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gangplanksorenji · 1 year

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Bitter;sweet

Pairing: fromis_9 Seoyeon x Male Reader

Word Count: 5296

A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! It has been like almost 3 months since I last posted a fic and now here I am! Ahaha, midterms has been a pain in the butt but gladly, it's now done and I'll go back to serving some fluff fics for y'all! Hope you enjoy this one and stay safe everyone!

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This day never could have been perfect as the velvety-red-orange-like skies blooming within the reach your eyes can see—it feels like a dream seeing them; the ebullient sounds of people around the amusement park serves as the cherry on top. You never felt euphoric in your whole life as there’s so much serotonin running throughout your body and it can’t be helped as you’re with the sunshine of your darkest days, the happiness that rivaled your depressing days—the love of your life.

It has been a year since you’ve met her in a milk tea shop and you’ve never been grateful in your whole life after meeting a girl like her. It was a “love at first sight” moment as both of your hearts felt magnetic to each other. Both of you went out as you became friends with her as time went by; the connection upped an ante as the two of you are now in a romantic relationship. Now with your first anniversary with her, you’re making this day special as you wanted to make her feel the ultimate delight that she has never experienced before.

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“Yah Yeonie! Come here! I want to show you something!”

Your cheerful tone sends excitement down Seoyeon’s spine as a faint smile paints her face, making you feel soft to her once again.

“What is it?”

“Can we ride at that roller coaster there? It looks fun! And, besides, I’m sure you will enjoy it, Yeonie.”

“Ugh, do I look like I enjoy riding in a roller-coaster?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Shut it! You know I don’t like riding with these kinds of stuff especially, that HIGH!”

She points her index finger at the tall loop at the roller coaster which made you laugh at her being scared and worried about what could happen next.

“Hey, hey Yeon, relax, you're with me, so you'll be safe. Besides, it's not like we're doing this everyday! Come on, please?”

You gave her a reassuring smile between the saccharine tone of yours, hoping that she agrees, even just this once.

“Uhh, fine…”

Your arms gesture happily as victory is earned as she agrees on what you want. The day is still long as the sun is still above the horizon, knowing that there’s still time for the both of you to bond with each other.

You hold her wrists gently, dragging her as the both of you rush towards where the roller coaster is located.

“What’s with the rush?”

“So, we get on the line fast! Don’t you want it? We’ll finish faster too!”

“More like, killing me faster…”

A chuckle escapes your lips about the joke that she said as a faint smile curves onto her lips, knowing that making you laugh is always a memory of hers and both of you know that no one’s offended, which makes this a wholesome moment.

“Yuh! I don’t mean it like that, anyways, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!”

“Whatever…”

The both of you fall in line as the both of you watch the coaster looping in a fast succession, making you in awe as her face is in fear. You see it and immediately begin caressing her hair in a playful manner, which earns a startle from her. You’re not usually like this as she knows how much you like teasing her playfully and not really showing affection towards actions. She’s not complaining as she feels comfortable in your arms, a smile curving her lips as response from your affection.

“You’ll be safe in my arms, okay? Just enjoy this and don’t be scared.”

You patted her back as you gave her a reassuring smile, knowing how much she melts with that sweet smile of yours—it always makes her comfortable. Maybe it did work as she smiles back, causing your heart to flutter yet you know how afraid she is as it’s evident from her expressions—more people are coming in the roller coaster as it’s going to be at least two turns for the both of you to get a grip on this ride.

“Woah, that loop looks fun! Ahh… can’t wait to ride it!”

“When did she show interest in these kinds of thrilling rides? Must be my doing…”

You can’t blame her for being confident all of a sudden as you thought as the cause of that is all because of your reassurance. There’s nothing wrong with it yet you’re baffled at the sight of it—even proud about Seoyeon’s audacious demeanor that you’ll never forget.

As a couple of loops, turns and screams have passed, the two eventually get closer to the thrill as you can see Seoyeon’s vibrant expressions and hear her deep, raspy voice being cheerful and it never fails to awe you. You always had a soft side for her yet you never felt softer than before considering how adorable and lively Seoyeon is today. Is it because of the places you treated her? Is it because of how fun it has been? Is it because of your anniversary with her? Is it because of you? These questions lingered around your mind about Seoyeon’s sudden switch of mood yet you’re not complaining.

“Oh, it’s now our turn, Yeonie. Don’t be scared, alright? Just have fun here! I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.”

“Wow, it does help me to not be scared… Thank you…”

Seoyeon’s sarcastic tone makes you giggle, knowing that no one is offended. The both of you then find a seat at the back as you fasten your seatbelts, making sure that everything is neat and fine. Both of you take deep breaths as Seoyeon holds your hand, tightening the grip as she feels the roller coaster moving up, making her feel mixed-up emotions as adrenaline pumps down her veins and so are yours.

Seoyeon looks calm at first yet you know how she’s screaming inside as the roller coaster goes higher and higher until the both of you can see the whole amusement park. She then closed her eyes as she tightened the grip of her hand on yours, knowing how much afraid she is in terms of heights yet you still managed to cheer her up, reassure her even though you feel the same—you want to make her feel better than yourself.

“Hey, just take deep breaths and you’ll enjoy this, okay Yeonie?”

All the response that you got is her eyebrows scrunching like an adorable panda that she is, knowing how scared and thrilled she is as the roller coaster is near at the top where you know that any second now, you’ll experience the paramount of fun and fear all in one go—the freefall.

You prepare yourself from the inevitable as you hold her hand, not wanting to let go of her as she lets out a scream of half-joy, half fear as she feels exhilarated and so are you. Once you hear the railings click, you know that this is the time of delight as the roller coaster goes down at lightning speed within a blink of an eye.

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Series of screams and laughs can be heard from the distance as the wind blows directly at your faces considering how fast the roller coaster is. Series of G-Forces can be felt as the roller coaster goes in a series of loops and turns which you enjoy whole-heartedly. You always want to experience these kinds of things—you always want to experience thrill and new adventures throughout your life.

“AHHHH! Oh my f- AHHHHH!”

Seoyeon’s screams ring all over your ears as you just close your eyes and count the seconds that’s passing as you want this to end quickly, as soon as possible. Eyebrows furrowed, you’re curious about what's happening around you as you refuse to open your eyes, fear taking over your body yet you fight it. Eventually, you got a sight of what's happening around you—people enjoying and thrilled about the ride as well as the view high up—as you looked to Seoyeon beside you who seems to be delighted about the experience. Time feltl slower as Seoyeon’s flawless features are in your sight, making you in awe. A smile paints your face, dopamine running down your veins as excitement skyrockets over the roof.

A lap around has been completed as you start to feel dizzy and dumb-founded as the numerous loops and turns is to blame. Concern then paints your face as Seoyeon may feel the same, yet worse as you know how weak her stomach is.

“Hey Yeonie, a-are you feeling good?”

“Yeah! This ride is so fun!!”

“She’s not showing any signs of fear? She’s maybe on to something…” You taught yourself as Seoyeon seems to be showing such uncanny expressions—it almost feels like she’s a new person with the same body but you dismiss those thoughts from letting you overthink as fun is what matters now.

Not so long after, Seoyeon then got a glimpse of you as she laughed with the faces you're making and on how you're screaming like a helpless child.

“Yah! Are you a-alright?”

“Wha-DO YOUUUU-AHHH—think??” Your screams make you a clown in front of Seoyeon as she non-stop laughed while still enjoying the ride—also, still feeling the thrill of it. As you were screaming your lungs out, Seoyeon becomes calm as she feels overwhelmed about this experience, an experience that she’ll never forget.

The ride then stops after two laps as you sigh in relief, thanking that everything is over as you got up on your seat slowly and checked on Seoyeon immediately if she was alright.

“What do you mean? I’m really fine!” Her adrenaline-filled words reassures you yet you’re not convinced as you know how weakly she takes these kinds of rides. Even though you’re the one who got scared all throughout the ride, you still prioritize checking on Seoyeon as concern dominates your feelings.

“Are you really sure, Yeonie? I know you…”

“Yeah!! We can go for another one if you want to…”

“No, thank you.”

A giggle escapes your mouth from sarcastic persuasion as the both of you get out of the ride. It seems like she wants to go for another yet you know that she can’t take another more, so you doubted her limits. Of all of the things you’ve done, this is maybe the most exhilarating and the most regrettable one yet you didn’t complain further as you savor every second with Seoyeon and couldn’t ask for anything more.

A few walks is all it takes for a call of nature as you hurriedly rush to the nearest restroom you can find and also reminding Seoyeon that you’ll be back shortly and telling her to just wait in the bench near the coffee kiosk.

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Boisterous noises of people screaming and having fun can be heard anywhere yet it’s just silence from Seoyeon—her right feet tapping the ground with a fixed pattern as her thumb scrolls up the contents of her newsfeed on her phone while waiting for you.

“Hey Yeonie, I’m here! I’m sorry that it took a while, coz’ there’s a lotta restrooms that are occupied…”

“It’s alright. I’m just feeling tired all of a sudden…”

You knew this would come yet not this way but it’s reasonable since it has been almost a full day of the both of you traveling and eating at places as well as having fun and you know she’s saying these kinds of things because of her subsided adrenaline.

“Aren’t you just wanting to take a ride again on that roller-coaster earlier or am I just tripping?”

“Maybe both. Ugh, you’re such a kill-joy person. Haaa…”

Exasperated breaths escaped Seoyeon’s mouth as you know that she’s indeed serious about what she said earlier as it is evident.

“Yah, I’m sorry Yeonie, it’s just the fact that I wanna know what you’re really feeling…”

A hand on her back, you patted her reassuringly, making her feel comfortable in your arms. She then smiled at your simple action which always makes your heart flutter.

“You definitely look tired, Yeonie. I’ll take you home so you can rest, alright?”

“Okay…”

Without a time to waste, the both of you went to your car in the wide parking lot outside the amusement park. After the both of you got into the car, you asked her if she’s really feeling alright since she’s not really exaggerating when it comes into expressing what she’s feeling.

“I’m just feeling tired, that’s all…”

“Oh, okay… Don’t you want some food? You’re maybe just hungry because of that ride.”

“I’m good. I just wanna rest…”

“Are you sure Yeonie?”

“I am…”

She then held your hand as a sign of trust, making you convinced that she’s feeling fine yet you’re skeptical, knowing how she’s feeling not-so-herself today.

You always had a thought of her faking her façade to attract your attention but it doesn’t seem to be the case at this moment. The both of you then went to the parking lot, straight to your car as Seoyeonquickly opened the door and thuds onto the seat, diverting your attention to her again as concern paints your face.

“Are you really alright, Yeonie?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just drive us home so we can rest…”

Her reply is colder than ice; her face stern as you’re confused on what got to her to act this strange. Without any hesitation, you just dismissed those thoughts and just focused on driving the both of you home.

*engine starts*

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This day has never been so awkward between you and Seoyeon as the both of you haven’t converse since you started driving. You didn’t mind taking a glance on what she’s doing as you’re focused on driving with nothing else in mind. You’re not feeling any anger or frustration, yet confusion is. She felt strange and you don’t know how to react to it so you just hope for this to end as it starts to ruin your day.

“Yah, Seoyeon-ah, are you-”

Finally having a thought to take a glimpse of her and you're not surprised on what you saw—her sleeping peacefully as her body rests like a panda. You didn’t look too long as you’re driving but you can’t help but giggle at her current state.

“The things you do to me Seoyeon-ah…”

You then dismissed those enervating thoughts earlier as you played your favorite songs on the radio while driving to boost your mood and serotonin throughout the entire course of the ride.

Completely ignoring any distractions, you bobbed your head to the beat of the music as you feel much more reinvigorated than before. It even got to the point that you almost forgot Seoyeon was even there, in the passenger seat, still sleeping peacefully.

It wasn’t such a long ride for the both of you as you just arrived at Seoyeon’s place with just the 8th song finishing its last seconds.

“Yah, we’re—”

You paused as you took a look with flawless features. You just realized how mesmerizing she looks whenever she’s sleeping and you’re in awe of it. You’ll never get tired of seeing her, on how beautiful she looks—her visuals are out of this world. Dismiss the aggression on your voice and wake her up slowly and you did just that. Caress her cheek gently as you softly wake her up, she was met by your gaze as her eyes prettily fluttered, her drowsiness evident from her short, sweet nap.

“We’re here Yeonie~”

“Woa—it was too fast, I wanted to sleep longer…”

“Well, the destination’s not that far from your place which explains why we’re fast. Plus, there was no traffic on our way here. Besides, you can sleep there as long as you want.”

She yawns in front of you as you find her stern face adorable rather than intimidating. With no time to waste, you turned off the engine after parking your car as you thought of opening the door for Seoyeon, making her puzzled and flustered.

“Didn’t know you were a gentleman. Thank you…” she giggled right after she said her sarcastic praise towards your actions. You scuffed as you know how much she loves teasing you but you didn’t mind—you rather found it cute than annoying.

“I’m happy to help, Ms. Lee.” your gentleman-like tone irks her as she lets out another giggle, knowing that you’re teasing her as she’s not offended.

“Ugh, stop it! You’re making me cringe…”

“My apologies then, Ms. Lee.”

“Ugh, stop it!”

Even though you’re playing with her, she couldn’t help but blush with your actions. Seoyeon finds your presentable tone and modulated voice with a hint of jocularity attractive rather than annoying. Not so long after, you opened the door that leads to her house, clicking and unlocking the locks and she rushes and thuds onto the couch.

You, on the other hand, are enthusiastically going around the house as you’re thinking about the possible ways that can make her out of that mood.

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“Bring her one of her favorite chocolates?”

“Nope, that’s the oldest trick in the book.”

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“Maybe, watch some movies with her?”

“I doubt that she’ll even be interested in a single one.”

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“Cook her an early dinner?”

“She’s not really hungry, and she may not even eat it knowing I cooked it—she’s not a big fan of my cooking skills.”

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“Ughhh, it sucks!” you rolled your eyes in disappointment as none of them seemed to work, or so you really thought.

“Hey, calm down, geez! Why the hell are you acting so stressed? Pftt…” Seoyeon snapped as she’s clearly annoyed by her actions. Why would she be annoyed? She made you overthink so much then she’s the one who has the guts to be “pissed”? Well, there’s only a single answer to find a solution out of this peculiar act.

“And why are you acting like that Seoyeon? I don’t know what got into you to act like this.” you snarled at her as you’re now at your breaking point. This was supposed to be a celebration but why is it like the opposite? There’s nothing you can feel but irritation as you glared at Seoyeon, sending shivers down her spine.

As you’re about to go to the kitchen, Seoyeon shouts to stop you as ignored her, not minding anything at the moment as Seoyeon feels like it’s her fault for being like this. Well, maybe it is but you’re also questioning yourself on how the both of you are acting like kids towards each other. Having a second thought, you turned back to go to Seoyeon as a loud splash ringed your eardrums, surprising you on what happened suddenly.

“Surprise!” Numerous people shouted in joy as confetti flew around the room, surprising you with a lot of things as there was a birthday party the day after. You were caught off-guard as you don’t know what to feel at that very moment. Seoyeon was late after chasing you as she caught you, frozen on the spot with an awkward expression.

“I guess, it’s a… Surprise! Hah…”” Seoyeon’s sarcastic tone makes things even awkward as the plan has been ruined. She didn’t know that you’ll break like this as all was just a set-up. You knew something was suspicious once Seoyeon got out of her usual mood today and your speculations were right. You’re surprised to see her friends (Hayoung, Chaeyoung, Jisun, Jiheon and Jiwon) right here at her house to surprise the both of you—originally it was just you yet the plan has been ruined, leaving Seoyeon panicking and surprised about the sudden outcome.

“I’m sorryyyyy…” Seoyeon’s signature pouting tone made you collect your temper and calmed you down from the sudden burst of anger you’ve felt—more like a disappointment. Seoyeon felt bad seeing you like that and she knows she’s the reason behind this—she knows how much you hate people getting shrewish and the ones who always kill the good vibes. Awkwardness still resonates around the room as it’s dead quiet, Seoyeon breaking it by back-hugging you and tip-toeing to rest chin onto your shoulder, making you squeal because of how cute she is. You then face her as a smile of reassurance paints your lips, signaling that you’re fine with it as you hug her in return.

Hayoung and Chaeyoung were frozen on the spot too, holding the confetti poppers as giggles escaped their lips because of how cute the both of you are whilst Jisun, JIheon and Jiwon were teasing the both of you silently as Jiwon breaks the silence, shouting that the both of you should kiss as your cheeks redden. Seoyeon was also moved by what Jiwon had said as she hid her face with her hands, feeling shy as the serotonin was way too much and the pressure from Jiwon is not helping her, at all.

“Unnie! Please, stop it…”

“You two are so cute! The both of you should kiss together and—”

“Yah, Jiwon-ah, let them be! It’s their moment together!” Hayoung playfully scolded Jiwon as she pouts sheepishly, knowing that she’s maybe messing up another moment for the both of you. You didn’t seem to be bothered by her actions and so does Seoyeon—she even feels invigorated by Jiwon’s words.

Without any time to waste, despite the still-awkward aura around the kitchen, Seoyeon invited everyone to celebrate your anniversary as plates and plates of mouth-watering food are displayed on the kitchen table. Your mouth waters by just seeing them as you hurriedly got plates for the girls but Jisun stopped you as she initiated to do preparations instead of you.

“Please Jisun-ah, I’ll prepare the plates, I’m sure all of you got tired from preparing these.”

“No, Oppa, it’s alright. you sit down and relax yourself. Enjoy your time with Seoyeon, okay?”

There’s no other choice but to agree to her as Jisun patted your back, smiling as she got into action on preparing everything as Hayoung initiated to help too.

While the girls are busy preparing, talking and laughing, you divert your attention to Seoyeon who seems uneasy, her fingers fidgeting around the hem of her blouse as she looks at the environment outside, seemingly wandering to an empty abyss.

“Yah, Seoyeon-ah… Are you okay?” you gently said as you approached her, making her gasp and involuntarily startling right after.

“Uhm… I don’t know… I’m—sorry about what I've done earlier.” Seoyeon says apprehensively knowing how much she had pissed you off earlier.

“Hey, Yeonie~” your tone is soft and reassuring, making Seoyeon relieved a little as she’s still not complacent—still worrying about your sudden burst-out earlier.

“Don’t say sorry to me, I should be… I’m sorry for being too sensitive, I just—like, you know? You know—you know me, right?” your tone is uneasy, stuttering because of the overwhelming emotions you feel. She shouldn’t feel bad—she shouldn’t be in the first place, so with all your might, you kissed her on the forehead and embraced her despite the awkwardness the both of you are experiencing.

You pull out of the embrace after a few seconds, knowing how it’ll make you embarrassed as there’s still Seoyeon’s friends, just meters away from the both of you. You’re uncomfortable showing affection towards Seoyeon with others around, so you pull right away, which Seoyeon didn’t mind—she’s also feeling embarrassed upon your act yet it still makes her flustered no matter what.

“Hey you two lovebirds! Come eat some food here!” Jiwon suddenly interrupts, teasing the both of you as Jiheon playfully hits Jiwon because of her sudden actions. Knowing Jiwon wasn’t offended or hurt by Jiheon’s hit, they proceeded to laugh it out as the rest of them joined the fun.

Both of you didn’t seem to mind—Seoyeon is nonchalant and didn’t reciprocate further—as you smiled towards each other, taking a glimpse of her beautiful face and stood up on your seats not so long after.

“Hey, what food do you want? We have some ‘kimchi jjigae’ here, some honey butter-flavored fried chicken here, and you favorite bulgogi—”

Time went slower as her voice is the only sound that echoes around your head. You then take a look at her flawless features: the sharp nose, those kissable lips of hers, her noticeable eyebags that earns her the nickname ‘panda’, those hazel-brown eyes—just everything you can think of: perfection.

“Hey, are you good? Hey!”

“Wha-WHA! Ohh—ohh… Sorry, I was thinking of something, Yeonie…”

She eyed you suspiciously as she pouted right after, knowing that it’s nothing that she should think about thoroughly. Not so long after, you got your plate alongside your chopsticks and fork to indulge in the mouth-watering food you’re dying to eat.

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“Oh gosh, stop being so messy!”

“I can’t help it, Yeonie. It’s way toooooo~ delicious…”

The scattered crumbs and sauce stains are all over your lips as Seoyeon sheepishly clicked her tongue, disappointed because of the mess you’re making—she feels like she’s taking care of a little child as she wipes the stain out off your lips with a tissue.

Minutes and minutes had passed as more chatters and laughs reverberated around the kitchen, you felt euphoric as this has been the best experience you’ve had in your life. You could never ask for more as this is way too much of a celebration—the balloons and confetti that flew over thinking that a birthday party happened, the food and all of the effort exerted is—in your words—unreal. It’s maybe exaggerated—disregarding the serotonin you’re feeling, so are the butterflies on your stomach—yet your feelings are true, true in a way that you’re sincerely grateful and thankful for everything she's done for you, and she’s thinking the same as if your efforts are appreciated by hers.

“Uhm… Seoyeon-ah!”

As the both of you were still talking to each other, Seoyeon was stopped as she turned her head, only to see Jisun waving her hand and telling her that they’ll leave. They also thanked Seoyeon for the food as Seoyeon thanked them for helping them for the not-so-executed surprise for you and also about the planning that made all of this special, in a way.

The façade of your faces changed as the door closed—it wasn’t anything new as the both of you are just shy to reveal your true personalities when it comes to showing affection to others. You then approached Seoyeon and back-hugged her while she’s still busy peeking through the window as she lets out the tiniest, raspy scream you’ll ever hear and it’s way too adorable for you to handle. Her small squeals as you kiss her nape is one of the reasons why she’s the most adorable girl you’ve ever met. Even with her intimidating and daunting demeanor, she’s a soft puffball inside and it balances her looks well—that's according to you.

“Yahh… Aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be? Besides, thank you for the food Yeonie. You don't really need to bother preparing so much.”

“Says the one who treated us in an amusement park and in the cinemas…”

Seoyeon giggled right after her joke towards you, knowing you aren’t offended as you find it rather wholesome.

“Also, I’m still sorry for making you mad.”

“Oh, come on Yeonie, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. You don’t need to say sorry, okay?”

You reassure her once again as a faint smile curved those beautiful lips of hers. In a mere second, you hugged her again as you stroke her hair, letting her know that it’s not her fault but rather, yours. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate as she snuggles her head onto your chest, comfortable that she’s right by your side.

She raised her head, flashing a vibrant smile as her eyes formed a crescent, showing how delightful she’s been feeling. You tucked her hair behind her ear as you kissed her forehead, earning a soft squeal from hers. The both of you pulled away from each other as she initiated to invite you to watch a movie.

“Can we?? Pleaseeee…”

With those puppy-like, crescent eyes combined with her small and captivating tone, how can you decline? Besides, you wanted to watch a couple of movies too as curiosity is the main culprit here. Seoyeon inviting you to watch something isn’t new to you. She invites you and persuades you to try and do something so you’re not surprised yet something baffles you—it baffles you to the fact that she suddenly kisses you on the cheek as her tone’s much more affectionate than before.

Well, maybe it’s because of our anniversary that’s why she’s acting like that—you’re just thankful for seeing such an adorable girl like her lit brighter than the sun and you wouldn’t complain about how she’s acting softer than usual.

“You’re really the best!” Seoyeon exclaims as she hopped on the couch, the loud thud audible as you glared at her, signaling that she should be careful or she’ll be hurt.

“You’re no fun!”

“Just be careful next time Yeonie, gosh. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Awww, he’s suddenly thoughtful about me! How cute is that!” Seoyeon’s mocking tone and her pleading face is enough to make you in awe but you suddenly act cold, playing with her as her face is puzzled, anticipating what could happen next.

“Am I always not thoughtful about you? How can I— not be soft whenever you’re around?” Your cold demeanor is exchanged with your fluttering words that makes Seoyeon blush faintly. You know how to turn on her buttons and so she is towards you but she never saw this coming.

“Stop i-it…”

“AH! You’re blushing!! AHH!”

“Stop!”

You already know that Seoyeon’s flustered once she faces away from you, her hands uneasy and her endearing yet intimidated tone. You always love to see those and you’ll make sure that you’ll treasure those saccharine smiles of hers at all times.

“Yah, aren’t we going to watch a movie?”

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot it when my mind’s all cloud up, all about you.”

“Yeonie, actually—” you held her hand as you endearingly stared right on her hazel-brown eyes, maintaining eye contact to her as you smiled involuntarily, her responding with a faint smile that’s full of enthusiasm, “—can’t we just, rest and cuddle each other?”

Seoyeon’s facial expressions changed faster than the speed of light; the utmost happiness can be felt just by seeing her smile as her delightful aura emanated, making you smile and feel the same happiness as she does. In just a few seconds, Seoyeon hugged you as you were pushed onto the couch, making you squeal lightly as you were shocked by her sudden action.

“I’m so glad to have you.”

“I’m glad too, Yeonie.”

A quick peck on Seoyeon’s lips is enough to show your affection towards her as her cheeks flushed rosy-pink. Both of you exchanged smiles as you break the silence, interrupting this wholesome moment which she didn’t seem to bother.

“I’m also glad your acting skills got better compared to a month ago—I think you should audition now, Yeonie…”

“Stop it!” she annoyingly responded and giggled right after. Knowing that she isn’t affected vastly, you laughed as she smiled back at you.

Whoa—those beautiful curved lips forming a saccharine smile should be always treasured, and you’ll promise to yourself that you’ll do, no matter how bitter or sweet everything can be.

“I love you…” your lips involuntarily shaped with the flow of those words as Seoyeon didn’t hesitate—nor got shocked—to reply back.

“I love you too…”

You then cupped her cheek—your eyes looking at her lovingly—as her hazel-brown eyes shining upon the not-so-dimness the room was emanating. Without any second being wasted, you pecked her lips and caressed your finger on her cheek as you enveloped her with your embrace, finding warmth on this cold, breezy and especially, the most memorable day in your life.

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bluegekk0 · 5 months

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I’ve been getting hella into Hollow Knight lately, becoming obsessed with Grimm as a result— and seeing your art gave me the serotonin I needed <3!!

I love how you draw Pale King like a lil gecko it’s absolutely adorable 😭😭😭

I also just read your FPK AU thing, is lewk the child of FPK and Grimm? If so, are they born after the events of the game?

hi! i'm so happy to hear that, and thank you!!

yes, he is their son born after the infection. if you want to read more about each of the main characters, this post has short bios for each of them. there are going to be much more detailed pages for them in the "au info" link in my bio, alongside other details. only the main timeline page and grimm's bio have anything written on them, and neither of them is finished, but you still can read whatever is there (might only work on desktop tumblr though)

i also have this work in progress timeline for the au which puts the most important events in order. i still want to tweak some things and add certain events i missed, such as the end of the infection (though it happened within days after fpk woke up from hibernation)

and of course i'm always willing to answer any questions you may have!

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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stardustlyssa · 7 months

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Two Sides of the Sigil

MORE STARLOW HEHEHEHEH … still not the best BUT whatever. I love my sillies.

quick synopsis: It's been close to a month since Marlow met Steve after he saved her from a near-assault. He has walked her home from work nightly since then, and the two have started to share conversations on these walks. After Marlow is brought to tears by a bard's street performance, Steve discovers that the coven sigils may harm more than they supposedly help.

also a silly little doodle because i can't resist a lil bit of angst. kinda simple because i be busy asf.

note: i am bad at transitioning from sad moment to happy moments in writing still, pls forgive the goofs. this is all mostly for my silly brain to get serotonin more than anything

“You ready to head out, Marlie?” Steve’s voice echoed across the empty tavern as he called out to Marlow, who was finishing her closing tasks.

Once she put away the last of the freshly washed glasses, she turned to him and nodded replying, “Yes, I believe that’s everything.”

She grabbed her bag from under the counter before meeting Steve at the door, where the scout had chosen to stand and wait while she took care of cleaning the building.

“You know you’re welcome to sit, right?” She elbowed him softly. Steve chuckled, crossing his arms and shaking his head firmly.

“Nope! I gotta make sure no creeps come in and steal you from me.” He moved one arm to his hip and raised the other to point at Marlow. “This pretty lady is under Steve’s protection.”

Marlow giggled, moving to Steve’s side to take his arm. “If you insist. Anyways, we should be going.”

Steve nodded as he grabbed the door for his companion, staying close beside her while she locked the door. Tonight was particularly busy, with a clear full moon lighting up the town. The night market was in full swing just a few blocks over, driving in a sizable crowd of visitors and vendors. Once Marlow had finished locking up her tavern, Steve once again offered his arm for her to take. He enjoyed the way she held onto him as they walked, honored to be responsible for her safety.

“Oh my, the moon is so pretty tonight!” Marlow spoke up as the started to walk, gazing up at the bright night sky above them.

“It is, but it’s not as pretty as you!” Steve replied. Marlow blushed, looking away. She mouthed something along the lines of ‘…not that pretty’ under her breath, which Steve scoffed at. “Yes you are. You’re very pretty.”

The playful flirting started at some point a week or so before, neither could recall when exactly. But Marlow didn’t mind the comments, in fact they made her feel quite warm and fuzzy when they were delivered to her. Steve simply enjoyed teasing her, but he did believe everything he said. She was one of the prettiest girls he had met, hands down.

“W-well, you’re prettier.” Marlow retorted with little thought. Not a second after processing what she said, her face grew redder as she tried to walk it back. “I-I mean—“

Her fumbling was cut off by Steve’s boisterous laughter. He was not anticipating her argumentative response, one where she called him pretty at that. Marlow couldn’t tell if he was laughing at her or what she had said, apologizing sheepishly if it had made things weird. Steve shook his head, wiping an imaginary tear from his mask.

“Ah, Titan. You are a catch, Marlow.”

Steve gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Marlow looked up at him, still embarrassed but offering a smile to let him know she was alright. The two continued walking, enjoying the good weather and taking glances at the different street vendors they passed.

Though they were not inside of the Night Market itself, a variety of nocturnal vendors who offered more palatable goods had settled themselves in the roads and alleys outside of the main square. Among these were local and individual creators selling a variety of goods, a way to make some extra pocket money with a niche audience. Some of these creators did not make physical goods, but offered entertainment in the form of street performances. This was the case as Steve and Marlow approached a bard on the corner of two intersections, who had started to play a song on their violin as the two approached. The tune was somber but heartfelt, an emotional melody which captivated those listening to it. Marlow had stopped in her tracks when the melody echoed out, and Steve assumed she wished to listen to the song. A crowd had gathered fast to listen to the impromptu concert, distracting Steve as he grew concerned of his and Marlow’s surroundings. By the time he had felt comfortable assuming that there were no visible threats to Marlow in the crowd, the song had concluded. Applause erupted. Steve looked down to Marlow to ask her if she wished to stay, but froze when he saw her face.

Big tears had welled up in Marlow’s eyes, rolling down her face uncontrollably. Her expression was one of heartbreak and a deep sadness that made Steve’s heart twist in guilt. What happened? Why was she crying? Steve was a calm person but it worried him greatly to see her so upset. Not wishing to make a scene in the crowd, he slipped his hand into hers with a gentle squeeze. Marlow jumped, having spaced out before Steve reached for her hand. He tugged her softly, his way of asking if she wanted to leave. She nodded weakly, feeling overwhelmed as the crowd around them swelled. Steve quickly pulled her out of the intersection and guided her down their path once more, searching for somewhere quiet. Finding an empty bench some distance away, tucked in an old alley, Steve quickly sat Marlow down, kneeling in front of her. He took both of her hands in his, looking up at her.

“Hey, Marlow... what happened?”

He spoke to her as quietly as he could, trying desperately to soothe her. Marlow bit her lip, trying to stop her tears to no avail. Steve reached up, pulling her glasses off and sitting them in her lap. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped her face, trying to help soothe her. His efforts were in vain as she continued to cry, small whimpers escaping her mouth as she tried to speak.

“It’s ok. We can just sit until you feel better,” he stood up and moved to sit beside Marlow, pulling her into a hug, his cape wrapped around her. “I got you.” He whispered, rubbing her hand with his thumb.

They sat there silently, save for the echoes of the town’s night life and Marlow’s crying. She had tucked herself into Steve’s side, her head buried in his chest as she tried to hide herself from whatever had upset her so terribly. Steve rested his head on hers and waited for her to calm down, occasionally reminding her that ‘Steve’s here’ or ‘Steve’s got you.’ It was the most he could do.

It felt like hours had passed, but it had likely only been ten minutes give or take. Marlow’s whimpers had subsided, and her tears finally slowed, but she remained glued to Steve’s side and his arms remained tight around her. He offered Marlow his handkerchief again, which she quietly took to wipe her eyes before putting her glasses back on. She sat for a moment, playing with the thumbs while she tried to find her words. Seeing she was calmed down now, Steve checked in again, still worried.

“You doing better now?” His voice was still quiet. She nodded, sighing shakily.

“Kind of. I’m still sad.”

“It’s ok,” he said, not wanting Marlow to feel like she had to pretend she was ok for him. “Did I do something…?” He asked more sheepishly, still knowing what had gone wrong exactly.

Marlowe shook her head. “No, no it wasn’t you. Hearing— no, watching that performance just made me sad.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief, glad he hadn’t upset Marlow. Still, he could not help but wonder why the performance moved her to such intense tears. “You wanna talk about it?”

Marlowe paused for a moment, thinking, but nodded. “I think it will help to get it off my chest.”

Steve let her take her time to find her words and sort her thoughts. Marlowe moved to sit beside him, leaning against him. Steve kept his arm around the small of her waist, not wishing to let go of her.

Marlowe leaned back and took a deep breath, before exhaling. “I used to be on the bard track, back when I attended Hexside. My sister convinced me to change to it from potions because I loved singing and I loved watching the bards performed when they came to town.”

Marlowe looked off into the distance, reminiscing on her time in school with her sister. A faint smile appeared on her face as she remembered the happiness she felt when Principal Bump approved her track change.

“I was doing really well, and because I was showing a lot of promise I was put into this special event with some other classmates… I think it was called Helping Enhance Coven Knowhow…? Something wordy like that. It used to be this straightforward sort of competition, but after Terra Snapdragon took over, it got really, really intense. The schools got a lot more desperate to bring ribbons home as well, so the competition was pretty rough. I really didn’t want to go, but my mom told me if I didn’t she would force me to change back to potions.”

Marlow sighed, gripping the hem of her shorts stressfully. Steve rubbed circles into her back, waiting for her to continue speaking.

“Terra said she intended to use the event as a way to find potential coven heads and recruits. I think I also heard some of the scouts saying it was all modeled off of their training. I don’t know how true it was, but what we had to do was really intense.”

Steve felt himself grow stiff when Marlow mentioned the similarity of the event to scout training, an ordeal he himself would never wish on his worst enemies. Many scouts that could not succeed were left severely injured or worse, and Steve himself was only 16 when his training began. Thinking of someone like Marlow, who was never on the path to handle such intense exercises, made him feel queasy. Though it pained him, Steve did not interrupt. He wanted Marlow to have the time to speak for herself.

“I really don’t remember everything that well. I sort of blocked it out of my memory after the fact because it was so scary. I just know by the end of it, everyone at Hexside was out except for me. Apparently the first year she hosted it, she got the idea to set up whoever was left in a witch’s duel. I was matched with two grudgby players from St. Epiderm’s and Glandus who were a lot stronger and meaner than me. I was so scared— all I wanted to do was run away but I was trapped. Terra put these… thorny shrubs around us and would close them in if we weren’t getting close enough. I panicked and did whatever I could to fight them off but they knew they had an advantage over me physically. I don’t really know what happened, they knocked me out and I had to stay in the infirmary for a while because they beat me up really bad. That part was awful, but what made it worse was how everyone ostracized me for failing them. My classmates thought I embarrassed the bard track by losing so badly, and everyone who I thought was my friend just up and left. My mom told me I had to switch back to potions, and I honestly thought people would leave me alone if I quit the bard track. It didn’t change much though. My sister just kept begging me to ignore them and my mom but I couldn’t. I felt like I failed all of them.”

She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

“I thought about joining the bard coven again after I graduated, but my mom got sick around that time. My sister made it clear she was joining the beastkeeping coven and wouldn’t help my mom after the years of trouble we had. I felt like I owed her for messing up though, and I didn’t think joining the potions coven would hurt me. But the sigil takes away any magic you ‘don’t need.’ Since potions doesn’t require magic, the sigil pulls any excess magic energy from its host. It felt like I had the life drained from me. I can’t even cast basic spells anymore…”

Marlow leaned into Steve, who stopped rubbing her back to give her shoulder a squeeze. “How did the sigil mess up your love for music? I mean— you couldn’t do bard magic anymore, but you can still sing, right?” He inquired, more out of curiosity than anything. Marlow looked at him, teary-eyed, and shook her head no.

“No, I can’t. I tried for days but I lost my voice. The instruments I liked to play required bard magic to carry their sound as well. Music fulfilled my life. It was my dream to perform and I had that taken from me.”

She wiped her eyes as they grew watery once more. Steve was quiet, stunned from what he was told. Sigils were supposed to be helpful, right? It was to prevent people from doing bad things, to get rid of wild magic. That was what the Titan wanted, at least according to Belos. But here, nestled up beside him, sat a sweet, well-intentioned girl who unknowingly sacrificed her own dreams and future to help her estranged mother. She had no clue that her choice meant giving away what she loved to do.

Steve took a breath, gathering his thoughts so he could focus on Marlow. The questions could wait until after she was feeling better.

“That… that really sucks. I’m so sorry, Marlie. I wish I was able to do something more to help you.” He wasn’t quite sure how to console her in this moment. Steve spoke quietly, feeling somewhat insecure in his own ability to be Marlow’s protector in this moment.

Marlow could sense the damper in his mood. She hugged him tightly, looking over to face him.

“Oh, Steve… you’ve already helped me so much. You’ve taken time out of your nights for the past month just to help me get home safe, and you didn’t hesitate to help me when I got upset tonight. I feel a lot better now that I was able to get all of it off of my chest.”

Admittedly Marlow wasn’t sure how to handle this sort of situation either, having only spoken so deeply about her trauma with her sister before now. Steve looked back at her and seemed to perk up when he saw her smile. His arms slipped around her waist as he pulled her in for an extra tight hug.

“Aww, Mars. You know I would never leave you hanging like that. You’re the best part of my night.” Steve attested, grinning to himself as Marlow smiled in reaction to his upbeat response.

“Thank you, Steve…” Marlow said as she melted into the hug, comforted by how safe she felt in his arms. Having finally allowed herself to relax, she began to remember how tired she was, a yawn escaping her lips as she grew drowsy.

“Getting sleepy?” He hummed, still holding her close. Marlow responded with a soft ‘mhm’ under her breath, which was all Steve needed to hear. “Alright, let’s get you home.”

Marlow squirmed as she tried to sit up, intending to stand and walk back home, but Steve quickly interjected.

“Girl, you’ve been through enough today. Let me carry you, please?” He asked, tilting his head slightly as if to plead to her. Marlow nodded, completely unopposed to the thought of being carried home at the moment.

Picking her up bridal style, Steve made quick work making the rest of the trip to Marlow’s home. She was almost completely out by now, having handed Steve her keys beforehand. After he unlocked the door and slipped the boots off of her feet and had her purse placed on a hook by the door, he took no time to find her room, tucking her into bed. He had done the same for his younger brother Matt plenty of times when he was younger, so this was no trouble.

After placing her glasses on the nightstand beside her, and double checking to make sure she was comfy, Steve knelt down beside Marlow, running his fingers through her hair.

“You all good, sleepyhead?” He whispered to Marlow. She mumbled something he couldn’t hear before drifting off. He smiled, standing back up.

“G’night, Marlie.”

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//little bonus outtake. Steve feeling emotions and deciding to find a therapist LMAO

Steve’s thoughts continued to weigh heavy on him for the duration of his shift. He couldn’t help but feel partially responsible for what happened to Marlow, having been a devout follower of the Emperor. He always assumed that the Titan wanted covens so everyone could be safe and happy, but Marlow cried in his arms for nearly an hour because of the standards that the covens had set, and because a coven sigil would later take away so much of her magic. ‘I can’t even cast basic spells anymore.’ Her statement echoed in his mind. What if something fell on her when she was alone and she couldn’t cast a levitation spell that was strong enough to catch it? What if the power went out and she couldn’t cast a light spell? She runs a bar, for Titan’s sake, she needs that energy to lift bottles off of shelves and countless other tasks.

It made Steve feel a lot of emotions that were not normal for him. Anger, sadness, confusion. He lived a life of outspoken confidence in himself and what he did, loudly declaring his pride in serving such a great Emperor to Marlow, his brother, EVERYONE. But now he kind of felt like a huge jerk. That was never the kind of guy Steve wanted to be.

He sighed, questioning if he was overthinking or if there was some sort of reason for all of this, but everything in his mind continued to scramble.

Thunk.

Steve had run into a wall in his moment of distraction. Looking up, he found himself face to face with a flyer for a local therapist that was pasted to the surface.

‘Bonesborough Counseling Center. We’re here to listen!’

Well, he did need someone to listen, and he knew the coven appointed counselors in the palace would be of no help for him. Maybe they would be able to help him figure out how to process what he was dealing with! Taking one of the tabs off of the flyer, Steve tucked it into his pocket before heading back to the palace.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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BROO ALL MY FAVORITE WRITERS ARE OPENING THE INBOX, CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY FR OK OK SO JJBA part 3 Stardust crusaders headcannons (I'm so original, I know) everyone lives au (bc if I simply close my eyes no one died on that journey, it DIDN'T HAPPEN) I like to think the crusaders and reader meet up again after like a year or two after the journey, and I just wanna see reactions of everyone seeing eachother again, the reader looking totally different (for the better!!) And all I can think about is just the shenanigans they'll all get up to after not seeing eachother for like two years. (They kept in touch via letters mostly!) I like to think Jotaro and Kakyoin actually see eachother everyday because Kak tranferred schools :') so they besties. Platonic crusaders give me so much serotonin. You can pick whatever theme you want on what they'd all do, (maybe Christmas themed since its getting close to that time?? Up to you though!!)

I LITERALLY LOVE THAT I AM THE ONE TO REVIVE THE CRUSADERS!!! I love this idea and have some great headcanons, so thank you for the request!!!

seriously tho, i love this idea

you were very pleased to get a letter from Holly inviting you over to her home

it had been over two years since you had seen the crusaders last, the only words spoken to each other through brief letters sent back and forth

you were expecting to only see jotaro and maybe kakyoin because the letter was from holly and only asked you to come over for a week

it was also perfect timing because it was right around christmas, so you had bought a bunch of gifts, not knowing who else would be there

you showed up to the house and were immediately greeted by holly and a big hug as she took the gifts from you, putting them under a small tree she had set up for the season

you and her ended up talking for a little while about what you had been up to and she told you that you looked fantastic!!

after a bit, you heard the door open and stood up to find not only jotaro at the door, but kakyoin as well!

you ran over to them and jumped in their arms

they both looked at you in shock, telling you how good you looked and you said the same

you thought it was nice that jotaro and kakyoin had each other after something like egypt because that was quite the experience

seeing them smiling together made you really happy

you handed them two presents that you thought they would like and they opened it rapidly with bright smiles on their faces thanking you

surprisingly, you guys dont talk about your travels to egypt, instead you all talk about what you're currently up to

and then suddenly, you hear a ring at the door

holly opens it and you werent even prepared for the attack of iggy jumping on you and giving you kisses all over your face. you giggled and hugged him, soon getting a small kiss on the cheek from polnareff, telling you how great you look

you sat up completely and saw all of the group and couldnt help but smile

everyone was here again

avdol looked great, bringing some tarot cards to do everyone's reading

joseph was still the same

and polanreff had a bright look on his face, very happy to be surrounded by everyone again

he had been the most lonely only with iggy, so he's just super thrilled to be back

you gave everyone their corresponding presents and you even got some yourself

you ended up all having dinner and talking before you all worked hard to clean up together, splashing dish water on each other and using your stands to play tag or hide and seek

you all ended up staying up until midnight watching some really bad movie and all ending up in weird positions falling asleep in each other's arms

the rest of the week was great, walking all around jotaro's hometown and telling each other jokes

there were small mentions of your time in egypt, but for now, you were building a new future together <333

~~~~~

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#i loved this one #thank you for the request!!!#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #platonic jjba #platonic #sdc #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #mohammad avdol #joseph joestar #jjba part 3

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yutaabyss · 2 years

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hii sinc reqs are open csn i get a haechan or yangyang college friends to lovers w fluff and smut if your up to it

so sorry for the late answer!

requested/ tooth-rotting love

characters: haechan x female!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: slight dry humping, cum, unprotected sex, oral (f), brief choking

author’s note: sorry for the late answer but I hope you enjoy!

It was actually humiliating watching him give a presentation over the assignment, which he knew nothing about, but at the same time, he was slightly endearing with how hard he was trying. You sat in the middle of the lecture hall trying not to laugh at your best friend Donghyuck as he gave it his all. I mean, theoretically, he wasn’t completely butchering it, but everyone in the room could definitely tell he had no fucking clue what he was talking about. For you though, this was pure entertainment, and the little waves of some unknown lovey feeling in your chest were all the serotonin you’d need for the rest of the semester.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee, for your very interesting take on global warming,” your professor squinted his eyes as he tried to understand what the fuck Donghyuck was presenting. “I’ll see you all next week where we will be continuing presentations.” You stood up making your way down the stairs with your and Donghyuck’s things. “That was amazing Hyuck,” you snorted, tossing him his bag and car keys. “Did I ever tell you I actually hate you?” he grimaced at you. “I think you meant to say love,” pinching his cheek, you led the way out of the lecture. Donghyuck followed behind you, his face slightly red from your teasing, he smiled to himself. “Where to?” he asked, jogging a little to catch to you. “My apartment, I don’t want my presentation to go like whatever yours was,” he rolled his eyes at you as you laughed, “Yeah, fuck you.”

“Do you even have a plan?” Donghyuck barged back into your bedroom snacks. “Umm, did you?” he opened then closed his mouth, standing silently. “Exactly.” He jumped on your bed, snuggling his head into your thigh, and began whining. “Mmm, Y/N, you’re supposed to be nice to me,” he jutted his bottom lip out. “Says you. You literally said you hated me then told me to fuck myself,” you shoved his head off your leg. “It was in the heat of the moment, I only feel tooth-rotting love for you,” he moved his head back onto your thigh, kissing your skin before he even processed what he was doing. “Did you just kiss my thigh?” you stiffened a little, the waves picking up in your heart. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t e-even realize,” he stuttered out, not moving his head from its place, too scared to see your face. You looked down at him, “it’s fine.” You could tell he was embarrassed by the way he just lay there. Anytime Hyuck got embarrassed he’d get very still and quiet…and this time it was making you increasingly nervous. “At least your lips were soft,” you breathily laughed out, an attempt to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere. Donghyuck rolled over, his head still on your leg but now looking at you. His heart was actually fucking pounding right now but it was now or never he told himself.

He pushed himself up slightly, his face inches from yours as his hand cradled the back of yours. You breathed out as the waves picked up more, Donghyuck’s lips suddenly engulfing yours in a soft yet heated kiss. Your hand gripped his wrist as his tongue swiped against your lips. The waves in your chest were crashing all over each other. Donghyuck pulled back, pushing you down onto your fluffy pillows and climbing over you. His eyes stared into yours, love dazed as his wildest dreams were coming true, “Is this okay?” he whispered out. You looked back at him, equally as entranced, and nodded yes to him as he began to push your legs apart to make room for his body. His slender fingers caressed your face as he moved his lips against yours again. This time he was more desperate like you’d slip away or he’d wake from a dream at any moment because let’s be honest he had dreamt about this almost every night since he’d met you freshmen year. The friendzone had been his permanent home so he believed, but this? This is where he really wanted to live. Your hands traveled to his hair, pulling him closer to you, which was nearly impossible given he was literally about to suffocate you with how deep he was kissing you. Pushing your hips up against him, you felt his bulge right against your core, causing you to clench around nothing. Donghyuck let out the sweetest moan you’d ever heard in your life at the contact. Fuck it, you thought, throwing all shame out the window upon hearing his whines. “I’m so wet Hyuckie,” you whined right in his ear, his hips dropping to yours and humping slightly, his jeans constricting him too much for his own liking. “Fuck baby, you want me to help you?” his fingers gripped your waist as he pushed his clothed dick against you. “Please Hyuck,” you licked his neck before you bit his golden skin.

He sat up and pulled his t-shirt off, his hands rushing to undo his pants and free himself from the awful constraints. You pulled your dress off throwing it with Donghuck’s clothes, his eyes scanning down your body slowly, taking in your almost naked body. He could cum just looking at you in your bra and panties, and honestly, he was about to before he snapped out of the lustful haze he fell under. “God, you’re more beautiful than I pictured,” he whispered more to himself but you heard it anyway. “Do you think about me like this Hyuck?” you sat up moving toward his enthralled state. He gulped as you neared in closer to him, your hand gripping his and guiding it to your throat. “Tell me,” you egged him on gasping out when he tightened his hand slightly. “All the fucking time,” his eyes fogged over, mind moving fast trying to decide how he wanted to play this. “Me too,” the way you moaned those two words drove him crazy. His eyes rolled closed as he breathed deeply trying to collect himself before he lost his mind. You unclipped your bra for him moving to pull your panties off but Donghyuck stopped you. “I wanna take those off,” his breath was hot against your ear. Laying back down, Donghyuck pushed your legs apart again but this time he moved so his face was right in front of your pussy, your black panties leaving little to the imagination. He kissed your clit over the silky fabric, mouthing against your wetness. “Hyuck, please just-” you sighed, “take them off already.” He ignored your request for a little longer until he got fed up too, yanking your underwear off and spreading your legs wider. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for how good you were about to feel; his tongue licked up your pussy, lips staying to suck on your clit. The sounds he made as he ate you out were more than sinful, his fingers gripping your thighs, hips rutting against your covers as he got harder from the taste. You moaned as you gripped his hair and tried to press your hips up. Donghyuck suddenly pulled away, “can’t wait any longer,” he practically growled as he pulled his boxers off and rubbed his cock between your folds. He threw his head back, dick thrusting into you. “Y/N,” he moaned your name, something you never fully knew you needed. “Hyuck, harder,” his hips stuttered at your request, quickly pulling himself together to oblige your wishes. His grip tightened on your already bruised hips, fucking you like it was his last day on earth like he hadn’t cum in years and this was his one chance to release. Your hands pulled on your sheets for some sort of stability but even then you couldn’t control any part of you. Donghyuck suddenly grabbed your hands and pressed them next to your head, holding them. The moment started to feel more intimate as Donghyuck kissed you sweetly, contrary to his rearranging of your guts, his hands holding yours. “I’m so close baby,” he whined into your lips eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. “Cum in me,” you pulled one hand from his to stroke his cheek, the same one you’d coincidentally pinched earlier. “I want you to cum in me Donghyuck,” you almost lost your mind as you came around him, your own words too hot to handle. “Fuck,” he moaned out loudly, hips pressing hard into you as strips of white poured into you. You ran your fingers through his hair to comfort him as he came off his high. For Donghyuck, it was almost too much to handle feeling you all around him like this. “Hyuck,” you called his name sweetly, hand still running through the tresses of his brown locks. “Sorry, I just need a minute,” he leaned his head on your shoulder as he pulled out, grunting at how sensitive he felt after it was all done. He was still holding one of your hands, gripping it harder than before trying his best to ground himself and come back to reality.

Cum gushed out of your pussy, running down your thighs as you sat up gently so as to not startle Donghyuck. After sitting up, and forcing yourself to ignore how messy your lower half felt, you embraced him in your arms. “Are you okay?” you questioned him after a little too much silence. “Yeah, I’m just actually in love with you,” he finally looked up at you. He looked dead serious it made you scared none of this was real. Did your best friend actually mean that or was he on a post orgasm high spewing nonsense? As if he could hear your thoughts his face softened, “I mean it Y/N, and I meant it earlier when I said all I have is tooth-rotting love for you,” he rubbed the back of your hand in reassurance. “I love you too Hyuck, no, I’m in love with you too,” you shook your head. Finally, you said to yourself, all those nights of wishing and praying he wanted you too finally paid off. He kissed you briefly before getting off the bed, “come on, let's take a shower, you have my cum all over your thighs,” he pointed at your legs. “Don’t remind me I let my best friend cum in me,” you fake gagged. “Hey!,” he whined, “you practically begged me too.” You rolled your eyes, “don’t remind me of that either,” standing up he was quick to shove you. “Why? Are you embarrassed you wanted me so bad?” he teased you further. “I don’t like you,” you were seconds from killing him. Before you could he grabbed your face kissing you, “that’s okay, I like you.” You fake gagged again, running to the bathroom and closing the door on him. “And since you wanted to make fun of me, you can shower alone,” you shouted over the water turning on. “Why are you so mean to me all the time?” he cried through the door.

Next Wednesday had finally arrived and you were actually fucked. You had truly intended to do your best on this presentation but the rest of your week prior to today had been spent fucking Donghyuck. Now you were about to suffer the consequences of your horny actions. “Thank you, Miss. Y/L/N for this very interesting take on the evolution of the galaxy,” your professor squinted as he tried to understand what the fuck you just talked about. “That’s it for presentations, I’ll see you all next week with a new concept.”

“That was riveting babe, I especially liked the part where you had no clue what you were talking about,” Donghyuck patted your head, carrying your things out of the lecture hall. “You’re an asshole, it’s literally your fault,” you shoved his hand away from you. “What? couldn’t focus this past week?” He smirked at you as you turned toward him. “And for that, you can fuck your hand for the rest of this one,” you grabbed his keys from him and ran. “Wait! I was only joking babe! Don’t do this to me,” he ran after you.

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rarepears · 2 years

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Forsaken Ninja's Self Saving System.

I will be honest, I almost went feral. The rush of serotonin this just gave me left me lightheaded. Also, I petition for Hatake Sakumo to win OroYuan's hand in marriage. I know SY is canonically oblivious to his orientation but I feel that he shouldn't be /as/ dense. Like, a smidgen quicker at realizing that he likes the guy.

But to counter the fact that he's not in a stallion novel, he's still massively distracted by all his new kids. This sick 20-something, who has likely never interacted for long with babies, now has, like, 20 of them and he's expected to experiment on them.

And on that note, he's desperately trying to figure out a way to rat out Danzo without marking himself for death. Well, more than a Sanin that everyone on the other side would really like to kill off and can be conveniently blamed if OroYuan ends up dead.

If this is during the war, after he's already experimenting, that means Nawaki already died (ps, Oro was his jounin sensei, so extra whump for the Sanins) so Oro was already looking into ways to bring Nawaki back. Maybe he remembers more about Edo Tensei so he can bring Nawaki back sooner so Tsunade comes back. Unless you want OroYuan to decide not to play God. Or make it a System Task since that was one of Oro's life goals, beyond getting his parents back from the Reincarnation cycle.

Maybe he sends a message to Jiraiya telling him to pack up his Ame kids (Konan, Nagato and Yahiko, the OG Akatsuki) and get his ass back to Konoha. Or maybe he tells Kushina that Jiraiya found an Uzumaki and isn't bringing him back to Konoha. That'll fix That problem.

Anyways, for Sakumo. He's pack minded. All those little puppies he can enjoy. OroYuan may have snakes he can summon to babysit, but snakes vs wolves/dogs? (I can't remember which Sakumo had) Scaly vs fluffy? Sakumo is the favorite. Plus, Sakumo's summons are happier puppy sitting than OroYuan's snakes are to watch the hatchlings. Also, I really ship OroSakumo. OroYuan's main hangup in this (beyond having to accept he's at least bi 🙄) is he's a single father of 20. Sakumo thinks this is fine. He's a dying clan anyway, new blood welcomed. (Same for Oro) Anyways, OroYuan is very pretty and tries his best with his new orphanage (that can be the cover story OroYuan is rolling with).

Also, I really want him to set things up to fuck over Danzo and Sarutobi. I know Oro wanted the Hat but OroYuan is like, Dictator with 20 kids and having to do research to help improve Konoha? Hahaha, no. Minato can keep the Hat. In fact, OroYuan is /invested/ in keeping Minato in power. After all, Minato purged (to an extent) Danzo's ROOT program. OroYuan just has to point out a few hidden bases here and there. Plus making sure Minato knows about whatever Danzo's using to keep his agents quiet. I forget if it's the tongue seal at this point. (An argument was made that Oro also had a seal put on him and that was part of why he went crazy, since it wasn't perfect and Oro was already mentally and emotionally unstable after losing his parents as a toddler, his jounin sensei losing trust in his humanity (that no one nurtured), his best friend runs off during the war and vanishes, his genin all die in the war, Tsunade leaving him after he let (couldn't save) her brother die, being overlooked by his sensei for the Hat when he's been the only one of his team who stayed for Jiraiya's student, and the civilians (and some other ninjas) are scared of his looks so he's always isolated) Anyways, his time at Konoha is not fun. But Sakumo takes care of all of his teammates, which is what was used to kick off the 3rd War. So he would be accepting of Oro/OroYuan.

If OroYuan wants to improve everything (if the System let's him) he could do "recon" and find out that there's a captured Uchiha and Konoha should rescue them ASAP. If Obito is in the Mountains Graveyard, I believe that it's close enough to Konoha to make them worried so twice as likely to actually do something. Hopefully, that can derail Tobi. But that's for future OroYuan to worry about.

Right now, Minato and his generation are probably chunin or thereabouts. So OroYuan can't even count on Minato to take over yet. Maybe he can install Sakumo as the Yondaime. After all, he was in the running before Danzo sabotaged him and he killed himself. So OroYuan still ends up as a dictators husband. Just one that is actually like by his people and probably doesn't blow off his work so much.

Shen Yuan quickly learns and masters Kage Bushin No Jutsu - one caretaker for every wailing baby, naturally. Oh and a clone to help him wash all that long silky black hair so that it remains silky.

(No, you don't want to know how much conditioner and shampoo he goes through every month to wash out all that baby drool.)

And well, this is a ninja village who does notice Orochimaru's increase in shampoo and conditioner purchases... and they spy on his baby supply shopping spree.

The ninja-moms quickly rope Orochimaru into their mother association meetings. Some people even come up to Orochimaru, un solicitated, to give him well intended baby care advise.

As Shen Yuan is already extremely overwhelmed about babies... he's very grateful for all this unsolicited advice because he's starting from like. Step -100.

Ninja-babies are HARD to take care of, okay? He has to deal with baby chakra monsters and bloodlines popping out at inopportune times. Especially when one baby start throwing tantrums and sobbing like the world is ending, a chain reaction begins and now Shen Yuan has a whole orchestra of screaming babies to handle.

And with chakra comes a whole new set of autoimmune disorders (related to chakra) that Shen Yuan gets to explore and learn about. First hand. Yippee /s

He's also busy trying to figure out more about Orochimaru's backstory since he didn't read that much of Naruto. And, like, this is the prequel and stuff. So many strange faces and unknown names floating around that he doesn't recognize as being in canon timeline.

Plus all the experiments he's running. He's got a lot of ideas of trying to recreate a lot of modern medicine techniques and technology into this world.

Anyways, this is to say that Shen Yuan is very appreciative of the support he's getting from the village and it shows... so people are now less nervous about going up to the snake sanin. This does wonders for Orochimaru's reputation in the village.

It also uh... starts a Orochimaru fangroup.

Anyways, with 20 kids on his hands and being an introvert surrounded by just too many fucking people day in and day out, Shen Yuan isn't going to be hunting down Jiraiya anytime soon.

Out of sight, out of mind, and Shen Yuan doesn't like perverts around him. Or influencing his kids.

Baby minds are much too malleable and can learn bad habits early on after all.

He doesn't mind Jiraiya's kid hanging around though. Minato makes a great assistant, fetching groceries and putting in orders for more baby supplies.

And then there's the really nice ninja who keeps bringing his large dogs over to cuddle the babies.

For all that Shen Yuan feels overwhelmed, he feels quite supported by the group of people he has around them. They are even helping him with naming the babies!

Oh Shen Yuan...

(Just wait for him to realize that those large dogs are, in fact, wolves. Oh and both Minato and Sukumo have crushes on him. But that's not happening any time soon.)

[More in the #shen yuan transmigrates into orochimaru's body and the naruto universe instead au]

#sukumo #minato #minato namikaze #svsss au #svsss #svsss ideas #scumbag self saving system #shen yuan #orochimaru #naruto idea #naruto #shen yuan transmigrates into orochimaru's body and the naruto universe instead au

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Music Boy - Eddie M.

Summary:After multiple failed dates and relationships you’ve given up dating all together until you bump into a cute metalhead at the music store you frequent who also happens to be the towns outcast.

Warnings: fluff, Eddie and reader being nervous and awkward, Eddie being Eddie

Characters: fem!reader, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson.

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You slide your lunch tray across the wooden table and sit down with your chin in your fist. "Listen, your dating life isn't that awful, you'll meet someone y/n." Robin says her mouth moving at 60 miles per second as she slides in next to you. Your dating life has been the hot subject since second period, but it's not the enchanted Disney movie you'd expected it to be. In fact, it's the entire opposite

You murmur, poking at the mystery meat on your lunch tray, "I don't know Robin, maybe I'm destined to be alone forever." Every date or relationship you've ever been in has been awful; the people were either trying to get in your pants or were just outright douches. You've experienced everything Hawkins has to offer and you don't want to live some depressing life with two kids, a husband you don't even love, and a house on the end of a cul de sac, “Listen that’s a bunch of bull and you know it I mean there’s nothing wrong with not being in a relationship.”

“Easy for you to say you're dating Vicky,” Robin shrugs her shoulders while grinning apprehensively. As she places your fork on the lunch plate, you roll your eyes at her in a huff. “You'll still find someone, so don't worry,” okay, yes. When it came to discussing your love life, Robin was constantly upbeat, and you were appreciative of her positivity since it gave you a lot more confidence in your ability to meet someone.

Before the conversation continued the bell rung signaling everyone to move on to their next class “so what are you doing after school” Robin gets up slinging her bag over her shoulder “just the usual wallowing in my own sadness and self pity” you shrug your shoulders with a sarcastic grin, Robin tilts her head at you and groans in response “fine, fine I’m stopping at the music store to get a few things then heading home” you and Robin begin to exit the cafeteria, the stench of sour milk and cheap imitation meat leaving your noses “sounds like a y/l/n afternoon to me.”

Robin sends you a smile and a wave before heading into class and you into yours, you take your seat at the back of the classroom slouching into your chair and fiddling with your pencil drowning out whatever bullshit the teacher is spewing out.

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You enter the small music store in downtown Hawkins, opening the door as the bell above it chimes, and the aroma of the store and the tranquil music fill your senses giving you serotonin, You typically stop by whenever a new album by your favorite band is released or just to browse what they have in stock and pick what you like. The music store was moderately busy, with only a dozen or so people hanging around, mostly customers trying to get their hands on anything by Madonna, Bowie, and The Beatles.

However, you typically find yourself exploring the back of the store where all the vinyl and tapes from metal/rock bands lie mostly untouched. Your fingers skim through each row gently as your mind is entirely focused on finding something you fancy; as a result, you hardly notice anyone approaching you until the loud sound of squeaking shoes startles you out of your reverie, "Woah, holy shit, didn't mean to scare you." A tall boy with long hair and tattoos all covering his arms appeared in front of you. "No, no, you're okay." You talked softly, taking in more of his little features, like the maroon vest he was wearing with his name sewn into the top corner and pins of metal bands scattered on the fabric also the tag gun tight in his ring clad hand.

You look away from his hand and toward his eyes to see that he is still staring at you in shock. "I'm sorry I just didn't expect to see anyone back here well, there is the usual old head but I've never seen you here," he smirks as he approaches you while pulling vinyls from the stack tagging them. “Can’t say that I’ve seen you here either, usually it’s Otis manning the register.”

He peeks at you and your intent demeanor as you continue to flip through the rows of vinyls, "Yeah I'm new and Otis is out today I'm surprised he trusts me to take care of things by myself," he says with a huff as he tags the scarcely touched records. You pick out a Led Zeppelin album and chuckle to yourself, "That's a nice one, I have it on tape back at my house." You look up to find that he is now paying close attention to you, "Oh yeah? Which Led Zeppelin song is your favorite?”

You grin broadly as you rock the record back and forth, "wow, you're really putting me on the spot right now." Eddie leans against the shelf, deep in thought, "can't say that I have a favorite; I like a lot of their songs, but a favorite very hard." His mouth widens into a toothy grin as you return the smile, his smile lines becoming more obvious as his eyes crinkle slightly, "oh boooo cmon, really you don’t have a favorite?” You mock Eddie while tilting your head back sarcastically.

You both share a genuine laugh it soon dying down as you both get lost in each other’s eyes, You can't recall the last time you actually connected with a guy like this; typically, guys talk about themselves and the girls they want to bone (you, sadly, being one of them), but this brief interaction you had with him was one of the most sincere interactions you've had thus far, despite the fact that you didn't know him all that well.

Eddie soon blinks out of the trance shaking his head in embarrassment “I’m uhh, I’m Eddie by the way” he eagerly extends his hand for a handshake. “yeah I know it’s embroidered into your vest there” you point at the white stitched name on the vest “oh yeah right it is my bad” he bashfully raises his hand to the back of his neck rubbing it while avoiding eye contact with you.

You fumble around with the record in your hand and say, "I'm y/n," as Eddie raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly. "You go to Hawkins high right? Friends with Robin Buckley?” "Yes I do, and uhh yeah I'm friends with Robin she's basically my ride or die," you confess. "I'm not like a creep or anything like that we have a mutual friend group outside of school and one of the guys we're friends with is in my party," Eddie says, a tiny nervous blush forming on his cheeks.

“Your..party?” Your brows furrow at him, "oh! Yeah, I play Dungeons & Dragons with my friends; it's kind of like a fantasy game," Eddie says, rambling on about the foundations of his game and how he serves as their dungeon master.

“I’m surprised you’re even talking to me with me being the town ‘freak’ and all” he air quotes around freak as he rolls his eyes “I’ve heard your name through the halls and your tittle of freak devil worshipper but I’ve never believed it since I didn’t even know you at the time” Eddie gives you a sincere smile; he likes knowing that at least one person outside of his friend group doesn't see him as the terrible things people call him, whether it's to his face or through the halls.

You never agreed with what everyone called Eddie you’ve seen him around school but it was mostly for a split second none the more you always thought he was just misunderstood I mean if Robin knows him then he can’t be a terrible person.

You and Eddie chat some more, talking about music, school, just anything, standing in this music store talking to Eddie has been better than any date that you’ve been on, he was funny, charming, and passionate about the things he love “well I don’t wanna hold you up any longer so how about I ring that up for you and you can be on your way” He gestures to the record in your hands, and you look down surprised you're still holding it because you've been completely distracted by him “oh uhh yeah sure” you and Eddie walk towards the front of the store as he makes his way behind the counter.

You take out your wallet and give him the cash, "Oh, and keep the change," you say with the same grin that he had before. You're not sure what made you so anxious, but something about him made your heart beat quicker and your palms all sweaty. Eddie delivers you the record in a bag, and you shyly wave at him as you head out the door, "Hey, wait up!" You're caught off guard as Eddie leaps over the countertop and approaches you, "I know we just met and you can absolutely shoot me down, but I was umm wondering if you'd want to maybe go on a date?"

In anticipation of your response, Eddie crosses his arms over his body while fidgeting with the hem of his vest. Maybe this was your opportunity to finally have a successful date and possibly even develop a genuine relationship. As you continue to be silent, Eddie becomes anxious, "If you don't want to, that's great. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything; I just thought you were pretty and we like the same music." Eddie begins to ramble fiddling with his rings, his shyness making you smile “yes Eddie I would like to go on a date with you” Eddie stops his rambling as his eyes meet yours.

“Wait, really?” His eyes beam with a big smile on his face “oh shit uhh let me give you my number” He pats himself down in an effort to locate his notepad, then gestures towards the rear room “g’me one second I think I left it in the back” after that he darts towards the back which you assumed was Otis’ office and the break room, his head pops back out as he jogs towards you his loose curls bouncing as he walks.

He takes out a pen from his back pocket and writes down his number before handing you the piece of paper “here, uhh give me a call when you want no pressure of course and we can talk about that date” his excitement warms your heart, It's not often that a guy is this excited to go on a date with you, you admired his excitement so maybe this time will be different. “yeah I’ll definitely call you don’t worry” you pocket the piece of paper as you fiddle with the bag in your hand.

You glance up to find Eddie still grinning at you with his huge silly grin still covering his cute face. He shakes his head once he notices that he’s staring "Oh yeah, uhh, I'll see you later. Maybe at school or here again. Hopefully soon." You look down making eye contact with him through your eyelashes “don’t worry you’ll see me again Eddie” he smiles at that piece of information “Great, bye y/n.”

He gives you an open mouthed smile as he fiddles with the pen in his hand, you walk backwards towards the door with a wave before turning around and walking home. As you were leaving, though, you caught a glimpse of Eddie pumping his fist in the air in celebration , which made you giggle.

You've never made a guy as nervous as Eddie was, and it was cute. As you walk the remaining distance home, all you can think about is Eddie—when you'll talk to him again, whether he'll pick up the phone when you call, and so many other things. But the main thing was his smile—that big idiotic smile he mostly kept on his face the entire time.

———

You plop down on your bed kicking your feet in the air as you hold the phone up to your ear “Wait so you genuinely like this guy?” Robins muffled voice speaks through the receiver “well I don’t know if I like like him I just think he’s cute and kind and cute..” you trail off as your overly broad smile causes the apples of your cheeks to ache. “you already said cute y/n and you met him in the music store?” Robin shared the same amount of enthusiasm as you did “yeah! And he actually has good taste in music” you shift into your side playing with the hem of your shirt.

Robin ooo’s “so who is this cute, kind guy with good music taste” She pry’s making you smile even harder which you didn’t even know was remotely possible “his name is Eddie, you might know him he said you guys had a mutual friend group” You wind the phone line around your finger, “wait, Eddie as in Eddie Munson!” Robin squeals making you chuckle, you felt like a 14 year old girl talking about her crush to her friends at a sleep over “yeah he’s actually really sweet” you coo making Robin fake gag “well he seems kind of dorky and weird to me plus he always smells like cigarettes” you scoff and smack your lips “yeah whatever Rob” you chuckle.

You and Robin talk for another 20 minutes before she calls it a night and goes to bed. You’re sat on your bed reading a book, your eyes drift from the pages and to the little piece of folded paper, you grab it opening it to see Eddie’s phone number written in a messy and hurriedly manner a skull with heart eyes scribbled next to the digits, you peak at the clock it being 10pm you contemplated calling him afraid he might be asleep and you’ll be on the phone with an angry and sleepy Eddie.

The notion fumbles about in your head for another ten second before you pick up the phone and dial the number, the phone rings as you grow more anxious with each buzz it goes of for a while before you begin to feel defeated and give up until the phone stops ringing “Munson residence, how may I help you.” His voice is deep and raspy when he speaks into the receiver causing you to remain speechless “hello?” You snap out of it stumbling to speak. “Oh, uh hey Eddie it’s me y/n from the music store” your voice was gentle and nervous.

“Oh y/n hey!” You hear shuffling on the other side of the line causing your eyebrow to quirk up. “Wasn’t expecting you to call tonight” you can feel his smile through the phone which causes you to smile aswell “yeah I didn’t wanna seem desperate but I found the courage to call so here I am” you say, and he offers you a laugh in return.

You guys continue to talk throughout the night as it gets later and later. The conversation switched between various topics such as music, random stories from your childhoods, and you even learned that he's in a band, which you think is cool. He plays you a little bit of something he’s been working on before you eventually drift off to sleep with the phone steady on your pillow. Eddie soon notices the light snores and smiles to himself.

Before getting comfy in bed, he stretches his body, the noises of muted movement can be heard from your side of the line

He murmurs softly, "Goodnight sweetheart," before putting the phone on his bed and smiling as he closes his eyes letting the peacefulness of sleep soon consume him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #Eddie Munson x f!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #female!reader #eddie munson fic

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whatsallthisnow · 1 year

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What your favorite song from the Beetlejuice the Musical Soundtrack says about you:

The Prologue/Invisible: You listened to the whole album on repeat for weeks at a time and now you just need the opening notes to trigger your serotonin boost. It might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but hey, whatever works.

The Whole Being Dead Thing: You love musicals. You think Alex Brightman's version is the best Beetlejuice. You've watched the Tony performance 8 times and you're probably going to look it up again as soon as you're done reading this.

Ready Set Not Yet: The 2020 lockdown was the best thing to ever happen to you. It really gave you time to grow, you know... Emotionally. Say "Hi" to your therapist for me.

The Whole Being Dead Thing pt2: You aren't part of the intended audience for this show but you're having a lot of fun now that you're here. Welcome!

Dead Mom: Wow. Those are some Big Feels™ there Buddy. Are you doing okay? Have you had water today?

Fright of Their Lives: You can be honest, we're all friends here. Are you a horror junkie or a monster fucker? Either way, this is your dream scenario.

Ready Set (Reprise): Same as the first one but you think you're handling it okay on your own. Say "Hi" to your mom for me.

No Reason: You use your 50+ Pinterest boards to cope with the fact that you can't afford a real house to decorate. Get yourself some coffee and ibuprofen, or as you like to call it: Breakfast.

Invisible (Reprise): No it's not. Try again.

Say My Name: You're right, objectively, but that doesn't mean you don't need to get off TikTok for a bit. Maybe take off the cosplay makeup and touch some grass.

Day-O: You prefer the movie and that's okay. Good on you for branching out and trying new things, even if it's only because your loved one who's obsessed with the show made you listen. It still counts.

Girl Scout: How many Ao3 tabs are open on your browser right now? What about Wattpad? Hmm?

That Beautiful Sound: You are the Gothy Teen. I'd say that you scare me, but you'd take it as a compliment. Please go to therapy. For everyone's mental health.

Barbara 2.0: You're the Mom Friend™; The Responsible One ™; The Voice of Reason™. I don't care if you have crippling anxiety and your room looks like a dumpster threw up, that's who you are.

What I Know Now: You are the intended audience and you're having a blast. You might still need therapy, but not for anything related to this show. Congratulations.

Home: Big Feels™ pt2. At least you're handling it better than those who picked Dead Mom. I'm serious about the water thing though.

Creepy Old Guy: Your trauma speaks for itself, and you're aware of it. Go clear your browsing history.

Jump In Line/Dead Mom (Reprise): You don't go here and frankly, you're glad it's over. This was the weirdest 2.5h of your life and you just want to go home and sit in the shower for a while.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #broadway #what blank says about you #dont come for me #im right #and if im wrong no im not #look i made a thing

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15minlatewithbatbucks · 5 months

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no choice but to love you pt. 10

When they were alone again, Emma spun around in her chair to give him a huge smile. Bruce smiled back, weaker but no less heartfelt. The idea of being a father to Tim was still so new even if he was excited about it.

“He’s the sweetest little boy,” she said, clasping her hands together almost in prayer. “A mamma’s boy to be sure, but that’s probably just because he doesn’t really knew his daddy yet.”

That’s me, he thought, still a little dumbstruck. He’d been warming up to the idea of having a young child with Damian on the way, but this was different. Maybe Talia had been onto something with the blood son business.

More likely, Bruce was still just riding the coloring session serotonin.

“We colored together,” he offered just to see Emma happier. She was taking the whole situation the best and had told him at length that she simply adored little children and had been surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner. “He’s a champ at staying in the lines. He gave me tips.”

Bruce retreated into his office, leaving Emma to her joyous laughter. He was going to have to squeeze in a call to Talia and probably text Jason to give him a heads up about dinner. He’d almost sat down when he noticed something on the couch they had occupied. Worried that Janet or Tim had forgotten something, he walked back over to investigate.

It was Tim’s coloring page, carefully tucked between the sofa’s arm and cushion. The cheerful looking pterodactyl on the paper was accompanied by Tim’s careful signature at the bottom, like a true artist.

Tim

Just “Tim”, no last name although he’d readily shown off his skill writing his full name on a notepad Janet had provided when the topic came up. He’d been so proud at the time that it felt somewhat significant that Tim didn’t write “Timothy Jackson Drake”.

Perhaps that was because he knew that he wasn’t Jack’s son, wasn’t a Drake.

Well, it was no matter. Wayne was an easy name to learn with the same number of letters. They could even workshop something else for a middle name, since Jack clearly didn’t deserve to call him his son.

Those were thoughts for later, however. He set them aside as he returned to his desk unhindered and gently put the coloring page into a desk drawer. At some point he (or more likely Emma) would have to find a frame so it could join the other pieces of family artwork adorning his walls.

Before he shut the drawer, he snapped a picture to drop into the family group chat, irrationally proud of a child he hadn’t yet had a chance to raise.

Within a minute, his phone was ringing. He answered and set it to speakerphone.

“I don’t have a lot of time before Lucius comes to drag me away,” he cautioned before Talia could start. She sighed deeply.

“Did you have a fun play date, beloved?” she asked and Bruce started grinning much more genuinely than he had in front of Emma.

“I thoroughly enjoyed myself, yes,” he answered. “We colored dinosaurs and Tim was nice enough to give me tips.”

“I’m sure that you needed them.”

“I’m only giving his secrets away because you’re my partner,” Bruce said in warning. “But he told me that if you use big markers to outline your coloring, it helps cover up if your crayon ‘goes a little shhhwsh’.”

“I’m sorry?”

Bruce paused thoughtfully and did his best to remember exactly how Tim sounded as he mimed a runaway crayon. He carefully copied it to the best of his ability.

“You know, ‘shhwshhh’.”

“I can only conclude that you are having a stroke.”

“You could never be so lucky. But, yes. I did have fun with him. I had fun with my… my son,” Bruce tried out. “My son, Timothy…” Timothy what? Obviously not Drake for much longer, but would Janet want him to have her last name? Timothy Adelman.

It didn’t sound as good as Timothy Wayne. Tim Wayne. Or whatever other name Tim might want. Wayne was a very versatile name.

“Do you think Janet would let me give Tim my father’s name as a middle name?” he asked.

“So you’ll be keeping him?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, but on the topic of names… He wanted to respect what was disclosed to him in confidence even if he was fairly sure he was being tested, but he also needed to be on the same page with Talia.

“Tragic,” Talia said dryly. “His mother?”

“Is a perfectly lovely person that I will be co-parenting with and who I will not be propositioning for you,” he said firmly. “Talia… what would you do if Damian was transgender?”

Talia was stymied by the question. Bruce let her think, knowing that she would make the appropriate leaps of logic to him and Tim. He knew she was a good person, but he didn’t know what her upbringing may have instilled in her.

“…Should I be calling Timothy your daughter?” is what she came back with, neatly sidestepping Bruce’s question with her own.

“No… not… Not now. Maybe in the future,” he said. “Janet was telling me that he enjoys playing dress up with her, which is obviously not exactly indicative of a five year old’s gender identity. She just wanted to make sure that if he was…”

“You are telling me that I could have a daughter.”

“I’m not tell- Talia, he’s my daughter. Son. He’s mine and Janet’s son,” he said. “This isn’t so he wouldn’t be my firstborn son, is it?”

“Hush,” Talia hummed. “I am your partner, you’ve just said. I have stakes in this child and you are telling me that I could possibly have a little girl in my home to even the odds against all of you men.”

Bruce felt a headache coming on. “Like I said, nothing is set in stone until Tim says if he’s a boy, girl, or anything else.”

“I could change that.”

“Talia,” he begged, almost laughing. “Do not trans my son.”

“You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” she sniffed delicately, indifferent to his mirth. “But I will concede. It is his business and I will welcome him in our home whatever his gender may be.”

“That’s all I ask,” Bruce said. Then, because he could always be petty. “Besides, if he were my daughter, it would make him your stepdaughter. In all the stories, stepmothers and stepdaughters don’t exactly get along.”

“You would call me wicked, beloved? I, a wicked stepmother? Woe unto you,” Talia said mournfully and cut the call. Still chortling, Bruce sent Jason a text requesting a call on his lunch break as Lucius poked his head in.

#my writing tag #fic: no choice but to love you #talia al ghul #bruce wayne

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arytha · 5 months

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Ok so this is a Real. Like a Real Look at how my art evolved when I was a kid. I don't have any 2010s-about art on hand but God was there massive improvement in just a few years.

under the cut because im shy

So this is how i really started out. This was a random doodle in my fourth grade (10 years old, 2008) journal. I wasn't interested in drawing back then besides doodling?

stuff redacted for whatever. These are!! Xena!!! She has Not Changed Much as you can see. On the left is a really early 2011 drawing, the one on the right should be a few months later. Long faces, claw hands... but this should have been a year or so into drawing like this

these two are late 2011!! I think I just wanted to draw wings on the left picture, the right was a collab I did with one of my friends who was younger than me. She drew the right two, while I drew Xena and the girl (who. i think is her daughter Juli? o_o) she's running towards. December 2011........ I think the improvement in face and body proportions here is credited to 'drawing for dummies', which my mom would have gotten me in late August, which would have been 3 months before i drew this. Rapid changes here...

This one was a month later!!! January 2012!!! I still really like this one. Yes Xena was originally a KH OC. ignore that

and a late 2012! I was figuring things out still. Xena looks like a stick in most of these haha

This one should have been around the same time? Maybe 2013? I realize now at this point I was starting to make all my art look like long strings in compensation for... something.

AND HERE WE HAVE BOTH YURI AND XENA You can see Yuri hasn't changed at all lol. This side by side gave me so much serotonin upon seeing them its insane. I want to draw over these with their latest designs. I love this paper so much. I think this was 2014?

Jump to!

Late 2016! This was a redraw of something I drew in 2014? I don't remember where that original drawing went. I'll come across it someday...

#mara's art #<- technically #im not amazing really but being able to SEE. to SEE how i progressed with my art at the age where i drew like 24/7 is crazy. and then the #jump to 2016 where i hadnt been drawing much. and then the jump to NOW #where i had ANOTHER long stop. idk its crazy to me #whats funny is that some of these (like the late 2011 one) i have vivid recollections of drawing #like not what i was thinking but like. where i was at the time #also found some really old xena art by some of my friends and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im crying over that too

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re: flop posts reblog’s tags, i really like your smaposting and glad to see you excited about making stuff and talking about your fav stuff, but if it’s uncomfortable to you, i can lower my presence in your notifs? or do whatever that would make you happy with posting about things that you love!

AAAA no I’m genuinely so sorry I gave that impression (my tags were really really crabby reading them back looord lmfao)

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This is going to be a super long explanation but I really just want to clarify? And try not to misconstrue what I think my tags meant in more “critical-thinking” terms lol:

I think my tags were more…targeted from recently seeing the influx of takuya/smap-inspired posts but their…judgment/lost judgment related. I really hate calling this type of thing out and being complainy but I actually think its made me more bitter about the fandom? To be horribly blunt?

When I see these posts, I can’t help but have the initial feeling that maybe some still only care about Takuya’s piece in SMAP…when there’s literally four other men (sometimes five) standing right next to him. This isn’t new though, like if you look at SMAP’s history, its a chronic thing with Takuya being the star compared to the others.

And…this isn’t me assuming they aren’t fans of them all but…I guess the main thing is that if the only smap post I see from someone are just…Yagami…it kind of hurts, I guess?

Because oh…it’s Takuya again…which is great lmao but like…stares at elephant in the room (the sheer amount of posts of takuya vs the other members)

But then I’m hit with oh wait, that’s not even takuya lol, that’s…yagami …..

Which I know I sound like a major bitch because fan content is fan content etc etc etc

I think maybe it’s because smap means a lot (a lot) to me and I wish the opportunity was used to give them love and support, rather than seeing a chance to play Yagami dress up.

Which I want to clarify!! More!

I am not automatically anti-any of this. Using anything SMAP as inspiration for JE/LJ content: art, fic, etc etc etc is super sweet to me and I love all the little references to Takuya’s IRL career. It really shows how Yagami is a pretty multi-layered protagonist, especially when you find how many references to Takuya’s IRL career got squeezed into these games. Like RGG went all-in with the references, so should fic writers, artists, etc etc if they’d like to!

To kind of tie this post up, lol:

If you’re enjoying the posts, I absolutely support this and don’t want you to feel uncomfortable interacting. If anything, it makes me happy knowing that I’m hopefully infecting more rgg people with smap and pulling them closer and closer to the swamp (😈😂)

But more seriously, thank you, thank you, thank you for the support because it actually does mean so much to me and I’m so happy I can, hopefully, lend someone else some serotonin and dopamine with my brainrot beautifully thought out posts 😇💕

#im actually so sorry i gave that impression 😭#im leaving the tags for my own accountability #but they’re so bitchy 😭😂#had a splitting headache and in the middle of prep-hell so i was just overall ✨bitter✨#(which isn’t an excuse at all but…maybe a reason why my tone was way off lmao)#ramblin but not a gamblin man #long post

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Omggggg I loved it!! Tysm for those preggy s/o headcanons!

It gave me sm serotonin!

Heheeh when you have the time can you do the SPO boxers plz?

I’m so happy that you enjoyed them and I’m happy to do the other set of boxer’s for you.

Gabby Jay: Much like his mentor this man burst into tears the moment you told him, and yeah it did take you awhile to calm him down. He told all of the other waitstaff at his job as soon as he could as he was so excited about becoming a dad.

As soon as your kid is in his arms they will be getting spoiled by him at least once a week. He mainly has you do the punishments when your kids in trouble but there has been times where he has had to be the to put his foot down and not be so lenient.

Piston Hurricane: He’s gonna need to sit down and just absorb what you just said to him, he is happy about the news but he just didn’t think it would be happening now. He does his best to support you and get all the essential things ready for when you’re kiddo does come out.

He definitely is the type to bring his kid along with him to training as he doesn’t want to miss a moment with them. He also wants his kid to get into boxing but is supportive if they choose to go off into a different field.

Bob Charlie: Oh he was so excited when you told him you were expecting that he will dance with you around your living room before immediately messaging his other boxers the fantastic news. He wants to help you out with everything and even cuts back a little on his training to do so.

He definitely is the type to sing his kid to sleep as well as feed them during the night when things got too much for you. He will also always have his kids do his hair if they want to make him look pretty even if he is doing training that day.

Dragon Chan: He was quite surprised when you told him but he honestly couldn’t be happier about the news. He only really tells his coach and possibly his parents about your pregnancy as he kinda wants to stay low key about the whole thing.

He definitely wants to pass down his dragon kick technique to your kid even if they don’t get into martial arts or boxing. He honestly tries his best to be in your kids life as much as possible but sometimes his strict training schedule doesn’t allow for him to do that.

Masked Muscle: Surprisingly he is also a crier when you give him the good news as he has wanted to have a kid with you the moment he got engaged to you. Will definitely be doing midnight runs to the supermarket to soothe your cravings he will buy whatever you need or he will buy the ingredients and will cook whatever you need.

He will make your kid a version of his own mask when he takes them to his matches or just to training just so they can support him. The only time he had his mask off outside of your home was when you were giving birth.

Heike Kagero: Immediately calls your favourite take out place in town as you both will be celebrating that night. When sorting through all the supplies you need to get for your child, Heike all but begs to be in charge of your child’s wardrobe as he wants to make sure they aren’t anything but stylish in their early years.

When your kid is finally out Heike does mainly keep his beautiful long hair tied up because as much as he loves his kid, he knows how much getting your hair pulled on hurts. Will teach all his tips and tricks of makeup to your kid if they want to learn.

Mad Clown: Much like Bob Charlie this man will pull you into his arms and swing you around the room the second you finish giving him the news of your pregnancy. He’s overly excited and sometimes that bleeds over into his matches even if he loses said matches, he still has a big goofy grin on his face.

He honestly can’t wait to teach your kid most of his clown tricks the rest they’ll have to come up with on their own. Will do everything in his power to embarrass his kid when it comes to dropping them off/ picking them up from school as he feels as if it’s his parental responsibility to do so.

Narcis Prince: Immediately begins bragging about your pregnancy to literally anyone who will listen, once you’ve given your ok for it. Outside of his bragging he actually asks his mother for advice for what helped her out during her pregnancy with him.

Much like Gabby Jay your kid will be the most spoiled child in the world thanks to Narcis, honestly they just have to point a something and he will buy it. You really have to be the stricter parent so that they don’t completely turn out like a mini Narcis.

Hoy Quarlow: He was quite surprised with your news especially at his age but never mind he’ll do his best to be as great of a dad for who knows how many years left he’s got. He’ll do his best with sorting out the essentials and building the baby’s furniture but it will become a team effort sort of deal.

Once your kid is born they will mistakenly call him grandpa a couple of times which makes him chuckle quite a lot when correcting them. Teach’s your kid how to box properly as well as how to do it with a staff because he wants his kid to at least know how to defend themselves.

Rick Bruiser: This man is ecstatic when you announce your pregnancy and immediately goes to brag to his brother about it. Only gets the best for you and the baby as this kid will be on the top of the boxing world if he has anything to say about it.

When you’re kid finally comes out you can’t tell anyone that he cried when he had your kid in his arms for the first time. Definitely becomes your kids coach if they do decide to pick up boxing as a career or even just as a hobby.

Nick Bruiser: Much like his brother he is ecstatic with the news but he definitely keeps it a little bit more on the down low than his brother. He also gets the best for you and the baby but he isn’t too bothered if his kid doesn’t have any interest in boxing at all.

Like his brother he also cried when the nurses put your kid in his arms for the first time and made you promise afterwards to not tell his brother. Will probably recommend a few coaches in your area if your kid wants to get into boxing as he wants to keep his home and career life separated.

#punch out x reader #super punch out #gabby jay #piston hurricane #bob charlie #dragon chan #masked muscle #heike kagero #mad clown #narcis prince #hoy quarlow #rick bruiser #nick bruiser

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