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aventurine has a bit of a staring problem while shopping

tags ⎯ unestablished relationship. like we are in the baby stages of their relationship. minor jealousy. lots of banter. lowk dialogue heavy.

word count ⎯ 3.3k

tana's thoughts ⎯ aventurine has taken over my brain so here's a snippet of the series i'm writing

over the years, it's become easier for you to notice when someone stares at you. before, it was an uncomfortable feeling. you felt eyes peering over your shoulder as if you were a pest–it made your skin churn and shoulders twitch up self-consciously. now though, gazes move past you like air. you don't care as much about the opinions of other people–it's not like you'll be seeing them for long anyway.

except, today is different.

you can feel aventurine's colorful eyes trail your every move. from the moment you chose the necklace, to the moment you took it up to the cashier. he wasn't being as inconspicuous as he assumed to be: that died after the fifth glance that he shot your way while you were inspecting said necklace.

even through his glasses, aventurine's stare was burning and heavy. you never thought that such light-colored eyes could install such a hefty weight on your back, but aventurine proves you wrong.

while the cashier rings up your necklace, you look back at aventurine. coincidentally, he was already eyeing you before you even turned around. so when you catch him, he thinks that the other pieces of jewelry in the store are far more interesting than your face could ever be.

you scrunch your eyebrows and shake it off. by now, you're quite used to his unusual antics, so you brush him off. the cashier engages in light conversation with you, and then you feel it again. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and everything feels like it's weighted down.

you bid the cashier goodbye, and aventurine follows you outside. his hands are in his pockets while he whistles, almost like he wants you to start talking. you shoot him a confused look back, your eyebrow raised and nose crinkled.

when he only whistles louder, you decide to poke the bear.

"okay, what is it?" you stop and turn to face him.

"what? you don't like my whistling?" aventurine responds with an innocent tone; he even shrugs his shoulders like he has no idea what's going on.

you huff, "not just the whistling. what's up with your staring?" you raise a hand up to his eyes, "we're supposed to be acting normal. i don't think gawking at the person you're shopping with is exactly normal."

aventurine's jolts back, like he was accused of murder instead of ogling. "i wasn't gawking."

you nod, "yeah, you were staring."

"those mean the same thing."

"i think you've been hanging out with the doctor too much," you roll your eyes and continue walking. aventurine quickly marches up to you, matching your pace sooner than you thought.

"are you trying to compare me to him? we're completely different people, you know that, right? i don't act like him at all," aventurine rambles on. his head is turned to you so that his mouth is directly next to your ear, meaning you hear all of his words. you can't tune him out like usual.

"first of all," it's your turn to look at him, "i just said you hang out with him a lot. and you do, don't you?" aventurine's lips fall into a flat as you say that.

"and second of all, stop changing the subject. why were you staring at me back there?"

the man next to you huffs, and it sounds nearly childlike, "i'm not changing the subject. i'm just trying to tell you that i'm nothing like the doctor," he says with disdain.

"you are changing the subject, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about dr. ratio as much as you are now," you glance around at the various stores surround the two of you, and for a second, you swear that you see aventurine's eyes linger on you once more.

"you did it again!" you fully stop, pointing a finger at his eyes.

aventurine has to catch himself before he falls over at your sudden stop. "what? what are you talking about?"

"you keep glancing over at me! do i have something in my face? my teeth?" a large smile blossoms across your face as you beam at aventurine. for a moment, his annoyed facade falters, and his face relaxes.

"no, and if you did, i'd tell you," he swats a hand in your face, "i don't know what you're talking about."

you roll your eyes. it's obvious that he's hiding something, because usually his lies are more believable. but when you're catching him in the act, denial is not a good way to refute false claims.

"yeah, whatever," you look around the plaza the two of you are currently in when another store catches your eye. your face instantly brightens, and you wander towards the doors.

it's another clothing store, similar to all the other ones on the planet. except, something specific drew you here, and it was the display of hats they had near the window. you walk up to it, spinning the shelf around a few times to grasp onto all the options. your eyes are wide and your mouth is slightly parted as you examine each hat with awe.

unbeknownst to you, aventurine catches up to you and finds you fumbling around with each hat on the rack.

he sneaks up behind you, mumbling, "now, that's what you call gawking."

you jump up in surprise, hitting your head on something more soft than the hard shelf. aventurine quickly redacts his hand from the top of your head.

"i'm just doing what any normal shopper would do," you rub the top of your head before going back to the hats. aventurine's long sigh rings in your ear as you browse.

"yeah, okay," he looks at the selection of hats beside you, "i doubt anything you do is normal, but–" aventurine doesn't get to finish his sentence. he hears your boisterous gasp, and his eyes are on you once more.

"do you see this!!" you lift a fedora up to his eyes, "we could match," you whisper it like a secret, as if matching would be your thing. like matching would only be a tangible thought between the two of you, and no one else.

"yeah, no," aventurine lifts the hat down and places it back on the shelf, "sorry sweetheart, but the hat is my thing."

you grimace at the pet name, "mkay. so, you're gatekeeping fedoras now?"

aventurine sputters, "what? what is gatekeeping?"

you heavily sigh, and aventurine is pretty sure you're putting on an act right now. "are you serious? how do you not know what gatekeeping is?" you shake your head as you grab the hat from the shelf, "anyway, i think i know the real reason you don't want to match."

"because it's childish? and totally not my style?"

you turn around and flick your partner on the shoulder, "no. and you really have been hanging around the doctor too much." you shudder and place the hat on your head, "i think it's because you know i would show you up in it."

aventurine muffles a chortle when he sees you put on the fedora, "keep in mind that we're in the land of dreams."

your lips curl up in the way that they always do when you're annoyed. you are not very amused by his bits today. "you suck," you take the fedora off and continue browsing for different options.

you hear aventurine's footsteps gradually get softer and softer as you keep browsing. that's fine, you think, this is his shopping trip too–he's allowed to find things for himself.

one hat after another: that's your current predicament at the moment. you're glad aventurine is off doing his own shopping, but you also wish that you glued him to the ground so he could give you a second opinion. unfortunately, he is nowhere to be seen, and you are having trouble deciding between two caps.

"do you need any help finding anything?" a voice perks up from behind you, making your shoulders jolt up. it's not the voice you want to hear, instead it belongs to a lovely retail worker.

"ah, no thank you," you smile politely and turn back to the two hats in your hand.

"okay, let me know if you need anything!" sometimes, you wonder how retail employees are able to maintain such a chipper tone of voice for hours on end. do they really want to help you or are they just saying that because they have to?

and that's when the thought hits you: either way, they're still offering themselves up. your eyes widen and you rush towards the employee.

"actually, wait!" he turns around when you touch his shoulder, "i do need help. and this is gonna sound super random–and possibly weird–but what do you think of these two hats?"

you put one hat on–a red one that seems to flop on your head, "this one is nice, right?" the employee in front of you just nods. he's a bit tense and stiff; it seems like he's trying not to offend you.

"yeah, i think it's nice too. only thing is that it's kinda flopping on my head, and caps aren't really supposed to flop," you take it off and hold it in your hand.

you're surprised the employee hasn't made his break yet, because he's still standing in front of you when you grab the other cap.

"and this one," you hold your free hand up to the new, black hat, "is the one that belongs to my favorite team. well, i guess the other one also belonged to another one of my–"

"what are you doing?" you can recognize that voice anywhere. that voice that carries a slightly whiny tone. that voice that always seems to have some judgement sprinkled throughout it.

you and the worker both seem surprised. well, the employee seems to be more intimidated than surprised, but either way, his entire face had gone pale.

"um, trying on hats?" you take off the cap and hold it up.

"i can see that," he looks over towards the employee in front of you, "but is it seriously a two-person job?"

you scrunch your eyebrows together, "i needed a second opinion."

"you could've asked me," aventurine whispered, though it sounded more like a hiss.

"i think someone else needs help," the employee takes a few steps back from the both of you, "i hope you find everything!" there it is. he tries his best to sound cheerful, but his voice quivered as he moved away from the two of you.

"he was such a nice guy," you said as you waved goodbye. aventurine did not look as pleased as you did.

"we're supposed to be laying low. you know that, right?" the blond emphasizes.

you shake him off, "yeah, and tell me how a regular retail worker is gonna rat us out? what about us possibly screams 'sleuth'?"

"we're buying hats." aventurine isn't very proud of his answer, and he can tell that you thought it was weak as well.

"so everyone that buys hats are suspicious?" you retort, putting on the cap you previously took off. "do i look like a murderer to you?"

aventurine sighs. his fingers go to his temples and you're sure that you've brought him to his last nerve.

"this hat is better than the other one," he puts the red one back onto the shelf. "the other one practically fell on your face. i doubt you could even see with that one."

you look at the red hat and then look back at aventurine, furrowing your eyebrows together. "that was a specific answer. i never even showed you what the red hat looked like."

aventurine cleared his throat, and the ceiling must look extra nice, "i overheard the other guy talking. you're loud, y'know that?"

your face immediately breaks out in a huge grin, so wide and bright that aventurine looks back at you for a mere second, before turning back to the ceiling.

"you were doing it again!! the staring! goodness, i thought you were good at lying," you laugh, slapping him on the shoulder to garner his attention, "admit it. i've caught you."

"i'm being serious. you're a little loud," aventurine crosses his arms, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"la-la-la-la. can't hear you. guess i'm speaking too loudly to notice," you put the black cap on again–the brim sticking the opposite direction–and look in the mirror. "hey, since you're here, can you give me another opinion."

aventurine nods for you to continue, and you smile, "perfect. does this make me look like a cool galactic baseball player?"

this is what takes him aback, "huh? why would you want to look like that?"

"well, i'm going to a game soon, and i didn't want to look like a fake fan," you shrug and look in the mirror again. "but now that i'm really looking at myself, i think i’d be an amazing galactic baseballer. what do you think?”

you pretend to hold a baseball bat in your hands, getting into a hitter stance. you make sound effects as you swing your pretend-bat into aventurine's chest, aiming for the open hole in the middle.

aventurine reaches over your head, "well first of all, i'm pretty sure baseball players wear their caps the right way." he grabs your hat and places it on the right way, but not without making sure the brim covered your eyes.

"are you serious right now?!" you yelp, quickly pulling up the hat so you can regain your vision.

and there aventurine is, staring at you again.

you briefly gulp before broadcasting, "you're staring!" you march closer to him. "i caught you!" you're only inches apart now. "and it was obvious!" your finger is pointed at his eyes, but unlike earlier, your finger is much closer.

if you had gotten only an inch closer, you would be able to feel aventurine's heartbeat, despite not even being chest-to-chest.

"okay, okay," aventurine is the first one to step back, and you feel something sinking, "but that was only once."

"yeah, whatever. 'once.' not like i haven't caught you a million other times," you shook your head and regained your baseball posture, "you can't hide from these sharp eyes. told you i'd be a great galactic baseballer."

the blond chuckles, and your eyebrows raise up at the sound, "keep dreaming."

"well, a really weird guy did tell me earlier that we are in the land of dreams. so, if i dreamt that i could be a galactic baseballer, it'd actually happen."

aventurine tilts your hat down once more, dismissing your cries while he does it.

"remember what i said about acting normal?"

"this is actually pretty normal for me," you take the hat off.

"can't argue with that," aventurine looks towards the cashier and then back at you. you raise an eyebrow, as if to raise the question, "is there something wrong with my hair?"

if there is, aventurine doesn't do something about it. surprising, since he's practically been doing something this whole trip. "are you ready to go up?" he asks you.

"you're not gonna get anything?" you look around the store, "we can look at stuff for you. there's tons of things here."

aventurine shakes his head and gives you a wink, "i've got everything i need." you suck in a sharp breath, and you try to focus on anything else other than how fast your heart begins to beat. when aventurine turns his back away from you, then you gulp.

when the two of you get to the cash register, you stand next to aventurine, preparing to pay. you're well aware of how costly things on penacony are–after all, this whole planet is like a tourist attraction. that's why you're paying with card instead of the usual credits.

"did you find everything?" the cashier asks you. you smile at the woman and nod, making idle chatter with her while aventurine idly stands next to you.

the woman turns over to aventurine, "i'm guessing you also want to pay for your item too?"

it's aventurine's turn to plaster a smile on his face. from what you've gathered from being with him so often, his smiles are often sly. some would compare it to the cheshire cat, but you thought he rather resembled an evil cartoon villain.

"yes ma'am," his saccharine voice masked his villain grin, "do you still have it?"

"that i do," she responds, grabbing something from underneath the counter. your eyes fly from the woman to aventurine. you simply couldn't believe what you were looking at.

"you're buying the freaking feodora?" your posture straightens and you beam up at him, "i knew you wanted to match!"

"slow your roll," aventurine puts a hand up to you, "who said i was buying this for you?"

your smile drops and you shove his shoulder, "are you serious? i thought you didn't like that hat."

"i didn't not like the hat. i just didn't like the thought of us matching," he tilts his head to smirk at you.

the cashier's eye's bounce between you two, not knowing whose side to take. eventually, she settles for ringing your cap and aventurine's feodora up, not even wanting to say a word.

"alright, who's paying?" she looks up at the both of you.

"i am," you and aventurine say in unison. your face contorts while aventurine displays a confused expression.

"um," you whisper, stepping closer to the blond next to you, "i'm paying."

"um," aventurine mocks you, "you're broke."

"not broke!" you kick his shin, and aventurine grips onto the counter in order to keep his balance, "just budgeting."

"yeah, and you know who don't have to budget? people that aren't broke."

"so he's paying?" the cashier interrupts. you step away from aventurine out of shame. he can have this.

when aventurine sees you put away your wallet, he proudly hands his card up to the woman in front of you. when she looks down to scan his card, he shoots you a sly look and a wink. your mouth rests in a flat line and your eyes show no signs of hilarity.

the moment the two of you step out of the store, you immediately go for aventurine's bag. before he could even catch you, the hat is already in your hands.

"we can switch!" you try to reason with him, "you would be a great baseball player. just, y'know, not as great as me."

"and..." you sing, "we wouldn't match. wouldn't that suit both of our goals?"

aventurine looks over at you, and his gaze is softer. this time, you don't get onto him for gawking. how could you, when he's looking at you like that? you don't think you've ever seen him like that... ever.

you squint your eyes, trying to decipher his real expression. but there's nothing for you to investigate.

"what?" you ask.

"you can keep it."

immediately you take a step back, nearly bumping into a bystander walking behind you. you shout a quick apology before returning back to aventurine, "didn't you buy this for yourself though? what's the point of me keeping it?"

"i just realized that it didn't go with any of the outfits i have," he sighed, looking into the distance, "what a waste of money. so, it's yours."

"what kind of bullshit is that?" you scold the blond, "you always have to think about whether or not you'd actually wear the item before you buy it. that's like... number one rule of shopping."

"i don't shop that much," aventurine shrugs, glancing at you one last time before focusing on the street ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek and tries his hardest not to look to the side. you'd give him hell for it.

but you're not focused on that. everything's slow, and it feels like the street is empty.

"well, then we're gonna have to go more often."

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #hsr aventurine #IM BACKKKKKKKKKKK #he has risen and so have i #im not religious i just wanted to make an easter joke #also obv the series is a work in progress soooo don't take what i'm writing too srsly... it will need revisions #the way this was supposed to be a snippet (max 1.5k words) and it ended up being 3k.#there's more to the chapter btw.

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astonmartinii · 9 months

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i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

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pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

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ja3hwa · 5 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐭.𝟑 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong offers to drive you home, not realising it was a one was ticket to having his way with you.

『Word count』 : 1.82k

-> Genre: Smut. Fluff. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : Flirting. Making out. Car sex-ish. Thigh fucking. Clit play. Dirty talk. Pet names.

Note: I'm on a roll with this Dilf story. And I know I'm leaving you all hanging again. What can i say? i love to tease you guys. Hehe ♡♡ Also Special tags for @mingis-prince @itza-meee for liking this mini story thingy so much, hehe.

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The last few days of your trip were nothing but painful. You had woken up the morning of the lust-filled night, to Hongjoong already up and in the kitchen, among the other of your father's friends and some of their kids.

He didn't even look at you, pretending to go on with life like nothing had happened. But once you were inside your room, grabbing your swimmers to join Jongho and his two daughters in a game of pool volleyball, you were cornered by two firm hands gripping your bare waist and whispering, "You shouldn't get dressed so freely when anyone could walk in on you."

And by anyone he meant himself. He wouldn't let you leave that room until he was satisfied enough. Tasting your lips for around twenty minutes. But he never touched you where you needed. It was torturous. Your car was finally packed and ready. Everyone was staying around the front door of the cabin, saying their goodbyes. Your father looked sad but relieved, most likely happy he gets some peace now but sad all his friends were leaving.

"Yeah, but you should join us. Minnie's performance will be around lunchtime in the day, so you can hang around in the morning." Wooyoung was rambling on about his daughter's performance you heard about from her. She was a singer, and she had auditioned to join this label thingy. You didn't pay much attention to the conversation

"I'll show you the new bike," San interjected with a click of his tongue. His husband just rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how San doesn't shut up about that thing. Hongjoong was standing there also. Arms crossed in a tight black compression shirt. His tactical jet black pants and army boots made him look like walking sin. How does he look so hot just by standing?

“we should have a ride one night when you’re free from the kids.” Hongjoong laughed.

“Hey, that’s a great idea. But I’m never free from my kids.” San chuckled, making the rest of them laugh, having known exactly what he meant.

“I’m glad I’m over that stage of parenting.” Your father’s attention was now on you, but you hadn’t caught it. Now that you mention it, you had lost all focus on the conversation the minute Hongjoong spoke about his bike. Just the thought about him in full leather gear, on his slick motorbike. Would he let you go for a ride with him? You’ve never been on one, but you’ve heard they can be iniamite ‘cause as a passenger you’d be flushed against his back, arms tightly around his waist. Holding onto him like a lifeline. God you could feel your face heat up just at the thought. “Peach!”

“Huh?” You snapped out of your thoughts, noticing all your father's friends were looking at you. Including Hongjoong. His smirk told you he knew what you were thinking, but the others were more showing confusion or slight worry at your spaceiness. “I… uh. I’m gonna go. Sorry for spacing I’m just tired.”

You said quickly before even trying to understand what your father might want. He just rolled his eyes, giving you a tight hug. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to drive, bub? If you're zoning out like that, maybe you should stay longer, a nap?” Your dad started to parent you, listing off things like ‘just stay one more night even, go home tomorrow’. but you needed to go home now…. you couldn’t spend another day without some type of relief.

“I’m okay Dad... I’ll just—I could drive her home.” Hongjoong’s voice lurked behind you. You swore you could feel his body heat against your ass. “I didn’t bring a car. I was planning on catching a cab. But If your girl doesn’t mind. I’ll just drive her car back inner city.”

You finally turned to look at the hunk of a man behind you, he was standing so causally, his hands in his pockets and his sunnies covering his gorgeous eyes. He looked completely relaxed as if him asking was doing you such a favour. Your father's smile was bright, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder, “Sounds perfect. But drive safely. You got precious cargo with you.” Your father laughed making the tatted male chuckle simply.

The car ride was stone-cold quiet. Not even the radio playing lowly in the background could shatter the tension that had filled the car the moment Hongjoong started driving. There was still another half hour until you were home, and from the past hour of silence, you knew the time wasn’t about to change the conditions of the awkward car ride. Your heart was racing, and all you wanted to do was say a million different things to ease your brain but at the same time you just wanted Hongjoong to stop somewhere random on the side of the road so you could finally have him. God you were going to go crazy.

“I swear your thoughts are so loud.” Hongjoong chuckled making your head snap in his direction.

“M-My thoughts?”

“Yes, angel. Your thoughts. They are so loud.” He smirked not once diverting his eyes from the road. You squirmed a little bit, now having your attention completely on him and the way he was holding the wheel. Those strong hands, that you wanted more than anything to be on you.

“You have no clue what I’m thinking about.” You crossed your arms turning to look out your window but in truth, it was so you could hide the blush forming on your face.

“Oh, sure I do darling.” his words only caused a ‘uh huh’ out of you along with another huff. It went silent for a moment, making you think you might have said something wrong. But then as soon as you heard Hongjoong’s voice again, it was like all the air was punched out of your lungs. “My cock.”

A whimper escapes your wobbly lips as you feel all your self-control fly out the car window. You turned to him, seeing he was looking straight at you. It was only then you noticed you had come to a red light, giving him a moment to bask in your beautiful figure. The way your body curves and dips, your shorts hugging your thighs tightly. His Adams apple bobs while he bit his lips, he wanted nothing more than to fuck your thighs right now. “Hongjoong…” Your soft whisper slowly pulled him out of the trance he slipped into, letting his hazy eyes meet your cheeky expression and cocked brow. “The light is green.”

A loud honk from behind made him jump, snapping his view to the bright green traffic light in front of him. He pressed his foot on the gas at such power, making the car jolt. You gripped onto your seat belt questioning what on earth had gotten to him but as he turned a few more streets, down a weird pebbled road, you finally took in a large black roller door connected to a huge sky tower. You glanced at the older man with confusion, noting that this wasn’t your place. But his tight grip on the wheel made you shut up before you even let another word out. He leant out the window after coming to a stop. Punching some numbers on a keypad stand, the roller doors slowly opened, letting him drive into the dim parking lot. “Where are we?”

Hongjoong just merely grunted, searching for the nearest empty parking spot amongst rows and rows of high-end, lavish vehicles. Your small little car at nothing on the price of them… He finally pulled into a space, coming to a sharp stop. He unbuckled himself without a second breath, leaning down to grab the lever at the base of his seat so he could push it back. Raking his fingers through his hair he growls with a panted breath, “If you don’t get on my lap right now I might just lose it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, ripping off your buckle, you climbed over the middle console very unattractively, but you didn’t care. Your lips were on his in a rushed huff, his hands cupping your face tightly. He bit your bottom lip so hard you feared for a moment he’d draw blood. Your legs sat on either side of his thighs, the buckle clip digging into your flesh but you couldn’t care less. Your hips were unsteady and your pace was nothing short of desperate. You needed him so badly. “Hongjoong p-please.”

Again with the begging. You were so good for him in every moment. How did he get so lucky? Your hands reached for his belt, undoing it enough to unzip and shimmy his pants down slightly. His cock was already straining against his boxers, precum leaking onto the silk fabric. Your soft hands pulled him out without another moment not letting him have any say. His mind was screaming at him ‘What happened to doing this by the book, doing right by her.’ He wasn’t about to let your first time be in a fucking small ass car.

“Let me fuck your thighs angel. I promise I’ll fuck my cock in your tight cunt when I have you naked on my bed.” His words caught you off guard making you yelp out a whinny ‘okay’. turning around your head rested on his shoulder as he closed your thighs tightly, letting his cock slip snuggly in between them. God, it felt like heaven. Your soft plump flesh around his cock. He wanted to bust his nut then and there. His thrusts were small and sharp. He was gonna cum sooner than he planned, but he needed you to come with him. “Fuck, play with yourself, baby. Rub your clit for me.”

Your hand disappeared into your shorts, slipping into your panties. Letting you press two fingers firmly on your bud. You rubbed in time of his thrusts, falling into a rhythm of pleasure. You weren't far behind him when his grunts and groans tickled your neck and his tongue licked along your hot flesh. His hands gripped the outer parts of your thighs, holding them tightly together as his hips began to stutter. You both were so close, so close to the edge, you just needed something to tip over and then he whimpered so desperately in your ear. “Please, angel. Your thighs are s-so good. I’m going to cum so fucking hard.”

That did it for both of you, cumming in your pants while he squirted all over your plump thighs. Everything was a mess. Your hair, your legs. Him, completely. All you could hear was his heart racing as you cuddled up to his chest for a moment. He held, you close, kissing lazily on your neck, jaw and shell of your ear, whispering soft compliments along the lines of ‘well done, such a good girl. My best girl’

All you could think about in that moment is that you never want this to end.

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bisexuallsokka · 2 months

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25 from the prompt list!! :)

25. a kiss as a 'yes'

Zuko can't keep his eyes off Sokka.

This is nothing new, of course. At this point in their years of marriage, preceded by years of friendship that turned into years of dating, Zuko is sure he has spent hours of his life staring at Sokka.

This, though...this is different.

He watched Sokka's brilliant smile all night as he played and talked with his niece and nephews for hours. He saw Sokka running around with them, playing tag and hide and go seek and half a dozen games the kids had invented until Sokka needed to rest his knee and found himself with a lap full of three young kids mere moments after sitting down. Zuko smiled fondly as Sokka read the three of them books until all four of them were on the verge of falling asleep. Zuko saw every hug and forehead kiss he gave the kids as they said their goodbyes, saw Sokka's eyes getting misty at their protest of his leaving, saw the content smile on his face as he drove.

Once they are home and getting ready for bed, Sokka catches him looking a few times until he grins and teases, "Is there something on my face?"

Zuko smiles. "No. I just...I love how much you love those kids. I love them too, of course, but you are crazy about them. It's cute."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it that they are so cute."

"They're getting so big," Zuko says. "Do you ever...miss when they were smaller?"

Sokka shrugs. "I thought I would, but I love seeing their personalities emerge as they grow. It's so funny seeing them act just like Aang or Katara."

"Don't you miss their newborn snuggles though?" Zuko asks.

Sokka eyes him suspiciously. "Obviously. I'm not a monster. Wait, did you-" he starts, eyes lighting up for a moment before he calms down. "Never mind. No way is Katara pregnant, she's told me she's done having kids." He still gives Zuko a side eye, and Zuko laughs.

"She's not pregnant, no. We were talking about something else all night."

"Okay," Sokka says, giving him his full attention, now definitely on Zuko's case. "It has to do with babies?"

Zuko nods, trying his hardest to not betray his nervousness. He's not nervous about what he's trying to ask Sokka, he knows he wants it, but he also knows how badly Sokka wants it, so Zuko wants this moment to be special. Sokka, looking confused, just waits for Zuko to elaborate, and Zuko swallows. "Well, I've been talking with Azula-"

"She is pregnant?" Sokka says, eyebrows shooting up, and Zuko can't help but laugh at the bewildered expression on his face.

"No, definitely not," he says quickly. "She just-- well, you see, she's been...she's a lawyer, yeah? And not the kind that we...but she has connections...she has some good recommendations..."

Sokka looks completely lost, so Zuko stops, takes a deep breath, and says, "She gave me a list of good family lawyers. Ones that have experience with adoption cases."

At first, he thinks Sokka hadn't heard him, he's more still than Zuko has ever seen him in his life. But then, his eyes widen, barely enough for Zuko to notice. Zuko doesn't think he's even breathing.

"This is something that we have talked about but we always dropped it, leaving it for some future discussion because we were busy or low on money or distracted by one thing or another. I know how badly you want kids, and I was nervous about it at first, but now I know how badly I want to have kids with you, and it's been all I can think about the last few times we have been at Katara's, and I swear she read my mind because she started talking about it tonight and everything just feels right, so if you are ready, if you think it's a good time-"

He doesn't get to finish his rambling. Sokka shoots across the room, his hands gently cradling Zuko's face as he looks into his husband's eyes. Sokka's own eyes are wide and excited and so damn beautiful, and he says, "You're serious?"

"More serious than I've ever been ab--hmmph!"

He's taken by surprise as Sokka interrupts him again, this time with a kiss so fierce it honestly kind of hurts. Zuko smiles into it nonetheless, his arms reaching for Sokka's waist to pull him closer.

Sokka's lips widen into a smile as well, and when they pull back, Zuko asks, "So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes, you dumbass," Sokka says, going for exasperated but failing as his tears are overflowing and Zuko reaches a hand up to wipe them away, not registering his own tears until Sokka does the same for him.

#me 🤝 sokka: being completely obsessed with our sibling's kids #i will never have my own though that is where we differ #peanut butters my jam #ask me stuff #my writing #prompts #this is jo's evil twin the one who loves dads zukka id like to dedicate this to all the fellow zukka dads nation members out there #esp their ceo dani marriedzukka

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Track Marks And Dial Tones II

Summary: You promised Clay to get him help but for that, the two of you still need to make it through the night…

Pairing: Clay Roach x fem!cop!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Major Hurt/Comfort, Still Angsty, The Slow Burn Is Slowly Burning Y'all, Kinda Calm And Domestic Vibes For A Treacherous Second, Talk About Rehab, Talk About Track Marks, Brief Mentions Of Other Substances (Painkillers And Alcohol), Talk About Past Self-Harm, Clay Still Being Miserable, Crying, A Short Sloppy Make Out Session In The Shower, Smutty Cliffhanger 😬

A/N: I actively lost my mind over this, y'all. Major shout out to @cc-luvr for listening to my demented rambles and proofreading this stuff 🫶🏻

Find Part I and Part III here!

Tagging the horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

You are all I need

You're all I need

I'm in the middle of your picture

Lying in the reeds

I am a moth

Who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect

Trying to get out of the night

- All I Need By Radiohead

You knew that you should just hand in your resignation at the Boston PD by now, kiss your badge goodbye and face the fact to get demoted to filing parking tickets again. The second someone just got so much as a whiff of you taking your informant in at your own home would have you suspended in absolutely no time whatsoever. Anyhow, that train of thought had to wait while you scooped a hastily put together grilled cheese sandwich from the pan to a small plate and placed it onto your kitchen table right next to a cup of hot chocolate.

"I know, it's not strawberry milk but basically the next best thing now, no?" You tried to sound a little cheerful although there was nearly no energy left inside of you.

Hauling Clay out if his hellhole of a flat had been hard enough on both of you since he practically broke down crying anew every few steps down the way. Only when you'd put on the heating and the radio in your car did Clay calm down eventually.

Before answering to you, Clay just looked at the food with wide eyes, his form hardly more than a weak silhouette slumped in your kitchen chair. In that moment it dawned on your sleep-deprived mind that he probably hasn't had a real home-cooked meal in god knows how long. While you wouldn't even really call a grilled cheese sandwich home-cooked, it meant the world and more to Clay, who still just stared at it, seemingly hypnotized by the token of hospitality in front of him.

"Thank you…you didn’t…it wouldn't have been necessary." He expressed his gratitude with a sore voice and looked up to you as you took a seat in front of him, your own late-night snack in hand.

"But I wanted to.", You smiled at him softly but with obviously very tired undertones, "Now, please, dig in."

Your invitation to take a bite of the sandwich had hardly left your lips as Clay already munched down on it.

"Please don't choke yourself, okay? I said I'd drive you to rehab first thing in the morning, not the morgue." It rolled over your tongue in an upright and honest chuckle.

"It's kinda the same thing, depending how you look at it." Clay snarled back, the sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Oh, c'mon now.." You arched your brows at him while taking a much needed bite out of your own sandwich.

"Sorry…" Clay broke from your gaze with an apologetic expression on his face before downright devouring the cheese-stuffed toast and chugging down the cup of hot chocolate, seemingly unbothered by the possibility of burning his mouth with the fresh from the stove liquid.

"That good?", You asked in between bites, the crunchy and creamy texture of the warm sandwich feeling like a near orgasmic experience to your whiplashed senses, "Do you need anything else? Painkillers…alcohol…whatever really?"

"No, not…not yet." Clay shimmied around in his chair a little, "I'm kinda cold though.."

"Maybe a hot shower would help with that? No offense, Clay, but you could use one.." You suggested, eating up the last bits of your sandwich.

"I know.", He reciprocated dryly, "But.."

"But what?" You inquired calmly, taking a deep drag from your steaming cup of coffee.

"The last time I tried, I got heart palpitations, fainted and nearly smashed my head on the fucking tiles.." For the blink of an eye you just stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

"Do you need help with that then?" Your question was sincere.

"Fuck off, I'm not a toddler that needs to be mothered." Clay pursed his lips as he started chewing on the insides of his cheeks, crossing his arms in front of his chest in resignation.

"I never implied that, Clay. You asked for help and I am offering it to you. Simple as that." You knew all too well that the current situation you found yourself in was everything but simple, however, that was a problem for sometime tomorrow.

"I'll just be there, making sure that maybe you won't flail out of my shower head first." You suggested while looking at him, waiting for an answer.

It took a good moment of silence for him to redirect his eyes towards yours right before he mumbled: "I'm….I'm embarrassed. My body.. is- is not in a good condition, shocker, I know."

"Clay…", You sighed after taking another sip of coffee, "An hour ago, I pulled a needle from your arm. There's nothing you'd have to be embarrassed about, I promise you."

In a nervous, clearly still unsure motion, he rubbed his palms together, pulling the hem of his sleeves up to his knuckles.

"Promise?" He furrowed his brows and bit down on his bottom lip.

"I promise." You assured him, "How about you go upstairs? It's the first door to the right and I get you some fresh clothes from my wardrobe while you make yourself as comfortable as you can, hm?"

"I guess we can try that." You knew it was the best you could get out of him about that and you acknowledged it with a nod while scooting away from the table.

"I'll be with you right away, yeah?" You smiled at Clay before putting both plates in the sink and taking the stairs towards your bedroom.

At this point, you just left him to himself for a moment. Sure, you thought about him taking his chance and running. Maybe the next thing you'd hear would be the slamming of your front door but that would be his choice then. A choice you wouldn't take from him, there was no use to that. Clay was here on his own accord and you left it up to him to show you that he really wanted this.

While you pulled a long-sleeved shirt from the bottom of your wardrobe's drawer, accompanied by one of your oversized sweatpants, you felt your heart thrashing against your ribcage. Your ears were picking up every possible sound and you couldn't help yourself but to wish that he wouldn't do anything stupid. The pent-up breath leaving your lungs in a heavy sigh as you heard the creaking of the stairs should've given it away to yourself, practically rubbing it into your face that Clay had grown important to you, but you chose active denial instead.

"There should be a leftover toothbrush on the shelf above the sink if you want to use it!" You called down the hallway, folding the clothes into one neat pile before getting up from the carpet floor of your bedroom.

"Noted." Clay answered back after stepping into your bathroom, not fully closing the door behind him.

Before stepping in after him you gently knocked.

"Can I come in?" You asked in a soft tone, leaning your shoulder against the door.

"Uh-Huh." He mumbled in return, the toothbrush already between his jaws.

Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you pushed the door open slowly, the pale skin of Clay's back facing you.

You tried your best not to stare like a total idiot, but the way you could practically count his ribs and the intervertebral disks of his spine up to the nape of his neck had you stunned for a second. Tearing your gaze away from him, you placed the clothes on top of the laundry bin right next to the door and sat down on the closed toilet seat beside the sink, getting yourself out of your PJ pants first.

Up until that moment, you didn't waste a second thought about your own body in this whole scenario but as the soft fabric of the pants pooled on the tiles in front of you, the discomfort shot as a hot wave into your cheeks. Clearing your throat a little, you silently stared down on your thighs, faded out, thick scar tissue ogling right back, mocking you in a way.

"How about…", Clay spat out an amalgamation of saliva and toothpaste, leaning his hands against the sink, "You just stare at me for a moment while I do the same. Get it over with."

"Yeah, hold on…", You pulled the PJ top off, too, leaving you in your underwear. "Now it's fair.."

Your eyes traced the trail of self-induced scars up to your navel before you raised your head back to Clay.

"What happened?" He asked bluntly, turning himself to you, vulnerable and exposed, the waistband of his shorts sitting loosely on his pointy hip bones.

"I could ask you the same." You chuckled dryly, your eyes wandering over his torso, ribs poking through just like his collarbones.

"Life, I'm afraid." He responded in an equally dry tone.

"Same here.", You shrugged your shoulders a little, "How about we put some antiseptics on the puncture sites? They look like they could use some. I have a bottle in the drawer to your left."

With a short nod Clay opened up the drawer, pulling out not only said bottle of antiseptic lotion but also a still wrapped shut set of razor blades.

"The monsters still live in the closet, huh?" He put the package back as fast as he'd pulled it from the drawer.

"They never really moved out, no." You confessed, gathering a few pieces of toilet paper to douse it in the disinfectant.

"I wonder if they ever do." Clay sighed, inhaling sharply as you caressed the plentiful of his track marks with the improvised paper swab.

"Thank you…" You pat every little inch on the inside of his elbow carefully.

"For what?" Clay sounded thoroughly confused.

"For trusting me, shitbum." You said in return, throwing him a faint yet upright smile.

"Uh, sure…" He shrugged it off while you dumped the soggy toilet paper into a trash can underneath the sink.

"Now let's get into that shower, no?" You nudged your head towards the shower.

"Yeah, uhm…", Clay's eyes darted down to his shorts, "Should I…I mean..?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with." You got up and stepped underneath the shower head, fumbling with the faucet handle to not just drench the both of you in ice cold water.

"Uh, okay…" He mumbled, deciding to leave his boxers on before cautiously following you.

"Is the temperature okay for you?" You reached out to gently grab his hand by the wrist, holding it under the softly flowing stream of warm, but not exactly hot water.

"A bit more, maybe? I don't wanna burn you but I feel like I'm freezing." He asked hesitantly.

"Sure, don't worry about me, okay?" You pushed the handle a little more to the left.

"How about now? That better?" A wave of significantly warmer water hit your front and the palm of his hand.

"Yeah…" Clay smiled contentedly whilst stepping into the flow of water coming from above.

A long, low humm of comfort left his lips while you watched him closely as the water soaked his unkempt hair and cascaded down his body.

"Fuck…that feels good." He sighed with eyes closed, his hand now holding on to yours for guidance.

"Good, I got you, yeah?" You carefully wrapped your fingers a little tighter around his, slowly crouching down to pick up a bottle of shampoo.

You let him soak in the heat of the water for a while before you asked: "Mind taking just a little step towards me? I think we should take some care of that hair if yours, no?"

"Sure…" Clay blindly stepped out of the frequent stream, now just standing inches away from you.

With your free hand you unscrewed the bottle and tilted it over the crown of his head until a big dollop of shampoo oozed out of it.

"Am I going to smell like flowers and berries now?" He chuckled whilst you put the bottle back down and started lathering his scalp with tender, circular movements of your fingertips.

"Actually…" You started, his comment eliciting a short laugh out of you as well, "It's mint and green apple scented."

"Oh, I can get behind that." He murmured, his face clearly telling you how much he enjoyed you soaping up his hair right now.

"Well, it's not like you really got a say in this, huh?" You returned, delicately letting go of his hand to put both of yours to use throughout his knotted hair.

"Yeesh, we'll need a lot of conditioner to tame that mess." You noted with slightly pursed lips.

"Conditioner now, too, yeah? Gon' be the best smelling lowlife in rehab tomorrow." At first you smiled but soon enough the reality of his comment hit you deep down again.

For an innocent, foolish moment you simply forgot about it, had allowed yourself to get carried away.

You tried your best to not sound too taken aback as you uttered: "So, you really want it?"

At that Caly also lost his faint smile and you deeply regretted every word that just left your mouth.

"Fuck, sorry…" You whispered to him, feeling sorry for the both of you for bluntly trashing the moment like that.

"No, stop…it's okay.", With his hair full of bubbly shampoo, Clay took another blind step towards you, nearly bumping into you, his arms clumsily wrapping themselves around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, "It's a valid question and the answer is yes."

For seemingly endless seconds your severely overworked brain oh so desperately tried to compute what was happening.

"Are…are you hugging me right now?" You stammered awkwardly.

"Kinda looks like it, no?" Clay answered, wrapping his arms closer around you as if to prove his point.

"Oh-, okay, cool…", You felt your mind gradually losing the plot, being so utterly stunned by his display of affection, "Let's…how about we rinse that shampoo out now." Trying to regain your composure, you cupped his hips with your hands, gently guiding him back underneath the steady flow of steaming, warm water.

"Yeah, sure…" It bubbled out of his mouth as you watched the shampoo residue slowly trickling down the drain.

Yet again, Clay rested his chin in the crook of your neck, his face slightly tilting towards your collarbone. In this very moment you felt his lips brushing over your skin, his wet hair falling across your shoulder and it led you to forsake all rational reason for good.

In a moment of unadulterated senselessness your hands cupped his face, pulling it up to yours to press a painfully longing kiss to his lips.

"Fuck…" Clay huffed right before reciprocating the kiss, practically shoving himself onto you, tightening his hug around your lower body.

"Shit, fucking hell…no.. we shouldn't-" You rambled into his mouth.

"I know but fuck that." He groaned nonchalantly.

#rory culkin #city on a hill #clay roach x fem!reader #clay roach x you #clay roach x reader #clay roach #clay roach smut #Track Marks And Dial Tones

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kanene-yaaay · 7 months

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The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

#See ya beans <3 #BIg hugs and spinning hugs all around #Kanene being Kanene #More than 3000 posts gosh that is crazyyy

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rutadales · 3 months

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I'm gonna delete this later but I will say I think a very very important skill to have, specifically for autistic people with special interests/hyperfixations in content creator fandoms is the ability to disengage when necessary for your own health. and it is absolutely a skill, like you can't just stop caring about something and be able to distance yourself whenever something triggering happens without practice. I'm saying this from experience.

i have hyperfixated on content creator's media since I was eleven years old. I was in the trenches over Markiplier when he had controversies every few months, I had would literally have nightmares over the idea of him being a bad person. Which isn't healthy!

Not even talking about parasocialisms or whatever because that's been talked to death, but I mean for me! For 11, 13, 17, 20 year old me that is not healthy! It is exhausting being stressed out and worried that someone who makes stuff I like is a bad person, especially when you engage with the fandom on twitter. It is fucking vital to unplug in these situations, and to learn how to. And it's not an easy skill to learn it has taken me since I was a literal child to know to develop that skill. But it is important.

And it's not just suddenly not caring about something, but it's disengaging in the moment if necessary, and to be honest I think for a lot of people it is necessary.

Listen, you don't have to explain yourself, you don't have to say goodbye or give a reason why you'll be staying, you don't have to make a statement on your blog or answer anon asks. you owe everyone literally nothing when it comes to online fandom. It is a hobby and sometimes you have to be okay and stepping back when necessary. Undownload twitter for the next three weeks. Block every tag under the sun that'll upset you.

This is rambling but the last thing I'll say is you are a whole complete person without your special interest, and if an interest disappoints you or hurts you that is not then inherently a reflection of you. you are a full complete complex person without it, and you don't have to loose it completely even if right now it might be important for you to step back and regulate yourself. and it is hard and it can be incredibly upsetting and you are valid and real for feeling whatever you're feeling. it's okay.

anyway im going to go read national treasure yaoi now✌️ xoxo gossip girl

#tldr take care of yourselves guys #learn how to take care of yourself #it's hard. and it can really fucking blow but I'm handling this so much fucking better than I did back in 2022

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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (iv).

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warnings: curse words, alcohol mentioned [the characterization you read in this fic doesn't represent them in real life (please separate fact and fiction)]

tags: (y/n) and cody finally getting along, do i smell jealous? yes i do!! twins in action once again, roman and (y/n) doesn’t argue in this one

THE sound of your alarm woke you up. the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was your clothes. you were still in yesterday's clothes. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as memories flashed inside your mind. you remembered the events from last night. drinking with cody, opening up, finally accepting his friendship, throwing a tantrum at roman, and then crying your eyes out... it was indeed a wild night for you. you cringed at the memories, trying your best to push them away.

to say the least, hangover wasn't really a problem to you as you were used to drinking back when you were younger. now all you had to do was face the day, acknowledging all your doings from yesterday. it was 7 in the morning and you had to go to the arena to check on the production for today's show.

as you exited the room (with your fresh set of clothes), you felt someone tap your shoulders. you turned around and saw the same face you saw yesterday. "hi." cody smiled. you didn't know to respond as you once again remembered last night's fiasco. "how's your head? i have some tylenols if you want." you shook your head. "i'm good." was all that came out of your mouth. "if you say so." there was silence between the two of you.

"and why are you awake? your show starts later." you asked him. "i was gonna drop my costume and probably get some breakfast, i heard there was some good breakfast tacos near the arena... cheat day for me." he couldn't stop rambling. "what about you?" cody returned the question. "going to the arena to check the stage." cody's eyes lit up. "then let's go!"

once again, there you were–in his car, listening to him singing along to a country song that you have never heard before. "we can check out the taco spot together after this if you want to come... i'm not forcing you to go with me though. it's all your choice." you furrowed your eyebrows as he kept on rambling. "okay, fine. just because it's actually a good place. i've had it before."

the two of you arrived at the arena. you parted ways with him since he was going to deal with costumes and you were going to check with the logistics. "i'll text you later." you said to him, earning a nod. "let me know if you're done! see you!" you walked away from him, scanning the arena. the ring was already finished, you slid inside checking several spots.

"haven't seen you in awhile." you looked up and saw your boss, paul. "oh, i've been busy." you admitted. "yeah, i heard from the twins that you were pushing everyone to their limits." paul said. "it's gonna be one of their biggest feuds in years, of course i want it to be perfect." you pulled on the ropes, checking if they were strong enough to hold the wrestlers physique. “i’ll be here to help you tonight, don’t worry son.”

the two of you talked about the progress until a certain bleached-blond wrestler waved at you. you face-palmed as you saw him walking up to you. “are you done?” he asked. “yeah, i was just about to call you.” paul looked amused. “oh, making friends now?” he chuckled. “shut up, i can’t just have my boss as my friend.” you rolled your eyes. “anyways, see you tonight. i’m bouncing.” cody followed you to the parking lot, bidding goodbyes to his boss.

you paid for the food, insisting it as an emotional compensation for last night’s fiasco. cody devoured his breakfast like there was no tomorrow, not acknowledging that you were still sort of embarrassed by your outburst last night. “if you wanna apologize for last night,” he chewed his food. “you don’t have to, it was fun actually.” you still didn’t get him, but you were getting used to his presence.

“fine.” you muttered, taking a bite of your food. “but that doesn’t mean i’ll go out drinking with you again, rhodes.” he only grinned as a response. the two of you ate in silence. cody was about to say something before he stopped himself. “shoot the question before i throw this taco at you.” you glared at him. “never mind.” the wrestler shrugged his shoulders. “say it.” you threatened him with your fork.

“i don’t know… it’s quite personal.” he hesitated again. you knew he was going to ask about roman. “yes cody, i despise roman that much.” you stated. “to be fair, you have every reason to hate him.” that caught you off guard. “your feelings are valid, i just don’t know exactly what happened to you guys. but, hey! i’m all ears if you wanna talk about it.”

his sentence felt genuine. no matter how many times you tried to deny it, cody was a good person. he was actually trying to be your friend without taking you for granted (as far as you know). you sighed as you put down your food. “what happened between me and roman was in the past. you heard all those rumors and so, about how i cheated, about how we ‘mutually’ broke up, about all those shit… it wasn’t like that.” you confessed.

“he took me for granted. end of story.” even cody knew that the break up wasn’t your fault at all. it became a locker room gossip at first, but people never actually found out what happened between roman and you. “oh…” was all that came out from his mouth. “if you wanna dig up my past, then fine. but this is coming from me, the real source–roman reigns is a fucking dickhead when it comes to loving someone.” you drank your water, leaving cody flabbergasted. “right, don’t worry (y/n). i believe you.”

truthfully, you didn’t need people to believe you. you just wanted people to know that you were in fact still hurting. “i don’t need you to pick sides, he’s gonna be your partner in the ring for a long time.” he shook his head. “no, no. of course i’ll still work with him, it’s just… i just want to be friends with you (y/n).” he admitted once again. “what is it with you, rhodes? do you want a push? do you want something else?” you chuckled. once again, cody sighed in relief when he heard your chuckles. “not at all, i just wanna be friends without wanting anything in return. jesus, (y/n).” cody groaned.

you felt bad. this man was the first person to slowly crack you open after your break up. “i’m sorry. i’m not used to it.” you finally gave in and apologized. “it’s okay to put your guard up, but i’m serious right now-“ his sentence was cut off by a person standing in front of your table. “h- hi, can you sign my shirt?” a little boy approached cody. his eyes lit up in excitement. “hi buddy, sure!” you were trying your best to not crack a smile. cody took the sharpie and signed his shirt. “i wanna be like you when i grow up.” your heart melted.

“thank you so much, i can’t wait to watch you tonight!” the fan was having the time of his life. “i’ll give the best performance for you!” he waved at the fan and faced you again. cody saw that you were slightly smiling at the interaction. you had a soft spot for kids, especially the ones who were interested in your wrestling. you were once like him, having hopes and dreams of being a wrestler. that was until you were pulled by your dad from the ring. that was why you had so much passion for your job.

“as i was saying,” he was backtracking to his past sentence. “i’ll be there if you need anything. you can actually count on me, (y/n).” he smiled and you couldn’t help but to mimic his expression. you were smiling. “i made you smile!” his eyes widened in surprise. “shut the fuck up before i kick your ass, rhodes.”

showtime came and you were monitoring from the backstage. you had your earpiece in, ready to go. 30 minutes before showtime, you thought. you quickly ran to the locker room, briefing the talents for tonight. you knocked on the door, breathing heavily. “(y/n)?” to your luck, it was roman who opened the door. the man was wearing a t-shirt and his black trainers, his usual setup. his hair was still down, curls grew longer than usual. you mentally slapped yourself, “30 minutes before showtime, tell everyone to gather around.” without wanting to argue, roman nodded at your command. “okay.” you went to the other side, getting your other talent. “cody, open up!” you knocked. “it’s unlocked!”

he was already in his ‘promo’ suit and damn, he looked good, you thought. “my eyes are up here.” you smacked his shoulder. “30 minutes before showtime, let’s go.” he nodded and followed you. the bloodline was already there; jimmy and jey messing around like usual, solo gazing out, paul heyman fixing his suit, and roman was just standing there.

“right. now that everyone is here,” you paused for a second, pulling out your papers. “i don’t want anyone to fuck up. deliver your lines like usual, like we practiced. i won’t be taking any excuses.” everyone nodded in unison, trying to get on your good side. you were in your working mode, meaning no one dared to mess with you. “once again, if you fuck things up, you’ll be dealing with me.” your tone was cold like usual. paul (not the wiseman) popped up in the room. “why does everyone look like they are going to cry?” he asked, earning a glare from you. “that’s my cue to shut up.” paul laughed. “have fun tonight boys, don’t let her scare you! she’s harmless!”

the night went on and you were monitoring the cameras. “switch to camera 17.” you said to the earpiece. “right, ms. (l/n).” the staff replied. “i’ll be moving to sound, if anyone needs me just talk to me through the earpiece.” the crew nodded as you made your way to the sound room. “rhodes’s music in 5.” roman was delivering his lines and cody was supposed to interrupt him, like the script played out. you saw cody standing on the side of the exit door, he was fidgeting. “yo.” you patted his back. “calm down, you’re a professional. you can do this.” your words got into him, he flashed you a smile. “that’s the first compliment i got from you, thanks (y/n).” “don’t fuck up or it’ll be the last compliment i’ll be giving you.” still so professional, he thought.

“switch to echo, i think it’s better.” you said to the sound crew. “yes, ma’am.” paul was right next to you, muttering some words to the earpiece as well. “it’s going smoothly than expected. since this is the first time cody is in the ring with roman.” paul sighed in relief. “i think you got into their skin, they don’t wanna mess up because of you, son.” the man nudged you. “i’ve crafted this to perfection, if something goes wrong. it’s not my fault.”

everyone was satisfied with the night. it went perfectly as planned, no botches, the crowd loved it. the talents went backstage, feeling relieved that their night was done. but they couldn’t go home before you gave them the evaluations for tonight’s performance. as you entered the locker room, no one could read your expression. were you satisfied? were you ready to spit fire on them? no one knew. “good job.” was all that came from your mouth. “i’ll be expecting you all to keep it like this.” before anyone could say anything, you exited the room, continuing your job.

roman noticed that cody was stood up from his seat, wanting to follow you. at this point, he was just confused with your new friendship with cody. “what are you, her dog?” his sentence caught cody’s attention. “what?” he asked. “you follow her around, like a dog. she doesn’t need your help, you know.” roman said as he unwrapped his gloves. “i’m not her dog, i’m her friend.” cody clenched his fist. roman could only chuckle at his answer. “friend? good luck with that.” jey sighed in frustration. “that’s enough, uce. let the man be.” he gave cody a sympathetic smile.

“i don’t like him.” roman said, after cody left the room. “why?” roman shrugged his shoulders, leaning back on the couch. “man, you gotta realize that you’re no one to (y/n) now.” solo finally spoke up. “i know that.” he muttered in response. “could be anyone, but just not him… i don’t fuck with that dude being friends with (y/n). and why isn’t she bothered by him? thought she hated everyone here.”

“well she doesn’t hate us, she hates you.” “way to rub it in.”

was it jealousy? roman thought. no, he was so over you. but as soon as he exited the room, the champion saw you cracking a small smile to cody–it was in fact, jealousy.

a/n: i promise im gonna write a (y/n) and roman interaction in the next chapter (are they gonna argue or not???? who knows)

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader

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trashendence · 2 years

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I'm still wrapping my head around it, but there's something about how this whole storyline and Eddie's evolving (?) philosophy about the universe is in conversation with the scene at the equestrian center about choice and the randomness of the universe. Something about Buck's utter determination (for self destruction, alas), no matter what the universe throws at him. That the universe screams, but it doesn't control our fate? That we still have to make our own choices, that we are responsible for who we are. Even if and when terrible things happen to us that we can't control, what matters is how we respond to that trauma.

I just really love the overarching narrative and how this theme about agency vs. the universe - choice vs. fate - are all being told through Eddie, at the moment. How the universe may be screaming at Buck, but you are 100% right: Eddie would believe that the choice is up to Buck. That Buck has to decide what (and who) he wants. But it is funny how this stance is leaving them in this emotional stalemate. Eddie, waiting. Buck, running away, deeper into self-destruction.

Anyway, sorry for rambling in your ask box, but I have feelings and would love to hear more of your thoughts on Buck and Eddie and the Universe.

oh i love this ask! eddie and faith, eddie and fate, buddie and the universe? sign me up every. single. time.

i think you’re definitely on to something with eddie’s evolving philosophy about the universe and charlie’s role in all of it (it’s actually why i think ‘suspicion’ should get all the credit). arguably, charlie and his mum represent a turning point for eddie; a single parent turned rotten, someone eddie trusts on instinct because he sees himself in her, and someone who betrays him and her own son in the end. it’s okay not to believe in a higher power if you can believe in people, but what happens when people are not inherently good? what is the point then?

if there are too many variables to keep track of, where does that leave eddie? eddie, who thought he could prepare for everything in his life and, most importantly, in his death. the binary code he can’t predict but can welcome when it comes. and the one time - the one time - he tries to put an end to a situation he didn’t see coming, he gets shot. the one time he reaches out to those he cared about, they’re dead. he starts wondering what’s the point of everything if it all ends in fire, what’s the point of his abuela collecting debt to say goodbye to his abuelo, what’s the point of mitchell dying when they could have found another way, what’s the point. and the point, i think he’s always instinctively known but is slowly realizing just now, is love.

“our job was always to save the person in front of us. and what happens next? well, we aren’t supposed to know. it got me thinking…about the day you got shot. i almost forgot that wasn’t even our call and it made me wonder if you ever wished we hadn’t saved him,” is what buck tells eddie before letting him know the second chance eddie blindly gave charlie - out of love and nothing else - worked. they didn’t know if it would, and it did. both buck and eddie agree there is nothing to regret, even if it’s random, even if it turns out a mess.

i think eddie accepted then and there that they will never know for certain whether it is all a coincidence or if there’s a bigger picture, but there is one conclusion: you can either listen to the universe and call it love, or scream with your own voice and call it love anyway. just like with ‘suspicion’, it’s about not being defined by what you attract - be it shitty people, natural disasters, unexpected losses -, nor by the cards you’ve been dealt. it’s about eddie being a great dad and still pulling into his orbit the exact opposite, which makes him feel used and stupid but also tells us one more time about his heart and what it desires. it’s about buck being stopped multiple times on the way to his donation and still running to make it work, because that’s what he thinks he desires. and everything is drenched in love; for a son, for an old friend, for the chance to give happiness to someone else. trial and error.

that’s why eddie wouldn’t actually stop buck from doing it; he knows randomness is not the enemy because choice is what matters. but i think buck is not there yet. he frantically looks for a sign, opens his arms to possibilities because in the great numbers reside higher chances, thinks his future is written unless what he needs to change it finds him first. there is very little agency in his ‘yes’, there is so much pain in his running and hoping for the best. eddie ultimately will show him that buck found love actively, organically, effortlessly and yes, also a bit randomly.

it’s truly a great love story story of love.

#because this wasn’t already long enough: ‘we don’t know what happens next’ paired up with the shooting scene is the synthesis of everything.#when dying and *free from the future* - that’s when eddie reaches out to buck and openly seeks him #to ASK if buck is okay.#nothing will come so what’s the point in holding back for fear of the consequences?#free from the future is what buck should try to be too right now #(#the suspicion-equestrian lessons-sperm donation pipeline is the realest thing in my life as of now #)#okay i’m done #iri got asked #thank you for the most amazing ask my friend. always a delight!#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie

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hello not an ask just wanted to say that i love your au so much its convicned me to play xcom anyway amazing writing amazing EVERYTHING im so excited to see where you take this au next

(cough.. eggs... cough.... pomme... cough (listen shes my baby my fave egg my EVERYTHING the badass french egg who deserves more regognition esp her friendship w richas)... cough... pac... PAC.... PACHHFHS)

okay disappearing now goodbye

Hello!!! Um you're welcome? It's not a super plot heavy game but I hope you enjoy! (The au is based on xcom2 specifically, with a few bits of DLC. Some of the backstories are extremely loosely based on xcom:enemy within but key word extremely). As to where I go next errrr... eggs, backstories, plot, who knows! I have a massive list of things to do for it and just write whatever I fancy when I fancy.

I will the babies once I finish my plot notes!!! Unfortunately the babies need a bit of explaining and most are from plot-heavy missions >.< but... I can tell you about Pomme in the au if you'd like? Once I'm back at my laptop. Just send another message or reply to this or tags it or something and I'll at you in a post and ramble a little about her. I only have so much but she's amazing.

also Pac yeah ;-; pac is ccPac's chewtoy and gdi I'm giving him a happy ending but he'll have to work for it. At least when Mike is captured is the worst of it. Though. There's some other extremely shit times for him on my to do list.

No worries thank you for stopping by hope you have a lovely existence!

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Since I love Robin being the dad so much. Here are more Dad Jokes, this time from @kolimachris.

These dad jokes are definitely in the Murray adopting Robin AU.. Because while writing the first one...it basically already a story..but it all actually just being a build up to a dad joke is so funny to me. I shall tag @corgiplays because they probably don't want to miss this)

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Robin and Nancy are visiting Max in the hospital. Well they are there with Erica and Lucas. Or well only two visitors at a time, so Erica left to get some fresh air. Erica didn't want to leave Lucas alone, but she knows Nancy can look after him, even tho it doesn't seem like it, she's good at comforting people, well only when they are her brother's friends [I mean S2 with Dustin ✨ so this is my hc now]

But Nancy also probably stayed because Erica is closer to Robin and Erica also has a bit of a grudge on Nancy for hurting Robin (without knowing). So now Erica and Robin are walking down the hall to the elevators/stairs. They walked in silence, they (Ronance) still haven't spoke a word yet, just nodded as a greeting (and hugs 😪🥺) but still silent. Erica keeps brushing against Robin's side, stepping closer and closer, seeking comfort but still not wanting to seem like a little child. They talked about it in one of their sleepovers months ago, that Erica doesn't have to act like she's okay and isn't bothered by all this, but she wants to act strong like the adults and older teens do.

When they arrive at the elevator the door imidiatly opens and two doctors came out. Some people would see it as a blessing not having to wait for an elevator, but Erica has never really been fond of them, and after the Russian stuff, even less.

Robin looks down at Erica, who is staring at the elevator with a strange look in her eyes. Robin takes her hand and gives it a squeeze and Erica snaps out of her short trance and stares up at her, understanding eyes looking down at her. Robin tugs her by the hands a bit and guides her to the stairs, for the first time since she arrived, she said something "Hey, it's okay, I'm also frightened by elevators." she quietly says as they enter the staircase and the door shuts behind them.

They are still looking at each others eyes, Robin's kind and kinda sad smile turning into a tiny mischievous grin. "I'm taking steps to deal with it." she quietly snickers as they take steps down the stairs" Erica stares at her with a 'A you serious, right now?' look and then rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance and looking away, secretely hiding a tiny smile. Robin's a bit louder chuckling can be heard down bouncing and echoing from every wall and direction, some people who are on the lower part of the staircases thinking it's a crazy patient.

(I love and hate this. Something bothers me but idk what, but I love it)

The kids were at Family Video, having been allowed to choose two movies for free. to give to Will and El as a goodbye gift from Robin and Steve. They already got one for El so Robin pulled Mike to the side and started talking "So you're like the closet to Will -from what I've gathered- and I have a lot of movie knowledge. If it's ok for you, I'd just ramble on about movies I'd think will would like and then you could make the end decision. Stop me anytime you want... I know I ramble a lot" She starts listen of sci-fi movies and explaining the post (without spoilers ofc). And Mike, who was at first skeptical of what Robin said and also just frowning in annoyance for not having found a movie for will yet, actually started smiling a bit when Robin actually did know every movie.

He's quite impressed and Nancy is completely flabbergasted by the fact that Rambling Buckley, actually made her shithead brother smile. The same Buckley that Mike always groans in annoyance when she started rambling. 'Of course she can win over my brother' Nancy thought bitterly, but also with a happy smile on her face 'she probably could make Ted smile.....omg... She actually could' Nancy's eyes widen and the smile turns to a shocketh face.

Steve walks over to Nancy, who is leaning near the wall of the entrance. "What's going on through that pretty head of yours" Steve asks casually leaning against the wall next to Nancy. Nancy cringes but tries not to make it anymore more awkward then it already is between Steve and her. "Nothing, just that Robin is a really great person" she says, jealously invading her voice for reason. "Yeah, I guess she is.." he says and stares at Robin as if he were in love (but he's not.. Well he canonly was once, he just loves her platonically ofc)

Nancy wanted to say something but they here Robin calling the kids to the counter, since Mike finally found a Movie to get for Will. "Thanks for the help kids! I'm not as close as you are to them so it really helped that you helped." She chuckles "Now, I just have one important question to ask" She mischievously looks around.

"How do you know a pun is ready to be told?" They all look at her confused and most of the annoyed as well, groaning "It's fully groan." Robin laughs louldy like a dad and Lucas just snickers at all his groaning fiends. "We got free movies, but at what cost" Dustin dramatically exclaims. "0$. Because it's free" Robin started coughing with how much she's laughing. Lucas also started fully laughing, whole the others rolled there eyes. Dustin shocked that she did that, laughed in disbelief.

Steve also groans at Robin's jokes and walks over to her and the kids. Nancy watches in hidden amusement, how Steve is trying to stop Robin from making jokes, but she somehow manages to always make a joke out of the thing Steve said. Mike walks over to her, saying that they can leave now. Max is dragging a still laughing Lucas out and Dustin is the last kid out, who's just staring at the ground in deep thoughts. Nancy waves at the duo behind the counter and leaves, quietly chuckling to herself while walking to the car, where all the kids are already inside and waiting.

(you know, I only added that part with Mike because I recently looked at the comments under the summary post from Corgi, I think, and then saw that i commented "and Nancy was so shocked when Mike smiled at Robin because of her movie knowledge" or smth. So 🤷‍♀️)

Robin and Nancy are alone again for the first time after the bathroom thing. Robin doesn't know why she decided to go, but even tho Steve and her are closer again, she's bother that he's still trying to get with Nancy, not only one a jealous way, but in a 'Nancy doesn't want to get back together with you and she's getting uncomfortable' way.

Now she's alone in a car with Nancy Wheeler, searching for things that may have a connection to Vecna. She's still shocked about the news of Chrissy. She remembers when Chrissy stood up to Jason for her or the also bathroom thing, ironically enough. She almost cried when she knew it was Chrissy who died, but she didn't want the others to worry and it's not important rn anyway.

So while in the car, Robin was trying to distract herself, so she was talking a lot. Nancy just keeps rolling her eyes and gribbing the steering wheel tighter, frustrated and overwhelmed about losing another friend and the upside down being back again and Robin isn't making it better. "I knew you rambled a lot, but how did it get worst" she spits out, not really noticing that it could hurt. Robin acts like it didn't hurt and apologized "Sorry, it's just that it helps distracting me from stuff and I really don't want to be alone with my thoughts right now.."

Nancy side eyes her with a concern, but only for a second before she rolls her eyes again 'No one wants to be left alone with their thoughts' Nancy thinks to herself, her hand loosens from the wheel. Robin was quietly and anxiously sitting there the rest of the ride, she wasn't talking but she was tapping on the dashboard with her fingers in some kind of rhythm. The rhythm sped up and Robin finally broke, well broke the silence. "Did you hear about the 4' tall psychic on the run from the police?" Nancy is surprised for a second but then tightens her grib on the steering wheel again. "I swear to good Buckley, if you're gonna say-" "They're a small medium at large...?" Robin finished, voice getting higher at the end, scared of Nancy's reaction, but also just needing to try and lighten up the moment right now. Nancy just stops the car and stares at Robin with a look she can't explain.

'she wouldn't just throw me out of the car....would she?...' Robin stares wide eyed at Nancy when Nancy pointed behind Robin at the car door 'Oh Shit, she totally would' "W-wait, I'm sorry! I- just get so nervous sometimes t-that I have to tell a joke! You already know that! At least it thought you already knew.." Robin's pauses for a second and Nancy feels guilty for some reason but just stares at her in confusion. Robin shakes her head and continues "please, please! Don't throw me out of the car! I-" Nancy blocks out Robin's talking '...she thought I'd throw her out of the car?... What an idiot' Nancy shakes her head in frustration and shuts Robin up by holding up a hand. "First of all, I'm not throwing you out. If you'd turn around [Look at what you seeeeeee~] and look at [what you seeeeeee~] your surroundings, you'd see that we're at the library." Robin does as told and to her relief they actually are at the library. 'Oh God.... How embarrassing.....' she flushes a bit red. "And second of all, I should probably fill you in on what I know" Nancy says she she leaves the car and then tells her about what Eddie's uncle told her.

(Don't ask me what the hell I did. I don't know. Sorry to kolimachris, you may not get why I'm using these situations or smth, if you want to understand and have some time or a lot of time, you can check out my pinned post (you probably just need the first one, the summary one? Forgot how I named it))

It was a special day. Joyce and Hopper are getting married. El walks Hopper down the aisle first, it was such a cute wholesome moment. Then when he was at his place, the music started and Joyce approached the aisle with both Jonathan and Will by her side, walking her down the aisle. When Joyce reaches her position, Jonathan and Will stand as her bridemates and El stands as Hopper's mate of honor. They say there vows and and kiss their now wedded parnter.

(I'm not gonna write a full jopper wedding (even if i would love to have the motivation for that), but they all are crying happy tears. Murray was obviously the person marrying them together (forgot how that's called) because that was on his to do list. The flower girl is Robin. Who just made dad jokes/puns about flowers the whole way and the ring bearer is uh.... idk... I want to say Mike but also not. Also I want to say Nancy but only because I want her too. Anyway)

Now they were at the restaurant for the celebration and Robin was sitting with the Wheelers and so was Murray since he's officially her dad now (well that happend before the wedding I don't know when exactly tho, but he adopted her ✨🥺) She was sitting next to Murray and Nancy. "Did you really have to make all those jokes about flowers?" Nancy snickers with a raised eyebrow. "I not only had to but Hopper insisted on it" she proudly explained. Murray snorts in disbelief "Of course.." Robin turns to him and says in Russian "It's not my fault you don't have a sense of humor" he scoffs and say "I've got plenty of humor, thank you, birdie" then he turns to Karen and starts a conversation with her. Mike is almost sitting backwards on the chair just so he could talk to Will who are on the table next to them. And Holly is just talking to Ted who is just eating the food prenting to listen. (Omg Ted is here 👀)

Max was sitting at the Sinclairs table which is on the other side of the Hopper-Byers table and she's just sits sideways so she is turned to Lucas direction but can hear El better. (just wanted to mention Elumax ✨ now back to Ronance)

Nancy looked at the two confused and raises her eyebrows at Robin when she turns to look at her again. Robin just shrugs and stabs a small watermelon piece with her toothpick. She looks at it for a second and eats it. "So you're not gonna tell me what that was about?" "I thought you were smart enough to figure it out in Murray's respond" Nancy flushes for a second but hides it "R-right.." 'not like a completely gay panicked when she started talking Russian' she looks at Robin strangle when she started analyzing the watermelon piece "...something wrong with the watermelon?" Robin looks up, tilting her head like a confused puppy and making a "mmh?" sound 'God, I love her so much'

"It practically looked like you were interrogating that watermelon" Nancy jokes. "Oh, that" Robin chuckles "I just wanted to find out why the melon didn't want to make a big deal out of getting married" she pauses and Nancy look at her with fond annoyance "unfortunately their partner canteloupe" Nancy playfully rolls her eyes with a smile and shoves Robin's shoudler lightly "You're such an idiot, Buckley" "But I'm your idiot, mon amour" Robin says with her beautiful rapsy voice as she takes Nancy's hand that shoved her and kisses her knuckles, staring at her through her lashes.

Nancy is flushing bright red and loses all her chance of calming down when Robin quietly says with more rasps then usually "Eres tan Hermosa" only for Nancy to hear. The others looked at them confused as Nancy suddenly jumped up and pulled Robin from her seat to drag her somewhere. Murray has a knowing look on his face but just sips his whiskey and Eddie, who's sitting with the Hendersons, steve and his uncle (who was also invited which is sweet) also has a knowing smirk growing being very proud of Buckley.

(You know what, don't question it. Also nothing happend, they for some reason (and also somehow) looked the restrooms door and when they came back 30 minutes later, Robin's hair is messier than usual....it's so funny to me that it were just supposed to be dad jokes. But I did say the reaction and interaction of the people so here)

It was almost Christmas and Nancy was again dragged by the kids to Family Video. She didn't really need to be convinced because she lov- likes talking to Robin so while the kids were searching for a perfect movie to watch for Christmas, Nancy was at the counter talking to Robin. "So what brings you here, Wheeler? Did you miss me?" Nancy scoffs "You wish, Buckley" 'oh how I actually do' Robin thinks bitterly. Robin laughs unamused and then turns to look at the kids who are rummaging through the movies like it's the end of the World. She can hear Mike trying to get them to rent one of Will's favorite movies, since they will visit for Christmas.

'I know what you are, little wheeler' she was shaken out of her thoughts when Nancy starts talking again "..Are you okay?" Nancy asks, and Robin remembers the incident of the week before. "Uh- y-yeah!" She hold up her right hand "Just left a scar here, but it looks cool!... The way I got it is not really cool tho..." she awkwardly laughs. 'wow, one minute I was all like "Did you miss me?" and now I'm like super awkward' Nancy takes Robin's hand to look at the scar and then look at her own scarred hand "Huh, Looks like where matching" Nancy thinks out loud. Luckily Robin was too into her self-loathing thoughts to hear what she said "Wha- I'm sorry, did you say something?" she awkwardly asks "..no" Nancy lies, embarrassed for some reason. "oh okay" Robin nervously chuckled. She looks around the store and sees a copy of a star wars movie.

As the kids came back with two movies in hand, instead of greeting them she asked "How did Darth Vader know what Luke was getting for Christmas?" They all imidiatly shut up and looked at her weirdly/annoyed. "He felt his presents." Mike snorts, actually finding the joke funny, however it was quiet so Dustin and Max's groans overruled it. Lucas highfived Robin and Nancy looks at her amusely unamused. Robin just shrugs with a wide grin, having heard Mike laughing as well.

(I don't know 😪 I love it tho. Look Corgi 👀 the matching scars ✨)

Steve and Robin just left the theater showing back to the future, searching for a water fountain. "Hey hey Steve! Stevie!" Robin calls out, giggling and pointing at the escalators "Let's slide down the escalator!" Steve groans "Noo... I need wateeer" Robin pouts and crosses her arms. "Water!" Steve points the waterfountain and tries to run over to it but trips over air and crashes into the floor groaning in pain. Robin is just laughing her ass off but goes to help Steve up.

"Hey hey, Steve! Wanna hear a joke!" Steve just quietly groans and tries to stand up with Robin's help "Ok so. A length of rope goes into a bar. The bartender says "we don't serve your kind here." The rope goes outside and tells his friend to tie him into a knot and fray his ends. After that the rope goes back in. "Aren't you the length of rope I just kicked out?" asks the barman. "'fraid not."" she rambled out and was, again, laughing her ass off.

Steve just groans in confusion "wha-" his face smacks back to the ground as Robin let's go of him "Oh look! It's the poster of back to the future! We were just watching it before!" she giggled. Steve just drags himself over to the waterfountain, while Robin is admiring the poster. When he finally reached it, he helped himself up with the thing and started drinking. After a while Robin starting talk about how the mom was trying to bang her own son.

(And that was that, poor little Stevie lol)

After Max woke up, she thought things would never be the same again. She was blind, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't see anyone's faces anymore, she thought that this would change everything. But it didn't, at least not everything.

(I'm too lazy to write anything deep for that)

Right now they are having a party both in honor of Max waking up and also for Hopper coming back from the dead/Russia. El and Lucas were constantly by Max's side but ofc with boundaries, but well El doesn't really get boundaries because Max missed her. So they are cuddling on a couch rn, Max just listing to the others talking or El's heartbeat. Lucas is next to them, his arm on the couch behind them. Max is between El and Lucas (Elumax ✨).

[The others are doing something else but aso at the party]

Hopper was sat on another couch with Joyce leaning on him, his arm draped around her shoulder. (Jopper ✨) Murray is next to Joyce talking to her about something. Robin was on a couch near Hopper's position and they were talking. Max loves hearing Robin's voice, as she does El's and Lucas, but Robin's voice is somewhat more comforting. They were snickering about something when Robin said "Why did the mushroom go to the party?" "Hopper with a knowing look says "I don't know, why did the mushroom go to the party?" Joyce slaps his shoulder, Murray sighs and El looks down at Max who's expression changed from peaceful to a frown. "Because he was a fun guy!" Robin says and Lucas wanted to laugh but Max searches for Lucas face to lightly slap him. Murray just takes a sip from his whiskey and Joyce fondly shakes her head. El looks confused at her dad laughing and also mad that they made Max frown.

After Hopper stopped laigh he asked "Why did fungi leave the party?" this time Robin has the knowing look and her grins widens. Max just shakes her head, with a tiny smile, happy that things are still somewhat the same. Lucas tries to keep a straight face but cracks and joins Robin and Hopper "Because there wasn't mush room!" All three exclaim and burst out with laughter and Max annoyingly kicks (ofc lightly) Lucas, who this time won't stop laughing. El is just confused about all the different emotions. Murray is just uninterested. Joyce is trying to keep a smile on her face. Hopper and Robin are laughing their asses off and Max is switching from a fond little smile to an annoyed frown.

(no idea what just happend, but I don't think there were sober, at least Hopper and Robin weren't)

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Sorry it's so AU related, my brain just decided to do it.

Hope you liked it eitherway!

And leave some jokes in the comments again, if wou want to!

Lots of love ✨❤️💃✨

#very long post #dad robin buckley #dad jokes #robin buckley #Murray adopting Robin #ronance #jopper #elumax #you can tell me if I should untagged the two ships #nancy wheeler

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Leave it to me to take a cute silly AU and make it sad. Talking abt Toy Soldier Vesper AU. It's still long tho bc I'm horrid at summaries

This is written weird AF bc it was originally a really long ramble in the tags lol Story where he was Panza's childhood toy and absolutely adores him. Panza grew out of playing with him but still treasures him and keeps him on a shelf. Panza's little sister Paruka (Rue) notices that Vesper's really worn out and a little broken so she gives him a new coat of paint and accessories because she figures Panza won't care since he never plays with the little soldier anyways. Panza is SUPER upset about it and they get into a fight. She storms off and angrily wonders aloud why he cares so much about a dumb old toy anyways

She goes to sleep and wakes up in a magical winter wonderland world where she finds Vesper but Bigger Now. At first he's kinda hostile towards her bc she took him and changed him and now he doesn't look like Panza's toy anymore. Vesper says that Panza used to come to this world and they'd play together all the time, but he doesn't remember how Panza got back home. They learn that far away there's a Fountain Of Memories which they can use to play through Vesper's old memories.

So they embark on a journey! And Along the way Vesper realizes that Rue's imagination can affect him. Like he starts with a regular sword but she's able to imagine it as a magic sword that can turn into anything and thus it becomes true, same with his hat suddenly being able to store infinite things. They bond and become friends and they start to have actually genuine fun together. Eventually, they make it to the fountain and start watching Vesper's memories of him and Panza together playing and having fun, both in the real world and the fantasy one. And they see lots of memories of Panza and Rue's parents who she barely got to know.

They realize that Panza's wish is to give Rue the happy childhood she deserves but he's become so protective of everything from the past that he's struggling to move forward. Vesper was a gift from their parents and he's one of the only things Panza has left of theirs. Rue finally realizes how hard he's been working to take care of her and why he was so angry about her changing Vesper, but Vesper gets upset because to him it seems like Panza stopped loving him because of Rue. They have a fight about it where Vesper accidentally admits that he feels hurt and betrayed that Panza abandoned him on a shelf. They're about to just go separate ways until one of Rue's very early memories starts to play in the fountain, where Panza promises her as a baby that one day he'll give Vesper to her so that he can protect her from bad guys and they can go on fun adventures just like he and Panza used to. And Vesper finally realizes that Panza never stopped loving him. It was an overprotective love that kept him stuck on the shelf. It was Rue's love that gave him new paint and imagined him new cool tricks and she's the reason he finally had another adventure. Just like Panza, he was holding too tightly onto the Past. But he and Panza have both changed now and they need to move on to be happy. The fountain finally shows them how to send Rue home (Idk how yet) and they have a big hug and a tearful goodbye.

Rue wakes up in the real world and goes to apologize to Panza, explaining how she understands now why he was so upset. Panza apologizes too for getting mad at her, and admits that it probably DID seem like he didn't care about the little toy soldier anymore since he just left him on a shelf gathering dust. Rue says that it's okay, and that she knows he wanted to keep Vesper safe because he guards his memories of Mom and Dad. Panza's surprised, but they end up having a nice (if bittersweet) talk about their parents. After a while Panza gets up and brings Vesper back to her, saying that he actually looks really nice in his new paint and complimenting how well she did. They end up actually playing with him for a while, and Rue gets to tell him about all the stuff she knows/imagined about Vesper. Panza finally chooses to give Vesper to her for real, as long as she takes good care of him. She promises. (Dw Rue is able to go back to the fantasy realm to spend time with Vesper. Also they definitely meet other characters along this adventure, so Vesper's not all alone when she's not playing with him!! I just haven't written them in Also Twisty if ur reading this ((tbh who else would be lol)) 1: Naming her Rue was not intentionally based on Rudy however 2: This AU except it's Rudy jagsdja. I dunno who Panza would be swapped with but it's fiiiiiine.)

#(AU of this AU where Rue can bring Panza to the fantasy world and he gets to see Vesper being a Real Boy TM and it's cute)#Vesper tag #Toy Soldier Vesper

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