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angelbwrry · 2 months

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excuse errors, just something before I sleep.ft my man choso❤︎︎

mature content ahead,18+

You can sense the tension in the air as soon as you walk into the room. Choso is sitting on the couch, his eyes flicking over his phone screen, but you can tell he's not really paying attention. He hates seeing you like this, burdened by the weight of college assignments and the relentless demands of life. It's a familiar scene, one that plays out far too often for his liking.

You drop your bag on the floor with a heavy thud, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones. The stress is like a constant companion, gnawing at the edges of your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. You can feel Choso's eyes on you, filled with concern and a touch of frustration. He wants to help, to take away the burden, but he doesn't know how.

You move to the kitchen, mechanically going through the motions of making a cup of tea. The steam rises, curling in the air, but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. Choso stands up, his movements quiet and deliberate. He walks over to you, his presence a comforting weight at your back. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel his silent support, the way he wishes he could take all your stress and make it disappear.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. The warmth of the tea cup in your hands is grounding, but it's Choso's unwavering presence that truly begins to ease the tension. He wraps his arms around you from behind, his embrace firm yet gentle. It's his way of telling you that you're not alone, that he's here and he cares.

You lean into him, letting his strength bolster your own. The stress is still there, a persistent shadow, but with Choso by your side, it feels a little more manageable. You know he hates seeing you like this, and in his silent, steadfast way, he's doing everything he can to help you through it.

"Babe, I think we should just relax tonight. No assignments, just us and some takeout. Please?" Choso mutters into your shoulder. It's a Friday night and you have a five-page essay due Monday, but the way Choso pleads, you can't possibly say no. You nod setting the hot mug down, turning around to drape your arms around his neck, a smile playing on your lips.

“Fine, but I get to pick dinner!” You mutter grinning against his lips.He nods,pulling your waist closer.

“As you wish princess.”

You’d showered, done your skincare routine, and now you were snuggled into Choso’s side watching Twilight. He hated this movie, but you liked it so he would endure it. You’d decided on Chipotle since you were craving it, and Choso had insisted on using DoorDash since he just wanted to relax with you. So you two were waiting, your stomach growling in anticipation.

Choso can’t help but sneak looks at you; you look so pretty to him. Your wet hair is pulled up into a high bun, one of his shirts hanging off your shoulders. It was way too big for you, but you didn’t care—it smelled like him and it was comfy. He bites his cheek to stop from smiling. God, he’s so lucky to have you. You notice his heartbeat thundering against his chest, and your glistening brown eyes peer up at him through wispy lashes.

“You okay baby?” You question, concern lacing your voice.

“M’fine,” Choso reassures, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip. Your lips were probably his favorite thing about you—they’re two-toned, plump, and so damn soft. He loves the way you always ask him about which lip combos to wear; he likes when you wear the brown liner with gloss. That’s his favorite.

Your lips meet in a tender kiss, soft and lingering. It’s as if time slows down, and the world around you fades away. Your breaths mingle, and you can feel the warmth of each other’s skin. The kiss is unhurried, a gentle exploration that speaks volumes of your affection. It’s a moment of pure connection, where nothing else matters but the feel of your lips together, savoring every second of the tender and long embrace.

“C-Choso,” you whine, feeling the heat between your legs grow.His kiss is slow and deliberate, sending waves of heat through your body. You can feel your heart racing as his hands gently cup your face, pulling you closer. Every touch, every movement of his lips against yours, ignites a fire within you. Your breath hitches, and you feel a deep, stirring desire building with each tender kiss. His closeness, his scent, everything about him turns you on, making you crave more.

“Let me take care of you,” he mutters against your lips, his large hands finding their way under the shirt you’re wearing. You bite your lip as your stomach swirls, your breath hitched as you anticipated his next move, your legs falling open of their own accord, inviting him to explore further.

And explore he did. Choso's fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, inching ever closer to your core. you felt your hips buck slightly as his touch danced over your most intimate areas, teasing you, building the anticipation. Choso swiftly pulls your underwear to the side, your arousal dripping from you. He knows you need this, and the intensity in his eyes tells you he’s ready to give you everything you desire. His breath was hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine, swiftly, he pulls your underwear to the side,his thumb finding your throbbing clit, circling it gently.

His middle finger dips into you, and you moan softly, the subtle stretch making your head spin. "So wet," he coos, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He gently fingers you, the subtle gushing of your juices on his fingers filling both of your ears. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you.

"M’feels so f’cking g-good," you whine, head dropping back as he slides his pointer finger in you. It’d been weeks since you and Choso had done anything sexually; you were too stressed with the weight of life, and he understood. You didn’t realize how much you’d missed his touch; the way his fingers are digging into you makes you wanna scream. He’s passionately slow, he likes you way you squirm each time his fingers brush against your cervix.

"Oh, God..." you moan, your head falling back as the pleasure began to build. Choso's fingers were skilled, knowing exactly how to touch you, how to tease and please you. He worked slowly, methodically, his fingers sliding inside you, his thumb continuing to work its magic on your clit. You’re soaking wet, your juices coating his hand as he finger-fucks you slowly, deeply.

With each thrust of his fingers, Choso pushed you further toward the edge. Your legs spread wider, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. His fingers curve to hit your sweet spot, and you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch. Choso holds you down, his free hand on your stomach, as he continues his relentless assault on your pussy, his thumb never ceasing its circular motions on your clit.

"S-hit.. oh, Choso... right there..." you groan, your body on fire, senses overwhelmed. Choso whispered dirty nothings in your ear, his hot breath sending spasms of pleasure through you. "You feel so good... so tight... I love how you're taking my fingers, baby."

His words push you over the edge, and you sob out as your orgasm hit, your body shaking with the force of it. Choso didn't stop, riding you through your climax, his fingers never slowing. You bucked and writhed beneath him as the pleasure intensified, juices flowing over his hand.

As your orgasm began to subside, Choso slowed his fingers, gently pulling them from your pussy. You felt empty for a moment, a delicious ache between your legs. But Choso wasn't done with you yet.

His fingers, slick with your arousal, trailed downward, over your sensitive inner thighs, and then back up, pausing to circle your hole gently. "Mmm, you like that, baby?" Choso whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Without waiting for an answer, he gently pushed a finger inside, probing gently. You groan in bliss, your body yielding to him, accepting the intrusion. Choso added a second finger, stretching you, scissoring slowly as he worked his way in. Desperate hips rising to meet his fingers, encouraging him to go deeper.

"You feel so tight," Choso groaned, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. "So fucking tight. I love stretching you out, making you take all of me." His fingers work slowly, methodically, scissoring and twisting as he stretches your hole.

"Ahh... Choso... it feels s-so good..." you pant, your body on fire once more. Choso crooked his fingers, once again finding that spot inside you that sent electric shocks through your body. "Oh, fuck..."

As he finger-fucked your cunt Choso reached down with his other hand, his fingers finding your swollen clit again. He rubbed slow, firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure as he worked your most sensitive spot.You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body bucking and squirming as he worked you toward another climax.

"That's it, baby, cum for me again," Choso whispered, his fingers working furiously. "Cum all over my fingers, take what you need." His demand sent you spiraling over the edge, and you nearly scream out, your body shaking as another powerful orgasm hit. Choso kept working your clit through your climax, milking every last drop of pleasure from you.

Finally, as your orgasm subsided, Choso slowed his fingers, gently pulling them from your pussy. You’re exhausted,utterly spent, your body boneless and satisfied. Choso leaned down, his breath hot on your ear. "That was incredible, but I want more," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel that tight pussy and ass wrapped around my cock now."

You peer over at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

And as Choso pulled you up from the couch, you felt his hard length pressing against you, and you knew that the night was far from over. In fact, it was just the beginning...

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james-is-here · 4 months

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Babes, Okay, Cheat fic idea and guess what....I use my ex's actual name cause he was honestly a jerk on the brink of being a dick.

The plot twist is that this cheat fic is more like a revenge fic in a way cause- Well, just read it, it's better than explaining it 😅 the member I used is also a mystery and I gave Mn arm tats cause it's a weakness of mine.

Specifically for @succubus-hansol because filth. This smut is filthy and messy.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist (Imk if I forgot you or you want to be added.

You were none the wiser about what your boyfriend was doing. You loved Shawn and he loved you, you trusted him and never saw him badly, he was the sweetest.

You didn't suspect the new cologne on him, the new hoodie, bruises, new necklaces, hiding his phone, elated attitude when he visited you, giving you vague answers when you ask where he's going....

Wait...

You didn't give him those things and his recent hiding from you is suspicious. How have you not looked into it sooner? Especially when he use to shrug when you took his phone, now he makes up excuses as to getting it out of your hand.

"Hey, where you going?" "Um...my mom needs my to help in her garden. I'll be back later." Okay, that's suspicious. "Isn't your car with your brother?" "Oh, I'm taking an uber." "Oh, okay. Love you!" You yell but he's already out the door. That's what tipped you off, first he was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and loose fitting slacks and boots. Second, he hates getting dirty, he doesn't do anything that gets him or his hands dirty.

When he came home hours later, he was tipsy, swaying everywhere and tripping over his feet before collapsing onto the couch and you watched from the dining table.

His phone ends up on the floor and you take the chance to check it. You two shouldn't hide things from each other but he does and you can't help but to listen to the devil on your shoulder, while your angel is trying to get you to trust Shawn but all you do is block it out.

You pick up his phone and unlock it, surprisingly it's the same passcode as always and yet he keeps it from you. Opening his app history, you see his messages and see that he's texting someone with the cliche contact name of "Doordash". Did he really think that you'd think the app itself was texting him?

Doordash: You just left and I already miss you 🥺

Doordash: When can we meet up again?

Doordash: I'm free tomorrow, wanna meet up at the convenience store next to my place?

Is he...seeing someone behind your back? Clearly this person doesn't know about you like you didn't know about him.

Scrolling through other messages, your chest tightens when you check a chat and realize that's it's yours and he fucking named you "Grubhub".

There's other contacts and fake names that haven't had any interactions in years, you and "Doordash" are the only ones minus his family members.

You pull out your phone and open your uber that you shared with him. Last ride on your account was surprisingly thirty minutes away. Closing out of the app and opening your contacts, you make a new one and save the "Doordash" number before going back to the other persons number.

After forever of texting Shawn, you know how to play the part.

You: Of course ❤️ I'm free as well, what time?

Doordash: Five okay with you? Wanna take you out before taking you to my bed. 😏

Damn, whoever this was is one smooth motherfucker.

You: Oh I can't wait 😩 See you then 😘

You delete the messages on your end then put the phone back with Shawn and leave yourself a reminder of what you just committed to.

What's shocking is you don't really feel hurt that he's been lying to you. Maybe a little but honestly you think you'll survive without Shawn.

When your reminder went off, Shawn was passed out in bed still. He woke up on the couch, hungover and in pain, so he was sleeping the previous night off.

"Mn, where you going?" He mumbled when he heard you digging through your closet. "Boss called me in for a little bit for a staff meeting and I need to pick up my paycheck. Won't be gone long." "Mmm okay." He hums as he stretches before settling and promptly passing out.

Leaving the bedroom with jeans and a grey t-shirt hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, showing the black ink chinese dragon wrapped around your right forearm and ivy vines wrapped around your left.

You grab a white cap and your keys, slipping on your shoes then heading out the door. The drive is short and you have to park across the street but looking around, you don't see anyone possibly looking for someone else until ten minutes after the set time.

A guy wearing all black walked to the door of the convenience store and leaned against the wall next to it, checking his phone and then turning his head back and forth, this has to be him.

Turning off your car, you get out quickly then cross the street, leaning on the other side of the door. You wait a couple minutes, glancing at him a couple times before the bell of the store rings. "Excuse me, you both are loitering. Either come in and get something or leave." The store owner scolds and you went to speak but the other spoke first. "Sorry, Ma'am, I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-" You quickly jump in, knowing she won't take that as an excuse. "No problem, Ma'am, we'll get out of your hair."

You give the other a tight lipped smile and walk over to him. "Sorry, come on." He surprisingly follows you to the side of the shop and you both find a bench. "Um, so why'd you do that? I was actually waiting for someone." "Sorry, again. Who were you waiting for?" "My boyfriend. His name is Shawn. I really should at least go back, at least nearby so he can find me."

He goes to stand but you stop him. "So you're Doordash?" "I- Excuse me?" Sighing, you rub your eyes and lean back. "Uh, okay...Shawn wasn't the one that messaged you to meet him here. It was me. He's also my boyfriend..." "What? No, Shawn wouldn't do that to me." "I thought the same thing. He told me last night he was going to help his mom in the garden." He sat up and looked at you almost in realization. "When he left my place he said he needed to get home to take care of his mom cause she was sick." "He came home tipsy last night." "We...We drank last night, how the fuck didn't I make that connection?" He berates himself and slouches back against the bench.

You both stare at the road ahead of you before you speak up. "Well...I'm Mn. What's your actually name Mister Doordash?" "Doordash?" You snicker at his confused face, thinking about it he is really cute. "Shawn named you Doordash in his phone. I was Grubhub." "That's so dumb." "That's what I said!" You laughed and a small smile graces his face. "I'm Chris or Chan. Guess it's...nice to meet you? I don't know." "I don't know either."

You both stare at the road again but you turn to look at Chan. He really did look cute, you guess Shawn can choose good men. He has a good looking face, fluffy hair peaking out of the beanie he wore, and you couldn't help but take in every detail, including how soft his lips looked, then you realized they were moving.

"Your ink looks cool." "Huh?" You blink, spaced out for a moment. "Your tats, they look really cool." "Oh, thanks." "So...Since we're both currently ghosting Shawn, wanna go get something to eat? It's better than sitting here and honestly I don't want to go home yet." You notice he's looking down at his fidgeting hands and glancing at your arms.

"Yeah, beats failing to try and get back at him and not coming up with anything." Honestly, since looking through his phone, the devil on your shoulder has taken the reins and you honestly wouldn't mind getting back at Shawn by using Chan.

"Can I be straight with you?" "Um, I think that'd still make you gay." You shake your head with a smirk as you laugh, throwing your head back. "Oh, you got jokes, huh?" He lets out a laugh and it's clear that the awkwardness is gone.

"I meant, smartass, can I be honest with you?" He giggles and nods. "Yeah." "We go get food, I pay, and then we get back at Shawn." "We?" You hum and stand up. "Food first, honestly I'm really hungry. I'll tell you then, yeah?" He sits up, looking up at you and then sighing and standing. "Yeah, okay. You will pay, right? Shawn makes me pay." "I always pay." "Okay then."

He actually takes you to Changbin's restaurant, his best friend. A homey bistro Chan helped him make a reality. "Who's this?" Changbin asked when Chan brought you to the bar in front of the open kitchen. "Funny story, actually. Mn, this is Changbin. Changbin, this is Mn, Shawn's boyfriend." Changbin choked on the water he was sipping and almost dropped his cup.

"You're joking." Chan sighs and sits down, you sitting next to him. "Nope. Apparently we were secrets, even in his phone." "Ooh, what were your names?" Changbin has heard of fast food contact names but has never heard it in person so he was eager to hear as he leaned on the bar in front of him. "Doordash." Chan answered and you followed with, "Grubhub."

Changbin grimaces and whistles lowly. "That's sucks. Anyways, whatcha want to eat?" Chan orders his and you get the same thing, not really sure what to get since his friend's menu looked really good.

When he delivered your food, Chan immediately started eating but you messed with your fries. "Hey, daydreamer, you okay?" Changbin teases when he returned from another customer. "Oh, yeah." "Thought you were super stunned by your food but you haven't even eaten anything." "Sorry, just never been cheated on and I feel like I should be upset. I mean I am but I also don't care." "People react differently. Honestly, if I was you I'd get revenge sex." Chan choked on his soda, couching and gasping and you reach over and pat his back.

"Ch-Changbin!" "What? That's just me." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I like you...funnily enough, I've actually been thinking the same thing." "Seriously?" Chan cleans up the soda he spilled and Changbin lowers his hands. "Yeah."

Chan didn't know how to answer, he just looked away and this time it was him staring at his fries. "Well, sleeping with other people wouldn't really be revenge but I guess-" "Dude, of course it's not revenge. I meant you and Mn. I-I mean if you want, y'know." Then he glances at you. "He's not bad looking, if you don't take him I will." You chuckle shyly while finally eating your fries. "Plus, you do have a thing for tat-" "Changbin! Please...I love you, mate, but shut up." "Dude, don't yell at me, you literally look like you brought him on a date."

He suddenly looks around, an older couple in a booth, a younger couple a couple seats down from you at the bar, and a teen on a laptop with headphones on at a table near the window. Looking at you, he smiles sheepishly. "Sorry." "It's okay. Also wouldn't mind getting revenge with you." "Really?" "Yeah." You smile, looking down at the counter, glancing at Chan's friend then back to Chan. "Shawn is good a picking the cute ones."

He sighs, a shy grin on his face as he rests his elbows on the counter and covers his face. "He flusters easily, doesn't he?" "He's usually confident and flirty, this is a first." "Oh really?" Changbin snickers when you lean over to Chan and he doesn't notice. "Chan?" He uncovers his face to look at Changbin but jumps when he sees your smirking face, dropping his hands onto the counter with a small slap as he leans away, hiding his smile in his shoulder as he completely blocks the two of you out.

"You both are jerks." You lean back to your seat with a soft chuckle and watch Chan straighten back up. "Are you serious though?" "I'm not usually one to sleep with people I just met but yeah, I am." Suddenly Changbin is harshly setting down his towel on the counter and leaving from behind the bar and coming over to Chan, pushing him out of his chair then pushing you out of yours.

"For two people who just met, there's a lot of tension so go take care of it, lunch is on me, go, go, go." "Wait, I said I'd pay though." "Don't fight with Changbin, if he says it's on him, it's on him, I've tried." Chan answers you as his friend shoves you out.

"Go, forget Shawn, have fun, I don't know." He pushes you out the door and then shrugs at the end of his sentence. "I swear, why am I friends with him?" "I heard that!" He yelled from the other side of the door.

Standing there awkwardly, you put your hands in your pockets and look down at the sidewalk. "Um, we don't have to at this moment...we could just watch a movie if that's okay." Maybe a movie could relax your nerves a little. "Yeah, that's okay." He smiles and steps away with you following, taking you to his place which is surprisingly a block away.

His apartment was cozy, not too many decorations but enough to show his personality and what he likes. "It not much but it's mine." is what he said when the both of you entered. "It's nice." You replied.

Now you sat on his couch, he sat cross legged on one side and you were stretched out on the other, arms crossed lazily on your stomach. It was a bit awkward, just sitting there in silence but it was okay.

Chan suddenly moved to sit closer to you and you glance at him from your peripheral. "How long had you been with Shawn?" "Mmm a year?" "Damn..." "What?" "He was with you before me. Six months." You shake your head, honestly astonished with this information.

Bringing up his knees, you saw his hand reach out to your leg before it stopped and his arm wrapped around his legs. Bringing a knee up, your thigh moved closer to him and you readjust, an arm going over the back of the couch, and he moved slowly to mess with the threads of your ripped jeans, turning his head only slightly but mostly hiding his face in his knees.

He slowly moves from the threads to the edge of the rip and then his fingers slip into the rips, fingers soft on the small exposure of your thigh.

Hesitantly, you take his hand into yours, just holding it but he tightens the hold slightly and pulls it towards him while crossing his legs and holding it in his lap, not even realizing he's practically encased himself with your arms in front of him and behind him.

His fingers are light while tracing over the head of your tattooed dragon, tracing its body and turning your arm to trace the lightning around its body. You stare at the side of his head, watching his eyes take in the details of the ink.

For a moment, you get lost in his beautiful features. You suddenly act on impulse, his hands moving from your arm when you raise your hand to his chin and turned him towards you. "You trapped yourself." You said softly and his eyes move around rapidly and suddenly realize where he is. "O-Oh, sorry." "You really do like people with ink, don't you?" "Yeah. I-I don't know why...just looks cool."

Tilting your head, you move forward and kiss his cheek, then his jaw, and when he doesn't pull away you move under his jaw, your kisses were soft and were barely there.

He inhaled sharply when you pressed your lips under his jaw, specifically under his ear, and you graze your teeth over the spot to get his reaction, a barely audible whine, before biting and sucking. Biting his lip, he lets out a soft moan and automatically tilts his head to give you more room and you move your hand from holding his chin to under the other side of his jaw and hold him where he was.

Attacking more of his neck, his noises were soft and held back as he kept his mouth shut, his hand moving to your knee, nails digging into your knees and causing a dull pain but your jeans lessen it.

Your hand moves to his thigh as you move back on the couch, getting closer and pulling his thigh towards you which makes the male move, uncrossing his legs and moving just as close.

Without thinking, your left hand still on the back of the couch moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair then pull him back. That finally got a noise out of him, his lips parting and letting out a soft moan as he turns his head slightly towards you, lips still parted as his chest heaves out the soft pants he's panting out. His eyes wide and glancing at your lips, shining with spit from your recent attack.

You lean forward slowly, tilting your head and your lips barely touch before one of your phones is ringing. Pulling away, you look towards the sound and find your phone on the coffee table, Shawn's contact on the screen.

Looking back to Chan, he nods his head and you let go of his hair, leaning forward and picking your phone up before answering it bringing it to your ear at the same time Chan sits up, pushing you against the back of the couch and you watch as he throws his leg over your spread legs and sits on your lap.

"Oh-" "Mn? You okay, you've been gone for ages." You put the phone on speaker and hold it away from yourself as Chan places his left hand on your neck and his right on your bicep then leans into your neck, returning the marks that you gave him. "Ah~ Yeah, I'm okay, did you need something?" "No, just miss you. Thought it was just a staff meeting and getting your check?" "I-It was, boss kept me longer. He promoted me." "That's amazing!" That promotion was two weeks ago. "So you'll be home soon?" "Yeah, I should be. M-Mom asked me to stop and pick up dog food for Brexit." "Okay...Well, hurt back, yeah?" "I will." "Okay. See you soon, Mn." "You too, bye Shawn."

You hang up, tossing your phone onto the floor softly before placing your hands on Chan's thighs and turning to the left, laying him down and hovering above him between his legs. "You are braver than you look." "Thank you?" He asks with a laugh which made you smile.

"Now, can I continue what I was doing before I was interrupted?" "Yes. Please." Smiling, you lean down, barely touching his lips before you change your mind and lean up slightly, lifting your hand and thumbing his bottom lip, parting his lips further apart, his eyes locked on yours that are on his lips. "So obedient even though you just met me." His eyes flutter as he whines. You gently push his bottom lip back up so he closes mouth around your thumb and it's like automatic as he start sucking it. "How did Shawn get a hold of you? He hates being dominate."

He moans around your thumb when you push into his tongue then slip your thumb from his lips. "I-I'm m-more of a switch...but I haven't really, um, switched...guess I could only find subs so I never was one." "Well, now you can be."

Finally, you lean down and connect your lips, firm and absolutely certain that this is what you want cause when your lips connected with his full, soft ones and they parted easily for you, you didn't want to stop as you slipped your tongue in and swipe it along his, pulling a proper moan out of him and he sounds so good you can't help but groan in return.

His arms drape around your neck and pull you closer. In return, you act on impulse and lower yourself onto him and he moans again when your pelvis meets his, grinding your clothed growing hard-on into his.

Breaking apart for air, you move to his neck again and his back arches closer to you. "H-Hyung- Fuck, sorry." His hand flys to his mouth as you pick your head up. "So you have a thing for tatted older men?" "Am I wrong? I'm sorry." "I'm two years older than Shawn." "Same age as him..." Smiling, you kiss the corner of his mouth. "Then no, you're not wrong."

You lean back down, pressing your lips firmly to his before a ring tone goes off again. "Are you fucking serious?" You groan as you look up and grab Chan's phone, he takes it and answers but his hips still jolt up to meet yours. "Hey." "Chan! I'm bored~ Can we hang out?" "Um, one sec, can you call me back in a few minutes, I'm busy at the current moment." "Oh, yeah, sure." Chan hangs up, putting his phone on the table and pushing you off him to switch spots with him straddling your lap.

He pushes your shirt out of the way and drags his nails down your toned stomach before he comes to your belt, fingers fiddling with your buckle in fake struggle, fingers nudging into your bulge below the accessory as he pulls it apart, the buckle clinking against itself while he unbuttons your pants then slowly dragging down the zipper.

"Chan...Baby, go faster." You pant out before throwing your head back against the cushion when his hand palms you and opens your pants wider to fully hold you. Hissing at the sensation before huff out a moan and look back down at Chan's movements. "Fuck." "Baby make Hyung feel good?" He asked, his eyes wide and wanting as he bit his lip, humping into his own hand. "Yeah, baby. Shit, making hyung feel so good." His hand squeezes your bulge slightly before he lets go and pulls down your boxers.

Hissing at the cold air, you grip his thighs, attempting to pull him closer. "Hyung so...big...and heavy..." He purposefully lets some of his spit drip onto your tip as he begins to stroke you. "Baby, remember, Shawn's calling you back soon." "I know. You answer when he does and switch it to video call." "You crazy?" "For you? I am now. You think I'd let a guy and dick like you go?"

You chuckle as he scoots back on the couch, pulling your jeans further down to your knees and only pulls your boxers down to mid-thigh. "Gonna suck me off, Baby?"

His answer is taking your tip between his lips, tongue lapping at your pre-cum and swirling around your tip. "Fuck, so good." He takes more of you into his mouth, tongue moving rapidly on the underside of your cock, he moans as he pulls off of you with a 'pop' and exhales heavily as he strokes you, licking the underside of your cock. His actions all messy and sticky with saliva and pre.

His phone goes off again and you look over, grabbing it then looking back down to Chan who nods with a dazed smile and blown pupils. Answering it, you change it to video chat and point it at the ceiling before switching the camera to face the floor. "Chan? Why are you showing your floor, silly?"

He taps your thigh as he takes your cock down his throat and you groan as your head falls back, temporarily distracted as his warm, wet mouth takes you all the way in. "Ooh, you jerking off babe? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

You sigh out a moan, lifting your head then facing the phone towards Chan. "Wha- What the fuck, Chan?! You're cheating on me?!" You groan as he pulls up, his tongue sticking out as he reaches your tip and lets it rest on the pink muscle, his eyes blown wide and crossed slightly as he looks up at you. Your hand brushing through his hair, tangling in the strands and scratching his scalp, his eyes close as he moans. "Wait, Mn?! I recognize that tattoo, what the actual fuck?!"

"You cheated on us first..." Chan closes his mouth and starts bobbing his head, slurping and sucking, completely focused on your cock that he's become drunk on. "So don't go yelling at us." "This isn't fair." "What i-isn't fair is y-you cheating on me s-six months after we got together...a-and ch-cheating on Chan with me after that..." You get out through stuttery breaths as Chan's mouth felt so fucking good.

"W-We also know you were hiding us from each other. Doordash and G-Grubhub, really?" Chan gags on your length and gasps as he pulls back, jerking you off quickly as he rests your tip on his tongue again. "Fuck, Baby, go faster...gonna cum, baby, I'm so close." With your words, a moan, and a quick "Oh fuck!" You cum on his tongue as he keeps stroking you, humming at your release shooting into his mouth and when you finish, panting heavily, he licks your tip with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and shows his tongue mainly to you but Shawn was still yelling at the both of you.

He closes his mouth, swallowing your cum then sticking his tongue out to show you it's gone. You push yourself up, flipping the camera around before kissing Chan messily, tongues tangling together and you taste yourself on his tongue.

"We're done Shawn." You lean away from Chan and look at the phone, the younger male moving to leave marks on your neck as well. "Fuck both of you. This isn't fair." He hangs up and you laugh, tossing the phone away gently.

"Isn't fair, is he for real?" You think aloud before Chan is turning your head and kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he moves back onto your lap and your hands hold his hips. "Hyung, please fuck me, I need you so bad." "Here or your room?" "Fuck me right here, please." "You can beg better, can't you?" "Hyung, please stuff me full. I-I need your cock, need it so bad, please Hyung, please." His his rut into yours, grinding his clothed erection onto yours, moaning freely.

"Baby so needy for his cunt to be full, huh? Only needy for me, right? You'll be mine from now on, right? Always want my cock stuffing you, keeping you full?" "Fuck, Hyung, please~" His moan morphs into a whine as his hips move faster.

You lay him down, sliding off your pants and boxers before pulling of Chan's sweats, finding him wearing only the sweats as his cock slips from the sweats and lays on his stomach, hard and leaking. "Commando, huh?" "I-I always was when I met up with him...now only for you." "Shit, you're so fucking cute." You toss his sweats next to your jeans before taking off your shirt.

"So hot..." His hands find your body as you hover over him and lick into his mouth. Your hand slips under his hoodie, hands smoothing over his skin and pushing up his hoodie. "W-Wait, I want to k-keep this on." "Okay." Your hand squeezes his peck before you move your fingers to pinch his nipple. "Ah~ Shi- S-Sensitive." He moans, arching his back and throwing his head back.

"I'm not removing it, just lifting it up." You say as you push the hoodie out of the way before leaning down and biting his tit. His hands, now covered by the sleeves of the hoodie, find your hair, gripping it when you move to bite and suck his nipple. His moans were music to your ears as you let go of his nipple and kiss up to his neck, biting and sucking under his ear.

"Hyung, please." He takes your cock into his hand, stroking you lazily. "I need to prep you though." "No, please." "Have you bottomed before?" He nods. "Please, I-I want...I need it, Please. I want the stretch...please, Hyung." He begs and you kiss him, your cock still covered in spit as you prop yourself up next to his hip, his legs folding next to your waist and spreading wider.

"Fuck." He wanted to watch but you are way bigger than he anticipated as you pushed yourself in, moving your hand to the side of his other hip. "Hngh~ Ah fuck~" His voice became higher, whinier as he lets out choked moans. "S'good, S'big. Hyungie s'big, ah~" He whines softly as he brings his hands up, clad with sweater paws as he hides his face.

"Yeah? Baby feel good? I haven't started fucking you and you're cock drunk. Has it been that long since you've been fucked?" "Y-Yes." "Then I will give you all I have." "Please, Hyung." "Don't worry, baby, I will."

You push yourself up, sitting back with your hands on his knees, holding him open. "Fuuuck Channie Baby...." Your left hand slides down his thighs and splayed itself on his toned stomach. "You look so fucking good. Such a good looking body, how did I not find you sooner?" Leaning back more only slightly, you gather quite a bit of saliva and let it fall off your tongue, landing on his hole and your length before you push in more.

Your right hand joins your left before holding his waist tightly and pushing forward at the same time you pull him towards you until you're finally all the way inside him. "Fuck~ S-S'full...S'big, fu-hgnh~" He squirms, body restless as he adjusts and his chest heaving heavily as it felt like the air was punched out of his lungs, his hands wanting to push him up to see but they let him go and his back arches.

You move your hands next to his head, mouth attaching to his and you swallow his moans, licking along his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. You claimed his mouth feverishly as you pull your hips back, leaning on your arm without pulling away to bring his leg up to his chest and hook it over your shoulder, leaning onto the other arm and bringing his other leg up and pushing it out.

"Hyung! Fuck, Fuck, right th-there!" "Already?" "Y-Yes, Yes, please move. Please fuck me, fuck...fuck me a-as if w-we d-didn't just meet each other, please." "Shit, you're gonna be the death of me now."

You push back in hard and he yelps, back arching the furthest so far as the moan he lets out is practically pornagrahic, you immediately thrust into him quick and hard, hitting his prostate dead on and drawing a moan with every harsh thrust into him.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Baby. So warm, so good. Such a good boy, practically letting a stranger fuck you." As he looks at you, his mouth is wide open, moans falling past his lips, and his eyes are blown wide and glassy with want, need, and lust. "M-Mn, F-Fu-uck, Hyung-" He gasps at the harsh thrust, your tip punching into his prostate. "I-I..." He whines, closing his eyes and looking away, covering his face with his right hand.

"You what, baby?" "I-I...I-I can't s-say it...just met you..." "We're w-well past that, Baby, just say it." "Fuck, I'm sorry...I-I l-love you, Hyung...I'm sorry." Leaning down, you give him a kiss, biting his bottom lip before letting it go and returning to hover over him. "It's okay, Baby. It's okay. I love you, too. Gonna take you out after this, screw Shawn, your mine n-now. G-Gonna treat you s-so well, g-gonna spoil my baby."

"Hyung, Fuck!" He arches into your chest, head thrown back. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, faster, faster, AH FUCK!" Your hand wraps around his length, helping him closer to his high before he's cumming hard, shooting up to where his hoodie is bunched up on his chest and he squeezes hard around your length.

He whines in overstimulation as you keep thrusting into him. "Just a little longer, s'close, gonna fill you up, fuck it deep into your cunt." He clenches around you, making you moan softly at the feeling. "You like that? Wanna be bred? Want my cum deep inside you, have my babies?" He moans as his dick twitches slightly. "Fuck, gonna cum, fill you full, Shit~" You cum with a moan, groaning a moment later as you thrust into him deeply, barely moving your hips as he moans at the feeling of your warm seed fills him up.

"Don't...Don't pull out..." You chuckle tiredly, collapsing onto him with your face in his neck. "U-Unless you c-can carry me t-to m-my room, we're laying here." You gently let his legs go, moving your own legs in order to sit up and take him with you. He yelps in shock as your dick shifts but still stays inside him.

"Think you can lean back and grab your pants?" "No, I sleep naked." "Okay then." You grab his thighs and stand up, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving small kisses before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, cuddling into your arms.

"Do you have a plug?" "I'm hugging it." He mutters and you physically have to stop and laugh. "That's not...Really?" He giggles as you enter his room, closing the door behind you then moving to sit on his bed. "No, hold on." He detaches himself from you and leans to his right slightly to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a plug.

"Want me to put it in?" "Obviously." You take the object from him and he places his hand on your shoulder as yours move to his ass, squeezing the soft skin and spread him before lifting him up, you slip out of him with a slight squelch noise then replace yourself with the toy. "Fuck..." "You okay?" He whines, shifting on your lap as your hands stay on his ass. "S'empty..." You chuckle, kissing his temple. "I'll get you a bigger toy so you'll always be full."

He pulls back, meeting your eyes. "Really? Y-You don't h-have to, I-I was just saying that stuff to...get off." "Were you really? I was serious, going to take you out tomorrow and spoil the hell out of you. Sounded like you were serious too, remember? Can't let a good guy and dick like me go." "I-I did...Shit..."

"Do you want to be something with me?" "I do. You're so much better than everyone else." "Then from now on you're my baby, my sweet baby boy, okay?" He nods shyly, leaning forward to hide his blushing face in your neck. "I'm your baby boy, Hyung. I..." He hesitates and you kiss his shoulder. "I love you, baby." He whines, tightening his hold around your neck. "Mmm...I love you too, Hyung."

Taking him with you, you lay down under his covers before covering you both up, he snuggles under his blankets and closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he tucks himself under your chin, nose nuzzling at your neck and taking in your scent as your arms wrap around his shoulders and hug him close.

"Good night, Channie Baby."

"Good night, Mn-Hyung."

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #bang chan x male reader #bang chan #stray kids smut

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stomach-bugg09 · 2 years

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omg i absolutely love the way you write about the sully family. if it were possible and if it’s your cup of tea, i’d like to request your take on what the sullys would be like in modern day, and if you could incorporate fali and y/n’s relationship into it that would be cool.

a/n: thank you so much for the request !! this was a nice and fun one, very simple, very cute. i also warn you because i may have made this extremely american / east coast-ern based on the way i described their high school experiences , but i pray that it isn't too unenjoyable if you cannot quite relate to the east coast american high school life. hopefully you all enjoy. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @wxnderingthoughts @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @liyahsocorro

sully family modern day headcanons ( feat. fali )

y/n

okay so obviously our babes is literally the best older sister, no matter what universe we’re in

she’s def the type to have gotten her license as soon as she possibly could, and she most definitely saved up for car since she was little—after getting a job and money, she honestly has the best car like it's so cute and personalized for herself

y/n is the uber for the siblings—when jake and neytiri are too busy, she is the one to drive everyone around

lo’ak and spider are literally ALWAYS needing rides somewhere

as payment, lo’ak and spider have to pay for her dunkin' ( except it doesn't really matter because she always buys them donuts either way )

on car rides, as long as her parents aren't in the car, she blasts music and lets the kids fight over aux

she’s the oldest, so i assume probably a senior in high school—she is actually so smart like that gpa is popping off, and she most definitely is like vice president of the student government or something

she runs winter track because she always gets so depressed and unproductive during that time of the year, so she tries to keep herself somewhat alive

in the spring, she manages the lacrosse team ( the same team that both fali + neteyam play in bc she’s #1 girlfriend and #1 sister )

she goes to literally every sports event or school event that her siblings are in—she doesn't miss one of lo’ak’s or neteyam’s games, kiri’s orchestra concerts, or tuk’s performances. she also drags fali with her to every single of these events ( not that he minds at all )

yes she’s very smart, but she has terrible geography skills or navigational knowledge—she’s managed to get lost in the very town she grew up in

she wears the same pair of converse every single day and refuses to throw them away even though they have absolutely no support and are about to rip and expose her entire foot.

she never gets sick and she literally hates it because she always wants an excuse to stay home from school ( she is far too responsible to skip class—the one time she did in freshman year, jake found out because she was literally so awkward and nervous when she got home )

whenever she has a lunch shift with one of her siblings—which always happens at least once because she has three of her four siblings in high school with her—she always doordashes something for them ( she knows exactly where to drop it off so she doesn't get in trouble )

carries group projects

neteyam

a sophomore probably based on his age

him and kiri are in a weird amount of classes together, but they don't complain ( they always cheat off each other )

he definitely is a chick magnet just because he’s attractive and nice, and an attractive and nice guy in sophomore year is truly a treasure

the type of guy to get everything ready the night before school to sleep in more

claimed the passenger seat of y/n’s car and is always the quickest to take over aux

really good music taste

he always complains about not having money, but he’s too busy to get a job during the school year due to his full student-athlete schedule ( basketball + lacrosse )

jake loves watching his son’s games

was on jv for both teams the year before, but he made varsity lacrosse this year and the sully family went out for a celebratory dinner

terrible at english, but really good at social studies because he’s actually interested enough to pay attention

chemistry makes him want to die.

absolutely adores going on car rides with his sister because they just scream music and rant — it's their therapy session

probably is dragged to parties by his friends but just ends up being the designated driver

absolutely done with lo’ak’s bs like oml can this freshie leave him tf alone ?? ( no. )

loves days he has lunch with y/n bc they always get some chipotle or something

kiri

hello guys she is amazing in hs like she has a small group of super close friends

stoner.

crystal girl fr with those balanced chakras

took art freshman year but hated it so now just does yearbook with her friends and it's super chill

has a handshake with y/n when they pass each other in the hallway

she and neteyam have an agreement where he cheats off of her for english and math, but she cheats off of him in social studies

they struggle through chemistry together

she plays cello because she randomly started in fourth grade and just never stopped because she found it nice to have something to focus on during her time off

overloads herself with honors and ap classes and her study habits make her regret it every year ( and yet, her gpa eats every single year )

wants to go to berkeley

helped y/n decorate the inside of her car when she first got it

def the type to wear band tshirts and when guys would ask her to “name five of their songs” she would pretend to be stupid because she thought it was funny ( even though she has a very big habit of hyper fixating on different bands + probably knows more about those bands than they did )

proud to say she never joined the stranger things hype ( it's like her biggest accomplishment )

tiktok addict

tried to watch marvel with lo’ak but she didn’t understand anything and ended up falling asleep every single time ( also complained about how annoying tony stark was )

lo’ak

this man is a complete menace

freshman spaz asf

literally always late to getting ready in the morning and y/n screams at him

just learned how to put on deodorant and is now in the middle of leaving behind axe body spray

tried out for soccer because his friends were and was absolutely flabbergasted when he made jv

played basketball with neteyam over the winter and they were absolute pains the entire season ( but they actually played well together, so you win some, you lose some )

always forgets his passwords to things even though he only ever uses the same rotation of five

banned from going to the bathroom during class because of how many times he has skipped class

obsessed with marvel to the point that, just before he entered high school, y/n had to tell him, “please you need to stop. you are giving geek.”

he always trusts his big sister’s judgement, but he still always goes to opening night of every marvel movie with his friends

don't even get me started on how he bagged tsireya

fali def set them up because he knew his close family friend would look so cute with his girlfriend’s younger brother ( he was correct. )

everyone is still floored at how tsireya remains attracted to him, despite his dumb jokes and the fact that he is completely head over heels for her

he always claims he was the rizz master, but… let’s be real… tsireya is the one who completely rizzed him up

like damn girl! that’s extremely impressive!

despite his annoying-ness, as some may put it, he is very respectful—thanks mama sully for drilling the idea into his head from birth that he must always treat every woman with respect

and papa jake who was just like, “yeah!” #feminist

lo’ak probably had an instagram that he only ever uses to post videos of him skating or something, although he occasionally posts videos of tsireya shredding it while surfing ( and he always reposts her stuff—no exceptions! )

tuk

this silly little girl

oh my goodness i love her

an absolute slay in the second grade classroom, like this girl has all the friends

and her bead crafts?? impeccable. out of this world. absolutely amazing.

totally has been sent to the principal for cussing out some guy picking on her or her friends ( thank the sully siblings for that influence )

jake definitely allows her to watch inappropriate movies with him when neytiri goes to bed early

neytiri only realized this when tuk quoted talladega nights one morning after watching an argument between her brothers ( “you've gotta cross the anger bridge and come back to the friendship shore.” )

jake was wheezing for breath

goes all out when sitting in her booster seat in y/n’s car—when her big sister blasts those lyrics, this girl whips screams out the rolled down window with her sofia the first sunglasses on

she is so cute i cannot

she’s never known a life without siblings—not once have jake and neytiri hired a babysitter

absolutely plays all sorts of kiddie sports because she wants to be just like her big brothers

complete soccer star, total baller, and a menace on the lacrosse field ( tbt to when she cross-checked someone a bit too hard )

definitely claimed the color pink and embraces it—she will argue all day with those boys who think it's a “weak girl color”

she once said, and i quote, “this weak girl color can break your arm, jimmy.” meanwhile, she swung a pink baseball bat in her hands at recess

that one got her in trouble for sure

neytiri was proud though

baby of the fam is literally going to grow to be the baddest boss

jake

he is such a military dad—i mean clearly, but especially so in this au because it's socially acceptable

he’s also so funny

has truly grown into the role of a sports dad, always smacking his lips as he rants about how they could improve their game during the car ride home after a game

neteyam and lo’ak want to kill themselves everytime

tuk takes its very seriously

he loves his girls so much

totally knows about kiri and what she does in her pastime ifykwim

he’s chill—been there, done that, just stay safe or else

keeps secrets for the kids from neytiri ( harmless secrets )

always ranting about music and stuff when music that was popular when he was a kid ( ex. beastie boys, any form of 90s hip hop or rap ) when he hears someone listening to it

was gifted the role of being the parent that takes the kids to the er if anything ever happens—based on the influx of sports in their family, stuff has happened, and he’s always there to take them to get stitches or whatever is needed

such a barbecue dad

he has tiktok, but it's full of an fyp that has food stuff and carpenter stuff

so many unfinished house projects

someone needs to save neytiri

speaking of…

neytiri

i love her so much

she’s so involved with her kids’ lives ( not to an unhealthy point, she gives them space )

is thoroughly invested in her children’s events and extracurriculars

major protective sports mom energy

definitely helps run concessions and sell tickets whenever they need extra help

so much road rage. like so so much.

hates when she isn’t driving—she needs the control

will not let y/n drive her anywhere

podcasts and audiobooks are her lifeline

tea drinker for sure

always attempts to test those keto diets but gives up after like three hours

i see her as a high school math teacher

the students respect her

they fear her

she totally makes her favorite students clear and they like adore her

loyal to her keurig

cherishes her mug from mother’s day a few years ago that reads number 1 mom

has pictures of her kids on her desk

always threatens her children that if they continue to misbehave, she’s going to replace their pictures at home with the pictures of her favorite students

sometimes they can't tell if she’s joking or not

best dressed mom ever

fali

oh my goodness this man

i think i fell for my own oc help

anyway

friend of the world

everyone knows him

type of person to have good grades based on his dazzling charisma alone

super athletic

student-athletes are where it's at

always drives to school with y/n, and they take turns driving

no matter who is driving, the car is always full of him, y/n, kiri, neteyam, lo’ak, and spider ( sullys’ next door neighbor )

on the rare occasion in which all six of them don't have stuff to do after school, they all go drive to shake shack and get milkshakes and cheesy fries ( for my lactose intolerant readers, fali always has emergency lactaid in his car for you )

the employees at chipotle know his exact order because of the amount of times he has been

he’s a burrito addict ( which is gross, because of all burritos… chipotle ?? )

fali and y/n’s favorite movie to watch together tangled, like they can recite every line together ( y/n plays flynn rider + fali plays rapunzel—they both play mother gothel, so i suggest staying far away during mother knows best )

couple goals—they were literally voted in the superlatives as the “mom and dad” of their senior class

nobody could disagree

when their team won states, y/n gave fali the biggest, cutest, most earth shattering smooch

everyone awed and took pictures

except for neteyam who just stood and watched, pretending to be annoyed that his big sister went to fali before going to him

he wasn’t that shocked though

anyway, they’re just the cutest ever

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #lo’ak sully #neytiri sully #sully!reader #fali x reader

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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Bestie. Hear me out. A cozy day in bed w Pedro while it storms. Pedro being the softest person in the world. That’s it that’s all I’ve got

A rainy day where you’re already not in the brightest mood can make you feel a lot like Eeyore.

And you did. You had a blanket around your shoulders with hands around a mug, staring out the sliding doors as the rain hit the glass outside table.

Pedro’s slippers dragged on the wood and it stops once he’s at the end of the hallway, probably when he saw you. “What are you doing?” You took a sip from your mug.

You shrug without looking at him and Pedro nods to himself. He doesn’t let his feet drag as he walks over to you, taking your mug and setting it down. Pedro’s front presses to your back and his smell can always immediately help you feel better.

“Did something happen or did you wake up feeling meh?” He mumbled into your hair and you sigh softly as you wrap an arm around his waist, the both of you looking out at the rain. “Meh. I totally get it, I wake up like that sometimes.”

“A lot.”

“Excuse me, not a lot!” He defends himself and you smile without teeth, dropping it when you connect your front with his. “Wanna go watch a movie in the bed and order breakfast from down the street?”

“I don’t want to go in the rain, P.”

“We don’t have to go in the rain!”

—

47 minutes later, DoorDash arrived as you two watched Bob’s Burgers on the couch.

Pedro waited for the guy to leave before grabbing the food and running out of the living room. You shut off the tv and huff. “Pedro Pascal.. don’t make me use your full name. I want my food.”

You walk into the room and there was Pedro, setting up a breakfast bar on your dressers and desks. “We’ll eat in here. And we can catch up on our show in our favorite place.”

You walk over to him and rub your hand over his stomach, to his ribs and letting it sit on his stomach as you kiss him. “I’m so thankful for you, Pedrito.”

“Hm. Sounded like you were gonna kill me before.” He half-whispers and gives you a wink which makes your cheeks red.

His winks always got you.

Pedro made you a new cup of coffee and grabbed everything you two needed. You grabbed whatever the hell you wanted to eat and sat happily in your spot.

Pedro finally sat down after what felt like 3 hours and you immediately hit play. “Yeah sure go ahead I’m ready.” He mumbles sarcastically and you laugh while hitting pause. A couple minutes pass. “Okay, ready.”

“Finally!”

You hit play.

“Actually babe-” Pedro starts and you immediately hit pause, snapping your head at him and he covers his laugh with his hand. “I’m sorry I was kidding. It was funny, laugh.” He chuckles and pokes your side which made you jump.

“I’ll tape your mouth closed, Pedro. Don’t tempt me.” you look at him and he looks at you over his coffee mug as he takes a sip, giving you a wink before setting it down.

You turn your head to the screen. Damn it.

—

Pedro put all the dishes and left overs away and he even brought a damp washcloth where he proceeded to clean your face and hands like you were a toddler.

He settled back into bed and you two switched to Crazy, Stupid, Love while you cuddled. Your head laid on his thigh with your arms wrapped loosely around his leg with Pedro’s fingers playing with your hair and massaging your scalp.

The movie got quiet and the rain grew louder. It poured on the roof and you close your eyes as you could hear every drop hit the roof.

“Is it nap time?” Pedro whispers and you laugh. You pull yourself to lay next to him, his head now on your chest with your arm around his neck and playing with his hair.

You looked at him, and it took him a minute to look back at you. You brushed a curl from his face and smile. “My exes would’ve told me to put a smile on my face this morning if they saw me how you did. They’d ridicule me-”

“But I’m not them, I’ll never be them, and they’ll certainly never be me.” Pedro gloats and you roll your eyes with a laugh. “I know how they were. And I’m here to tell you it’s okay to have days like today, whether it’s rain or shine. And I will always be there for those days, good and bad.”

Tears wanted to fall but they just blurred your vision. You press your forehead to his with your eyes closed. “Thank you.” The grip on his shirt was tight it nearly ripped holes.

You just could never let him go.

“Always, princesa.” He whispered and kissed your nose, then your lips before snuggling under your chin and squeezing you into him.

With your hands rubbing up and down his back, the soft whistle from his nose, incoherent mumbles, you took it all in.

You couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful soul of a partner.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #rpf #real person fiction

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all-hail-draculaura · 2 years

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Wishes Come True?

Its been awhile since I last wrote fanfiction, please excuse the mistakes made. I love fanfictions where the fictional characters come to ‘life’ and deal with the real world or vice versa or straight the worlds just collide and become one. This is a Morpheus x reader fanfiction

Summary : When your besties finally influences you to do some New Year’s Eve superstitions and they actually work out for you. Makes the saying of ‘Be careful of what you wish for’ little too serious in the this case. Now you have to figure out how to get The Sandman back to their universe or deal with the consequences.

Word Count : 3,007

Warnings : bad language, use of drugs, alcohol consumption, low-key a crackfic

“So you’re telling me that I got to eat twelve grapes under a table while making one specific wish for each grape under sixty seconds while attempting to not choke and wear different colored underwear that each have their own meaning for something to happen in the new year. Yeah, that sounds about right”

“C’mon, I mean when you put it like that, it makes me sound like I’m a crazy person, but I don’t want to be the only person to do it, and it's not like we both have something going on in our personal lives anyway.” My friend, Delia, was trying to compel me into doing some New Year's Eve rituals, so we can have a ‘fun’ new year.

“Fine, I’ll do it for your sake, but I just want you to know one very important thing.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yeah, whatever it is, just as long as we get to do it.” She accepted easily. “Get seedless grapes, I’m not going to die by grapes with seeds in them.”

The plan was for us to go to our other friend’s house for a New Year's Eve party, but of course, something always has to happen to prevent us to come together, even for holidays. The friend that was hosting the party had to cancel due to getting Covid and didn’t want to risk anyone else getting it. So the new move was just for Delia and I to get drunk and high at my house, eat some fast food, and watch some crappy movies.

As I waited patiently for my friend to arrive, preparations were in order. The only decorations I have of course are memes related to New Year’s Eve being printed and left over colored streamers from different holidays. Clearly ready to welcome the New Year. Checking if I had enough alcohol and zaza for us to hit to make this evening ever so special. Sadly, I was lacking in the alcohol department, so I sent off a quick text to my friend for her to stop by the store to do a last minute run. After that was said and done, I took a quick rinse and got ready, deciding on wearing some clothes instead of wearing pajamas on New Year's Eve. I put on a chunky knit sweater in my favorite color, and I was about to put on pants, but I remembered I promised to wear different colored underwear, so pants aren’t an option. Debating to myself which underwear colors should I wear, I decided upon the colors yellow for money, blue for my health, white for happiness, and most importantly red for romance. Obviously, I put red first because at this point I am just desperate for another person’s touch, then white, blue, and lastly yellow. Putting on a simple pleated skirt, the look is completed, and so I can be comfortable wearing this many pairs of underwear.

Hearing my phone go off, my friend texted me that she was there. I headed downstairs to go open the door and welcome her in. “Hello bestie, I hope you're as excited as I am for tonight!” she exclaimed. She held two bags in her hands, which I’m assuming contained snacks, grapes, and alcohol for our evening. “You know it, just set the bags in the kitchen. I’ll order us some DoorDash right now if you want.” I said. “I’m craving Wingstop, you down?” she asked. Agreeing with her, I went ahead and started to order what we wanted to eat.

After hitting some of the devil’s lettuce we were able to consume our food with such finesse, and with alcohol in our systems, we can easily say that we were far out of it and relaxed. “So, let me see what underwear you’re wearing?” I asked, staring at the TV that was playing Bluey. I turn to pay attention to her, only to see her make a face. “I know you didn’t just forget to wear the underwear now did you!” yelling at her. She made a dumbfounded face and sheepishly said she was in a rush for time. Shaking my head in disappointment, I flashed her the underwear I was wearing. “Oh my gods, you actually did it. Maybe you’ll have a better year than me,” she joked.

“I want you to know that I’m not going to let you forget this right.” I snorted at her words, giving her a playful shove. Turning back to watch the TV, watching Bluey wasn’t cutting it right now, it was time for something different. “You want to rewatch The Sandman until it hits New Year?” I asked her. “Hell yeah!” she cheered. Putting on the show to have a marathon into the new year.

“Ever notice how Morpheus kinda acts and looks like Edward from Twilight?” Delia jokes. “You know, saying that makes me realize I have a type in men now,” acknowledging her words,“Sad, tall, angsty, emo men are just superior.”

We made it to episode 3. Dream a Little Dream of Me by the time I took notice of what the time really was. “Shit, we have to go hide under the table now, it's 11:53” we scrambled to set everything together. We sat under the table, clutching our grapes in our bowls. Checking the time again, it's 11:59, I panic thinking about the wishes I want to come true in the next year. Then boom, it hit 12. I started stuffing grapes into my mouth with different wishes like wanting to pass my classes, become a skinny legend, and other dumb stuff. I got to my last three grapes, thinking about something really dumb to make. Wishing for The Sandman show to be real, I wish to be a part of a storyline with them, and I wish for Morpheus and I to fall in love. I checked the time again, 12:01. Smiling like an idiot, some part of me wanted to believe that my wishes would come true, but this is the real world, not some y/n fanfiction. “Happy New Year, bestie!” Delia cried out. She proceeded to tackle me in a loving embrace. “Happy New Year to you, too smelly.” I mustered out, not being able to breathe from getting the air knocked out of me. We got up from under the table, dusting and cleaning up our messes. We talked about our wishes and joked about how our new year was going to be especially magical for me this year.

It was getting late for the both of us, sadly, I made sure to order my friend an Uber to be safe. I bid her farewell and told her to text me when she got home to be safe. Now I’m left to my own devices. Starting to clean up the mess that we made, gave me time to notice how something now felt off. I brushed it off, thinking to myself it was just my high coming down along with sobering up. Cleaning gets done faster when you aren’t having a party. I texted my close friends and family Happy New Year while getting ready to shower. A shower will help with this off feeling, I hope. I peeled off my clothes, only to leave my underwear on to see myself in the shower. Examining the many layers of undies I had on, laughing to myself about superstitions. Longing hit me as I removed each layer to be left with red panties. I did wish for a romantic relationship, it gets so lonely you know. Getting fully naked now, and stepping into the warm water of the shower, muscles relaxing and being able to take deep breaths.

Allowing myself to daydream a bit while washing my hair, as I stood with the warm water hitting back, it felt as though the place where I was standing started to shift. I open my eyes to see I’m in an area of blackness, the only light coming from a spotlight over my head. “You wish for the King of Dreams and Nightmares to be real?” a female dissonance rang out. In front of me were three different women that were shifting in and out of each other, all at various stages in their life. A voice in my head said ‘The Hecate, the fates, the three in one, the maiden, the mother, the crone they have come to answer your requests.’

“Sisters, it seems she finally realized who we are, and don't want to keep her waiting now.” “Pity for the foolish girl to wish upon such things.” “Hush now sisters, after all this will be an interesting turn of events.” “Even Destiny couldn’t have seen this from happening, could he.”

“Please, can you tell me what is happening? Are you really going to make my wishes come true? This can't be real, you can't be real, this is my imagination.” I pleaded.

“Know this Y/n L/n, when you lay your head tonight in your dreams you may find yourself in a place you may only know from the screen and paper. Till we meet again,” with their final statement, they disappeared, and I'm back in my shower.

Cold water now pelts my back as I am left what to think about what just happened, whether the whole thing was imaginary. No matter how hard I tried to remember what just occurred, it was like my mind was trying to get rid of such an event. I rinsed whatever shampoo was left in my hair and turned off the water. Stepping out to dry myself off, leaving me time to think of what I just forgot, maybe I forgot to feed my cat or check my emails. I try to brush off the anxiety inducing feeling and just change into a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Attempting to try to snuggle up in my blankets to find some comfort.

Today, in my dreams, I find myself lying on the sand of a beach. There is familiarity to this beach, to the grayness of the sands, the deep inky colored waters of the ocean. Sitting up to examine my areas, everything feels too real to the touch, the grains of sand between my toes, the warmth of the sun that was hidden by the murky clouds, the breeze that teased my skin causing goosebumps to appear. The feeling was very uncanny valley, but if this was a dream, it shouldn’t be too scary. Looking behind me to see a great wall with spectacular detailed gates. It dawned on me that these were The Gates of Horn and Ivory from The Sandman. ‘Great, I dreamed of being in the dreaming realm, ironic’ I thought to myself, picking myself up.

I wandered over to the gates, trying to remember what the gates meant and how to enter the true dreaming realm. “The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments, deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old.” I recite from the comic book with ease, shocking myself with it. ‘Maybe I have a better memory when I am sleeping’ I mutter to myself. Regardless, I made my way towards the Gate of Horn. I didn’t need much force to open up the stone door, it's like it knows that I won’t do any harm to the world. I said thank you as I walked inside to the true center of the Dreaming, the gates closing behind me with a soft thud. To say I was in awe is an understatement, the clouds cleared up here, exposing the sun rays that encompassed the beauty that was of the land. It was like a wonderland with many mythical creatures that you could read about in books and see on screen, dreams and nightmares walking a muck in casualness.

My gaze landed upon the palace, it was ethereal, nothing compared to the show or the comics. I made it my mission right then and there to go forward and attempt to enter. The feeling of being watched suddenly came up again, the hairs on the back of my neck raised to the intensity. I looked up to the sky to see the infamous Matthew the raven staring at me as he flew past me, presumably to his master. Ignoring that, I say to myself, “The wilderness must be explored” quoting the child from the movie ‘UP!’ as I ventured on towards the castle.

The walk went gracefully as you could imagine it, seemed like the people of the realm were used to dreamers just walking about. Which is a huge relief on my behalf. The fan in me got excited as I passed each unique landmark that was featured in the show. The Houses of Mysteries and Secrets were a particular favorite of mine to pass by, only due to seeing them interact with each other and Goldie. It wasn’t long before I stood at the front of the castle of the King of Nightmares and Dreams. Anxiety came up in tidal waves telling me no, not to enter, but female voices in my head were saying to enter. I pushed through my fears and opened up the palace door and entered.

Wonderment filled my eyes, captivated by the beauty from within the architecture. Everything is immaculate to say the least, nothing could ever truly replicate the elegance of the pillars, the colors that showed down from the ever-changing glass panes, the lustrous floor tiles, the helix and flawless stairs that led up to a more beautiful throne that of which held its king. Making eye contact with him sent a shiver up my spine. His icy blue eyes pierced right through me, making every sensor in my body want to run, but couldn’t. Fight or flight wasn’t an option that was granted to me.

“See boss, I told you someone entered the realm through the gate.” Matthew defended himself. “Silence, now human how did you enter through the gate, more importantly my realm?” his voice boomed with authority.

“I entered through the Gate of Horn, the gate of which that only lets in those who of truth and how I entered in your realm is what I myself are still trying to figure out, Lord Morpheus” I confess. His brow furrowed at my statement. “You know who I am?” he interrogated. ‘Shit, I fucked myself over that one. Wait, this is my dream, why am I scared? Might as well see how far we can go with this without dying’ I thought to myself. “Lord Morpheus I know of all your titles, Dream of the Endless, the King of Nightmares and Dreams, Prince of Stories, Ruler of the Dreaming, and many more, sir. I know of your raven, Matthew, and your librarian Lucienne who helped keep order while you were away when you were captured. There are many things that I know of, but know this my Lord, I come to you with no harm, just curiosity.” I explained, hoping that I didn’t just doom myself.

His eyes were filled with anger, maybe bringing up his capture wasn’t the brightest idea in the world. “How could you know of such things, you are just a plain mortal.”

First, ouch. Second of all, this isn’t turning out well for me. I guess it's true, never meet your heroes. Before I even could defend myself more, he appeared right in front of me. It was a bad time to be in awe of his grace, but he looked so handsome in person. From how his hair fell from head down to face, framing his features perfectly, how his skin of was alabaster and radiant, his lips were the shade of a rhododendron in the late spring, his gaze, a fierce and cold rage held in his eyes, and his eyes were like a galaxy of stars, wanting to get lost in them forever without fear. It made me realize that we were both analyzing each other, but in my case it was deepening my love for the fictional character. When we made eye contact, it was like something clicked in him and me. I blushed and looked down towards the floor, seeing my reflection in the clean marble tiles.

“I swear to you, I truly do not mean any harm. If you wish to ban me from the Dreaming, I will not put up a fuss. I am willing to tell you anything and everything I know if you let me stay.” my voice stammered. The fear of rejection choking up in my throat like a dry pill to swallow. I looked back at him. “You may stay,” was all he said. I smiled in glee and relief. “I promise you, my lord, anything you wish to know, I will speak all that I know of, should you just ask.” There it was again, silence and staring at each other. This time his eyes were clear of rage, only filled with now somber. “My first question for you, mortal, what is your name?” he asked.

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), my lord.” answering his question without hesitation. Before he could continue speaking, I felt myself start to wake up. Why must all the best dreams come to an end. I bid my goodbye to the king.

I woke up in my bed, thoughts racing. ‘Did that really happen? Did I really meet the Dream King himself? He was so scary, but really was handsome though. Ugh, I am never watching The Sandman that late ever again.’ I get up to start up my day. I pass by the window and see a bird perched on my windowsill, not just any bird, a raven. My eyes widen at the thought. I bust that window with lighting speed. “Are you Matthew?” I asked, thinking I'm still fighting off sleep. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh, shit.

Hope y’all liked the first chapter. Like I said, it has been a fat minute since I last wrote fanfiction so any corrections are greatly appreciated.

#lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #The Sandman #dream of the endless #fanfiction #fanfic #the sandman x reader #the sandman x y/n #dream of the endless x reader #wishes come true?

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 months

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dc brain rot anon here for the interdimensional booty call just to say: listen. having an interdimensional boy toy requires coordination. you guys have to schedule that shit. you sadly cannot share a google calendar across the multiverse. this is how kate ends up with events in her calendar titled “dick appointment” for her… well, her dick appointments. with dick.

ngl i was honestly thinking they just randomly show up at each other's door when they land in the other's universe but this is SO much better

like kate's team and friends etc know she has a friend named dick and he's also like a regular human team leader, kate says she has a dick appointment and they know she's meeting dick so they're just like lol you guys have such a weird friendship you're such a nerd have fun doing team leader shit kate byee not realizing that it's A DICK APPOINTMENT WITH DICK

they don't realize this until kate winds up in a shoulder immobilizer and someone is like "well at least you have a dick appointment to look forward to" and kate responds with "i'm pretty sure i'm not supposed to take the immobilizer off just to have sex" and her entire team bluescreens for a minute

dick comes over and then he just...hangs out with her? even though the whole point of them meeting up today is for boning? he's not even getting any they just hang out and watch dog cops and dick braids her hair back so it stops getting caught in the straps of the shoulder immobilizer? kate has to Take a Minute to reassess their relationship. he orders doordash for them? kate falls asleep on him and he carries her to bed, makes a little wall of pillows in front of her and then spoons up behind her to keep her from rolling over in the middle of the night and hurting herself (she's a restless sleeper) and it's just SO sweet

the AMOUNT of coordination these booty calls would take. at some point donna sits down and is like. babe. babe. bestie. is the sex really that good? you've been trying to figure this scheduling out for three days. is it REALLY that good.

at which point dick points out, exCUse me, the last time we got together we didn't even HAVE sex, so, you know

donna just STARES at him because eXCuse ME we worked a mission AROUND that booty call and you didn't even get booty? DICK OH MY GOD. Donna immediately texts like half the Titans to conference in on "dick is it really about the sex, buddy? is it?" They stage an intervention for him to alert him to the fact he's caught feelings

Donna: I have a confession Dick: oh no Donna: Dick, you're in love with Kate Bishop Dick: Dick: oh my god

#kate bishop #hawkeye #dick grayson #nightwing #dickate #dc brainrot #dc brainrot anon #i am honestly so unwell about them #paddling my kayak

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shitouttabuck · 1 year

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wip wednesday

tagged by @rewritetheending and @anxieteandbiscuits yesterday so i am using that today thanks pals and also tagging you back if you have more to share!!!

snip from i love you like a dog fic

He looks at the kitchen island, bags of groceries sweating condensation under the overhead lights. His tofu and cheese and fruit mixed up with Eddie’s syrup and coffee and cat food for the stray he lies about feeding. Because he and Eddie never bag their groceries separately. Why would they? They go to the store together, and they drive home together, and if anything needs to be separated and taken to a different household, they do that together too, while putting the rest away.

Buck has never wanted to duck behind rationality and change instinct to something that would make sense in a friendship, has never even thought that hey, maybe if we bagged them separately at the store we wouldn’t spend an extra ten minutes sorting them out in your kitchen.

Eddie’s never suggested it either, and why would he when half the time he’s putting Buck’s ice cream in his own freezer as soon as they get home? Because it’s not like Buck ever goes grocery shopping with Eddie and then leaves his house immediately. There’s lunch, and school pick-up, and PG-13 movies, and homework, and if somewhere in all that the tub of raspberry ripple gets forgotten in the Diaz’s freezer for a week or two? That just means Buck has an excuse to rock up to 4995 South Bedford Street at seven on a weeknight, plonk himself down on the couch between the two permanent residents and spend the evening spoon-fighting them away from his ice cream with the very solid excuse of not wanting to DoorDash dessert to the loft when he has his very own perfectly good tub right here.

sorry there is no actual dog imagery in this bit i think everything i’ve written so far other than this is really heavy which is stressing me out because i’ve only written the opening 3k and it’s already pretty sad 😭 gotta figure out how to not open the fic on such a bummer note…….

tagging @transboybuckley @jeeyuns @buckactuallys too if you have anything to share!!!

#tag game #wip #sorry this is like a nothing few lines #hopefully will write some more tomorrow 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽#writing tag

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You’re infamous in this universe (The Leslie Vernon universe. All Slashers exist, they’re kinda like legends/celebrities), for fucking with both Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger. One of them just wasn’t enough for you. You needed love and sex (And neither one was going to give you both).

Obviously it all went up in flames when they found out about eachother, and even though nowadays you live in your own self-built prison to protect yourself from their wrath, you retain that it was fun while it lasted.

Long story short though- they find you.

Warnings: Cheating (Reader. Really, reader is terrible 😅 ), almost dacryphilia? (Again, reader. But I wouldn’t put it past Freddy either- just not here), guns (Reader and Freddy), gun wounds (Jason), violence (Reader… ) and attempted murder (Freddy and Jason).

I love writing reader into a terrible person. If you'd like to read more of the reader being evil- I recommend this work! 😈 :

Oneshot: Jennifer Check+Inkubus x EvillerReader- Turned human.

There’s a knock at your door not 15 minutes after you ordered Chinese food, and it makes you suspicious. Watching the door, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled taught in a firm line, you think- Your food shouldn’t be here yet… Who the hell is at the door?? After a few moments, they knock again and you swiftly get up off the couch. On your way to the door, you listen out intently for any noises outside, but all you hear is tapping- like someone really impatient is waiting out there.

When you get to the door you rise up to your tip-toes quietly and peak through the little peephole, damning the way your bones creak at the motion.

On your porch is a boy, you realise. Well, a man- but recently a boy. No one you’re interested in, either way… you like a little more, in men. This one’s too plain for your tastes. And on top of that, he’s not carrying a bag of fried rice.

Ugh… You open the door anyway and lean against the frame; Assessing him lazily with bored eyes. “Hello? Can I help you?”

“… Y/N??” The fact that he knows your name has you standing straight again, ready to slam the door in his face. You dont even give DoorDash your real name, and you have as intimate a relationship as you can have with an app, with that one. And he also looks far too pleased to see you. “Y/N L/N??”

“Uh, no, the bitch moved last year.” You attempt to lie, thinking maybe he doesn’t know what you look like. It’s worth a try, anyway. Shrugging, you cross your arms, leaning casually against the doorframe still. “Whore stopped paying her rent, so I had to kick her out. What do you want with the skank?”

“Really?? Cuz you uh, you fit her description to a T. A little older I guess, but- “

WHAT!? “Excuse you??” Older??? You are still hot as hell, thanks very much- “- Uhh, I mean… “Your face is tight as you force a smile against your cheeks, one hand on the doorhandle so as to shut it on the little twirp as soon as possible. “Well I’m not her, so… off you go. Goodluck. Thanks so much for coming by~ … “Not.

Having decided that this less-than-pleasant porch conversation is over, you try to close the door and lock it- but the guy reaches over and puts a hand on it to keep it open. Your jaw drops, surprised at the utter gall, wondering whether you should pepper spray him… when you notice the desperation on his face. It makes you pause, at least, and narrow your eyes. What is this?

“Please, Ma’am. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Okay now you’re not liking that look in his eye at all. Too excited, too pleased. What does he want?? You’ve had people track you down for all sorts of reasons before. As bait for Jason and Freddy or to sacrifice you to them, as well as to fuck you, to kill you themselves, to interview you, to ask you to kill them (There are some real freaks in this world, you came to learn over the years after what happened), and a million other crazy things that you… well, that you did actually cash in on sometimes, like the guy that wanted you to wear one pair of socks for 3 weeks at a time and then mail them to him for money, and a girl that wanted your old make-up for a good price also- and- what?! You hit hard times! The point is, you don’t like the looks of this guy and your panty-selling days are behind you.

He’s leaning so hard on the door to keep it open that when you abruptly sigh, and let it go, he falls forward into your home and only just manages to catch himself before face-planting into your carpet. “Fine, what do you want? It has been a while since a fan put in the work and found me… maybe I’ll get a laugh out of it.”

“Fan??” Oh, you don’t like the way he says that. Like it’s an utterly insane thought. Narrowing your eyes at him, though, gets him to buck up as he stands up straight again and shakes his head damn quickly. “No no! Yes, I mean, I’m a fan- a huge fan!! I just meant- you’re a goddess, to me. I’m more like a… a devoted. God- this is so exciting- meeting you! Y/N L/N! Wow. You’re just- even more beautiful than the articles say!”

Okay… he’s growing on you. Making up for that ‘older’ comment, before. A little.

You close the door behind him and lock it. Of course, he can still get out- that’s not the point. Your front door just always has to be locked. You learnt that the hard way the year that the Sawyers found you and those inbred freaks tried to take you on Jason’s behalf… Now your door is made of 6 inches of steel- not even that skin mask wearing loser can get through it with that puny chainsaw of his. And it must be locked. “So… what’s your name?”

“Leslie Vernon.” He says it with pride, like you should know it. When you just look at him blankly after, he deflates slightly. “I’m an up-and-comer!”

“… an up-and-comer?” You blink, very confused. What is this strange boy on about…?

“I’m gonna be a Slasher.” Leslie explains, and you just look at him even more dubiously. This one is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, that’s for sure- “One of the big ones. Like Jason and Freddy- I’ve been working hard for a while for it- and its finally gonna happen in a few weeks. Even got a camera crew to document it!! That’s why I’m here actually-” Okay no, you’ve heard enough.

“If you think for one second that I’m gonna be in your little movie, you are out of your damn mind, kid.” Didn’t he see your door? You do not play around with personal safety, here. If ‘Frason’ found you, you would be skinned.

And you have honestly spent too much time spreading honey and avocado and mud across your face with a stick to let it go quite so easy. Ugh, you can feel a headache coming on…

“No no! I was hoping you’d- you’d maybe… know how to find them. Like, how do I get Krueger’s attention?”

“Fishnets always did it for me.” You sigh, rubbing your temples. Through the pain in your brain, you try to think- what to do with this guy? Would anyone miss him if he just disappeared? “Also he’s got this weird thing about pigtails… “

“Where’s crystal lake?”

“Oh, yeah, you just go down Momma’s Boy Lane and then take a short cut through celibacy territory and you’re there.”

“Aww, gimmie something!!” He whines and oh- lord. You could smack him for it. The sound only makes your head feel worse, and its unbelievably obnoxious. This here is why you never had kids! - “You’ve got something I know it. I think they’d be some great colour for the movie, and if you could just, y’know, gimmie a hint- cuz you’re, you know, the Freddy Krueger-Jason Voorhees expert- “

The words stop abruptly when he notices that you’re not really listening, anymore… you’re giggling. The pain turned into delirium pretty quickly when he said their names, and it gets worse fast- turning into raucous laughter, the kind that bends you back and draws tears to your eyes. You’ve got a sweater paw covering your contorted face and muffling the noises but it’s not too helpful making Leslie thinking that you’re any less crazy, really. Which is fine; You are a little crazy. It’s okay; You’ll own it. After all, you earned that crazy. “You want… oh my gosh,” You’re struggling to speak as the cackles start dying down, because they keep bubbling up again when you try to talk. “You want… fuck, sorry sorry!!- Haha!- “

Finally, you manage to calm down, releasing a sigh. Oh, a good laugh is always appreciated - especially in your little, secluded world, - but the fun’s over. “Ahh… Alright, Fanboy.” You suddenly snap, making him jump. It’s cute, you’ll admit, but he’s still not your type. “Tell me if I have this totally wrong, here, but, did you came here to me, knowing how I’m, ya know… notorious, for betraying these Slashers you’re after, and really enjoying it also, which is not a rumour by the way, I really did… to actually ask if I can… introduce you???” Creating a temple with your fingertips together, you raise your brows at him for this next part when he doesn’t deny it. “… Are you out of your mind, kid?”

“I know you know how to get in contact with them. No one knows them better than you, Y/N. You’re the expert- “

“O-kay, that’s really, really getting old.” You roll your eyes, slipping onto the couch again and bringing your knees up to your chest. “First of all I’m more than the girl that made that big bad forest man fall for her, and fucked Freddy Krueger. I also happen to be a great chess player, and my crochets are the bomb.” Sighing, you run a hand through your hair; Bored once again. “Second of all- I’ve got dinner coming and I’m not big on sharing. I know- shocker. So yeah, you should go.”

“I just wanted to- “

“Out.”

“Come on!- “

Ughhhhh- “Did I mention I have 7 rottweilers?”

“Bye.”

“But wait hey-” Before Leslie can make it out the door, you turn back at the last second- and flash a smirk. He stops, looking suspicious. “If you do find them, it’s been a while- so give them my love.”

~ Months Later ~

You knew after you watched that stupid movie of Leslie’s that you were in for trouble. He mentioned you more than once, and your information was in the credits. Now, that probably wasn’t his doing as he supposedly ‘died’, but that didn’t piss you off any less.

Still, you didn’t leave your home. It’s not like Freddy was going to get anywhere near you with the Hypnocil you’ve been constantly half-high on for the last two decades. And you had a good set up where you are!- the whole place is built custom for you, so the walls are built up so strong that Jason couldn’t tear them down even if he came with a bulldozer, the windows are bullet proof, and the latches are military-grade. Not to mention your dogs out there ready to tear any trespasser to pieces and the security system built into every wall and floorboard. If anyone so much as huffed through the mail slot on the front door, you and everyone from here to the nearest Police Station would hear about it.

Plus you own a lotta guns, hidden in some very wacky places. Even if one of them did manage to sneak in, they wouldn’t get anywhere close to you before you created so many holes in them that they would look like Swiss cheese.

Still, though- you knew they would come, at least. Somehow, word of the movie would reach them and they would come for you.

But you’ve never been scared of them before and that was not going to start now. Come on… you ate those boys for breakfast 20 years ago. The thought that you would fear them now is honestly funny.

So when you wake up one night to the sound of metal screeching against metal, you aren’t surprised and you’re not scared- just frustrated. You don’t even open up your eyes, at first, just hoping it was in your head. But you sense eyes on you.

Face smooshed into the duck-feather pillow beneath your head, you continue to pretend to be sleeping… but let your arm fall down the side of your bed. Your fingertips just brush the cold metal of a gun under there, but a large hand encloses around your wrist, and you’re yanked up rapidly into a sitting position. Your eyes are wide for a moment and flicking up Jason’s form, surprised at the sudden attack… before you take a deep breath, set the giant with a stern look, and shake your head; Voice gentle when you speak. Gentler than you’ve ever truly been, except for when you were with Jason. “… Jason. Sweetheart- let me go, I’ll bruise.”

He just tightens his grip, making you almost gasp- but you manage to stop yourself. Close your mouth again, muffle the sound. You don’t like to show weakness.

Especially not in front of your own damn victims.

“Mm… Okay, okay, I get it… “Glaring, and twisting your wrist in his iron grip, you give a little yank of your own- testing his persistence. And your conjoined limbs barely move, so, its safe to say that he is really, quite determined here. Damnit. “… You’re mad… “You go on, through grit teeth. Mostly just buying for time while you give the room a quick comb over. “That’s okay, I would be too…” No sign of Freddy, but that doesn’t mean he’s not here. That sound that woke you up was definitely his calling card. “So, uh- you alone, or?... “You need to know what you’re dealing with here; Your contingency plans are specific.

“You wish he was alone, princess~… “

With that you look around again with a deep frown, quite surprised to hear his voice but not see him at all. What?- Where the hell- While your wrist is stuck in Jason’s giant clenched hand, your field of vision is limited but you lean away from Jason to peak over the other side of the your bed- and-

Immediately freeze. Your own breath catches in your throat, starring down the barrel of your own gun, the one you had been reaching for before Jason caught you, behind which lay a set of familiar, cold eyes and a terrible smirk; Freddy’s finger on the trigger. You didn’t hear the safety click off but that’s not surprising- none of your guns ever have the safety on. “… Cat caught your tongue, bitch??... “

“… Hi, there, Freddy… “You greet carefully, cautiously leaning straight up again as he gets up off the floor slowly, gun still trained on your forehead. Yes, you’re being careful- but you know damn well guns have never been his style, so the chances that he’ll shoot you on purpose are… slim. He may accidentally pull the trigger, though, after he inevitably makes himself laugh like a damn howler monkey. Impulsive, ridiculous idiot that he is.

Still, just like you couldn’t help the softer tone your voice took talking to your Jason- you can’t even hope to fight the urge to raise your free hand like a criminal caught red-handed and give Freddy a smirk. Old habits do die hard, after all. “Wanna play cops and robbers, then?~ “

“In you dreams sweetheart~… “He responds, face rearing in close to yours- he just can’t help himself. And you knew that, waiting for him to get close enough before suddenly reaching up to steal the gun right out his hand and elbow him directly in the face. “Oh!”

Swiftly you then turn to Jason, pointing the gun directly against his forehead. You don’t even hesitate before pulling the trigger, causing the adorable boor to let you go and slowly lean back, not dead but surprised for sure.

“Sorry Jason!” You quickly hop off the bed while the two Slashers are reeling from the injuries, grab a pack of matches from your dresser by the door and start hurrying through the house- socks sliding against the hardwood floor a little. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate that dumb little ‘up-and-comer’, ugh- Oh shit!”

Freddy’s behind you in no time, having recovered from the nose-shot a lot faster than Jason could pick up his giant form off the floor. You slam a couple of doors behind you for him to run into, but only succeed in having him run face-first into the surface the first time. You even fling a vase back at him and drag an armchair into his way Sydney Prescott style, but it only buys you just enough time to stab in the code to your panic room- not enough to get in, though.

… I knew Final Girls were full of shit-

“Not this time- “Freddy growls, non-gloved hand latching onto your arm and twisting it painfully around so you turn to him. But, again, you refuse to show the pain; Instead you just grit your teeth through it, glaring in his face and the alien-green blood dripping out his nose. He’s not phased, though, smirking through his own anger. “You’re not getting away this time, bitch.” While Jason approaches dangerously behind him, machete in-hand and dirty dark-coloured blood painting his mask, Freddy raises a bladed finger to your face.

This is not your first rodeo, though. You are not scared of that diseased old thing. That thing was just foreplay for years. And you certainly aren’t scared of them, either. Freddy goes to say something more, but you raise your gun again, making him back up off you; Hands raised. You roll your eyes. “’Not this time’- what are you? A scooby-doo bad guy? I should-”

While your attention was solely on Freddy, you somehow don’t notice Jason glide by him but then that machete is dug into the wall closest to your head and the behemoth is leaning over you, breathing hard, and your eyes widen under the shadow he casts.

“… Jason.” Your voice actually goes small, under his gaze right then. You hate it, but it does. You actually loved Jason, at one point. Really, you did. Well- as deeply as you would ever be able, to love… anyone… It just wasn’t in you to be all his- or all Freddy’s for that matter though that situation was pretty different to this one.

… But the pain in Jason’s eyes, the frustration and sadness that he’s bleeding not you with those eyes- one wide open and the other still adorably droopy like he desperately needs a good nap, - is all yours. And yeah- you feel a little bit bad.

And a little something else, too. A little something that you thought dissipated in you. The love, you felt.

God, you must be evil. Because that sad look on his face turns you on.

“I… “… Okay. Taking a deep breath, you flick the safety on and tuck your gun into the side of your pyjama pants. He’s not going to listen if you’re holding a gun to his face. Never mind the one you already shot him in the head with. Duh- “Jason, I- “

~ Change of POV ~

“Don’t listen to a fucking word out of that bitch’s mouth, hockey puck- “

The glare Y/N flashes Freddy is downright violent; Vicious and visceral and if he were another man he would’ve backed up. Y/N didn’t often go rabid, but that glare was still jarring- she was always a manipulator. Everything under her control. She saw something she wanted and soon enough it was under her thumb, and even if it got out - like the two Slashers, -, she always had a contingency plan.

She would drag Jason back under her control easy as pie. Then it would be all over for Freddy; For Y/N, Jason would try to take him down like the big nitwitted flunkey he is- like if his dead mommy asked him to.

There was definitely something Freudian going on here, but Freddy would have to taunt the bed-wetter about that some other time.

He can hear Y/N talking to Jason, though, and none of its good. “… I’m so sorry Jason... I really did love you… I- I still- “Oh, the stutter was good, he’d admit. But he had to kill the mood there before it got out of hand. Freddy could already see Jason going soft, for Y/N.

… Luckily, I’m pretty damn good at killing things. A fowl grin spreads across charred features.

“Oh Y/N~ Sorry to interrupt, but remember…~ Ol’ mommy’s boy there’s not the only man around here you’ve begged~ “

#Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x Reader Oneshot #Freddy Krueger x Reader Oneshot #Jason Voorhees x Reader Oneshot #Oneshot #Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Slashers #Slashers x Reader #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Leslie Vernon

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togachipblog · 10 months

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Does serving store bought chips as part of a home based meal make you feel neglectful?

Growing up in the 1960, most women were stay at home housewives who were expected to cook all the family meals. Think about June Cleaver from Leave It To Beaver or Donna Reed. There may have been guilt from not holding up their end of the perceived bargain at that time by serving an already prepared snack.

A lot of people feel that chips are best for picnics in warm weather because they are a good short-cut in saving work. Per a study from 1955:

"They should not be eaten with dinner itself or with any regular meal." Some feel they are neglectful of their normal responsibilities and neglected when they include chips in the home as part of a meal.

They see potato chips as "getting away" with regular cooking responsibilities.

The first breakthrough in informing housewifes that it might be alright, at least occasionally, not to cook may have come in the 1960's. I remember visiting my Aunt Laura and Uncle Ralph in Newark, NJ and seeing a Volkswagen Beetle with a lighted chicken atop with the writing "Chicken Delight." The had a catchy jingle that ran on both television and radio with the slogan "Don't cook tonight! Call Chicken Delight." These cars home delivered cooked chicken. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0pHEZArDa4s

With all of the modern home delivery services such Uber Eats and Doordash and the fully prepared meals for take out at today's grocery stores, have things changed? Do you feel that anything "store-bought" represents nothing else to eat? Is your attitude that having to eat potato chips at home at meal time is a last resort, rather than because you wanted to - because you weren't properly taken care of by somebody you love?

With woman having careers, do you still expect your wife to prepare all of your meals? if you are a man, are you so lazy that you end up eating a whole bag of chips as a meal to avoid heating something up?

Send me an email at [email protected] or comment on my Toga Chip Guy Facebook page.

Watch Bob Hope and Lucille Ball sing "Home Cooking" from the movie "Fancy Pants." Lucy's voice is dubbed by Annette Warren.

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Enjoy Rodney Dangerfield's top ten jokes about his wife's lack of cooking skills.

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Rodney had a great excuse for eating store bought chips for dinner.

This blog post was inspired by a 1955 paper from the Institute for Motivational Research, Inc., authored by Ernest Dichter, Ph.D. Thanks to Max Moeller of the Hagley Museum and Library that is located in Wilmington, Delaware.

The Toga Chip Guy.

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enby-trainer · 1 year

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Poke Ball - If you have pokémon what kind of poke balls are they kept in?

Ordinary red/white balls with custom stickers of their names on 'em. I oughta decorate them more but I can't settle on a good way to do it.

Great Ball - Is there anything your pokémon are especially great at? Like tricks or moves?

Delphine's fave move is Play Rough, at least, I'm guessing it is since she uses it so often, and she's pretty good at it in my opinion. Meanwhile Nox's seems to be Power Gem? Also for the same reason.

Ultra Ball - How easy is it to bathe and groom your pokémon? What is needed to do so?

Usually the gals just clean themselves easily enough. They dislike getting dirty. Never needed to give either of 'em a bath.

Luxury Ball - What is one luxury you tend to take for granted or use to take for granted?

I used to tend to order DoorDash meals when I was too lazy to cook. And then one month I basically went broke because of my lack of self-control and sense. So, no more of that!

Heal Ball - Do you have any scars or injuries? How did you get them?

All the old cuts I got as a child from the multiple meowth my parents had growing up have healed and faded since then. Not all of those meowth liked children, y'know? And I was an annoying kid, always grabby-hands. Thankfully neither of my gals have ever seriously got me. Unrelated to pokemon, I got a fracture in one of my arms as a child when another kid pushed me off the monkey bars. Had to wear a cast.

Love Ball - Is there anyone you care deeply for? It can be romantic, platonic, or familial love.

My mom, for one. She wasn't perfect and still has her flaws to this day, but she loves me in the end and just wants me to be happy.

Friend Ball - Do you have any close friends? How did you meet them?

I don't really have any friends outside of my family, unfortunately. It's kind of lonely. One of the reasons I made this blog was so I could make new friends in the pokemon-owning community.

Repeat Ball - What is one thing that you could do over and over and never get tired of?

Eat! Sleep? Lol. I'm not very interesting. Well...if I could experience the feeling of winning a battle with your 'mon over and over again, that would probably be it. It's one of the few things in my life that make me feel like I know what I'm doing and I'm not a failure of a person. Which makes it suck even more when I lose.

Cherish Ball - What memory are you most fond of?

When Nox and Delphine were kittens, though Delphine was grown by the time Nox came into the picture. I hold those times near and dear to my heart.

Premier Ball - Are there any special events that you’re looking forward to in the future? If the event has already happened, what was it?

I plan to challenge a Unovan gym eventually! I just, uh, am indecisive...

Safari Ball - Have you been on any adventures? What were they?

Outside of New Tork? Not really. I've never left this city my whole life. I think I've got to change that...

Dusk Ball - Do you prefer the day or the night? Dawn or dusk?

I am a morning person.

Dream Ball - Do you have a dream? Or have you already achieved it?

I want to be a real, traveling pokemon trainer, I think. I've been stalling because I'm hesitant to give up everything I've gotten so far -- my job, my apartment. Being a professional trainer isn't easy, as far as I've observed...do you think I'm making up excuses? I'm not sure what I'm doing. All I know is sometime soon I need to try.

Heavy Ball - What is the biggest pokémon you own? What is the biggest Pokémon you are willing to own?

Both of my gals are averagely sized for Kantonian persian and both are about the same size as one another.

Strange Ball - What is the strangest thing you’ve seen or have heard about?

Why do scientists insist on making unethical hybrids like arctozolt and dracozolt? The poor things.

Park Ball - Do you take your pokémon out to fun places such as the park or the beach?

I take my 2 persian out to local parks as often as I can. Also on general walks.

Moon Ball - If you have pokémon that have evolved how did it happen? If they haven’t yet evolved do you or your pokémon ever plan on doing it?

If Nox and Delphine ever felt like they wanted to evolve before they did, they never let me know. I get the feeling neither of them expected to evolve either. For Delphine, it happened about half a year before Nox evolved. IIRC, meowth-Delphine was eating her daily dinner when suddenly she began to glow and change in shape. Nox, we were outside on a walk. I didn't expect any of it. They were both still pretty young, and to be honest they are still young now. Does this mean I'm a decent trainer? I hope so.

Quick Ball - Do you tend to take your time with things or do you have a ‘go go go’ attitude?

I am contradictory. Sometimes I have a go-go-go let's get this done right now kinda attitude, and then with other things I procrastinate badly.

Sports Ball - Have you participated in any competitions? Like pokémon contests or battle tournaments?

Not yet but we will. I am 26 and we've still got our whole life ahead of us. Don't remind me how some people start out at age 10 and still become champions...it makes me feel depressed about my progress.

Nest Ball - How old was your youngest pokémon when you got them?

Nox is the youngest, and she was practically a baby when I got her. Delphine was more of a teen.

#ic #pokemon #about nox #about delphine #about ansel

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anndroidgirl · 2 years

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Onions. UGH!

Don't get me wrong, I love onion rings, but they don't like me back, but there you go. No, what I'm talking about today is onions where they don't belong. Where is that you ask? In my fried rice! I've never had fried rice with onions in it before. Today, I was in the mood for Chinese food. I didn't want to leave the house so I was searching on the food delivery sites. I found a Chinese restaurant that I hadn't been to in over ten years. Had a bad experience the last time I visited and never went back. I saw they were new on DoorDash and thought I'd give them another shot as, they had free delivery, and they have bean curd (tofu). So, I order homestyle bean curd with extra tofu and fried rice. I should have gotten white rice as I usually do when I get tofu anywhere. So, it comes, there is delicious, delicious tofu. The fried rice looks great too. But wait! Is that a piece of onion? Hmm, okay, maybe it fell in. NOPE. It has little bits of onion all throughout. Boo! I ate around them as much as possible, but I got enough in me to make me miserable for the rest of the day burping. Ugh! On a good note, the tofu was amazing. Not nearly enough of it even after I asked for extra, but such is life. The fried rice was good except for the annoying onions. Live and learn, I guess! All in all, they didn't completely win me back, but I will probably give them another go sometime in the future, but I'll go in and pick it up to save myself some money. burp Excuse me! source https://www.anndroidgirl.com/my-blog/2022/10/onions-ugh.html

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lilacsandwhiskey · 2 years

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Hii I hope you’re doing well!! I just wanted to say I really love your writing and I think you’re an amazing writer! I was just wondering if I could request some fluff with drew when it’s rainy in la and you just want to stay in and keep warm? I hope you’re having a great day/night!!

hi babe, thank you so so much 💛 hope you enjoy this!

Rainy - drew x reader

You had a long list of things you wanted to do.

Go out for breakfast, scout out a museum, go to the park, catch a movie, make an intricate dinner together, maybe see a friend or two if Drew felt up to that.

Because he was home.

But when you woke up, the feeling of his head tucked into your neck, steady breaths escaping his lips, that was enough to make you want to stay there for the next two weeks he was home.

The cherry on top came when you notice light pecks on your window, darkness consuming the sky and falling into your room. There was no way you’d pass up the excuses of today.

You decide there’s breakfast in the fridge and cabinets, you can doordash lunch, and call in takeout for dinner. You just wanted to be with Drew.

You smile at the sleepy boy on top of you, one who was evidently tired from the long days and nights of filming he’d recently endured. Having this short break would be good for him, good for both of you.

You place several kisses on the top of his head as you run your fingers up and down his back. A gentle sigh leaves his mouth, as he turns over, grasping your arm and pulling it over him, a hint that he just wants to be spooned. You grin quietly, snuggling into his back, your fingers tracing his bare side.

Moments later, you quietly crawl out of the bed, with intentions of whipping up Drew’s favorite breakfast. You close the bedroom door in hopes to block out as much noise as possible. As you work around the kitchen on your tip toes, you’re interrupted by the click of the door opening. You turn towards the door, a sleepy Drew emerging with only sweat pants hanging low on his hips. He’s scratching behind his head, eyes half closed, a scene that makes your heart swell. “Bubs?” He calls out.

“Hi babe, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just making some breakfast.” “Want some help?” “Nope, just sit there and look pretty.” This earns a toothy, close eyes grin. “You’re better at that.” I scoff at him as he sits at the bar and observes you.

“Let’s stay in.” You say from over your shoulder. “Are you sure? There was so much you wanted to do today.” You were know for your itineraries and your need to follow them. “I just wanna be with you. It’s gross out, it’s the perfect day to just stay in.” You’re sure he looks a little lighter at the thought of genuinely getting to have a lazy day. “That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you share syrupy smiles, feet dangling and occasionally touching. You go to start the dishes, but Drew quickly objects by simply removing the plate from your hand and dropping it to the sink. “Couch. Now. Thanks.” You grin at his eagerness, and you happily oblige.

The rest of the day is spent with slow kisses, matching the the rhythm of the steady rain. His hands lazily massage your scalp, his eyes closed but not asleep. He hums a small tune as the tv is only loud enough to be background noise. “Can this be life everyday?” Drew whispers. “If only.”

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basiltonpitch · 2 years

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(Prompt anon) Oh, great! I’d love to see s3-besties-era Benvi arguing over the best restaurant to order takeout from. They just seem like people who have strong feelings about that sort of thing HAHA

Crossposted to AO3

It's become a weekly thing: Thursday night dinners at Ben's place. At first, it was just an excuse for them to catch up on their chemistry or physics homework together, with Devi hitching a ride with Ben after the final bell rings. The first few weeks were filled with study sessions and note comparisons and project ideas, the two of them actually working together instead of competing. It felt odd to Devi at first, working with Ben instead of against him, but it was a welcome change. Turns out, they do make a pretty good team after all.

But midterms were last week, and their teachers have given them some reprieve recently after the grueling weeks leading up to their tests. (Seriously, they have watched seventeen episodes of Bill Nye The Science Guy this week alone.) Devi still slid into Ben's passenger side after school today, just out of habit, and Ben hadn't questioned her.

So here they are now, sitting in Ben's living room, each of them scrolling through DoorDash, trying to agree on a place to order from.

"I'm just saying, In-N-Out never disappoints," Devi pitches. "I could really go for some animal fries right now."

"Well, of course you'd say that," Ben says, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, In-N-Out is pretty basic, and you're—"

"I swear to God, if you call me basic, it will be the last thing that ever comes out of your pretentious mouth," Devi threatens.

Ben raises his eyebrows at her, then looks back down at his phone. "Whatever. I still vote for Buca di Beppo."

It's Devi's turn to roll her eyes at him. "Not all of us can drop twenty dollars on a pasta dish, dude," she grumbles.

"I can cover it," Ben offers. "I've got my dad's card saved, so..."

"Really? You'd do that?" Devi asks. It's not like it's out of character for Ben to pay for her when she's short a few bucks, but she's still not one hundred percent used to this, him offering with no expectation from her to return the favor.

He's generous. Kind. She likes that about him.

She likes a lot of things about him, if she's being honest with herself.

"Of course," Ben says, like it should be obvious to her. "But only if we order from Buca. I'm not wasting my dad's hard earned money on the artery-clogging grease pile you call 'food'," he says, one hand raised in air quotes.

"Fine," she concedes, pulling her feet onto the couch and tucking her knees under her chin. "But I want the cheesy garlic bread, not the regular one."

"Already added it," he says. Because he knows her, she thinks. Knows her better than almost anyone.

Later, after he's dropped her off at home and she's laying in bed, she feels her stomach turn in knots, unsure of whether it's the mozzarella garlic bread and cheesy manicotti messing with her digestive system, or whether it's something else — someone else — letting loose a swarm of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

#benvi #ben x devi #devi x ben #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #benvi fanfiction #nhie #never have i ever #never have i ever fanfiction #nhie fanfiction #nhie fanfic #asks #anonymous #this is so cute i am so happy with this lol

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Piensa En Mi, O. Diaz

Summary: The relationship with you and Oscars suddenly ends after he gets locked up. Now it’s 4 years later..

warnings: HELLA angst, heartbreak

word count: 1.9K

a/n: I had an itch to write today, thank you for requesting babes! Sorry it took this long to get done. I hope everyone is doing okay these days. PSA: Stop the hate against Asians! Speak up for our brothers and sisters, please. I love you all! Please consider: following, heart/comment/reblog my content! Thank you <)

Requested by @boujee-bitches!

(gif belongs to @merakiaes)

You can remember the day you realized just how much you were in love with Oscar Diaz. It was a few months into dating, he had been in and out of town on Santo business, and yet still was able to check in with you. He even sent you doordash multiple times. And in that one moment, as the doordash driver stood at your door, carrying a bag of your favorite pastrami sub, you truly felt your heart bleed for Oscar. The feelings entirely mutual with him. You can remember that exact moment you felt it, just as you remember the moment your heart had been ripped away.

The consequence of having such a pristine memory is the ability to remember not only the good days but the hurtful ones as well. Now, after years of being with Oscar, he’s gone. Things had been going so well with the Santos and moving up in the ranks for him. Then in a matter of seconds, all that changed. The moment those handcuffs linked his wrists together behind his back as he was whisked away in the back of the patrol car was the day everything changed.

Change.

They always say that change is a good thing. But whoever they are, they were wrong. Change is malicious, it’s life-consuming and does nothing but harm. In the beginning you were confident everything would be okay. Nothing could break this man, he has been through the highest highs and the lowest lows. He has endured things as a young child that no child should. Even when the judge has sentenced him to 8 years, the look he gave you said: It’ll be okay, mamas.

For the first few months, things were good. The money he would send to you, you’d put on his books regardless of his wishes for you not to do so. The phone calls that didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to. And the letters, even if you talked on the phone and visited him often, Oscar still wrote you letters, and he always drew something for you.

But it began to get difficult. When school started up in the fall, your full-time job and now taking care of his younger brother, you started to miss calls, needed to reschedule visits. And when you would answer, Oscar would give you the cold shoulder. He realized that you were beating yourself up for trying to juggle everything. He hated himself for making you so stressed just to make it to him. So on a surprise call that you weren’t expecting, he broke it to you that dating while he is incarcerated is foolish of you. It’s a waste of your time. Please take care of yourself and Cesar, we’ll see where we are when I’m out. But for now, it’ll be just me.

That day replays in your mind. No more calls, rejected visits, ghost letters. It felt like he died, though you would have been notified of it if that was the case. But that was 4 years ago, everything had changed and according to Cesar, it’s about to change again.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You ask, after holding your breath. Spooky gets out tomorrow.

Cesar shovels the rest of his cereal in his mouth and gulps down the remaining milk, rushing around the kitchen and gathering his school things, “Oscar. He gets out tomorrow. His sentence reduced to half the time, remember the hearing they had last week?”

Whenever Cesar would talk about his older brother, you would tune it out. Oscar breaking up with you over the phone without a thorough reason, then dropping you as a person all together really broke you beyond repair. But you had no choice but dust off your shoulders and keep going.

You hum and nod, packing your lunch.Without saying anything else, you head back to your room to get your things ready for work. As you pass by the room that Cesar had taken residency in, you notice the packed bags. “Cesar!”

But by the time you make it back to the kitchen, he has already left out the door. Was he about to leave? Did he want out now that Oscar will be out? Though the idea was to care for Cesar while his brother was locked up, to know he is already ready to up and leave, hurts you. But you shake it off, Oscar is coming home, shit.

Your day goes by painstakingly slow. All you could think about is how it would go when you’d see him again, how will you feel? What about him, what will he feel?

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Cesars voice sounds from across the table, the two of you enjoying some take-out. The day has gone from slower than a sloth to as quick as sonic the hedgehog.

He stares at you, waiting for you to respond. “Now that Oscar is getting out, it’s time for you to head on back home. Yeah, I heard you. Just sucks is all, I feel like my daily routine will be all messed up.” You joke to which he grins at.

The next day comes by in a blink of an eye. Here you are leaning against your car that is parked in front of Oscars house. You can’t bring yourself to walk up those stairs and face him. But he hasn’t exited the house yet, you wonder if he even will. After Cesar gets the last bag is when you hear the front door. He makes his way towards you, your breath getting stuck in your airways.

Cesar hugs you and thanks you again, you squeeze him and ask that he doesn’t be a stranger. Then there stood, you and Oscar. He stares at you for a long moment, studying you. It’s been nearly 4 years since he’s seen you. You are the same with little differences here and there, “You finally pierced your nose.” He points out.

You purse your lips and nod, scoffing and looking him in the eyes, “Almost 1,300 days of not talking to me and seeing me…. And my nose ring is the first thing you say to me?”

It wasn’t the plan to argue, you wanted to ask him to be kind to Cesar and take care of him then be on your merry way. But being in his physical presence now, it’s made your blood boil. How could he stand there like nothing had happened between you? The history you two have was an epic love and heartbreak but by the look on his face, it’s as if you are a stranger in passing.

He licks his bottom lip and digs his hands into his shorts pockets, “What you want me to say? I said all I needed to that day on the phone.”

Your arms uncross from over your chest and your mouth falls slightly open. But before you can let out the rage that’s been building up continuously over the years, “I miss you, querida.” He watches your face contort to confusion then back to anger. He nearly smiles to see that you are still the hot head you’ve always been.

The words weren’t coming out as you wanted them to. All you could do was stomp past him to leave but he grabs your upper arm to stop you. You look down to where his hand wraps around your arm then up to his eyes, the look you give him is loud enough for him to let go.

“Can you just listen to me? You think I wanted to break things off? That it didn’t hurt me just as much as it hurt you?” Oscar begins, standing directly in front of you and slightly craning his head down. “I fucking hated that I did that to you, mami. The last thing I want in this world is not being with you, to cause you pain and to have done that when I was locked up? I hated it. Every single day. But I needed to do it because all I was doing was holding you back. I couldn’t bare knowing that I was making your life hard.”

An eruption of laughter sounds from you, you hold your stomach and one hand clamped over your mouth, hunching over from how hilarious you find his last sentence. Though anyone else hearing it wouldn’t really laugh, seeing as it wasn’t a funny statement. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. But do you hear yourself? You thought breaking up would be better. I don’t know if there was ever a time during our relationship prior that I made you feel I couldn’t handle something like you being locked up, I am terribly sorry if I had but I thought I proved to you that I was more than in love with you, I was hopelessly devoted to you, I was willing to endure it all, every call or visit. I was ready to work hard to make sure you could make tienda… but what did I do or what did I say to make you think otherwise?”

Oscar feels the chains on his heart tighten with every word you say. He doesn’t know what hurts him more, the break-up or now knowing how worthless it made you feel. He knows you are an understanding person, but his intentions didn’t settle as he hoped it would.

It takes all his might to resist pulling you into a hug, With how you reacted to his touch just moments ago, he knows a hug would only result in profanities being spewed out. As if a hug could magically glue the pieces back together and fix it all. “You didn’t do shit wrong, Y/N. You were the epitome of a down ass girl. But all I could see was the tiredness in your face when you would visit me because you were playing mother to Cesar meanwhile trying to juggle everything else. Trying to make sure you would always come to see me… so I thought ending everything would be better, I thought you would be better off.”

The rage and ache in your heart fights against each other. He is saying one thing but to you its processing as nothing but an excuse. You want to yell and thrash your fists against his chest so he can feel just a sliver of what you went through.

“I was better off with you. It didn’t matter to me what we were going through Oscar… If it was something joyous or something scrutinizing, as long it was with you and we were together, I wanted it all with you. I was ready to go through this journey with you. But you just gave up on us like that.” You snap your fingers and blink away the tears that had begun pooling for sometime now. His shoulders cave in and he dips his head down, unable to keep his eyes locked onto yours.

“Give me a chance to prove that I haven’t given up on you or us.”

You wanted to laugh again. To point and scream how silly he sounds and to catch the circus act before they leave town but the way he says it is the reason you didn’t. How low his voice is, how soft his eyes are and his walls had dropped to below sea level is what made you stand so incredibly still.

Do you take the chance? Should push aside all the vines and roots that have grown over the chest labeled: Oscar, to let him in again?

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