#welcome to me looking too deep into bean boys

[xuchiya]

s.mingi {the other apron moments}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

Swaggering into the cafe, the familiar chime of the bell announcing your arrival, the cafe love has always made you feel comforted— the smell of the brewed coffee or the newly opened bag of coffee beans or the cinnamon. You inhaled the warmth of the atmosphere of the shop until you spotted Mingi behind the counter. His black uniform clung to his toned physique, a sight that never failed to elicit a playful glint in your eyes and the fluttering of your heart whenever you are near him.

"Hey there, handsome," You purred, leaning against the counter, your chin resting on your curled fist– your smile already blinding Mingi. Mingi wasn’t surprised to see you early in the morning; he had always looked forward to seeing you and your flirty personality. It may come off different to other people but if it were the staff inside that recognize you then they don’t question it.

Mingi's cheeks flushed a charming pink, a hint of fluster beneath his usual calm demeanour. "Good morning to you too. The usual?" he mumbled, expertly crafting your favourite latte.

"Absolutely," You playfully winked, which made his eyes disappear from the big smile you made him, "with a sprinkle of your dazzling smile, of course."

He chuckled, a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine. The first time you both met isn’t too much of a big story (well to you as you call ‘love at first bean). He represents a bean that smells so fresh and looks so small in his uniform, his ‘emo’ phase, with the silver rings and silver necklaces along with his ‘fix-on’ black nail art really got you in a choke hold. You both revealed your usual teasing routine, the air crackled with unspoken yet undeniable chemistry.

As if you were the only one who experienced the moment of a rainy cloud on their head, or worse thunder clouds visible on their head whenever you miss a day of not visiting the cafe or not hearing your usual flirty remarks. Love really makes you feel the rollercoaster of emotions.

Just then, the cafe door swung open, shattering the atmosphere. A woman, overdressed and heavily perfumed, sauntered in, her eyes landing on Mingi with a predatory glint.

Your eyebrows are already frowning at her aura. Your jealousy tiger already growling at her, "Well, hello there, gorgeous," she drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Making the day a little brighter, are we?"

Mingi's smile faltered, replaced by a strained politeness. "Just serving coffee, ma'am. Can I take your order?"

The woman sashayed closer, her decorated long nails playing with the lace of his apron, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "Perhaps you can serve me something a little stronger later. Alone, of course."

Disgust bubbled in your gut. The woman's tone was unmistakable - inappropriate and unwelcome. And you were losing your patience each time Mingi’s eyes shifted somewhere else and your eyes twitch with annoyance, taking a deep breath, you marched towards the counter, your smile gone, replaced by a steely glint in your eyes.

"Excuse me, ma'am," you cut in, voice laced with ice and jealousy along with venom lacing your tone. "It seems you've overstayed your welcome. We don't tolerate harassment of our staff here."

The woman scoffed. "Honey, this doesn't concern you besides you’re not his girlfriend? Is she, pretty boy?" You scoff, "Oh, I’m not his girlfirend… " you countered, voice rising a notch. You raised your right hand where a silver diamond band rested elegantly, “I’m his fiancée so if you don’t want to step outside then I’m ready to pull your ugly wig out of this shop.”

The whole cafe was silent the whole time, the staff including your soon to be husband were close to bursting into laughter anytime soon (if it wasn’t for Wooyoung’s red face hiding behind their manager). Mingi shot you a grateful look, his tense posture relaxing slightly.

The woman, flustered by your sudden intervention, sputtered incoherently before storming out of the cafe, “Fuck you, you bitch!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, nonchalantly saying “Oh he already did.” Silence descended for a moment, before Wooyoung's laugh crackled inside the cafe soon followed by the other staffs, but Seonghwa and his girlfriend shush them and told them to get back to work even though they were also laughing. Relief washed over Mingi, a tired smile gracing his lips, "Wow," he breathed. "Thanks for revealing such a big secret."

"Anytime, honey" you said, a triumphant smirk playing on your lips. "Besides, a knight in shining armour shouldn't have to stand by and watch a damsel fight his own battles, should they?"

Mingi's smile widened, the familiar playful glint returning to his eyes. "So is this knight and shining armour available tonight for our movie night?"

"Maybe," you winked, your hands gripping the lace of his apron and pulling him down to peck his lipss before letting him go, patting his shirt and straightening his collar before moving away, walking towards the door, "My princess needs his princess treatment tonight after working a lot."

Mingi stood there, face red and all shy.

You blew him a kiss, "Love you honey, see ya' later!" He waves as he watches you exit the shop to continue your work, "Love you too!"

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez mingi #mingi ateez #song mingi #mingi x reader #mingi #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez soft thoughts #ateez soft hours

[chaotickryptonitetree]

ode to the maybes that make up the good stuff (us) | trent frederic

hes so underrated and I needed a reader who wasn't a genius (because I cant relate to smart people and why is the reader always smart??).

You were running late. 

And it–sort of–wasn’t your fault? 

Okay, it was your fault for oversleeping. But then your exam ran over the allotted time (they hadn’t even been passed out when you stumbled into the lecture hall, panting from sprinting from your parking spot, still blinking sleep from your eyes). And then your row was the last row to be dismissed. And yeah, it wasn’t really your fault. 

Speed-walking back to your car, you weighed your options. Your meeting would take you 20 minutes to get to with the mid-day traffic. And it was the kind of event where it was no use showing up late–might be better to just not show up at all. 

And then you passed your favorite coffee shop, and the wheel practically turned into the parking lot itself. Your boss would understand about the final and you could get notes from someone else later. Finishing that class called for a break–and as you turned off the ignition, you allowed yourself your first deep breath all morning. 

The perfect cure to a hectic morning was a fresh start and an almond-milk latte. 

The bell jangled as you opened the door–hit with the familiar smell of roasting beans and gingerbread muffins in the oven. Your exhale was cathartic. 

“Hey, welcome in!” The barista greeted you as you stood in the doorway, walking to join the line. For a random weekday, it was quite busy. You gave your order to the barista politely and walked to the only empty table left. 

You criss-crossed your legs in the booth, pulling out a book from your bag. Time–only interrupted by a swift hand placing a drink on your table and walking back to the counter–warped as your turned pages, eager to escape the craziness of the morning and happy to have a medium in which to do so. 

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating small flecks of dust in the air. Condensation dripped down the side of your glass, collecting in a ring on the wooden table. The only noise to fill your space was the crisp turning of pages and background chatter filling in the blanks. 

Until it wasn’t.

“Excuse me,” said so quietly you thought you had misheard, you didn’t look up until someone cleared their throat. “Hey.” 

You looked up, squinting slightly from the sun. There was, in fact, the shadow of a very tall person standing near the edge of your table. Trying not to let your disappointment show, you dog-eared the page and closed the book gently. The background chatter roared on as you set your head on your hand, looking up at the voice from before. His face was still skewed by the harshness of the sunlight through the windows. 

“Sorry–didn’t hear ya…can I help you?” you spoke slowly, evenly to the faceless man. He coughed again, pausing too long to be normal given the circumstances. 

“Um, yeah…no, that’s alright!” He answered awkwardly. He then seemed to realize that he hadn’t truly answered the question and sighed. “Was wondering if I could share this table with you?” He seemed to be nervous about your response so he quickly spoke again. “You’re the only one with a spare seat.” 

Luckily, you were in a good mood and didn’t have any emotional attachment to the other side of the booth. “Go for it,” you said with the wave of a hand. “I don’t mind at all.” 

You could feel his smile in his exhale. “Really?” His voice was light and relieved, even as he sat down and moved his bag inside the booth before he slid in. You hummed in response, turning back to your book, head in hand. He respected your quiet, and the sound of him pulling notebooks and pens from his bag faded to background noise as you fell back into your chapter. 

And yet again, a drink being set down disturbed the peace. Your head flitted up, clocking the barista setting down a cold brew in front of the boy across from you. 

And then you got a good look at the boy across from you. 

He was big. Like big enough where you could see every muscle indented in his long sleeve shirt (not that you were staring or anything). A pretty blush painted his cheeks daintily, full mouth quirked to the side as he fiddled with the straw wrapper. Big, brown eyes met yours and widened when he realized you were already looking at him. 

“What?” he asked softly, plunging the straw into the drink and swirling slowly–ice clinking against the glass. 

“Nothing,” you closed your book again, shrugging slightly. “I just didn’t realize that you were handsome.” His blush deepened, creeping up his neck and to the tops of his ears. 

“Oh,” he fidgeted with his hands–which were easily the size of his face–”I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” 

You leaned into your hands more, endeared by his sudden shyness. “Well, it’s true.” You smiled as he tried to keep eye contact. “What’s your name, handsome?” 

He bit his lip, cracking his knuckles nervously. “Don’t wanna tell ya.” 

“And why is that?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

He smiled–a little less shy, eyes like amber in the sunlight. “So then you’ll have to keep calling me handsome.” 

You laughed into your palm. “I’ll call you pretty regardless, promise,” you held your pinkie out as a mocking gesture, “just tell me.” 

“Trent,” he wiped his hands on his sweatshirt and wrapped his pinkie around yours, “that’s me, I mean–yeah, my name.” He didn’t let go before you did, introducing yourself softly with a smirk. He felt like had a certain warmth–a comfort–wrapped around him like the blanket on your childhood bed. He felt kind.

The best beginnings always begin with that–a kindness. 

…

The next time you saw him, you were embarrassed. Your advisor had suggested that you enroll in a supplemental class during the night after a particularly hard semester academically–and as much as it hurt your ego, not going would hurt it more. 

So, you went to the class, despite feeling stupid. Eager to make yourself small, you chose a seat in the back corner, hood up as you got out your supplies. Maybe no one would recognize you, maybe you’d just be able to take the class and then slip out the door when it was over. No harm, no foul. 

But of course you could never be so lucky. Your eyes darted to the door just as he walked in–as sturdy and solid as ever. His backpack straps fought to keep the muscles of his shoulders and neck contained. The indentations of his triceps made his long sleeve flutter around him. 

And you were definitely staring–for much too long, you guessed–because your gaze drew his attention to your corner. His eyes smiled before his mouth as he made his way over to you. He looked–relieved?

“Thank god,” he sighed as he slid into the chair next to yours. “You’re here.” You searched his face for any sign that he was teasing, making fun of you in any way. At all. 

But you couldn’t find it. Still, you were tentative. “Yeah.” Really awesome conversation starter. He didn’t seem to mind. 

“I was scared that I wouldn’t see you again,” he pulled out his glasses and opened up his laptop–the light reflecting off of the lens artificially, “lucky me.” 

You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by the professor introducing themselves and projecting the syllabus. You turned toward the front and tried to tune in. 

But it was hard. Not because the class itself was going to be a challenge–it was only supplemental after all–because he was distracting. 

Distracting you with how cute his rosy cheeks looked under his glasses. How he mouthed words after the professor said them before writing them in his notes. How he nodded his head and actually paid attention the entire time. He was just trying hard. 

And it was alarming how endearing you found that. So, yeah, you half listened for the lecture–but it was intro stuff anyways. As you packed up your back, he let out an exhale and let you out to the door first, holding it open with his wide palm. 

“So, what do you think?” He asked, matching your pace as you walked to the parking lot. It was dark–and far colder than when you had entered the building a few hours earlier. 

“Hmm?” You hadn’t quite heard him–too busy watching him push his glasses up into his hair, making it stick up arbitrarily all around his head. He smiled a sideways little smile. 

“What do you think of the class?” 

“Oh,” and you were embarrassed again, “it’ll be fine. I could use a GPA boost,” you admitted. He nodded, even though you could guess he couldn’t relate. 

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” he said, even though he didn’t know you, “you’re smart.” 

You pinched your face together. “You don’t know that.” 

He smiled, shoving his shoulder into yours good-naturedly. “Yeah I do,” he was closer in your space now, “can tell by the way you talk.” 

You looked up at him–not convinced–but he was already looking ahead. “Which car is yours?” 

Nodding toward your car, parked away from all the others, he cracked his knuckles. “Cool, I’ll walk you there.” 

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “I’ll give you a ride, but only because you’re being so cute tonight” He smiled–like he knew you’d ask. 

“I bet you say that to all the boys.” He waited for you to unlock the car. 

His face was blushy from compliments and the cold. “Only the cute ones,” you said as you stepped into the car. He shook his head. 

…

Laundry day in a college dorm just might be the 5th circle of hell. Every machine is taken, none of them work right, and there’s always someone who dumps clothes on the ground–essentially making the room itself a battlefield. 

But at 2am on a Tuesday night–it was peaceful. Sure, there were still the clothes littering the ground like an overgrown garden, but the scent of fabric softener seemed to soften the air around you; low tumble of the machines a gentle lullaby as the campus stilled around you. 

Sitting atop the washing machine you were using, you waited for the cycle to be done. Stars interfered with the inky-black sky as it shone through the windows. And you watched. At this hour, there were no expectations, nothing to do, no one to impress. Just the silence around you. 

And then the door opened. And of course it was him. 

Hidden behind a large basket of clothes, looking adorably soft and sleepy in pajama pants, was Trent (again!). He didn’t seem to notice you as he sorted his clothes–large hands deft and meticulously parting darks and lights. You just watched. 

“Hey handsome.” You said softly as he stood to his full height, slightly startled. But once he realized it was you, he let out a relieved sigh and walked to stand across from you, leaning back on to the row of dryers. 

“Late night?” He spoke lowly, even if there was no need to whisper. As if he was cautious about disturbing the peace. 

You shrugged, pulling your legs into your chest atop the machine and wrapping your arms around them. “I like it,” you said honestly, “it’s the only time I get all to myself.” 

He nodded in a way that made you think he understood. “What did you do today?” You asked, eager to keep him there. 

He thought for a moment, looking slightly upward. Then told you all about his classes (they are interesting, but demanding), practice (just a light skate, they have a game tomorrow), and homework (he has a quiz in a few days). And you nodded, interested in anything he had to say. 

You switched over your laundry as you listened to him, adding in dryer sheets and humming accordingly. It struck you that each time you spoke to him, it felt easy. You picked up right where you left off, like you were old friends. It made you smile to yourself. 

“Whatcha thinkin about?” He interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes flitted up to his, sideways smirk gracing your lips. 

“You,” you answered honestly, knowing that it would make him blush more. He rubbed his eye and tried to hide his delight. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes playfully. But when you just kept looking at him, greedily, just because you knew he’d let you, he paused–a spark of hope lighting up his face. “Really?” His voice came out small. 

You tilted your head, nodding slowly. “Yeah.” He smiled like he knew something you didn’t. He probably did. “Will you tell me a secret?” You asked as he folded his clothes carefully. 

He thought for a moment, as if any sudden words would break the bubble around you both. “I did laundry yesterday,” he admitted, making you smile a wide, genuine grin, “just saw you in here and wanted an excuse to come in.” His blush was a splotchy watercolor painting his tired face. “Now you tell me one.” 

You pretended to think hard, emboldened by his admission. “I love it when you blush,” you said, “but I don’t think I’m doing a good job of keeping that a secret.” He shook his head, folding his last sweatshirt into his basket. 

“You can’t just say things like that,” he laughed lightly, eyes bright. 

“And why not?” You smiled as he stepped closer, close enough for you to see the freckles on his nose. Right in front of the dryer which you sat on. “It’s true.” 

Everything about him was soft. He smelled like he had just showered, and up close you could notice how his hair was still damp at the root. “Because,” he took a gentle thumb to your cheek, showing you the eyelash he had picked up. “It’ll ruin my tough guy reputation,” he flicked it off to the ground. You shivered at the loss of contact–however fleeting it was. “The guys are already giving me shit for how much I talk about the cute girl from the coffee shop.” 

You smiled. “You talk about me to your friends?” Was he getting even closer? 

He couldn’t break eye contact with you if he tried, nodding. “Can I tell you another secret?” You asked gently. He nodded again. “I have a crush on this really cute guy.” He laughed, shutting his eyes and letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. He practically radiated heat. 

“Oh great,” he smiled into the crook of your neck, “and I’m just supposed to go on with my night after this? Like a normal person?” 

You laughed with him and brought a hand to the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his half-damp hair. “How will you manage?” You joked, voice careful. 

He didn’t answer. And there you sat–atop a still warm dryer like the queen of the night, running your fingers through his hair until his arms wrapped around your back in perhaps the gentlest hug you could manage. You let your breathing slow to match his. You forgot what time it was, about your clothes. 

And when he held you like something soft and good, it didn’t really matter–did it? 

…

The stress of night class quickly melted into an excuse to see him two times a week (at least). You’d always get there first–and maybe you’d have an extra energy drink, just because–and then he’d stumble in a few minutes later, making a beeline for your designated corner (wearing his glasses if you were lucky). 

You set down his energy drink in front of him as he unpacked his bag. His eyes darted up to clock the motion before he smiled a sideways smile. “Sweet of you,” he said softly, still bent over his bag. “Thank you,” he added, settling in his seat. 

Nodding, you turned to the front–ready to dial in to the lecture. And you did! For a few minutes, before a notification popped up in the corner of your computer–an email in your school inbox. Switching tabs, you opened the email from an unknown sender. 

Really cute girl next to me. Pretty nervous. Should I make a move?? -T

Smiling to yourself, you immediately typed out a response. 

not sure…heard she usually goes for defensemen. 

A response came a moment later, his shoulder shaking slightly with a laugh. 

If i can beat one in a fight does that count? 

Electing to close out of your email, you settled for moving your chair a little closer to him, rubbing his shoulder soothingly over his sweatshirt. 

“I think you should make a move,” you whispered in his ear, reaching to take a sip of his drink. He leaned back into your touch, tilting his head down to respond. 

“Do ya?” His voice was low, eyes flickering down to your lips for just a second. You nodded, removing your hand from his shoulder. 

“Yeah pretty,” his eyes didn’t leave your mouth, “I really do.” 

But you could wait. And so you did. 

…

When he came back from away games, he was usually tired. And it was late anyways–maybe 11:30? But you were up writing an essay that was due in a few days. Your phone buzzed on the pillow near you. 

Any chance you’re still awake? 

You smiled to yourself, leaning back on the headboard and putting your laptop to the side. 

of course, you answered, paper due soon.

And then a moment later–but could be convinced to take a break??

Three gray dots appeared and then disappeared before his response. 

Was hoping you’d say that. 

And then–Be there soon. 

You smiled, continuing with your paper until a soft knock rapped on the door. 

“Come in!” Your voice was still hushed due to the late hour. He opened and closed the door softly, placing his backpack against the wall and slipping off his shoes. Wasting no time, he slid next to where you sat at the head of the bed, knee knocking against yours. You leaned into his side slightly, loving how warm he was. 

“How’s the paper?” He put his head on top on yours, looking at your computer above you. You didn’t answer, instead typing “eh,,,how was game?” into your document. He laughed, lips brushing against your hair. “Good. Got into a little fight.” He flexed his hand in front of you, knuckles raised and red. You ran a finger over the little cuts (he didn’t flinch) and wrapped both hands around one of his, rubbing your thumb over the veins on the back of his hand. 

He sighed, making you smile. “You should see the other guy?” You questioned, hoping he won whatever scrum he had likely started. 

He nodded slowly against your head, watching your hands work around his. “You should see the other guy,” he confirmed. And there you sat, comfortable and sleepy with a human furnace beside you. He smelled like green apples and a fireplace that had just burned through the kindling. He was cozy–everything about him. You turned just slightly, nose brushing the column of his throat. He shivered. 

“I love spending time with you,” he admitted, embarrassed and not making eye contact with you–as if meeting your eyes would cause the tips of his ears to catch fire. You hummed against his neck, slightly damp from his shower. “You make me laugh and you’re really pretty and it makes me happy when you make time for me,” he rambled on, stuttering slightly. 

“Yeah?” Your lips brushed his throat, prompting an embarrassing, whiny whimper from him. He looked up, giving you more space (even if he didn’t mean to). 

“Yeah,” his voice was small. 

You smiled into his neck, kissing the hollow of his throat, lips feather-light. “Well I like how smart you are,” you moved up, kissing just below his ear. “How kind you are to me,” his jawline, “how you blush when you’re embarrassed,” as if on cue, his ears lit up further. “Yup,” you kissed his ear, “just like that.” 

You felt his breathing labor next to you–chest rising and falling quicker than before. Fixated on your mouth, he started to reply. 

“Well I like–” and that’s as far as he made it before leaning in and gripping the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his in a kiss that burned. 

His lips were slightly chapped, and your teeth knocked into his, but the grip his massive hands had on your face made you lean closer to him–too enamored to care. Smiling against his mouth, you swallowed the groan leaving him eagerly. His hand slid to your jawline keeping you close to him. 

As if you’d ever leave. You placed another light kiss to the corner of his mouth as he caught his breath. 

“About time, eh?” He smiled down at you, eyes dark and bright. You brought his knuckle to your mouth–as if your lips would make the bruises disappear. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. 

“We got there,” you laughed lightly. “Worth the wait, right, handsome?” He ran a thumb over your cheekbone–always so gentle. 

He just snuggled up next to you and let his body get heavy next to yours. You felt him smile next to you. Some questions didn’t need answers. His slowed breathing as he fell asleep next to you was answer enough.

...

love you!

#trent frederic #boston bruins #nhl fic #nhl imagines #bruins #david pastrnak #brandon carlo #charlie mcavoy #matt poitras #hockey #nhl hockey #hockey stuff #nhl

[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners | part 2

a/n: ok so the response to part 1 of my first ever eddie blurb has been quite surprising and i've had ideas for a second part while writing it so i guess that's what's happening here now. this part is definitely longer (you're welcome) and will lead to a part 3, so no worries there everyone. i definitely recommend reading part 1 first though to get more context. enjoy and i live for reblogs and comments so i'd appreciate you leaving me some :)

summary: the bus ride continues and so does your feeling that eddie might like you a bit more than the others. also, he eats all most of your snacks and it (among other things) makes you realise that you're down bad for him. also you learn that his hands are just generally quite warm.

cw/tw: more of eddie being a touchy menace while trying real hard to make reader aware of his affection. kinda friends to lovers with eventual spice in part 3. slow burn, kinda? slapping of butts, a bit of mutual pining (reader is emotionally ... confused), mentions of eddie being treated poorly by people, mentions of eddie partaking in illegal activities, also a lot of eddie being a sweet bean. no mentions of y/n.

read part 1 here

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It was the halt of the bus that woke you up from your pre-noon nap on Eddie Munson's head.

His hand was still resting on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he lifted his head from your shoulder and straightened himself.

The touch wasn't entirely new to you, since you had figured out this was the primary way he expressed a certain level of affection. Because he also was like this with the others of your group and you hadn't dared to read too much into it. At least until now.

"Looks like the babies already need a diaper change."

His mumbled comment on what seemed to be the first break on the road made you snort.

You loved the fact that he seemed to share your disapproval of having a rampage of middle schoolers sharing the bus with you on this trip.

Eddie turned his head to you, his deep brown doe eyes slowly wandering over your facial features while is mouth was lightly curled into a smile. Yours was slightly tilted towards him, reciprocating his gaze right before a familiar voice made both of your heads turn.

"Hey, you guys wanna head outside for a stretch?", Steve's pretty lean figure had appeared in front of your seats, he stood on one of the lower steps of the staircase leading out of the back door.

Again, Eddie turned his head to check on you. Because if you would rather stay in your seat, so would he.

You cracked a smile at Steve who was just now followed by Nancy, Robin and Dustin, all of them awaiting his exit in the aisle.

"Sounds good", you replied, while your friends hopped out of the vehicle into the warm Indiana sun which was, thankfully, still more than visible in the blue sky.

It was warmer outside than on the parking lot this morning, which made you decide leave any additional jacket or hoodie inside the bus. You weren't the type to get cold easily anyway. Following an energetically bouncing Eddie down the stairs, you both made your way over towards where Steve, Robin, Nancy and Dustin were gathered.

Not long after, you had the Byers brothers standing among you as well.

"Anyone going for a wee?", Robin asked in her blatant straight-forward no filter fashion you celebrated her for. It made you smile. "We still have six minutes and I've been holding it since we left the parking lot."

"Yeah I'll come", Nancy replied to her, before they wandered off towards the building together and left you among the group of boys who wouldn't have minded just stepping out into the bushes along the fence of the road house.

Steve was the only one who seemed to take the going outside for a stretch literal, because right now his entire figure was bent in half as he leaned forward to let his arms dangle towards the ground while he tried his best to keep his legs straight.

And Dustin's observant facial expression, which was slowly turning into a grin told you that he was desperately fighting the urge to playfully slap Steve's ass.

I mean, fair.

Eddie also had seemed to notice and it took him only a mere few seconds to decide on executing Dustin's obvious thoughts.

"Hey man, stop that!"

Steve snapped back up and let his fist hit Eddie's shoulder with a laugh.

"Just giving you what you don't seem to get anywhere else these days, big boy."

It left both Steve and Dustin speechless. Witty comebacks? Not existent in their brains.

You blurted out a laugh, since you knew that Eddie's remark was true. As one of Steve's best friends, you just knew.

The metalhead grinned widely, threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close enough for you to hear his low voice, while moving the both of you back towards the bus.

"Come on darling, napping always makes me hungry."

Yeah. His love language was touch.

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"Alright everyone, get back into your seats, we're leaving!"

Ms Kelley's voice echoed through the microphone she picked up from the driver's booth while standing in the very front of the bus, trying to get everyone's attention.

Unlike the middle school kids further in the front, you and Eddie had already settled back in long ago.

The vehicle started moving again.

"Is there anything besides being around children of course, that you're particularly looking forward to this week?", the metalhead asked with a genuinely curious tone.

"Oh please, there's nothing I enjoy more than having screaming kids around me, I thought you knew that about me already."

You pretended to think really hard for a few seconds and let out a chuckle, before you continued.

"No, but I get to spend time with you guys. Outside of school, outside of Hawkins. And I love lakes and being in nature. The fresh air, the cool water, I prefer that over any hotel room in any city, if I'm hone– ... Eddie, what are you d–"

While you were speaking, the boy next to you found it to be the perfect time to lean forward and try to reach for the snack bag you had carefully placed between your feet.

"Keep talking sweetheart, I'm listening." He had turned his head towards you, unable to hide another one of those big grins that you secretly adored on him. So much.

You couldn't necessarily see his movements, but you sure as hell could feel them. His right hand kept brushing and his fingers kept tapping against your jean covered calves and shins and ankles, pretending to be on the search for a certain bag, but the more time it took him to actually get it, the more it dawned on you that he was doing this very much on purpose.

What a fucking menace.

And by the way, where were his snacks?

"Eddie, just fucking grab it", you said with a laugh, letting him know you were well aware of the little game he was playing.

"Hm, it's quite nice down here to be honest. Could get used to it."

You just rolled your eyes at him with a smile, let your head hit the rest behind it and turned your head towards the window, while you felt the bag being pulled away from inbetween your feet.

In the corner of your eye you watched him peek into and rummage through it. He was sticking out his tongue, like he always did when he was trying to focus. You'd seen him do it too when he would be working on writing campaigns for Hellfire during lunch break in the cafeteria.

"Like what you see?", you asked him, without breaking contact with the headrest. You didn't dare to turn your head either.

Four hours had passed since you left the high school parking lot in Hawkins, and you don't think you ever spent that long with Eddie. Certainly not in this close proximity.

There was some form of tension building between you two. And you couldn't quite place it. He was his usual charming self, yeah sure, but there was an additional something to it.

"Yeah, I do."

If you would have turned your head, you would have noticed the fact that his eyes weren't taking in the selection of your snacks anymore.

You would have certainly placed his entire demeanor in a new context if you would have paid attention to the way the tone of his voice changed to something more soft and warm, saying those three words.

You turned your head towards him. And you were way too far down the road of overthinking for you to catch the spark in the dark brown of his eyes and the way the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

As if he actually liked liked you.

But you still smiled back at him.

"Go ahead then pretty boy, all yours."

And maybe you also weren't referring to snacks anymore. But you didn't expect Eddie to catch that.

What you did notice though was him catching your compliments. The way heat was visibly rising to his cheeks.

Eddie Munson had never received a lot of them. Sadly so, due to the fact that he was known as the freak of the town. Being a nerd with a bunch of tattoos, always involved in some kind of trouble, hotwiring cars, dealing drugs and of course the town's favourite classic: worshipping satan. When in fact, he was just trying to be a good friend, going out of his way to make the people dearest to him feel good (and maybe not using the most legal methods ever while doing so), and just heavily enjoying things he found really cool. He was always just being himself.

You had to admit to yourself that you were more than curious to see and explore the effects of your compliments on him. Because you were sure that if you just kept dropping them, they would eventually help him feel better about himself. And you knew from conversations with your friends that he did need that. And most of all, deserved it.

Soft baby cow personality, yeah.

For more general coziness on a ten hour bus ride, you had taken off your shoes right after the first break. You slightly turned your back towards the window and pulled your legs up to let them rest on the little barrier in front of both your seats.

And just after that, you were handed the snack bag by the boy next to you.

Before you knew it, he grabbed both of your legs a little above your ankles (with his really warm hands, like, really warm hands) and pulled them over his thighs. It made your breath hitch in your throat.

Then he took back the snacks. Between his torso and your legs.

"Gotta set the table then, right?", Eddie flatly said with a smirk, while pulling out a box of crackers. It made you snort.

Why did he have to be like this? And why did you like him so much for it?

You ended up sharing half of the contents of your snack bag with Eddie. Seated like this, one of his hands fumbling in whatever plastic bag or cardboard box of snack he could find, holding them out to you when he noticed you going empty on your last grab, his other resting on one of your shins, while his thumb kept rubbing slow, small circles into the flesh through your jeans.

The warmth of his hand felt like fire.

Eventually you had to keep him from munching through the remainders too, reminding him that you still had at least half of the journey ahead of you.

He had pouted at you all cute, and you had felt your cheeks heat up at him dropping another pet name at you while protesting.

You seemed to keep pushing the right buttons for him to be all sweet with you. And yeah, of course you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his attention.

During your time munching away, you both even came to learn new things about each other.

There were conversations about your families, milestones of your lives, hopes and dreams that some you surprisingly seemed to be sharing, similarities in your outlooks on life, Eddie's slightly questionable moral compass when it came to illegal activities, and your shared love and passion for music.

Pretty much everything he told you was confirming or adding to your already existent image of him.

After a content sigh, Eddie suddenly made attempts to get up into the aisle (he was kind enough to softly place your legs on his seat first though) and reached up into the luggage compartment. He was searching for his own bag of stuff that you were surprised he hadn't forgotten on his bed in the morning.

And yes. Your eyes just had to travel over the stretch of his Hellfire shirt down over his torso, all the way to where a sliver of pale skin revealed itself to you and the light trail of dark hair disappeared into the waistband of his black jeans, which was tied to his hips with his iconic handcuff belt. And it was giving you ideas.

It was pretty much the first time you saw any other part of his skin other than his forearms, even though you'd known him for like, half a year now. There just hadn't been any moments yet where this situation could have happened.

You were so lost in thoughts about Eddie Munson's happy trail that you missed him catching you. Looking. In fact, you seemed to keep your eyes glued to his belly until his voice snapped you out of it.

The growing smirk on his face you saw next was as prominent as your awareness of your own feelings towards him. Just now in this moment you started to realise that if you kept this up, if you kept letting him in, there would probably be no escape. No escape from tripping over the edge and falling into the endless void of pining after him, probably forever.

Ever since you had first met him at one of Steve's infamous parties, it had been crystal clear to you that you were going to have a thing for him.

The way his wild mane had accentuated his beautiful face with his round dark brown eyes and the plushness of his lips in the warm light of Harrington's living room, his smell, a mix of cigarettes, bergamot, cheap cologne and something you couldn't make out but was so distinctly Eddie, the omnipresent leather jacket and Dio jeans vest, tattoos you'd spotted on his forearms, his entire rough metalhead aura that you always found to be so captivating.

"You know that as your designated seat partner, it underlies my absolute obligation to not only eat all your snacks you brought just for me of course, but in return to also make you listen to the best songs in the world.", Eddie explained to you with raised eyebrows, wide eyes and an equally wide grin after he had seated himself again and gestured for you to put your legs back on his thighs.

And who were you to say no to that?

He waved a self made mixtape under your nose. It made you chuckle.

You prided yourself on being a music nerd, so the fact that he was willing to share his music with you was definitely one of the most meaningful things he could have chosen to do with you at this point.

"Oh, how gracious of you, Munson, considering it was you who kept a seat for me", you smiled while taking out your headphones and walkman, which was so technically advanced that it had two plugs for two pairs of headphones. How convenient.

He let out a small, low chuckle while nudging your shoulder with his own.

You held out the second plug of the walkman out in his direction, and he didn't waste the opportunity to place his hand above yours which was holding out the device, to give it more support while his other hand connected the cable of his own.

And just when you were about to press play for the first song to fill your ears, Ms Kelley's microphone filtered voice filled them instead.

"We're going to have lunch break now, everyone! Please be back here in thirty minutes, yes?"

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tagged: my dear @josephfakingquinn and @ghost-proofbaby

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fluff #the law of seat partners #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #nora writes #part 2 is heeeeere #took me long enough lol #there will be part 3 #cause how could i not write about eddie eventually throwing reader into the lake #i really hope everyone likes this #it's also okay if not #wild that this all came out of me just from a very brief dream about eddie #lol #stranger things

[shuuuuush]

TO BE WITH YOU [DARKEST MAN HEADCANNONS]

Warnings: none

A/N: @allygatcr , here's your headcannons girlie. I hope u like it 🫶

Dating Darkest Man would include:

He's ALWAYS cracking jokes, and he's honestly so funny. Like you could be on a walk with him through the park or maybe go downtown shopping, and he'd just see something and instantly make a joke out of it. Obviously, he understands that there are certain things you shouldn't joke about, but most of the time, you can't even go 10 minutes without him making you laugh.

↳ "Oh, look! Doesn't this jacket look nice, Darkest?" "Nah I won't lie to you babes, that looks like tarzans underwear. That fluff, I swear he's worn it in his jungle life."

He may not seem like it, but he's definitely one to hold your hand everywhere you go. He just wants to be close to you and like have you in arms reach, especially if you're going in crowded places. Best believe he's gonna hold onto your hand for dear life. He acts like you're a little kid who might get lost even though you're a grown adult. He loves you, that's why he doesn't want to lose you. 🥺

COUPLE NICKNAMES, No for sure he definitely is gonna call you nicknames, it's definitely gonna start out sweet like honey, babes, or love but then if you do something happens and it's hilarious, like for example, yall do a bean boozled challenge and you end up getting the spoiled milk and its the one you hated the most, oh boy, it's one he will remember for the rest of his life, while he's crying laughing at your reaction to it. He's gonna call you that for the rest of the year unless you really hate it and ask him to stop he would.

↳ "Hey spoiled milk, could you pass the milk, please? Not yourself." "Shut the hell up."

He loves it when you kiss him on his cheek or forehead. He’s so sweet and melts every time you show him love. Like this would be the HIGHLIGHT of his day. He would leave to shoot a video at footasylum or beta squad, and then you would kiss him on the cheek, and his whole face would light up. Or if he feels it's not enough, he'd grab your waist and pull you in for a kiss.

↳ "Give me another kiss, pleasee." "Darkest, you're gonna be late for the video." "Honestly I don't really care, and I'm not leaving till you give me another one"

You're almost always his special guest on his videos. Well, at this point, you're not even a guest anymore. You're a regular on his channel, but he'd still introduce you as a special guest. And give you the longest hug on camera while proceeding to smile and laugh throughout the video. And if there's other people in the video, too, like Filly, best believe they're gonna comment on the fact that Darkest doesn't act like this with anyone but you.

↳ "Please welcome our special guest ... Y/N!!" "I'm still a guest on this channel, huh?" "You'll always be a special guest to me. It's my channel anyway."

He knows you so well that if he asked a question, he realised he didn't need to even ask you because he knew the answer already. Like he would just take the time of day to genuinely get to know all of you, like your favourite food, even to the deep questions about you. He'd want to know all of that so when someone asks about you, he'd know instantly what to say. And if you were saying something, he'd know what you'd say next because he knows you so well.

↳ "Babe, what do you want me to ord- WAIT WAIT I KNOW IT ALREADY."

Taglist: @b4tasquad @p3drii @n1kodl @elora-k @slutforpablogavi @enhacolor @amwife @distantfromu

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#shuuuuush fics #beta squad #darkest #darkest man #darkest x reader #darkest headcannons

[en-whims]

𝄞 THE KISSING BOOTH | NISHIMURA RIKI

[ scan creds to ado2re ]

the first instalment from the 'Narratives from the Walkman: a 90's love collective' series

genres: bff au, fluff, angst if you squint | wc: 3.1k

tagging: @yenqa @yjjungwon

[ 👤 ] SIDE A ; BOY 1 ㅡ NISHIMURA RIKI

° ❝ those days of warm rains come rushing back to me

miles of windless summer night air

secret moments shut in the heat of the afternoon

out of the stillness, soft spoken words

i love you always, forever. ❞ °

[ 🎧 ] SIDE B ; TRACK 1 ㅡ i love you always forever by betty who

With summer just around the corner, you thought the time had flown by because of how busy you were with being reflective in school. Ni-ki just finished playing with his friends at the nearby football field and his go-to place before going home is you.

He was like a family member that whenever he comes over, he doesn’t need to knock on your door because your parents always welcome him. Not to mention they were loving the fact that he constantly visits despite you being a socially awkward bean.

You and Ni-ki have been the best of friends since kindergarten; having been seatmates all the time plus your neighboring houses made your friendship even more interesting.

But when both of you were a few months away from graduation, things started to get complicated with his college application being successfully accepted at a different state— much far away from where you’ve applied.

You were happy for him of course, he’s got a scholarship for being an athlete and you’ve got yourself a scholarship too for being an A-lister in academics.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed despite all his assurances that you’ll FaceTime each other when you’re both free. It just felt awful to adjust without him when all these years he got you used to the routine of hanging out in your bedroom after school and talking about anything and everything. He was your only friend after all.

Ni-ki’s well aware of how you’ve been feeling lately and that was why he comes over after every practice despite the exhaustion; he wanted to spend all his time with you while he still can.

He went upstairs to your bedroom after greeting your parents in the kitchen. And there he found you in your natural habitat; open notebooks scattered around the bed and a book that was resting just above your nose as you lay calmly on your bed; eyes closed with your feet leaning on top of the headboard. He gently closed the door behind him and placed his duffel bag near your bedside table.

“Hey, you awake? I bought us ice cream, it’s your favorite double dutch.” He whispered as he softly propped himself beside you, slightly poking your arm. “Ni-ki?” You slowly sat up and wore back your round glasses while you brushed away the messy hair that was covering your line of sight.

“What are you doing here? You should be home already. Look how tired you are.” You kept on cupping his face with your hands while wiggling his cheeks as you worryingly ask.

He just smiled warmly. Ni-ki gently grabbed your wrists and gradually intertwined his fingers with yours. God knows how many fireworks exploded in your system whenever he touches you. He blinked lazily and leaned his forehead on your shoulder as he heaved a deep sigh.

You carefully removed your hand away from his grasp and placed it on his back, gently rubbing circles on it, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m tired. But I want to cuddle with you before the day ends, so can you please stop studying for as long as I’m here? The SATs aren’t coming up yet.” He sat up and let out a tired chuckle as he released your other hand to reach out for the ice cream tub he placed on the bedside table.

You both lay on the bed comfortably; too close that your shoulders were rubbing against each other while the tub rested on his stomach. You partnered up your ice cream and chill with an episode of The Umbrella Academy playing on your television; the only source of light in your bedroom as of the moment, together with your glow-in-the-dark galaxy stickers on the ceiling since Ni-ki wanted it to be “dreamy”.

“The festival’s in a few days. Will I expect you there?” He finally filled the silence that’s been occupying the room for almost an hour. As you sat up, you placed the now empty tub of ice cream on the table and scooted closer to him, “Unfortunately, Mom signed me up to assist some sophomores at our school in a booth. So yeah, I definitely have to go.”

“What booth? Is it those fortune-telling ones where smarty pants like you guess people’s futures based on your quantum physics bull?” You playfully slapped him on the chest and he quickly rubbed the affected area as he exaggerated the pain. You just laughed it off and went back to leaning on his shoulder.

“No idea. She hasn’t told me yet, but she did say there will be no take-backs so I’m guessing it’s something I don’t like to do since she wanted my yes sealed off with a handshake that bad.” You could feel his slow breaths against your forehead while he drew invisible patterns at the back of your hand.

You have always hated the way he made you feel things but you couldn’t blame him. After all, he’s oblivious to the fact that his best friend has grown a liking for him for two years now.

“Well, see you at the festival in two days then!” Ni-ki gently poked your forehead away and positioned himself at the foot of the bed, sliding his training shoes in. You were smiling and blushing behind his back as he softly hummed to a Gideon song.

You sat at the edge of the bed as he took careful steps to the bedside table, grabbed his duffel bag, and slung it over his shoulder. “You know, you could join us for dinner. Like old times?” You said. Ni-ki crouched down to your level and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, a habit of his when it was time for him to say goodbye.

“Mom texted me a while ago that she prepared lasagna for dinner tonight. Don’t wanna miss it before leaving upstate.” He curved his lips to a small smile, a there’s-nothing-i-can-do smile, you figured.

Ever since his application got accepted, you guys started to avoid talks about plans after graduation. You decided it’d be better for both of you. Well, mostly for you since you were still upset about it. He didn’t have any choice but to agree with your decision of avoiding the topic as much as possible.

You accompanied him to your front door after he bid his farewell to your parents. His folks don’t mind though; Ni-ki’s house was only two blocks away from yours anyway.

Before he could even take the last step of your balcony stairs, you called him, and he was quick enough to turn to where you were standing. “Don’t overwork yourself in practice, okay? The championship isn’t coming up yet.” The jaded boy walked closer to you and then brushed a few strands of your hair away, tucking them behind your ear.

“You… are such a worrywart. I’m fine now, you know how our cuddles give me energy.” He playfully smirked at you and gently placed his arms around your tiny body for a tight hug.

You couldn’t help the rush of heat on your cheeks that night.

“Seriously, mom? The kissing booth?! I’d rather have you let me rot in my room for the whole month instead!”

It was the day of the festival and your mom just revealed to you the booth you’ll be assisting for the rest of the day. You couldn’t help but be frustrated because you were just not the type to give away your kisses to literally anyone.

For you, they’re something sacred or the sort and the kissing booth was just definitely not the cut for you.

“Oh, don’t be exaggerated, honey! They said the kissing booth this year will be more fun since you girls are gonna be wearing a blindfold to mask your identities! Isn’t it fantastic? I bet Ni-ki will be there to cheer you on too.” You rolled your eyes at your mother who was just so ‘delighted’ at the thought of seeing you on the platform later on.

Ni-ki was supposed to pick you up this morning since he’ll be helping some of his friends at the festival too, but because your mom was nagging you too much, you left earlier than him.

The 10 am daze came upon and you never expected the number of people lining up for the kissing booth. The anxiety grew as it was your first time and you were scared you might mess it up just because you don’t even know the basics of kissing at all.

Fortunately, your turn wasn’t up until after lunch break, so you decided to stroll around while looking for your best friend.

Ni-ki has been keeping himself busy at the shooting game, eager enough to win a particular stuffed toy. You silently crept up behind him and peered over his shoulder as he kept his target steady. “Hey,” and to his surprise, you caught him off guard.

He luckily hit the target though and he quickly carried you off the ground for a tight embrace. His pals applauded him for finally winning after an hour of failure. The old man who was managing the booth handed the stuffed toy over to him and he grabbed it as quickly as possible; too excited and happy to even function well. 

“Beginner’s luck, I guess?” said the old man. “Nah. My lucky charm just showed up right on time.” he handed you the stuffed animal and draped his hand over your shoulder, “Do you like it? I won it for you. Something to remember when we depart for college. You always tease me that I look like a puma so I got you a handy one, that way I’m always with you wherever you go.”

You were about to stop him since you guys made a deal not to talk about college, but he got you first by putting his forefinger against your lips, shutting you up.

“Now, where’s your booth? I wanna see how you’re doing there.” Anxiety crawled back to you again that you pulled his wrist when he was about to go in the direction of the kissing booth.

The problem here was Ni-ki doesn’t have any idea that you were assigned to that booth. He’d laugh at you for sure since he knew you well enough and you’re certainly not up for that kind of thing.

You were scared, of course, but you were more embarrassed, so you decided not to tell him and distract him instead with some thrilling rides.

It was your turn at the kissing booth in a few minutes, so you bid your farewell to Ni-ki and rushed to the platform, making sure there were no signs of your best friend around the area.

You quickly put on the blindfold and sprayed your favorite spearmint mouth spray, breathing in and out repeatedly for who knows how long now because you felt more asthmatic than ever before.

“Are you ready? You’re up in a bit.” A female sophomore from your school asked. She tied your hair up in a ponytail and you let her because you were not in your sanity to say otherwise anymore.

You see, you never tie your hair at all. You never liked it. The feeling of letting your strands loose and having them freely swaying with every movement you made enthralled you. But right now, all you were thinking about was getting this shit over with.

Ni-ki and his friends walked past your booth, but luckily you were still not up on that platform. His friends insisted on staying and watching and probably joining, but Ni-ki’s not up for such shenanigans and he’s been parched looking all over the place for you.

“Come on! Nicholas got us tickets for the kissing booth!” Taki, one of Ni-ki’s pals, was pulling him towards the booth and he was really not having it.

“Look, I’m sorry but I really need to find Y/n. We’re supposed to continue the horror ride together when she just quickly bolted-” and just like that, without any fair warning, Ni-ki’s been dragged forcefully by his friends up to the kissing booth platform.

You were walking like a penguin with the blindfold on as the sophomore girl assisted you to your spot on the raised platform. She changed your outfit into something different and unusual from your casual ones since the goal of this project was for fundraising while your identity was covered.

You could hear people whistling and clapping all around you but of course, you couldn’t see anything but pitch black. So you just stood there stiff on your spot, waiting for this woe to end.

Until a soft, warm grasp took you by surprise. You gasped at the sudden contact against the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. You held your breath as you felt the person’s lips almost brushing on yours. Your mind was a mess and your stomach was tied in knots.

You were so desperate to get this over with so that you could go back to your best friend and end the day with fun rides; therefore, out of character, you grabbed the person by the collar to finally connect your lips together.

The kiss later turned out something you never anticipated. Your lips went in sync with each other as the grasp on your waist became much tighter, gradually pulling you closer than before to fill in any gaps between you.

You suddenly became oblivious to everything around that you unconsciously placed your hand on the back of their neck, fingers slowly coming into contact with their smooth locks. The crowd was howling and whistling like crazy until you were snapped from your trance when you heard one of the crowd screaming your best friend’s name.

Anxiousness came running back to your senses that you quickly pushed the kisser away by the chest. “Ni-ki...” you muttered, precisely incoherent, but dear lord may the heavens redeem you, he knew that voice anywhere. You were breathing inadequately and your best friend will definitely stop at nothing to clear his curiosity. He walked closer to you as you assume his footsteps were

 And all of a sudden, your blindfold has been yanked away from your eyes.

“Y/n… what are you doing here? No, wait— this is the booth your mom signed you up for?!” Your thoughts were now jumbled and you were completely overwhelmed with the situation as you were unable to form words out of your tongue anymore.

Much to your embarrassment, you bolted out from Ni-ki again and hid at the back of the booth. Ni-ki was quick enough to follow after and he grabbed you by the wrist only for you to crash against his chest. “Look at me.” Stubborn as you always were, you kept yourself hidden under his embrace.

You swear he just chuckled when you felt his chest quiver. “You know, for the first time, I think I’m gonna thank my boys for something they finally did right. Now please, Y/n, look at me.” At last, you moved your head from being snuffled against his chest and looked up at him, eyes meeting each other, but yours were glossy due to tears brimming at the edges. “Are you nervous? Shh, it’s okay.”

And at that moment, you mustered up all your courage to finally tell your best friend how you’ve been liking him for a long time now and you thought it was now or never. Well, you’ve already kissed him though, what’s there to lose?

“Ni-ki, listen, I… I like you, a lot. I have been for—” and in one fell swoop, he crashed his plump lips against yours, slowly moving in sync while savoring your spearmint-flavored mouth spray. He placed a hand on your neck as his thumb caressed your cheeks softly.

Ni-ki pulled away moments after, but he rested his forehead against yours as the tips of your noses were brushing lightly against each other. He bit his bottom lip softly and gave your nose a light bop with his pink lips as he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

“And I love you. I always have. Ever since you sheepishly walked into our school library with hazy eyes hiding under those harry potter glasses of yours, fidgeting with your notebook in hand, looking for something among the shelves,” You giggled at the fact that he could still remember your first meeting way back then.

“and I guess you really did find what you were looking for because we wouldn’t be together right now if you hadn’t asked me where that biology book that Principal Kim assigned to you was hiding.”

“You purposely hid it in your backpack, dummy!”

“I did that to impress you. Can’t believe the magic worked two years after, phew.”

“At least you get to kiss her.”

“Nevertheless, I finally kissed her.” Ni-ki smirked. “Oh and uh, you look cute by the way, with your uh… ponytail.”

“Maybe I did it to impress you. Can’t believe the magic worked a few minutes later.”

“At least it worked.”

You chuckled at him and he can’t help but blush at how much you made his heart flutter. Ni-ki planted a soft and delicate peck on your forehead with both of his hands on each side of your face. Before he could even ask you, you already know in your heart the answer you’ll give him.

“To hell with all this college shit and distance. Y/n, will you go out with me?”

You bit your bottom lip, finding yourself in a tongue-tied moment.

"Ni-ki, I—"

"What's wrong? Is it the distance? Y/n, we can work it out."

"I don't know, Ni-ki. It’s just—" a heavy sigh escaped your lips before you even finished your sentence.

"Remember, I still owe you a promise that I'll dance with you on prom night."

Truth be told, you wanted to say yes. But you don't want to spend a moment with Ni-ki while being conflicted at most. It's unfair to him.

You've always been a strong believer in Heraclitus' views that everything is temporary. You hold so much comfort to the Greek philosopher's views and Ni-ki’s well aware of that.

It would be wild to think that he wouldn't try his very best to work it out with you because as far as you knew the boy, will do everything in his will to get what he wants.

And you will be sorry for the rest of your life, for the things you wasted like worn-out toys sitting under the bed, for moments you watched while sitting in the bleachers instead of being the highlight, and for the love you could've had if not for your selfish reasons.

Ni-ki watched as you slowly walked away from him, vanishing into the hazy wind of the carnival daze.

He lowered his head in defeat, not against his unreciprocated sentiments nor himself, but against you…

and now the damage was done. —

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for being Hopper's daughter and dating Eddie Munson...

You don't know what it is about the curly haired boy who likes being loud and likes making a fool of himself but my god, you want to know more.

"You're Hopper's daughter, aren't you? Huh... cool."

When you and Eddie meet, it's pretty full on from the get go. He's interested, you're interested and things just start from there.

"What would your dad say if he knew that you were sneaking off with me to kiss in empty classrooms?"

At first with Eddie it's just casual but it's not long before something more develops between the two of you.

Once the pair of you make things official, Eddie wants to shout it from the rooftops but you're the one who asks him to keep it secret.

"You're not ashamed of me, are you?"

"What? No, of course not Eddie! I just really don't want my dad finding out. He'll make it into this big thing and I'd really rather not... Soon but not yet, okay?"

You're not worried that your dad won't like him. You know he won't. Jim Hopper would never like any boyfriends (or girlfriends) that his kids brought home. He doesn't like knowing that you and El are growing up.

You begin to sneak out at night once everyone's asleep to go meet Eddie who parks a few streets away. He always welcomes you with the biggest hug and a deep kiss.

It becomes a routine that you sneak out to go meet Eddie after 10pm and you sneak back into your house just before your dad gets up.

Eleven knows. She was one of the first people you told. She's happy that you're happy. She doesn't know why you don't tell Hopper but she keeps the secret for you anyway.

Eddie can't help but spill the beans to the Hellfire Club namely Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas. Dustin's the most excited. Mike jokes that they'll be brother in laws soon if they both were to marry you and Eleven.

It's Mike that spills the beans.

He's over at the Hopper cabin with Eleven and as the three of them are sitting having dinner Hopper asks Eleven if he knows when you're finished studying (as that's where she'd told him you were).

"Ha! She's not at the library. She's with Eddie, they'll probably be making out in the back seat of his car."

Hopper's face just falls and Eleven kicks Mike under the table hard.

"She's where? With who?"

He demands to know where you are but neither really know exactly where so he drives around town after calling the station and asking them to be on the look out for Eddie's plates.

"Eleven," Hopper growls as he's about to get in the car, "I'll deal with you when I get home."

Luckily Hopper doesn't find you and Eddie. You're too busy driving around town singing. Eddie drops you off earlier than usual, around 9pm, as always two streets away.

Your dad is sitting waiting in the living room for you and as soon as you see him, you know that he knows.

"Where've you been, kid? I'll only ask once."

"Oh god... Who told you?"

He's angry. No, he's furious. He's mad that you have a boyfriend for one and he's mad that you hid it from him for months.

It's a lot of yelling and shouting. The night ends with slammed doors and tears. You almost think about sneaking back out to meet Eddie but after about an hour, your dad walks back into your room.

"Your mom was always the one to deal with the emotional side," he huffs as he sits down on your bed, "I don't know how to do it without getting mad that my girls are growing up."

He apologises for his anger and the stuff that he said. The two of you make up and the next day, he asks to meet this Eddie.

Eddie's terrified. He's never really met parents before, never had any experience with this sort of thing.

You honestly have no idea how it's going to go down but you and Eleven are there to act as buffers. You warn both your dad and Eddie to be on their best behaviour.

It's awkward. God, it's really awkward.

It's a lot of small talk and a lot of you and Eleven trying to make the atmosphere a little better.

You're dad keeps frowning at Eddie almost as though he recognises him somehow.

Eddie tries his best to keep the conversation clean and light. Your dad keeps hammering him with questions like 'And what's your five year plan? Can't play DnD forever.' 'What are your intentions with my daughter?'. The sweat on Eddie's brow is permanent that night.

"I've been trying to figure out how I know you, Eddie Munson," Hopper says with a frown, "I lifted you a few years ago. Drugs and underage drinking."

"Oh fuck."

Eleven has to use her powers to stop Hopper from charging at Eddie then and there.

"W-Well Mr Hopper, great meeting you again and all but I really should be off now. Bye!" Eddie says hurriedly as he scrambles to grab his jacket before you're pushing him out the door.

#headcanon #headcanon prompt #prompt #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper #hopper #jim hopper imagine #hopper imagine #chief jim hopper imagine #imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things #st imagine #st

[marvelmaniac715]

I’m currently on Season Two Episode Six of The Good Place, and I decided to create a The Good Place Chucky au with Chucky in Eleanor Shellstrop’s place. This will probably still make sense if you haven’t watched the show, but I’d recommend it because not only is it hilarious, but it will give this more context. You can find it on Netflix :). When does Chucky die in this au, you ask? His very first death, back in 1988. Enjoy :).

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Pain. An endless, dark void as deep as the ocean. A sudden gasp, and then… Charles Lee Ray was sitting in a waiting room, staring at a sign that said ‘Welcome! Everything is fine’. That was… certainly odd, but what was more confusing was how he’d ended up in this waiting room. Did a well-meaning passer-by find his unconscious body and bring him to some weird hospital? If so, boy, was that a mistake on that passer-by’s part. If anyone knew who or what Chucky was, he never would have been saved.

As he contemplated the possibilities that could have brought him to this bizarre location, a door opened, revealing a… human man with silver hair wearing a suit and glasses? Out of everything that could have greeted Chucky on the other side of that door, an average looking guy was not high up on his list of possibilities. The man smiled at him and said:

“Charles? Come on in.”

How the hell did this guy know his name?

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“You, Charles Lee Ray, are dead.”

Chucky shrugged, just kind of going with it (whatever this was) at this point.

“Okay, cool. How did I go?”

The man’s smile faded slightly as he awkwardly averted his gaze and replied:

“You see, in the event of embarrassing or painful deaths we like to erase the memories to make the crossing over process slightly easier.”

Chucky frowned, picking up on the ‘we’ pronoun.

“Who is ‘we’? Where am I exactly?”

This question seemed to bring the man Chucky was speaking to back into focus, as he smiled again and responded.

“In the afterlife, there’s a Good Place and a Bad Place. You’re in the Good Place. My name is Michael, I’m a Good Place architect.”

Chucky (still frowning because this was all so weird) nodded, beginning to understand where he was. But the question still remained - why? He wasn’t unaware of his actions, he knew he was a dick if not anything else. He didn’t deserve to be in this ‘Good Place’, but he had to figure out if this was a case of mistaken identity so he could (hopefully) pretend to be who this guy Michael thought he was and avoid going to hell (or - the Bad Place to be more precise).

With the goal of gathering more information in mind, Chucky crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and asked again:

“So, how did I die?”

Michael didn’t seem like he wanted to discuss it, but Chucky shot him a more toned down version of his fiercest glare, and that seemed to convince the man (angel? It wasn’t quite clear) to spill the beans.

“You were walking through an alley near a toy store, and you… got gunned down. I’m sure you can understand why we decided to erase that particular memory.”

That seemed like a very him way to die. It was probably a heist gone wrong. Man, he hoped Eddie got away okay, the poor guy was so loyal, he probably stayed by Chucky’s side till the end. Hopefully he was able to get away and tell Tiffany what happened. 

Chucky now felt at ease with the knowledge that he probably did deserve to be in this place, because that death was certainly fitting. What he did to end up here was certainly a mystery, so he wanted to find that out.

“Hey Mikey- can I call you Mikey? Too bad, I’m gonna call you Mikey- why do I deserve to be here, huh? What did I do that was so great?”

Michael flashed Chucky a blinding smile as he explained:

“You’re actually my hero, Charles.”

“Call me Chucky.”

“…Okay, Chucky. You’re my hero because your humanitarian efforts around the globe were simply unparalleled. I mean, your anti-violence campaign in the impoverished neighbourhoods of New York? Brought tears to my eyes. You earned over a million points through that campaign alone.”

Okay, so there was clearly a case of mistaken identity here. Right death, wrong life. Whoever this other poor bastard was, if they’d swapped places with Chucky, they were gonna be on a fun trip to the Bad Place when they kicked the bucket. Chucky almost felt bad about it, but… he really didn’t care.

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After receiving the full brief from Michael about afterlife life, Chucky was taken for a tour around an idyllic neighbourhood that contained way too many frozen yogurt stores for his liking. He had to sit through a boring opening event that mentioned something about soulmates and points (that explained Michael’s reference to ‘points’ earlier when he justified why Chucky deserved to be there). 

After the tour and the opening speech, Chucky was led to his house. Any sympathy he might have had for Humanitarian Charles immediately faded when he saw where he was expected to live. It was tiny, there were no stairs and the lights were blindingly bright. To make matters worse; there were hundreds of paintings of those new Good Guy dolls covering the walls, and for some reason that made Chucky feel quite uneasy…

As he processed everything going on, Michael explained to him that he was about to meet his soulmate.

“For many people, a soulmate is a person with whom they share a romantic connection. But for you, the system has paired you with a platonic soulmate, a best friend, if you will.”

So he couldn’t actually find love even in paradise, great. As the crushing realisation that he would never be loved by anyone romantically in a truly impactful way washed over him, Chucky fixed his gaze on the front door and felt his heart stop when a man nervously shuffled into view as Michael said:

“Meet your soulmate: Daniel Pierce.”

Sarah’s husband. Oh god, his cover would be blown immediately. But of course; Chucky never truly had control over his tongue, and the first words out of his mouth when he locked eyes with his soulmate were:

“What the fork? Wait, why can’t I say fork?”

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #the good place #charles lee ray #horror #fanfiction #the good place au #daniel pierce #michael the good place

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Hiraeth by cherrywhiskey

Beautiful, mesmerizing, heart-breaking, and restoring. This last chapter was absolutely perfect. It was human - which is often the hardest thing to capture. Loved it!

❤️🥰 Prepare to have MANY feels!

Quotes:

"Pleasant weather, isn't it?" 

"Mn." 

Well, okay. He admits his opening wasn't exactly what you'd call inviting but it deserved something more than a sound that can't even distinctly be considered a yes or no. He needs a conversation, something to occupy his mind with so his nerves won't be all over the place. The tension in the car is too thick and electrifying and without something to focus on, he's pretty sure he'll vibrate out of his skin. 

"Do you remember me from school, Lan Wangji?" 

This time, Lan Wangji turns to fix him with an unreadable glance before his gaze sweeps back to the road. Something flickers in his eyes in that fraction of a moment but extinguishes quickly. 

"I do," he says, a bit too soft. 

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And then, there are times when Lan Zhan does things that make Wei Ying feel... some sort of way. 

Like the time they had met on Lan Zhan's request and Wei Ying had whined about a headache. The man had refused to listen to reason and given him a massage before gently laying him in bed and ordering him to sleep. Wei Ying, too tired to argue had given in and then woken up feeling unreasonably chirpy. 

Or the time he had brought him red bean steamed buns from the local shop that Wei Ying had once raved about in passing, among a hoard of his usual rambles, never meant to be remembered. He had handed him the box with a simple, "I happened to be in the same area," completely unaware of its recipient's surprise. 

Wei Ying had blown him about it. 

He had also refused to share the buns with anyone, gobbling them all down to the last morsel all by himself. 

Lan Zhan is a thoughtful man. Nothing wrong with appreciating that. While Wei Ying does realize this isn't the sort of thing friends with negotiated favors should indulge in, he believes it's harmless. In fact, it isn't worth overthinking.

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Lan Zhan never really acknowledged it as a crush but he always wanted to get to know more about the boy who saved that rabbit. He wanted to be his friend.

But Wei Ying was always a bit of a whirlwind, too fleet-footed for him to catch up with. Too much life in him for Lan Zhan to be able to grasp into his tiny hands. Too bright to look at. 

And by the time Lan Zhan learned how to make friends – or rather, how to let people be his friend – there was already a demarcation between them. And Wei Ying was on the other side of it, too out of reach for him.

Perhaps if he had been a little more welcoming, they could have crossed that boundary. 

Or in high school, instead of getting angry every time Wei Ying tried to get a rise out of him, if he had simply exerted more control over his thundering heart and been a bit more easygoing, they could have at least become friends. 

But high school came to an end too soon and reality finally set in. They were no longer children. He knew Wei Ying was going to pursue engineering. He was ambitious for all that he was going to learn, all the difference he was going to make in the world. Lan Zhan didn't doubt it for one bit, Wei Ying was too brilliant a star to not shine. But this change also made Lan Zhan come face to face with his own reality. He had his own little dreams, not as ambitious but equally precious to him. 

Wei Ying and he were on too different orbits to ever intersect and so, he had allowed himself to accept that maybe, an untold story with no beginning was all they were ever going to be. 

E, 156k

Summary:

Hiraeth (Welsh): A deep homesickness; an intense, irrational longing for something irretrievably lost.

"And what becomes of us? The likes of me?"

Lan Zhan shrugs. "They just have to be loved till they learn to believe," he says, looking straight into Wei Ying's eyes, as if it's only the most blatant truth, as if he has no reason to avert his eyes, as if it really is just that simple.

"The likes of you."

The Jiang Tech CEO falls into an arrangement of mutual bedroom favours with his so-called nemesis, the second Lan heir, assuming the odds against them are high enough for complications like feelings to never rear their head. It takes a particularly wretched intervention for him to realize just how naive he had been.

OR: same old falling in love, losing it and getting back together.

@cheerywhiskey

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fic #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #mdzs fanfiction #mainly wy pov #little LZ pov #long fic

[talktomeinclexa]

On the Ground All Can Hear You Scream

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None in this chapter. Violent, blood, injuries in others

Status: WIP

Summary: Novitiate Lexa is captured by reapers and wakes up locked in a cage, not knowing that the blonde who finds her there will change her destiny. Unless this enemy turns out to be who Fate had in store for her?

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Chapter 8: Welcome to the Ground…

“Come on, Timmy. Finish your vegetables so you can go back to school. Mrs. Vie won’t wait for you if you’re late.”

The little boy sighed and kept pushing his beans around with his fork, wasting time. The cohabitation between the siblings and the Griffins had gone relatively smoothly considering the situation, yet some days remained challenging. Especially when Clarke was alone at home, taking care of them while her parents worked on the cure.

Before she could insist, Lucy, tired of waiting for her brother, stumped her foot. “Hurry up, Timmy! Otherwise, the Grounders will eat your food, and then they’ll eat you.”

“Lucy!” Clarke snapped before pulling her lip between her teeth when the girl winced and Timmy looked about to cry. “It’s okay, Timmy. No one is going to hurt you. Go brush your teeth, okay? We’ll try again tonight.”

Once the boy had left, she turned to face Lucy. “Why would you tell him that? Trikru are our allies. We talked about this.”

“They are dangerous. Mommy said we shouldn’t trust them. They will kill us one day when they grow tired of you being their pet.”

Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, a mutinous look on her face. Clarke groaned internally. Mary Emerson had kept the details of their father’s death from her children, involuntarily facilitating their new living arrangement. Alas, she still filled their heads with silly ideas and baseless fears regarding Trikru and the other clans. No matter how many times Clarke tried to tell them they had nothing to fear from Lexa’s people, Lucy refused to budge. She avoided the volunteers like the plague and encouraged her brother to do the same.

Not wanting to open the can of worms related to Mary’s death, Clarke gave up. One day, she and her parents would have to explain to the Emerson siblings what had happened and her role in their deaths. But not yet. They were far too young to understand.

“Go get your things, please. We’ll leave as soon as Timmy is ready.”

Lucy backed her chair without saying a word, scraping the floor as she went. Oblivious to Clarke’s sagging shoulders, she disappeared into the small bedroom she shared with Timmy to get her bag.

Clarke didn’t begrudge them for being difficult that day. Her parents had left early and missed lunch, probably wanting to be alone in case it was the last time. Although they didn’t know what was happening, the siblings picked up on the household’s nervousness.

Timmy’s anxiety spiked when they reached his classroom, and he refused to let go of Clarke. Lucy left without saying goodbye, already showing a pronounced independent streak. But her brother had clung to Clarke since they moved in with the Griffins. After losing his parents, he was surprisingly attached to the young woman, often asking to sleep in her bed when a nightmare woke him up. How he would react if anything happened to Jake was a mystery.

“Timmy, come on,” Mrs. Vie, the teacher, said. “James is already inside waiting for you.”

Even mentioning his best friend wasn’t enough to persuade the boy to let go of Clarke’s waist.

“I don’t want to go. What if you’re not here when I get out?” He whined, his face pressed against her stomach.

Clarke hesitated, not wanting to lie to him. Would she find the strength to pick him up if something happened? But if not her, then who? Abby would be in no condition either.

Taking a deep breath, she kneeled to be at his level. “I’ll be there. Mrs. Vie told me exactly what time you’ll finish, and I’ll pick you and Lucy up. Like yesterday. Okay?”

“Pinkie promise?”

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#clexa #clexaweek day 3 #day 3 6 years later #On the Ground #heda lexa #clarke griffin #maunon clarke #canon divergent au #from brave children to badass leaders

[candidapple]

Have you read Black Butler by Yana Toboso? obviously its a lot different than Twist, but there are some particularly lovely characters (My personal favorite is Snake, hes cool beans)

anon your timing is frankly uncanny because i literally JUST got back into black butler after cough hack nearly a decade away from it. i got into twst in the first place 1) bishonen disney villains 2) i saw yana toboso's name attached to the project and got punched directly in the gut by weeb nostalgia. which, in turn, prompted me to revisit an old favorite.

possibly the favorite? top 5, for sure. it's like it was engineered in a lab to appeal to me specifically lmao: beautiful art that just gets more stunning as toboso's honed her craft, an absolutely BONKERS sense of humor that lulls you into a false sense of security as the creeping gothic horror sneaks up behind you to wrap a cold hand around your throat and squeeze, the character depth to be found in the most unexpected of secondary and even tertiary characters. segueing into that, i too am a big fan of the good scaly boy snake who has never done anything wrong in his life, ever (and neither have his snake friends!!) i also have a deep and abiding love for best girls mey-rin and grell, narrative foils agni and soma, and of course our wayward protagonists who are both just simply Awful, Like Literally the Worst.

it's kind of funny coming back to it now, too, seeing jade in sebastian's smiles or looking at that one goth twink from the public school arc and going IDIA?? lmao as you can see from this essay here i am having a good time!! and obviously you and any other interested parties are very welcome to discuss bb with me whenever the spirit moves you 🖤🖤

#!candid replies

[ochomachuu]

yea

#osomatsu san #ososan #karamatsu #choromatsu #todomatsu #suirikumatsu #zaimokumatsu #cybermatsu #katakanamatsu #i want to be popular vs i want to be accepted vs i want to be noticed #welcome to me looking too deep into bean boys #i feel like for any two of them you could say theyre either the same or the opposite depending on how you compare them #with zaimoku one bases his facade on what he likes while the other bases it on what other people might like #with cyber one is words over actions while the other is actions over words #with suiriku one gives into others easily while the other stands his ground #another thing suiriku have in common is being out of touch with reality #i feel like you could draw these sorts of comparisons with other trios too #i just think theyre neat #other ideas i had for zaimokus section included: #i do what i want #dont make me do things #exclusive #crybaby #punching bag #that last one made me sad though

[pervysenpaix]

Hi friends ! So I’m sitting here thinking about Dickhead Deku ☹️ MDNI

Deku wasn’t the most confident in high school, especially when compared to his besties Katsuki and Shoto.

Girls often told him that he was “cute” or “adorable”, but that wasn’t what he was going for.

He wanted to be hot 🥵

So the cute little bean pierced his tongue and nose, tatted “DE” “KU” on his calves and got an undercut.

By the 3rd year came around his was rolling in cewchie, often catching more snatch than his bros.

Except Kirishima. He’s a fucking WHORE.

Our bean’s confidence was at and all time high. Ego boosting even further during his ProHero debut.

Isaiah Niggadoriya was in full effect.

I’m talking ULTIMATE LIGHTSKIN.

More toxic than a Brent Faiyaz album.

If Deku saw a girl, and he wanted her, he got her. No questions asked.

With his charming white smile, cute freckles, mischievous eyes and bo legged stance that indicated something heavy hanging between his thighs 🌚. Nobody turned down the symbol of hope.

Nobody except you.

See, you were the cute girl that worked in the social media department at Endeavor’s agency. You’d been assigned to handle all of Shoto & Dynamight’s platforms because Shoto lacked people skills and Kacchan kept flashing out on trolls. Even claimed to be dating some girl that trolled him in America 🌚

This meant that you spent a good amount of time hanging around the hero, taking candids and getting quotes. Which in turn led to you spending a good bit of time with his friends.

“Hi (Y/N) thank you for the Soba. It was delicious.” Shoto smiled, giving you a cute head pat and taking the seat next to you. It felt kinda antiblack but he’s fine so whatever 🥲. “You’re welcome , Sho. Gotta keep my boys fed”. A deep chuckle sounded as Midoriya walked through the door, “I like to eat too, doll”.

Now, any other girl would’ve been on their knees right then and there but you scoffed, looking him up and down to return your attention to the two heroes that you’d been assigned too.

Deku hated this.

He’d been trying to get with you since you started working with his buddies but you wouldn’t give him the time of day.

He was convinced that the only words you knew were. “STOP” “NO” and “DONT”.

At least that was what he thought until he stayed late one night and heard you screaming “NO DON’T STOP!” From Yo Shindo’s office.

YO FUCKING SHINDO ?

He was baffled.

You didn’t give him the time of day but you were fucking the great value version ?

Terrible.

“Really, YN?” Midoriya raised a brow , “Shindo? Baby , why go generic when you can have the real thing ?” A look of pure disgust crossed your features. “Let’s not compete where you don’t compare, Deku. At least Shindo knows how to treat a woman.” You gathered your things to head towards the car, he followed you of courses. Keeping as eyes glued on your ass that jiggled every time you took a step. Good god, he though as he held the door open. “I’ve never gotten any complaints from my lady friends”. You groaned, “that’s cause you’re cringe af. I’ve seen both Kat and Sho’s phones and anyone who refers to themselves as “pussy destroyer” followed by countless photos of them and multiple women in compromising positions is a “no” for me.”

Well damn. Couldn’t really argue when you put it like that. “I like nice guys” you continued, “guys that take me on dates and ask me about my day. Guys that aren’t just trying to fuck”. It was really hard for him not to laugh. Did you really think Shindo was genuine ? He’d been fake since high school. To think he’d actually scammed his way into your pants, and apparently your heart with the way you smiled absentmindedly at the thought of him.

Okay, if you wanted a nice guy then that’s what he’d be. Taking it back to high school, he turned into that cute , nerdy guy that all the girls friendzoned. Always popping up to say hi, being overly friendly and making conversation, pretending to care when you rambled about your day, acting like he was getting flustered from being near your when he was really blushing at the thought of how good you’d look choking on his dick.

Eventually, he’d gotten close enough for you to consider him a friend. Unfortunately, you’d also gotten even closer to Yo, unaware that he was fucking random fan girls every week because you were so “in love”. Lucky for you Izuku was, recording every encounter, sometimes even setting them up. “Hey, bro. I think that girl wants to talk to you.” He’d wink and pat Yo’s shoulder and the idiot would bite every time.

Finally, the time had come for some “anonymous” person to airdrop you the videos of Yo fucking around. You were distraught, in a complete state of disarray. Lucky for you, your good friend Izuku just happened to be walking around the corner when you started crying. “Hey , it’s okay. Forget him, he’s an asshole. My place is nearby, let’s go. We can watch movies and eat ice cream. You’ll forget all about him.”

Now you’re in his bed, two fingers rubbing your tongue, brushing the back of your throat and collecting saliva to rub on your budding nipples while he sucks on your clit and fingers your cunt.

He was right. You did forget about him. You couldn’t even remember his name after the third orgasm. All you could say was “Deku” and he hasn’t even pulled his dick out yet. His cock was twitching in his pants and he moaned around your bud as your pussy gushed on his fingers. Maybe when he fucked you, then you’d forget your name as well.

@xogabbiexo @plussizeficchick @blkchxrryblyss @bookwormsenpai @nasty-quillz @namjoonswifeyy @riozakii

#dickhead deku #deku x black!reader #deku x reader #izuku x black!reader #izuku x reader

[peachyysugaa]

coffee

― vlogger!yang jungwon x cafe server!gn!reader

there's a reason jungwon always holds his study vlogs at the same cafe, and it's not just because of the good coffee.

genre: fluff, humor

wc: 1.8k + 2 special text messages at the bottom!

warnings: food cw, but otherwise, jungwon is a huge simp‼️

a/n: i just sat down in my bed and wrote this in 2-3 hours LMAO i hope y'all enjoy i think this turned out super cute 🥺

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the fourth upload! feel free to read by itself~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

the sound of the bell chimes as he walks through the door of the cafe, smells of coffee filling his nose.

"welcome!" a familiar voice calls from the counter. yang jungwon gives the friendly barista a nod before going straight to his usual booth seat next to the window.

he's taking a deep breath while setting down his backpack with his study materials and video equipment. the college freshman is placing his items in place, a common routine that comes naturally to him, when your welcoming voice calls out to him.

line break insurance stop failing me

"good afternoon, jungwon-ssi." he looks up and feels his ears becoming warmer. dressed in your uniform with the black short-sleeved button up, the brown ribbon adorning your collar, and the matching brown unisex apron skirt, you looked as stunning as usual to him. "your usual?" you ask with a tilt of your head.

"oh, yeah, uhm... the usual please," jungwon replies.

"coming right up!" you say with a bright smile before bowing and going back to the counter. as you walk back, the youtuber recalls the first time he had come into the cafe.

it was a cold winter morning. jungwon had an important midterm the next day, and jake hyung and heeseung hyung had invited him out to a cafe not so far from his dorm.

"hyung, i have a midterm tomorrow. i need to study," jungwon pouted through his scarf, his breath visibly seen as a puff breaking through the frigid air.

"and like i said, i'll help you study for it," jake chuckled.

"come on, jungwon, you need a break once in a while," heeseung pointed out as he started to open the door for the three of them.

"fine," the youngest replied with an eye roll. "but if i fail any of my midterms this week, it's on you two."

"yea, yea, it's on us, now let's get in. it's so cold!" jake complained. the door opened with a chime, and the three boys were welcomed by the fresh scent of coffee beans and pastries and the cafe's warm atmosphere.

and it's at that moment jungwon saw one of the cafe servers at the front counter. "welcome! please sit down wherever you want."

he didn't know what caught his eye first: your kind smile, your warm aura, the list could go on and on. the environmental science major didn't even realize he was still staring as he sat down with his friends until heeseung coughed and nudged him with a knowing smirk. "looks like taking a break wasn't so bad after all, huh?"

and ever since then, jungwon has been returning to this cafe whenever he could for the past four months or so, to the same spot and to see the same server.

a clinking of dishes being set down before him snaps him out of his reminiscing.

"here you go," you say to him with your best smile. "can i get you anything else?"

"oh no, no thank you," he replies.

your eyebrows visibly furrow a bit. "are you sure? you've usually started studying by now. is there something bothering you?"

jungwon swears he can hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute. "you've noticed?"

and if his heartbeat was going too fast for him, the moment your face beams with your perfect smile, it stops. "yea! you're one of my regulars, of course i do."

"really?"

"yup! so if there's anything i can do to help, let me know."

"then, will you join me on your break?" the sentence is out of his mouth and past his lips before he can even register that it is, and the moment he realizes what he said, jungwon rushes to take it back. "i am—"

"sure! i can do that," you reply. the look on his face must be so dumb, mouth agape and eyes wide like a fish out of water. you check your wristwatch and nod. "i'll be on my half in about 30 minutes, okay?"

he nods robotically, still in disbelief that his crush agreed to hang out with him. you just give him your wonderful smile before leaving to take care of other patrons and do your job.

again, the environmental science major is staring and has to shake his head to snap out of it and begin taking out his study materials. he notices that the mocha latte's frothy heart still sits unbothered as he whips out his camera and tripod. heart beating at the touching gesture, he reaches forward and takes a sip, filled with the warmth that never fails him.

after setting up his video equipment, jungwon studies diligently for the next 30 or so minutes, bopping his head every once and a while to the soft cafe jazz and taking the often sip of his beloved coffee. he's in the middle of reading a dreaded textbook when he hears a soft ahem above him.

it's you, hair untucked from the earlier hairstyle and apron skirt gone. you mouth to him if it's okay to sit down with the camera filming.

he makes a soft ah in realization and puts up his index finger, signaling to give him just a second. he's relieved to see you nod and wait patiently. picking up the camera and the tripod, he wants to wrap up quickly so that you can join him soon.

"bye everyone, hope your studying went well!" he signs off in a hushed whisper with a wave to the lens. jungwon turns off the camera and makes a motion to let you know he's done as he packs up his video equipment.

"it's so fun seeing you film here," you giggle quietly to yourself. "i watch your videos from time to time when i study here, so i think studying with you for real will be extra effective."

"y-you watch my videos?" jungwon was already shocked from all of this, so consider him frozen now. it's like all the beings above decided to look down upon him with lots of luck today, because he sure is being blessed with a little too much. in fact, the study vlogger almost feels like it's too good to be true, but he'll take his chances.

"i do, you're really entertaining and studious," you confess as you prepare your laptop for work.

"wow... thank you," he mumbles, hiding his embarrassed face behind the mug of coffee. as you start typing up whatever assignment you're working on, jungwon is back to reading his textbook. how productively and effectively he's studying though, well, it's a little hard when his crush is sitting right in front of him giving him heart palpitations.

in his mind, he decides that for every paragraph he reads, he'll let himself look at you and your pretty face. jungwon silently prays that you won't notice him using this actually very effective carrot-and-stick method way of studying, because he knows himself that it's rather creepy of him, but if he doesn't use what the beings above have given him in this way, it'll either be wasted or used too much.

"sorry, am i... distracting you?" you're speaking up, tucking a hair behind your ear.

jungwon stammers before he's able to come up with an excuse for being caught staring. "n-no! i just... i was just wondering what your major was! yeah... yeah! it's a little awkward knowing you know a bit about me, but i know close to nothing about you," he manages to cover up. the student mentally gives himself a pat on the back for that well-crafted responses and cheers.

"oh gosh, i'm sorry i made it awkward for you," you say, placing your hands to your cheeks to calm down the burning. jungwon had always thought you were pretty, but he's finding these new expressions from you so endearing. he can't help but want to see more. "so you mentioned my major, right?" he nods. "agricultural science."

in his head, he is screaming in the void. everyone decided that he's the favorite child today, huh? finding out that his crush has a similar major to his really is the whipped cream on his chocolate ice cream. "oh, our majors are pretty similar then."

"yeah," you nod cutely. "i hope we have a class together one of these days—we can be study buddies!"

okay, he takes it back. is this punishment? jungwon's no longer sure how much of this cuteness he can take before he explodes or something from it. "yea, me too. if you see me in a lecture hall, just sit down next to me." he hopes he played it off coolly with that statement.

"mhm, i'll take you up for that," you reply. "is there anything else you want to know?"

"hmm... favorite drink here?"

"ooh, that's tough," you mutter, pausing to think with a hand on your chin. "i guess it would have to be the cinnamon vanilla latte? it pairs well with our cinnamon rolls—you should try it sometime," you offer with a giggle.

the two of you continue like this, him asking the occasional question between some studying moments and you answering back while diligently typing up what he finds out is your essay for your psych ge.

the next thing you two know, your break is over. had it not been for your wristwatch's soft beeps, you probably wouldn't even have noticed with the comfortable setting you've created with jungwon.

"oh, look at that, my break's over," you comment, turning off the beeping and starting to pack your stuff.

maybe the beings above gave him this opportunity to test him, but now this opportunity is slowly slipping through the cracks of his fingers as you begin to get up from your seat, and the vlogger cannot let that happen. not after how long he's waited and not when this golden chance is right in front of him. "w-wait, y/n-ssi," he calls out.

you give a hum in response to show your acknowledgment.

"can i... take you out on a date sometime?" jungwon blurts out.

the blank look you give him makes him start to panic.

"erm..! i guess you're okay with studying, but it doesn't have to be, i mean—" he starts to ramble until he's cut off by your soft laughter.

"i would love to, jungwon."

"wait, really?"

'ugh, stupid!' he thinks to himself. 'don't ruin your jungone chance!' but luckily for him, the beings above are still shining their light on the college freshman known as yang jungwon.

"yea, i enjoyed your company, and i can't lie... i really like seeing you here," you sheepishly admit. your cheeks are red as you quickly grab one of his pens and a spare napkin on the table. "before my manager gets mad at me, here's my number. text me the details of our date, okay?"

with that, you're running back to your shift and running laps in his mind. as he saves your number in his phone, your name with a little heart next to it, he holds his fingers to his lips and feels himself unconsciously smile.

in the adrenaline rush, he decides to text his hyungs the news.

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To my future son

Summary: I know your requests are closed, but with Chris’s interviews today this popped into my head about the advice he would give to his unborn son, and when you’re brain gets noisy, write it down. What if when the reader tells Chris, she’s pregnant and all throughout the pregnancy, he writes advice and stuff to his unborn child. You had no clue he was doing this, and after the birth, he showed you what he has been up to.

Warning: fluff, pregnant reader

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

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You've been feeling extremely sick the past two weeks. You couldn't keep your food down no matter how small, you kept threw up every morning and you were craving the most random combos. You knew right away that you were probably pregnant so when Chris was away for work one day you decided to get some test.

You drove straight to the drugstore at around 10am. Lucky for you it was morning and barely anyone was out so you had a good chance of not being seen by one of Chris's crazy fans.

You parked your car and made your way inside. Right off the door was some little shopping baskets which you grabbed before you ventured through the store. You walked straight to the aisle with the pregnancy test. There was so many it blew your mind. You scrunched up your eyebrows as you scanned over them. You wanted to get one that was perfect and that would tell you the truth.

Eventually you decided to get a costy one and one that was cheap. You placed them in the basket before you walked from the aisle. You decided to pick up some jelly beans, a pint of ice cream, a bone for dodger and some random candy bars. After you got everything you went straight to the counter.

At the counter was a older woman who most likely didn't know Chris, she definitely didn't know you. You watched as she picked up the pregnancy test and smile. You couldn't help but smile back.

"I remember this moment when I was younger." She said as she rung them up. "I hope it works out for you." You smiled at the women's kind words. The thought of having a baby made your heart skip a beat. You were praying that you were pregnant.

When everything was rung up you payed, thanked the woman before you walked back out to your car. You got in, placed your bags in the passenger seat before you drove out of the parking lot back home.

It was a short drive to yours and Chris's concord home. When you returned home, you parked your car before you got out and walked inside. As soon as you entered you were met with a happy dodger.

"hi buddy." You scratched his head making his tail wag harder. You smiled at him. "I got you something from the store." You pulled away and reached into the bag. He happy watched you pull out a delicious bone. "Here you go." You unwrapped it and handed it to him. He took it gently before walking away with it.

"your welcome." You laughed. You walked through the house into your bedroom. You placed the bag on the bed before digging through it. You pulled out the pregnancy test and inhaled. Your heart was thumping against your chest as you walked to the bathroom with them.

You sat on the edge of the tub and ripped open the box. You pulled them out and looked at them. You took a huge deep breath. "It's going to be okay y/n." You said to yourself. You started doing the little process to see your results.

After you peed on the little stick you waited a 3 minutes which felt like a million years. When your phone timer ringed, you picked up the test. Your hand was shaking as you turned it around so you can see the results.

Positive!

You gasped. You were pregnant finally. Tears began to form in your eyes as you placed the test on the counter. You couldn't wait to tell Chris.

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You wanted to make telling Chris you were pregnant special so you took a little trip to target (or baby store) and picked up some gender neutral pair of shoes.

They were so tiny and it made you want to cry. Your future baby will have those little feet. You paid for them and made your way back home. Before Chris could return and see what you were doing, you placed the shoes and positive pregnancy test in a box Along with the jelly beans you brought earlier that day. You wrote him a little card telling him how much you loved him and slipped it in the bag. As you did you heard the door open.

"baby." He called out as he closed the door. You walked into the foyer with a smile on your face. Chris chuckled as he looked at you. "What are you so happy about?" He asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "Well um I have to to tell you something."

You took his hands, "you ready?" Chris smiled, "yeah." You smiled back at him before leading him to the bedroom. As soon as you entered, Chris noticed the box sitting on the bed.

"what's this?" He asked as he looked down at it. "It's for you. Just a little gift from me." Chris looked up at you confused but opened it anyways.

He ripped the ribbon off and lifted the top. He picked up the little note you just finished. "Hm, let's see what this." He opened it and began to read it in silence. You watched as his face turn into a smile. It made you smile too.

When he was done he looked over at you. "I love it." He leaned over and kissed you. Before the kiss could get too heated, you pulled away. "Okay, we're not done. Look through the bag." Chris laughed as he placed the letter down. He looked through, eyebrows scrunched. When he saw the baby shoes his heart stopped.

He turned to look at you to see you smiling. "Are you serious?" You smiled, choking back tears. "No, we're going to have a baby."

Chris couldn't contain himself. He let a few tears escape before he hugged you. "I've been waiting for this moment for – forever." He said through his tears. You nodded, agreeing with him. "Me too."

Chris pulled away and cupped your cheek before kissing you. He kissed you with so much passion, almost like it was the last kiss he'll ever give you.

He then pulled away, got down on his knees and kissed your none existing bump. "Hi little guy or girl, I'm going to give you the world. I promise."

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Ever since that day Chris has been ecstatic. The day after finding out you were pregnant he brought a notebook and a scrapbook.

He wrote down so many things he wanted his little jelly beans. He told him about the current world, the good and the bad. He mentioned you some many times it was insane. And when he found out he was having a boy he was sure to give him advice on how to treat people, how to be a helpful person, and how to do certain things that could come in handy.

You had no idea he wrote any of those things until after birth.

Labor was long and stressful for you. It was almost 12 hours before you were able to give birth to your baby.

Now a few hours later he was cleaned, checked and now laying asleep against your chest. You couldn't stop smiling as you looked at him. He was so adorable and he was your little baby for the rest of your life.

You looked over at Chris who was sitting in the chair beside you. He had a notebook in his hand, writing in it. "Chris, what are you doing?"

Chris looked at you, "oh I'm writing notes and advice for our bubba. I started after you found out you were pregnant."

You had no idea he was doing that. "That's so sweet." You said. Chris smiled while nodding. He placed the notebook on the table and got up. He walked over to you. He leaned down and gave you a kiss before he looked at y/s/n. "I don't know if you heard me when you were just a little peanut but like I said, I'm going to give you the world."

Y/s/n smiled the slightest. He may or may not have heard Chris but he was never going to break his promise.

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[randominagines]

An Ouat Peter Pan X fem!reader in which she dresses up like a boy to go to Neverland and reunite with her best friend. Her plan is to take him away but things go a bit differently.

Pairing: Ouat Peter Pan X fem!reader

Warning: sex reference, violence, blood, death, language, kidnapping

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

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The magic bean

Knowing that your best friend had been taken on the legendary island of Neverland is a thing, but dressing up as a boy and stealing a magic bean to follow him there was another level of craziness. That's exactly what y/n did. After all, she and Rupert grew up together and always heard stories about Neverland, its magical forest and famous leader. As soon as they found out how to call the Shadow they did it, leaving the orphanage where they lived since they were abandoned there was their ultimate goal. But things didn't went as planned: the Shadow arrived and took Rupert, but left y/n there. "No girls allowed on the island." he had said to her. She never forgot Rupert's attempt to stay with her, but the Shadow had been called and wouldn't have left without a boy. Rupert was taken away against his will and she spent a whole year trying to find a magic bean. Now, she was finally on that damn island.

She stood up, the landing hadn't been exactly soft but the sand gladly cushioned the blow. She messaged her back and looked around: in front of her, crystal clear waters were shining under the moonlight and a dense forest stood behind her. She quickly made sure that her disguise was okay: she was wearing a pair of morbid trousers and a large shirt to cover her curves, she had even wrapped her breast in a tight bandage to make it flatter. Her hair were in hidden under a hat and her face covered in dirt. She opened her hand: the other magic bean she had stolen was standing there. She put it in her pocket and nodded, ready to find Rupert and to run away with him.

Before she could even come up with a plan, she heard footsteps approaching: a group of boys immediately spotted her and ran toward her. She covered her face by wearing the hood of her cloak. They surrounded her. -- A new boy! -- one of them shouted while they all stopped around her. She took a deep breath and watched a tall boy walking toward her. -- Welcome to Neverland, new recruit. What's you name? -- he asked. She scanned them all to see if Rupert was between them and felt disappointment when realised that he wasn't there. -- Uhm, Ste... -- she was about to say, then she coughed to make her voice deeper. -- Steven. -- she concluded coming up with the first name she could think of.

The boy raised an eyebrow but nodded. -- Welcome Steven, follow us, you'll meet our leader. -- he said and she did as she was told. The forest was darker that how it seamed from outside: huge branches didn't allow to the moonlight to penetrate and the absolute silence was almost disturbing. The boys knew exactly where to go and she realised that they were leading her to a camp because she started hearing the noise of other voices getting closer.

-- Uhm, I know that a friend of mine ended up here too, his name is Rupert and he has blonde hair and brown eyes, a lot of freckles. Does this ring a bell? -- she asked, her voice sounding extremely strange even to her hears. The boy who spoke to her before nodded. -- Rupert! Of course, he's on a mission for our leader, probably dealing with the pirates on the other side of the shore. If he survives you'll see him in a month or two. -- he said and she almost gasped: was he in danger? The boy laughed. -- You should see your face! I was kidding, he's in the enchanted forest, searching for something our leader needs but he'll be back in a few days, don't worry. -- he joked and she pretended to laugh but her heart had almost skipped a beat: Rupert was like a brother to her, the only family she ever had.

The boy smiled at her. -- Welcome to our camp, Steven. -- he said and she looked around: the camp was bigger than she expected. There were almost fifty boys, some of them sitting on the ground and playing instruments, some other eating from coconut shells, some others dancing around the bonfire. That place looked cosy and they all seamed happy. She bite her lower lip wondering if she had done the right thing. Even if she managed to find Rupert, was he going to abandon all of that to go back to a life of uncertainties? She couldn't know.

A blonde boy walked toward them, his face crossed by a deep scar and his expression bored. -- Paul, why is your group always late? Have you collected water? We're running out of... -- he suddenly stopped talking as soon as he laid his eyes on her. -- Who's this? -- he asked, his eyebrows raising. Paul shrugged. -- Found him on the beach, probably the Shadow left him a few hours ago. -- he simply answered and y/n tried to cover her face by moving a lock of her hair in front of her eyes. The boy nodded and left, he looked pensive.

Paul kept walking. -- Now I'm going to show you your tent and tomorrow you'll start training and you'll meet our leader. -- he said and y/n nodded while walking next to him. He looked at her. -- Can you fight? -- he asked and she nodded. -- Yes, I've been trained. -- she said and she wasn't lying: the orphanage was a kind of place in which you learn how to fight back or you get massacred, no middle ground. He nodded. -- Perfect, then... -- he couldn't finish because a boy walked toward them.

Y/n looked at him and couldn't help but widen her eyes: he was handsome. He had the deepest green eyes she had ever seen, his stare was just mesmerising. His brown hair were a bit messy and his lips curved into a smile, a mischievous one. He radiated pure power and when he stopped in front of her she stared at him. -- Paul, have you found a lost puppy along the way? -- he asked, his voice soft while he started walking around her, his eyes studying her. She turned to face him while Paul nodded. -- Yes Pan, fresh meat for you. -- he said and Pan smiled. -- I see. leave us, Paul, I want to talk to the little one. -- he commanded and he did as told.

Now they were alone. He kept staring at her. -- It's warm tonight, remove your cloak or you'll melt down. -- he joked and she shrugged: she was actually feeling the heat of that night. She was seriously starting to feel as if she couldn't breath properly and she was sweating. -- I'm always cold. -- she lied and felt her skin burning. He laughed and raised his hand: with a quick movement, a green mist came out from his fingers and a scarf appeared in his hand.

She almost screamed: was he a magician? She had never seen one even if in the Enchanted Forest there were whispers about them. He gently wrapped the scarf around her neck. -- Here you are, my boy. -- he said underlining the last word. She immediately felt and insane warmth invading her body: she thought she was about to melt like wax. She took a deep breath and looked at him: he was smiling in satisfaction, so she understood. "This bastard knows." she thought and shook her head before coming to the conclusion that her plan was totally screwed up.

She raised her arms in surrender. -- Okay, you won. -- she said, her voice now back to the normal tone, and removed the scarf, the clock and the hat. He looked at her: her y/h/C hair were attached to her skins, the sweat making it shine like she was covered in crystals, her y/e/c eyes were filled with determination and her lips were red because she was nervously biting them. He couldn't help but think that she was extremely beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had seen in years.

He grinned. -- Good girl. What's your name and how did you arrive here? -- he asked and she blushed a bit but immediately answered. -- I am y/n. I stole a magic bean, I'm here for my best friend, Rupert. -- she sincerely said and he raised an eyebrow while taking a step closer to her. -- Your best friend? Do you want to take him away with you? That would explain this. -- he said and opened his hand, she gasped: her magic bean appeared in his palm.

She looked at him in shock before touching her pocket. -- Hey, that's mine, I almost got killed to steal it. -- she said and he laughed while getting closer to her, his face now standing centimetres from hers. -- Let's make a deal, shall we? -- he asked while putting the bean back in her pocket. She held her breath while he stared at her, his eyes stuck into hers. He was so close she could distinguish the shade of yellow into the green of his eyes. He smelled like the forest and his face was covered in freckles. -- I'm all ears. -- she said and didn't step back, he smirked. -- I'll let you stay here, on Neverland, so you can remain with your best friend. In exchange, you'll give me this bean. What do you think? -- he asked, his voice low, soft, almost mesmerising. She frowned. -- How can I be sure you'll let me stay? -- she asked crossing her arms over her chest, her breast starting to hurt because of the bandage squeezing it.

He touched her pocket and she felt his fingers on her legs even if the fabric of the trousers was separating them from her skin. -- That's why I gave it back to you. Keep it until you'll prove your value with the final test and you'll be accepted as one of us, then you'll give it to me. -- he said, his lips almost touching hers. She smirked suddenly liking the outcome of that deal and closed her eyes. He did the same thinking that she was about to kiss him, but a second before touching his lips, she put a hand on his chest to push him back. He frowned and she grinned. -- We have a deal, Pan, we'll see what's next. -- she said and he smiled, his hands running through his hair while staring at her. He sighed. -- Yes, we'll see, y/n. --.

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A month had passed. Rupert was back after a few days since she had arrived on the island and in seeing her his reaction had been totally priceless. Y/n was extremely happy to have him back, she had missed him and after a year apart she couldn't believe how he stayed exactly the same. Life in Neverland was not easy at all but it was totally worth it: y/n never felt home, not once in her life, but that place really made her feel like she could live there for the rest of her life. The Lost Boys were still getting used to the idea of having a girl around but they were starting to respect her.

She knew how to stand her ground and she had also passed the final test: a hand to hand combat against one of the veterans. Everything was going incredibly well for the first time in her life, and the best part was having the chance to spend time with Peter. She was starting to enjoy his company: sure, he was a complicated person, sometimes incomprehensible, but she couldn't help but think that he was incredible. He was a tease; he liked smirking to her, teaching her stuff and finding excuses to spend time with her and being close to her. A lot of sexual tension developed between the two of them but she had been so busy preparing for her final test that nothing happened. Yet.

-- So, are you going to give the magic bean to him? -- Rupert asked her while watching her put her boots on. She stood up from her bed and nodded. She quickly looked herself in the mirror: the tight black trousers underlined her every curve and the shade of beige of the shirt was perfect for her skin colour. Her y/h/c hair were braided and her face relaxed after hours of sleep. She smiled thinking that she never liked herself that much before: life on Neverland made her more confident about herself. Rupert shook his head. -- All this effort to go a moment in his house and give him a stupid bean. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to impress Peter Pan. -- he provoked her.

He knew her like the back of his hand: his best friend liked him. Y/n turned to look at him and crossed her arms. -- Are you implying that I like him? No way. -- she said, her voice sounding convincing, but not enough to fool Rupert. He smiled. -- Please, I know you. I'm not implying, I'm affirming. -- he said and she laughed while shaking her head. -- I don't. Now, excuse me, I must go. -- she said before putting the magic bean in her pocket and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before leaving.

The forest was silent early in the morning, the boys were tired because the previously evening they had won a battle against the pirates and the celebrations went on all the night long, so they went to sleep late. She had fought too and was quite proud of how much she had improved; she also had the chance to fight side by side with Peter since he decided to have her in his group; to check her progress, that's what he had said. She walked between the trees, a gentle breeze smelling like the sea caressing her face. She thought about the fact that she hadn't been able to spend a moment alone with Peter since she arrived and smiled knowing that she was about to. "Maybe I do like him." she thought. After all, no one knew her better than Rupert, maybe he was all right.

She stopped in front of the Thinking Tree, ready to climb and reach Peter's house, but before she could take another step, a big hand covered her mouth. She tried to scream but the person was holding a tissue and it was soaked in a soporific dust. She immediately understood that it was Belladonna, a narcotic perennial herb. -- Don't make this harder, little girl. -- the voice of a man filled her ear. She felt her legs weakening and started to see black spots but managed to recognise the voice of the man who spoke: a pirate she had seen on the battlefield the night before.

She knew she was about to pass out, so she quickly took the magic bean from her pocket and decided to leave it on the ground, hoping that Peter would have found it and realized that something was wrong. She pretended to lose her strength and kneeled down, her hand quickly putting the bean on the ground. The pirate didn't notice her gesture and brusquely lifted her on his shoulder. He started to walk away and she saw the bean shining under the first rays of sunshine, then she closed her eyes wondering what was about to happen to her.

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-- Where the hell is y/n? -- Peter furiously asked to Rupert. He shrugged, his face a mask of confusion. -- She's not here? I thought she was with you! Last time I saw her, this morning, she was coming here to your house. -- he explained while panicking a bit. Peter took a deep breath while walking around, his hands on his hips and his mind running fast: where could she have gone? He sighed. -- Let's go search her, I don't have a good feeling about this situation. -- he said and flew outside.

As soon and he landed on the ground, he felt something under his foot; he moved it and saw it: between the fallen leaves there was a small magic bean. He picked it up and immediately understood. -- Something happened to her, she would never have left it here. She knows the value of this object. -- he said to Rupert and looked around in search of a clue. He managed to spot prints: four around him, then just two disappearing in the forest, as someone had carried someone else toward the beach. He growled between his teeth and Rupert looked at him. -- Pirates? -- he asked, his voice alarmed. Peter nodded, his green eyes getting darker. -- I'll go take her back and make them pay for this. --.

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Y/n woke up and immediately felt a strong headache, an intense pain torturing her. She perceived the cold of the wood beneath her body and the smell of the sea all around. She squeezed her eyes to bring the imagines into focus and realized that she was on the vessel, sat on the floor, her hands tied up. She cursed inside while the pirates noticed that she was awake, one of them stepped toward her and lifted her. She tried to wriggle out but the man tied her up to the mast with a rope. She growled looking at him and he laughed, just like the rest of the crew. A robust but handsome man walked toward her, his short black beard making him look charming and his black eyes as deep as the night. She immediately understood that he must had been the Captain.

He stopped in front of her and caressed her cheek. -- What a temper we have, don't we? -- he asked with a gentle voice and the men laughed, she turned her head to avoid his touch. He smiled. -- Calm down, kitty. We won't hurt you, if Peter Pan gives us the permission to leave the island. I hate this place and it makes me crazy not being able to sail away. I need new adventures. -- he said and she laughed. They all went silent, not expecting such a reaction.

The Captain raised an eyebrow while staring at her. -- You fools! Do you really believe that I matter this much to him? He won't let you leave this place, you took the wrong person to blackmail him. -- she said while smiling in satisfaction. The Captain grabbed her chin. -- Don't you try to fool me! We've seen him protecting you in the battle, he was always by your side. -- he said and she widened her eyes: was that true? She had been so busy fighting that she hadn't noticed such a thing. But that would have explained why Peter insisted to have her in his group even if he usually accepted only the veterans in this personal group of fighters during the battles.

She shook her head. -- What... No... I am the last arrived, this doesn't make sense... -- she said and the Captain laughed. -- Feelings never make sense, little girl. -- he whispered, his face centimetres from hers. She looked at him. -- He won't allow you anyways, he doesn't like to be told what he has to do. -- she concluded, her eyes filled with confidence. He growled in frustration and ran his hands through his hair, he looked really handsome even if there was something evil in his eyes. -- That's a shame, you are so lovely, -- he said caressing her arm, she looked at him with hate. -- But if you're all right, then you are as beautiful as useless. I must kill you, -- he continued, his hand now caressing her neck. She tensed up. -- But we can find an agreement, maybe you can be of other uses, to me... -- he whispered, his thumb caressing her cheek. She immediately turned her head and stared at him while spitting in is face.

He widened his eyes, his hand now touching his cheek to clean himself from the spit, she stared at him. -- I'd rather die than being touched by you. -- she said, her voice firm. He smiled. -- Well, you shall be pleased. -- he sweetly said before slapping her. She felt her cheekbone pulsing, the pain making her frown but she didn't moan, she wasn't going to give that satisfaction to him.-- What kind of honour must you have to kill me unarmed and chained? -- she asked, her eyes stuck into his.

He smiled taking his sword. -- I'm not wasting my time fighting against a bitch I can simply kill -- he concluded. She closed her eyes, ready to die, but the blade never touched her. Instead, a familiar voice made her wince. -- Someone is going to die, yes, but not her. -- Peter Pan was standing on the deck, his hands raised and ready to make some magic, his eyes burning with rage.

Y/n stared at him, gratitude in her eyes. He quickly moved his hands and all the pirates instantly collapsed to the floor, their neck twisted. Everyone except the Captain. He pointed his sword to her chest while staring at Peter. -- Another step and she dies. -- he whispered, the tip of his blade cutting her skin. She perceived a drop of blood running down her body. Peter smiled moving his hand: the sword turned into dust. The Captain opened his mouth and looked at the ashes of his weapon flying away.

Peter walked toward him, a green mist coming out from his fingers. -- How does it feel? Knowing that you're about to suffer? -- Peter asked while stopping in front of him, he was shaking. Peter snapped his fingers and the ropes around y/n's body disappeared. She touched her wrists while Peter walked next to her, his hand tenderly caressing her back. She stared at the Captain, he looked frightened. -- Please, please.. -- he begged while kneeling down.

Peter smirked but y/n felt pity. She looked at Peter but he was staring at the man. -- Y/n will decide how you have to die. -- he said and y/n gasped. She never stepped back from a battle, but killing someone like that... She walked toward the Captain and stared at him. -- You will not die today, -- she said and he hugged her legs in gratitude, she pushed him back. -- I haven't finished. You will not die but you will be forced to stay on this island alone, without your crew, without your ship. This will be your punishment. You will be unable to do what you love most: live other adventures. -- she said and Peter smiled, proud of her plan.

The Captain started to shake his head and stood up. -- No, no, no! -- he screamed while Peter grabbed her by her waist and started to walk away. She ignored the Captain's words and walked next to Peter. In the moment they were about to fly away, that man took the sword of one of the member of his crew and ran toward her, ready to kill her. She heard his footsteps and moved quickly than Peter: she took the dagger he was carrying with him and stabbed him in his chest. The man stared at her, life leaving his eyes, and died in front of her. The noise of his body collapsing on the floor made her wince.

Peter stared at her. -- Y/n, are you okay? -- he asked caressing her face, his magic instantly curing her cheekbone. She nodded hugging him. -- Thank you , Peter. -- she whispered, her head against his chest. He caressed her head. -- For what? You practically saved yourself. -- he joked and she looked at him with watery eyes. -- You came here, you could have left me here. -- she said caressing his chest, he smiled and put a finger under her chin. -- I wouldn't have abandoned my Lost Girl. -- he said and she smiled.

Maybe she was still perceiving the adrenaline of the battle or she was just feeling brave, but she decided to kiss him. She crushed her lips on his, her hands caressing the back of his head. He widened his eyes in surprise for a moment, but immediately kissed her back. Her lips parted and his tongue searched for hers. His hands grabbed her waist to pull her closer, their bodies were now attached and he could feel her heart beating against his. She smelled so good and her skin was burning under his fingers while he caressed her back.

She smiled on his lips while opening her eyes to meet his. -- Good thing I left that magic bean in front of your Thinking Tree. -- she whispered between a kiss and another. He bit her lower lip. -- I knew that it was a signal. You're so smart, that's sexy, Lost Girl. -- he whispered before kissing her again. She laughed and pulled his hair to kiss his neck, her lips gently touching it. He moaned squeezing her hips. -- That's a great quality of mine, but not the only one you can appreciate. -- she teased him while sucking the zone she had previously kissed. He smirked while perceiving her tongue on his neck.

-- I had no doubts you were going to be full of surprises. -- he whispered while she stopped torturing his neck. She looked at the hickey she had just left and smiled in satisfaction before staring at him in his eyes. He caressed her lips with his thumb while grinning and she raised an eyebrow. -- You have no idea how much I'm going to make you crazy. -- she provoked him, her lips on his. He smiled. -- Can't wait to see you trying. -- he said before kissing her again.

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[thefanficmonster]

Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤ 

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter.  “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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