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whyse7vn · 7 months

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RIZZLESS -

[ot7 x reader]

HOSEOK -

hobi: on a scale of one to pregnant how much do you love me

y/n: abortion

hobi: ok then

y/n: u were in my dream last night

hobi: was my fit hard?

y/n: you was cheating

hobi: real

y/n: ???

hobi: ??

anyways let’s fuck i’m so fr rn

y/n: kiss me through the phone

hobi: ft me 😍

y/n: ew no

you really think i’m gonna have esex with u rn???

hobi: ok the term esex is a REAL turn off

also why not

u not fucking with my rizz?

y/n: what rizz?

hobi: i would fight a lion for you

y/n: is that it?

hobi: is that it????

why are you acting like the lion line didn’t get you going back in the day

y/n: back in the day?? are we 65?

hobi: ur acting 65

y/n: sorry i don’t want to have phone sex

leave me alone

hobi: do you not love me

y/n: not rn no

hobi: look into my eyes baby

y/n: stop harassing me

hobi: is my game really that bad?

y/n: i’m afraid so

hobi: don’t be afraid

hoseokies got u

y/n: hoseokie?? i have never called you that in my life

hobi: ok well maybe you should start

y/n: i won’t

hobi: mannnnn :(

i’ll even call you something cute in return

what about hunnybun 💞

y/n: i’m gonna kill myself and it’s gonna be ur fault

hobi: WAIT!!!!

let me fuck first

y/n: ur insufferable

hobi: i love a woman with a big vocabulary

like yesss tell me i’m gargantuan while we fucking

y/n: ur so fucking gross

how am i with you

hobi: we are in deep deep love

y/n: i’m in a deep deep depression

hobi: that mean u freaky right?

y/n: can you leave me alone now

hobi: i love and miss you

y/n: i can tell

hobi: can you not just say you love and miss me back like wow ur so difficult why do i put up with this

y/n: we are in deep deep love!!!

hobi: u a super freak 😍⁉️

y/n: zero fucking rizz

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: are you an apple?

y/n: no?

jungkook: because apple pie

y/n: ?

jungkook: 👍🏻

y/n: i’m lost

jungkook: so am i

y/n: are you trying to flirt with me?

jungkook: i’m sorry

pls don’t hit me

y/n: your making it real hard not to rn

jungkook: do you have the time?

y/n: no

jungkook: 4:30 pm 😉

y/n: that makes zero sense

jungkook: i have more

please baby

y/n: no

jungkook: you must be a waterfall

y/n: i am not

jungkook: wet

y/n: ew

jungkook: don’t slip

y/n: leave me alone

jungkook: do you like it

y/n: what do you think

jungkook: a little

y/n: no

jungkook: oh

y/n: yeah

jungkook: i’m so sorry

y/n: i know

jungkook: 🥹

y/n: if i could i would punch you rn

jungkook: out of love and appreciation?

y/n: i haven’t decided yet

jungkook: i get that

y/n: do you?

jungkook: 😞……

y/n: you make my brain hurt so bad

but i have to kiss you on the mouth passionately

jungkook: kiss

y/n: ur so annoying

UGH

real himbo u are

jungkook: haribo?

y/n: what?

jungkook: no

y/n: what?????

jungkook: are you butter?

y/n: ?

jungkook: smooth like 😍

y/n: are you drunk?

jungkook: no

y/n: are you sure?

jungkook: are you sure yes

y/n: what the actual fuck are you saying to me rn

jungkook: i’m trying to appear more intelligent

y/n: it is not working!

jungkook: have you liked my pickup lines so far

y/n: i wonder what it is like in your brain

truly

jungkook: me 2

y/n: what did you actually want from me kookie

jungkook: do you think i’m good at pickup lines?

y/n: lol!

TAEHYUNG -

taehyung: BRO JIMIN KEEPS SAYING I HAVE NO RIZZ LIKE HOW DOES HE THINK I PULLED YOU IS HE STUPID???????

y/n: you just called me bro?

taehyung:

my fault my amazing sunshine queen nugget honey muffin pie baked at 180 degrees for 25 minutes made with love sprinkles happiness and joy

y/n: jimin is right

taehyung: my rizz was just so out of this world good it made you think it was bad

y/n: if being delusional was a olympic sport you would have like 15 hundred gold medals by now

taehyung: that’s impossible actually

y/n: tHaTs iMpOsSiBlE aCtuALlY 🤓☝🏽

taehyung: u think ur funny

y/n: hilarious actually

taehyung: i would stab myself for you

y/n: boring

jimin would definitely die for me

taehyung: ok?? who said i wasn’t dying like god you can never let me finish

y/n: ok but jimin would of opened with i would die for you

taehyung: jimin clearly isn’t a vivid story teller like i am

i would of broken down the whole getting stabbed and dying for you storyline if you’d fucking let me

y/n: i like a man that gets straight to the point

taehyung: i love you

y/n: jimin would of kissed me

taehyung: i’m trying to flirt with u right now and ur being difficult

y/n: jimin would of done this better sighs

taehyung: i could outrizz jimin any day

y/n: outrizz? that sounds like something a 12 year old would say

taehyung: maybe i am 12

y/n: ew?

don’t say that

taehyung: do you think we would fall in love if we met when we were 12?

y/n: probably those were ur normal days

idk what happened to you after that

u really let urself go

taehyung: i ate an ant for the first time when i was 12

y/n: nvm

for the first time????

and the last i hope

taehyung: i be getting hungry sometimes

y/n: imagine how insane your fans would think you are if they saw even a day’s worth of the shit you say to me

taehyung: insanely sexy like you see me right lol 😩

y/n: fuck you

taehyung: go ahead then

fuck me

ain’t nobody holding you back

yehaw

y/n: yehaw?

taehyung: sorry the cowboy in me likes to come out sometimes

did he make you blush

y/n: seek help i’m not joking

JIMIN -

jimin: whenever i get a message from you i moan a little bit

i hope it’s the same for you

do you moan for me babe

i bet you do

u freak

yeah

i like that

y/n: wow

jimin: why are you cheating on me

y/n: ?????

where is this coming from

and how did you go from moaning at my notifications to accusing me of cheating?

jimin: so many questions not enough answers

answer me pretty

y/n: are you trying to fuck me or fight me right now

like what is going on?

jimin: you held namjoons hand yesterday

y/n: he literally fell on the floor

i helped him up

jimin: ok so?

he’s a grown man

he can get up by himself

y/n: he twisted his ankle

so no he couldn’t get up by himself

jimin: ok but a real man would of walked it off

y/n: idk what to tell u then

namjoon must have a pussy? idk

jimin: ur into that tho

u freak

y/n: what?????

jimin: i’m like real drunk rn

y/n: jimin what the hell its 11:30 in the morning???

jimin: ok?? the henny was calling me

y/n: this is real concerning baby

jimin: baby huh?

y/n: where are you rn

jimin: filming

y/n: ur filming this fucked up? be fr

jimin: ok but did you believe me for a second

y/n: not one

jimin: aw man :(

rate my back flip

y/n: what

jimin: i just did it can you rate it pls

y/n: 4/10?

jimin: wtf

you clearly don’t know anything about the art of flipping 💀

y/n: k

jimin: my backflip was majestic

y/n: i can bet you like 20k rn that you did not flip at all

jimin: looks like i’m 20k up

y/n: don’t lie to me

jimin: i’m a good liar

y/n: definitely not!

jimin: do you want to make out

y/n: no

jimin: ur loss

y/n: i’ll cope

jimin: you won’t I’m telling you baby

y/n: i’m coping

jimin: ur not i can see it in your eyes

y/n: you can’t even see me rn

jimin: i see you in my heart

y/n: thanks

jimin: yw

i’m gonna throw up now

y/n: ew

drink some water please

jimin: let me spit game rq

y/n: ok?

jimin: eye🤤

y/n: LMAOSOS WHAT???

jimin: do i have game?

y/n: absolutely not but i love the effort!

jimin: i want you so bad

be mindful 🤭

y/n: mindful?

jimin: minecraft

mini

mother

maybe

mauwjc

movement

meow

mmmmm

motel

mountain

y/n: this is real sad

it’s not even 12 yet

alcoholism kills

jimin: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

y/n: you’ll get it i believe in you

NAMJOON -

namjoon: sent you money baby

y/n: ew why

namjoom: felt like it

y/n: gonna use it for evil

namjoon: what?

y/n: evil tasks

namjoon: ok be safe love 👍🏻❤️

y/n: love ur silly emojis sighs

namjoon: rizz

y/n: rizz?

namjoon: rizz

y/n: LMAO WHAT

namjoon: rizz

i just rizzed rn

y/n: EW THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS

tf you mean you just rizzed

namjoon: i have rizz

y/n: who taught you that what the hell

namjoon: i learnt it myself this time

i have rizz

am i saying this right

i think i am

rizz

you’ve been rizzed

anyways love you bye ❤️

rizz

y/n: HELPSJDJDJXJ

DON’T GO JOONIE

come back

namjoon: i am back

y/n: i would LOVE to see more of this so called “rizz” you have

namjoon: oh ok

❤️

rizz

y/n: LAMSKOSOSODODODJDJDN

is it necessary to say rizz every time?

namjoon: i think so

idk if i’m doing this right

i hope i am

it feels right

y/n: ur hearts in the right place and that’s all that matters tbh

namjoon: i’m glad

also i booked dinner for us later

major rizz 😆

y/n: UR SO SILLY

ohmygod i love you i do

namjoon: you like my rizz?

y/n: love it

namjoon: thanks cuz idk what i’m actually talking about

y/n: i can tell

namjoon: rizz is like game right?

i have game i’m a good flirt it means that right?

y/n: basically

namjoon: so is it tue?

do i have major unspoken rizz?

y/n: ew never say that again

it was cute until it wasn’t

namjoon: aw wtf :/

was i doing good?

y/n: great actually

major unspoken rizz was ur downfall

namjoon: mannnnn

i’ll never say that again

as long as i live

y/n: i’m glad

namjoon: was it a major ick? a red flag perhaps???

y/n: stop talking

SEOKJIN -

jin: ur so quiet downstairs

y/n: you want me to start beatboxing or something??

jin: would you 🥺

y/n: bye

jin: can you please come lay with me im bored

y/n: in a bit

jin: boo

y/n: i’m studying

jin: for what?

y/n: what do you want

jin: you 😋

y/n: wait

jin: woof

y/n: ??

jin: sorry you since you wanna talk to me like a dog i thought i’ll act like one

y/n: you are not trying to argue with me rn…

jin: and if i am 😚?

y/n: or worst is this ur fucked up way of flirting with me…..

jin: wow you know me so well ^^

you know i love u most when ur a little bit mad at me >.<

i’m a empath

y/n: that is not what that means

jin: ok so what

y/n: it means ur stupid

jin: you want me so bad

y/n: idk who told you that

jin: the voices

y/n: woah?

jin: do i scare you?

people say i’m a freak…

they laugh

they giggle

but ur different

you see…

y/n: tf are you going on about??

laugh and giggle basically the same thing ur dumb as hell x2

ur pissing me off bye

jin: BABE COME BACK

let me seduce you

y/n: lmk when the seduction starts cuz i’m not feeling what ever tf this is

jin: ok it started the moment i said woof but i get it ur a picky lady

u have standards

i respect that

hold my hand

look at me

i love you

i NEED you

y/n: fuck off kim seokjin

jin: ok tough crowd tonight lmao

ok my egos not hurt at all

in fact it’s gotten a little larger

y/n: whatever

jin: lol

y/n: ??

jin: i think being with you has made me lose my natural charm

i swear i can flirt

y/n: who told u that

that’s crazy

jin: i CAN flirt

y/n: sure

jin: like i’m really god at it

y/n: yeah!

jin: ur being sarcastic

y/n: am i?

jin: i’ll punch you

y/n: that’s not how you flirt now silly!!!!

jin: you are becoming my downfall in life

next ur gonna take my extremely good looks away from me

y/n: you got me!

jin: bitch

y/n: i don’t think i’ll come upstairs actually

jin: was my charm not good enough?

y/n: take a guess

YOONGI -

yoongi: ur eyes shine

y/n: ok

yoongi: ur hair is shiny

y/n: thanks

yoongi: ur teeth shine

y/n: ok?

yoongi: i can’t do this omg

y/n: tf was that

yoongi: i think my rizz is better when it’s unspoken

y/n: i agree cuz ur telling me THAT was rizz???

wow u suck lol

yoongi: sorry wtf

i would like to see you do better

y/n: i’ll impregnate you rn lol 😋

yoongi: yeah you can’t flirt for shit

y/n: wtf that was one of my best lines

yoongi: that almost made me do a line of coke

y/n: h-hi i k-kinda like you okay >\\\<

yoongi: ok stop

y/n: let me cook bae

yoongi: absolutely not

y/n:

shhhhhh

come here kitten

yoongi: i’m gonna throw up

y/n: you should be like that one mark lee video rn

“ur making me blush”

if i was you and you were me and you as me said that to me as you ik i (as you) would be blushing like CRAZY

yoongi: sucks ur not me and i’m not you then

y/n: it does

how i would kill for someone to say that to me…

sighsssssss

yoongi: absolutely not

ur out of ur mind

y/n: yoongiiiiiiiii

ur no fun

pleaseeeeeeeee :3

look i did ur silly face

pls oh pls oh pleaseeeeeee

yoongi: i’m gonna block you

y/n: just one come here kitten and i’ll never ever message you again

yoongi: ur out of ur mind

y/n: for you 😍

yoongi: no

y/n: :c

yoongi: stop

y/n: :c

yoongi: i’m not doing it

y/n: ㅠㅠ

that’s me crying rn

as we speak

yoongi: bye

y/n: you will say it

yoongi: why do you have so many pictures of this man

y/n: why are you jealous??

dw you know ur my one and only bbg

wow my rizz out of this world

you can no longer send messages to this contact!

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pascallatte · 1 year

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Love in Lockdown

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: A series of events that had happened during the lockdown. (Part 1)

Date: March&April 2020

Warning: none just fluff

A/N: I don't really have anything to say other than the usual. SO, I hope you enjoy this. Please tell me what you think and stay tuned for more!!

March 2020

Y/n was showing the final touches of the cookies she baked when a flour-covered hand was spread out from the right cheek to the left.

“Hello, Hello,” you said to the camera as soon as you started the live. Being stuck at home for a good few weeks now has taken a toll on you both the good and the bad. But let’s focus on the good thing, shall we? You see, you weren’t sure what type of person you were before this… thing happened. So, the pandemic not only helped you and Pedro get your well-deserved rest, but it also helped you know how much of a homebody you were. Now, here you were having your third live since the lockdown started.

Humming out a tune you were seen walking around before you placed the phone and a tray of cookies on your countertop. You were like always in a pair of comfy sweats and a very familiar shirt, however, you were also wearing an apron.

“Hiiii, I didn’t have anything better to d-,” you paused when you heard the door to your bedroom open,”-yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do... again, so I decided to make some cookies.” You said as you held out a freshly baked cookie to the camera. Like always, the comment section sent in comments of appreciation and love as well as generic questions.

“ I haven’t really baked cookies before since I’m a savoury type of girl. If this turns out bad, they’re just telling me to go and stick to what I know.” Placing your hands on your waist as you scan the cookies. You began explaining what you’ve done to make them and what recipe you followed after the comments were flooded after your declaration a while ago.

While you were doing your thing, a hand, also widely known as Pedro’s hand, was seen reaching for a cookie from the camera's left side. Turning to him, you gave him a disapproving look before pulling him closer, joining in with your live.

Pedro was now waving to the camera, giving the viewers his dimpled smile, and turned to you before looking down at the cookie in his hand as if asking for permission.

“Pedro. Really?” You said looking up at him.

“Yesss, really. Well- I mean someone was going to have to eat them right?” He said holding the cookie up closer to his mouth.

Faking a frown, you looked at the camera, “Look at what I have to put up with for almost a month now, not only does he take the food I make, but he also eventually makes a bigger mess than I.”

“Hey, don’t tell them lies, don’t believe her,” he shakes his head, before hugging you from behind, swaying you in his arms. You were now fixing up the bowls and utensils that you’ve used and him engulfing you in his arms, making it harder to move.

“Honey, let go of me for a moment.” You whispered to him as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. The cookie he took, is now near you as a silent gesture of telling you to take the first bite.

“Nah, you’re this big Cookie Monster, go take the first bite and tell me how I did,” you turned to look at him.

“Should I take a bite of this?” Pedro asked the viewers, scanning the cookie very closely.

“Yeah, you should, but what if she added something that would kill me,” he joked as he saw the look on your face. Laughing, he stood up straight while also dragging a flour-covered hand on your cheek. How he got that close to the pack of flour you own, you don’t know. Making it the reason for the shocked look on your face.

Giggling to himself, he takes a bite of the stolen cookie. And just as he opens his mouth, you cupped his face with some flour of your own, making him stare at you with wide eyes.

Since chaos has now started, the viewers would never know what the cookie tasted like because all they were seeing now was flour, flour, and more flour being thrown at each other as well as the joyous laughter that has filled the kitchen before the live had ended a few minutes after.

April 2020

Having a friend who owns a pool at their house is great, and being close to their house is even better. This explains the series of stories that Ana had labelled as intruders in her home, which consisted of you and Pedro.

Intruders really aren’t what you want her to call you two, but maybe a couple of friends who wanted to celebrate Pedro’s birthday with someone else other than the two of you in your penthouse back in the city.

Without more explanation, Ana posted a couple of short clips of your day’s stay at her place. The first one is a long and noisy one.

Music was heard as soon as the video started, Ana, who was recording, was heard laughing as she zooms in on you dancing in the pool, wearing your favourite bikini. Pedro however was seated in the hanging chair near the pool, also having a good laugh as he records your antics as well.

Zooming in she calls out your name as you raised to sway your arms. “Y/n!! Mira aquí por favor,” she laughs when you turned to head at her dramatically. Gasping when you saw that she was also recording your dancing.

“¡¡Me dijiste que no grabarías estas cosas, traidor!!” gasping as you sank in the pool, reappearing after a few seconds to get up and out of the pool. You told me you wouldn't record these things, you traitor!!

“Eres demasiado linda para no hacerlo.” Ana explains herself but was cut off when you threw your drenched self over her making her screech. Pedro’s laugh was heard in the background. It stopped though as soon as you quickly went and jumped on to him also getting him wet in the process. You’re too pretty not to.

Ana, who was entertained, zoomed in on the two of you. Your arms were around his neck while he tried his hardest to push you away from him, still not in the mood to get wet.

His pleads for you to stop were drowned out by the laughs of the two females he was with.

The second video is a rare thing for people on the internet. Well, that’s what they say. PDA isn’t really a thing the two of you do, so a small kiss, hug, and hands intertwined were the only things they have seen so far. So when Ana posted this on the day of Pedro’s birthday as well as a tease to you, the fans can’t help but awe at the two of you.

Captioning the story with a “Happy Birthday, Pedrito” followed by a small “ah lovebirds” below. Ana who was at the other end of the pool, can only sit and watch as the sweet scene unfolds. It was basically the two of you clinging to each other exchanging smiles and sweet nothings as you leaned over the edge of the pool.

Pedro was seen submerging into the water before shaking his head as he emerges, making you shriek as water splats on your face. You were about to say something but were pulled in by your partner. Staring at each other with smiles on your faces, you reached a hand up to tuck the now long-ish hair Pedro had, him doing the same as well as caressing both your cheeks.

As if Ana had sensed something would happen, she calls out Pedro’s name making the both of you whip your head in her direction. Clicking her tongue, she chuckles saying “Ay tortolitos,” making you wave and smile cheekily at her before resting your forehead on Pedro’s shoulder in embarrassment. Him also giving her a smile to hide his evident blush. Oh lovebirds

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squoxle · 5 months

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🎄Christmas Fun w/ Enhypen

☃︎ pairing: Enhypen!bf x Reader!gf | ☃︎ wc: 930 ~ 100+ wc per member | ☃︎ summary: Christmas/Winter themed activities each member would do with you (in my opinion) | ☃︎ cw: it’s pure fluff so have fun 🎁😘🎄

🎄희승~Heeseung wc: 132

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Heeseung is such a loser boyfriend--but in a cute way like he just wants to chill with you yk

Anyways, I could definitely see him wanting to watch a billion Christmas movies with you while you snuggled up together.

"Hey, babe. Do you want any snacks?" he asked as you layed on his chest. "No, I'm alright," you said looking up at him. "You sure?" he asked again...you could tell he wanted something, but didn't want to get up only for himself. "You know what? I'd like some cookies...or maybe some ice cream," you suggested. "How about both," he smiled before running off to create your tasty toothache.

Being that this is Heeseung...it could get freaky, but I think cuddling would be great for now.

🎄제이~Jay wc: 132

We all know how much of a husband Jay is. So we shouldn't be surprised when he calls you in the kitchen to bake cookies with him.

I could see him coming over to wrap an apron around your waist before you go over to look at the recipe he printed out.

"Soooo, what do we do first?" you ask. "Hmm, let's get out the ingredients and then we can start," he said as you scanned the list with your eyes. After gathering the ingredients and mixing the dough Jay grabs a spoon for you to scoop the cookies onto the tray.

Ok...I can see things getting really cute after this, like maybe one of you mention something about baking cookies with your future kids and the other one blushes. EEK!

🎄제이크~Jake wc: 149

As our cute little Aussie boy, I feel like Jake would have fun making a gingerbread house with you.

I can see him getting frustrated as he struggles to keep the walls together.

“Ahh,” Jake sighed as the walls fell down. “Jake…you can’t do them all at once,” you said picking up the frosting covered gingerbread pieces. “Ugh, and you used too much icing,” you giggled. “They’ll never stay together with all this stuff,” you added as you watched Jake hopelessly scrape the frosting off. “Argh! This is impossible!” Jake laughed as he tried again. “Here, let me do it,” you smiled as you held the pieces in place. *Crunch* you looked over to see Jake eating the little candy decorations. “Save some for the house,” you giggled as he licked the icing from his fingers.

Who wouldn’t have fun making a gingerbread house with this cutie patootie~

🎄성훈~Sunghoon wc: 111

You should immediately expect the Ice Prince to take you out on an ice skating date...duhhhh

I can literally see him laughing with you and holding your hands while you struggled to stop yourself from falling flat on your ass.

"Relax, princess. Just keep your eyes on me," he'd smile as you trembled. "I'm scared," you whined. "What if I fall?" "If you fall I'll catch you," he reassured you as the two of you continued inching around the rink. Eventually, you'd do well enough to skate slowly, but you enjoyed watching your boyfriend dance on the ice.

Afterwards he'd probably take you out for coffee...because...why not? Sunghoon LOVES coffee.

🎄선우~Sunoo wc: 160

I feel like Sunoo is the type of guy to love doing arts and crafts. So making cute Christmas cards for everyone is right up his alley.

I could see you two playing around with stickers and glitter as you created you holiday masterpieces.

“What do you think?” You said lifting up your googly eyed reindeer card. “It’s for Heeseung,” you continued. “Awww. Cute,” he smiled. “I know our Bambi boy will love it. Wanna see mine?” He asked. “Yesss!” You smiled. Sunoo lifted up a card covered with glitter and heart stickers. “Who’s that for?” You asked with a puzzled look on your face. “Do you like it?” He asked immediately. “Yeah, but who’s it for?” You asked again. “It’s for you. I just wanted to make sure you liked it first,” he giggled before placing it down to scribble some designs on it.

OMGGGGG!!! The more I think about it the more I can see this happening!

🎄정원~Jungwon wc: 134

Maybe it's because he's the leader, but I could see Jungwon and you decorating the Christmas tree together. It would be sooooo cute omg.

You'd be helping him hang ornaments and string garland all around the tree. He'd most likely even let you put the angel on top (or the star...whatever you prefer)

"Wow, we did a really good job," he said stretching as he scanned the tree from top to bottom. "Yeah, we did," you smiled. "Ah, wait...we almost forgot the angel," Jungwon said handing you the cute tree topper. He supported you from behind as you reached up to carefully put the angel on top. "Phew, now it's perfect," you sighed. "Just like you," Jungwon said before hugging you from behind.

Is this cute or what??!!! Help this just radiates Wonergy.

🎄니키~Niki wc: 115

Being the fun, lovable maknae that he is, I could so totally see Niki wanting to build a snowman with you.

Just don't say anything cringey because he WILL call you out for it.

"Aww he's so cute," you said looking at the snowman you and Niki built together. "Oh yeah, well how about you date him instead," he teased to which you just rolled your eyes. "Well hopefully he takes me out on better dates," you teased back. "Hmm looks like he already bought you dinner," Niki smiled mischievously. "Wh--" you were cut off by a snowball launched right at your face.

Yeah...I can definitely see you two getting into a snowball fight.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months

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yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫

lurk

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.7k +

a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean

tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc

it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.

the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.

despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.

as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.

after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.

the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.

unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.

in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.

"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.

"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.

"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.

"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"

"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.

"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.

after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.

"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.

"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.

you know what, what the hell?

"sure, jean."

after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.

tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.

later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.

jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.

jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."

"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.

you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.

you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.

"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."

the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."

your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.

your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.

"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.

"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.

"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"

my jean fanfiction

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fatuismooches · 3 months

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ITS ALMOST VALENTINES DAAY yippe!!!!

I know Dottore + the segments dont really care for holidays but I like to think Valentines day is one of those exceptions because they KNOW they are going to get spoiled. They all glance at reader (who is oblivious) discreetly as the day approaches.

And when the day arrives they're barely able to focus on their tasks because they can already smell the chocolates from the kitchen. Reader had to lock the door to the kitchen for OBVIOUS reasons.

sidenote: I just had the adorable idea that foxttore will claw/paw at the door like a dog😭 and the pufflings will try to squeeze under the door. Reader probably has to put a rag under the door to stop them.

When reader finally finishes baking and presents it to all the Dottys they are so joyous.... the older ones might be more quiet about their happiness but the younger ones are DEVOURING those sweets.

I like to think Reader also baked some trears for Foxttore and the pufflings... :D

(Sidenote:Reader baked a special batch for Zandy because he's spoiled)

ALSO im glad u like my ramblings 😭 I get very joyous when I see a new dottore post...

- 🐓

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH... Ah you've sealed your fate the moment you decided to spoil them on the first Valentine's Day spent together! You simply can't set the standards so high and then not go through with it, nope, unless you want a bunch of mopey and grumpy segments on this day of love. (You weren't planning on such a thing anyway thankfully. But somehow you don't notice how touchy they are before the day. Specifically the younger ones. The older ones are beyond that. But I guess they think they could possibly butter you up to give them a few more chocolates... Unfortunately, you're still oblivious and just return their kisses tenfold.)

Not only do you lock the door, but you have to threaten to never make them chocolates again if they dare break this rule... well obviously you'd never actually do that but apparently they're not willing to risk that possibility... very, very strange segments. If only they could behave themselves, they could hug you from behind as you baked... Though of course, Zandy is allowed in because he's a good little boy! Sometimes he helps you or he's just there to keep you company! (You have to keep Zandy's special batch in your room and have him sneak over so you two can eat it together in secret... otherwise, the segments would find out and that would not be fun...)

YESSS FOXTTORE AND THE PUFFBALLS TRYING TO BREAK IN... no poor Foxttore would just give up and sit outside the door all huffy and sad... its favorite human has betrayed it!! but the pufflings, they would have infiltrated the kitchen already, they were there hidden inside the cabinets and under the stove the night before. The ones that weren't there yet just squeezed themself through some other crevice... eventually, you just get them all in and Foxttore is very very happy :3 Its fur coat unfortunately may get a bit messy with the chocolate... you will have to give it a bath later. (I can just imagine, you will turn your back for a few seconds, and then you turn back around to see Foxttore guilty with his paw in the bowl of chocolate...)

Reader would definitely customize the boxes of chocolates for the segments... they would make sure to note down the kind of chocolate they prefer, what kind of fillings they like, etc... and the older segments who have a taste for more bitter chocolates too... :D Not to mention the little notecard with to: and from: [name]...

And let's not forget about our dearest Dottie... he would want to taste more chocolates even after they're done, and to do so, he would simply kiss you repeatedly, savoring the lingering taste of the delicious sweetness on your lips. Yes, he's never cared for Valentine's Day, but when it's like this, he supposes it's not all that bad.

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #i honestly never cared abt valentines day but the fluff with harbingers makes me like it more #and yes i aspire to live as joyous as you...#I AM SO NORMAL ABT THEM... I WANT MORE DOMESTIC MOMENTS

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callofdudes · 3 months

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Yesss!! Cod g/t brain worm! I just really need as much tiny!y/n, ghost, soap, and gaz with guant!price fics as I can handle!

Giant!Price and his little tinys helping him cooking in the kitchen. Like tiny!soap amd ghost pushing the ingredients to price when he needs them, while tiny!y/n mixes the pot and tiny!gaz is the taste tester!! It's so cute🥺🥺

P.s. I am sending something kinda similar to this to other authors as well. BUT I AM CHANGING THE PROMPT!! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something not super similar to this, but still a cod g/t fic, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷

Shut up this is so adorable. I immediately thought of them as those little tiny chibi like characters. So just know that is what I'm picturing as I write this. Their little beans now. I hope you enjoy it, this was an interesting experiment.

When a family makes a home.

Price was in charge of taking care of his little ones. While you weren't always the most military efficient, Price brought you guys everywhere with him. On leave he had shelves above his bed where he had set up beds and configurations for sleep, all for you guys.

At night dropping you all off at your little platforms and making sure you were snuggled in so you wouldn't fall off. Even if you did, his chest would be there as a landing pad.

Even so, sometimes you guys would come and snuggle with him. Mostly you or Johnny, which frequently leads to you guys trapped under his weighted blanket.

If there is one thing you all like to do together though, it's baking. Price was taught by his mother how to cook and bake, and that was something that always stuck with him. Making bread or cupcakes. He wasn't always the best decorator there ever was, but it worked out.

Especially with his little helpers. Price got up and ready for the day, having a shower and dressing in something fresh. Coming outside to see four little people standing outside the door expectantly. Like cats almost.

He chuckled softly, walking down the hall with you all following after him. Johnny hopped and grabbed Simon's hand as they ran with him.

Gaz tagged along behind with you, having a conversation about something or other. The morning laziness was nice, especially since Price didn't get time off a lot. What with work?

You headed to the kitchen and Johnny jumped excitedly. "We'll help!!"

"We always help, Johnny." Simon pokes his cheek, making the Scot pout a little.

Price bent down, gently picking you all up, Johnny and Gaz getting comfy. Simon huffed and stepped into Price's hand with you behind him.

"So what are we making??" You asked, leaning forward to inspect the clean counter and washed-down stove.

"Omelets, I'm fixing for one today. That alright?"

Gaz gave his biggest thumbs up. As a taste tester of course he got to be the first to approve. 😌

"Perfect." Price got out a pan. "Alright," He headed to the fridge, narrating quietly as he got out eggs, milk, onions, peppers and whatever else they needed. He set them in a pile and placed his hand over the man to make sure it was hot.

He poured some oil in the pan and you all stood around watching. Gaz had a little spot by the spice rack where he usually sat. In his words, his job was to "sit there and look pretty." Which he did very well.

Price felt the pan was hot and reached his hand out. "Eggs."

Simon got up, Johnny and him each taking a side to flip the carton open. "How about this one Simon??"

"Looks heavy as fuck."

"This one it is then!"

Simon sighed, going over and taking off his little gloves, helping Johnny wiggle the egg out and carry it back on wobbly legs to Price.

"Thank you." Price cracked the egg in the pan, watching it sizzle and start to cook. "I'm going to flip it a few times and then you can have it y/n."

You smiled, nodding and rushing over. At the ready Captain Price!

"Ok, one, two, pull!" Johnny pushed the jug of milk forward with all his might, Simon grabbing the handle and tugging, his feet struggling under the marble countertop.

Slowly dragging it over.

"See.. this isn't too hard!"

"Thank you, both of you."

Johnny smiled, hopping on Simon and squeezing him. "aye aye captain!"

Simon pinched Johnny's cheek. "You're horrible."

You watched, smiling and looking into the pan. Price poured a dab of milk in and smoothed the egg around, ordering up another egg which Johnny and Simon quickly fetched.

Once Price popped it in he handed you the flipper. "Have at it kiddo."

"Yes!" You jumped in, standing on the edge, close but not too close, stirring the egg and flipping it with all your might!

Price went to the fridge again and poured three glasses of orange juice. He set down a big one and two small ones. Then getting out pineapple and mango for Simon and Gaz. Two little glasses.

You take a few sips while you watch the pan, grabbing the handle again and squishing it under the omelette, grunting and pushing it up and flipping it. Getting the folded side over too.

"How's it looking y/n?" Price asked.

"It looks good!

"Careful with that knife you two." He said over to Johnny and Simon. Simon looked over at Price. They'd gotten out the peppers and onions, Johnny holding the handle while Simon guided the blade down on the vegetable.

"Don't worry, If Johnny loses a hand I won't worry."

"Hey! You'd worry if I lost a hand." Johnny rested his chin on the handle, pouting out his lip at Simon.

Simon grumbled a little. "Yeah,.. just hold the knife."

Johnny grinned, knowing that was a yes, and went back to work.

Price looked at Gaz who sipped his pineapple mango. "Comfy?"

Gaz looked at him, then the others. "Sure beats having to chop peppers captain."

Price hummed and nodded. "Of course." He finished off his drink and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Heading over to you. "Alright kiddo, I'll squeeze in here for a moment."

You hopped out of the way and Price took the flipper, putting the omelette on the plate. "Alright, a couple more eggs."

Simon scuttled over while Johnny held the handle of the knife, stepping into the carton and grabbing an egg.

"Careful Simon." You warned. Simon huffed, pulling the egg and wiggling it out. He hopped back down, starting to walk over and - crack.

Simon slipped in the egg white that spilled, the whole egg cracking and flooding down on him. You snickered, covering your mouth quickly.

"Son." Price chuckled, holding out his hand. Simon lifted his mask and spat out egg white. Covered from head to toe.

"Shut up." He grumbles before any of you can say anything. "You've been egged!" You snort.

Johnny came over with an armful of pepper chippings. "I got us- ah!" He slipped, egg white staining all up and down his back.

Gaz burst out laughing, followed by you. Johnny whined, standing up and shaking out his dripping gooey hands.

"Oh come on. Who did that??"

Price held out his hand, Johnny seeing Simon also completely drenched in egg. Well, he was glad he wasn't like Simon... He was swimming in it!

Price lightly shook his head. "Ok y/n, you and Gaz keep an eye on the stove, I'll get these two cleaned up."

"Yes sir." You bent down, grabbed a cloth from the stove handlebar and lifted it. Poking your head up carefully as you walked with the large thing.

"Careful," Gaz warned, also getting up and making sure you didn't slip. You huffed, throwing the towel on the small spill, shuffling your feet while Gaz came over and picked up the eggshells.

Once all is clean you get some pepper pieces and put them in the pan. Gaz and you grabbing another egg out.

Gaz went around again and turned down the heat. He spotted the unattended omelette on the plate. Casually walking over and sitting down. He pulled the corner close and took a big chomp.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Are you already eating it??" You snickered. "You won't get to taste test."

"I already did. And besides, he won't notice."

You both waited until Price returned with freshly washed clothes Johnny and Simon. "We survived!" Johnny waved, both hopping down onto the counter.

Price chuckled. "Now where were we?"

"Putting another omelette in."

And so you got to work. Simon and Johnny helping with more ingredients and getting the spice shakers to Price. You helped flip and stir, making up some better egg batter to pour in. And Gaz sat and looked pretty.

When all was said and done Price cut up some pieces for you four and had his plate. "Want to test it Gaz??"

"He already-"

Gaz shushed you softly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Price. "Yes, I do." Price tore a piece and gave it to Gaz, who gobbled it down. Giving a thumbs up. "It's really good-" he said through a mouthful.

You each took your plates and followed Price. Getting help down onto the floor and waddling after him with your omelettes. An adorable sight.

You made it to Price's office and he helped you all onto the desk. Grabbing on his laptop, a blanket and a Nintendo Switch.

He put the blanket on the end of his desk and you all sat around the Nintendo Switch, happily eating and watching videos.

"Hey Price??" You poked your head up. Price looking over.

"This is good."

"Well, you helped make it, so pat yourselves on the back too." He ruffles your hair with his thumb.

Johnny giggled, Simon rolled his eyes, and Gaz just continued to look pretty.

It was a peaceful morning.

Price went back to tapping away on his keyboard while you guys watched different videos. Cheering, laughing and talking as you ate.

Price never felt bugged hearing you guys talk. Just glad he had you guys around with him.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #captain price x y/n #platonic reader #g!price t!141 #giant! Price x Tiny 141 #john price x y/n #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x y/n #kyle garrick x reader #kyle's job is to taste food and look pretty #Ghost got egged #a tad rushed since its been sitting here in my drafts since tumblr did that stupid thing

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spadecentral · 7 months

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🧁 Cupcake Catastrophe | Trey Clover x Reader

>> commissioned!: by an unnamed commissioner >> a/n: yay it's my first trey work :3 i hope this isn't too ooc!!

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you and trey bake together! >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): nickname 'hon'

You were so glad that your boyfriend, Trey, was there to help you bake things when you didn’t want to be baking alone. Which, to be honest, was all the time. The kitchen seemed so much brighter to you when Trey was in the kitchen alongside you. As Trey mixed together the wet ingredients–eggs, milk, vanilla extract, and butter–with a spatula, you used the automatic mixer to blend the dry ingredients–sugar, flour, and baking powder–together. It was calm and perfect.

“I’m done with the wets,” Trey calls to you over the sound of the mixer running.

“Alright, bring them over so we can mix them together, then!” you smile at him. Unfortunately you weren’t looking at the dial while trying to turn the mixer off. So instead of turning it down to slow it, you turned it up, causing the side of your face and torso to be completely covered with little particles of cupcake ingredients.

At first, your face was one of shock. And then it turned into misery. But before long, you were giggling and laughing at the explosion of powder. Trey couldn’t help but join in with your laughter, even though he was trying to clean you up by getting a damp washcloth to wipe down your face.

“You would think that after being here so much with you,” you said between giggles, “I wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake!”

“There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.” Trey finished wiping your face down and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I guess you’ve proved your own incompetence for today.”

“Aww no!! It was only a little spill,” you pouted.

“I’ll finish up the baking,” he shook his head and directed you to a barstool. “We can’t have you spilling anything else.”

“Fine,” you sighed. “But only if I get to lick the spoon!”

“You’d get to do that anyway,” he smirked as he finished cleaning up the counter. “But yes, if you sit there and watch, you can lick the spoon while we’re waiting for the cupcakes to bake.”

“Yesss,” you murmured, content with your false victory.

Soon enough, Trey was finished baking by himself and the cupcakes were cooling down.

“I’m gonna have one,” you declared, deciding that they had cooled for long enough and you couldn’t care enough to wait to make the icing.

“Split one with me, then.” Trey said as he watched you walk over to the cooling tray.

“Alright,” you smiled, picking up a cupcake and cutting it down the middle with a knife. “Here you go!”

“Thank you, hon,” he said as he took the half from your hand. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you smiled, tapping your own half against his.

#twstnexus #trey clover #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover x reader #twst #twst trey #trey x reader #twst trey x reader #twst trey clover #trey clover twst #@.twst.works

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sadie-bug345 · 26 days

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dallas and a reader who is unbelievably nice to everyone (maybe a bit shy too) basically the opposite of him

YESSS i love this. dally is actually my husband so this is just hypothetical ofc🤓🫶

i feel like he’d really like you cause you’re more like johnny

except even sweeter and not at all “hardened by the world”

you’re so empathetic when dallas does share his feelings with you (which is so rare im so sorry😭) but you perfectly describe the way he’s feeling and just like feel that with him and he’s like 🧍‍♀️ oh.

cause dallas’ whole thing is he cannot express his emotions well

hes super repressed so even when he does love johnny he can’t show it for the life of him

the way he experiences grief over johnny is through not experiencing it at all and just giving up

TANGENT BUT ANYWAYS

hes like “uhm what is this warm fuzzy feeling” whenever you hang out with him

cause your vibe is just so contagious

your smile is like the cutiest thing and he’s such a sucker for it

dallas doesn’t change for you

cause that’s also dallas’ thing is he refuses to change. sure he can “become tough to handle anything” or whatever but he’ll never change for the better. period

when he first gets arrested at 10 it’s givinggggg “the old dally can’t come to the phone rn…why? oh..cause he’s dead‼️😔🕊️🪦” LMAOO

i keep getting side tracked

WHICH is what happens whenever you and dally go on long drives or just have any convo

like you’ll start talking about your day and it’ll just morph into anything that comes into your mind and your eyes light up whenever you switch to a new topic like “oh! that reminds me…” it’s so cuteee

one thing that came to mind is like maybe one of your girlfriends is going thru a breakup or a hard time and you’re like “dal, we should bake some cookies for her and drop them off at her house” and he’s like “NUH UH NOPE🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️”

and you’re just like whatever and start doing it yourself

and then he pulls up to your house and he bought a sweet card for you to fill out and give to her along w the sweet treats cause WHO DONT LOVE A SWEET TREAT WHEN YOURE CRYING⁉️

anyways he didn’t really chip in other than that. he also stole a cookie which you pretended not to notice

he’ll drive you to her house and you ding dong ditch her house w the goodies and then he SPEEDS away cause he says “i can’t be seen being a wuss to some girl who got broken up with”

and then you say some super wise thing abt how the strongest of us stand with the weakest or smth and he’s just like

“sooo…wanna go to dairy queen?”

TYSM to the person who requested this! this was so much fun to write!! cause i looove me some dally x reader stuff and just matt dillon in general. OK BYE MY INBOX IS OPEN🥰👇

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #outsiders #matt dillon

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 9 months

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Hey! I got a half baked prompt for you! How about a Marilyn x dark!student reader who has powers (like psychic or whatever) that others know about but she also has a secret power of dreamwalking into other people's dreams, that no one else knows she has. In the waking world she comes off as this sweet studious girl but at night she wonders into other people's dreams when she's asleep and messes with them. For example: convincing her parents to buy her some toy when she was little, torment her bullies but also manipulates good dreams for friends.

She immediately is drawn to her new botany teacher and visits almost every night in her dreams. At first reader just weaves soothing good dreams for Marilyn who is an anxious new teacher with a new job. The more the reader falls for her, the more she manipulates Marilyn's dreams to be more...sexy lol. To the point Marilyn has a hard time looking reader in the eye, guilty that she has the hots for her student. After a more intense sexy dream of Marilyn violently taking "innocent" reader in her classroom, Marilyn loses it and kisses reader in the waking world. I'll let you decide how it all goes lol. Just no angst ending please. 💚

Yesss here it is!!! It's an interesting request, thank you very much!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

In your dreams

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Some smut, desire, slightly dark reader, manipulating dreams

Word count: 6.331

Summary: You were the teacher’s pet, the good and angelical girl in Nevermore, but the ability you have make you be like a monster… When you met Marilyn, you went totally crazy

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“I'll take the books Mrs. Green,” you said kindly, taking the books that you had used for literature class. The old woman looked at you and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you very much, (Y/N), you are always so kind...”

“I’m just doing the right thing,” you said, juggling all the books to carry them.

After that you left the class, ready to fulfill your daily tasks as a good girl. You were always like that, the quiet and obedient girl, the kind and angelic (Y/N).

Your psychic powers forced your parents to take you to a special school, Nevermore. There you weren't the only one with powers, you didn't stand out in anything, except for being the favorite student of all your teachers. That was something that the rest of your classmates didn’t like, at least the most lazy and unruly of all.

Precisely on your usual trip to the library, you came across the group that everyone in Nevermore called: the failed outcasts. A group of envious boys who lived in the principal's office. You enjoyed seeing their envious faces with each academic achievement, with each new A in your file.

“Hello, guys,” you said with a slightly mocking tone as you passed by them. The one who was the “leader,” Mark, got up from the wooden bench he was sitting on and faced you.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You shrugged, ignoring the boy and going on your way. Obviously he wasn't going to stop. With force, he grabbed your arm, making you almost drop all the books.

“Hey, be careful,” you said, shaking from his grasp.

“The one who has to be careful is you, (Y/N),” he said, threatening. You raised your eyebrows and blinked rapidly.

“What have I done?” You asked innocently.

“You know exactly what you have done...”

“Say hello politely?” You asked sarcastically. Mark, and two other guys who came over laughed. The gang leader grabbed you by the uniform jacket. You let yourself be grabbed, you didn't make any effort to let go that time.

“Shut up,” he hissed, pulling you tighter. “I'm sick of you always being the teachers’ pet...”

“I didn't know that was a flaw,” you said defiantly, having serious difficulties holding the books.

“In Nevermore we don't like smarties,” another boy said. The other two nodded.

“Yes, we hate those who think they are superior to the rest,” Mark reaffirmed, moving. Some of the books you were holding fell to the floor.

“I don't think I'm superior to anyone,” you said, shaking your head. “If you don't want to continue being useless, you should brag less and study more.”

“You motherfuc…” The boy said, pushing you hard, making you fall to the ground. You hurt yourself due to the falling and you closed your eyes. “Nobody laughs at me!”

“Don't do anything you might regret,” you said without much enthusiasm, still lying on the ground.

“I'm going to teach you a lesson right now!” He yelled, creating a flame in his palm.

“What's going on here?” A saving voice said. You turned your head, Principal Weems. You smiled

“Principal Weems, help…” You said with an angelic voice.

“Mr. Richardson, get out of the way right now!” She yelled at the boy who put out the fire and withdrew, glaring at you. “It seems that you like being punished, you already have fed me… To my office, now.”

After the boy left, head down, Larissa helped you up and to pick up the books.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N)…” She told you kindly. You shook your head, dismissing it as important.

“It's okay, I'm used to it. I just wanted to take these books to the library and they blocked my way…” You said, putting on your best sad face. “I was just trying to help Mrs. Green”

“Oh, I know, dear, you are always helping so much. Don't worry about those brutes, they will receive the punishment they deserve,” Weems told you, resting a hand on your shoulders.

“Oh, no, you don't have to punish them too much, Principal Weems, those kind of kids never learn,” you said with a wide smile. The woman smiled at you and sighed. At school you were an angel, you didn't want to lose that reputation.

“You're too nice, (Y/N), be very careful,” she told you, smiling, before turning around and going back to the building.

You smiled evilly when no one was looking at you anymore and you opened one of your hands, where you had a small souvenir that you had just acquired. It was Mark's lighter. You took the opportunity to take it off when he pushed you. You played with it and put it in your pocket.

“I'm going to have a great time...”

Night came, and with it bedtime, your favorite time of the day. The lights were off and your roommate was looking at her phone in awe of her.

“Hey, Yoko, leave the mobile at once, or lower the brightness. It seems daytime,” you said amused while you lay on your back.

“Why?” Your roommate asked. “Does the glow of triumph bother you? My Instagram account already has 600 followers.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I never said it was a competition,” you said, throwing a shoe at your friend, who obviously didn't see it coming.

“Ow!”

“Turn that off, I need darkness to be able to sleep,” you said. Your friend frowned at you but with a sigh of surrender she lowered the brightness of her screen.

You needed to be in the dark, that wasn't a lie, but you were up to something, you were always up to something at bedtime. You looked at the vampire for the last time and looked for something under the pillow, the lighter.

You took it out and squeezed hard in one of your hands, concentrating as hard as possible.

“Good night Mark…” You whispered with a smile.

“Hey, come on, throw it!” Mark said, looking at a grown man. You assumed that he was his father.

It was an idyllic picture. Father and son playing with a baseball in the middle of what looked like a farm surrounded by forest.

“How cute…” You whispered, leaning out of one of the trees, looking at the pleasant family scene. “Wait a minute Mark...”

You moved your hand, causing the ball the boy threw to go with great force, and get lost among the woods.

“Wow, looks like I'm strong,” Mark said, looking in amazement at the range of his throw. “I'll go for it.”

“Ahh no, no way,” you said, smiling and disappearing.

When you reappeared, it was no longer you, but the boy's father. You shook your head and grabbed Mark's arm before he was lost in the woods.

“Wait, son, don't worry, I'll go look for it,” you said, patting his back. Mark nodded as you headed into the woods.

When you no longer saw the light of that countryside, you changed back to your original form, looking around.

There was nothing in that forest. Just familiar objects like books, pens, failed tests, and some very blurry people crossing from one side to the other. The trees made no noise as they moved with the wind, the only thing that could be heard were past conversations, blurred memories that ran through the boy's subconscious.

You returned to the open field, where Mark was waiting anxiously for his father.

“The show begins,” you said, extending one of your hands towards the sky. Day quickly passed into night. It was not a quiet night, the wolves howled from the woods.

Mark watched in astonishment as time passed and looked towards your position.

“Dad? It's already gotten dark! We should go home!” He yelled with a trembling voice.

The peaceful forest full of memories was no longer such, you had taken care to make it as dark as possible. You smiled.

“Come here, son! Run!” You shouted with the voice of the father. The boy hesitated for a moment, but he ended up entering the woods.

When he did, you closed the exit, moving hideously shaped trees. The farm was no longer in sight.

“Dad…” The boy whispered, who began to tremble with fear.

“Great, get ready, Mark…” You said laughing, transforming into a horrible giant spider.

With a slow and menacing step, you addressed the boy, who turned pale when he saw you.

“Oh my God… my God!” He yelled before running off. You went after him.

Along the way there were obstacles that you were placing. Mud puddles for him to trip over, monstrous creatures blocking his path… It was so much fun.

When you got tired of chasing him, you made a wall appear right in his path, which the boy collided with, falling to the ground.

A bunch of ghostly memories covered the forest. The worst memories, Mark’s worst experiences.

“No… No… Please… Stop!” He yelled, covering his ears. You kept getting closer, moving your hairy paws and pincers with a terrifying frenzy. “Noooo!”

“Enough…” You thought.

You opened your eyes suddenly. Your face outlined a smile. You dropped the lighter you were holding and got out of bed, barefoot, trying not to wake your partner. Making as less noise as possible, you opened the door a little. The hallway was dark. With a petulant movement you looked at your watch.

“Three… Two… One…” You whispered.

“Ahhhhhh! Help meee!” A terrified Mark crossed the corridor. He was completely sweaty and scared. Satisfied, you closed the door and went back to bed, lying down with a sigh of triumph, of victory.

Everyone at Nevermore believed that your power was clairvoyance. Your parents, like the experts on such outcasts, always said that you were a mediocre psychic, that your powers were too low for any of your predictions to be relevant. They were all wrong. You may have been psychic, but you didn't make prophecies, you didn't see the future. Your skill went far beyond. You could control the dreams of anyone you wanted.

You found out about it by chance when you were very young. At first you were surprised, but little by little you began to like navigating people's dreams. If your parents didn't want to buy you the toy you wanted so much, you would go inside their head while you slept, projecting cruel visions, horrible visions of the possible (not possible) consequences of not acceding your requests.

By the time you grew up, you had mastered the technique of getting into other people's dreams, and it wasn't toys you asked for, but much more complex things. In your normi school you were the weird one, the teachers' pet. Just like in Nevermore. Unfortunately, in the normi world, bullying was much worse.

By day you were the target of all the taunts and laughter, but at night you were the queen of the bullies' nightmares. Someone had to have psychiatric treatment to overcome the suffering they had when closing their eyes.

At first you did it for justice, to get revenge on those who hurt you. But little by little you began to enjoy the suffering you caused. You had to control yourself not to lose your mind. On the outside you were a good, obedient girl, but when you slept you turned into a monster. Although not everyone suffered under the control of your dreams. You always prepared pleasant and calm dreams for those you considered your friends.

All you needed was an object, something belonging to the person who would suffer your torture. Yes, little by little you were also becoming a kleptomaniac.

The next morning was quiet. Neither Mark nor the rest of his group approached you. They had no idea it was you, but fear managed to tame even the most bully.

You walked calmly through the grounds of Nevermore, without worries. You approached the old conservatory curiously. There was something different in that building, the door was open. Curiosity was one of your greatest virtues, but also one of your greatest flaws.

You approached slowly. You heard two voices. One was Principal Weems', the other you've never heard of before.

“I hope you have everything you need, Marilyn. If you are missing something, please let me know.”

“Don't worry, this place is magnificent.”

You leaned out in an inconspicuous way, capturing the attention of the two women.

Larissa was there, along with a redheaded woman you'd never seen before. She caught your eye right away. She was beautiful, she had an innocent face. Not even knowing that they were looking at you, you could blink.

“Oh, (Y/N), nice to see you. Come, I want to introduce you to your new teacher, Miss Marilyn Thornhill,” Weems said.

You approached slowly, without taking your eyes off the redhead, who smiled as she looked at you curiously.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” she told you, extending her hand towards you. You cleared your throat, waking up from the state you were in. You smiled with your best good face and shook her hand in a friendly way.

“Same, Miss Thornhill,” you said with an angelic voice.

“(Y/N) is undoubtedly the best of all our students,” Larissa said, interrupting that little moment between you two. “She's a good girl, I'm sure she can help you if you need anything. Well, I have to go, I have a meeting with the mayor. (Y/N), can I trust you to help Ms. Thornhill?”

You nodded, without taking your eyes off the redhead, who was placing some boxes on top of her desk.

Larissa left the building, and you were finally alone with Marilyn. You couldn't stop looking at her, she seemed just perfect to you. You never had much of an interest in love, but maybe it was because you'd never met someone like her. Your heartbeat was rapid and your cheeks were starting to turn red.

“Do you need any help?” You said, shaking your head. The redhead looked at you and smiled kindly.

“I won't deny that I could use someone to help me organize all this,” she told you, sighing. You smiled and picked up one of the boxes, taking a look inside. There were little pots with lovely flowers.

“I guess you're the new botany teacher,” you said amused, taking out one of the pots.

“Are you a clairvoyant or something like that?” Marilyn answered you, in the same joking tone. You laughed and widened your eyes, nodding.

“Well, it turns out that I am,” you said, handing her the pot. She nodded, a little surprised. “Why are you here? Are you a siren?” You asked curiously.

Marilyn laughed and shook her head.

“Why you said so?”

“Well, I don't know, they say that sirens are beautiful…” You said murmuring. She leaned against the desk.

“Thank you, you're very kind…” The redhead sighed. “But I'm afraid I'm not a siren, nor a werewolf, nor do I have telekinetic powers. I'm normi”

You arched your eyebrows.

“Normi? Really?” You asked, maybe a little abrupt. Her expression cooled a bit, as if she had taken offense at your question.

“Well, yes…” She said in a low voice, going back to rummage through the boxes. You realized that she had not liked that question. You felt really bad, you had to fix it.

“Oh, no, I'm not saying that as if it were a bad thing, really it's just that…” You said exaggeratedly moving her hands to get her attention.

“It's weird, I know,” the redhead finished the sentence for you.

“But it's not weird in a bad way, I mean, it's okay, I mean... I'm glad you're normi, I mean, it's a pleasure to have you here...” You said messily, while you insulted yourself for every word you said.

Marilyn laughed, shaking her head.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). I understand that it may seem strange to you, I am not part of your world.”

“Eh, no, it's not strange,” you said, reassuring yourself when you saw that she didn't really seem to have bothered. She looked at you over her glasses, knowing you were struggling to make sense.

After that disastrous first meeting, little by little things began to improve. It was the weekend and that gave you time to get to know Marilyn better. She was a nice, friendly woman. You didn't make any more comments regarding the normies, or the obvious difference between her and the rest of the people in Nevermore.

You were enthralled, captivated by that woman. You couldn't say that you loved her, but you could say that you were interested in her, you liked her. Every afternoon you stopped by the conservatory and chatted about unimportant things. It could be said that you were something like…. Friends?

In an oversight of the redhead, you finally got something of hers, something that belonged to her, a small brooch with a rose that she used to wear on her dress.

Every night you closed your eyes and made relaxing dreams for her. She was tormented by the fear of being rejected, she always dreamed that she was fired, that they made fun of her for not being an outcast. Fortunately you managed to change that, you managed to relax her, let her be herself. The change was noticeable in the botany classes, in your talks after class. Your relationship grew closer and closer. You were tempted to tell her that you were the cause of her peaceful dreams, that self-confidence she had acquired. You couldn't do it, you knew you couldn't.

“The truth is that it’s very strange. At first I was very scared to come here. Such a different place...” Marilyn told you while you were watering the plants. Your attitude as a good girl, with the right eye of the teacher worked perfectly with that woman. She was very fond of you. “But the truth is that I feel much better, thanks to you.”

You turned scared. There was no way she could have caught you.

“Thanks to me?” You asked. The watering can you were carrying in your hand began to tremble, as did your whole body.

“Yes, (Y/N), you've helped me a lot…” She said, approaching you and holding your hand. Your body stopped shaking, it completely locked up.

“Helped?” You said with a sigh, noticing the warmth of her hand in yours. The redhead nodded smiling, without letting go of your hand. “How I helped you?”

“Well, you're always with me in the afternoon, you make me laugh… You know? I think I have even more pleasant dreams since I met you.”

You blushed, and even though you didn't want her hand, you had to, you were nervous to hear that statement that not even Marilyn herself knew how real it was.

That afternoon, that unexpected contact of her hand with yours was a turning point. You realized how much your strange interest in that woman, in your teacher, had increased. You couldn't say you didn't love her anymore, it was impossible for you to camouflage your feelings. You loved her, you had fallen in love with her hopelessly.

But it was impossible, you knew it. She took your hand, but it was just a gesture of innocent affection, there was no way that meant anything.

“Forget it, (Y/N), not even in your dreams…” You murmured in bed, whispering low enough so that your sleeping roommate wouldn't notice. Suddenly you opened your eyes, and a terrible idea flashed through your head. You took a small box that you had under your pillow and you opened it somewhat nervously.

There you kept all the small objects of your “victims,” everything you used to torment your enemies and calm down the people who were good to you. Mark's lighter, and Marilyn's rose brooch. You swallowed hard and picked it up, moving it around in your hand and watching it to see what your conscience was telling you.

Your partner moved in her bed and you, scared, put the box under your pillow again. But not the brooch, the brooch you squeezed in your hand before closing your eyes.

“Hello, Ms. Thornhill,” you said, peeking through the conservatory door. The redhead looked at you and her jaw dropped.

You weren't wearing your uniform, at least not the way you usually wore it. You weren't wearing anything under your jacket, only your bare chest was visible. Your skirt wasn't as long as it used to be either, you could almost see your underwear. Marilyn was staring at you.

“(Y/N)… I, I'm glad to see you,” she said, stuttering, while she was watering a plant. In reality she only watered the floor. The sight of your body and your suggestive clothing were distracting enough.

“I came because I had a problem with my homework and I thought you could help me…” You said, approaching the redhead, swinging your hips. She set the watering can down on the table and nodded nervously.

“Su, sure…” She whispered, trying not to look at your bare chest.

You laughed and moved closer, running your finger along her neck. She didn't know where to look. She slowly began to move back and you increased the temperature, undoing the only button on your jacket that was tied. Now the vision of your breasts was much clearer and Marilyn's eyes went directly to them, while she took small steps back to try to get away from you.

She wouldn't get it. You controlled that dream.

A chair appeared behind her, into which the redhead fell, while you sat on her lap.

“You turn me on so much …” You whispered in her ear. She just shook her head.

You took one of her hands and put it inside the jacket, gently taking it over your skin, over your breasts, over your belly. She no longer offered resistance. That was a good sign, the dream was pleasant, she didn't get so nervous as to be a nightmare. You laughed when you saw how her eyes looked at you, how her breathing became more and more disordered.

“(Y/N)…” The redhead sighed, her eyes closed. Now the hand that was free caressed your leg, your thigh, while her lips lightly rested on your neck. “(Y/N), I want you…”

You laughed as you gasped as you felt her breath on your skin, her hands now roaming freely over your body. Her lips went up your neck until they were very close to yours. You could feel that touch that you wanted so much. Her hips swayed as you could swear you could feel some heat emanating from between her legs.

You wanted to continue, you wanted so bad, but somehow you felt guilty. You have never used others’ dreams to satisfy your own sexual desires. Something in your little conscience told you that this was wrong, terribly wrong. You would have to wake up or you would be forever lost.

You woke up nervous, sweating. You held the brooch so tightly in your hand that it left a mark in the palm of your hand. You were horny, frustrated that you hadn't been able to finish your dream. There was only one small problem. That was not your dream, it was his. You looked at the alarm clock, wishing that time would pass quickly, that it would finally dawn and you could check if that unusual manipulation had had any effect.

“And that's it, have a good time guys,” Marilyn said when the bell rang. All your classmates got up in a hurry, wanting to enjoy some free time. Not you, you stayed seated, looking at your notebook.

Marilyn was able to leave the pots in their place and you cleared your throat, getting her attention. The redhead turned, but she glanced at you briefly. It was like she didn't want to look you in the eye. That made you think. It seemed that dream had some effect.

It was not a good thing. If it caused an effect like that, it was working. You had to be sure. You got up from the desk, picking up your notebook.

“Sorry, Ms. Thornhill…” You said, causing Marilyn to look at you again. She nodded, faking a smile. “I have a problem with my homework… And I thought you could help me…”

A sound of breaking glass filled the conservatory. Marilyn was holding a glass jar with a small flower, which shattered when you uttered those words. She was nervous, very nervous. You didn't care, you came over to help her pick up the crystals.

“(Y/N), no, you don't have to help me... You can, you can cut yourself... “ She told you. Her voice trembled. Her face was red and your smile was so wide that it was impossible to hide it.

“It's not a bother,” you said, picking up several pieces of glass.

“Tell, tell me, (Y/N), what's your problem with homework?” Marilyn asked as you walked away to throw the crystals into a trash can. You turned around and like in her dream, you undid the button on your jacket. Naturally you were wearing clothes underneath, but that gesture seemed to make the redhead very, very nervous.

“Well, I'm having a hard time finding some of the species you're asking for…” You said, looking for an absurd excuse.

Your teacher's face was a poem. Her body trembled, her cheeks were flushed. She didn't answer you. She seemed at a loss for words.

“Ms. Thornhill, are you alright?” You asked amused. She shook her head and turned her back on you.

“Oh, yes, yes... It's just... I'm a bit dizzy... It must be the humidity in this place...” She told you without looking at you. You bit your lip, but decided to stop.

“I'd better go then. Don't worry, see you tomorrow,” you said goodbye with your usual angel face.

It had been a success. Marilyn was nervous, she was unable to look at you. If she had considered it an unimportant dream she wouldn't have been so nervous, would she? You didn’t know. There was only one way to be sure. Continue. Keep perverting her dreams. You had given up doing it, but that curious reaction overrode what was left of your consciousness.

For the next few days, you continued your nocturnal misdeeds. You made it a little more subtle, a little more suggestive. In her dreams you kissed her, caressed her, hugged her. You had to use yourself thoroughly, avoiding that the situation was always the same. Your imagination was overflowing. You manipulated Marilyn's dreams in a thousand different ways.

In class she no longer seemed the same. She tried not to look at you, to ignore you as much as possible. You didn't know if she felt violent, or guilty. In her dreams she enjoyed, that small part of her subconscious that you played with agreed with everything she did, there was no resistance. You soon came to the conclusion that she did feel guilty, guilty of wanting you, of feeling desire, attraction to a student. You couldn't stop. The greater the love you felt for her, the more intense were the dreams you created. You had no limit, you began to fear for your health, you began to think that you were obsessed, that you had become addicted to those dreams...

“You have an angel face, (Y/N), but you're a bad girl…” the redhead said, while she pushed you violently against her desk, grabbing your hair tightly.

You turned, looking panicked. Marilyn was looking at you longingly, her eyes full of lust.

“But, Ms. Thornhill, I just wanted to know how to take care of the rose you gave me,” you said with an innocent voice tone.

“That's what you say, (Y/N)…” The redhead whispered in your ear, while she pulled down your panties. “You dedicate yourself to making me horny in class, showing off your tits, coming without underwear…”

“But, but I'm a good girl, I'm just very clueless, I forgot to put my clothes on… Please, don't punish me…” You said, begging. She laughed.

“Of course I'm going to punish you, (Y/N)… I'm going to take you right here, I'm going to take your delicious innocent pussy and claim it as mine… You know you want it…”

You bit your lip, enjoying the spanking she gave you on your butt. She was out of control, it was the best time for a few little questions.

“Do you want me?” You asked, gasping as her fingers trailed through your wet folds. The redhead gave a little pat to your needy center and she crouched down to your ear.

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you... I've wanted you since the first time I saw your beautiful body... You drive me crazy, (Y/N)...” She said moaning, while inserting two of her fingers into you, causing you to scream with pleasure…

“Do you…? Ahhh! Do you like dreaming about me?” You said between moans, forgetting for a moment the danger and risk of that question.

“Yes... I like it... You provoke me too much... I touched myself thinking of you, (Y/N)... Every night...”

That made you moan even more. It wasn't Marilyn speaking, it was her subconscious. If you had learned anything in all those years, it was that a person's subconscious was incapable of lying.

“Please, Marilyn... Fuck me...” You gasped, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure you felt.

“Yes, honey... My good girl... Mommy's innocent girl...”

You woke up abruptly, noticing the already familiar sensation of that brooch digging into your hand. You were agitated, excited, but with the same frustration as always. They were just dreams, nothing else. You didn't notice her hands on your body, her kisses on your lips. Nothing of what you lived left a trace once you woke up. Just the feeling of helplessness.

It was still night and the moon was illuminating the room. You got up, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Your roommate slept peacefully, oblivious to the monster she had as a friend. You huffed and leaned out the window, feeling the cool night air slipping through the old glass.

There was no one outside, just trees and fallen leaves blowing in the wind. Soon that changed. A figure you didn't recognize at first appeared in your field of vision. It was Marilyn. The redhead walked quickly, looking everywhere. She was heading towards the conservatory. You followed her with your gaze and saw her enter the building. Her face was horrified, almost despairing.

It was night, there would be no one in the conservatory. It was the perfect occasion to pull the strings more, to play your perfect student card and get Marilyn a little more insane. You didn't care if you went too far, you had to be there.

You peeked through the conservatory door. Marilyn was nervous. She moved plants from one place to another, without much sense. It was pretty obvious that she wanted to keep busy.

“Ms. Thornhill?” You said softly. She turned with a start, placing a hand on her chest.

“(Y/N), my God, but what are you doing here? It's too late...” She told you, looking away from you as was the custom.

“I wasn't sleepy and I saw a light in the conservatory and well… Here I am…” You said smiling. She sighed and ran a hand across her forehead. She was sweating.

“You should go back to bed, honey…” She told you, turning her back on you. Her voice was soft as always, but she was shaking, she was shaking as if she was beginning to be afraid of you.

“I already told you that I'm not sleepy, what are you going to do? Watering plants? I can help,” you said kindly, picking up a watering can from the floor.

The redhead rested her hands on a table and leaned over it, nodding.

“It's… It's okay…” She whispered.

You watered some of the plants. She didn't move, she continued with her gaze fixed on that table. It was obvious that she was having a hard time. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye, beginning to be concerned about her condition. You were probably driving her crazy. You decided to stop tormenting her and behave like the good girl you were supposed to be.

“Hey, Marilyn,” you said placing a hand on her shoulder. “What's wrong?”

She shook her head. Her lower lip trembled.

You grabbed her hand and forced her to turn around. She wasn't looking at your face, she seemed to be crying. You brought your hand to her cheek, wiping away the shy tear that was beginning to run down her face.

“(Y/N), please… Stop… Don’t… Don't come close to me…” she told you, gently pushing you. You did not leave, you resisted in the same position.

“Why? What's wrong?” You asked in a low voice. She shook her head, now yes, looking into your eyes. She sighed and moved her hands to your waist, holding it gently. You finally felt the warmth of her hands on your skin, through your clothes. It was real, not a dream.

“I… I…” She stammered, before pulling you towards her body and kissing you, kissing you hungrily. You froze for a moment, wishing it wouldn't stop. You played clueless, you didn't kiss back until you were sure it was really happening.

At last, you returned her kiss, playing with her tongue, letting her hands cup your face. She was passionate, hungry, desperate. After a few minutes the gasping began, but before your hand could reach her blouse, she suddenly jerked away.

“Oh, my God… I, I'm so sorry…” She said, shaking her head, horrified. You widened your eyes and frowned. “Please forgive me, (Y/N), I, I don't know what's wrong with me… I think I'm going crazy…”

“Marilyn…” You whispered, seeing the state the woman was in. You didn't know what to say. You couldn't tell the truth.

“Please, don't tell Weems, please…” She told you pleadingly.

You were immobile, thinking of the best way to fix everything. There wasn't, you had made poor Marilyn lose her mind out of selfishness, out of sheer desire. You only had two options, either confess, or move on without looking back.

The decision was made by itself. Closing your eyes, you threw yourself back into her arms, kissing her with the same intensity, grabbing her waist, not letting her escape.

“Marilyn, I… I love you,” you whispered in her ear. She looked at you strangely. Surely a confession of love was not expected. You didn't plan on declaring your feelings either, but you considered it better to talk about them than about your ability.

“But honey, I'm your teacher... We, we can't...” she said between kisses, while her hands ran over your back, your neck, your chest. “I've been dreaming of you for a long time… Every night I see you with me… This, this is not right…”

You nodded, unbuttoning her blouse. She let herself go, despite her doubts. You wanted her not to think, not to associate those dreams with you. The only way you could distract her was to love her the way you wanted, outside of dreams, in the real world.

“I've dreamed about you too, Marilyn… I'm crazy about you,” you said, passing her blouse over her shoulders, letting it fall on the conservatory floor.”

“We are going to get into trouble, (Y/N), we must stop before… Before we… Oh my God, who am I kidding… I want you too… I… I love you,” she stammered while you kissed her neck , slowly lowering until you meet the fabric of her bra.

“Nobody has to find out,” you said in a soft, affectionate voice, while you got rid of your jacket and your T-shirt.

“Nobody…” She repeated, losing herself in the sight of your bare chest, no fabric, no bra, just your skin against hers. “This is so wrong…”

“Please, Marilyn… Love me…” You said, unhooking her bra. The redhead squeezed you tightly against her, panting, desperate, wanting to touch your whole body. It was also a new experience for her. As much as they say, reality has nothing to do with dreams.

Moans soon broke the silence of the night. She kissed you, caressed you, while you did the same, enjoying, moaning, scratching. You had stopped being the good girl, the favorite student of all teachers. Now you were the crazy and unhinged (Y/N), who manipulated the woman she loved so that the desire was so strong that she could not contain herself.

Her lips were skillful, her tongue ran through every exposed corner of your body, while her hands scratched your legs.

“Please…” You whispered, as if it were a memory of her dream. Face down against her desk, naked, her fingers entering you eagerly.

You finally broke free, ready to make up for all the harm you had caused. Giving pleasure to your lover surpassed all the times you got into her dreams. Her moans were careless. Anyone walking by could see your head between your teacher's legs, her hand clutching your hair as she moaned.

When it was all over, and the confessions of love were the only thing that could be heard, you seriously thought about what you had done. You would have liked to act differently, to play fair. The fear that it would not happen was never stronger. You couldn't expect her to declare herself, she had to be on edge. You knew it wasn't true, it wasn't fair, but it was the right thing to do.

You would never get into her dreams again, there was no need. You really had her, that was more than enough, now you would have to deal with your conscience. It was easy to do, each of her kisses was worth each of the nights that the sweet and good (Y/N) turned into a monster.

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