonalds for a meal,” Marigold said.

“Eh, that’s easy! They never suspect a thing,”

“Well, I guess next time I’ll just ask you to get me some fries then,” she replied. “But I like cooking them myself sometimes, almost homemade,”

“I like it when you cook them, too, who wouldn’t like your cooking?” Peter smiled. He reached for a fry. "Ow!” He winced, immediately pulling his hand away.

“They’re still cooling down!” Marigold held back a laugh.

“Yeah, just figured that out, thanks…” His tone was sarcastic.

“It’s almost done, just wait a bit longer.” She kissed his cheek.

Marigold opened the door of the freezer and pulled out a tub of chocolate ice cream.

“Ice cream too?? Wow, I didn’t know we were at Disney world.” Peter joked.

“I’m treating myself,”

“Obviously, it’s what you deserve,”

Marigold made a plate of fries and got a bowl for her ice cream. When it was all prepared, she sat at the dinner table; the food in front of her.

Peter moved to sit next to her, quickly stealing a fry from her plate. “So, are you going to eat fries first or ice cream?” He took a bite of the fry. “Cause, if it were me, I’d probably eat the ice cream firs—”

Marigold dipped the fry she had into the ice cream.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock. His face cringed. “What are you doing?”

Marigold finished her bite. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I got pregnancy cravings, give me a break.”

“Right, I didn’t say anything,” Peter muttered.

“Your face literally scrunched up in disgust!” Marigold scoffed. She playfully shoved his arm.

“Ok! Fine! My expression gave me away!” He admitted, holding his hands up in defense.

Marigold chuckled.

“Why? Out of anything, why that combo?” Peter asked. He raised an eyebrow in concern.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, dipping another fry into the cold chocolate ice cream.

Peter remained silent, pondering over her words. “Is it… good?” He spoke.

“I mean, I think it’s good, but, who knows how much my pregnancy is screwing over my tastebuds or not,”

Peter nodded. He reached for a fry and hesitantly dipped it in the ice cream. He took a bite, his mouth accessing the taste.

“You know, it’s not as bad as I thought, like, if I was kidnapped and forced to eat it, I wouldn’t say no.” He finished the rest of the fry.

Marigold let out a laugh. “Yeah… sounds like you still hate it.”

“Eh.” He shrugged.

Peter went to grab more fries when Marigold held the plate away.

“Hey! Get your own fries!” She chuckled.

He faked a sad frown, taking a big sigh. “Well, I guess my wife wants me to starve.”

Marigold rolled her eyes. “You’re such a drama queen.” She scoffed.

“I hear that often,”

Marigold laughed. She put another fry in his mouth.

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theonlygamergost · 4 years ago

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French homework and a Dream - fd!au. ( part 1 / 2)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay ctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Dream did the fatal mistake of choosing French over Spanish and now they have to suffer the consequences together

next part --->

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Enjoy~

Lunch break was sacred for Techno, it was that magic moment where he sat at a table alone, in the corner of the cafeteria with a book of his choice to read and block out the chaos of the fellow students. You know what they say: if you can't find peace, create your peace.

With lo-fi music or classical piano in his ears, he would peacefully eat his lunch, recharging his social energy (already consumed in the first half of the day) by not talking nor seeking company. Even though, from time to time, he would get some visitors:

One of his brothers could drop by if they needed to talk to him or they were also already feeling exhausted, Skeppy would also sit with him and try to initiate conversations, in vain since Techno ends up ignoring him unless he needed something important.

All in all, Techno didn’t allow anyone to disturb or interrupt his moment of peace, neither he liked sharing his book or music with anyone…

Well, anyone apart from Dream.

In between the rivalry for the smartest kid and best (nerd) Minecraft pvp-er, the two had started frequenting now and then, maybe studying at the library together or grabbing a bite after school before parting ways, all in all, they found to have a similar love for quiet company and taste in music.

So, to see Dream sit next to Techno, steal one of his earbuds, and tug the book a little closer for him to read as well wasn’t rare, but a treat to see.

“TALK TO ME TECHNO!!!” Skeppy had been trying to get his friend’s eyes off of the book for about five minutes or so, just to get completely denied by an unbothered and concentrated face. “Techno pleaseee!!!! I need attention!” his head fell on the table, “...I can tell” he finally replied while turning the page.

Skeppy groaned and went on bothering him for another five minutes.

Techno sighed, “Can’t you go bother someone else?” Skeppy was about to complain again, but a familiar laugh made the both of them stop and look at the direction it came from, “You’re so needy Skeppy”.

The boy in the green hoodie placed his tray next to Techno’s, leaving his backpack on the seat next to him, “YEAH! And this stupid pig isn’t giving me any attention!!!” after a second of silence they all giggled at Techno being addressed as “Pig”, something that only Skeppy could get away with. Not even Dream could call him that without either a complaint or a casual roast coming from the other teen as a consequence.

“Have you studied for tomorrow’s French test?” He took a bite of… whatever the cafeteria had made that day, he couldn’t really tell since it was so… revolting-looking, but it didn’t taste that bad and Dream was pretty hungry. Skipping breakfast was a habit of his so whatever he could eat at lunch was fine by him, it just needed to fill him up until the end of the day.

“Nah… I can’t remember some of the verbs, let alone when and how to use them” he replied before sipping on some water, “Same… some words are unpronounceable too… “ Dream and Techno both made the grave mistake of choosing French over Spanish as a second language, Techno made a very bad first impression with the teacher and Dream overslept three lessons in a month, let’s say that if they didn’t do good on this test… they could kiss goodbye a good French overall vote at the end of the year.

Skeppy exploded in a loud laugh, banging one of his fists on the table meanwhile holding his stomach, “Sucks to be you!” they sighed in defeat, Skeppy got convinced into choosing Spanish by a friend so he couldn’t relate to their problems since legends told that the Spanish teacher was a very nice person.

“I’ll leave you two to your nerdy problems, later losers!” Dream told him goodbye meanwhile Techno simply waved.

The blonde boy stretched his arms and grabbed both his phone and diary out of the backpack, flipping through it he nudged the other boy lightly, “We only have French for tomorrow… wanna study together?” Techno hummed a reply as the blondie took one of his earbuds, Techno reacted with a question: “Want to study at the library or..?” Dream’s head tilted, “Or what? We don’t have another place to study” Techno furrowed his brows for a second, “Well… no, you’re right”.

The reply made Dream curious, but he limited himself to finishing his meal in silence, enjoying the quiet company until the bell rang.

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“It’s already six pm?! We haven’t even finished memorizing this stuff!” Dream groaned in frustration while Techno just dropped his head on the book in front of him, they had been studying for two hours interrupted only by a bathroom break, and they weren’t even half-way done with their homework.

“This will be the only low grade on my paper this year…” the low murmur was muffled by the fact that Techno’s head was still slumped on the books, “Oh come on…”, Dream rubbed out the tiredness from his eyes, “I know that I won’t get anything done once I get back home, my ADHD goes crazy when I’m studying French… it knows I don’t want to study it so it makes me think about everything but that!”, the blonde boy chuckled, “I can never focus when It’s French too…”

Well, that was a slump, both of them knew that going part-ways wasn’t going to work… If they wanted a decent grade they had to have a study partner.

So Techno took a shot in the dark.

“Ok listen, I’ve got a plan: come sleep over at my place, my desk it’s a bit messy but if I throw everything on the ground we’ll fit, you can’t eat dinner with us because Phil already cooked it and it’s not enough for five people, it’s not enough- but we can go eat somewhere”.

Dream froze in genuine shock: he had never gone to the Pandel house, nor he had ever been invited by Techno anywhere really, he was usually the one that asked him to grab a bite together, Techno only ever asked him to study, and that was already pretty rare. So getting such an out-of-nowhere invitation to eat together AND sleep at his house was… very surprising.

“Uhh… sure, can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?” Techno nodded, “Well then… should we go eat now so that we have more time to study later?” Techno nodded again and they started packing up their stuff, grabbing books and pencils that scattered on the table while studying.

“McDonald’s?” Dream proposed, “McDonald’s” Techno replied.

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Meanwhile, they were crunching on some fries, Techno texted the Pandel chat about Dream sleeping over, Phil agreed almost instantly, telling Techno where he could get some blankets and an additional pillow, the problems were Wilbur and Tommy that didn’t like the idea of having Dream in their house, (because they had a Minecraft server where they and Dream had a bit of a… “difference” of opinions…) but Techno told them to cry about it and closed the chat, reassuring the boy in the green hoodie that he could spend the night with him.

On their way home, Techno had noticed by reading the notifications that the Berry brothers had proposed a last-minute movie night, to which the other Pandel’s agreed, already counting Techno off, so it wasn’t a surprise that they met Wilbur and Tommy leaving when they arrived.

“I’m glad we are leaving, two tryhards together must be a revolting sight” Wilbur adjusted his coat as Tommy tied his laces, “I’m glad you guys are leaving too, we really need to study and my desk is a bit small, we can use the kitchen until you come back” Dream stifled a giggle, the passive-aggressive energy the Pandel had when speaking to each other was very entertaining, Techno turned to him and pointed at the clothes hanger behind the door, “Put your jacket there, oh and don’t forget to take your shoes off, I’ll get you a pair of slippers, Eret’s one should fit you”

He opened the closet to almost disappear in it, “Bye big D! Have fun with TechnoNerd!” Dream cringed at Tommy’s goodbye while Wilbur snickered at it, “Bye… and please don’t call me that ever again”

The front door closed as Techno dropped a pair of dark blue slippers in front of him, he thanked him, grabbed his backpack and followed the pink-haired boy while looking around:

the living room and the kitchen were in the same room, there was also no proper table, not that there was room for it, so he guessed that they ate on the kitchen counter.

There were four doors in the room, the first one on the left before the kitchen, a pig sticker gave Techno’s room away, on the other side of it, next to the couch, there was a door with a big sign spelling “NO BITCHES ALLOWED” with an evil smile scribbled next to it, he guessed that was Tommy’s room.

Not too far away from Tommy’s room, there was another door, but this time nothing was on it, and the fourth door was to the right of that blank door aka on the opposite side of the front door. He guessed one was a room and one was the bathroom, there was a hole next to the fourth door though…

Techno sat on one of the stools and opened his backpack, “As I’ve said, we can stay here until the others come back, if you need the bathroom it’s this one” He pointed at the door directly behind him, door number three… but then…

“Why is there a hole next to that door” Dream pointed at the forth door, Techno smiled briefly, “Uhhh… It’s a long and secret story, but to give you an idea that is Will’s room” He blinked a couple of times to let the information sink in, Techno snapped him out of it by waiving his pen in front of his eyes.

“C’mon nerd, we have work to do.” To which Dream apologized and sat next to him, taking a deep breath before opening the french textbook.

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years ago

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the fight

pike jj x reader (ft. our fave duo cody and tyler)

it all comes to head with brooke, a story in four parts

hello all, this is it. the blowup. i hope that i’ve done it justice :)

You were ecstatic to say the least. JJ hadn’t hung out with the group alone in months, and with your friend-aversary coming up, he was finally going to be forced to. Cody texted you a countdown every morning and they never failed to make you laugh, especially the day of.

Today Maybank finally sheds the 120 pounds that’s been holding him back

With a snort, you finished packing your bag and left your dorm room to walk to the boys’ to meet them. The group had decided the best way to celebrate would be to feast like kings, and Cody found a really nice Italian restaurant in Charlotte, a little over two hours away, to do so.

Tyler was the only one ready when you knocked on the door, and when he opened it, Cody went sprinting past, tooth brush in his mouth, dress shirt unbuttoned. Your eyebrows shot up, “The fuck is going on?”

“Cody overslept,” Tyler answered, sounding exasperatedly fond.

Frowning in realization, you walked over to JJ’s room. He wasn’t there, so you asked, “Wait, where’s J?”

Cody walked over, tooth brush gone, and said mockingly, “He went to brunch with Brooke. He’s meeting us at the car.”

“God, couldn’t go one morning, huh?”

Making a face, Cody finished buttoning his shirt and sighed, “No he fucking can’t.”

Tyler laughed as he realized he’d fucked up the buttons and was one off, and you rolled your eyes, knocking Cody’s hands away to fix the buttons for him. He pouted like a child until you finished, and muttered, “Thanks mom.”

“Let’s just go to the car,” you told them both, pinching Cody’s cheek.

Cody yanked his face away from your hand, rubbing his cheek with a glare, “No.”

Tyler snorted and held his arm out for you, ‘’Alrighty then, the lady and I will see you tomorrow.”

After a few seconds of not backing down, Cody relented, “No, I don’t want to miss sleepover time.”

The three of you were talking and laughing loudly on the walk to the car, Cody carrying all the bags (he lost rock paper scissors) until you froze. Tyler jolted to a stop and looked concerned, “What’s up?”

“Why are there two people by your car?”

“What?” Cody asked, finally catching up.

“It’s not just JJ by the car.”

“He wouldn’t,” Cody tried to reassure, the uncertainty in his voice betraying his true thoughts.

He would.

Brooke smiled at the three of you as you walked up, looking you up and down appraisingly when the other two boys muttered out greetings. JJ was looking down at his phone and looked up with a grin, “Running late already, boys?”

“I highly doubt it was the boys,” Brooke answered, not taking her eyes off you.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the passenger door and climbed into Tyler’s car. Not fucking worth it. Cody gave her a fake smile and dismissed, “Alright, Brooke, thanks for dropping him off, but we’re going now.”

“I’m coming,” she told him, stepping around his frozen form to slide into the backseat next to JJ. Your hand stopped, mid-buckling yourself in, and your head whipped around.

“JJ, what the fuck?” you asked, “this is a friend group thing.”

He looked uncomfortably between you and Brooke, clearly not prepared to have to choose. The fact he even had to think about it fucking hurt.

“I mean,” he started, “Brooke hangs out with us too.”

“Plus, it’s our four-month anniversary,” Brooke told everyone even though no one asked.

“Yeah, we’ll it’s our one-year. And honey, you just haven’t been around that long,” Cody told her, condescending tone.

“It’s for the bros,” Tyler added.

“She’s not a bro,” Brooke pointed at you.

Tyler scoffed, “She is. JJ tell her.”

“I,” he looked trapped again, “she’s one of our best friends. Come on, Brooke, I told you if you were gonna come you’d have to play nice and participate.”

She sighed almost at the same time as you and you had to fight every instinct screaming for you to get out of the car and go back to your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Tyler passed you the aux cord, remorseful look in his eye, and you smiled weakly. Cody squeezed your shoulder and whispered, “You good?”

“I’ll make it,” you whispered back as Tyler cranked up the car and started to back out. What you’d forgotten was that Brooke had never driven in a car with Tyler, and had no clue that he drove like a bat out of hell.

She gasped loudly at his first sharp turn and you snorted, not even trying to hide it. Tyler grinned over at you and winked as he took another sharp turn to merge onto the interstate. One glance back showed Brooke clutching onto JJ’s hand as Tyler cut someone off in his merge.

Cody was facing away from them, grinning widely out the window, and you settled into your seat to pick a playlist. You hit shuffle on one and as Still Woozy started playing, Cody leaned forward, “Bro, is this the clique?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “did you add this one?”

He nodded, smiling, as JJ asked, “Wait, the clique?”

“We have a collab playlist called the clique,” Tyler told him, “for when we go on car rides and stuff.”

Brooke scoffed, “That’s stupid, just take turns like adults.”

Your throat tightened, the collab playlist having been your idea, and Tyler narrowed his eyes at her in the rearview, “Pipe down back there, intruder.”

Cody snorted, still looking out the window, and you felt a little better. Tyler reached across and squeezed your hand in comfort. Brooke hummed, “So are you two together, then?”

“What?” you asked, “No.”

“Just a question, no need to get so defensive. Why not though?”

Blinking a few times, you asked again, “What?”

“Well, there must be something wrong with you if all you hang out with is dudes and none of them will date you.”

Your jaw dropped and Tyler flipped on his blinker, swerving off the next exit. He pulled into a gas station and threw the car into park before turning to look at her, “Watch your fucking mouth, you’re here, uninvited, and I’m not sure exactly what the fuck your problem is with her, but you stay the fuck out of our business.”

Cody smiled bitterly, “In case we hadn’t made it abundantly clear, you aren’t welcome here, be grateful we haven’t left you on the side of the road yet.”

“Hey,” JJ tried to intervene, but no one listened as Tyler pulled back onto the road to get back on the interstate.

The rest of the ride was relatively silent, thankfully, Tyler and you talking a bit since you were navigating. When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, you were so ready to be out and away from the tension. Cody wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “Still good?”

“As good as I can be.”

He sighed, “Yeah, fuck her. Let’s go eat our body weight in pasta.”

Cracking a smile, you let his arm fall off your shoulders and followed the rest of the group inside, lightly holding onto the cuff of his sleeve. Tyler was the first one you saw at the hostess stand, arms crossed with a frown firmly etched on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, as you and Cody joined the group.

“We reserved a table for four,” Tyler explained, “but now we have five, so we have no table.”

You sent Brooke a fake smile, “I’m sure we can roll the car windows down for you so you don’t get too hot.”

Her jaw dropped and Cody gave you a very discrete fist bump. JJ cleared his throat and shook his head at you. It was whatever, out of all the shit he’d let her say about you slide, yours was tame. He turned to face the other boys, “We’ll just go somewhere else, right?”

“No,” Cody stood his ground, “I picked this place, I made the reservation, I’m fucking eating here.”

You nodded, “I want pasta.”

“You don’t need pasta,” Brooke muttered loud enough for you to hear it.

“Fuck you,” you snapped, “I don’t need to deal with your shit anymore.”

“I’m sticking around, sweetheart, so I’d get used to it.”

You nodded, “Okay, sure. You’re barely past a hookup and literally no one wants you here.”

“I want her here,” JJ interrupted.

“And why?” you turned on him, “Why are you so fucking stubborn about this? About her?”

He looked around, seeing everyone’s eyes on your group. Cody and Tyler were leaning back, looking a mix of amused and proud of you. Before JJ could say anything, the hostess interrupted, “Um, if you can’t be quieter, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Make it a table for three,” you told her, motioning at Brooke and JJ, “they’ll be eating elsewhere, they have an anniversary to celebrate.”

She nodded and led you, Cody, and Tyler to a table, leaving Brooke and JJ standing at the front of the restaurant.

“Okay, remember what we told you,” Tyler said, picking up the boxes you all had after the meal, “be firm and confident. Tell him what you’re really thinking. Ignore Brooke.”

“Ignore Brooke,” you repeated, nodding.

“Good girl,” Cody affirmed, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

Brooke and JJ were sitting on the curb next to Tyler’s car when the three of you joined them, empty McDonald’s bags on the ground next to them. You couldn’t stop the dig, “So, nice anniversary meal?”

“Ours was great,” Cody added, “best pasta I’ve ever had in my entire goddamn life.”

Brooke rolled her eyes, “Hope you ate more salad than pasta.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Cody asked incredulously.

You were pretty sure she was talking to you because Brooke stuttered out, “Uh, no.”

“Bro,” Cody said, “I swear to god I would be cracking skulls right now, but I hashtag respect women so I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“A hero,” you cooed mockingly at him.

Brooke glared at you, “Can’t talk to me on your own without a buffer now?”

And you were so tired. So fucking tired of dealing with her. You snapped.

“I don’t have to if I don’t fucking want to. All you do is berate me, and send me shitty passive aggressive messages on Instagram, and lie to the people I love. You’re the absolute worst person I’ve ever met in my entire life, I wouldn’t wish dating you on my worst enemies.”

JJ looked like he was going to interrupt, but Cody clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head, warningly.

You kept going, “One day, JJ is going to wake up and he’s going to see how awful you are. He’s going to realize how miserable you make everyone around you and it’s going to suck for you and for him. I was waiting, I wanted to see it happen, but you know what, it’s just not worth my time.”

“This is insane,” Brooke laughed, a little hysterically, “you’re actually so manipulative.”

But you ignored her and turned to JJ, “I hope you’re so happy. I hope that this girl is worth one of your best friends walking out of your life. I’ve been there for you through shit, man. I’ve been a shoulder to cry on, I’ve been someone at your beck and call, and I’ve been someone who has seen you at your worst and stuck around.”

He was frozen beneath your glare and after a few seconds of waiting on any response, you finished your rant, “Because I’m tired JJ. I’m not going to just myself get hurt for no fucking reason. I never wanted to be that bitch that makes a guy choose, but I’m not in high school anymore, and I won’t be bullied like I am. Choose.”

JJ and Brooke decided to stay at a hotel in Charlotte instead of at the same Airbnb with you, Cody, and Tyler. Tyler stopped at a liquor store and picked up wine on the way to the Airbnb and the three of you put on your pajamas, turned on a movie, and drank.

You were laying on the bed between them, thinking about everything that had gone down, and without your permission, the tears started. Tyler noticed first and he paused the movie, sitting up fully to look at you.

“You gonna be okay, bud?”

“I’m sorry for ruining this trip.”

“You didn’t ruin it, Brooke did,” Cody soothed, running a hand up and down your back.

“I feel like it was me though. That’s what she makes me feel like. The intruder, the one who makes things worse, the one who gave an ultimatum. Which may I add, looks even dumber now that he clearly chose her.”

“We could leave them here,” Tyler suggested, “Make them pay for an Uber home.”

You smiled through the tears, “Fuck, that’s so tempting. But I want some moral high ground, I think.”

“We just want you to be happy,” Cody told you, voice soft.

“I am, mostly. But, god, sometimes it’s so hard. It feels so stifling. Like I found my niche, my friends, and then she’s there and she’s ruining it. I hate it so much.”

“Well, we’d never leave you for her,” Tyler soothed.

Cody nodded, “Never, even if we have to ditch Maybank.”

“Shut up,” you told them, smiling slightly.

“Serious,” Cody promised, holding out his pinky. You stared at it before slowly bringing your hand up to link them. Tyler did the same on your other side and you just breathed, both of your pinkies linked, content in the fact that if shit were to go south, they’d have your back.

JJ was waiting outside when the three of you pulled up to the hotel, Brooke nowhere in sight. Tyler parked and rolled the window down, “Where’s the spare?”

“She went home,” JJ responded, picking up his bag and walking over to your door, “Can I talk to you?”

“I don’t know, can you,” Cody cut in from the back seat.

You snorted and stepped out to talk to him, “Yeah, can you?”

JJ sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, putting his hands in his pockets nervously.

“There’s a lot to work through,” you told him.

He smiled sadly, “How did we get here?”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you shrugged, “I don’t know, dude, it just sucks.”

“How do we get back?”

Shrugging again, “It’ll take some time. You hurt my feelings so.”

JJ nodded uncomfortably, “Right. Um, maybe start with breakfast tomorrow?”

“Breakfast tomorrow,” you agreed.

#jj maybank #pike!jj #jj maybank x reader #cody and tyler #jj maybank fic #frat!jj

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youllneverknowrac · 4 years ago

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Oscar Diaz-Brattitude

Sorry it’s short and all over the place?

Hope you guys enjoy though!

“Chill out mami, you don’t always got to get so worked up.” Oscar says while trying to keep the smirk off of his face,”I was hungry and you were still knocked out. What was I suppose to do?”

“Starve until I wake up.” You say like it was obvious as you shrug him off and turn your head the other way,”And then you went to my favorite place at that. You don’t care about me Oscar, what you just did to me showed that you’re fake.”

“Y/N, you know damn well you don’t even fuck with McDonald’s like that.” He says with a stupid smirk,”Quit being a baby, okay? I already said I’m sorry.” He adds as he try’s to pull you into his lap,”Come here girl, stop being like that with me.”

“Hmf.” You huff as you pout out your lips, letting him pull you into his lap but not wrapping yourself around him like you usually would,”You smell like hash browns and selfishness.”

“Yeah and you smell like that expensive ass perfume you make me buy for you.” He chuckles as he snuggles his face into the back of your neck,”I don’t like when you’re mad at me.” He mumbles before pressing a small kiss under your ear,”Don’t be mad at me mamas. Te amo.”

“Ha, love?” You begin as you turn to face him,”If you...”

“Aye, enough of that shit.” He barks before roughly pressing his lips to yours as he cuts you off,”I love yo ass, don’t play with me like that. And you know I do, so what the fuck do you want to go eat so you can quit giving me that bratty ass attitude of yours.” You squint your eyes at him, debating if you should let it go or fire back at him with another comment, your thoughts being interrupted as Oscar brings his hand up to hold your cheek, his thumb pulling down your lower lip,”Tell me whatcha want baby and we can go get it. Fast food? Taco truck? A fucking full course meal? Dime que quieres.”

“I’m not even hungry to be honest.” You admit sheepishly as you advert your eyes from him a moment later. Well you were hungry, but it could wait for now.

“Then why you tripping out on me?” Oscar laughs with a shake of his head,”Making me feel like a horrible person cause I went to get something to grub on.”

“Because.” You mumble

“Cause why?” He pushes,”Use yo words and talk to me. Hm why can’t I go get food with out you mami? Tell me the problem so I can fix it.”

“Beeeecause I like doing things with you. Eating with you, driving with you, and just being with you. Anything. I would have went with you if you just waited for me to wake up....but you didn’t. Instead you let me wake up in a cold and empty bed.” You admit, a tad embarrassed at the reasoning.

“Oh so you just missed me? Don’t like waking up with out me, that it?” He teases, his ego going up three notches.

“Shut up.” You groan as you finally turn around in his arms and hide your face in his chest,”Don’t make fun of me for wanting to be with you.”

“Nah I ain’t ever gonna make fun of you for that.” He responds as he snakes his arms around you,”You forgive me though? I promise to wake you up next time.”

“Yes. Do you forgive me?” You ask, your voice muffled as you continue to hide your face.

“For what?” He asks confusingly

“For my brat ass attitude.” You reply as you pull back to finally lock eyes with him.

“Oh I’m use to that shit by now.” Oscar laughs, his white teeth on full display,”You’ve been a brat since I meant you.”

“Hey.” You frown,”I wasn’t that bad. You made me worse.”

“I can’t even deny that. Maybe we need to work on that.”

“No.” You say as you peck his lips quickly,”I like being a brat. Your brat.”

“You’re lucky you’re such a fine ass hyna.” He groans,”You’re gonna give my ass grey hair with all the shit you put me through.”

“You wouldn’t look so bad with grey hair.” You smile as you lightly scratch the back of his head,”I think I see a few of them already.”

“Shut up, we ain’t gonna have a roasting battle right now...and give me another kiss so I can take you to get some food. I know you want some fucking nuggets and a Oreo shake.” He reply’s with a shake of his head.

“Um please?” You say with a raised eyebrow as you hold back your grin,”You have to ask nicely.”

“Man...come here.” Oscar smacks his lips as he brings a hand up to hold your throat and pulls you centimeters from his lips,”I said give me a kiss.”

You roll your eyes playfully, his hold growing tighter as you press your lips to his. Oscar’s tongue finding its way quickly into your mouth as he deepens the kiss,”Happy?” You croak as you mange to pull away, your hands grabbing his wrist and prying it off a minute later as you take in a shaky breath, his hold becoming to much.

“Shiiiiit mami, how could I not be when I have you on my lap?” He smiles and gives you another quick kiss to your now red and swollen lips,”Now go put your slides on so we can go. Ándale.” He claps with a loud whistle,”I know you and I know you’re starving. You just rather pick fights with me.” He jokes as the both of you stand up, Oscar roughly smacking your ass as he does,”That’s all mine.” He boasts as he gives you a squeeze.

“All yours.” You smile as you walk away with a laugh, heading to the shared bedroom to find your shoes. Your attitude gone as you shuffle through the closet, sometimes all you needed was a bit of reassurance from him to completely change your mood. You can’t lie though, sometimes the brattiness was intentional so you could see just how Oscar would give you a attitude adjustment. Let’s just say he was more than happy to give you a lesson when you guys returned home after making sure you were well fed.

#spooky diaz #spooky x reader #netflix on my block #on my block imagines #netflix #freeridge #omb #on my block season 3 #one shot #omb season 3 #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 5 years ago

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Any way we could get like a master list of like Tobias + Rachel moments like “first time they talk about their feelings” and “first kiss” etc? And what book it’s in? If that’s not too much. I love you!!

All right, this is going to be less a master list, more a “things I can think of off the top of my head,” but here it is.

The Non-Definitive List of Rachel/Tobias Milestones:

First crush: #1. It’s hard to say how much is going on in the background of their first mission, because Jake is a clueless duffer who needs Cassie to explain romance to him and because Jake takes forever to wrap his head around the fact that Rachel is capable of having crushes on boys. But we know that Rachel is looking at Tobias when she agrees to let the boys walk her and Cassie home, and we know that Rachel immediately jumps to Tobias’s defense when he and Marco start arguing. Rachel is the most worried about Tobias when the others lose sight of him during that first battle, and the fastest to consider Tobias a part of the group.

Unresolved romantic tension: #3. Tobias knows he has a thing for Rachel as of this book. He knows, and he’s not ever planning on doing a dang thing about it, because he’s a bird and she’s a human. They smash up car commercials together, they hunt for yeerk ships together, and they fly all over town together, but he’s pretty sure they’re going nowhere relationship-wise. And then Rachel, in the middle of half-drowning in the truck ship’s water tank, starts to say what she needs to say before she dies. She stays in morph longer than any of the others specifically so that she and Tobias can have this last moment alone. And Tobias’s response to her near-confession is to grab a dracon beam and go take on an entire yeerk fleet alone.

Acknowledging their feelings: #7. When the Ellimist comes with his offer, Jake and Marco focus on saving their families, Ax and Cassie go full environmentalist... and Rachel and Tobias are pissed. Tobias figures out instantly that he’s only there as a human because the Ellimist wants to manipulate Rachel’s emotions through dangling the possibility of de-nothliting her honey-pie in front of her face. Rachel’s pissed on Tobias’s behalf, Tobias on Rachel’s behalf, and the Ellimist is just deeply amused.

Resolving romantic tension: #12. When Rachel doesn’t know what to do about the crocodile thing, she goes to Tobias. When Tobias sees Rachel and Jake headed for another fight, he undercuts it so that Rachel wins. They banter about Superman and Xena having kids together. They jerk Marco around together. They’re a couple already, even if they’ve never even held hands.

First couples’ fight: MM2. They’re both tired and hungry and injured, to give credit where it’s due, and they’re entitled to get snippy with each other. It’s also worth noting that they resolve their spat in a pretty healthy way — Tobias acknowledges that he underestimated how hard it would be to control the deinonychus morph, Rachel acknowledges that she underestimated how dangerous the deinonychuses would be, they both acknowledge that they’re not at their best and need to drop the subject until they’re in a better mood. It’s also when Rachel recognizes that Tobias isn’t, fundamentally, a mere human: she doesn’t reach him through the dino instincts until she pivots from descriptions of fingers and toes and instead reminds him of flying.

Healthiest moment: #23. Yes, a matter of opinion, but I love how supportive Rachel is toward Tobias throughout this whole book. She’s quick to reassure him that she doesn’t think it’s weird to eat roadkill, and equally quick to drop the subject when he wants to. Whatever Tobias needs, from a sympathetic ear to a killer grizzly, she’s happy to help him through this difficult time.

Labeling the relationship: #27. Bless T.T. and his stupid little 1990s So Cal name. It takes T.T.’s dimples and his smooth-talking and his sheer ordinariness for Rachel to realize that she doesn’t want dimples or smooth-talking or ordinariness. She wants the kind of guy who is terrified of water but will become a sperm whale to keep her safe. She wants a “mouse-eating freak,” because she’s a squid-eating freak herself. She wants someone around whom she can be ugly, can be vulnerable, can be scared, can be herself. Also, I love that moment with Tobias commenting that T.T. is “pretty cute, and perceptive too” after T.T. says something unrepeatable about Rachel’s violent tendencies and sense of propriety.

First kiss: MM3. It’s the moment just after Rachel was “killed” by a cannonball aboard the Trafalager and then pops back up in the middle of Princeton University’s campus. Tobias runs and grabs her, she smooches him, Marco asks if he can have a kiss as well, the racist dude that Cassie was in the middle of intimidating cries on the floor. It’s all very romantic.

The L Word: #32. The whole book is about Rachel learning to reconcile the different sides of herself, but a big part of it is her realizing that Tobias has gone through many of the same struggles. Tobias knows she’s a killer, and he’s a killer too. Tobias knows she’s a frightened softie at heart, and he is one too. Tobias’s entire life has been about him trying to stick together disparate pieces of himself, which is why Tobias is the only thing Mean Rachel and Nice Rachel can agree upon, and it’s why Tobias is the only one whom Rachel wants to see after it’s all over.

Best “battle couple” moment: #36. A matter of opinion, of course, but I love the moment that the yeerk submarine starts to come apart and Rachel bodily wraps herself around Tobias to protect him. Honestly the whole motif of them pairing up their battle morphs — hawk-Tobias compensating for bear-Rachel’s major weakness through acting as her eyes and ears, bear-Rachel compensating for hawk-Tobias’s relative delicacy through being the tank of the team — does my heart good. But I have an extra-large soft spot for this moment because when the shit hits the fan, Rachel’s immediate reaction is to throw her entire body between Tobias and danger.

Picking out furniture: #49. Yes, Rachel is joking when she tells Tobias that they need to get patio furniture for his meadow, but it’s also an affirmation that they both view this as a long-term thing they’ve got going. She wants them to have a place together, even if it is a random clearing in the woods with a deeply suspicious number of lounge chairs.

First date: ??? Arguably, Rachel and Tobias never go on a single actual date-date, and I think that’s a lot of the beauty of their utterly unique relationship. Ones that could count:

Destroying a car commercial in #3. Although there are hints in #2 that Rachel goes flying alone with Tobias sometimes, this is the first time we actually see them doing something for fun together.

Running around as hork-bajir in #13. It’s the first time they go on a mission as a couple, the first time they really consider the possibility that they could have a relationship now that Tobias can morph, and the first instance of them using “paired” morphs together.

Tobias’s birthday in #23. If “date” means sharing a meal together, then by gum Rachel baking an entire cake for Tobias and then having the world’s strangest conversation about his family history while they sit on the floor of her room and eat with their hands has got to count.

The school dance in #29. This is the first time (that we know of) where they go to a public human gathering as a formal couple.

The opening sequence of #33. This moment canonically makes “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls their song, and it involves the first real conversation about their future as a couple.

The ending sequence of #33. EVERYTHING HURTS AND NOTHING IS OKAY at the end of this book, but it also involves them doing human-stuff like hugging and hanging out on the beach followed by them doing raptor-stuff like flying around together, because everyone but especially Rachel is trying to do whatever Tobias needs right then. It’s also the most emotionally raw moment between them, but one they get through together.

Watching Felicity together in #35. I love this moment, not in the least because Rachel and Tobias are both like “how dare you interrupt our soap opera with yeerks, Marco?” and it hints at what they’ve been up to in the background of the books they don’t narrate. It’s also canon that Rachel doesn’t have a TV in her room, so that suggests that human-Tobias and human-Rachel were sacked out on her couch together, possibly while Naomi glared disapprovingly from the door to the kitchen.

Having burgers in #49. Rachel bringing Tobias McDonald’s is actually the first time they label one of their own meetups as being a date, for what it’s worth.

Most painful moment: #54, duh. For me it’s a three-way tie between Tobias guiding Rachel through her last battle after she’s blinded by snake venom, Rachel and Tobias both taking on human morph so that they can say goodbye to each other THROUGH A VIEWSCREEN, and Tobias stealing the urn with Rachel’s ashes because he wants her to have a memorial her way. Ugggghh why do these children wound me so.

#animorphs #animorphs meta #animorphs spoilers #rachel berenson #tobias fangor #emohawk #romance #hawkward #xena: warrior princess #anonymous #asks

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markleesthighs · 4 years ago

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omg i didn’t know you did male reader scenarios! i read the mark and jaemin scenarios you made and i love them!

i watched nct dream arm wrestle and thought of jaemin and jeno who are not idols were childhood friends and practically grew up together with y/n , but y/n who’s from a wealthy family moved away when he was 9 years old to go to a prestige school then he came back 10 years later now they turn everying into a competition, trying to impress y/n with their strength, like carrying y/n’s luggage, where they both do uncessary things just to show their strength and even having somesort of cocky bicep and flexing competition? hope it gets to you! thank you! :D:D:D

-aw yeah! I love writing ones that help include everyone! I’m glad you enjoyed it! This concept is cool thanks for sending it in!

Ten years. After ten years you are finally returning to your hometown. You missed your old friends Jeno and Jaemin. You grew up with them since birth, being an iconic trio throughout elementary school. However your parents didn’t think you were living up to the standards of your family, so they moved to Paris, where you could focus on your education at a preparatory school. Your parents removed their numbers from your phone, not wanting you to cry over spilled milk. They also wanted you to focus on becoming valedictorian, which everyone in your family was. You did become valedictorian and got into a prestigious law school overseas in America. You were coming back to your hometown because your grandparents lived in your old home, and your family wanted you to come back for the holidays.

You were on your private jet plane ride, worried about seeing your old friends. They lived down the block from your old house so you wouldn’t be shocked if they decided to visit you. Little did you know your parents called them up to pick you up from the plane, as a nice surprise. You stepped out of the plane to see two handsome men waiting for you. You didn’t know who they were until you saw them smile, it was Jeno and Jaemin?? They were taller, more handsome, and very muscular. You noticed Jeno dyed his hair blonde while Jaemin dyed it a light brown. Jeno and Jaemin didn’t know what to think of you. You were no longer a kid that sold mud pies, you were a grown adult that made four figures in one sitting.

You hugged both of them and they strangely smelled good. Jeno grabbed your handbag as Jaemin walked to to the limo holding your hand and opening the door for you. They quickly came to sit down next to you on both sides eagerly asking you questions wanting to catch up.

“How’s was Paris?”

“Is living in the states hard?”

“How’s school?”

“Has your fashion sense changed?”

“How many guys have asked you out?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I think we should go shopping y/n!”

“No, no, no let’s take y/n out to eat she must be starving!”

“Guys, guys! I just want to rest, it’s been a long flight for me.” You yawned as you rested on Jaemin’s shoulder.

You couldn’t see or hear it but Jeno and Jaemin were silently fighting at each other. Jeno wanted to move you on to his shoulder so you wouldn’t get a strained neck, while Jaemin wanted to keep you there, not wanted to disturb your slumber. Once you arrived at your old house, Jaemin tapped you awake as they both helped you out of the limo. As you got out they rushed to the trunk to help with your luggage, rushing to see who could carry the most. It looked like it was straight out of a cartoon, scrambling to beat each other. (jokes on them because you brought about ten bags)

As they were having their little feud you walked up to the door bell to be greeted by the butler who saw Jeno and Jaemin racing up the stairs with your luggage. Jeno screamed

“I won! Did you see that y/n?!”

“I did, very impressive.” You said in a sarcastic tone. You weren’t shocked by this behavior as you would watch Jeno and Jaemin race on baseball fields after little league practice.

The butler then called the maids to bring your luggage to your room and invited you all into the house. Your home looked exactly the way you left it, still perfectly polished and a few new plants here and there. You all walked into the living room to see your grandparents and your mother and father. You parents greeted all of you as you went to give your grandparents gifts you bought for her overseas (it was Rolex watches). You all sat down and chatted for a bit. Your father would grill you on your education while your mom would ask you if you’re looking to date and how she can set you up with one of her friends sons. Your parents invited Jeno and Jaemin for dinner which they agreed to, because they always remembered how good your family’s dinners are.

You excused yourself to go to your room to changed out of your airplane clothes and Jeno and Jaemin followed like little puppies. They joined you in the elevator up to your room, on the seventh floor. You saw maids putting the final touches on your room as they left seeing the trio enter. Jeno and Jaemin idly kept following you into your walk in closet. They looked at all your designer clothing from custom made pieces to basic sweatpants.

You grabbed your Burberry hoodie, Versace pants, and Gucci slippers as you walked to change, you saw Jeno and Jaemin still relaxing in your room.

“Guys, I’m going to change, no peeking you pervs.”

You said as you closed the door to your closet. You changed into your new, comfortable clothes, throwing the older ones into the hamper. Little did you know Jeno and Jaemin were peaking through a crack in the door. Mischievous Jeno found the crack and Jaemin and him were fighting over to catch a glimpse of you. They only saw your bare back but they still fought over taking times looking. They saw you walking to the door as they ran to pretend they were laying on the bed playing on their phones. You joined them on the bed wanting to fall asleep. Jaemin pet your hair as Jeno rubbed your back. You were interrupted from your daze by the PA system in the house calling you down for dinner. You groaned as you all got up to have dinner.

Jaemin rushed to the table to open and push in your seat for you as Jeno sat down next to you. Jaemin sat down on the other side of you smiling at you, anticipating the meal.

“Tonight we have an Alaskan wild caught king salmon with a lemon beurre blanc sauce, gold flakes, a truffle drizzle, and matsutake mushrooms. For your appetizers we have a platter with caviar along with some seared wagyu steak and foie gras, enjoy.”

You licked your lips, missing your expensive cuts of food, no longer eating Mcdonald’s every other day. You saw Jeno and Jaemin drool looking at the food, which you thought was cute.

“Can someone pass the bread please?” You asked

Jeno and Jaemin grabbed the basket at the same time and they were fighting over who should give you bread. Eventually Jaemin won, distracting Jeno saying that your mom was calling him. You thanked him as Jeno pouted angrily continuing to eat. Jeno knew you loved wagyu so he gave you extra feeding it to you. Jaemin, wanting your attention, also gave you his wagyu feeding it to you. Then the salmon came. It was beautifully presented to all of you, you all ate in in an instant. Jeno and Jaemin giggled at your eager eating. Dessert was some fruit, wanting to have a light and healthy dessert for everyone.

After everyone was excused from their meals, the three of you stayed in the living room raving about the meal. It led to Jeno and Jaemin fighting about who was stronger. Wanting to prove their mouths, they wanted to have an arm wrestling competition. They asked you about what the prize was for winning. You jokingly said a kiss but they surprisingly agreed.

They began by flexing their muscles and you weren’t going to lie, you were drooling a bit over both of them. You watched as they held their hands together and began to wrestle, best two out of three. They went back and forth but not touching the table, you were worried they were going to break the glass table if one of them lost. First winner was Jeno, second time around it was Jaemin, so it all came down to this final match. As Jaemin appeared to be winning Jeno pulled his strength over him and won. He got up jumping around the living room as you comforted Jaemin.

Jeno then smirked looking at you wanting to claim his prize. You walked over to him and pecked his lips. He collapsed to the floor shy. You saw Jaemin look disappointed so you walked over and gave him a peck as well and he just froze. You sat on the couch waiting for them to respond to you.

“So...”

“So, y/n...what now...”

“Are you guys that dense?”

“huh?”

“I love both of you idiots, I thought you guys knew that,”

“We know you love us but...like love us? Like a boyfriend?”

“You could say it like that, I’m sure my parents wouldn’t be shocked if I started dating both of you, to them it means more wealth and more powerful heirs. But to me, it means I get to have double the fun” you said with a wink.

“That also means double the trouble” Jaemin said as Jeno and Jaemin kissed both your cheeks.

You grabbed the both of them to walk to the elevator where you went to your room. You changed into your pajamas and let Jaemin and Jeno borrow some of your clothes (after begging, and wanting their clothes to smell like you). You all cuddled up in your king-sized bed with Jeno on your left and Jaemin on your right. You began watching tv as you fell asleep with Jeno and Jaemin admiring you in your slumber, peaceful in both their arms.

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coldcocoamilk · 4 years ago

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Grape Four Loko

this fic is also available on Archive of Our Own.

y’all... I saw this picture in a Facebook group that I’m part of, and it awoke something real stupid in me. therefore, everyone gets to see the stupid crackfic I’ve written at 2am. as always, thanks for reading my work, and please enjoy lmao

You see, the morning after a house party is always rough. Especially when you wake up still at the house, and not entirely sure what happened past about three AM. Most especially, the morning after a house party is rough when you happen to also live at said house.

Hange thankfully woke up in her own bed this fateful morning, still in the clothes from the night before. Her mouth tasted like hell itself had spawned upon this fateful house and the emptiness in her stomach gave her indication that, while her dumbass was still intoxicated last night, she at least had the sense to puke before going to sleep. Still, after rolling over, the nausea persisted. It wasn’t quite like she had to run to the bathroom, but it was there.

Ugh, what a pain. What did she drink last? What fateful liquor did her in last night?

Blearily opening her eyes and thanking herself for never ever opening her window shades anyways, she soon landed eyes on what did her in: that damn Pink Whitney. Dangerous territory, she thought as she rolled herself to the edge of the bed, reaching underneath to grab a water bottle from the value pack that lived under her bed. The house parties were common, especially after a tough exam week – and this was spring break. They were common enough for her to think smarter about her mornings after, not harder.

After chugging half the bottle in one go, she finally sat up, taking inventory of the room around her. By the cups on her dresser and the end of a joint on her nightstand, she’d had friends in here – but which ones? Upon further inspection, Nanaba was curled up in a corner of the room on her beanbag, clutching a stuffed animal and using Hange’s university sweatshirt as a blanket. Next to her sat the wastebasket, although it didn’t smell like it was necessary. Knowing Nanaba, she was just doing it to be polite – and knowing Nanaba, it would explain the roach. She never puked during a party, the absolute champ.

Hange tiptoed around her room, dropping a bottle of water and a packet of Goldfish crackers by Nanaba on her way out. The house was pretty silent, save for the sound of Mario Kart still running on the TV, with Mike and Levi still passed out on the couch in front of it. Quietly, she made her way to the fridge, grabbing some leftover McDonald’s nuggets from the day before and a purple can of fizzy. She stopped the microwave before it beeped and made her way to the shower.

The hot water was refreshing, and the nuggets were what her stomach had been craving. She washed it down with the purple fizzy drink. Cold grape was refreshing in the morning. The morning meal sat on the shower caddy. Shower breakfast for today. Her body felt like it had been hit by a semi truck on the freeway, but she would recover. A good shower always felt like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly for her.

Her shower was rudely interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door banging against the wall and the sound of both toilet lids slamming against the tank.

Ah. Someone was awake. Maybe not coherent, but definitely awake enough to reach the toilet. God bless ‘em.

“Morning!” She opened the shower curtain slightly, just enough to get a view of the poor unfortunate soul who was suffering. To her surprise, her favorite ill-tempered man was coughing his guts into the porcelain throne.

“Fuck that stuff,” Levi coughed, his voice full of distaste. “Never again.”

“I take it you no longer like Pink Whitney,” Hange giggled, opening the shower curtain a little further. “Get it all out. I’ll make some coffee when I’m done.”

Once Levi finished, he sat curled up against the bathroom wall, staring up at the towel rack above the toilet. His eyes wandered to the shower, catching a glimpse of her leg, and back up to –

“Why,” he snarled. “Why the hell are you drinking a Four Loko right now?”

She shrugged. “Spring break. Gotta rally, Levi.”

He stared at her smirk from the opening in the shower curtain before abruptly standing up from the bathroom floor. In a clumsy motion, he grabbed the grape Four Loko from the shower caddy and took a long draught from it.

“Oy, that’s mine!” She defended, grabbing it back from him.

“We made out again last night,” he stated rather suddenly. “And then Nanaba made out with you too. And then we helped you puke and got you into bed.”

Hange groaned, the memories of the last night flooding back to her. “Ah.”

“Anyways, I forgot to hold your hair, so we’re going to have to wash it,” he announced as his pants hit the floor. “And you’re going to share those nuggets with me.”

“You’re not mad at me?” She asked him as he stepped into the shower. A large bruise had formed on his collarbone. “And was that hickey me?”

“Probably,” he shrugged. “I have no right to be mad at you. We’re not dating. Just fucking, y’know?”

She frowned. “We’re just fucking, but you wash my hair for me every time this happens.”

“Sit,” he instructed, grabbing the shampoo.

She sat on the shower floor, letting the water wash over her head. Man, that felt good.

Levi scrubbed the shampoo into her hair and helped her rinse it before scrubbing some conditioner in as well. She slid herself so her head was out of the water, and he knelt down in the cramped tub, massaging her shoulders.

“Well, I’d rather you just be kissing me,” he tells her low in her ear. It sends her blood rushing.

“Bet,” is Hange’s first thought to reply. “Like, really. Just date me already.”

“Okay, bet.” Levi replies. “We’re dating now, then.”

“Cool,” Hange grins. “Can you pass me a nugget?”

#levihan #college au #levi x hange #levi x hanji #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #my writing #alcohol mention #weed mention #nanaba #im cackling it's 2am GOODNIGHT

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damn-behzinga · 4 years ago

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Best Couple On YouTube

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary - You and Ethan take part in Simon’s Best Couple On YouTube series.

warnings - mentions of sex, play fighting, swearing, the power of emon

watch the video here - masterlist and request info

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"Hello and welcome to the Best Couple On YouTube, part two." Simon smiled. "Today I am here with, Freya and Josh who are going against Ethan and Y/n."

You waved and smiled nervously.

"So, I am going to ask one of the contestants five questions about their relationship whilst the other is blindfolded and has headphones on. The other contestant will also answer the same question after and they get a point every time the answers match." Simon explained. "So up first we have Ethan and y/n."

You nodded and put the blindfold on and put the headphones on, nodding to the beat of the loud music. You were like that for a few minutes when you were tapped by Ethan. You took off the items before making your way in front of Simon.

"I asked Ethan, what is your bra size?" Simon chuckled.

"Oh it's (whatever your size is)." You answered.

"Wow, my guy!" Simon laughed and fist-bumped Ethan.

"Did you get that right?" You chuckled before high-fiving Ethan.

"Okay, what is your go-to shower song?" Simon asked.

"Oh, a classic I Will Always Love You." You giggled.

The two of you high five again as Simon laughed at you.

"What was the memorable date you've been on?" Simon asked.

"Um, this is hard." You muttered. "I think when we got drunk and danced in the rain. It's cheesy but we were just drunk as fuck but yeah." You shrugged.

Simon pretended to gag and you roll your eyes at him. "That's wrong, by the way."

"What did you say?" You turned to Ethan.

"I didn't remember that." Ethan sighed. "I said when our reservations got cancelled and we were dressed up and we ended up just going to Nandos in a fucking suit and a nice dress."

"Anyway, I asked Ethan what's your go-to McDonalds order." Simon prompted.

"Oh easy that's (your answer)." You smiled. "I use his Uber Eats account when I'm at his apartment so he gets the confirmation email," Ethan smirked and fist-bumped you again.

"Okay finally, what is the best gift Ethan has ever got you?" Simon questioned.

"This is hard." You muttered. "Um, you got me that painting of my grandparents which was beautiful."

"Ah shit." Ethan groaned. "I said the Gymshark gift bag."

You snorted. "You're a dick."

Ethan giggled before Simon said, "You got three points."

"That's decent." The two of you high-fived before sitting on the stools so Freya and Josh could take their turn.

Freya and Josh also got three and soon you and Ethan were sat on stools with a screen between the two of you so you couldn't see them.

"Okay, so there are seven questions you have to hold up the shoe of the person whom you think it corresponds to. So if it is Ethan, you hold up the trainer, if it's y/n you hold up the heel." Simon explained. "Got it?"

You nodded.

"Okay, who is the horniest?" Simon asked you and Ethan.

You snorted at the sudden question.

"Jeez, no holding back!" Freya commented.

You looked at the two shoes and tried to figure out before hesitantly raising your shoe. Simon noted it down and you giggled.

"Who is more likely to forget someone's birthday, anniversary, so on?" Simon asked. You rolled your eyes and held up your shoe again, glaring at Simon.

"Who said I love you first?" Simon asked.

You raised Ethan's shoe and smiled sheepishly.

"Who is more likely to cry at a movie?" You quickly held up Ethan's shoe when a few seconds later you heard him mumble,

"This is a hard one." Causing you to snort with laughter and Freya and Josh quickly joining in.

"Who is more romantic?" Simon asked. You held up your shoe and grinned proudly.

"These are good questions, you know," Josh said.

"Who will apologise first?" Simon asked. You held up Ethan's shoe and raised an eyebrow.

"Who is more likely to order a kids meal?" You held up Ethan's shoe once again.

"Okay, now it's Freya and Josh's turn." Simon smiled. You and Ethan swapped seats with Josh and Freya.

Once Josh and Freya were finished Ethan had to be blindfolded as you got asked the questions. You watched as Ethan nodded to the music and laughed before turning to Simon.

"In what order would Ethan rate your body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs." Simon asked.

"Um." You paused trying to go through your thoughts. "I think he'll be torn between thighs and eyes, to be honest. But I'll say eyes, thighs, then lips."

"All right, what line is the best representation of your sex life?" Simon asked and you let out a groan. "'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop’?"

"Oh my God." You let out a laugh and tried to stop the reddening of your cheeks. "It's between two. Either the neighbours know my name or cuddles. I'm going to say the neighbours know my name." You quickly hid your face in your hands whilst Freya and Josh cheered.

"Calm down kids." Simon chuckled. "Now, where's the weirdest place you and Ethan have- you know - done the deed?"

"What are these questions?" You exclaimed.

"I know this." Freya smiled proudly causing everyone to send a baffled look her way.

"What the fuck is going on?" Simon laughed. "I am curious as to why the fuck Freya knows."

"Talia and Gee know as well." You explained.

"That doesn't make it better!" Josh let out a loud laugh.

"Anyway, what is the weirdest place you've had sex?" Simon asked.

"On the balcony of my old apartment." You bit your lip and tried to suppress the heat growing on your cheek. Simon gave you a look of confusion before you rushed out, "There were a few blankets!"

"I don't want to know," Simon exclaimed.

"Just move on!" You exclaimed.

"Out of these options, which would Ethan prefer? Running your fingers through his hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?" Simon questioned.

"Oh running my fingers through his hair!" You answered quickly.

"Awe is Ethan a softie?" Simon teased as you giggled. "Okay, if Ethan was to describe you in one word, what would it be?"

"Fit as fuck." Freya commented, a smirk on her face.

"Hey!" Josh exclaimed as you winked at her.

"Um, I'm thinking-" You paused. "He'll either say amazing or loser." Simon barked out a laugh. "I'm going with 'loser'."

"So you think Ethan would describe you as a loser?" Simon asked and you nodded, laughing slightly. "Okay, do you want to go get Ethan and see how many you get right?"

You made your over to Ethan and tapped him before he pulled off his headphones and blindfold.

"Fucking Hell. Those lights are bright!" Ethan laughed.

"Welcome back Ethan." Simon smiled. "In what order would you rate y/n's body parts? Eyes, lips, thighs."

"Okay, for the record, I love everyone one of those!" Ethan quickly said. "I'm going to go with your eyes, then your thighs, and then lips."

"Yes!" You cheered before fist-bumping Ethan.

"Okay, which of these lines represent your sex life? 'Cuddles'? 'The neighbours know my name'? 'My parents get more action'? Or 'I’m either fucking or working so the grind don’t stop'?" Simon asked, a grin on his face as Ethan started blushing.

"Oh fuck." Ethan let out a chuckle. "I'll say, 'The neighbours know my name'."

"Oh thank God." You laughed.

"Where's the weirdest place you've had sex or close to it?" Simon asked Ethan who let out a loud laugh.

"Um, we did something in someone's car..." Ethan's voice trailed off as you gasped, covering your mouth.

"Simon if you keep that in, I will kill you." You said.

"Did you not say that?" Ethan went red.

"No. I said the balcony!" You exclaimed, covering your face.

"I was not expecting that." Simon widened his eyes looking down at his phone. "Um, moving on." He laughed.

"Bro, what are these question?" Ethan exclaimed. "Them two got 'Where did you go on your first date?' Bro, holy shit!" You were all crying with laughter as Ethan went on his rant.

"Anyway!" Simon interrupted, still chuckling slightly. "I asked y/n, out of these options, which would you prefer? Running her fingers through your hair? Being the little spoon? Or getting flowers?"

"Oh running her fingers through my hair," Ethan answered quickly.

Simon awed before reading out, "What word you use to describe y/n?"

"Amazing." Ethan smiled causing you to awe and wrap your arms around him.

Simon pretended to gag before laughing. "She said loser!"

You and Ethan laughed.

"You are a bit of a loser sometimes." Ethan nodded. You gasped and slapped his shoulder lightly. Freya and Josh then took their turn as you and Ethan commented throughout their round.

Once their round was over, you and Ethan were stood beside Simon whilst Freya and Josh were stood on the opposite side.

"I forgot to ask for your team names," Simon said.

"Our team name is Fuck Ethan And Y/n!" Josh exclaimed.

"Well, our team name is If This Ends Badly I'm Running Away With Freya!" You smiled teasingly.

"I thought we were doing that anyway." Freya scrunched up her eyebrows.

"What?" Josh asked.

"What?" Freya replied before you winked at her.

"This was a close call but the winners are Freya and Josh!" Simon cheered.

Josh and Freya started cheering.

"I'm proud that you didn't lose because you have been together so much longer than us." You commented.

"Fuck! It's because of the balcony!" Ethan exclaimed.

"The fucking balcony!" Simon laughed.

"Did we get all seven right?" You asked.

"Yeah. Did we?" Freya asked and you nodded. "So it was where you had sex in the weirdest place?"

"Ethan I can't believe you exposed me like that." You facepalmed.

You shoved him playfully but he quickly retaliated by wrapping his arm around your neck and started to rub your head with his knuckles, giving you a noogie. You pulled at his arm but you didn't do too much damage because you were laughing too hard. Simon just threw his hands in the air and shrugged at the camera. Freya and Josh just laughed as they watched the two of you play fight.

Simon just yelled, "Thank you all for watching, we've all lost the plot! Leave a like and subscribe, everyone's links will be in the description. Peace!"

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eratobard · 4 years ago

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Saved by the Bell: Chapter 7

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geraskier, Geralt x Jaskier

Rating: G

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They headed back to Jaskier’s room while his parents prepared dinner. Geralt frowned as he held his stomach. It was still hurting. He laid on the bed next to Jaskier. He tried to muffle a whine as he rolled onto his back.

Jaskier looked up from his homework, “Geralt? Are you okay?”

Geralt exhaled slowly and shook his head, “I’m fine.”

Jaskier scooted closer, and hovered above him. Geralt’s heart beat rapidly. Jaskier’s bangs dangled away from his face as he leaned over Geralt. His blue eyes examined Geralt’s face closely, a mere inches away, “You look… like you are in pain. Do you need medicine?”

Geralt averted his gaze, “I… my stomach hurts a bit. It sometimes does when I am in an unfamiliar place or situation…”

Jaskier tilted his head, his lower lip pouted in concern. He placed his hand on Geralt’s stomach, “Is there something I can do?”

Geralt shrugged his shoulders, “It um... usually gets better when I’m at home… where I can relax.”

Jaskier hummed and traced his fingers over Geralt’s arm, “I think I can help with that.”

Geralt’s face grew warm, “What do you mean--” He was cut off by Jaskier wrapping a blanket around him, and putting a pillow under his head.

Jaskier grinned as he bounced off the bed and skipped over to his instruments in the corner of the room. He grabbed what looked like a small guitar and plopped onto the bed next to Geralt. “I’ll sing your anxiety away.”

Geralt chuckled, “And how do you propose you will do that?”

Jaskier whispered conspiratorially, “By singing, ‘Old McDoodle’.”

Geralt quirked an eyebrow, “Old McDonald?”

“No, no,” Jaskier shook his head, “‘Old McDoodle’.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s Old McDonald,” Geralt smirked.

Jaskier waved him off, “I would know Geralt. I wrote the song.”

Geralt scoffed, “You wrote Old McDonald?”

Jaskier sighed and shook his head, “No. I wrote ‘Old McDoodle’. Now please Geralt. Don’t interrupt.” He stared at him pointedly, his face serious, but he couldn’t stay serious for long and eventually broke out into a smile as he strummed the first chord.

“Old McDoodle had a farm. Eyo Eyo Why?”

Jaskier looked up from strumming, “I don’t know Geralt. Why does anyone have a farm? That’s not the point.” He continued singing.

“And on that farm he had a…?”

He looked up expectantly, waiting for Geralt to answer.

Geralt shrugged his shoulders, “Um… Cow?”

Jaskier sighed and rolled his eyes, “I said don’t interrupt. Yes. He had a cow. Eyo eyo, why?” He winked and Geralt couldn’t help but giggle. Geralt watched Jaskier’s hands as his fingers expertly plucked at the strings.

“With a--” Jaskier placed his palm against his lips and produced a loud fart noise. Geralt’s eyes widened in surprise as Jaskier continued to sing the verse. Inserting fart noises where Geralt would have expected a ‘moo’.

“Here a- fart noise- there a -fart noise-. Every where a -fart noise-. Having farms is a stinky affair,” Jaskier sighed, shaking his head sadly. “Old McDoodle had a farm, and who the hell knows why!”

Jaskier smiled setting aside his ukulele, “And that’s the song.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, “He only had the one farm animal then?”

Jaskier nodded, “Ol Jacqueline. Named after his one true love. Lost her in a dairy fire. So he bought a cow and named it after her.” He looked down solemnly.

Geralt snorted, “So, you know why he has a farm.”

Jaskier stared at him incredulously, “Of course Geralt. I wrote the song.”

Geralt chuckled, “Ah, of course.”

Jaskier rested his hand under his chin and stared at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt blushed, “...what is it?”

Jaskier huffed, “Aren’t you going to ask what a dairy fire is?”

“Right,” Geralt smirked, “I was wondering.”

Jaskier continued to stare at him expectantly.

“...what’s a dairy fire?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier beamed, “I’m glad you asked. She ate too much dairy and farted herself to death. Thus why Ol Jacqueline is perfect.”

Geralt laughed at the ridiculousness of the story. He wouldn’t have thought a story like that would have made him laugh so hard. Maybe it was because it was Jaskier telling it. His stomach did feel better. He definitely felt more relaxed.

A loud fart ripped near the two of them. Geralt blushed as his eyes widened in embarrassment. He had felt a little too relaxed.

Jaskier smirked and patted his arm, “Better out than in. I bet your stomach feels a lot better now.”

Geralt covered his face in embarrassment, “Yeah… but… I farted in your bed.”

Jaskier laughed and laid across Geralt’s stomach, “I fart in my bed all the time. I don’t mind if you do.”

Geralt peaked out from under his hands, “That’s different. No one wants to smell someone else’s farts.”

Jaskier arched an eyebrow, “Wanna bet?” He lifted up the blanket he had laid over Geralt and covered his head as he trapped himself under the blanket with the fart.

Geralt shrieked in horror as he tried to pull the blanket off him, “Jaskier! Don’t! It probably smells really bad!”

Jaskier sniffed loudly, “Smells great!” Geralt continued to try and wrestle Jaskier out from under the blanket when Mr. Pankratz knocked on the door frame.

Geralt froze, his heart stopping in his chest, “Mr. Pankratz…”

Jaskier stilled then quickly pulled the blanket off his head, “Dad! It’s not what it looks like.”

Mr. Pankratz’s face was mostly serious, but a small smirk formed at the corner of his lips, “Dinner’s ready. Be sure to wash up.”

Jaskier huffed a sigh as his father left. He grumbled, “I wish he didn’t trust me so much.”

Geralt stared at Jaskier in shock, “Why?”

Jaskier shrugged, “I don’t know. More entertaining?”

“Well… he does make you leave the bedroom door open,” Geralt offered.

“That’s true, but…” He leaned in closer, a smirk on his lips, “we could also give him something to worry about.”

Geralt blushed, swallowing the lump in his throat, “...like… what?”

Jaskier opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“I don’t hear you washing your hands,” Mr. Pankratz shouted from the other room.

“Let them alone dear, it’s not like one of them will get pregnant,” Mrs. Pankratz cooed.

There was a grunt and some muffled arguing between the two as Jaskier hopped off the bed. Jaskier smirked and motioned for Geralt to follow, “Come on, let’s go eat.”

Geralt wondered how red his face was as he followed Jaskier out of the room.

~~~

They all sat at the dining room table. Geralt didn’t realize how hungry he was until the delicious scent of the meal wafted in front of his nose.

Jaskier grinned as he leaned over and whispered to him, “Smells good. Not as good as your farts though.” He winked.

Geralt groaned at Jaskier’s terrible joke and shook his head, “You need to get your olfactory system checked.”

Jaskier raised his eyebrows, “My what system?”

“Your nose,” Geralt chuckled.

Jaskier hummed and piled mashed potatoes on his and Geralt’s respective plates. “Maybe you could check it for me later. We could play doctor. It starts in the mouth, right?”

Geralt’s face must have been beet red, because his dad decided to intervene on his behalf.

“Jaskier, it’s rude to whisper at the dinner table. Why don’t you tell your mother how school was today.”

Jaskier frowned as he grabbed another dish and loaded their plates with it. “It was fine. Nothing to write home about.”

“In a way, that’s what I’m asking you to do anyway. I heard from Principal De Vries that you were disrespectful to the secretary?” Mr. Pankratz raised an eyebrow.

“She was disrespectful first! She was completely rude to Geralt, treating him like some kind of criminal.”

Geralt moved his mashed potatoes around his plate nervously. He wondered if this would be the last straw and they would pull him out of school. He should say something to defend him. “It’s- it’s not his fault sir,” Geralt tried to look at Jaskier’s father, but couldn’t manage it. He continued anyway, “I um, am not very good with words… and… well… Jaskier was only sticking up for me… please don’t take him out of school.”

Mrs. Pankratz frowned as she gently smacked her husband on the arm, “Look what you did. You scared the poor boy with your grumbly glare. He thinks you're mad at Julian.”

Mr. Pankratz frowned, “I’m not--.” He sighed and softened his features as he turned to Geralt. “I’m not going to take him out of school. Where did you get that idea?”

After a moment the three of them all turned toward Jaskier. Jaskier’s gaze shifted away as he grabbed the mashed potatoes again, “Um… more potatoes Geralt?”

Geralt didn’t protest as more was stacked on top of the already high mound on his plate.

Mr. Pankratz sighed, “Jaskier, we talked about over embellishing your stories.”

Jaskier pouted, “I know… I’m sorry.” He turned to Geralt and grabbed his hand, holding it between his, “I didn’t realize you would take my over exaggeration seriously. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Geralt blushed and nodded his head. Gazing into those perfect blue eyes, he wasn’t sure how he couldn’t.

Jaskier beamed, “Wonderful! Problem solved.”

“Not exactly.”

Jaskier grimaced. He was hoping they had forgotten.

“It seems like you know how to apologize. So first thing tomorrow morning you can apologize to the school secretary.”

Jaskier groaned and laid his head dramatically on Geralt’s shoulder, “But dad… she was so mean to Geralt.”

“Someone else’s rude behavior does not constitute rude behaviour back. I’m not her parent, but I am yours. So I expect you to do the right thing.”

Mrs. Pankratz smiled reassuringly, “I know it’s hard honey, but it’s our duty as your parents to instill in you good values. When you’re an adult you can choose to leave them at the door and be as rude to as many assholes as you like.”

Mr. Pankratz growled, “Lilia…”

She smiled and booped him on the nose, “Yes Alfred dear?”

He sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind… let’s eat.”

Geralt tried to hide his smirk as he watched the dynamic of Jaskier’s family. It seemed Mr. Pankratz had his hands full, but luckily he didn’t seem to mind.

~~~

After dinner, Jaskier and Geralt helped clean off the table. His father informed them he would be driving Geralt home.

Mrs. Pankratz pouted, “I was going to take our guest home. I wanted to know all about him and Julian.”

“Which is why I’m doing it. To spare our guest your numerous questions,” Mr. Pankratz grinned and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She gasped in protest, “Traitor! You should want to know! For our son’s well-being! He could die single and alone!”

“Nothing wrong with being single, but I don’t think we have to worry about him dying alone.” He turned to Geralt and Jaskier, “Thank you boys for your help. Go pack up your things so we can head on out. Don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

Jaskier nodded and pulled Geralt along back to his bedroom. He bounced onto his bed as he watched Geralt pack up his school supplies. “Your mom always work this late?”

Geralt nodded, zipping up his backpack, “Usually. She works the night shift.”

Jaskier rolled onto his stomach and kicked his legs back and forth, “Maybe we could have a sleep over sometime? Watch movies, and stay up late.”

Geralt smiled, “...that would be fun.”

“Great!” Jaskier jumped up, “I’ll tell my dad to ask your mom and they can set up a time.” He grabbed Geralt’s hand and dragged him back out to the living room.

“Got everything?” Jaskier’s dad asked.

Jaskier nodded, interlacing his fingers with Geralt’s, “Yup!”

Geralt stared at his feet, his cheeks feeling warm. He gently squeezed Jaskier’s hand back.

Mrs. Pankratz was sitting on the couch brooding, “Have a safe trip…”

Mr. Pankratz kissed her on the head as he walked by, “See you when we get back.”

She glared at him, “Not if I see you first!” He arched an eyebrow at her.

Jaskier rolled his eyes, “Bye mom, see you in a bit.”

They piled into the car. Jaskier let go of Geralt’s hand as they crawled in, but immediately grabbed it again when they had buckled up and settled.

“Hey dad, Geralt had the great idea that we should have a sleep over the next time his mom works late,” Jaskier beamed.

“Did he now?” Mr. Pankratz glanced back at them using the rear view mirror. “I’ll talk to his mother and see what she says.”

Geralt fidgeted nervously under his gaze. He wondered if he should come clean and say it was Jaskier’s idea, but considering their dynamic his father probably already knew.

Jaskier gazed at their entwined fingers, caressing Geralt’s finger tips with his free hand, “Your finger nails are so beautiful.”

“They’re just finger nails…” Geralt mumbled.

Jaskier shook his head adamantly, his brunette locks swaying with the force, “Not just any. They’re yours, and everything about you is gorgeous.” He smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.

Geralt’s heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t know what to say, how to react. Jaskier didn’t seem to mind, so he sat quietly until they reached his house.

Geralt’s mom waved at them as they pulled up. She smiled at Geralt as he walked up and hugged her.

“Have a good time?”

He nodded as she smoothed down his long white hair.

“I’m glad.”

Jaskier leaned out the window as he waved goodbye, “See you tomorrow at school!”

Geralt waved back as they pulled out of the driveway. He couldn’t wait.

~~~

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Unexpected - Jamie Oleksiak

Word Count: 3613

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, language, cooking (is that a warning hahaha)

Notes: You all better thank the anons that sent me love tonight, especially the one that called me a queen. Girl we are all Queens! But I love you so much you get this Jamie O story early!!! Happy Reading and thank you guys for hitting 500! Peace, Love and Hugs all!

When you met Jamie at a mutual friend’s house, it wasn’t surprising that he caught your eye. At six foot seven, the man literally drew attention just by walking through the door. Though his frame made him quite intimidating; it wasn’t until later in the evening that you learned how much of a gentle giant the man truly was. His eyes were kind and his smile sweet, a combination that set your heart racing. There was really only one answer to give him when he asked you out to dinner, and that was yes.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers; talking and texting over the next few days until both of your schedules finally coincided. As soon as you got home, you plugged in your curling wand to touch up a few curls and set to fixing your makeup. Making sure to put waterproof mascara on, as it had been raining all day long. The lights flickered but you paid it no mind as you continued getting ready for your date. You weren’t sure if the restaurant you were going to would be fancy or casual, so you kept your outfit simple. Wearing skin-tight black pants and pairing it with a burgundy long sleeve low cut peplum top. It showed just the right amount of cleavage. Satisfied with your look, you headed out to grab a pair of strappy black heels to top the outfit off.

That’s when you noticed the lightning flash through the windows. It was really coming down now. Wind pounding against the siding of your house. Thunder rumbled as the doorbell sounded, and you found yourself jumping in surprise. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to find Jamie, half soaked from his short walk from his car. You ushered him in without even saying hello, and promptly closed the door behind him.

“Hi there,” you finally managed to squeak out. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“Yeah, about that.” He ran his hands through his wet locks, his head bent low as he said. “I’m really sorry but our dinner reservations just got canceled. Apparently, a tree fell on the building or something.”

“Oh…no big deal, we can go anywhere.”

“It’s kind of a mess out there, maybe we should just reschedule.” You couldn’t mask the disappointment on your face. It wasn’t that you wanted to go out to some fancy restaurant, heck you would’ve been happy with McDonald’s. Spending time with Jamie is what you really wanted.

“I mean sure, we can do that if you want; or we could just make something here.”

The shy smile that played across his lips grew into an all-out grin. “I’d like that.”

“Ok then, dinner here it is. Here, let me take your coat.” Taking the wet garment you hung it up, then headed to the kitchen; Jamie following behind. “Umm…let me see. I’ve got some chicken here.” You dug deeper into the refrigerator searching for other ingredients to go with it. “Oh, do you like chicken alfredo?”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Great! I make a killer alfredo sauce.” Grabbing the remaining ingredients you set them on the counter, then went back to the fridge. Glancing in the crisper, you took out stuff for a salad to go along with your meal. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink. I’m a horrible host.”

Jamie chuckled, a sound you felt deep within you. “I’d say you’re doing a great job, considering this is the spur of the moment.” When you turned to look at him, you saw his eye taking in your appearance. “I haven’t been a very good date either since I forgot to mention how beautiful you look.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment, and you bit the corner of your bottom lip, a bad nervous habit you had. “Thank you.” You countered. “Aside from the wet head, you look pretty good yourself.” You set the vegetables aside, then turned back to Jamie. “So, about that drink? I’m thinking wine. I mean we are going Italian here.”

“Sounds perfect, what can I do to help?” Opening the cupboard you grabbed two glasses and a bottle of your favorite Cabernet, then handed the bottle off to him.

“For starters, you can open this, then I’ll get you started on making the salad.” While Jamie worked on uncorking the wine, you got out the pots and pans you needed to make the chicken alfredo. By the time you had chicken in the pan and went over to wash your hands, Jamie had the wine poured and handed you a glass.

“Here’s to the unexpected and everything that comes along with it.” It was an interesting toast, and you were hoping that only good things would come for the rest of the evening. You clinked your glass with his, both of you taking a generous sip; then you set the glass aside.

“Now let’s get cooking.” You went to hand him the container of greens when a loud crack of thunder scared you half to death and you dropped the container back on the counter as you practically jumped closer to Jamie. His hands came instinctively around you, and it took you a minute to regain your senses as you breathed in his clean manly scent. You felt his large hands rub soothing circles against your back. All you wanted to do was lean closer into him, but instead, you found yourself looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that thunder.”

“I’m not complaining.” He smiled down at you, and you felt your lips slide up in return. Slowly he leaned into you, as your heart started to beat a bit faster. That’s when you heard a pop in the pan.

“Shit!” You shifted out of his arms, to run over and flip the chicken. “I totally forgot about this.” He just laughed softly, some things had lousy timing. After the chicken interruption, the two of you continued making dinner. Jamie cutting up the salad, while you worked on the sauce. There was a stream of endless chatter as the two of you got to know each other better. He’d gently poke fun at something you would say, while you chirped him back about fighting on the ice all the time.

The water was boiling for the pasta when he came up behind you. “Dinner smells delicious.” He was so close, leaning over your shoulder, as you stirred the alfredo sauce. He bent down, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Would you like a taste?” Oh god, your cheeks flushed at the wording you’d just used, for you definitely weren’t thinking of the sauce at the moment.

“Sure.” You held the spoon up but gently blew on it before bringing it up to his lips. His hands slid around your waist as he drew himself closer for a taste, a movement that sent heat straight to your core. “Mmmm tastes even better than it smells.” Setting the spoon back down, you looked over your shoulder at him and noticed a small amount of sauce on his upper lip.

“You have some right…” You motioned to the spot but then decided to be bold. Moving your thumb up you brushed away the excess food, but when you went to move back, Jamie caught your wrist and drew your thumb into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it. Your knees went weak and your panties grew wet. The man hadn’t even kissed you yet, though if it was anything close to what he was doing now; you’d probably dissolve into a puddle. When he finally released the digit, his hand moved to cup your cheek, as his lips drew near. Eyes fluttering shut, you gave yourself over to Jamie. His lips were soft and gentle, just slowly caressing yours. He didn’t demand anything from you, just a melding of two people. He pulled back before deepening the kiss. You felt lightheaded, and just a bit dizzy, but all in the best way. He kept his hands around your waist, keeping you steady as you looked up into his smiling face. “That was nice.” You finally breathed out.

“Yeah, it was.” The grin that broke out on your face was infectious, as you could see the exact same one on Jamie.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of his embrace to finish up dinner. “Can you grab a couple of plates from that cupboard right there?” Taking the tongs, you picked out a piece of angel hair out of the boiling water to test it and see if it was done. It was perfect, so you tossed it into the colander and drained it. Jamie handed over the dishes and you artfully arranged the chicken alfredo and salad on it. Grabbing the wine, you and Jamie headed over to the table to finally start your first dinner date. “Bon appetit.” You said, raising your glass to Jamie’s.

He dug into the meal wholeheartedly. “Wow, this is amazing. You’re a really good cook.”

“Thanks.” You answered in between bites.

“This is so much better than when they make this for us before games.” He took another forkful.

“They cook for you all you guys before every game?”

“Yeah, both home and away, before or after practice as well; but nothing this good.” You weren’t a hundred percent sure he was telling the truth, yet it was still nice to hear. “So do you cook like this every night for yourself?”

“Well, not every night, but most. I actually like to bake more than cook.”

“Really? So, what are the chances I can get you to bake for me?” His cute little smirk came back out then and you felt yourself melt just a bit more.

“I’m sure it can be arranged.” The conversation went back and forth like that all through dinner. It was so easy to talk to Jamie, and while he initially came off as shy; once he seemed comfortable the conversation came easy. The storm continued on outside, and you suspected with the amount of rain coming down there would definitely be areas of flooding. The lights flickered a few times, before suddenly going out when a particularly loud bang of thunder and lightning hit. “Crap looks like we should’ve lit these candles.” You could barely make out the outline of Jamie’s tall frame, but then the lightning would strike again and it would illuminate his face. “Hold on and I’ll grab some more.” Carefully you made your way over to your purse and took out your phone, turning on the flashlight, so that you could get the matches from the kitchen. The soft candlelight gave the room an intimate glow, and so you lit some of the others you had strewn around the house. “There much better.” Since you’d both finished your meal and had just been sitting there chatting, you suggested the two of you move to the living room.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both of your glasses before sitting down on the sofa. Instead of taking the seat on the opposite end of the couch away from Jamie, you decided to sit next to him, both of your knees tucked up underneath you. His arm rested across the back of the sofa and you felt him take one of your loose curls and twist it in his fingers, before saying. “You know, I think this has been a better first date, then what I originally planned.”

You smiled. “I think you’re right.” His hand moved to softly knead your neck, the touch gently coaxing you closer to his body. His free hand grabbed your wine glass and moved it to the end table, then reached over and cupped your cheek. You felt yourself lean into him, in anticipation of the kiss to come.

He was so close, as his eyes moved from your gaze to your mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He softly whispered, before his lips gently caressed yours. His hand at the back of your neck pressed you slightly forward and your hands moved to his chest, as you opened for him. His tongue swept in, stroking against yours, eliciting a moan from you. Each of you learning what the other liked as the kiss continued. Desire pool within you, and you found yourself wanting more. He slowly pulled away, and you whimpered from the loss of contact. His breathing was harsh, as he pushed your hair to the side to rain soft little kisses to your now exposed neck. “So sweet.” He murmured.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your lips when he hit a particular spot on you. Your hands threaded through his hair and he gently nipped at your skin, before returning to explore your mouth again. A low growl escaped him when you deepened the kiss. The kiss was needy, tongues swirling and seeking more from each other. His large hands roamed up and down your back, until they lightly caressed your sides, just barely touching the outside of your breasts. You moaned into his mouth, the sound primal and wanting. Finally, he cupped your breast through your shirt, running his thumb back and forth over your nipple. The action causing the dampness in your panties to become wetter.

You pulled back from the kiss, in order to catch your breath, though Jamie continued his assault on your nipples. Tossing your head back you moaned again in pleasure. His hands left you then, moving to the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

You hummed your agreement and raised your hands to assist him. His gaze took you in, and you could see the lust in his eyes. It spurred you on, and you moved to straddle him. Jamie placed his hands on your hips to help lift you onto him. You could feel his hard length through his pants and you were half embarrassed that he would feel how wet you truly were. All thoughts left your brain though when his mouth latched on to your nipple through the lace of your bra. Your hips rocked forward, feeling him hot and hard beneath you. Jamie growled, deep and low from his chest, as you tested the waters again by rocking gently into him. He slid your bra strap halfway down your arm, before taking your breast out and suckling on the nipple. Your hips start to move of their own accord, and vaguely you realize dry humping him before he stilled you with a hand on your hip. “Easy babe.” He tenderly breathed out.

He went back to kissing your mouth, this time at a slower pace. His tongue taking its time, just languidly swirling with yours, as he pressed your chest closer to his. His long fingers, traced down your spine, leaving your body covered in goosebumps, as he removed your lace bra. He was stoking a fire in your body and you wanted more. You unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his warm flesh. His muscles were hard, beneath your fingertips; and when he deepened the kiss, your nails dug into his skin.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that. His mouth molded to yours, unhurriedly kissing you in the soft candlelight. After an endless assault on your lips, his hands finally trailed down to your hips, where he slowly rocked them into his. You weren’t sure who moaned first, you or Jamie. Pulling back from his lips, you rained kisses all over his neck and chest, and he picked up speed. Moans filled the air, and before you knew what was happening, he lifted you off him and laid you back against the sofa. His large body loomed over you, and you licked your lips in anticipation. “Damn (Y/N), when you do that…” He blew out a breath. Your fingers hooked around the loop of his pants and you pulled him closer to you, that smirk that did unholy things to you returned to his face. There was nothing else you could do but kiss him.

His hands trailed over your body, as his large palm cupping your sex. A blush stained your cheeks, as you knew he could feel your wetness through the fabric of both your pants and panties. The heel of his hand, pressed down on your mound, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. “Mmm…Jamie.” Reaching up, you pushed his shirt off to caress his body; nails raking down his chest as he continued to rub your pussy.

He lifted his palm off you, only to move his hand to your waistband. His eyes looked at you questioningly before proceeding any further. You nodded your head for him to continue, and he wasted no time undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips for him to shimmy your pants down. His heated gaze trailed down your body to your black lace thong. “Mmmm pretty. Did you wear this for me?” His fingers traced the outline of the lace, making you squirm underneath him.

On a breathy sigh, you tried to play coy by answering, “Maybe.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Only a maybe?” He trailed one finger over your clit down your slit, and when he heard your sharp intake of breath, he said. “If it’s only a maybe, then maybe we should stop.”

He let his finger circle your clit a couple times, then took his hand away. “Don’t stop Jamie. Please.”

“Please what (Y/N)? I need to know what you want.”

“I want you to touch me, Jamie, please.” There was neediness to your voice and you didn’t care.

“So, did you wear this for me? Were you hoping I’d see them and want to rip them off you?” Your hips bucked up and you moaned out a breathy yes. “Because I do (Y/N), I just want to tear them off and put my mouth on your sweet little pussy.” He hooked a finger, under the waistband and dipped it between your folds. “So wet.” You arched your back into the touch, as he took his now soaked finger and circled your clit. You were panting now, aching for more. “Lift up babe.” You did as commanded and were rewarded as he slid your panties off of you.

Trailing his hands, along the inside of your thighs, Jamie worked his way up to your core. He blew a breath on you, and your hips bucked. His strong arm came to rest across your midsection to hold you still, as his tongue flicked your clit. “Oh god, yes” you moaned out. It felt like you were on fire and his tongue had only touched you once. He licked again, the act making your body tingle all over. When his mouth latched on to your clit and he began to suck, you felt your orgasm start to build. Never in your life had you been this close to the edge this soon and if he hadn’t been holding you down, you were pretty sure you would’ve fallen off the cliff already. He continued to lap at your clit when you felt his finger slip between your folds and enter you. You gasped, inhaling sharply as pleasure course through you. “Oooohhh”

He started to pump his finger in and out of you. Your hips rising as much as they could with his arm stretched across you. “That’s it (Y/N)…” He breathed out. “Cum for me baby.” When his finger made a come here motion, that was all you needed. Sensations of pure bliss took hold of your body and your pussy spasmed all around his finger. You didn’t recognize the noises that came out of your mouth as you screamed out your pleasure. Jamie slow licks continued through your orgasm until you finally collapsed back on the couch; then he slowly climbed up your body. Bringing his face to yours, you kissed him, tasting your essence on his lips.

You skated your hands down his body, to his fly and undid the button there. Reaching down you felt his cock harden at your touch, and Jamie sucked in a breath through his teeth. As you stroked him you realized that he was a large man in every sense of the word. For a minute, you were nervous about his size; but then he kissed you again and all the nerves left. You pushed his pants and boxers off him and his cock sprang free. It felt hot and heavy in your hand as you stroked it a few times until his hand grabbed your wrist to stop you. “I don’t know if we…” His voice trailed off.

The electric came back on then, lighting up the room with a million watts of power. The two of you both squinted from all the light. You took the moment to resume stroking Jamie. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His tone serious and respectful, and you knew if you told him to stop he would.

“Jamie, I want this…I want you.”

“Then maybe we should move this into the bedroom.” It was the perfect suggestion and you nodded your agreement. He lifted off your body, extending his hand to help you up.

You quickly blew out the candles, before grabbing his hand and leading him back the hallway. “You know, this has been the best first date I’ve ever had.”

He kissed you hard as you crossed over the threshold of your bedroom. “It’s not over yet babe.”

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