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sourpatchys · 1 year ago

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My personal Headcannons for Daryl Dixon that I will defend with my life

Just a warning! there is some nsfw❤️‍🔥 content in this list (not a ton)

This is a list full of random Headcannons I have, some are xreader related, some are just fun little things I’d like to believe because they’re fun

He l o v e s head scratches and chin scratches, just like a dog, his mom used to do it to him as a kid, it’s just really comforting to him

He is 100% dyslexic, he’s super insecure about it, which is why he leaves reading and writing up to anyone else who’s willing to do it.

This dude is secretly a math wiz. It came super easy to him, but he does tend to keep it on the down low because it was never something he was allowed to be proud of as a child, and it’s not really a needed skill anymore

I personally do not believe Daryl did anything hard while running around with Merle, Shrooms and weed were his limit 99.99% of the time, unless he felt pressured, but even then it would take a lot of convincing

He’s very self conscious about how thick his accent can get, he grew up in a much more rural area than the rest of Rick and Co. (apart from Maggie of course) and he feels out of place with his speech patterns at times.

Daryl was definitely a highschool drop out, assuming his birthday is January 6th, he left as soon as he was old enough to do it without a parent’s consent (18)

I just know this man never got his license. Can you imagine him paying his way through classes and taking a drivers test? I can’t. He probably just got a state ID for booze and just drove around illegally (if he got an ID at all, I’m sure he knew quite a few places that didn’t card)

He runs hot, the cold is a lot easier for him to handle than the heat, which is why he tended to wear sleeveless shirts or half sleeves

He has never had a “crush” in his life. He’s thought people were hot before, of course he has, but romance was never really on his mind

He’s not a total virgin, but he’s not exactly skilled either. His body count is probably 3, and I guarantee you he was not sober before, during, or after.

He’s a thigh and breast man. Hands down.

I know deep in my soul that this man enjoys some face sitting.

He’s not an overly sexual guy, if you were asexual he’d be okay with never doing anything, so long as you were happy

If you’re nonbinary, he was definitely mean to you at the start, with the way he was raised it simply didn’t make any since to him, BUT once you get closer and he starts to trust you, he might (he will) start asking some questions to understand you better

He isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’s completely on board with calling you sunshine or princess, but anything past that just isn’t for him, and he really isn’t a fan of you giving him one either, unless it’s just a joking matter like how Carol calls him “pookie” from time to time

He’s a morning person and he hates it. He always wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, and every time he wishes he hadn’t.

He is definitely an insomniac, likely derived from having night terrors as a kid

He’s definitely self conscious about his scars, but not enough to cause issues if anyone happened to see them, he isn’t ashamed of them, but he doesn’t want to explain where their from, and he genuinely hasn’t thought of a good enough lie to tell instead.

When rick saw them for the first time Daryl had him fully convinced he was in a fight with a bear for about a week (rick never asked for the real reason)

He has a heavy sweet tooth, and likes to keep hard candy with him at all times (if possible) and he has never, and will never, pass up chocolate in any form.

He genuinely has chicken scratch for handwriting, he does not plan on ever attempting to make it easier to read, he enjoys the struggle people face when he’s put in a position where he has to write anything down. (Plus it helps conceal his errors if they do figure it out)

He does genuinely want kids in his life. Even if they can’t be his biologically. Being “uncle Daryl” is the best feeling he’s ever experienced, and he really wants to experience that with you if you’d allow it/want it (he would never pressure you to have kids)

Headaches and migraines plague his existence and they always have

He had super long hair as a kid and one of his punishments was his dad shaving it all off, which is why he kept it short until after the outbreak.

He would let you paint his toenails, or match his middle finger with whatever polish you decided to wear

This dude HATES clowns. Seeing a walker in a clown get up would absolutely kill him on the inside

You got sick? Don’t worry about it, he will absolutely attempt to make you soup from scratch using bone marrow and whatever else he can find

Fishing is not his thing. He knows how to, but he much prefers just catching them by hand or with a spear.

The closer you two get, the more likely he is to try and convince you that Bigfoot is real

Daryl is a secret star wars fan

He does NOT like country music, Led Zeppelin, Rob zombie, Ozzy osbourne and Lamb of god are much more his thing

He wasn’t a technology kind of guy, so if you tried to explain any aspect of social media to him he’d be completely lost (he didn’t even have a cellphone)

He has a super dry sense of humor

If he had to choose between starving to death or eating plain Cheerios, he would choose death.

One of the reasons he isn’t big on showering is because he doesn’t have a strong immune system from his childhood neglect, and he doesn’t want to shock his body and get sick

He also just hates the way soap feels on his skin. It’s way too sticky

During sex, he’s not strictly dominant or submissive, he’s ready to adapt to whatever you want, even if that means being strictly vanilla

He’s afraid of Santa Clause

And the Easter bunny

He’s willing to try anything once, even if he doesn’t think he’ll like it

He knows a lot of information on plants and herbs, so depending on your mood, he’ll try to find a flower to brighten your day with a little scribbled note explaining its meaning (because you can actually read his atrocious writing)

He’s never once told you he loves you, and your relationship wasn’t a spoken fact. His actions tend to speak louder than words, and if you say you love him, he will occasionally reply with a “back at ya.” Or “me too”

He always has weird shit in his pockets, like cool rocks he found, dead flowers, and fallen leaves.

He genuinely does not understand a single thing that Eugene says, and he never has.

The first time he ever kisses you on his own (you 100% have to make the first move) it’s a very rough and embarrassed act where he just grabs you and plants one in ya before you can even think about what’s happening

He will change his favorite color to whatever yours is, because if you can see beauty in it, then it’s all he can see from then on out

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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my love

an: first piece for my lovesick event! i can't wait heehee it's so cute also yeah maybe a little heids coded but !! idc

pairings: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: fluff!! lots of fluff, sakusa is shy but very sweet, uni friends to lovers, food and eating mentions, drink mentions & consumption, confession of feelings

every week has been about the same since the new year. working at your internship, working your regular job, coming home, just to do it all again the next day. everything was beginning to blend together into a confusing haze, one where every day feels the same. january had come and gone and before you knew it, february was knocking on your door.

the past two weeks, though, things have been a bit sweeter.

it started with a small gift bag on your doormat when you arrived home after work. there was no note, no message, not even a text about it. but, after a long first day back from the weekend you brought it inside without a second thought.

you plop down on the couch and pluck out the baby-pink tissue paper to reveal a few of your favorite candies resting at the bottom of the bag. you can't help but smile, deciding to snack on one before you started dinner.

the next day you came home to a card stuck in the door, signed with only your name. while you set your things down, you opened the card to hopefully get a clue of who it's from, which causes some money flutter out.

i hope yesterday and today feel a bit sweeter. get your favorite drink tomorrow, on me.

you hum, a little confused as to who this could be. it had to be someone you knew, considering they knew where you live. your first thought was a co-worker, but that theory proved wrong when you asked them about it the next day. you considered family, but they quickly denied.

the next week is filled with other small gifts and notes. dinner from your favorite restaurant delivered shortly after you got home, a small box of chocolates, and many other little treats. it's now only a couple days before valentines, and you're itching to find out who these could be from.

"i can't figure it out 'omi," you sigh, placing your newest gift in a vase on your kitchen counter. a dozen roses, with a printed note.

because you deserve them.

"i can't recognize the handwriting, and everything arrives before i get home, so i never see them!" you huff, grabbing a couple plates out of your cupboards for the pizza sakusa brought over.

"weird," he sighs, scrolling through his phone. you shake your head.

"yeah, weird. i just don't have any clue as to who it could be. i'm not even seeing anyone,"

"trust me, i know," sakusa teases, smirking when you throw a napkin his direction. "but seriously, i'm sure you'll find out soon. it's almost valentines day."

"so?" you raise an eyebrow, reaching in the fridge for a couple drinks. "what if they continue after that, and i'm stuck in this cycle for weeks?"

he snorts. "oh man, receiving presents every day for weeks on end? how awful,"

you roll your eyes, setting his drink down in front of him. scooting next to him at the table, you sigh. he grabs you a piece of pizza, your favorite one, and nods toward the flowers.

"i bet you'll find out soon. they look beautiful, by the way."

"yeah, i hope so. and thanks, i hope i can keep them alive for more than a couple of days."

"doubt it,"

"enough about me," you wave at him dismissively, which he grins at. "what are your valentines plans this year?"

he chews for a second before deciding what to say. really, he could give this entire act up right now.

"nothing. practice and going home. we have a few away games next week,"

"lame," you tease, grabbing his used plate for him. "the famous, star athlete, sakusa kiyoomi doesn't have a da-"

"shut up," he groans. he shuffles behind you and towards the couch, before throwing himself on it. "i'm fine," he turns on your tv and gets comfortable. "by the way, i brought dessert. it's in the fridge."

"what would i do without you, 'omi? you spoil me."

that sentence echoes throughout his mind over the next day. like he said to you, the day is almost here. his last two gifts are sitting on his kitchen counter, mocking him from where they are placed. for the last two weeks, he has tried to back out. tried to stop it all, return everything to their respective stores and forget anything even happened. but this year, he didn't want to chicken out. he wanted things to be different.

thankfully, he has some teammates who feel the same way. at the beginning of the month, they helped him create this plan. two weeks of gifts, leading up to the big reveal.

"excited for tomorrow?" hinata wiggles his eyebrows as they walk out of the gym.

"excited isn't the word i would use," sakusa rasps, kicking the rocks in the parking lot.

"it's gonna be fine! nobody can resist ya, 'omi." atusmu winks, jogging ahead of the two men. "what's the gift today?"

sakusa pulls on his car door, not even looking at his teammates.

"a dress."

"the one we showed you?" hinata's head tilts to the side. sakusa nods, firing up the ignition.

"she'll love it. i'm positive."

"i sure hope so. i'll tell you guys if i hear anything," sakusa waves and shuts the door. he drives to your apartment slowly, trying to calm any nerves that he has swimming around in his stomach.

as he pulls into the parking lot of your complex, he can tell something is a little different. he grabs the box, shallow but wide, and heads up towards your door. this is for sure the most lavish of the gifts you've received thus far, as well as the largest. he adjusts the shiny red bow on the top and steps out of the elevator.

"no, nothing today. at least not yet anyway,"

sakusa stops. his heart races immediately. that's your voice, he's sure of it. she must be home early today. he turns on his heels to go back down the elevator, deciding he will wait a few minutes to deliver it.

"oh, just going downstairs to check the mail," your keys jingle in your hand as you shut your door. "mom, don't be ridiculous, i'm sure whoever it is isn't a creep," your phone is pressed to your ear. he begins to panic. he slips into the stairwell, hoping to avoid you. thankfully you head into the elevator.

he walks quickly to your door, placing the gift up against it as he has done many times before. he heads down the stairwell, slipping through one of the side entrances before reaching his car and leaving as quickly as possible.

he groans, palms sliding down his face while he waits at the red light. he thinks to the first time he met you. you sat next to him four years ago in some business class he can't remember. you seemed shy, not speaking much for the first few weeks other than to ask for a pen. after working on a group project, you finally blossomed. the two of you became quick friends. sakusa was grateful to find someone who cared about him, not his career. someone who understood what his silence meant and what his humor was. someone who appreciated him, for him.

that's what makes this so scary, he thinks. possibly losing the only person who understands.

you hang up the phone and walk to your door, almost laughing out loud when you see the box.

"of course," you mumble to yourself. possibly your last chance to catch whoever it was and you just so happened to be out. even after getting off early.

as your front door clicks shut, you walk towards your couch. this box is much nicer than anything else you've gotten. it's light, you note, and you shake it a bit. muffled sounds of paper fill your ears, quickly making you too curious. your fingers pull the red bow, putting it off to the side. when you lift up the top, you're met with a note.

be ready by tomorrow at 7. i hope you like it.

your eyebrows thread together, moving the carefully folded tissue paper back to reveal rather expensive-looking fabric. you can't help the gasp that leaves your lips when you pull it out of its confines.

a floor-length, silky, black dress with thin straps and a slit on the thigh, and just your size. it's outstanding, both in quality and appearance. you're shocked. something you've only seen in photos and on numerous pinterest boards now rests between your fingertips. your lips part as you feel the dress once more.

excitement sets in quickly after as you realize you will be soon meeting this mystery person. you scurry to your room and hang the dress in your closet like a secret, one you can finally share tomorrow evening.

sakusa is a wreck.

it's 6:40 pm, he needs to leave in five minutes, and he still isn't sure what to wear. none of his friends will answer, not even his sister. he moves things around in his closet, pulling out the suit he wore to the last event the team was forced to go to. a plain black suit with a black tie. simple, but he's out of time. you teased him about it before, and he hopes you feel different in a few minutes.

you aren't feeling much better. your hair and makeup are finished, your shoes and purse picked out, and you're just pulling the zipper up on your dress when you check the time. you have only two minutes until your mystery admirer is revealed.

your pacing is cut short when there's a knock at your door. your heart is racing, you've never felt so nervous in your entire life.

"s-sorry! i was-kiyoomi?"

you're met with your best friend, standing in front of your door in a rather expensive suit, holding a small box in his hands.

"oh my god," he breathes, taking everything in. he thought the dress may be too much, but god was he wrong. "you look...incredible."

"thanks," you mumble. you too dies on your tongue as he walks by you and into your apartment. realization hits you like a train. "wait,"

"yeah, it's me."

"kiyoomi, i don't-"

"just listen for a sec," he looks up from the box and meets your eyes, and you nod. he clears his throat.

"i just, i didn't know how else to do this. i knew that if i tried to tell you, i would just give up like every other time," he runs a hand through his hair, pouting immediately when he remembers the time it took to style it. "i thought this would be something special,"

"it is," you step closer to him, but he only fidgets with the box.

"here," he hands it to you. "this is the final one,"

you let out a small gasp. a set of earrings and a matching necklace sparkle almost instantly in the light. two simple studs and a lone diamond rest on a dainty chain. you immediately put the earrings on and pull the necklace out of the box.

"'omi, wow. these are," your voice trails off as he grabs the necklace and stands behind you. he fastens it from behind, hands shaking slightly. the diamond falls right below your collarbone.

"they match your eyes," he looks at his shoe, before looking at you. "i saw them and couldn't stop thinking about you."

"omi, i-"

"i like you. i really, really do and i just wanted to-"

"i like you, too."

he stops, mouth open. you repeat yourself and take a step towards him. you continue.

"but, i'm me and-"

"that's kind of the whole point," he grabs your hands and chuckles. "you have always cared for me, you understand me, and you don't treat me differently like others do. you get me, and i can't explain it, but i don't want anyone else."

you smile, the prettiest smile he's ever seen.

"are you asking me out?" you tease, poking the knot of his tie. he rolls his eyes.

"yes," he laughs dryly. "what do you say?"

you begin walking toward the door.

"i would love to, kiyoomi. nothing would make me happier, to be honest,"

sakusa can breathe again. he meets you at the door and takes you by the hand, finally lacing his fingers with yours.

"any other surprises?" you ask, pressing the elevator button to the lobby.

"i can't tell you."

"why not?"

he smiles, something rare and usually only seen by you.

"gotta keep you on your toes."

#heidslovesickevent #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader imagine #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff

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eds6ngel · 1 year ago

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Hi doll! I was wondering if you could write one where Steve and Alena plan a proposal please 🥹

hi, my love! i love this request and was hoping it would come up!! i've provided some new images since alena is nine now in the timeline!! i hope you enjoy the sweetest proposal ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. use of y/n. food mentions. mentions of judgement of alena calling reader 'mom.' pet names. kissing. mentions of sex. lil bit of angst (maybe?) lots of crying. steve being a nervous wreck. just a ton of fluff and comfort!! [2.4k].

author's note: firstly, i would like to say thank you so much for the continued support on this series!! for now, i will be closing requests just based on how hectic my life is about to become. blurbs for all characters will be open, so you can request some cute lil steve blurbs if you wish (or any other characters i write for!!) but for now, requests are closed for this series, and i will add onto it when an idea pops into my head. i hope you all understand ♡

As soon as Steve heard that your school were doing customised candy canes for Christmas, he knew exactly what he had to do.

“Pumpkin?” Steve yells, Alena instantly zooming into the living room, almost crashing into her dad at lightning speed. “Woah, take a breather there.”

“Sorry, dad,” the nine-year-old apologies, “Princess Peach and He-Man just kissed!”

Steve chuckles, “Did they now, sweetpea? I hope they both enjoyed it.”

She hums in content, nodding as she swings back and forth on her feet, “Uh huh! And Peach initiated it! It took He-Man off guard, but he slowly got used to it. He was super impressed by a woman taking charge!”

Yeah, she’d definitely got her girl-boss attitude from you. The mom effect.

“That’s exactly what I like about your mom. Not afraid to take charge, is she?”

“Nope!” she pops the P, “Mom is super cool! She like…” Alena thinks for a second, “Makes me brownies after school, even though she is really tired. I always tell her to stop, but she says she does it to make me happy, and seeing me happy makes her happy.” She purses her lips, “Wish she’d rest though, I always feel super bad!”

“Me too pumpkin, me too,” he sighs, ruffling her hair. “Speaking of your mom, I have a request for you.”

Alena takes a seat next to Steve on the couch, him explaining the situation, “You know I’ve been talking about marrying your mom?”

Her eyes light up at the sentence, a grin forming on her face as she kicks her growing feet, “Yeah?”

“Well, I want you to be a part of it,” he smiles, Alena hugging him from the side, aggressively rocking them back and forth. “Yes! Yes! Yes! What do I need to do, dad? I’ll do anything!”

“Okay,” he begins, clicking on his pen, “If I tell you what to write, can you scribble it down on this card? I’m going to take you to the Christmas Fayre at Ernie Pyle and she’ll get it given to her then.”

She nods enthusiastically, “Of course, dad!”

And so it began… The planning of the proposal.

Steve had spent the previous week calling and having discussions with principals, teachers and assistants at your school, making sure that the proposal went just as he wished. Luckily, they were all on board with the plan, knowing when to give you the candy cane and how the situation would commence.

Hand in hand, Steve and Alena entered the brick building, heading down the longing hallway towards the cafeteria, where the majority of the Christmas stalls were set up. Steve knew that they handed the candy canes out in batches, so decided to spend some time visiting other stalls and drinking a well-made hot chocolate with Alena, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.

A small hand on his shoulder alerts him, your co-worker Amelie leaning over, a pile of candy canes held between both of her hands. “Hey, Steve.”

“Hey!” he replies, turning around to look at her, “Is it almost time?”

She nods in response, “I’ll hand out the others first, give you some time to calm your nerves and talk to her.”

“Okay,” he sighs deeply, breathing out as he basks in the moment, realising that this was absolutely happening. The ring was concealed in his back jean pocket, covered over by a thick, blue, cashmere sweater. Although a busy event, he felt as if this had significant meaning. Despite being at Hawkins Elementary, a Christmas Fayre was the setting that the two of you realised your mutual feelings for each other, the first time you both complimented each other in a way that crossed the platonic boundary of teacher and parent. He can’t believe that happened almost three years ago, it felt like yesterday. Over the course of the past three years, you two had kissed, said ‘I love you,’ had your first time, moved in and Alena now finally calls you her mom. And he had to admit, it was the best three years of his life, despite the bumps along the road.

He sighs once more, throwing his empty cup into the trash along with Alena’s and holding out his hand towards her, “You ready, pumpkin?”

“Yes!” she cheeses, Amelie whispering to him, “You got this.” She pats him lightly on the back before heading over to another parent and their child.

There’s a slight queue at your table, you selling Christmas cookies, every family wanting to get a small batch. After a few minutes of your sweetest voice talking so politely to the small set of twins in front of you — who couldn’t be no older than two — they bounce off with their parents, biting into the deliciousness of the perfectly-melted chocolate chip cookies, the chocolate oozing out, smearing all over the sides of their faces.

You giggle as you watch them make a mess, turning back to see Alena waving at you, holding a stuffed animal in her arms. “I see,” you say, pretending to think by putting your fingers under your chin, “I have not been introduced to this bunny before. Are they a wonderful addition to the family?”

“Yep,” she beams, “Her name is Mrs. Hopps.”

You gasp, opening your mouth in shock as you exaggeratedly reply, “Does Mr. Hopps finally have a wife?”

“Of course,” she says, rolling her eyes dramatically, as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough, “He was feeling lonely, so I got him a wife.”

“No dating? No proposal? No wedding?”

Steve almost gulps at the mention of a proposal. Even though the two of you were talking about a literal stuffed animal, it grounded him back to reality. He could feel the palms of his hands beginning to sweat, looking behind him to see Amelie holding one remaining candy cane in her hand. It had to be yours. He was praying the mom she was currently with liked a good chit-chat, else she would be coming over any minute.

Amelie notices his staring, raising her eyebrows and giving him a quick wink, Steve flipping his head back around, wiping his palms on his jeans, a slight wet patch being left there. God, that’s embarrassing. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hey, honey. How’s the fayre been?” you ask, hands on your hips, awaiting his response. He couldn’t believe that he was going to ask you to be his forever. There you were, dolled up in your red dress, wobbly, sparkling Christmas trees perched on top of a headband, black painted nails and a bright red lip to match. You were stunning, beautiful, breathtaking.

He stutters over his words, “Y-Yeah, I, um… It’s been fun.” He points behind him, “Had some hot chocolate, made it extra fancy. Um… Oh yeah, Alena’s bunny and just looked at other things really…”

“Cool,” you nervously chuckle, his energy bouncing onto you. “Don’t worry about buying anymore, I already put some behind for us. Unless, you want to, of course. That’s totally okay too…” you say, pointing towards the cookies.

Before Steve gets the chance to reply, Amelie is appearing in front of the three of you, showing him a sympathetic smile as she passes the candy cane over to you. “Looks like you have a delivery, Y/N.”

“Ooh, what do we have here?” you giggle, looking down at Alena who is practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.

“Open it!” she shouts, a little too loudly, disturbing some of the people around you, who quickly shut up as they see what Steve is doing from behind you. Many gasps can be softly heard as you begin to read the small card attached to the candy cane, written neatly in Alena’s handwriting.

My sweetest Y/N.

You have been so awfully kind to me these past two and a half years. I hope the second year spent with us Harrington’s for Christmas will be as wonderful as the last.

And if you turn around, I may want you to join the Harrington family.

I love you.

Your Steve.

Suddenly, the gasps make sense. Turning around, Steve is down on one knee, red velvet box held out in front of him, a dazzling silver ring, accompanied by a luminous rose quartz gemstone. With your knowledge of crystals, you almost broke down into tears. A few slipped down your face, staining the apples of your cheeks as you cover your mouth in shock, eyes brightening up at the situation. Rose quartz specifically signified three things: unconditional love, emotional healing, and compassion.

You knew of Steve’s past, of his relationship with Alena’s mom. He brought it up pretty early on, worried that his unhealed trauma of her walking out and leaving him alone could effect his reactions to certain situations and instances with you. But, if you asked him now, he felt safe with you. He felt like a whole new man. And although trauma never truly goes away, it had been healed enough for him to feel the most content and carefree he had in over ten years. He was the emotional healing.

Which meant you were the compassion. You understood his suffering, his deep-rooted issues that you may not have experienced with another human being. In any argument or disagreement, he thought you would leave. During sex, he would cradle you as close to his body as possible, scared you were going to escape. Anytime you would leave the house, he would say the words, “I love you. Stay safe. I’ll see you later, beautiful girl,” no matter if you were heading off to work, or walking five minutes down the street to collect some everyday essentials from the local store. You recognised his suffering, and you gave him everything to help him feel safe, comfortable and blissful.

And together, you had unconditional love. You would accept and love each other always and forever, even on the days where Steve felt more distant, or you came home from work, wanting to be alone for a while. Maybe you threw an insult, maybe Steve said something offensive, but it never changed the foundations of your relationship built on trust, empathy and kindness. And that’s what made it unconditional.

Steve breathes out, almost choking on a sob that tried to escape his mouth, attempting to remember the half-finished speech he had pre-written in the depths of his mind. “The first time I felt an ounce of your love to me was at Hawkins Elementary’s Christmas Fayre in ‘95. The word ‘handsome’ coming out of your mouth transported me back to my youth, as if I was some giddy schoolboy with a crush on the prettiest girl in the playground. Well,” he chuckles, “Maybe I was. Except this time, it wasn’t a schoolgirl, it was my daughter’s teacher.”

He reaches for your hand, which you gladly take, his visibly shaking out of nervousness. He mouths a quick “Sorry,” to which you whisper, “It’s okay. Carry on, my love.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles, composing himself, “I had never seen someone more beautiful in my life. Not only were you such an amazing teacher to her, but…” The waterworks begin to flow, tears spilling down his cheeks, he just couldn’t help it. It was too special of a moment to him. “But, you were incredible to me. You were so sweet, and kind, and had no judgement for me being a single dad. I wanted you so bad at the time, and although it took a while for it to happen, so I’m fuc— I’m so glad it did.”

You stroke your thumb over the top of his hand, you, Steve and Alena crying in unison, your co-worker Amelie, who has been a rock throughout your relationship, was letting a few shed herself. You feel him squeeze back, “I just… I tell you everyday how much I love you, I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. Yeah, you’re wonderful, beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous. I could not ask for a better rock throughout my life, and I want you forever. So, please marry me. You would make me so incredibly happy. Even more happy than I already am seeing your beautiful face every waking moment of my life.”

You frantically nod, holding out your left hand to him, “I would want nothing more. Of course I’ll marry you, baby. Anytime, anywhere, I don’t care. As long as it’s with you.”

He takes the ring out of the box, sliding it over your ring finger, the band fitting perfectly. You assumed he measured one of your everyday rings, the one you wear on your right ring finger. That, or he measured your finger whilst you were asleep. The thought made you giggle, despite how unrealistic it was. It was something you could somehow imagine. Just him and Alena with a tape measure around your hand.

Steve lifts you off the floor, your arms swinging around his neck and he nuzzles his face into yours, whispering over and over again, “I love you.” He places many sweet kisses to your lips, you clutching onto his face, desperate for him not to let you go.

A large wail can be heard from beside you, Alena’s voice tearing through the crowded room, you and Steve immediately looking worried as her eyes remain red raw. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetpea?” you ask softly, grabbing her wrists and removing her hands from her eyes.

“It’s just—” she swallows, sniffling along, “I know you are m-my mom, but you weren’t officially my mom. And everyone would say how you aren’t actually my mom. And that really hurt me. B-But now, you are—” She breaks down once again, struggling to get out her last words, “You are gonna be my actual mom, like… by law. And n-now I won’t have to ever explain myself again.”

You coo, hugging her into your side, wrapping your arms tightly around her back, “You will always be my daughter, honey. No person, or law, or anything in this universe could tell me different, okay?”

“Exactly,” Steve says, kissing her left cheek, leaning down beside her, just like you had, “You have me, your dad, you have Y/N, your mom, and you will forever.”

She nods, the pair of you hugging your daughter tightly. With the ring on your finger glimmering in the light, and your fiancé and daughter snuggled against your sides, this was proof of your future. You didn’t need anything else in the world to be happy. As long as you had them, everything else felt completely okay.

i hope you enjoyed!! i will try and add more installments to this series in the future when i have an idea and get the time!! if you want to see more fics/blurbs from me, as well as other material, put yourself on my taglist to get updates from me! until then, request in those blurbs and i will return to steve and alena soon ♡

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hostilemuppet · 5 days ago

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All your ocs (trolls, gems, ect) have such cool designs! I especially love what you do with colors and shapes :D Do you have any specific process when you make them or is it like an elaborate vibe-check

aww, ty :) for every oc no matter what i always try to make sure something about their character is communicated in their design, whether its something like "they are a doctor so they wear a doctors coat" or more like "they are lazy so their outfit looks very low effort"

but for TROLLS specifically, i almost always try to make sure theres some sort of theme or motif going on that i keep in mind throughout the whole design process. keep in mind what you want/need (eg, for slush puppy he needed to look like his parents, while for rosé i established from the beginning "pink glitter troll" and that smth i needed to stick to) and plan around that. heres an attempt at explaining my thought process after the fact

sometimes a theme isnt as obvious, for example brad and angelina were designed to resemble raggedy ann and andy toys but that isnt really obvious when theyre any older than children. i think this is okay since their older designs still show their personalities and are still pretty cohesive while complimenting each other

often youll have a theme or look youre going for but still struggle landing on perfection, and thats fine! a couple of my favourites, cupcake and glitz, took agesssss to nail down

(not including my reference photos for obvious reasons, but there is NO shame in assembling a moodboard for a character design! i highly encourage it in fact!)

for cupcake i knew i wanted her to be sweet lolita from the beginning (since. her name is Cupcake.) but settling on something concrete was trickyyyyyyy. everything from "her outfit should seem cutesy enough to fit her vibe without being so complicated that it looks muddy on such a small chibi body (and would be really hard to draw...)" to "i need to give her a hairstyle that looks trolly enough, oh no this doesnt look trolly enough but the hime cut really fits her personality, does the massive hat help her silhouette?" to "i want her colour scheme to look like youre walking into a candy store, is this incohesive? what if i try going for a chocolate and raspberry vibe? doesnt have what im going for... how do i salvage this?" it was a lot of facing a problem, trying to fix it, and then facing a NEW problem. and thats okay! rome wasnt built in a day yknow. sometimes youll need a loooooot of drafts to get a character design youre happy with. in fact its actually way better to have several drafts, especially if its a character youll actually use a lot! believe me, ive made the mistake before of "i designed what i thought looked good but i actually hated drawing it over and over again". if you love the way it looks and you think its effective, but you hate actually using it, its still a bad design! its half the reason i redesigned penny 😭 to be fair to me though im not sure i really expected to love penny as much as i do now...

with glitz i have less notes since i had an actual person (his co-creator) to give me real time feedback rather than reasoning to myself </3 but the same sort of thing happened. he actually took me more than a month to finalise! part of that was we only had one parent for him decided at first (and it was actually through the design process we figured out the other one! if you know who glitz is you can probably see the exact moment we figured it out 😭). but from the beginning i still knew i wanted him to look flashy with glittery accents (but NOT a glitter troll!) you can see i originally wanted him to have glitter freckles but i swapped that out for a glittery star shaped... okay i never actually decided whether that was makeup or a birth mark. audience interpretation! but i ended up giving him a much more recurring star motif since he wants to be a star and sometimes you gotta beat the audience over the head with symbolism

im not sure if any of that actually helped or if it was just rambling, but the tldr is: make sure you have an end goal in mind! whether its communicating something specific about their personality (eg glitz's flashiness representing his ego and lust for fame) or you have a theme you want to stick to (eg pitaya is obviously styled after actual pitayas), having a goal makes everything so much easier since you know what youre actually working towards! if youre just throwing shit at a wall, you probably wont end up anywhere youre fully satisfied with

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renhaswritersblock · 2 years ago

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Easter Egg Hunt with the Dast Boys(Johnson, Murdoc, Abner, Bobby, and Coco):

A/N: Happy Easter! Wanted to give ya'll some head-cannons of what some of the boys would do in an Easter Hunt. Just some ramblin'. I also reference something from a request I did a few months ago with Murdoc.

Warning: Nothing! (I hope...maybe a teensy-bit of violence.) No proof reading. Also added a hc of mine of Johnson.

Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Readings!

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Johnson:

In the Bang’A’Rangs, Joel would have an annual easter egg hunt for Lyla to have fun. A few Brawlers and the Phoenixes would partake in the hunting for eggs scattered around the compound – because they all made bets on each other to see who finds the golden egg first. So when it starts, Lyla goes straight to Uncle Johnson, sitting by one of the tables near the outside bar, for assistance, knowing he wouldn’t refuse to help the little girl out. With a little bit of time-stopping, he and Lyla take their time searching for every egg on the Bang’A’Rang, some inside the large entertainment room, by the car repair shop, and inside the hood of one of Queenie’s cars. By the end, they find the golden one lodged between two branches in a tree behind the trailers, and Johnson wins the bet.

Abner:

For sure, this will be Abby’s first-time easter egg hunting. He would be confused at first as to why he found Harley, Cleo, and Nanaue painting eggs in Harl’s kitchen – Nanaue lifting up a horribly painted egg, saying Abner and smiling. Once they fill him in on the whole festivities, it’s time for the hunt – Flag and Harley hid the eggs while Cleo prepares Nanaue and Abner by giving them easter egg baskets. Bloodsport is also there, willing to participate since Cleo insisted. At first, the egg hunting was fine until it turned to which one saw it first and blamed each other for stealing the other eggs and then a full-on battlefield. All Abner could do was curl up into a ball and hide somewhere far from Harley’s egg-throwing wrath and Flag nagging at Nananue for breaking all his eggs. But surprisingly, while he was hiding in a bush, he found the golden egg.

Bob:

In the break of dawn, Bob would get up before his partner and go downstairs into the pantry to grab a plastic bag full of chocolate easter egg candy and begin sprawling them all around the house and outside. When it’s time, he goes back upstairs into their shared bedroom and starts poking their shoulder in a poor attempt to wake them up, mumbling [Name], get up...it’s…it’s easter. After dragging them out bed and into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, Bob can’t hold back his excitement. They fail to see at least five chocolate eggs on the kitchen counter before Bob slides an egg towards them, earning a sigh and a tired reply: It’s 7:30, Bob. No matter the excuses, his S/O gets ready for the day and tries to find every egg Bob hid surprisingly well.

S/O [staring at a chocolate bunny taped to the ceiling.]: How the fu–

Murdoc:

Although he isn’t into any festivities since he was a kid, he celebrates holidays like easter because of Cassian. So, come around easter morning, Murdoc is woken up by something heavy landing on his stomach and the mattress moving up and down. Cassian is jumping on the bed, thrilled about today's holiday. While [Name] was working their morning shift at the grocery store, Murdoc took responsibility prepping for the easter hunt. Evening comes, and Cassian is ready to search for eggs in the backyard. Murdoc sits in one of the lawn chairs, watching [Name] and Cassian run around looking for the eggs, taking a moment to himself whilst hiding a smirk.

Coco:

Easter hunting hasn’t been a thing for eons. Usually, Coco would say Happy Easter to a few of his co-workers, who don’t reply back, before going on with his day. Not really caring for the holiday in general. However, when a small chocolate egg appeared on his desk, Coco was curious as to who anonymously gave him the strange colorful tin foil candy. Unwrapping it, he examined the round texture before putting it in his mouth, bewildered when it was real chocolate. Nowadays, it’s hard to find actual, decent chocolate and not the synthetic kind. He hopes, one day, he’ll find the person who made his day and return the favor.

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Lemme know what you think and I hope ya'll have a good Easter Day!

#coco blade runner #reprisal johnson #johnson reprisal #abner krill #bob taylor prisoners #prisoners #murdoc #murdoc macgyver #polkadot man #david dastmalchian

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Fics Named After Foods Masterlist

part two

A Shared Love of Science & Sushi (ao3) - RedShiloh bruce/tony M, 21k

Summary: How Bruce learned to stop worrying and love the time-bomb.

candy hearts and flowers can't compare to your love (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) bucky/steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Tony and Bucky are friends. They’re also both dating Steve. Tony’s happy with the current arrangement because he loves Steve. He might also be falling in love with Bucky, but there’s no reason to bring that up. He’d rather have Steve than lose them both in the fallout of that confession.

Tony is an idiot and Steve is clueless, but thankfully, Bucky knows better. And everyone should listen to Sam more often.

Cheeseburgers In Paradise (ao3) - kayura_sanada steve/tony T, 861

Summary: It was when Tony wiped the mustard off his face that Steve realized he was in love.

chocolate covered coffee beans (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve is an idiot. He turned Tony down flat based on the assumption that Tony just wanted sex - an assumption that their friends very quickly corrected. Now it's Valentine's Day, and he has one chance to make it right.

Coffee and Chocolate (ao3) - SherlocksHound loki/tony, jane/thor T, 8k

Summary: Coffee shop AU, kinda. In which Loki lives as a famous chef and has a re-encounter with someone he thought he would never see again: Dr. Tony Stark. Add a nice little Family meeting with drama and get a FrostIron special.

Cookie Jar, NY (ao3) - Siria peggy/steve, sam/bucky T, 16k

Summary: Aunt Sarah's Cookies and Confectionery Co. may operate at a loss, but it's the lifeblood of the small town of Cookie Jar. Business executive Peggy Carter has been sent there on a simple assignment: get the company's owner to agree to a sell off. But what was supposed to be a simple assignment gets complicated when Peggy meets Steve Rogers, who's determined to keep his factory open. Though Peggy's a big city girl at heart, there's something about this small town that she finds intriguing—and something about a certain stubborn factory owner, too.

Gimme Sugar (ao3) - geneticallydead steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

Green Curry (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve, who was the nicest most generous person in the galaxy and would give you the overly tight shirt off his back - and had done so more than once for Bruce, after a surprise Hulking - got weird about one thing: food.

ice cream shake (ao3) - deathsweetqueen bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: “You’re pulling on it!”

“I am not! Your hair is simply thin!”

“You’re thin!”

What the fuck is my life? Tony sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Seven children, with bright, enormous eyes, stare up at him, expectantly, as if waiting for his adjudication.

if only you could see me (for the pie that i am) (ao3) - bitelikefire (theoleo) steve/bucky M, 35k

Summary: In which Steve is the proud owner of Frost; a semi famous local bakery in D.C. And despite the overwhelming insistence that it’s about time he start dating, Steve swears up and down he isn’t ready for that.

Or as of recently, just doesn’t have the time because of Mr. Barnes. The highly demanding wedding planner on the phone who keeps asking for nearly impossible deliveries and maybe Steve would like to personally strangle him. Maybe.

(There is pie. And misunderstandings. But a lot more desserts and eye rolls.)

Like Cotton Candy Clouds (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: The only thing Bucky loves more than cotton candy is cotton candy on Steve's lips.

Marshmallow World (ao3) - AllegedlyAnn steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Movie Night with the Avengers, Christmas Edition: Including one hopelessly dense Bucky who does not get hints, hot chocolate with marshmallows, a very soft pullover worn by Steve that makes an excellent pillow, and Lucky being a good boy but also a trip hazard.

No Candy Hearts Would Taste as Sweet (ao3) - SD_Ryan steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Steve stares, no words coming. To say they’ve been playing it safe would be a monumental understatement. They kiss. They touch—above the waist. They cuddle and caress. But they haven’t had sex. Haven’t even seen each other naked. And Bucky’s saying … Bucky’s telling him he’s ready. For more. For anything.

Steve tests the idea, letting his imagination roam, listening for the voices that have shut down these impulses in the past. He waits for the rush of terror or shortness of breath. But there’s nothing: no self-recrimination, no judgement. He feels hopeful, he realizes, and really really excited.

In which revelations are made and Steve and Bucky have a Valentine's Day date.

Peas in a Pod (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony, steve/sebastian stan M, 19k

Summary: Bucky Barnes was used to running into Winter Soldier fans when he was out and about. He was less used to running into… himself? What’s a rock star to do when he stumbles into a look-alike contest with himself as the target look? Enter it, of course.

Ravioli (ao3) - monobuu bucky/tony M, 7k

Summary: Bucky attempts to get Tony's attention by claiming Pop Tarts are Ravioli. Tony reacts as one might expect.

Salt, Sweat, Sugar (ao3) - RockSaltAndRoll steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Bucky has worked for the Adult Entertainment Industry for a couple of years now while he sees himself through college. The money is good, the people are great and the sex is awesome - altogether it’s great fun. It gets better the day he gets paired up with new guy Steve Rogers who is just about the cutest barely legal twink that Bucky has ever seen in his life.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated steve/bucky E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

the ice-cream truck experience (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky G, 650

Summary: Sam is astounded when Steve and Bucky say that they've never heard of an ice-cream truck, so he takes them out to get them their first ever ice-cream from an ice-cream truck.

the soldier and the cake (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/clint T, 5k

Summary: “Give me a mission,” the Winter Soldier says, a thread of desperation underneath the flat tone of his voice, and Clint’s way too sleep-deprived to deal with this right now.

“Hold this,” he orders, shoves a cup of flour into mismatched hands.

Then he goes back to mixing.

When Life Gives You Lemons (ao3) - starbunny G, 9k

Summary: Steve's idea of a simple life consisted of two things. First, drawing and taking art commissions whenever he pleased, and second, taking care of his wonderful garden.

What it did NOT include was: Having the local wildlife unanimously decide that his garden was the greatest sanctuary ever, attracting the attention of the mysterious species of humans known as 'The Avengers', or starting a war with a cunning raccoon that destroyed everything in Steve's garden, then learning that the raccoon was not really a raccoon after all and Steve should have really known better.

What has become of his life?

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #food tw #food #food masterlist

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voidvannie · 7 months ago

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꒰ఎ CALIA LANCASTER ━━━━ HOME AU

ᥫ᭡𓆪┊GET TO KNOW CALIA!

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⋆✩⋆ ─── meet calia

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calia's profile ─── ⋆✩⋆

୨୧ Full Name ─── Calia Jade Lancaster ୨୧ Nicknames ─── CJ, Lia, Cal, Callie ୨୧ Date of Birth ─── August 17, 1999 ୨୧ Hometown ─── Annapolis, Maryland ୨୧ Family ─── Chase Stokes, Grayson Anderson ୨୧ Face Claim ─── Scarlet Leithold

୨୧ Favorite Animal ─── puppies, kittens, koalas, sloths ୨୧ Favorite Drink ─── sprite, water, apple juice, chocolate milk, iced coffee ୨୧ Favorite Food ─── waffles, watermelon, cotton candy grapes, cheese pizza, pineapple, cookie cake ୨୧ Favorite Celebrity ─── Renee Rapp, Benson Boone ୨୧ Favorite Movie ─── The Devil All The Time, Scream Series, The After series ୨୧ Favorite Color ─── blue, red ୨୧ Favorite Season ─── Summer ୨୧ Favorite Holiday ─── Easter

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪┊EXTRA FACTS!

୨୧ calia grew up in annapolis, maryland and was always over at her aunt and uncle's house. ୨୧ her parents were always super busy with their personal businesses so she would be left at home for weeks, even months, at a time all on her own. ୨୧ chase stokes, the actor from outer banks, is her older cousin and the two are really close. they often refer to each other as brother and sister without even meaning to. ୨୧ she had her son, grayson alexander lancaster, was born september 16, 2020 which he shares with his "uncle chase". ୨୧ when she told her parents that she was pregnant with grays, they kicked her out and chase took them in. ୨୧ she moved to newark, new jersey when grayson was eight months old due to personal reasons. ୨୧ grayson's father wanted nothing to do with him. ୨୧ jack is the first person she met when moving to new jersey, living across the hall from him. ୨୧ they instantly hit it off, claiming to be long lost twins because they were practically the same person (even with her being older than him). ୨୧ jack has been dying to set up with quinn and recruits luke whenever he signs for the devils and moves in with his brother. ୨୧ has met jacks' family aside from quinn. ୨୧ calia and drew are the closest of chase's co-stars with madelyn coming in second. ୨୧ she & grayson have yet to miss a devil's home game unless one of them is sick or they leave to go visit chase. ୨୧ she hasn't spoken to her parents in over four years, choosing not to have anything to do with them after they tried to take grayson from her, claiming that she was an unfit mother. ୨୧ grayson often calls jack "ack" or "uncle jack". ୨୧ when luke moves to jersey to live with jack, grayson instantly takes a liking to him and even starts to call him "uncle moose" after hearing jack calling him that. ୨୧ calia acts as an older sister to luke. ୨୧ began modeling in 2021 to make money in order to support grayson. ୨୧ all of the new jersey devils players instantly love calia and grayson when jack introduces them. ୨୧ besides jack and luke, nico, alex, john and dawson are grayson's "uncles" and they all spoil him as so. ୨୧ jack taught grayson how to ice skate. ୨୧ she loves any variation of the color blue, but she absolutely hates the color pink. ୨୧ she doesn't like to watch horror movies, but she will watch the insidious movies and all of the halloween movies. ୨୧ she really wants to meet chad michael murry seeing as she has a huge crush on him. ୨୧ she has a twin brother named caleb, along with two more older brothers names christan and cannon. ୨୧ she has three nephews named dallas, mason and kayden along with two nieces named mallory and isabella. ୨୧ she had a pet goldfish growing up named tiger and when it died, she made her brothers attend the "funeral".

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪┊CALIA & QUINN TIMELINE!

୨୧ she meets quinn during the hughes bowl when luke and jack formulate a plan on getting the two of them together. ୨୧ after meeting, the two of them are always calling and texting each other and quinn quickly catches feelings for the mother. ୨୧ calia's parents end up coming to visit her in jersey where they discover her talking to quinn, and her mother begins to pick apart every little thing that would make her think that quinn wouldn't really want to date her due to having a son. ୨୧ this causes her to ghost quinn for a couple of months before he shows up on her doorstep, demanding for an explanation as to why she has been ignoring all of his phone calls and text messages. ୨୧ an argument breaks out between the two where calia states that quinn is a "big shot hockey player who doesn't need the baggage of playing stepfather to a child that doesn't even belong to him". ୨୧ quinn list a lot of reasons as to why he wants to be a part of both her and grayson's lives before kissing her in the hallway. ୨୧ during the summer, calia and grayson join the hughes family and their friends at the lake house after visiting chase. ୨୧ ellen and jim adore the little boy, claiming them as their grandson & grayson begins to call them "pop pop" and "gigi".

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪┊CALIA & GRAYSON'S HOME!

#💌calialancaster #💌quinnhugesau #💌single!mom x quinn hughes #💌homeau #💌hockeymasterlist #💌hockeyimagine #💌hockeyau

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: that good good smut

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!}

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both.

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.”

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--”

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!”

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...”

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like.

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.”

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?”

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?”

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?”

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?”

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light.

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back.

“i’m just repeating what you said!!”

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen.

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--”

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--”

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.”

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.”

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.”

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.”

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths.

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can.

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung.

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for.

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.”

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual.

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate.

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?”

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.”

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?”

“window of opportunity passed.”

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.”

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him.

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?”

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.””

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits.

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.”

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?”

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.”

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome.

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock.

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.”

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable.

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders.

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more.

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly.

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed.

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.”

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words.

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.”

“it’s only a couple of blocks--”

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?”

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.”

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.”

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--”

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.”

“me? sleep with you?”

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.”

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.”

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting.

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.”

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing.

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.”

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake.

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?”

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.”

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths.

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours.

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.”

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?”

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed.

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs.

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core.

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief.

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for.

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you.

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy.

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?”

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop.

under the covers, his own legs twisted.

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard.

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake.

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further.

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle.

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back.

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own.

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly.

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you.

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself.

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did.

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum.

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.”

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly.

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?”

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access.

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it.

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room.

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?”

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise.

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure.

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural.

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it. “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.”

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened.

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear.

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand.

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--”

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!”

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks.

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened.

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?”

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...”

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room.

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.”

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body.

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real.

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?”

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?”

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth.

“i just...i just had this insane dream...”

“dream? about what?”

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed.

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be.

you leaned in closer, closing the gap.

“it went something like this.”

~🌹~

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To Feel Again [M]

Genre: light angst, romance

Warnings[!]: smut, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of adult toys

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

Words: 4.4k / One-shot

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Valentine's Day: the day of roses and hearts and chocolates and romantic candlelit dinners. When people proposed marriage and professed undying love.

You sighed, staring unseeing into your bowl of cornflakes as they succumbed to their milky grave and turned to soggy goop. Funny how a date on a calendar could open the pit of despair that lived somewhere near your stomach. It had to be near your stomach. You've been reasonably hungry until you've noticed the date and the pit opened. Your hunger had fallen into it, and the memories and pain rose out of it.

There was a time when this day had been wonderful. Life had been wonderful, you didn't need Valentine's Day, but you celebrated it with reverence and, sometimes, wild abandon.

You knew what love was, what it felt like to love a man and how it felt to lose him. You remembered what he'd said that last morning, how he'd kissed you; how the sun had lit his face as he smiled, promising he'd be back. You also remembered the police, how the sun seemed to dim as they told you the phrases out of courtesy. They were sorry for your loss. They will let you know of details as soon as the investigation on the accident comes to an end.

Since that time, Valentine's Day had passed unheralded, unheeded and uncelebrated. You knew you were a joke of the office - entering thirties soon and never been fucked, that's what they said. The borning woman who had no idea what fun was, wouldn't have known what to do with a man if by some miracle you did catch the attention of one. They were wrong, of course. Not that it was any of their business; it certainly didn't affect your ability to do your job.

If you chose to act and dress your age and spend your evenings quietly, rather than as mutton dressed as lamb in some gaudy nightclub, surely that was your right?

You sighed again, getting up from the table, taking your cereal bowl and dumping the gloop down the sink. A bleak day of petty jibes and pitying looks lay ahead. At least you knew what to expect this year.

Last year had been your first Valentine's Day with this particular company and, therefore, your first with this particular bunch of malicious people - your fellow employees. As front counter receptionist, you were the company's first "public face" and some of your co-workers had decided it didn't look good if that face wasn't surrounded by gifts from admirers on this day.

When the first bunch of anonymous flowers had arrived, you've been flustered, flattered and flabbergasted that anyone would send you flowers. You had hurriedly cleared a space on the counter for them, proudly displaying them, fussing with them to show them off at their best and make them visible from the greatest distance. You kept touching them, moving them slightly, reaffirming they were really there. Your heart sang; someone had noticed you. Maybe he was too shy to reveal himself; maybe he was married and couldn't: your mind was alive with questions, trying to solve the mystery of their origin. You were all in all happy.

Then a large box of chocolates arrived, closely followed by more flowers. By lunchtime, these had been joined by a little plush cherub, two red plush love hearts, a pair of earrings, three more bunches of flowers, four assorted boxes of chocolates and a large jar of candy hearts. They all carried the same anonymous message. And you knew then and there what is the catch behind this.

By the end of the day there were nine flower arrangements, ten boxes of chocolates, three cherubs, the two red love hearts, three teddy bears, two jars of candy, the earrings and a gift box containing four pairs of edible undies. Just before the close of business the final humiliation came - a fantastically wrapped see through box containing an inflatable male doll with vibrating tongue, a massive purple vibrating dildo and a copy of the Sex for The Beginners book.

You had to stay at your post until the last visitor or client left. But the rest of the staff was already heading out of the building. Some boggled at your desk, some snickered, a couple made loud crass comments and a very few had appeared horrified at the pile of stuff surrounding yourself. The building had almost emptied before that last visitor departed. You were sure that, too, was a set-up, particularly when you saw it was the client that had been visiting quite frequently lately.

Myungsoo ushered the man to the street and turned back to you as you gathered your coat and handbag, ready to escape.

"Gee, you're a popular girl. Who would have thought?" He reached your counter and began collecting up the flowers, grinning madly. "Let me help you with all that."

Before you could say a word, he bundled all the flowers, chocolates and assorted other items into your arms. You could barely see where you were going. Myungsoo put his arm around your back and shepherded you out the door, peeking at the vibrator in its transparent box. "There you go, sweetheart. Looks like you're definitely gonna get some action tonight." He turned smartly away, laughing as he rapidly put distance between the two of you.

You obviously had thrown the whole lot in the nearest dumpster and hurried to the relative sanctuary of your car before breaking down and sobbing, burying your head in your hands to hide from prying eyes of curious passer-bys.

Standing at your kitchen sink, you wondered what they'd pull this year. It couldn't be worse, could it? You sighed again and then abruptly shook your head, standing straighter. To hell with it - you were not going to let them get to you today.

It had already begun when you arrived. A bouquet of irises sat at the front of the counter. You were tempted to throw them straight in the garbage, but decided they were too pretty, too unusual. So they stayed. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked at the card, expecting it to say something sappy and insincere, as last year's cards had.

"You are worth far more than they will ever realise. Hear the flowers."

You pondered the card. Hear the flowers?

What on earth did that mean? You raised an eyebrow as you settled into your post: at least it seemed this year would be more intriguing than last. During quiet moments throughout the morning, you'd pick up the card, reread the cryptic message and study the beautiful bouquet, but its secret was never revealed.

No gifts arrived for you, no more flowers. You were relieved, but it only served to deepen the mystery of the flowers. As your lunch hour approached, other staff began filtering out of their offices to take a break. They all noticed the irises. Several of the women stopped and commented on their beauty. No one laughed.

As always, you left the building for lunch. You would usually grab a sandwich somewhere and do a bit of window shopping. Anything to get away for an hour - if you stayed in the office, someone always "needed" you for something.

When you returned, a neatly typed page was on your desk: "The meaning of flowers". One line was highlighted in blue: "Iris: Have Faith. Don't Give Up On Hope." A single purple violet was pinned to the page. You scanned the page to find "Violet (Purple): You occupy my thoughts". You put the page to one side, but still in view, unsure whether to laugh at it and throw it along with the flowers away before the punch line or wait it out. This was definitely a far more sophisticated assault than last year.

Throughout the afternoon a steady procession of couriers arrived, carrying flowers and gifts. You nervously watched each one approach your counter, only to breathe a sigh of relief as the teddy bears and hearts, the chocolates and flowers were all destined for other souls.

At 4:30PM a man approached your station: nothing unusual in that; everyone that came to see someone had to check in with you. What was unusual was that he actually saw you as a fellow human, not a robot programmed to take names and give directions. He smiled at you, a real smile that reached his eyes and warmed your heart. Something familiar in his eyes...

"Good afternoon. My name is Kim Doyoung. I have an appointment to speak to Choi Myungsoo. Would you mind letting him know I am here, please?"

Quickly, you dialled Myungsoo's extension, giving him the information. Myungsoo, as usual was brusque to the point of rude, telling you to "entertain the idiot 'till I'm ready for him - he's not supposed to be here for another 15 minutes".

You were tempted to tell the polite gentleman exactly what Myungsoo had said, but instead used your tact and diplomacy (that was why you were hired after all) to tell him that "Mr. Choi is a little delayed. He will be available in a few minutes."

With that being said, you offered him a seat.

Again he smiled. "Those are beautiful flowers," he said, nodding towards the iris bouquet. "A discerning choice for a lovely lady."

You lowered your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your face, knowing you were blushing.

His voice softened and became much quieter. "You don't remember me, do you?" Your eyes flew to his face, confused. Were you supposed to know this charming man?

"I had an appointment here at the same time, on this day last year. I was waiting outside for a taxi when you left. That was uncalled for, the whole situation that happened - mean and heartless and exactly what I would expect of Myungsoo and his friends. I deal with them only because I must. They offer a service unparalleled in this town."

He leaned across the counter, his voice so low only you could hear. "How they manage it, I cannot tell. They are pig swill and don't know a pearl when confronted with one." Doyoung paused, seeming to weigh up his next statement, then leaned closer to you. "Did you hear the flowers?"

Your eyes again flew to his face, your mouth falling open a little. "You sent them?"

"I did. And the violet. I had hoped to counter whatever crass display they had planned this year. Would you possibly consider spending the evening with me?" His face was eager, hopeful. "A nice dinner?"

You were stunned, flattered, amazed - but also wary. This was Myungsoo's client. He could easily have been put up to this. You studied his face closely, seeking any hint of a lurking cad. His face fell. "But, of course, you have other plans. I apologise for embarrassing you." He moved away and sat, abashed, on one of the hideous lounge chairs to await his appointment.

You studied this man. He didn't seem to fit the mould of Myungsoo's usual cohorts. For one thing he was unerringly polite. He was also good looking, very, very good looking, without being outstanding or flashy. He was also much closer to your age than Myungsoo's and had an air of quiet confidence, like he had nothing to prove to anyone and nothing to fear from them either. You looked at the flowers. Could Myungsoo have possibly thought of something this elegant? You didn't think so. You took a deep breath: to hell with it.

"Mr. Kim?" He looked up. "What time would you like to pick me up?"

In your bedroom, staring at the clothes hanging limply in your closet, the cool bravado that had claimed you as you agreed to the date vanished. In its place indecision, doubt and outright terror took hold. It seemed painfully obvious to you now, away from the office and that lovely man, that it was all another twisted joke, something for the office beautiful people to laugh at during tomorrow's coffee breaks. Why did you say yes? Your wardrobe was woefully inadequate. It was years since you'd been out with a man; you were bound to make a fool of yourself, even if it wasn't a set-up.

At that thought your heart jumped and lurched. The possibility that Mr. Kim - no, Doyoung; this was a date not a business appointment - was sincere in his wish to take you out only heightened your confusion and indecision.

Finally, in desperation and the realisation that if you didn't decide soon, you'd still be in your underwear when he arrived; you chose a chanel-knee length cremé skirt and baby pink cashmere sweater, topped off with knee length boots. The heels were quite high, but you remembered him being tall, so that wouldn't be an issue, as long as you didn't fall over in them.

You were saved from an overcritical examination in the mirror. You had just completed applying your makeup when Doyoung arrived. You grabbed your coat and quickly walked out the door, before you had time to rethink and back out.

"You look lovely," Doyoung said, smiling down at you. Feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks; you weren't used to receiving compliments, particularly from someone like him. You mumbled a shy thanks as he helped you put on your coat and led you to his car.

Sitting in the car as he drove, you were able to study the mysterious man that is Kim Doyoung. He was extremely handsome, not in the classical sense, but he certainly was far from a plain looking man - a man at peace with himself. He knew who he was and was content with that; he knew what he wanted and how to get it; and what was beyond his capabilities and lost no sleep over it. He obviously managed quite well; his car was expensive but not too flashy.

The restaurant he took you too was a quiet small place, away from the standard eat-and-entertain strip. It was intimate without claustrophobia; the decor was elegant without being overbearing; the lighting low but not dim; the service attentive without being intrusive. The food you could not describe - later, you barely remembered what you had eaten beyond it being "nice" - your attention was totally taken by Doyoung.

He was gallant and charming; helping you with your coat and holding your chair for you at the intimate table for two tucked away in a corner. Doyoung quietly suggested items on the menu he thought you might like. It was obvious he'd been here before, was a regular, but usually without company. His choice of wine was perfect to go with the excellent food as you enjoyed each other's company.

And you talked.

You learned a lot about him. Doyoung was 34, older than you had thought; he had been engaged, but his fiancé decided to break off the engagement for simply falling out of love. He had had a series of short term relationships that had petered out and, for the past several years, had lived a solitary life, rarely going out with women. He didn't work as such; his livelihood came from investments, which explained him being a client of the company you worked in. Myungsoo may be a jerk, but he was the one of the best investment brokers around.

He had been attracted to you the first time he met you, a year ago, but had been intimidated by the evidence of all your admirers. When he realised it was all a cruel joke played by his adviser and the other brokers, he was mortified. He had seriously considered changing brokers, going to another organisation but that would have meant he had no chance of meeting you again. So he stayed. He had been in your office on three occasions since then, and each time had seen your quiet, unflappable charm and how your talent and lovely nature were either ignored or taken for granted by those around you. He was determined to gain your attention, but without the office cricus freaks being able to use it against you, hence the mystery flower delivery this morning.

You found yourself opening up to Doyoung. He seemed sincerely interested in hearing what you had to say, hanging on your every word. It was a liberating and wonderfully powerful feeling. You weren't used to being the centre of anyone's attention. You told him of your pride at the independence since the loss of your lover, all those years ago. You were happy in your little home, content with your work, rarely coming to the attention of the office jokers.

It was over coffee that you admitted to Doyoung something you haven't admitted to yourself: your life was lonely and you missed the affection of another person. You missed the companionship of sharing your life with someone.

Immediately after the words had left your lips you regretted them. You have given away too much of yourself, been too forward. You lowered your eyes, not wanting to see the closed expression you knew would be on his face, so you didn't see the fleeting look of pain, quickly followed by understanding and hope.

However, you did feel his hand close over yours and squeeze lightly. You looked up into a face of gentle eyes and soft smile. "Would you like to take a walk with me," he said quietly. "I think it's time we leave - they want to close the restaurant anyway."

You looked around yourself noticing that you two were the only people other than staff left in the restaurant, and many of the lights were dimmed. You gasped in wonder - you had no idea you've been there so long. "Yes, a walk would be lovely."

Doyoung ushered you along the street and across a small, neat park to a promenade along the riverbank. It was enough lit to feel safe and you walked along arm in arm. You felt his arm snake around your waist hugging you closer to him, and you snuggled against him, your arm around his back. The moon was up, the stars were out and the night was peaceful and clear.

Your heart was singing and your eyes sparkled. You've been right to take this gamble. He was sincere, and it was wonderful. But the night was late, and it was rather cold.

You shivered. Doyoung felt it immediately and turned off the promenade proposing to head back toward the street where he had left the car. "I'd better take you home. It wouldn't be much of a date if you ended up ill."

At your door, Doyoung formally thanked you for a lovely evening and asked if he could see you again. You smiled and surprised yourself only a little by reaching up and kissing him lightly on the lips before saying: "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

Doyoung blinked, looking mildly bemused for a moment before studying your face. "Are you sure?"

Oh, most definitely, you were sure. You have thought of nothing else since you two have left the river. He looked right, he felt right, and he smelt right. You wanted him but was sure he'd never make a move. He was too much of a gentleman to ever force the issue.

You took his hand and led him into your home, kicking the door closed with your foot, shutting out the rest of the world with its mean people and ugly attitudes. You reached up to kiss him again. This time he lowered his head to yours, cradling your face in his hands as he returned the kiss. The lips met and parted, allowing the tongues to join and caress each other. His hands moved down from your face to caress your body, yours moving up from his hips. Both of you parted, searching each other's faces for confirmation of your desires.

"I think we're on the same page," you said. "Why don't you leave your coat on the couch? Do you want the nightcap now, or after the tour?"

"I'll put a hold on the nightcap," Doyoung answered, reading the desire in your eyes and knowing it was mirrored in his while stripping off the coat.

"Right."

You took his hand again. "This is the lounge. There," you pointed to the right, "is the kitchen and dining room. This way," pulling him down the hall, "is the second bedroom, the bathroom and," dragging him through a doorway, "here is the main bedroom."

"Very nice," he said, looking around, trying not to focus on the bed.

Suddenly shy, you both looked at anything but each other, awkward in a lack of intimate knowledge of each other. Doyoung tentatively reached out a hand to you, aiming to caress your breast, veering off at the last moment to your shoulder, but still lightly brushing your breast with his fingertips. Your gasped breath emboldened him and he reached his other hand, caressing your other breast lightly as you shivered under his touch and sighed.

Your own hands went to his chest, running down the front of his shirt and back up, then beginning to undo the buttons, pulling the shirt from his trousers and teasing his bare skin with your fingers.

Doyoung pulled his shirt off and then raised the sweater over your head and off the arms, moving in to kiss you as his hands went around your back to undo the clasps of a bra and returned to cup your breasts. The sensation on your breasts as he caressed and pinched the nipples sent a sharp message straight between your legs. You could feel yourself becoming moist and shuddered under his touch; breath becoming uneven.

Pushing him away you removed the skirt, letting it pool at your feet while looking into his eyes. Doyoung took the hint and began unbuckling his belt, then grinned foolishly and sat beside you to take off his socks, sneaking kisses of your neck and shoulders as he did so. You both stood again, slightly apart. He dropped his trousers and you could see his briefs pushed out of shape by his erection, the fabric straining.

Doyoung stepped up, taking you in his arms, kissing down your neck and across the collarbone, his hands lowering to your hips, sliding under the elastic and beginning to tug your panties down. Your own hands flew to the top of his briefs. Together, you pulled down the underwear, stepping out of them and standing naked before each other. Again Doyoung moved first, holding you and gently pushing backwards onto the bed, following after you onto it.

He ran one hand down the body of yours, teasing and tickling the beginning of your womanhood and beyond, teasing you with his fingers, tickling across your mound and easing around your damp centre. You moaned as he explored, your hips twisting and twitching. It had been so long since another man had touched you there. It felt amazing, wonderful, but achingly short of what you needed. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. Reaching down, you took his cock into your hand. It was hot, hard and pulsed under your touch. Doyoung groaned and his hips jerked convulsively. You kissed him hard and whispered fiercely, "Please, it's been too long. I need you, now."

"For me too, far too long," Doyoung gasped back, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself before gently splitting your lips and sliding steadily but firmly into you. Your moans were prominent in the air as he stretched and filled you right, not stopping his steady thrust until he was wholly inside you, your warm walls gripping him tightly. Your eyes met and locked as you lay still, immersed in the feeling of each other's body.

Being warm, wet and a safe haven, you were engulfing his cock. Doyoung was filling you with his hard heat, owning your body completely. You fit each other perfectly; you could see it in each other's eyes. You belonged together.

As great as this feeling was, you needed more. Doyoung slowly withdrew, till only the very tip split you. Both groaning as he pushed back in, again slowly feeling each other with delectable inch. Slowly in and out, in and out, revelling in the feeling of each other's bodies, gradually building up speed as your need increased.

You could feel the fire building, the tension increasing as sensation on sensation smashed into you with each thrust, your body twitching, your hips writhing. Still it built; higher, tighter, fiercer. Your entire being was wrapped around Doyoung's cock as it pumped in and out of you. You could hear him grunting with each thrust, feel his body trembling as he got closer to his climax. His speed increased and you breath got caught in your throat, your back arched, legs went stiff as you began to twitch when the white light exploded through you, spreading warmth and scattering your senses.

You felt, from far away but deep within you, Doyoung losing his rhythm before coming, pumping wildly into you, grunting and thrusting hard one last time as he shot deep inside you feeling spent but overly fulfilled.

Your hand was making lazy circles on Doyoung's chest as you lay, curled against his side with a head on his shoulder. You weren't sure how you've come to be in this position, but it felt so right and he smelled so good.

You were at peace while drifting off to sleep.

Waking up without feeling body by your side, you immediately felt the loss. Doyoung wasn't there. Your heart dropped, the pit near your stomach threatened to open and engulf it. Sensing the tears coming up, you accidentally feel something on your side with a hand.

He wasn't there. But there was a note.

"I am so sorry. I hate to leave you, knowing you will wake alone. There is something I must do."

You had just finished reading when the phone rang, disturbing your thoughts. Grudgingly, you moved to answer it. "Hello."

"Wish I was still beside you."

Your heart flipped again. The pit dissolved so you could breathe again before whispering, "Doyoung."

"Y/N. Tell me, what are you planning for breakfast?"

"Uhm. Coffee? Maybe some toast. Why?"

"Don't move. I'm on my way. With breakfast. And it's better than toast."

You lay back in bed, listening to the dial tone after he hung up. Surprised, you smile softly. You must remember to thank Myungsoo for introducing them.

If this is how you will feel loved and feel free to love again, you have no complaints.

Your new chapter is about to begin and hopefully, it will last for a very long time with a man named Kim Doyoung.

#one shot #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fanfiction #doyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung scenarios #doyoung fanfic #doyoung smut #romance #nct romance #nct angst #nct 127 #nct u #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fanfic

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ivyaugustetc · 3 years ago

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the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all

#dead poets society #dead poets society headcannons #todd anderson #neil perry #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #nuwanda #knox overstreet #steven meeks #stephen meeks #richard cameron #james stuchelli #ginny danburry #chris noel

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hawkins-losers · 3 years ago

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My little rockstar (part 1) | Robin Buckley x OC

notes: This fic will be posted on ao3 once it’s completed. Also, the character of Teresa is mine, please don’t steal

Summer of 1986

''No, Edwin, we're not renting E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial again.''

''But, Mom said I could,'' the little boy protested, vhs already in his hands.

Teresa shook her head. ''I don't care, I'm not watching that movie again. Pick something else.''

Unhappy, Edwin stomped his foot. ''I want E.T.,'' he insisted. ''Please, please, please, plea-''

Having heard their conversation, a guy with messy, swoopy hair stepped in. ''I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but may I suggest a movie for the little one?'' He had a green vest over his tee shirt, which meant he worked at the video store.

Teresa shrugged. Why not?

The employee picked a vhs from the shelf with two funky looking men on the cover. ''Here. Back to the Future. It came out a year ago, but it's still a success for the young crowd and enjoyable for the older ones. Perfect for when you're babysitting.'' His eyes shifted to the brown haired boy next to Teresa. He couldn't be older than eight. ''The movie should keep him entertained until bedtime.''

''Okay, we'll take it.'' She grabbed the vhs from the employee and turned to her brother. ''If you but the movie back, I'll let you get a candy.'' Edwin's eyes gleamed and he quickly put the vhs on the shelf. ''Thank you for saving my night. I can't watch that movie again. I think I can recite all the lines by now.''

After getting a movie for herself, Teresa dragged Edwin to the register counter before he got his hands on too many candies. He already had two chocolate bars and a massive lollipop.

''Ready to check out?'' a girl with a half ponytail asked with a smile. She had big blue eyes and freckles on her face. Robin, the name tag said.

Teresa smiled back at her. ''Yes.'' She put the movies and candies on the counter.

''Put the lady's rent on me. I helped her,'' the boy who made the movie suggestion called out, coming over to the counter.

Robin glanced down at the movies in front of her. ''Back to the Future? This was your doing?'' she asked her co-worker, full of judgement. Robin shook her head in disappointment. ''Don't listen to that dingus. Steve's suggestions are shit. If you're babysitting, I’ll let you in on a magic trick: make them watch something scary. When they go to bed, you'll just have to tell them that the monster will come for them if they try to get out of their bed and I guarantee you they won't get out.''

Although a little evil, Robin's plan was smart. Teresa would likely lose her babysitting job if she did that, but Edwin was her brother. At worst, she'd be grounded.

''So, I should switch it for The Shining? I think my parents have an axe in the shed. Should scare my little brother just enough.''

Robin grinned. ''Finally someone who has taste and humor.''

#robin buckley #robin buckley x oc #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years ago

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Good Omens - Afternoon Delight (Rated M)

Summary: When Aziraphale invites Crowley over for some 'afternoon delight', Crowley daydreams about finally making love to his angel. But there's a chance that Crowley may be misinterpreting Aziraphale's invitation. (1576 words)

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"Crowley!? My boy, are you there? Are you all right? What was that frightful noise?"

"It's... it's nothing! I'm all right!" Crowley rambles as he drops to his knees and scrabbles for his phone. It slipped from his grasp after Aziraphale extended an unexpected invitation, and in response, Crowley blacked out for a few. "Could you just... ?" He knocks it with his knee, sending it careening across the marble floor like a hockey puck. With a growl and a frustrated snap of his fingers, he puts the call on speaker, then sits nearby, feeling it safer if he continues this conversation while planted firmly on his bum. "Could you repeat wot you said? So I know I've heard you right?"

Aziraphale sniffs in mild annoyance but cheerfully repeats, "I thought you might like to stop by for a little afternoon delight!"

"Yeah. That's wot I thought you said." Crowley swallows hard, his mind spinning in a dozen directions as he tries to sort out an appropriate response. Since he didn't foresee himself being in this situation today, he doesn't know where to begin. Left to its own devices, his brain lands on the least important, and the most ludicrous, reaction: how does an angel who doesn't particularly like bebop even know that reference?

"Ungh... now?" he asks in disbelief because, well, now? After all the time they've known one another, there hasn't been a single mention of them having sex. Not a nibble. And now, all of a sudden, all at once? With no pretense, no awkward explanations, no negotiating?

An outright invite as if Aziraphale were speaking on something no more extraordinary than afternoon tea.

Not that Crowley hasn't thought about it. He has definitely thought about it, and at length. He just wasn't certain Aziraphale had, naive bastard that he is.

Well. Now he knows.

"Yes, now," Aziraphale replies, getting huffy.

"You want to share an afternoon delight... with me?" Crowley can sense Aziraphale growing short and becomes anxious that he may renege on his invitation, but he has to know that this is what angel means.

"Yes! An afternoon delight with you! I know it's going on supper, but the opportunity has arisen, and I'm too excited to wait till tomorrow!"

"Are you really?" Crowley asks, warming up to the idea of driving over to Aziraphale's bookshop to satisfy his angel's spontaneous desire for sex.

"Oh yes! I thought I could wait, but the more I think about it, the more I need to get it in my mouth immediately!"

"Ngk!" Crowley's cock, twitching with interest, rockets to full attention. He's thankful he made the decision to leave his phone on the floor. The way his hands go tingly and cold, it was destined to fall again. "Okay, then. I'll come over straight away... for an afternoon delight."

"Great!" Aziraphale says, sounding immensely pleased. "Do get a wiggle on. After all the effort I put into beating it stiff, it would be a shame to see it soften."

Crowley responds with only a guttural noise after that as he chokes on his tongue.

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Crowley drives to Aziraphale's bookshop as if God Herself is hot on his heels, threatening to hose him down with Holy Water. Normally he delights in the chaos he creates while speeding through the streets of London, weaving in and out of traffic, sending pedestrians scurrying for safety. But not today. Today, his mind is installed elsewhere.

Between Aziraphale's thighs, for one - his lips lingering on the delicate skin behind angel's knees before Crowley spreads his legs apart and...

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Slow down, for God's sake!"

"Arsehole!"

That last one, coming from a bent old lady eighty years older than Moses, breaks him momentarily out of his daydream and makes him chuckle. But, quickly, he's transported back to the magical realm of Aziraphale's corporeal form, starts to sweat at thoughts of kissing Aziraphale's plump, bitten lips, his soft moans filling the air with lusty amalgamations of Crowley's name. He's heard Aziraphale say his name hundreds of times before in as many different ways, though mainly in exasperation.

Begging would be a new, delicious addition to that collection.

Crowley parks his car out front, half-on/half-off the curb. He leaves it up to his Bentley to lock up and barrels up the steps of A. Z. Fell and Co., bursts through the double doors without contemplating the best way to make an entrance. Aziraphale opted for the direct approach with his invitation.

Crowley decides to follow suit and do the same.

And he's greeted by... nothing. Musty air and silence. But that doesn't stop him. He's there for a purpose, and with Aziraphale's express permission.

To finally make love to his angel.

"Aziraphale? I'm here!" Crowley calls, snapping his fingers to lock the doors and pull the shades. "I've arrived! Where are you?" He unbuttons his shirt, undoes the fly to his trousers, and begins to undress, searching the stacks and shelves. He sheds each article as he stumbles through, leaving them in his wake. If he weren't a demon, his dry cleaning bill would be atrocious.

One of the perks of his job.

But, honestly, he couldn't care less. He's waited for this moment for so damn long he can taste it, sweet on his tongue like candy floss. In his head, he feels Aziraphale and only Aziraphale, knows he's somewhere close by and alone.

Waiting for him.

Crowley imagines the level of undressed Aziraphale may be as well. No bow tie and with his top button undone? That right there is enough to make Crowley’s mouth water - hints of pale, perfect skin peeking out from beneath his baby blue shirt. Or will he go further? Jacket gone, waistcoat hanging open, shirt buttons opened to part way down, sleeves rolled up and showing off his impressive forearms?

Oof.

Crowley stops walking to take that thought in, let it wash through him and feed his erection instead of disrupting it prematurely.

And what about the state of his trousers? Button unbuttoned, zip lowered, waistband shrugged to his hips, waiting for Crowley to reach out a hand and take the next step, trembling fingertips sneaking underneath the smoothest cotton fabric known to man…

“Good lord,” Crowley murmurs, stuttering to a halt one more time as he steps into a ring of light. His eyelids flutter shut as the light glows brighter, and another voice echoes his with its own utterance of, “Good lord.”

Crowley grins. He recognizes that voice.

“Aziraphale?”

“Who else were you expecting?”

Crowley opens his eyes and finds angel… slightly more dressed than Crowley had anticipated.

Aziraphale stares at Crowley wide-eyed, a flush of rose climbing up his neck, his holy aura as blinding as his cheeks. "Crowley! Why on Earth have you taken off your clothes!?"

“Uh… I don’t know?” Crowley looks Aziraphale up and down. Not only is he fully dressed, but he’s wearing an apron to boot.

So more dressed than usual.

“And you’ve tossed them all over.” Aziraphale tuts, shakes his head. “They’ll be ruined.”

Crowley is tempted to agree, gather them all up, put them on, and blow this off like one big joke. But he’s so genuinely baffled, he can’t force himself to act. "I... uh... might be confused. Why am I here again?"

"For some afternoon delight!"

Crowley nods, his head pounding from a loss of blood that’s causing other areas of his human-shaped form to throb. "And you know wot that is?"

"Of course, I do!"

"And you don't think that undressing might be in order?"

"Heavens no! Unless you're concerned about getting your clothes dirty… ” Aziraphale leans to one side and peeks over Crowley’s bare shoulder “… not that that makes much difference now. But you've always been a tidy eater."

Crowley's back teeth clench around a whine. Eat! Yes! Eat! Isn’t that what he’s here for (among other things)? "Eat wot, exactly?"

"This." Aziraphale gestures proudly to a round table in the center of the room, urging Crowley, with eager blue eyes, to investigate. Crowley shuffles over, too curious to be concerned by his nakedness. He looks down at the dessert sitting on its silver plate, surrounded by Aziraphale’s tea service, and quirks an eyebrow.

“A cake?”

“Yes.”

"That's not wot afternoon delight means, angel."

"Of course, it does."

"How do you figure?"

"It says so right here in my cookbook." Aziraphale grabs a book from the table, its cover worn from decades of man-handling and food spills. He opens to a page marked by a tattered red ribbon and clears his throat. "Five-Layer Afternoon Delight: a strawberry and chocolate mousse confection divided by layers of pecans and meringue atop a light-as-air angel food cake slathered with sweet cream."

"That does sound scrummy," Crowley says, whimpering at the mention of angel food slathered in cream.

"Doesn't it?" Aziraphale sets the book aside so he can cut a slice for his companion. "Besides, I thought it would be the perfect prelude."

"Yeah?" Crowley snaps his clothes back on and takes a seat, reaching for his plate. Dusty and humiliated, he crosses his legs to kill his erection. He picks up his fork and prepares to tuck in, resigned to the fact that this is the only angel cake he's going to get his lips around. "Prelude to what?"

"To sex," Aziraphale says, grinning like a beast when he hears the China plate hit the floor.

#good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley

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rvmmm21 · 3 years ago

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I would like some soft things 🥺 More Jindo!Wannie?

look at all this [spits] self-indulgence. also that pink fever medicine i have a personal vendetta against. it was an actual thing from my childhood and it wasn’t pretty.

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The vampiress knows something’s up the minute she stirs to the sound of soft sniffling and clogged breathing. She glances a sleepy gaze down at where there’s slightly too much warmth radiating from the little body curled into her front. Something pulls at her heartstrings hearing her baby let out shivery whines as her body fights a temperature. Poor puppy isn’t having the best of luck in the health department, it seems.

But, it’s just a small cold, nothing to fret about! A spoonful of fever medicine, some butter biscuits and an extra heap of mummy’s love is all the TLC she needs, right? It’s not the end of the world—

— is it?

From the grippy hands and the pleading whimpers when she tries to get up from the bed, it kind of sounds like it is. Curse everything for always being so far away.

“No leave, mummy,” Seungwan hiccups out, blinking wide, shiny eyes. She sounds like she’s at death’s door and Joohyun tries to hold in a laugh at her poor, painful baby, cruel as it may seem. “Wannie… h-hurts…”

The way the tears burn a bit more than usual only makes Seungwan want to cry harder. Joohyun coos, reaching over to grab a tissue from the bedside table to tenderly dab at tear-streaked, cotton-candy cheeks. “Shh, it’s okay, puppy. Mummy’s just going to get things to make Wannie feel better, don’t need to cry. Be a big girl and stay here for me, okay?”

Joohyun darts her eyes to a small friend peeking out from the edge of Seungwan’s pillow. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she readies herself for her Emmy Award Winning role as Loving Vampire Mum, co-star to Seungwan’s melodrama and fever tears. Pippin finds himself plucked from his regular cozy spot and held nose to nose with his creator.

“Oh Pip,” Joohyun makes sure she sees those chocolate ears twitch in response to their second favourite name in the world before continuing to instruct, “Wannie isn’t feeling very well today. She’s very strong and brave, but she still needs lots of love while I’m gone, okay? Can you do that for me?” From the corner of her eye, a tiny arm outstretches in the direction of the mouse to lightly grab at the cotton tail dangling from her grasp. Her smile softens and she delicately places him in Seungwan’s open palm before swiftly making an exit, all too eager to return for an all-day cuddle.

Left all alone and too sickly to even formulate the words, Seungwan simply presses his tummy beans to her hot forehead, hoping her best friend can read her mind.

Is Wannie gonna die?

Pippin can’t answer that, he can’t really say much. He would say ‘no’ if he could, give her kisses if he could. But he just looks at her through his criss-cross button eye and offers his poorly owner a soothing scent and a comforting squeeze. Seungwan gratefully accepts, giving him a weak little sniff before snuggling back down into the duvet, burying her nose into Joohyun’s pillow.

A few moments later, the vampiress returns to a frowning puppy, eyes closed and cradling her stuffie. Moving as silently as she can, Joohyun sets the tray of medication and biscuits and milk down on the table. She catches a fluffy ear tip between her fingers and then sandwiches the warm thing gently between her palms to gauge the fever level.

Oh, ouch. Poor baby. You definitely need a spoonful.

She looks down at the bright pink bottle, then the snoozing pup. Her next challenge is taking the gamble with Seungwan’s cooperation. Medicine time doesn’t usually sit very well with Seungwan, and Joohyun definitely knows this. Come on Wannie, be a good girl today.

She can only breathe a sigh of relief when Seungwan sits up all by herself, hanging her head that weighs as much as a bowling ball, mocha-latte ears drooping so lifelessly they almost disappear into messy locks of golden-brown. Despite this, the girl instinctively begins mumbling nonsense when Joohyun leans down to press loving kisses to the base of her ears.

“Okay baby,” Joohyun whispers right into a sad ear between kisses, soft breaths ruffling the fur. “You ready? It’ll be over before you know it.”

The slightest nod.

“Alright Wannie-ah, here it comes.”

Seungwan screws her eyes shut and holds her breath. It tastes awful— and then it’s over.

Watery eyes unmistakably sparkle when her treat for being such a well-behaved pup is held up to her nose. She takes a couple of mandatory, searching sniffs to absorb the thrill of a butter biscuit before excited crunches fill the room. Joohyun’s eyes fall to the intermittent puffing from underneath the duvet accompanied by small, dull thuds.

“Wannie! Happy tail already?” A smile caresses her lips as she lifts the weight off Seungwan’s legs to allow wagging fluff to spring free.

Seungwan distractedly murmurs a stuffed-cheeked thank you. “Mm, luv yu mummie.”

Joohyun gets back into her side of the bed and looks down at a puppy who’s definitely already starting to feel better. “Gift-wrapped?” She asks a question she surely knows the answer to.

Crescent moon eyes form as soon as Seungwan gets the duvet snugly tucked under her. ‘Gift-wrapping’ was a term coined by Joohyun as a fun way of satiating Seungwan’s curiosity as to how her Christmas presents must feel waiting under the tree all night. But secretly, it’s Joohyun’s way of letting her Wannie know how precious she is to her. More than any gift in the world.

After the initial worming around has settled and Seungwan feels herself succumb to sleep again, Joohyun picks up a patiently waiting Pippin from the edge of the bed and tucks him in with Seungwan. He’s nice and toasty warm, nestled safely right under her chin so she can sniff him whenever she needs to.

Joohyun’s heart melts at the way those fluffy triangles are starting to flick fondly at being a puppy burrito snuggled in bed with the two loves of her life. Suddenly, Seungwan squirms to reach for another dino biscuit, ruining her burrito slightly. She fixes it with a predatory gaze before obliterating it to crumbs.

Well, three loves.

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vague image of what i imagine Pippin to be like.

#red velvet #wenrene #hybrid au #fluff #it's been a while but i love them very much #i'll see you soon with something else if i dont fall off the earth for another week.#i don't know if you even wanted a sick fic but you handed me the reigns and i yippee-ki-yayed into the sunset.#i swear writing this kind of stuff makes me tap into something far more primal than frothing at the mouth yandere.#i was sick myself writing this so i had somewhere to channel the pathetic imagery.#i have so much work but here's pippin in my head lol.

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little-buzz · 3 years ago

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Under the Sun

Cross and Harper belong to jakei95.

AU: Underverse Studios.

Word count: 1229.

I know that this is a rarepair ship! It's very much a rarepair. But I began thinking about it and I think these two would be adorable together! Please note that my memory of Underverse isn't very good, so I could've gotten the information wrong! This may be OOC as well, so I'm sorry for that. If you liked it, please let me know! As always, I hope you have a lovely day/night!

“Y’know, it’s a shame we didn’t meet in the story,” whined Harper, as they took a seat beside Cross under the tree.

The small skeleton shrugged.

“It wasn’t up to me,” replied Cross.

Harper hummed in response before they pulled something out of their back pocket. It was a chocolate bar. They smirked as Cross immediately lunged at them, desperately trying to reach the candy bar.

They held it high above his head.

“Gimme the chocolate!” hissed Cross angrily.

“Admit you enjoy my presence and I’ll give you the sweet,” chuckled Harper.

Cross folded his arms before a hue of purple blossomed on his cheekbones. His skull whipped to the side. “Hell no!” shrieked the monster.

Harper began to unwrap the bar, a shit-eating grin on their face as they did so. “How unfortunate, I guess I’ll eat it then~” they sang.

The actor panicked as sweat beaded down his skull. Against his better judgement, he said; “I-I enjoy your presence!” he yelped, earning a few glances from his co-workers.

He watched as Epic snickered from where he sat on a chair. More blush rose to Cross’ cheekbones. His Toriel couldn’t help but smile, her eyes fond at their playful banter.

“Here you go, sir,” hummed Harper as they handed the chocolate over to their crush friend.

Cross grumbled under his teeth, throwing his hoodie up before he snatched the chocolate from Harper’s grasp. And then he teleported away in embarrassment.

The human pursed their lips as their friend, Burgerpants, approached them, taking a seat across from them.

“I’m impressed Cross hasn’t attacked you yet,” nodded Burgerpants.

Harper scratched the back of their neck nervously. “... Did I tease him too much?” they inquired.

The monster shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry about it, Harps. It doesn’t take a lot to rile up Cross,” he explained.

“I’d say give him some time and talk to him later. I heard he didn’t have that good of a day. He was struggling with his lines earlier and XGaster was giving him shit for it,” said Burgerpants solemnly.

Harper scoffed, anger beginning to boil in their stomach. “Ugh, I’m so sick of him! He truly lives up to the name of a monster,” grumbled the brunette.

Burgerpants nodded in understanding. He rose, offering his hand for the other to take.

“Considering we’re on break, wanna go find Mettaton and see what he’s up to?” asked the man.

Harper’s eyes glistened in excitement at the mere mention of their idol.

“Yes!” cheered the brown-eyed human.

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Harper sighed, bouncing anxiously on the balls of their feet. Nervously, they nodded at the door in front of them.

They heard annoyed murmurs on the other side of the door as it swung open, revealing Cross.

He wore dark pajama pants that reached his skeletal ankles with a white shirt, a carton of chocolate milk in the middle of the fabric.

Oh, that was adorable.

They held in a squeal as Cross gazed up at the human. “What do you want?” growled the small skeleton.

“Uh… I was wondering if you wanted to hang out…?” offered Harper.

Cross rolled his white eye-lights before he laughed bitterly.

“Why would I wanna hang out with you after what happened earlier on set?” said Cross venomously.

He noticed there was a tote bag in their left hand with a design of Mettaton’s face on said bag. He arched a brow-bone. He pointed at the bag.

“Why do you have a bag?” asked Cross.

Harper rummaged through the bag before they revealed several chocolate bars. “Would this win you over?” said the human.

Cross’s eye-lights changed into stars for a moment, practically beaming with joy. He coughed into his hand to ignore his small outburst. He opened the door wider.

“Fine. But you can’t stay for long! I have a long ass shoot tomorrow for the next episode and I need to go to bed early,” muttered the actor.

“Understood,” answered Harper.

Cross guided Harper through his apartment.

It wasn’t the first time they'd been there, but they realized his home was very messy from their last visit. There were empty pizza boxes on the ground and various amounts of rotten or expired food on the coffee-table.

They held in their disgust as Cross shoved several pieces of clothing to the side that were in his way. Cross took a seat on the couch (which was the most clean out of everything they’ve seen in his apartment). Harper silently sat beside him before they offered the tote bag to him, which he gladly dug in to.

Their eyes darted around his apartment, looking at every nook and cranny in the corners of the room. They shot up, placing their hands on their hips.

“Your lovely home desperately needs a clean up! Luckily for you, I’m great at fixing things up, considering I’m a part of Mettaton’s crew!” exclaimed Harper before they quickly got to work.

Cross blinked as he chewed on his candy. He swallowed before he asked; “I didn’t ask for your help…”

Harper turned their head around as they began picking up the articles of clothing sprawled on the ground. “Hmm? I just assumed you needed some help! I can stop, if you want,” responded Harper.

Cross shrugged indifferently. “I won’t say no to free cleaning services,” said Cross.

Harper snorted, shaking their head as they threw out various items on the ground. They deposited the dirty clothing in the hamper that floated near them from Cross, using his magic to do so.

Once the human finished, they wiped away the sweat that formed on their forehead. Their eyes darted towards Cross, who was fast asleep on the couch with many chocolate wrappers around him, cradling the tote bag in his arms.

They noticed there was a smear of chocolate at the end of his teeth. They approached him before they stroked the excess chocolate away from Cross’ teeth, making him stir for a moment before he relaxed.

Realizing their sudden action, blush erupted onto their cheeks as they tiptoed to the kitchen to clean their hands. They returned to the living room afterward, resting beside Cross before they maneuvered his skull onto their lap.

Gently, oh-so-gently, they caressed his skull, their index finger running across his jawbone softly. They hummed a tune under their breath, fluttering their eyes closed.

Minutes, maybe hours, passed in comfortable silence before a quiet whimper filled the air. Harper’s eyes locked onto Cross’ figure, realizing the sound came from him.

He was having a nightmare.

Fright swirled around Harper like a serpent killing its prey. They shushed him, rubbing his back to soothe him.

He shot awake, stumbling off the couch in a blindsighted panic.

Cross stared wildly at his surroundings before his eye-lights stopped at Harper’s concerned expression. He curled in on himself as Harper proceeded forward towards him, taking a seat next to him.

Neither said a word as Harper silently offered their hand towards Cross, who hesitantly intertwined his phalanges with their fingers. He scooted closer towards them before he rested his skull on their upper arm, as he was too short to reach their shoulder.

“Tell anyone this and you’re dead,” warned Cross, but there wasn’t a threat in his tone.

“I got it, Cross,” uttered Harper as they stroked their thumb across Cross’s skeletal hand.

#undertale #undertale au #crarper #cross sans #xtale #underverse #cross x harper #harper x cross #harper #harper the human #undertale imagine #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction

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enjennie · 4 years ago

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The 7Dream café was strange.

It wasn't because of the seven dashing young men that run it, nor was it how the café gave you the weirdest of vibes that kept you coming back but it's that the café seemed to have came out of nowhere.

You lived in a small town, if a new building, more importantly a café, was coming into construction surely it would be the talk of the town. Alas, no noise until its grand opening. Maybe you weren't as updated with the latest news nowadays...

After your best friend practically dragged you to the conjunction, you found yourself at its entrance. Catching a whiff of the freshly baked goodies, freshly brewed coffee and catching sight of the boys that worked the establishment.

Of course, the boys were a major part of the reason why your friend was so persistent in coming.

"I heard that the baristas are such eye candies," she gushes. "But honestly, I've already got my eye on the delivery guy,"

"Jesus, even the delivery guy can't escape you," you chuckled lightly at your friend.

You had found seats near the kitchen area where you could see the bakers at work by the window, piping icing on cakes and taking out new batches of cookies from the oven. A dirty blonde boy looked up from his workspace, catching you looking and giving you a wink.

The sudden gesture took you by surprise, and you widen your eyes. He laughs, averting his eyes back down to the cake he was decorating.

"A-are we ready to order?" You tear your eyes away from the young man and turn to your friend, who held a menu in her hand.

The two of you walk over to the counter. Luckily, it wasn't too packed as you'd chosen a time when the highschool girls would be in school and wouldn't hog the café seats gawking at these boys. Your university was only a few blocks away. How convenient.

At the counter, you're greeted by a boy with a smile that could cure cancer. He leaned against the counter, black hair falling over his forehead looking effortlessly stunning. "Hi, love. Welcome to 7dream Café, what can I get for you?"

"I'll have a Namericano, two shots," you raise two fingers at him, not being able to get over how a man this beautiful can exist. Jaemin, his name tag read. He types the order into the cash register and your total is summed at the screen in front of you.

"Good choice. Cramming tonight?" Jaemin chuckled. You shot him a smile before shaking your head. "Just like my coffee strong,"

"Jeno, a namericano please. Two shots, for the gorgeous lady," Jaemin calls over to the other boy behind him.

The Jeno in question turns his head, looking over at you and flashing you his pearly whites as he laughed, eyes forming crescents as he does so. "Are you sure they don't want a Jenofrappe?" He laughs. "Kidding. Your name?" he grabs a cup and a pen ready to write your name on it.

"Y/N," you replied, a little stunned by his visuals. A defined face with the softest eyes.

"Coming up, Y/N,"

You've heard your name uttered millions of times, but the way Jeno said it was probably your favourite.

You pay up and leave your friend to manage her orders. On your way back to the seats, you come in collision with a man in a suit. He had golden blonde hair and striking eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" The boy apologized profusely. You're quick to wave away his apologies and offer your own. He had a name tag, which means he worked here. God, you were meeting just about everyone on here and you only came for an americano coffee.

"Chenle, you clutz," a boy who had watched things unfold was laughing in a booth just next to you. He was on his laptop, the Photoshop tab open. The café's logo flashed on it. Did all these boys work here?

"It's completely fine," you say. "I wasn't looking at where I was headed,"

"Looking elsewhere, were we?" The boy from the kitchen was now coming towards you, a cookie in hand. He had a round face and full cheeks. Everything about the boy was round from his eyes to his full lips. Of course, another gorgeous man who worked here.

"Chenle, Mark and I made a new batch but we tweaked around with the recipe a little," he extends his arm out to you. "Would you like to try it?"

You thought about how denying would possibly make the situation more awkward than it already was. You take it from his hands and the boy beams. A sun was drawn on it and it looked like an ordinary cookie. You took a bite, it's chewy and sweet. Scrumptious. The three boys were now looking at you, awaiting your judgment.

You raise a thumbs up, "Great!"

The baker balls his fist in success and Chenle laughs, finding his co-worker amusing. "Haechan one, Mark zero,"

When you finally get back to your booth, your friend had just sat back down. The orders would be brought by someone shortly.

"What do you think so far?" You ask, leaning over the counter and resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

"Overhyped," your friend frankly discloses, causing you to burst into fits of giggles. "But the boys are definitely something else," she adds. You agree. They were all a character. The café looked minimalistic, with little decorations and art pieces hung on the walls, but the ambiance they provided made up for it.

A few minutes go by and you hear the ding of a bell before you see another boy walking towards your table. Tall and handsome. A little timid, at first glance. He carried the tray of drinks over as if his life depended on it. He did it in such an adorable manner that you didn't care if it took him a little too long to reach your booth.

"Two shots n-namericano and a Hamjji Choco latté" he read from the receipt stuck underneath the drinks. "Ah, and complementary cake from Chenle and Mark," he places two plates of cake slices on the table. It's chocolate cake with orange icing. Like the one the boy was working on behind the glass earlier. You look over at him only to instantly regret it as you catch him looking right back at you.

You and your friends thank the boy and he scurries away, a shy smile on his face.

"Cute," your best friend giggles, taking a sip of her latté. She seldom drank coffee, while you on the other hand, lived off of it.

When you bring the cup up to your lips, you watch as your friend's eyes widen. The coffee had already touched tongue and was going down your throat. Nice and warm. You worriedly halt your actions, freezing up and look back at her equally as panicked. She breaks into a grin.

"Dude, check your cup," she claps her hand over her mouth and you turn the cup around to see.

A series of number was written along with the letters JN and a little smile. Your eyes drift over to the barista who served your drink and your eyes meet. The blonde boy is preparing another drink, but his eyes were on yours. There's a smug smile on his face as he turns around to serve the customer.

"Jeez, Y/N. These boys are really something," your friend continues sipping on her latté.

The cakes were like no other. Moist and fudgy, still a little bit warm and dripped with just enough chocolate on the sides. Your mouth watered thinking about it even as you put your fork down after clearing your plate.

"How's everything? We just opened so we really appreciate any reviews," Chenle came to check on you after you started eating. You thanked him for the cake and extended your compliment to the baker, saying everything was great.

It's only then you realized the word printed on his name tag. Chenle, Manager. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion once the boy left. Wasn't he way too young to own this? Ah, well. This whole café didn't make sense to begin with. Just a bunch of cute boys who ran a café that came out of nowhere.

You and your friend decide to leave after a while and you carry the cup with you, thinking about what to do about the number on it.

"Thanks for coming to 7Dream Café! Hope to see you again," Jaemin chirped, waving his hand.

Outside, a small flier was posted on the post. You were almost certain it wasn't there when you first entered.

7Dream Café is hiring!

You tear the paper from where it's stuck and pocketed it into your bag. Something tells you that you were gonna be around more often than you thought.

#nct dream #7dream #mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #park jisung #nct dream au #nct dream fluff

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