#anyway stan buttercup

[charleslee-valentine]

More miss Buttercup on this fine day ✨

[rogers-attic]

ty american dad! /srs

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter five: Boys Don't Cry—✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, cursing, smoking, drinking, vomit

Author's Note: This one took a bit longer, but it's a longer post so I hope you all enjoy. The ending lowkey made me so sad.

chapter art the loml @clownfacepancakes120 & og cover by @silvell

—✧

SCHOOL, FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS, FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM. It was as if my whole life was taking place and school was simply a pit stop along the way. I had spent most of my days in school avoiding Stan and Kyle, and skipping class with Kenny, or Craig, or both. See, before my ultimate pregnancy, which led to the decline in my life status, Kenny Craig had been smoking buddies. Though Kenny would forever be my best friend, Craig was a close second. The monotone boy had voiced on many occasions to me that he “hated me,” but I knew that secretly meant I was his favorite person in this noisy town. Besides his beloved Tweek, who I had spent many occasions third wheeling the two without my consent. Besides, Kenny Craig and I had a special bond in the sense that I was better best friends with both their little sisters than them. Karen Tricia and I had had many many sleepovers, we even shared adorable power puff girl friendship bracelets. Me as Blossom, Tricia as Buttercup and Karen as Bubbles. We chose to go for accuracy over aesthetics.

After telling my family, Kenny had taken me to spend the night at his house, and then the next morning to meet Craig at our spot in the park so I could tell him the news. He was just as shocked as I had been, Tweek nervously stressing my future for me before having a panic attack when he realized I could no longer be his coffee buddy. Craig just looked at me in disbelief, before hugging me. His sure fire way of telling me he'd stay with me through anything, no matter what. Craig was the type of kid who never voiced his emotions, unless they were to Tweek or words of aggravation. But he was by no means the type to stand there and tell me he was there for me and always would be, so that hug meant everything to us both.

“I hate this,” I mumbled, hiding my face in my hands. “I swear I think people are staring at me.” i rambled. It was currently 7th period, only two more classes before school was done for the day, and Kenny Craig and i were skipping. We had snuck out to our spot in the park, and had been sitting there since. I sat in between the two, leaning against Kenny’s shoulder as Craig laid his legs across both our laps, laying his head against the bench's arm.

“No one is staring at you Juno, you’re being dramatic.” Kenny reassured, taking a hit of his blunt, making me sigh. I nodded, agreeing with him momentarily before turning to see Craig staring at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Craig, stop staring at me!” I shouted, making him raise his hands in defense, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry! I’m just, how did you even get pregnant anyway?” Craig said, staring at me with the same blank high face he had been staring at me with since we sat down.

“Well you see Craig, when a penis and a vagina love each other very much..” I began to explain, a teasing expression on my face as Kenny started poking his finger through his other hand to further tease Craig. He shoved me lightly, making both Kenny and I chuckle.

“Oh fuck off. I know how babies are made stupid.” He growled, making me raise an eyebrow at him.

“Well then why’d ya ask princess?” He rolled his eyes at me, sitting up slightly in his seat.

“Because Peewee, you’re supposed to be the mature one of us three remember?” 

Peewee, a stupid nickname from a stupid boy. Ever since we were kids and would play ‘The Stick of Truth,’ Kenny and I would always be the princesses together, ruling over our kingdom. After Craig had teasingly called Kenny gay one night while we were playing for being a princess, I took matters into my own hands to dub Craig a princess too, so Kenny wouldn’t feel as gay. Craig hated it so much, only for him to end up being the gayest one in the group. I had called him princess ever since. And due to my one and only weakness being my height, he referred to me as Peewee. It really was sweet when you think about it.

“I thought I was the mature one?” Kenny asked, earning looks for both Craig and I. I fake pouted at him, patting his head as if he were a dog.

“Sure Ken, you’re the mature one.” I teased, sharing a look with the boys before we both laughed. Craig and Kenny continued on laughing, but I couldn’t help but feel my heart dip in my chest. I made awkward eye contact with Stan from across the way, he was skipping too. He was alone though, usually he’d have Kyle right beside him but he didn’t. He took a long swig from his beer bottle before making his way away from the school. I sighed, staring at where he just stood.

“Hey, Joey, I was just teasing you I swear.” Craig said, another nickname he usually called me by. Craig claimed he needed to be original. He couldn’t just call me Juno like everyone else, he needed to be special.

“No, I know. It’s okay.” I said, shaking my head to try and erase the image of my saddened brother from my mind.

“Then why do you look all sad?” He asked again, as Kenny gestured towards me with his blunt.

“Need a hit?” He offered, earning a slap on the shoulder from Craig.

“She’s pregnant dickwad.” He grumbled, earning an angry look from Kenny.

“Ow! Just cause she’s pregnant doesn’t mean we should disclud her now does it?” He asked angrily, causing Craig to roll his eyes.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well I’m rubber and you’re glue whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.” Kenny teased, taking a hit from his blunt before sticking his tongue out at Craig.

“Okay I didn’t know we were back in the 3rd grade!” Craig shouted, and Kenny scoffed.

“At Least in the third grade you didn’t run your mouth!” Kenny shouted back, before the two boys broke into bickering. This was usually the dynamic between the two, the the bickering was always playful and full of love. Usually their nonsense bickering would end up cheering me up or distracting me,but I just sat there, staring again.

“I'm scared.” I mumbled, whispered even, barely even loud enough for them to hear. But they did, and both boys immediately stopped fighting, and looked at me with equal amounts of concern.

“What?” Craig asked, pulling away from the position he had been fighting kenny in to come closer beside me.

“What are you scared of?” Kenny asked, and Craig sighed.

“I was just kidding, I’m not actually gonna chop Kenny’s dick off.” Craig reassured, making me shake my head slightly with shock.

“Woah, what?”

“Yeah you missed about 50% of that argument spacing out.” Kenny said, both boys laughing before I interrupted again.

“No no, I’m scared for tonight I mean.” I sighed again, feeling Kenny grab my hand before I turned to smile at him. “I’m meeting Mark and Vanessa tonight with my dad. I mean what if they’re like, mean or lame hippies. Or what if they’re pagan cult leaders and want my baby to sacrifice to their god?” I rambled, shaking my head in my hands as Kenny laughed slightly.

“I don’t think they’re pagan cultists. Satanists, maybe, but hey you win some you lose some.” Kenny teased, earning another light slap from Craig.

“What if they don’t like me? What if they judge me, or think I’m dumb.” I continued on my nervous rant, now earning a sigh from Craig.

“You’re not dumb Joey.” He said softly, making me scoff.

“I’m 17 years old and I’m fucking pregnant. I’m pretty dumb.” 

“Not dumber than Craig.” Kenny said, his voice full of sincerity as I let out a light chuckle, making Kenny smile that he achieved his goal to get me to smile.

“Hey!” Craig shouted, about to begin arguing again before Kenny shushed him.

“Shut up dude, this is serious.” Kenny said, making Craig scoff and roll his eyes.

“They’re gonna love you Juno. You’re giving them a literal baby, the gift of life. And if they don’t like you it’s their loss, because you’re amazing.” Kenny said, and Craig nodded along. I could help but pout at Kenny’s sweetness, as both boys pulled me into a hug, sandwiching me between them.

“I love you guys.”

“We can come with you if you want?” Craig offered, making me quickly decline.

“Nah. My dads going and I don’t want you two trying to trick him into giving you free weed again.” We got up to go back inside, as Kenny rolled his eyes, yelling after me with annoyance.

“It was one time! One time!”

—✧

MY DAD HAD TRIED TO TALK TO ME THE ENTIRE DRIVE TO THE LORINGS. I didn’t talk back. He could tell I was nervous. We pulled up into their neighborhood and I already felt self-conscious about the fact that I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and not a princess gown and tiara. Their garage alone was bigger than my entire house, and their lawn was decked in flowers and bushes, not dead grass and old weeds. I didn’t fit in here, this felt very outlandish.

“Hi. I'm Vanessa. You must be Juno and Mr. Marsh.” She shook both me and my dad’s hands. “Hi. Vanessa Loring.” She continued her greeting, and suddenly I realized that she was even more nervous than I was.

“It's Vanessa, right? Is that...?” I began to tease, before my dad smiled awkwardly, interrupting before I blew this before I even walked in the door.

“Thanks for having me and my irresponsible child over to your house.” He greeted, smiling at her.

“Oh, no, thank you. Thank you. Come on in. Can I take your coat or your hat?” She offered, earning a smile as I carefully handed her my jacket.

“Wicked pic in the PennySaver, by the way.” I smiled, taking a handful of the caramel candies they had on their table, handing a few to my dad. “Super-classy. Not like those people with fake woods in the background. Who are they fooling?” I joked, making Vanessa smile, confused by my very extroverted personality.

“You found us in the PennySaver?” She asked, causing me to nod as her husband came down the stairs behind her.

“Hi, Mark Loring. I'm the husband.”

“How do you do? Randy Marsh of Tegridy weed… ha, sorry, caught myself. I am no longer a weed farmer.” My dad said awkwardly, making me smile at Mark and shake his hand as well.

“Yeah, now my dad plays with rocks instead.” I teased, earning a light shove from my dad.

“Nice to meet you.”

“This is Gerta Rauss, our attorney.” Vanessa said, introducing the other woman who was sitting on the couch. She smiled, waving at me.

“And this, of course, is Juno.” My dad introduced me, and I sent the group an awkward smile.

“Like the city in Alaska.” Mark said intrigued, but I shook my head.

“No.” I said quickly, shoving a few caramel candies in my mouth.

“No? Okay. Hon, should we sit down and get to know one another?” 

“I thought I'd get drinks. What would you like? I have Pellegrino or VitaminWater or orange juice with…”

“I'll have a Maker's Mark, please. Up.” I said, gesturing up with my thumb as Vanessa gave me a shocked look. My dad chuckled at me.

“She's kidding. Junebug has a wonderful sense of humor. Just one of her many genetic gifts. She gets it from me.” He mimicked flicking his hair over his shoulder, causing me to roll my eyes.

“So, Juno, first off, how far along are you?” Gerta asked, her voice was very flat and monotone. She could make a wicked career out of voicing those alexa robots, or maybe the siri on my phone.

“I'm a junior.” I answered without hesitation, earning strange looks from the group.

“No, I mean in your pregnancy.”

“Oh, right. Kenny took me yesterday to the doctor, and they said I was 12 weeks. He wished he could be here but uh, family emergency down at the Sodosopa.” I explained, chuckling slightly to myself as I remembered Kenny stealing a handful of free condoms from the doctors office.

“Is Kenny the father?” Vanessa asked curiously, causing me to shake my head.

“No, more of a tortured third uncle kinda thing.”

They all shared a look again, choosing to ignore my strange description before continuing.

“That's great. That's marvelous. So you're into your second trimester?” She asked, making me nod.

“Yeah. Apparently. I'm due on May 4th.”

“Great. My girlfriends tell me that the first couple months are the hardest.”

“I didn't notice it at all, actually. I'm more concerned about… When they have to put that, like, elastic band in the front of my jeans.” I explained, shuddering as the thought clouded my mind.

“I think pregnancy is beautiful.”

“Well, you're lucky it's not you.” I replied to Vanessa, sighing as I thought of how freaking hard this was gonna be.

“Let's talk about how we're gonna do this thing.” Mark interrupted, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean? Don't I just have the thing… Squeeze it out and hand it over?”

“Mark and Vanessa are willing to negotiate an open adoption.” Gerta explained, this time my dad was the one to speak up.

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“It means they'd send annual updates, photos… Let Juno know how the baby is doing as he or she grows up.”

I know it's a normal thing, and i guess when you stop to think about it it's kinda sweet…but if i have to give up a piece of myself to someone, giving away a child, as much as i know it needs to be done, is so hard. No way could I live with myself being reminded I wasn't strong enough to keep it.

“Whoa, no, no, no. I don't want photos or any kind of notification. You know? I mean, can't we just, like, kick this old-school? I stick the baby in a basket, send it your way, like Moses in the reeds?” I asked, making Mark chuckle slightly.

“Technically, that would be kicking it Old Testament.” He corrected, and I nodded with agreement.

“Exactly. Right?” I nodded with agreement. “Do you know what I mean? Like in the good old days, when it was quick and dirty.”

“Well, then we all agree. A traditional closed adoption would be best for all involved.” Gerta confirmed, and all parties nodded.

“Shit, yes. Just close her on up.” I wish I could have kept a count on how many times I elicited awkward laughs from Mark and Vanessa. It was definitely a lot.

“We would compensate you for all your medical expenses.” Mark explained, grabbing onto Vanessa’s hand nervously.

“Are you looking for any other type of compensation?” She asked softly. It was such a strange question, yet she seemed so ready to give it to me if I said yes. She seemed like such a kind soul, it was extremely admirable.

“What? No. No, I don't want to, you know, sell the thing. I just... I want… I just want the baby to be with people who are gonna love it… And be good parents, you know? I mean, I'm in high school. Dude, I'm just... I'm ill-equipped.” I explained, making Vanessa smile kindly.

“Well, you're doing a beautiful and a selfless thing for us.”

“Vanessa's wanted a baby since we got married.”

“I wanna be a mommy so badly.”

Now I was the one who fake laughed.

“You don't say.” I teased, making Vanessa smile.

“Have you ever felt like you were just born to do something?” 

“Yes. Lorde.” My dad answered, with no hesitation. He looked off into the distance as if he was contemplating his life.

“What?” Mark asked, extremely confused by his answer.

“He means Geology, that’s what he means.” I interrupted, my dad nodding along, worried he would out his secret identity.

“There you go. I was born to be a mother. Some of us are.” She said with her kind smile, as my dad turned to Mark.

“How about you, Mark? Are you looking forward to being a dad?” 

“Betcha, yeah. Every guy wants to be a father… He wants to coach the soccer team...And help out with the science-fair thing, the volcano goes off…” Mark explained, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah. All that.”

“Maybe Gerta could take us through the preliminary documents you've drawn up?”

“Sweet, yeah. Could I use the facilities first? Because being pregnant makes me pee like a Seabiscuit.” They nodded, showing me the bathroom. Even their bathroom was fancy. Vanessa’s perfume cost more than my bed. I couldn't help but take a few sprays with curiosity, before leaving back downstairs. We sorted out more legal shit, to be honest I didn't pay much attention. I fell asleep on the way home, my dad held my hand the whole way.

—✧

EVER SINCE I TOLD MY MOM ABOUT THE BABY, she had been very on top of everything I did. Every night when I went to brush my teeth, she’d make sure I took my prenatal vitamins, and check on me. Like I’ve mentioned before, I had one of the best mothers ever. But today it seemed, my bitter twin brother decided to hide the bottle that resided in our shared bathroom. I tried my best not to get mad, he already hated me enough I didn’t need to push him even further. But after searching for him for a while, and Stan refusing to answer, she had started to find it rather hard to keep back her anger.

“Stan fucking Marsh, I know you hate me right now but that doesn’t mean you can just steal my prenatal vitamins okay?” I yelled, opening all the doors to try and find my brother. My parents were out to dinner again, trying to depress after the evening. “If I don’t take these and this baby comes out as a mutant, Mark and Vanessa may sacrifice me to Satan. I’m already at a liability risk that this thing could be ginger.” I made my way over to Stan’s room, surprised to not see him inside. “Stan?” I called softly, opening the door to the garage, to see Stan, throwing up on the floor leant against the wall. I quickly rushed to his side.

 “Stan!” I shouted, feeling fear fill my body. I was completely terrified. Stan’s face was pale white, besides his eyes that were red and puffy, he had been crying. His usual barely visible eye bags were now large noticeable crescents in purple print under his eyes. It’s as if he hadn’t slept since he found out. 

“Oh god. Come here Buddy, it’s okay.” I pulled Stan over to me, taking off my jacket and using it to wipe the bit of vomit he couldn’t clean off of his face. He made a low groaning noise as I did, before his eyes squinted open slightly to look at me.

“I drank too much.”  He mumbled, burying his head into my shoulder, causing me to quickly wrap my arms around him. I looked around nervously, running a hand through Stan’s hair. It was greasy. It used to be greasy, back when he used to struggle most with his depression. I convinced him to talk to mom about getting him to start antidepressants and they had been helping him ever since. His hair had lost its greasiness, and I had started helping him take care of himself. I hadn’t seen him with greasy hair since he started the medication. That’s when I looked to the ground to see his bottle of antidepressants, filled to the top from the last 

“I know Buddy, I can tell.” I said softly, taking a shaky breath to try and hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “Just, here, I’m gonna get you to my room okay, can you walk with me?” 

He nodded as I grabbed his arm, wrapping it around my shoulder to help hold him up. We made our way upstairs to my room, I left my jacket on the ground in the garage, a reminder I needed to clean up Stan’s vomit once he was safely asleep.

“I’m sorry Juno.” He mumbled into my sleeve, hugging my arm drunkenly as he laid down on my bed. I sighed, smiling at him softly.

“It’s okay.” I reassured him, carefully pulling off his shoes. I helped him get out of his shirt, giving him a comfortable one to wear to sleep. Help him take his pants off, then pull the blankets over his body. He wanted to keep his hat, just to hold. I didn’t argue it. I started walking around the room, picking up pillows to make him more comfortable, then gently tucked him in.

“You’re mad at me?” He said, his hands going to hold his face, when he pulled away to reveal fresh tears that had slipped onto his cheeks.

“No, no Stan, I'm not mad. I need you to lay on your side for me, can you do that?” I asked, helping him to move into his side.

“Dads gonna be so mad I drank all his whiskey.”

“It’s okay, I won’t let you take the heat alone. Now do you wanna tell me what happened?” He let out another low grumble, hiding his face in my pillow. I pulled his face away carefully, a fresh cold towel in my hand as I carefully cleaned the extra vomit that was left on his cheeks. 

“Wendy broke up with me.” He winced lightly. “And, and I lost you, and Kyle. Nobody wants me anymore.” I could feel it, I could feel my heart break when his eyes met mine. His big baby blue eyes were filled with so much hurt, so much sadness. He was utterly broken.

“That’s not true Stan. And you’ll never lose me, ever.” I placed a soft kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair from his face in the process.

“I’m a bad friend.”

“Kyle loves you more than he loves himself Stan, you hit a bump in the road, all friendships do.”

“No, I am a bad friend.” He replied sternly. 

“Stan you aren’t..”

“Stop lying to me! Stop telling me I’m wrong! I’m not wrong I’m, I’m shit.” He ran his hands down his face, biting down hard onto his lip, so hard I could see dribbles of blood begin to form when he began speaking again. “I’m a bad friend, I’m a bad brother, I’m a bad boyfriend..I can’t even drink right. I’m nothing. I’m sorry Juno.” His words were incoherent, his drunkenness taking over as he laid wearily in bed. His eyes were half shut, and his mouth hung open. He didn’t know what he was saying, and he probably wouldn’t even remember this tomorrow. But I would.

“It’s okay Stan. It’s not your fault. You’re just a little bruised buddy, it’s okay. I’ll help you heal.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, neatly tucking it away from his face and behind his ears, watching as he slowly fell into a deep sleep beside me. I let out a shaky sigh, getting up to grab a cup of water from the bathroom, and a small trash bin. 

I called Kenny, asked him to bring me two bottles of whiskey and a bottle of vodka from the liquor store next to his house, and was able to quickly replace my dad's liquor cabinet and discard the bottles Stan had cleared. I cleaned up his throw up, took out the trash, including my sweater that was now covered in vomit, and mopped the garage floors. 

I laid the trash bin and glass of water beside my bed, giving Stan a few glances to give myself some comfort with his well-being before turning to go to the living room to sleep. But Stan grabbed my hand, preventing me from walking away.

“Please...please stay.” 

I didn’t say anything in response, just nodded my head, crawled into bed beside him. He quickly cuddled into me, the way we would as children. When life was simpler, and things weren’t painful, and the world wasn’t so cold. I pressed the palm of my hand gently against my closed eyes, not wanting to cry to alarm my brother in his drunken state and took a deep breath before letting myself fall asleep. Stan would be tired in the morning. I am always tired too nowadays.

[snobgoblin]

Do you feel the ending of the episode "Moral Decay" was justified or mean-spirited?

ooooooh okay that's a good one... at the risk of sounding mean I definitely think she got what was coming to her. was it an honest mistake at first? of course, but then she took advantage of it... like it was criminals, yes, but it was still extremely cruel. just because someone's stealing or something that doesn't mean you have a pass to knock out their permanent teeth and cause them INCREDIBLE pain and dental bills just for a few coins. if she accidentally knocked them out it would be different, but she was being very cruel on purpose and I think having the villains give her a taste of her own medicine taught her a valuable lesson in not taking advantage of other people, and I think the professor handled it perfectly by using the tooth fairy money for the medical bill, as she not only didn't get away with it, but also maybe she understood just how much financial pain she had caused all those people, as well as physical pain. plus those are just her baby teeth, at the end of the day she'll still be way better off than all those adults she screwed over

(and sure she's a kid, in real life I would never advocate for knocking out a child's teeth as punishment, but these are not real life circumstances a child would face, not in a literal sense anyway, and plus Buttercup is super-powered and has shown she can go to the moon and in volcanos completely unprotected and by fine. getting a tooth knocked out won't kill her...... and with how powerful Buttercup is, it really is important for her to realize the effect she has and for her to be responsible with it. she enforces the law after all! she cant be corrupt with it)

^ I say all this as a Buttercup stan btw lmao, it's the same deal with how I stan Ace but I think he deserved to get his ass kicked in Buttercrush 🤷‍♂️ sometimes they just need to face some consequences of their actions

[wherethewordsare]

Little Talks

The first time... Geralt is asleep against a tree when he hears a lute. For a moment he thinks to look up across the fire and shoot the bard a look. But there is no fire because there hasn't been a bard to keep from freezing for several seasons. He’s been regretting those looks he used to give Jaskier. He freezes when he hears that same voice he remembers waking up to call out. But not to him. 

To Roach. 

For a moment he thinks to run down to the road to meet the bard again like they had a dozen Springs before. To say something. Anything. Maybe apologize.

 But Jaskier is already talking to Roach. His words are soft and sweet and just for her. He's giving her an apple that he was saving for his lunch and wishing her well. He asks her to look after the witcher. And just like that, every thought of a reunion is dashed as he hears Jaskier return to the road. 

The sound of the lute starts again, maybe a bit sadder this time and Geralt waits until even his witcher hearing can't pick it up and ignores the way his chest aches. He’s sure Jaskier wouldn’t have wanted to see him anyways.

The second time Geralt's limping back to the stables and he hears singing. He's so tired and his body hurts and he needs to get to his potions. Part of him wouldn’t mind listening to those picked along melodies again, either. 

There's the crunch of another apple and a fond laugh. More words, murmured just for Roach that he can't help but overhear. 

"You've been here two days, they said. Been naughty too. But two days means he's been out there for two days. Let's hope he gets back safe. You won't tell him I was here, would you, Roachie girl?" There's the sound of patting and then footsteps coming his way. 

For a moment Geralt takes a step to move towards Jaskier but then remembers the state of himself. Wouldn't do to get the bard messy if he can avoid it. So he slips behind the stable and ducks his head. From between the beams he catches just a glance of Jaskier. His hair is longer and his eyes aren't as bright, like he's lost in a sad thought. It’s not a look Geralt cares to see on him. It’s somehow worse than the look Jaskier had on that mountain after the dragon hunt. 

But Geralt needs to get to his potions more than he needs an awkward mollification in a dark stable. He ignores the way Roach seems to huff at him and can feel her blaming him. Even the fucking horse knows. 

“Next time.” He says in way of apology. If he didn’t know better, he would think that Roach didn’t believe him.

The third time, Geralt's just coming back from hunting down some dinner. There's a fire where there wasn't one before and a stack of wood beside. It had been burning long enough to be useful to cook. 

Roach stands beside the clearing, munching on grass. But her mane.... her mane is brushed and braided with wild flowers. 

He nearly drops the rabbits on his belt and is on the road in a flash. But the bard is nowhere to be seen. 

Geralt trudges back, suddenly no longer hungry and slides a finger down one of the braids, filled with buttercups. "What did he tell you this time, hmm?" Roach only butts her head into his chest. "Being judged for my foolishness by my own horse." He picks out one of the buttercups not even realizing it and tucks it behind his own ear. It's ridiculous but he feels unsettled without it suddenly. 

"Told her you were an ass for saying the things you did. And a coward besides for not coming to meet me when I've seen her before." 

"Jaskier." Geralt spins, not even thinking to remove the flower he’s just tucked into ear.

Jaskier gives him a weak smile, a shadow of the brilliant sunbeam it was a lifetime ago. "We should.... talk."

The first morning after their talk, Geralt wakes to the smell of rabbit being reheated and Jaskier humming softly. 

“Jask?” He sits up and blinks. Beyond the camp, Roach is still where she was the night before, her mane still braided, some fresh flowers tucked between. 

“Ah, sorry. Know you’re not a fan of the constant humming,” Jaskier chuckles. He stands and turns to grab his lute, his bed roll already packed away. 

“I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing he can remember how to say anymore. The night before he had seen a man he barely recognized, splintered and rearranged into something far cooler than the easy warmth he knew before. 

“You already said that, Geralt. And I told you-”

“No. I mean about the humming. And the playing. And the… I’m… hmm.” He looks away and all but growls. He had been over this a thousand times in his head and now he’s barely stumbling through his words. 

“I don’t mind the humming. Or your singing.” Geralt looks back at Jaskier but only finds an unreadable face. Fuck. “I never have, and I… While you weren’t… When I was… am alone… I miss it, you.” His tongue feels like it weighs a thousand pounds and still he can’t make out the look on Jaskier’s face. He used to know every line and every curve. He hasn’t forgotten them, just they too have changed. 

“Come on then.”

And it feels like salvation, the way Jaskier crosses the clearing and helps him to his feet. He’s not careful to stay clear of Geralt’s space like he had been the night before and the corners of his mouth tip up just so. It feels like hope and heartbreak and home. 

“We can make it to the next village by dusk if we’re fast. You, witcher, owe me a drink and some stories.” 

They talk nearly the whole way there.

[rockybloo]

I remember growing up with Bubbles being my fav only to shift over to being more of a Buttercup stan. Anyways, here's Rockyverse Buttercup bc I wanted to draw her fangies and show off the full outfit.

[weatheredleatherhat]

Hello! If you don't like this request just ignore it. Anyway, what about Karl Heisenberg and his beloved one who is an asexual person? Thanks a lot!

(Of course I can! More than happy to help out with writing for everyone, ace people included! Please be aware though that I try and educate myself every possible way I can, as I am not ace I'm writing from what I know through friends and learning. If I get anything wrong, please lemme know!)

At first, you're gonna have to explain it to him a lot. Having never heard of terms like this due to lack of exposure considering the village isn't exactly connected with the world, he asks a lot of questions. Of course, each and every one will be asked to make sure he can make you as comfortable as possible rather than nosiness.

To be fair, you only need to tell him once, and he's golden. He'll tone down the flirty language if it makes you uncomfortable, his hand will hover if he wants to touch you a little more intimately as a silent way of asking for consent, and most importantly he'll go with the flow and respect your boundaries. If you're on the ace spectrum where you would like a sexual connection, you're the one in charge here. You can stop and start at any time, you can take breaks, you can change your mind at any time. Just let him know, and he'll follow your lead.

He's kinda not that bothered about it all really, considering he spends every waking moment not with you working anyway. It's just nice to have somebody to... Talk to, and be close to. Have somebody to listen to him, maybe give him a few praises now and again. (Just y'know, don't do it too often or he'll get a big head about it. Dear God please do it often). He'll reassure you that your presence alone is more than enough for him, and he'll still pay you compliments no matter what. If you sometimes wanna cuddle too? Big ole bear arms just perfect for snuggin'. It's amazing just having you around to pass him wrenches or lightly roast him as he works on stuff. "I like having you here. You sing so much better than the radio any day, Buttercup."

In this house we stan a respectful king.

[ifnotlovepersevering]

Chocolates and Flowers (Agnes x Reader)

Summary: you run a flower shop in Westview and find yourself overwhelmed on Valentine’s Day. Agnes, a regular customer (and also your crush) drops everything to help you

Warnings: none!

A/N: I know Valentine’s Day is long gone but I couldn’t help myself!! I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to post this since I wasn’t 100% satisfied with it, but then I decided to do it anyway. I might come back to it and write a part two, but for now I hope you guys like it!

*(f/f) stands for favourite flower!

Tag List: @nyx-aira @thelanawinterrs @crystalline-possession @sarahp-stan @clxwnnyy @lilibeth-tate @highgaytohell @philippaharkness @amethyst-bitch @paulawand @shinkomiii @alexajbitar @agnessharknes @academiagaymess @nctxrejects

8 AM

You unlocked the door to your flower shop and headed inside, the familiar chime of the bell putting a smile on your face. You had arrived a little earlier than usual since it was Valentine’s Day, one of the busiest days of the year.

You hummed to yourself as you turned the lights and radio on and prepared your work station. You loved your job, it was as simple as that. Nothing beat spending the day arranging flowers into beautiful bouquets and seeing the reactions of your customers, eyes wide and smiles big as they received their arrangements. Everyone knew your name and your shop because for some reason, the people of Westview loved flowers.

You noticed that your display of flower seeds was a bit of a mess, so you went to organize it. You made sure to move the packets of Azalea seeds to the front for one of your regulars, Agnes, who seemed to be in your shop weekly. Her visits were often the highlight of your week. The brunette’s lively personality and gorgeous looks made you insanely attracted to her, but that wasn’t something you would admit out loud.

Returning to the front desk, you bent down to grab the order forms for the day. That can’t be right. You froze as your hand closed around a pretty hefty pile of papers. Counting, your jaw dropped as you hit a grand total of 45 forms. That was 45 orders that needed to be prepared and delivered by the end of the day. No way. You were sure you had counted 20 orders yesterday, a much more manageable amount.

Then you remembered you weren’t the one who closed up last night. One of the florists must’ve taken a whole bunch of orders without realizing there was a pre-existing pile. And of course, you had given everyone today off to spend time with their loved ones.

You felt panic beginning to settle in your stomach but you tried to push it down. It’s fine, you’d been doing this for what felt like your whole life (you couldn’t exactly remember for some reason) and this was nothing more than a small bump in the road. You turned up the music to try and drown out your own worries and began working.

12 PM

It had been roughly 4 hours since you had started working on the orders and you were barely through half of them. It was hard to ignore the growing uneasiness in your stomach but you tried anyway. For the first time, your job actually felt like a job.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the chime of the front door’s bell. You’d been lucky enough to have a quiet shop for most of the morning, leaving you to work uninterrupted, but not anymore. You smoothed down your apron and went out to greet your customer.

Your heart leaped when you saw that it was Agnes out front. She looked as stunning as always, her brown hair styled and perfectly framing her face. She wore a dark top and a vest with a red design, no doubt in honour of the holiday. Her nails, you noted, were painted red too.

She was searching for something in her handbag when she looked up at you with a grin. “Heya doll! Happy Valenti-” she froze when she saw the state of you. Your hair was a bit of a mess, no doubt from running your fingers through it repeatedly, and you looked exhausted. “Oh, what’s wrong, buttercup?” She frowned.

“Nothing, Agnes. I just have a lot of orders to fulfill today, that’s all.” You put on a smile to reassure her but Agnes saw right through you. “Oh you poor thing,” she pouted and came over to give you a hug. “It’s Valentine’s Day and here you are stressing yourself out to make everyone else happy!”

“Tell you what,” she said, grabbing you by the arms. “Why don’t you give me the orders you’ve finished so far, and I’ll go deliver them. That way there’s one less thing for you to worry about. Hm?”

“But Agnes, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You shook your head, touched by the other woman’s generosity. “Ah, ah!” The other woman put a finger over your mouth in a shushing gesture. “No ifs ands or buts. Besides, you’re not asking, I’m offering.”

It would be a huge help. "Fine," you said, handing her the keys to the delivery van. “But if at any point it becomes a burden please don’t hesitate to let me know.”

The brunette quirked her brow. “I’ll be fine, Y/N. Now why don’t you get back to work and let me handle it from here.”

4 PM

By some miracle, you were done. All 45 orders made and delivered, and before schedule too. You really had to owe it all to Agnes, the brunette’s speedy deliveries were a life saver. You groaned as you stretched your neck, the constant looking down had made your muscles really tight.

The chime of the door indicated Agnes was back after her final round of deliveries. “How’s my favourite gal doing?” she called.

You came out of the back room massaging your neck. Agnes saw your face contorted in pain, and immediately put her stuff down. “Darling, darling! Come over and sit let me massage that for you.” She waved you over.

You did as she asked because the pain was slowly getting worse. You sat in a chair while the other woman stood behind you and moved your hair out of the way. Her fingers were cool and they sent a shiver down your spine.

Agnes began working at the muscles of your neck and shoulders, her touch gentle but strong at the same time. Soon enough, your eyes were drooping and you let out a moan of relief as you felt the tension ease out of your muscles.

Agnes laughed in your ear, “You really ought to save those sounds for tonight with your valentine, doll.” She gave your shoulders a final squeeze before letting you get up.

Your cheeks flamed and you let out an awkward laugh. “I don’t have a valentine,” you said, heading to the back room to grab your things. “Anyway, Agnes, I can’t even put into words how much you helped me today. I mean you ran deliveries all day and now the massage. There has to be some way I can thank you.” You said while gathering your stuff into your hands.

Certain you had grabbed everything, you came back out to see Agnes standing there with a (f/f)* in hand. “Agnes?” You asked, confused.

“The best thank you, Y/N,” she said while smiling. “is if you were to be my valentine.”

You stood there, mouth agape, not believing this was happening. The woman you’d had a crush on for the past who knows how long was asking you to be her valentine.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out a heart-shaped box of chocolates. “I was going to give you this when I came in earlier, but you were a bit...y’know. Frazzled.” The brunette gave you a sheepish grin. “And I also wasn’t sure if you were already taken.” This was the first time you’d ever seen Agnes looking shy.

“Oh Agnes,” you were at a loss for words. “Of course I’ll be your valentine!”

“Oh thank god dear, I was worried you’d gone braindead on me for a second!” She laughed in relief. Handing you the chocolates and flower (which smelled amazing) she linked her arm through yours and walked you out. “Now, why don’t you head home and get ready, and I’ll be there in about an hour to pick you up. Does that sound good angel?”

You nodded and turned to leave when Agnes caught your wrist. “You’re forgetting something, hon.” You looked down at the things in your hand and frowned. “No, I’m pretty sure I grabbed everything.”

You looked up to see Agnes shaking her head with a smile. “Silly girl,” she said, snaking an arm around your waist. “I meant this.” She cupped your cheek with her other hand and captured your lips with hers in a kiss. Her lips were soft but demanding, and you found yourself feeling heady from the sweet smell of her perfume. As you pulled away, you heard the sound of cheers and turned to see Vision and Wanda waving from across the street.

You blushed, embarrassed by your friends’ enthusiasm. You raised a brow. “So this was planned?”

Agnes gave you a coy grin. “Maybe,” she put her hands in the air as if she knew nothing about it. Laughing, you leaned in gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Only for you doll,” she replied with a wink.

[myheroheacanons]

Enemy

Chapter 14

- On your wrists two names are tattooed. One of your soulmate and one of your enemy. Bakugou thinks all of it is total bullshit. Of course, that is until he meets you.

Masterlist

A/n: Shinsou broke the 4th wall a little lmao. I’m actually super motivated now to write for Enemy, which is great! But, beware, the angst is a lot closer than you think :) . Also, you asked, I deliver. Here’s some Kamishinsou. Also I’m so sad about Balance Unlimited being post-poned :( . I stan Haru Kato more than Daisuke, IM SORRY! Anyways, thanks for reading, I love you guys! Stay healthy!

Tag List :  @afuckingunicornn @tokoyamis-luv@productivityprobably @handsoffmyfriends@renaxwrites@zyxys1@gilly-jilly @allywritesimagines@kaithehero@litteraltrassh@wisteriaa-js @nightwingbunny@alaromero@tenyaingenium@jibakuganjas@bnhabadass@insaneanddamnedgirl@justanothercrazyassfangirl@jojo-buttercup@bokutosbabe@redperson58@louddreamcopcookie@thegirlwhojustwantstounderstand @soft-rosewaters@wolfyflight@sionnsworld @nova-recs@ohnosiren  @darkhumoreddork@wholesomey-artist@imontheblacklist@mydear-im-ageek@imconfusedanditsok @my-neighbor-todoro@liliesoftherainmain@bikinibrattoms @mrsreina@yellowthumb21@shoutobabyboy@villiantododekuchild@dabiupthispussy (some of these usernames LMAOO) @buckybearsblog @yeehawnana@sadsoulvirgo@raspiberry @chuni-san @the-broken-halo-writer@energizedvenus@beebug-beepboop@baby-jichu@sizzlingbarbarianglitter@sweetkiitty @salvatora-or-sally-jackson@irisallenm @lexy9716@pastel-prynce @jmook423@spicy-embryoo @dreamcatcher0410@illy213@shareyourfandomfaves@chiefinvestigatorheidi @todoplusultra@kyrex773@nyantodamax145  @cryingfairylights@atria-avior@jaehyunluvcult@babiebun @missalienqueen @1-rosewiththorns@minfani@ggclarissa @ochabby @selmeuuh@anything-and-everything-here69 @vanderaliwaal @elithepeali@kayln97@meowkid1000@eternal-fangirling @floralpeachpearl@callie-bear15@ms-top-hat@deadlordsupreme @somthingay @13-09-01@mochibeandip@happywolves81 @dumbdoodleyt @im-the-galactic-starfish @the-resident-demon @black-bhabie-2000@mariahschoices@centerhabit @yeethee @whisperingwolfie@bakubatty@katsukispeaches @lovekookiie @softbxkugou@unhappyraspberry@kthhyj @hadesnewpersephone@cryingfairylights @shinsvu@harmonyclef @mephxles@nerdynstoned @bnhaismylife@lizziekins @eijihoee@saicatsuniverse @mysticanimevoltron@katsukisuwus @ddaeing@intoxicatedonlove @angxllicsz @whiite-crow @samanthaa-leanne@kasturoki @ifmehwasaperson @icythotsenpai @shinsou-lovin-hours-anon @thechaosoflonging @starlight-steven @ella112244 @kek-eek @fandomtrashkiddo @mainepeyton @animemomma96 @miadraws0 @earthinlatin15 @fangilringwithleah @call-me-prodigy @kacchanscocopuffs @what-a-creative-username @maisyyx​ @danie-juniper​ @yeet-these-hoez​ @writingsofawonderer​ @ongodchief​ @whisperingwolfie​ @generousanimewritingsalad​ @thetrashyfangirlstuff​ @alovestruck-fool​ @last-three-braincells​ @cxmartitacx​ @devils-adversary​ @creamrolltodoroki​ @schrodingersships​ @curiouslilbeast @187skytree​ @xlghtsx @ptv-binnie @glitchxo21  @rhainintheattic @kthhyj @kc-korra @toiletboundizukustan @casterixe @wwwwyamd​ @shoutsukii​ @sugarcoated44​ @crazymusicalwonderland​

[moved-danganronpamess]

Just give me Fuyuhiko, the baby needs some love.

GUESS WHO'S BACK

BACK AGAIN

Me beech, ayo wassup- :D

I!! Love!! Fuyuhiko!! I saw this in our inbox while I was on break and went "✨SNATCH✨" because I adore him to bits. He's like- my favorite character in the series and I- I simp for him so much- no words can describe how much I love him. I genuinely couldn't wait to write this because I constantly have Fuyuhiko brain rot, so get ready for me to ramble. I have like- a lot of ideas so this may be a bit unorganized or all over the place. This one's for my fellow Fuyuhiko simps!!

A bit of a warning for a curse word or two. This is Fuyu afterall-

Hope you enjoy this, my buttercup!

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

Fluffy Fuyuhiko HCs!

AYO time for me to simp-

I feel like he's someone who needs time to get used to physical affection, but when he does get used to it, he genuinely craves and adores it.

Because I would imagine he's extremely touch-starved. I mean, his childhood consisted of him almost dying because of his parents' fighting, so I wouldn't think that they were very affectionate or loving towards him or Natsumi.

Like- like sometimes, when he wants cuddles, but you're busy or something, he just clings to you. Doesn't say a word, and if you point it out, he denies it.

"Fuyu, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about."

While you literally can't move because he's holding onto you.

If he was a cat he’d be one of those cats that deliberately sits on your keyboard and doesn’t move until you give him head scratches or something.

I also like to imagine that Fuyuhiko has freckles on his shoulders and arms, maybe a few on his hands.

Why? Freckles are cute damMIT-

And when you're cuddling, you're constantly tracing your fingers over his freckles, like you're trying to count them. Whether it be caressing his face or his shoulders, he just- melts on the spot. It's really sweet to him, even if he'll never admit it.

I also think he’s easy to gross out, but by like... Regularly gross things, I guess?

Like my guy sees a dead body and turns a blind eye but if you blow a spitball at him he’s freaking out over it.

“eW IS THAT A SPITBALL?! HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU-” 

He has big mom friend energy and nobody can change my mind. I can see Nagito constantly getting paper cuts and Fuyuhiko always having bandages on him because of that.

Or fixing Kaz’s clothes because he always looks disheveled in some way, to the point of Kazuichi not even questioning it anymore after a while.

But he’ll act like he’s annoyed. You know, he’s gotta keep his tough persona. Even if he’s genuinely worried for his dumb friends.

Anyways stan mom friend Fuyu-

Back to the relationship stuff sorry for going off track um- 

He always blushes whenever you kiss. Whether it be your first or millionth kiss, he's bright pink.

And at first his kisses were very gentle, mostly because he held himself back a lot. He was afraid he'll hurt you, but with time and reassurance, he became a lot more passionate.

Also sQUISH HIS CHEEKS, PLEASE.

They're so soft and hdbddh🥺💕

*mod rantaro simping noises*

He may try to bat your hands away and get embarrassed, but it's all worth it.

And he? Doesn't hate it?? He actually thinks it's lowkey cute???

But again, mr boss baby over here would never admit it.

I’m sorry but my cat keeps batting my goddamn face with his tail like sIR CAN YOU STOP

If you call him handsome he malfunctions.

Like ok he's used to being called cute and yet barely handles it- you tell him he's handsome and his brain goes "MARRIAGE RN💍🧎🏼‍♂️" because it's just?? So domestic and precious and he just goes soft??? Mans ready to give you a ring, gIVE HIM YOUR FINGIE-

Fuyuhiko honestly hates the fact that he’s actually SO cheesy.

He just wants a warm, loving relationship that will last forever. He wants to get married, grow old with you, maybe have kids if you’re up for it. But if you don’t want human babies, animal babies are fine too!

Speaking of animal babies, cats gravitate towards him for some reason. It’s like he’s a cat magnet. If you ever go to a cat cafe the kitties will just be all over him and completely ignore everyone else.

Me too random cats I put in here, me too

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t smother them or go out of his way to pet them. Who knows-

He really likes to sleep in with you, or just stay in bed all day.

You’re so warm... He just wants to be in your arms.

Please kiss the scar on his eye by the way. He may or may not tear up a little.

Even with you knowing what he’s done in the past, you still adore him, and always will. And he can’t thank you enough for that.

Also, lowkey won't admit he likes being the little spoon. The feeling of being protected and cared for by the one you love most, it's just,,, heaven to him,,

Totally not me just projecting because I wanna hold him um

He buys you a lot of stuff. I would imagine that before you started dating, he would always give you something on Valentine's Day and then brush it off as him "not wanting to hear you complain about not getting anything all day".

If you got him something in return he's extremely flustered, but says something along the lines of ",,, not like I wanted any of this stupid shit from you but ok" while on the inside he's just "GEHDGDJDBDN🥺💕💗💘💝💓💕🥺💗💘"

Don't let his tsundere self fool you, he is literally the definition of whipped.

*chav accent* AYO LUVS✋😩 Been a while, huh? I'm still not in tippy-top shape but I'm doing... Relatively ok! I'm glad to be back though, I missed you all a bunch!

Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

[lovelymaybankk]

full kook - jj maybank

req- reader x jj (can you tell i’m a jj stan?) where the reader is full on kook but unlike sarah jj hates her and doesn’t want her to be a part of pouge life where she fits in and he’s constantly bullying her to where even sarah has to say something but it’s to late because now she’s full kook again until midsummer where she helps him out with topper and they become bf and gf

a/n- i love this rq... sm. also out of order, sarah befriends the pogues before the midsummer party. also y/n is kinda a bitch in this at the beginning srry

w/c- 4.704 (oops...)

tw- swears, rafe and topper being dicks.. thats it i think idrk

sarah cameron and y/n y/l/n were kook princesses. they took orders from nobody, and were definitely the two most popular girls on the island. they had been best friends since birth, and nothing could separate them.

well, except for a group of pogues. y/n never understood sarah's infatuation with them, though to an extent, she did. they could do whatever they want without fear of disappointing their parents. thats all y/n cared about. her parents. not money, of course sarah but other than that.. she didn’t need anybody. 

“sarah, you’re crazy.” y/n huffed, legs crossed. one eyebrow was raised, but other than that y/n looked immensely bored. sarah had gone mia yesterday, and it turned out she was hanging out with a group of poges. “topper will kill you,” the girl sang, a smug look on her face. 

“i don’t care what he thinks! with him i’m.. free.” sarah said dreamily, falling beside y/n on the bed.

“with him you’re a crackie,” y/n snorted, standing up. “i’m just saying, they do nothing all day. how is that entertaining?” her arms folded over her chest, sarah sitting up as she said that.

“they go on boat rides. they drink. i know you like that,” sarah winked, catching y/ns attention. “you’d fit right in. you love all the stuff they do, drinking, drugs, surfing..” she rambled. 

“even if i were to meet them, which i will not, they wouldn’t like me. my reputation is worse than yours,” y/n chuckled, sitting on the hardwood floor to slide on a pair of sandals. “anyway, theres no chance kiara would want me there.”

it was true, kiara and y/n ended on the same note kiara and sarah did. 

“kie and i made up,” sarah mumbled.

“oh she’s kie now? thats convenient.” y/n rolled her eyes, standing and grabbing her bag. “you know, as much as i hate being a kook.. i wouldn’t just switch up like that.” she was mad, venom in her words. who knew if sarah would leave her for the pogues? whos to say she doesn’t?

“just. one day? i’ll bring you tomorrow and i’ll show you what it’s like.” sarah begged, grabbing y/ns hand and she closed the pocket in the bag. y/n rolled her eyes.

“fine. i’ll be here at 10.” y/n pulled her arm away quickly, leaving the room and going downstairs to start her short walk home.

y/n woke up around 8, taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth. as her hair dried, she dried her body and changed out of her pajamas into a pair of light-wash jean shorts and a cropped tee. she sat at her bureau, applying light mascara and chapstick. by the time 9:30 rolled around, y/n left her house and started her walk to sarah's house. she knocked on the door, getting met with rafe’s face. 

“oh, goodmorning.” rafe opened the door wider, getting stopped by sarah.

“you’re gonna let bugs in,” sarah muttered, leading y/n to her car where they started their drive to the cut. 

“do they know im coming?” y/n’s lips pursed, turning to look at her blonde best friend. sarah nodded, stopping the car once they came to the chateau. 

“john b and kie do.. jj and pope don’t.” sarah clarified, stepping out of the car and leading y/n with her. she opened the door, showing y/n the tight room.

y/n looked around, heart suddenly speeding up. they stepped onto the porch, conversations cutting short suddenly. everybody looked from sarah to y/n, making both girls suddenly uncomfortable. 

“oh good. two kooks,” jj muttered, not quietly. john b slapped his arm, finally standing and offering a smile at the girl. he took y/n’s hand, shaking it firmly. 

“i’m john b. sarahs, um. boyfriend,” john b smiled, trying to be friendly. 

“oh, you’re john b. sarah has good taste.” y/n smirked, giving him a sly wink before looking towards her best friend who was now flushed a light pink. 

“anyway,” sarah cut them off before anything could happen. “thats pope, hes smart, thats kiara, who you know and.. thats jj.” she didn’t have anything to say about jj, who was leaned back with his arms cross. he tsked, sitting up.

“so what does another kook princess want? here to spy?” jj spoke with venom, eyes raking up and down the girl.

y/n shrugged, taking a seat beside, but still a distance away from kiara. “sarah here says you guys are more fun than you seem, and i don’t believe her.” her arms crossed around her chest, leaning back in the way jj had done before.

“well, before this escalates,” pope cut the two off from an argument being sprung up, “i’d say we’re pretty fun. you like boat rides? surfing?” he was guessing in his head both of these would be a no, looking at kiara who seemed uneasy at the thought of having another one of her ex-best friends here. he rested his hand on her thigh, making her smile carefully.

“i surf sometimes. not as much as i used to when i was younger, i’d say twice or three times a month.” y/n shrugged, legs crossing. this got everybody's attention, asking her about surfing and what else she does.

everybody except jj.

-

months led on and y/n had soon slowly joined the group on their daily shenanigans. she hung out with them almost everyday, but still spent time with her family and just sarah alone. it was obvious y/n fit it. jj never came around to the thought of y/n, even though she seemed to be very interested in him.

sarah and y/n were laying on y/ns bed, talking mindlessly about whatever. 

“so like, why does jj hate me?” y/n wondered out loud, turning so she was laying on her side, facing sarah. sarah shrugged, facing y/n on her side.

“i don’t know. i think you’re to hot for him,” sarah giggled, punching the girls shoulder.

y/n laughed, face heating up. “to hot for him? i mean, come on. look at him,” she let out a breathy sigh, falling onto her back again. her arm was laid over her chest lazily, eyes closing.

“why do you ask? do you like him?” sarah teased, sitting up and fixing her hair. y/n stayed quiet. sarah gasped, suddenly freaking out. “holy shit! you do!!” she squealed, pulling y/n up and hugging her so tight y/n forgot how to breathe.

“look, it isn’t that big. i’ll get over it soon.” y/n shrugged away from the girl, standing up and stretching. “lets head to the chateau now, yeah?” she helped pull sarah up, who nodded quietly and they both slid on their shoes. 

the pair walked out to sarah’s white jeep, driving to the chateau in the midst of summer. “so, y/n.” sarah broke the silence, rolling down the windows. the fresh air from figure 8 filled the car, which smelt solely like suntan lotion and salt water. “you going to the midsummer?” she asked, steering the car slowly into the cut.

y/n groaned at the mention of it, rolling her eyes. “wish i wasn’t. but it’s fine, it’s in two weeks.” she shrugged, trying to shake off the thought of it. they pulled into the driveway, stepping out at the same time and entering the small space. they spoke about whatever came to mind, conversation cutting short as they stepped onto the porch. “hey guys,” y/n greeted, a warm smile on her face.

she had changed since she had met the group, now not turning a cold shoulder whenever she met a pogue when she was walking.

“hey girls,” pope grinned, holding a red solo cup. his legs were crossed, kie taking the seat that jj normally sat in. sarah waved, moving quickly to sit beside her boyfriend. this left jj and y/n. y/n watched jj’s face contort with disgust, moving closer to the arm.

“somebody wanna switch seats?” jj muttered, making y/n roll her eyes.

“good to see you too, buttercup.” y/n popped the p, sitting down as far away from jj as possible.

“don’t call me that,” jj hissed, not even facing the girl as he spoke. “i’d rather not sit next to the bitch,” he mumbled that one more quiet, catching y/n off guard. sure, jj always made fun of her but he never called her anything.

kie cleared her throat, before y/n could stand up to jj. “boat ride today?” she smiled awkwardly at y/n, who’s eyebrows were currently furrowed. the group let a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’s out. they grabbed their cooler, y/n stopping jj before he could get onto the boat.

“can we talk?” y/n’s arms crossed, putting her weight more on one of her feet than the other.  jj nodded, rolling his eyes as he followed the girl closer to the house. “why do you hate me?” she questioned, looking the taller up-and-down. 

“because,” jj scoffed, like it was obvious, “you’re a bitch. you’re insanely bossy, you’re rude and expect everything to be handed to you. you can’t do shit alone, yet everybody still bows down to you. you’re a fucking kook.” he snapped, walking past the girl and pushing her shoulder roughly to make her fall.

y/n fell onto her ass, wincing as a rock went into the back of her thigh. “motherfucker,” she hissed, catching the boy’s attention. “you’re a bitch, you’re just mad that i won’t sleep with you.”

jj stopped, turning and facing the girl. “oh yeah? thats why. keep telling yourself that.” he smirked, turning and continuing his walk.

“tell sarah i won’t be joining you.” y/n yelled, wiping her eye as she pulled the rock out of her thigh. she stood, turning and stomping away. jj didn't stop her. he stepped onto the boat, obviously pissed.

“she left,” jj sunk into his seat, reaching into the cooler to grab a beer. the group stopped talking, facing jj. he shrugged, rolling his eyes. “she was being bitchy so she left.”

“what’d you say?” sarah’s face turned a light red as she started to get angry, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sun. 

“she asked why i hated her so i was honest. told her she was a bitch,” jj spoke with ease, leaning back and ignoring the burning stares from his friends.

-

it had been two weeks since the group, except sarah, had seen y/n. they all were worried, but at least knowing she was alive from sarah made them feel better. it was two days before the midsummer party, and sarah came knocking loudly on the y/l/n home. opening the door was y/n, hair curled as she wore a short skirt and a white crop-top to match. a kook outfit.

“y/n? is that you?” sarah joked, stepping into the house. y/n quirked an eyebrow, looking the girl up and down.

“well? what do you need?” y/n spoke in a monotone voice, arms crossed as they usually were. under the outfit she wore a bikini, eyes glancing at the surfboard behind sarah.

“oh, i was gonna ask if you wanted to join me and..” sarah trailed off, still speaking but y/n cut her off.

“no.” y/n shrugged, now pushing past the blonde to grab her surfboard. she dusted off some sand from it, hearing it land on the tiled flooring. she kicked some of it away, picking up the board under her arm. “look, im flattered you want me there,” she teased, leading herself out the door and soon sarah followed. “but i’m wear i should be. figure 8. a kook,” y/n shrugged, walking down the sidewalk towards the beach.

“y/n-” sarah chased the girl down the sidewalk, grabbing her shoulder rough enough to make her stop. “we miss you,” she spoke softly, careful not to provoke the girl even more. though that failed.

“okay, i don’t really care. look, i’m meet somebody i have to go,” y/n hissed, turning a cold shoulder quickly.

“who?” sarah continued following y/n, making her groan and turn again.

“holy shit. topper? okay? is that alright if i have friends, ms. kook?” y/n yelled, dropping the board on the ground. “you never gave a shit when jj was talking shit about me to my fucking face, why do you care now? huh?” 

sarah wasn’t used to these outbursts, taking a step back with her hand close to her chest.

y/n scoffed, turning and rolling her eyes. “just what i thought,” she muttered, grabbing the board again and continuing her walk to the beach. this time, sarah didn’t chase her. she just watched in silence, wondering when her best friend became a kook. 

y/n made her way to the beach, sliding off the sandals she wore and looking around for the kook boy. she waited for around an hour, surfing in the water to keep her calm. by the time the sky had become golden, she knew she got stood up.

marching her way back to her house, y/n held her head high until she slammed her bedroom door shut. sobs raked the girls body, tears running down her cheeks onto her shirt until it was thoroughly soaked. she held her face in her hands, wondering how in the span of two weeks she managed to get her heartbroken by the guy she had been hung up on for months, and then by a rich asshat.

sulking to her bed, y/n flopped down and shut her eyes. hoping that if she slept, by the time midsummer came around she would be to numb to care.

-

y/n slipped the tight, yellow dress, over her hips and smiled to herself. the buttercup color paired flawlessly with her skin, hair pulled back into a low bun. she only wore mascara and lipgloss, and a pair of white sandals as her shoes. 

y/n entered the car with her family, staying silent during the ride. she knew sarah and kie would be there, but she didn’t have to enter with a date unlike sarah. she slipped out of the car, quickly leaving her parents behind her as she made her way through the crowd. she disappeared into the back yard, looking for topper to give him a piece of her mind,

kiara noticed y/n first, biting the inside of her cheek before going towards her. she put her hand on y/n’s shoulder, making the girl jump. she turned, facing kiara and her stomach dropped.

“oh, hey..” y/n muttered, scratching the back of her neck as awkwardness settled in the air between the two. 

“hey. how you been?” kiara asked, hands on her hips now. y/n rolled her eyes, suddenly gaining her confidence back.

“good. great actually, y’know?” y/n sarcastically smiled turning and cutting the conversation short. kiara scoffed, turning and going back to where sarah and pope were. 

“she’s acting like a kook,” kie complained, rolling her eyes. sarah bit the inside of her cheek, staying quiet. “what?” kie noticed the look on her face, turning and looking at the girl.

“i was afraid she was gonna do this. every time somebody says something to her about acting to much like a pogue she freaks out.” sarah muttered, leaving the group in search of the girl.

instead, sarah bumped into jj, who was dressed as a waiter. he smiled, offering the girl a drink. “um, vlad?” jj grinned, trying to blend in. “john b told me to give you this,” the boy whispered, trying to be discreet. even though sarah and john b saw each other daily, he still had jj do his work for him. sarah took the note and took jj’s hand, muttering a quiet ‘come with me’. 

the two went to the back porch, where sarah blew up. “are you shittting me?” she hissed, pushing the boy back and catching her off guard. 

“woah mama, chill.” jj joked, but stopped smiling once he saw the look on her face. “what? what’d i do?” now he was confused and concerned, not even fully knowing what he did. 

“oh you never know.” sarah hissed, rubbing her hands onto her dress. her eyes caught toppers, both of them standing still as she stared into the eyes of her ex. she finally pulled away, sighing at jj. “y/n has gone full kook again,”

“damn, thats crazy. let me uh.. oh yeah. i don’t care.” jj shrugged, pushing past sarah. he ignored her calls, walking through the crowd. he bumped shoulders with y/n both giving each other a cold glare before continuing their walk. neither of them could help the butterflies in their stomach as they touched, but they pushed them down and continued their (mild, on y/n’s part) hatred for each other. 

y/n finally found topper, grabbing his arm with a pinch. he hissed, noticing who was holding his arm. “oh, y/n.” topper muttered, a bit confused on why she had suddenly dragged him through the crowd. y/n drug the boy into a somewhat empty room, except for a couple of parents mingling around.

“really?” y/n let his arm go, crossing her arms over her chest. topper shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about. in his hand that y/n wasn’t dragging he held a red solo cup. taking a long sip, he rocked from foot to foot. “you ditched me. remember?” y/n huffed, anger coursing through her body. she wished she had a blunt right now, but of course she had gone full kook and didn’t feel like blowing a crazy amount of money for weed.

“oh yeah.” topper spoke nonchalantly, obviously not bothered by the girls anger.

y/n groaned, turning on her heel away from the boy. she wanted to scream, pushing through the crowd angrily. she found her way to her mom, tugging on her dress. “when are we leaving?”

her mom laughed, shooing the girl away. y/n rolled her eyes, seeing sarah dancing in the middle of the crowd. she bit her inner cheek, knowing if sarah was there the rest of the mystery gang would be there too. she craned her neck, looking around for topper before slowly making her way to sarah.

“um, hey.” y/n muttered, a feeling of self-pity dowsing the girl. sarah turned, taking in the girls state before responding.

“hey, whats up?” sarah slung her arm around the girl, smiling at the randoms in the crowd she didn’t know. they quickly made their way off the dance floor, sarah taking her arm off of her. 

y/n shrugged, not making eye contact with the older. “hows everybody?” her voice was quiet, barely heard above the music. she rubbed her left arm with her hand, still not looking at sarah.

“good.” sarah was blunt, not on purpose but out of somewhat anger. she got blown off many times by the girl, just for her to come crawling back. like always. 

y/n nodded, finally looking at sarah. “i’m sorry, i always do this. i always do dumb shit and come right back,” she chuckled, looking away from sarah again.

sarah wrapped her arms around her, “i’m used to it.” she joked quietly, just standing there and holding y/n. y/n pulled away after a moment, smiling at sarah again.

“wheres everybody else?” referring to the pogues, sarah shrugged. 

“last i saw, jj went off being chased, kie and pope disappeared and john b.. isn’t here.” sarah said the last part with a sigh, eyes shutting momentarily before fluttering back open.

“jj?” y/n mumbled, more to herself. last she had seen of jj, they walked by each other with air so thick it would hard to be cut with a knife.

“yeah,” kie chimed in suddenly, using sarah as an armrest. “topper and rafe. i think kelce too,” she listed the people chasing the blonde, shrugging. “nothing to serious though. he probably just did something dumb and they got mad. they won’t beat him up now though.. i don’t think.”

y/n’s breath seemed to stop for a moment, breaking away from the group in a hurry. they called after her, but it seems pointless as she picked up the bottom of her dress and entered the huge building. she tripped occasionally over nothing, her breath never evening out. catching her breath outside of the bathrooms, she slid down the wall angrily. where the hell was he?

she slumped down the wall beside the bathrooms, her legs aching and telling her to stop. the door beside her swung open, revealing an old man who was seemingly very upset over the fact that boys are ‘always fighting’. this caught y/n’s attention, making her stand up quickly and slowly push the bathroom door open.

the first thing y/n heard was the sound of gasps as somebody tried to regain their breath, then she heard the voice of topper. “yeah, you like that?” he questioned in a threatening tone, and y/n watched him throw a punch as she rounded the corner. in the bathroom was topper, rafe and jj. jj’s body was limp, being held up by rafe as he got the shit beat out of him by topper. blood flew around the room, lip split and face bruising.

y/n bit the inside of her cheek, noticing rafe glance in her direction before dropping jj. “topper, lets split.” he mumbled, motioning to y/n. topper looked over, muttering something under his breath to rafe which got him to laugh.

“dont laugh, rafe, im sure your daddy wouldn't want to hear about your addiction.” y/n’s face was smug, arms crossing as she fully revealed herself. rafe’s eyes widened, grabbing toppers arm and dragging him out of the room quickly.

“this isn't over, pogue!” topper yelled as he was getting led out, the two boys scampering down the hall as fast as they could. 

y/n rolled her eyes, going over to the limp boy as careful as she could. jj was conscious, but not by much. she grabbed his arm, feeling for a pulse and letting out a small sigh of relief. she let go of his arm quickly, shaking his shoulders. “hey, wake up.” she shook him more aggressively, making the boy groan and finally open his eyes. they noticed how close they were to each other, both of their faces flushing as she scurried away from each other. the air between the two was thick, neither speaking up.

“so, what happened?” y/n questioned after a while, meeting the boys eyes. jj shrugged, sitting up and trying not to crush his ribs. he winced, hand going to his side as he leaned against the wall behind him.

“sarah said how topper ditched you and i don’t know, shitty move.” jj whispered, not even sure in the girl had heard him. y/n had confusion on her face, looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed. she cleared her throat, looking away from jj for a moment.

“you were defending me?” y/n spoke in the same, hushed tone. she felt if she spoke up, he’d get mad at her again and they wouldn’t be this.. calm.

jj shrugged, rolling his eyes. “don’t let it get to your head, princess.” his tone was cold, rubbing his eyes. his chest heaved, trying to stay at the same pace. he could barely move without feeling like his lungs were getting ripped out of his chest. “it was the least i could do,” he spoke again, head leaning back against the cold wall with his eyes closed.

“huh?” y/n looked at the position the boy was in. he looked so calm yet so uneasy at the same time. his chest was moving at an irregular pace, hand still over his rib. she noticed the boy didn’t respond, so she changed the subject. “why do you hate me?” her voice was smooth, but silent.

“i don’t. i try to, but i don’t.” jj shrugged, pulling his head back up and opening his eyes. they stared at each other in silence for a while, the only thing that could be heard was jj breathing heavily. “i’m not used to new people just.. coming in. especially kooks. they are, no offense, almost always two-faced. everybody liked you right from the start and it just… made me mad i guess.” jj rambled, tearing his eyes away from the girl and looking at the glossy shoes he wore.

y/n didn’t respond for a while, just taking in what jj said. “i never hated you.” jj spoke again once he realized y/n wasn’t going to talk. “i was just jealous. you get everything because you’re a kook, you have a good life and a big house and money and i’m stuck with.. nothing. i live, basically, in a shack. with a shitty home life.” he sighed, eyes shutting as his head leaned back against the wall.

“it’s not all that good.” y/n mumbled in a soft, quiet voice. “i mean, i have the house, and family.. but for what? i have no real friends except sarah and i can’t leave my house unless the perfect child is there. sarah’s everything i wish i was. she can leave whenever she wants, and shes gorgeous. and i just.. follow what she does. while everybody may like me they always end up.. using me. i’m never seen for who i really am.” she ranted, rubbing her temples with her hands. “and when i met the pogues i realized where i really wanted to be.”

“yeah, we’re cool like that.” jj joked, easing the air a little. y/n smiled, looking at jj.

“y’know, you’re.. funny.” y/n grinned cheesily, legs crossing. 

“oh yeah?” jj met her eyes, arm finally pulling away from his ribs.

“funny looking.” y/n sputtered out, covering her mouth as she started laughing.

jj put on a face of mock upset, looking away. “wow. now that one hurt.” he gasped, shaking his head. this made the girl laugh harder, her face turning red. jj joined in her laughter, two finally stopping minutes later and just holding eye contact.

“you’re really pretty.” jj spoke up, catching y/n off guard. she smiled softly, head tilting a little. 

“you are too.” y/n hummed, scooting a bit closer to jj. “the reason i left that day when you were talking shit about me.. it hurt. ever since i met you i’ve liked you. there’s something about you that just draws me close.” she mused, making the blonde’s face flush a little. from embarrassment of what he said that day but also because of how she felt with him.

“yeah i’m.. sorry. about that.” jj apologized, now looking away from y/n. “i don’t know what i was thinking. i think i just said that because… yeah no clue.” he grinned sheepishly, turning and facing y/n again.

jj’s eyes faltered from y/n’s eyes to lips for a moment, looking back up at the younger. they stayed silent, now sitting beside each other. when had they gotten so close? 

“have you ever kissed somebody in a bathroom?” jj wondered out loud, a smirk laid on his face.

y/n thought for a moment, “nah. i haven’t kissed anybody.. period.” she giggled, looking at jj with a look of anticipation. 

“mm, can i change that?” jj whispered, trying not to hurt himself as he moved closer. his hand wrapped around the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her close. y/n nodded, closing the small gap between them.

their stomach’s both did flips as they kissed. jj had kissed many, many people but it never felt like this. and they knew in that moment, that this wasn’t a one time thing. it would happen many times.

[soulwillower]

buttercup • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: Would you mind writing a Richie Tozier X reader soulmate AU where Richie is VERY self conscious and he finds out that the reader is his soulmate and the reader is well known and very pretty, so he’s just like djjdjfgjjcbvnfnf but once they actually meet she really likes him? :0 thanks if you consider!

warning: swearing, angst, richie being edgy and also a bit unstable (king shit), neuroatypical richie!!!, fluff, soulmate au!! <33 also sorry this may be rough, i havent edited it at all

[reader + losers are in college]

lmk what u guys think of this one,... idk LOL

4.1k words

♡

richie was about to be sick. yes, he really, really was going to vomit in approximately ten seconds and he didn’t know what he was going to do. the room, full of barely-adults chugging jungle juice was sweaty and bustling and the walls were closing in on him quick. those people who weren't in the main rooms were doing sniff in the bathrooms and blocking his pathway to heaven (the toilet) so he quickly stumbles towards the sliding-glass door.

he passes a guy who claps his shoulder and says in a deep voice, "you good, bro?"

no, no. he's not good, bro. thanks for asking, though.

as he finally breaks free of the plastic, out of the crusty balloon that was holding his body hostage, he takes a deep breath and sprawls himself on the back deck, staring up at the clouds in the nighttime sky. maybe he should go home and mull this over, before he crams it down his own throat and chokes to death, alone and broken on the back deck of a 22 year old business major's rental house.

he laughs to himself - an image which he's sure would be a full on maniacal scene to an onlooker - as he lights a cigarette with very shaky fingers. even if he chooses to give this situation some thought, he will end up being forced regardless because this is, quite literally, richard tozier's destiny.

y/n y/l/n is richie's destiny, and it makes him feel like complete shit.

you see - his whole life, richie knew about the fucking soulmate tattoos. of course he did, everybody did - it was, like, one of the first things you learn, ever. he knows that there's basically a soulmate for every person and often times the soulmate marks were different, the ways of finding your soulmate were wide and far.

for most of richie's life - actually, almost all of it up until the last month - he'd had a big, fat 0 tattooed on his arm and below it a humiliating phrase that was quite the epitome of richie himself.

yet it never changed, which led him, his friends, and his parents to determine that he'd gotten a time-counter soulmate mark, which he likes to pride himself on believing he did not give a single fuck about.

the number is supposed to count the amount of time that you've spent with your soulmate, and there's usually a sentence or phrase that's associated with your soulmate's first thoughts of you below it. and yeah, of course the first thing the lucky guy or gal thought of richie is 'wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.' pretty fucking on-brand, if richie says so himself.

so yeah, he never really paid attention to his soulmate mark - partly because the thought of emotionally opening up to someone enough for them to know his whole and true self was repulsive and terrifying enough to make him physically ill, enough for him to develop a crazy sense of humor as a less-than proficient coping mechanism for the insecurity and fear that lives in his mind rent-free, 24/7 365. but mostly he didn't pay attention to the mark because, you know, he thought it was lame.

that is, until it changed from the 0.

it happened on the first day of classes fall semester of this, his freshman year of college.

which, honestly, was a huge fucking bummer, because he literally came into contact with almost 800 new people that first day through classes, dorms, walking around campus, and the dining hall. and yet, as he got back to his dorm and smoked a bowl with bill, he'd noticed that his arm had said 00:51:26.

bill had been so excited he'd almost lifted richie through the roof, because 'holy sh-shit, rich, y-you did it!'

it was hard to believe someone was out there for him, though. and yeah, he didn't give a fuck about it, but he also kind of did.

richie, now thinking back on that day, groans a bit. if he'd just known, if he had just fucking looked at the thigh of the girl in front of him with the soft-looking grin and the alluring scent of orange creamsicle shampoo, who'd smiled a bit when he borrowed a pen - if he'd just known then that y/n was meant to spend the rest of her life with him, he could've... well, he's not really sure what he could have done.

he thinks to that moment in time, as he was blowing smoke out the dorm window with bill and giggling as he ate an entire bag of cheez-its, and how much he wanted to know who it was back then.

but tonight, it had become a nightmare when the information practically fell into his lap. he's at this house party in late september, and about five minutes ago it was just boring enough to warrant sitting on the rug in the living room and just fun enough to actually stay.

“-yeah, she said the first time you guys met was in microeconomics, right?” ben says, and richie huffs in agreement as he picks at the skin on his nails. ben was talking about her again, and richie's heart was beating stupidly hard. y/n, one of his closest friends that he'd made outside of the losers, never failed to make his heart run a goddamn marathon.

“-she told me the first thing she noticed was that you were wearing socks with sandals. and she thought that your socks were really ugly.” he finishes with a laugh and richie’s head snaps up at that. he feels chills spill over back as if he’d been doused with ice water and he gapes at ben. “wait, what?” richie shudders, the words escaping his lips quietly enough that his friends mistake it for a forceful exhale brought on by offense at the word 'ugly.'

“well she was right to think that.” stan says from behind his solo cup, carefree, as if richie’s life wasn’t crashing to an alarming and unbelievable halt. eddie giggles faintly somewhere from the floor where the losers are sitting, but richie’s mind is reeling too much for him to react to or even comprehend anything.

“rich, i th-thought i got you to st-stop wearing socks and sandals so long ago.” bill adds, laughing into his hand. but richie’s barely registering any other fucking information because he’s staring at ben, who is finally noticing his friend’s perplexed face. “you good, rich?” ben asks carefully.

“wh-er, wait. what exactly did she say?” richie asks, really not wanting to know the answer and yet wanting to know more than life itself. it can't be her. he’s getting odd looks from everyone now, but he's starting to breathe quickly and he thinks he might vomit. he kind of regrets never showing anybody but big bill his soulmate mark, because he's suffocating right now in embarrassment and bill is a little too drunk to assume what richie's assuming right now.

“wait, y/n y/l/n, right? from my dorm. she’s here tonight, she told me- oh, y/n!” stan calls, looking directly over richie’s shoulder. it happens so fast. y/n, in the flesh, walks past at just that moment, breaking out into a breath-taking, world-halting smile. richie's chest hurts worse than it ever has before as she waves and bustles over to plop herself next to richie. and holy shit, she's wearing shorts because even though it's cold out, the house is warm and richie can see dark ink on her thigh. a soulmate tattoo. he can't draw his eyes away even though his brain is screaming to knock it off because there's going to be something there he doesn't want to accept, but he then does it anyways.

he almost hyperventilates as he reads the words emblazoned on her thigh,

27:36:08 and right below it: "holy hell her hair smells like orange creamsicle"

he almost sobs right then and there as she greets him with a soft hand on his shoulder, completely unaware of their fate and richie has to stand up abruptly because he can literally feel the numbers changing on his arm as the seconds go by with y/n at his side.

and now, mere minutes later he's out here, laying in self pity as anxiety claws at every inch of his body and fear tingles on him like the slight presence of snowflakes falling on his skin - briefly he wonders if, as an older man, he'll wonder how he never got cold wearing nothing, vulnerable as he welcomes in that falling snow.

he would be totally daft not to wonder how he ended up with a soulmate like her, someone not only so fucking attractive but so kind and undeserving of a monstrosity of a human like him. she is, in every place he isn't, a complete and utter success of a person; he's a hurricane where she's whitecaps in the sea, he's loud and abrupt while she is kind and outgoing. maybe they do work well together, hell - they spend enough time on study dates outside of class for him to know that he does really like her. but richie also knows his standoffish, happy-go-lucky and untamed personality paired with his unwillingness to make himself appear vulnerable to most people will probably have a very large impact on... whatever it is that happens with y/n.

because that's really the point, isn't it?

she is stuck with him. bucky beaver, the trashmouth, mr. i-can't-keep-my-trap-shut-for-three-seconds. y/n, the most incredible person in this world, is the kind of person that was designed for richie to admire from afar, as he is so willing to suffer through. because as much as it hurts to watch her and to love her without loving her, it is a thousand times safer for both of them than the inevitable look of disappointment that will befall y/n’s angelic features when she discovers who her burden of a soulmate is.

the thought makes richie choke out a weak sob, sitting up and digging the heel of his palms into his sockets, trying to scrub out the image of himself from his brain. awful, awful, bad.

he takes a long drag from his cigarette and for a brief moment he wonders if, just maybe, she’ll love him back eventually. the thought makes him feel like crying all over again.

huge nose, big teeth, awkwardly skinny and too tall. maybe he's got nice hair, but he sometimes wakes up too late and can only brush his teeth and swipe on deodorant before he's sprinting out his dorm with his pickle socks and stan's old sandals, trudging to class and getting in the way of y/n's future.

but he is her future, after all - how can that be right?

he doesn't have enough time to take another drag from his cig as he hears the glass door open, the noise from the party bursting through the gap in the foundation of the house and sending him back to five minutes, ago, inside. he cranes his neck and can't bring himself to be surprised when he sees her, backlit from the party inside and figure in his mind standing like the only being in the world.

she thinks he looks devastatingly beautiful tonight. she loves the awkwardness in his bones, the way he carries himself with confidence although she's not sure he always really has it. he's wearing some dumb socks again as usual, though they're mostly covered by his black pants and red high-tops this time. it makes her smile softly.

she wants to know him, really know him, as more than just a classmate, a crush, a boy who's friends with stan uris from the floor above her own room. she wants to feel his large hands on her in more than just fleeting greetings, knucks to the shoulder or jaw. she wants the sharp taste of nicotine and mint from those life savers he was always sucking on in her own mouth as he holds her tightly against him, she wants to know everything about him and be with him, even if they aren't somehow destined to be forever. which, she thinks with an array of wild animals tumbling around her chest, they might be.

after all, someone at this party is her soulmate, and she's almost 99.8% sure it's richie. it gives her the most beautiful butterflies she's ever had, even when he stares at her from the deck with glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"what’s up, buttercup?” is all she says, in her mind because he's stunned her to near-silence once again by just existing, and in his mind because she is the most perfect being.

he doesn't respond despite being completely charmed by her, because he's breathing in the nicotine and its making his fingers twitch and even though he's sober by now, he thinks he may be tweaking a bit, mostly from the overwhelming set of information that just smacked into his face when y/n walked over into that room.

he watches as suddenly she's dropping herself so she's sat next to him, her legs swinging off the edge of the deck. she eyes his cigarette. "that's so unhealthy, rich." she says softly, teasing but with a lacing of truth behind it that really makes richie itch to never smoke ever again in his life. but he's a stubborn ass, so he instead takes a deeper drag, maintaining eye contact. he can feel one tear slip from his eye and he feels so fucking melodramatic as he does so, but he's at the lowest he's been in a while, so he gives himself a bit of credit.

she reaches out and pulls the cigarette directly from between his lips, sending him a pointed look as she presses it out on the finished wood of the deck. he wipes the tear away when she's not looking. and as she turns back he smirks, unsure what else to do, as he blows the smoke out of his mouth towards her face.

"hi, toots." he says in what he hopes is a normal tone, despite his blotchy and tear-trailed face. she blinks her eyes owlishly at him but just shrugs, "you left a little prematurely back there. what, do i smell that bad?" she jokes. no, he thinks, you smell like orange creamsicles.

it's bittersweet, the irony in her statement. because he knows that she probably knows what she smells like every day, as it's literally tattooed right on the meat of her leg, on display for her and whoever else lucky enough to find themselves being acquainted with the skin of her upper thigh. the thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

maybe if he were feeling a little less in-the-dumps, a little less like a complete and utter disappointment and failure that ruined this sweet girl's life, he would have ribbed her back a bit. you know, grind her gears in typical tozier fashion.

but he's exhausted and so distraught that he can't bring himself to even look at her. "i'm not in the mood" he grumbles, his heart pounding. she frowns, tilting her head.

"okay, what's wrong, richie?" she asks, and it's in that caring voice that she uses that isn't pitying but simply solicitous in nature. her calming force on him is obvious and immediate and his teeth stop rattling around in his head

he wants to scream because she's burning warm and perfect while he's frigid cold inside his body; a wasteland full of broken slinkies and half-formulated 'your mom' jokes that are melded to the crust of him with the tar that's been sucked straight from those damn ciggies. for crying out loud, if he were to so much as touch her, she'd get corrupted.

she notices as he scoots a bit away from her, and her heart hurts. he's so upset, clearly, and yet it hurts her that he can't trust himself or her enough to open up; no fault of his own surely, but heartbreaking all the same. "i care about you, and i really want to be here for you." she says it like there's going to be more, but the words kind of die in her throat as she realizes the extend of her words.

holy shit, she thinks, i'd go to the ends of the earth for him. if richie asked me to, i think i'd probably kill the queen.

"i stubbed my toe, and it really hurts." he says then, and the absurdity of his excuse makes her laugh out loud, head tilting back towards the moon as the bubbly giggles tumble from her lips. she looks at him after and his face is a twisted mix of affection and utter pain, a combination that hurts her to her core but lights a fuel in her that makes her want to help him.

"it's true." he mutters, motioning to his shoe limply, and she looks at his foot, the tip of his converse scribbled in sharpie with the word 'half-brain' and then a bunch of hearts.

"i like your socks." she says absentmindedly, grinning at him as she says it, voice teasing. but the reaction she was hoping for was nowhere to be seen as richie suddenly heaves a hiccup-sob, one so upsetting and quiet that she thinks she misheard it.

but he's keeling over and clutching his face with his hands, shaking his head, and her heart breaks. "richie, honey please tell me what's going on. or i can just sit here, if you'd rather-"

her sentence is cut off with richies own rushed words, expelled from his mouth so quickly that it's almost as if they were trying to escape while his lips tried to hold them in.

"-you're going to have to spend the rest of your life trying to force yourself to love me, and that terrifies me.”

as he says it, his stomach twists itself inwards at his admission and he thinks he's going to be sick. he doesn't deserve you, you're going to resent him for it. she's silent for a few moments, and he doesn't dare look anywhere near her as tears trail down his solemn cheekbones and drop onto the black corduroy that wraps around his jittering legs.

"richie, please, what are you trying to say?" she says quietly, sounding scared, nervous, upset... richie did that. it's his fault. he tilts his head back, his brain buzzing in guilt. "fuck," he says, and it comes out broken, "you... i- you're my soulmate." he says, looking down to where his chest rises and falls almost unnaturally, a consequence of muscle memory being tampered with by the lethally college combination of nicotine, alcohol and marijuana on an empty stomach.

earlier he was afraid that if he opened his mouth too wide he would lose control of his tongue and then the words would come out without him wanting them to, but he knows he's basically sober by now, as sober as y/n is next to him - he's just neurotic, but he doesn't want her to know that, because oh god, what if she hated him for it?

she wouldn't, right? isn't she supposed to find a way to love him?

this was a really stupid idea, but in his mind it was one that had to be done. shutting his eyes, he tugs the sleeve of his left arm upwards, taking a shaky breath. again, it's silent as she reads the words written there. wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.

she stares at the words, and the number above it, then she looks at her own thigh, where the exact same number counts on in time with his.

he wastes no time, though: "-don't worry, doll. i've got it figured out, we can just- maybe we can get yours covered and you don't have to think about it anymore. fi-find someone better, like, oh, bill - he'd treat you nice i think. just- we don't have to think about it, i'm sorry." he says in one breath, not looking at her at all.

"richie, how can i be yours if you're not mine?" she says thickly because she's fighting off tears wondering how someone so incredible and full of life could feel so undeserving.

"you can't want me, you can't." he insists, not looking at her as she gapes at him because if he were to look at her expression he may lose it. it's quiet again in their own little world here, the air silent and numbing as y/n takes a breath.

"oh my god, wait richie how are we this stupid?" she asks, perking up and lightly slapping his arm. he looks at her in shock as she begins to laugh, "we've been alone together so many times. how did we not notice?" she asks, and he chuckles a bit, shrugging.

"maybe we're not the sharpest crayons in the drawer, toots. all i'm sayin' is that i figured it out first." he says cheekily, and secretly both of them are shocked to see how quickly they fell together, as if the knowledge that they were made for each other made all their insecurities fall away.

her face softens again. "you know, i saw my timer counting tonight and i was hoping more than anything that you'd be here. that we'd be-" she adds softly, a hand landing lightly on richie's thigh, sending licks of flames up his body. she takes a breath and restarts. "do you know how fucking bad i wanted it to be you?"

and just like that, y/n unintentionally provides a luscious mix of words and tricks that fill him with barely enough confidence to let him bet when he knows he should fold.

what's life without a little risk?

he meets her eyes for the first time in a few minutes and hers are large and hopeful as they wait patiently for him to give her something. but he still can't speak without running his mouth, so instead he cups her cheeks. her lips part slowly and he stares in awe at her raw beauty, unable to hold it in longer.

he presses his lips to her quickly and to her it feels like he is trying to prove something. it makes her heart soar as he comes alive against her, pressing as enthusiastically as she is into him. he tastes, as she'd guessed, like nicotine but mostly like a mint and it makes her grin as he pulls back.

"is this okay?" he's asking then, his thumb soothing over her cheek sweetly and giving her the same butterflies she gets when he smiles; the very same butterflies that release when he says anything to her, when he comes to her dorm for a study date with two red bulls in his hand, and when she realized their tattoos beat the same.

"yeah, of course." she whispers against his lips, the feeling of his teasing lightly making her sniffle. she presses their lips together again, this time warmer, more comfortably and his hands move to her hips and tug her closer, her hands winding to his neck as his own hands explore her body, caressing her sides gently. he pulls back and holds her softly.

"your hair smells nice." he says sheepishly, and she grins so widely she thinks she may split in two. her heart flutters as she looks into his eyes, finding nothing but love. "orange creamsicle, huh?" she asks with pink cheeks, and he laughs lightly, nodding his head. "best smell ever, babe."

"you make me happy." she says it onto his lips again, and the shiver that runs down his spine is a feeling he wouldn't mind feeling forever. his heart soars because he believes her, he trusts her. she wouldn't lie to him.

"we're so dramatic, aren't we?" richie jokes, his walls sliding back up a bit, but as y/n cuddles into his chest, head against his beating heart as she presses kisses to his neck, he realizes she accepts him.

"yeah, well. we're made for each other, aren't we rich?" she asks gently as his hand falls to brush over her thigh, right over the words. "that's right, toots." he says softly, looking down at her hairline softly, still in disbelief that it worked out for him. she turns to look at him, cheeks dusted a bit as she leans up to press a kiss on his lips.

tag list: @gabiatthedisco @blisshemmings​ @stenbrozier​ @simplesammyx​ @dickology64​ @clownsloveyou​ @baby-yoda-a @moon-shine-baby​ @daughter-of-the-stars11 @lets-vibe-bro​ @trashedfortozier​ @oceandog13​ @finnskindofwoman​  @kait-tozier​ @upamongthestarss​ @fiantomartell @beverlyparkerr @beauregard-s @diorbubs 

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel Of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eleven: Making the Most of a Weekend

I knowwwww I’m the worst author ever I’m sorry blah blah blah. But! This chapter is filthy so at least it’s a fun one, right? Also, the Airbnb they’re staying at can be viewed here. Now, onto the chapter!

You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like, but I’m not gonna think about that right now. I’m gonna keep getting underneath you, I’m gonna keep getting underneath you, and all our friends want us to fall in love.- Panic! at the Disco, The Good, the Bad, and the Dirty

Being separated from one’s soulmate was both emotionally and physically exhausting. It was also really, really depressing. It was just like, why bother? Why bother getting out of bed? Why bother going to school? What was the point? Dipper wouldn’t be there, and she wouldn’t get to see him again for awhile.

Whelp. At least her parents never monitored anything but her texts. She didn’t text Dipper, so, to their knowledge, she wasn’t in contact with him.

Not that they ever got a look at her phone, anyway. She was never home enough for them to see. The longest she’d spent at home at a time was one night. She never ate with her parents, and she still hadn’t spoken to them. She wasn’t planning on it, either. She didn’t have anything to say to them, and she certainly wasn’t interested in what they had to say.

Rolling over in Kristin’s bed (Kristin’s was the previous evening’s sleepover house of choice), Mabel grabbed her phone off the nightstand.

Dipper had messaged her. He usually did when he woke up.

Are you free this weekend?

It was a three day weekend starting the day after Valentine’s Day, which meant Mabel was feeling the separation hard, and therefore had a hot date with Ben & Jerry (both of whom were currently waiting eagerly for her in Kristin’s freezer). Okay, so it was more of a cold date, but, y’know. Semantics, right? Therapy was great, but eating several pints of Chocolate Therapy was cheaper and more fun.

So… technically she was free. But why was Dipper asking?

Yeah, why?

Okay, cool. Come to this address once you’re out of school. Go around back when you get there. Okay?

He typed out an address she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t too far from Kristin’s, but why would Dipper want her to go there? Regardless, she texted back a confused okay and left it at that. Sitting up in bed, she scratched her scalp lightly and looked over at Kristin, who was sleeping with her mouth wide open.

She poked her friend’s cheek. “Hey.”

Kristin stirred but didn’t wake. Naturally, Mabel poked her again, slightly harder. “Hey!” She raised her voice a bit that time.

“What?” Kristin grumbled blearily, blinking her eyes open. Her black hair was matted, and what had once been expertly applied eyeliner and mascara was giving her the usual racoon eyes. Not that Kristin minded, of course. Yesterday’s eyeliner can be made into today’s smokey eye, after all.

“Can you drive me somewhere after school?”

Kristin propped herself up on her arms and blinked up at Mabel. “Depends on where it is, I guess. Why, where you going?”

“I dunno, some-“ Mabel’s phone chimed, signaling another message from Dipper.

Oh, and bring enough stuff to last you through Sunday.

Mabel blinked and lifted her phone up to show Kristin the message. Kristin’s eyes narrowed against the brightness of the phone screen, then widened. She sat up abruptly, then snatched the phone from Mabel’s hand. She scrolled up a bit, reading their most recent messages, and handed Mabel’s phone back to her after a moment, a knowing smirk on her face.

“He’s taking you on a sex retreat,” Kristin said matter-of-factly.

“A- a what now?”

“A sex retreat,” her friend repeated. “Y’know, it’s a three day weekend right after Valentine’s Day so he’s whisking you away somewhere to fuck your brains out.”

“That is…” Mabel was going to say it was ridiculous, but then she thought about it for a moment. Dipper had a car. Neither of their Grunkles would take issue with him coming down to visit her; it was their parents that had an issue with them being soulmates. “A very real possibility, actually,” she finished.

“Oh, it’s totally what he’s doing. So, to answer your question,” Kristin got out of bed and walked towards her bathroom. “Yes, I will absolutely drive you to go on a sex retreat with your soulbro, no matter how far away it is.”

Checking Google Maps, Mabel said, “it’s fifteen minutes from school.”

Kristin grinned. “Badass! Pack up your shit, homegirl. I ain’t driving you back here before you go.” She glanced down at Mabel’s legs. “And maybe shave again before we head out. Don’t want any stubble the first time you see him after this long, right?”

Mabel blushed. “Right, guess not.”

Kristin patted her cheek with another smile. “Cheer up, buttercup. Today’s the day your va-jay-jay is back in business.”

Mabel grinned back. “Fingers crossed!”

“Exactly, now hit the showers!”

———————————————————————

When Mabel stepped out of Kristin’s car onto the sidewalk, she didn’t know what to make of the yellow Victorian house. She sent Dipper a quick here as she went around back, as he’d had told her to that morning, only to find a small rock garden in the backyard of the house, with a… a vardo? It sure looked like a vardo. The fanciest one she’d ever seen in her life. It was red and purple with a small porch, and it appeared to be quite long, too. There was a set of slender red double doors with round stained glass windows on either side, and the whole thing looked intricately carved and painted.

After a moment, the doors opened, and out stepped Dipper. He beamed at the sight of her, and she nearly dropped the duffel bag she had hoisted over her shoulder.

Scratch that, she actually did drop it, squealing and running over to him to jump into his arms. It was a bit difficult because the wagon-house-thingy was on top of a wooden platform that she had to almost trip over before reaching him, but in the span of a few seconds, she had her arms wrapped around him again and she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

Mabel stood there for several seconds, trying to melt into his skin. A warmth had flooded her veins at the sight of him. She’d forgotten what it felt like to have him close, what he smelled like. She’d just decided she needed an oxygen tank full of Dipper-smell when he spoke, his lips against her scalp.

“I missed you.”

Mabel pulled back enough to look at him. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she’d seen him, and it was kind of hurting her face, but she didn’t care. He was looking at her adoringly, and she giggled. She was just so freakin’ happy to see him. Mabel couldn’t remember the last time she’d been that happy.

No, wait, yes she could. The last time she’d been that happy was right before her parents stormed into the hotel room like ruining everything was a contest with a billion dollar prize.

Well, whatever. They could suck it. Mabel was too busy to care about her parents and whatever lame-ass contests they’d entered.

“I missed you, too,” she finally told him. “But what��re you doing here?” She glanced around a bit. “Actually, what am I doing here?”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “It’s an Airbnb,” he said, taking her hand and pulling away from her. “After a fair amount of begging and no small amount of guilt tripping, Grunkle Stan agreed to pay for a three day weekend stay for us.”

He pushed open the intricate red doors and stepped inside, pulling her along after him. She followed after him, her shoes sinking into a plush rug, and her mouth dropped open.

Directly inside the doorway, there was what appeared to be a kitchen, albeit a small one; the cabinets were white with light brown countertops, a hammered copper kitchen sink, two actual stained glass windows (like, it looked like there were actual separate panes of glass for each change in color and shape), and several additional copper kitchen stuff throughout the tiny kitchen. It was more of a hallway than anything else.

Mabel rushed past Dipper excitedly, eager to see what lay beyond the kitchen-slash-hallway, and squealed again. “Eeeeeeee this place is crazy!”

“I knew you’d like it,” he laughed. “I’m gonna go grab your bag, be right back.”

“Kay!” she called over her shoulder, eager to get acquainted with her new favorite place ever.

Okay, so maybe it was her new favorite place ever primarily due to Dipper’s presence, but it was also really flippin’ cool. Directly across the narrow hallway, there was a door that, when opened, led to a very cramped bathroom. Cramped it may be, but it was also hella fancy. The walls were made of tiles fashioned from dark reflective glass, there was a tiny white sink sticking out directly below a window with a mirror fastened to the wood of the window frame, with a stained glass window directly beside the regular one. There was a toilet that had another stained glass window above it, as well as a regular window directly beside it, this one with a gold-colored curtain hanging over it. The shower had a black curtain in front of it but, when pulled aside, it revealed another stained glass window (yes, three for one tiny bathroom). The shower head was a waterfall-type situation, but it also had one of those handheld ones, which she knew from personal experience would be easier to rinse out her hair with.

“You all good in here, Mabes?” Dipper called, and she heard the thunk of her bag being dropped.

Fingers crossed her toiletries hadn’t made a mess all over her clothes.

She stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked over at him as he shut the doors behind him. “Uh, dude, I’ve only seen the kitchen and the bathroom and I’m pretty sure this whole thing is amazeballs.”

He grinned and stepped over to her. “I’m glad you like it, but was it really necessary for you to pack bricks?” He rubbed the shoulder he’d hoisted her bag over.

“Don’t be such a baby, Dippin Dots,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll and sashayed away to inspect the rest of the wagon-thingy.

Just beyond the countertops of the kitchen, there was a tall set of shelves that went to the ceiling, containing various kitchen-y items, including a microwave (which, good, because Mabel was seventeen and leftovers were her BFFs), and directly across from the shelves there was a fridge, which was also good, because as a living creature, Mabel required sustenance in order to survive.

The hallway ended, opening up into a more spacious area with a table outcropping from the wall directly beyond the set of tall kitchen shelves with two nice-looking folding chairs. There was also a set of white cabinets that started at the height of the fridge and descended almost like stairs. Against the back wall was a large wrap-around couch, and the cushions were purple (which was awesome, obvi), and there were hanging potted plants and more windows, too, including two more stained glass ones, and if she looked up…

Holy cheese puffs, was that a chandelier? Upon closer inspection, it turned out that yes, it was most definitely a chandelier, and a mighty fancy one at that, by the looks of things.

“Hoooooookay, brosephina, this is a pretty snazzy location we have found ourselves in,” Mabel said.

“Well,” Dipper began as he stepped up behind her, “I figured you deserved something nice.” He wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her hair.

“Errrrr. Okay then. No issues with that here, lemme tell ya.” Then a thought occurred to her. This was a very nice house-wagon-whatsit, don’t get her wrong, but if they were gonna be there through Sunday, where were they supposed to sleep? Or… do anything else? Would he even want to do anything else? Never mind that. “Soooooo where are we supposed to, like…” she trailed off.

“Bed’s in a loft,” he said into her hair, his arms tightening around her waist. “Up those stairs.” He pointed a finger at the cabinets she’d noted earlier. Huh. So they really were stairs, then.

“Right, so, um…”

Ugh. Why was she so damn nervous? It was irritating. This was her twin, her soulmate, her boyfriend! He had literally been inside her! She had no reason to be nervous!

She was, though, and she didn’t really know how to voice what she wanted.

Kiss me. Touch me. Get your dick inside me, like, freakin’ yesterday, dude.

“W- would you like to see it?” His voice was awkward, and he sounded almost as nervous as she felt. “The bed, I mean.”

Mabel nodded and he pulled away from her, blushing furiously, and she tried not to giggle. Dipper rolled his eyes. “Shut up, just c’mon.”

“I didn’t say anything!” she insisted as he grabbed her hand.

“I could hear you thinking,” he countered, leading her up the cabinets-slash-stairs.

She was still giggling through her nervousness when they reached the top of the stairs. The bed was a mattress directly on the floor with a striped comforter.

Hesitantly, Mabel sat on the bed. Dipper knelt down in front of her. He was looking at her lips when he took her hand again.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” His voice was soft, like he was afraid he’d scare her away or something.

Mabel remembered what Kristin had said about sex retreats and being whisked away to have her brains fucked out.

And then she remembered that no, Dipper could not, in fact, read her mind.

“Why would you think I don’t wanna do anything?” Had. Had he never encountered a mirror? Seventeen years of existence and the boy had never encountered a mirror. What were the chances? He shrugged. “Have you even seen yourself, Dip?”

“Huh?”

She forced her nerves down. He wanted her. She knew he did. She just needed to reassure him that she wanted him just as much. “You’re really freakin’ sexy, bro.”

He smiled hesitantly. “So, is it okay if I…?”

“Look, man,” Mabel said, “if you try a thing and I’m not about it, I’ll let ya know, but otherwise, go for it.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“Uh, I am absotively posolutely sure.”

Grinning, Dipper leaned in to kiss her, and she smiled against his lips when he did. “I missed you,” she murmured against him.

He moved closer to her, pressing his body into hers. “I missed you, too,” he told her. “Now, I gotta be honest with you here, Mabes.” He pulled back a bit to look at her very, very seriously.

“Oh… kay?”

“This outfit,” he glanced down at her shorts and shirt. It was too hot for a sweater, so her top was light and breezy. It also showed off a bit of boobage, so there was that. “It’s cute, I like it and all, but I’d like it a lot more if it were on the floor.”

“Hmm…” she said thoughtfully. “On one condition.” She held up a finger.

“What’s that?”

“I’m only taking my clothes off if you take yours off, too. All’s fair in love and war, buddy-o.”

He grinned cheekily at her. “Is that right? And which is this?”

She shrugged. “Both, prolly.”

“Fair enough,” Dipper said with a chuckle before he pulled back to strip out of his clothes as fast as he possibly could. She was so busy watching him pull his shirt off that she totally forgot she was supposed to take her own clothes off, too. He paused before dropping his shirt to the floor. “Mabellllllllll,” he whined. “You said you’d take your clothes off, c’mon!”

“Right!” She started, almost surprised. “Right, right, sorry, my b.” Pulling her shirt over her head while simultaneously kicking off her sneakers at the heels, Mabel lay back on the bed, unbuttoning her shorts and lifting her butt to shimmy out of them. She wasn’t paying much attention to Dipper at that exact moment, or the way his eyes were wide and glued to her newly exposed skin, but when she finally got the shorts over her hips and down her legs, flinging them away from her with a flick of her foot, she looked up at him, and he was…

Whelp. He was totally nekkid, wasn’t he? She’d seen plenty of pictures lately (had a whole app she kept them in on her phone, even), but pictures on a phone screen ain’t got nothin’ on seeing her bro-bro in person.

“Looks like somebody’s happy to see me,” she grinned nervously at him.

“Gee, I wonder why,” he said sarcastically. “It’s almost like my soulmate is laying on a bed mostly naked right in front of me.” His eyes focused on hers for a moment before drifting back over her body again. “Which, by the way, you should be totally naked.”

“Fair enough,” she agreed, sitting up and reaching around her back to unhook her bra. He watched her, wide-eyed, as she pulled her arms out of the straps and flung the bra away. He watched, too, as she pulled her panties off the same way she had her shorts.

As it turned out, actually seeing how badly he wanted her, like, seeing legit physical evidence of it, well. It was something of a self-esteem boost.

He stared at her for several seconds. She stared back. Then he dove at her, and suddenly he was kissing her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts- it was quite a lot, really, and he seemed to be going pretty fast, too.

“Dipper,” Mabel gasped out as he attacked her nipple. There was really no other word for it. It was most certainly an attack. He was alternating between sucking it harshly and nibbling on it with his teeth, and it stung in the most delicious way.

He pulled off her breast with a pop, then trailed kisses down her chest and stomach, looking at her intently all the while.

“Wh- what’re you doing?” she questioned when he reached his presumed destination, spreading her legs to examine her body. Which, by the way, was tremendously embarrassing.

He looked back up at her. “Well, I was planning on, y’know…” he gestured to her vagina.

Mabel thought for a moment. “On one condition.”

“Another condition? Really?”

Nodding, she said, “you can eat me out, but only if I get to suck your dick after.”

He grinned up at her. “Deal.”

At that, he gave a torturously slow lick to her slit that ended just below where she really wanted it. She whimpered, which prompted him to do it again. And again. By the third incredibly slow lick, she was just about ready to scream at him before he thrust a finger into her and flicked his tongue over her clit in the same second, eliciting a gasp from her.

He thrust his finger in and out of her, slowly moving his tongue over her clit, and before long Mabel was whimpering again. “Ah- another,” she forced out. “Another finger, please.”

He complied, and when her fingers clenched the comforter, he moved a little faster inside of her, flicking his tongue in the same rhythm he was thrusting his fingers at, and she lifted her hips. He reached his other hand up to hold her down, to hold her still, and continued. “Close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

Dipper hastened the flicks of his tongue, the thrusts of his fingers, and then he did something incredible. He closed his lips around her clit and started to suck gently. Mabel’s hand shot down to his hair, holding him between her legs, and her toes curled, bunching the comforter up in a tight grip beneath the pads of her feet, and she found herself instinctively fighting against the firm hand on her hip bone, trying to raise her pelvis closer to him.

“Ah- fuck, Dip, I’m gonna-“ he kept sucking her clit, only he started to flick his tongue over it at the same time, too, and Mabel shattered with a short, abrupt scream.

Her grip on his hair loosened and her hand fell to her side. Mabel’s entire body was tingling.

She’d forgotten how much stronger Dipper-assisted orgasms were than Dipper-free orgasms. She didn’t know if it was a soulmate thing, a Dipper thing, or an I’m-in-love-with-this-guy thing, and her brain was too mushy to care.

“Holy shit,” she panted, and he pulled away from her still-pulsing heat, pressing a kiss to the top of her thigh as he went. The extra tingles his lips caused traveled throughout the rest of her body.

“Sooooo… good, then?”

She glared at him. “Shut up, man, you know it was tops. Where’d you learn to do that, anyway?”

He reddened and looked away. “I maaaaay have done some online research.”

“What, like, porn?”

“Well, not for that specific purpose, no.”

“Then…?” she trailed off, looking at him expectantly.

“Okay, so I read some accounts from lesbians,” he confessed in a rush. “Mostly blogs and whatnot, and then I also talked to a few female friends I have-“

“Whoa there, pal,” she cut in. “What female friends? I dunno how I feel about you getting all the dirty deets from another girl.”

He blinked. “Oh, I talked to this lesbian friend I have, and also her girlfriend. Just… comparing notes, y’know?”

She looked at him incredulously for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, that’s fine. For a second there, I was worried you were exchanging extremely graphic details of our sex life with, like, Pacifica or something.”

Dipper blanched. “Yeah, no, not her.”

“Okay, cool.” After several more seconds, she looked him up and down.

Her bro was still sporting a big ol’ broner.

“I believe I was promised the opportunity to suck your dick in exchange for you getting the pleasure of eating me out.”

He blushed again. Holy bejeezus, he was adorable.

“You… you don’t have to, y’know,” he offered quietly.

“Well, yeah,” she agreed. “Of course I don’t have to, but it’s, like my new favorite hobby, brosephina.”

He grinned. “You’re pretty good at it, too.”

“Hmm,” she said, reaching down to grasp him. He gasped at the feel of her palm, and she motioned for him to lay down. “Maybe I’ll put that in college applications.” Once he was horizontal, Mabel leaned down and took the entire length of him in her mouth (or as much of him as she could fit, anyway) with absolutely zero warning.

Dipper groaned and leaned back against the pillow. “Fuuuuuuck.”

Humming around him, she bobbed her head, letting her lips slide over him and sucking in her cheeks. He reached down to grip one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple, and she moaned, the vibrations from the sound causing him to buck slightly into her mouth. She gagged a bit but kept going, pleased that he was enjoying himself so much.

Each time she only had the head of him in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the top, dipping slightly into his urethra. “Holy shit, Mabes,” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair. He didn’t push her head, though, for which she was grateful. Bobbing faster, obscene slurping sounds filled the loft, saliva dribbling down his shaft. His moans got louder, and she sped up as much as she could.

“Mabel,” he gasped. “Mabel, I’m gonna- you should move-“

She ignored him, grasping his testicles gently and taking him as deep as she could manage. She was pretty sure her nose brushed against his pubic hair on more than one occasion, actually.

He came down her throat with a shout that sounded almost pained, and she nearly choked on it all, but managed to swallow the vast majority of it. It was not pleasant-tasting, nor was the texture particularly appetizing, but when she looked up at him, he was gazing down at her like she was some kind of goddess, so it was worth it, she decided.

She pulled her mouth off of him, and when she did, a small amount of his semen dripped out of the side of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“So, how was it?”

He looked at her incredulously. “You literally just swallowed my jizz and you’re asking me how it was?”

Mabel shrugged, grabbing his half-drunk water bottle that was off to the side of the bed. She sat up, taking a swig from it to wash that nasty-ass taste out of her mouth.

Eugh.

“It was awesome, Mabes,” he told her as she set the water bottle back down. She smiled happily at him, then lay down next to him and rested her head on his chest. “Downside, though, is I’ll need a bit before I can go again.”

“Eh, that’s fine.”

Turns out he only needed approximately ten minutes before he could go again.

She’d still been laying on his chest contentedly when he started running his fingertips over the side of one of her breasts, and when she looked up at him questioning it, he kissed her.

Dipper turned his body towards her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and she felt his hardness press against her.

She pulled away with a laugh. “Already?”

“I’m seventeen, Mabel,” he pointed out.

She shrugged and went back to kissing him.

No objections from this girl, thank you.

He climbed on top of her before too much longer, his arousal pressing into her stomach, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, one of her hands at the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair.

He reached between them with one hand to grip one of her breasts again, squeezing it lightly. He kissed her neck, sucking a bruise into the skin, and she moaned softly. “Dip,” she murmured. “I need you.”

He reached between her legs to stroke her, finding her wet again. “I need you, too,” he groaned against her neck.

“Then take me,” she begged, lifting her hips to meet his fingers.

Positioning himself between her legs, he thrust into her with a groan, his head falling against her, his forehead resting between her breasts. “You okay?” he panted.

Nodding, Mabel wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs. “Keep going.”

Pushing himself up onto his hands, Dipper pulled out of her almost completely, and she whimpered at the loss, gasping when he thrust back into her. He kept up his slow, gentle pace, like he was worried he’d break her, and eyes were clenched shut with the effort to restrain himself.

She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Let go, Dipper,” she said softly. “Don’t hold back. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

When he pulled out and thrust back into her again, harder this time, like she’d wanted, she moaned and grasped his arms, her fingertips digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Mabel,” he groaned, his hips snapping against hers. “I missed this so much.”

“Me too,” she agreed, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts. “Please don’t stop.”

He leaned down to press his lips to hers desperately, hungrily, and she returned the kiss with just as much ferocity, her legs tightening around him.

“Harder,” she begged. She knew she was begging. She didn’t care. “Give it to me harder!”

Dipper complied, pulling back slightly to watch her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Mabel lifted one of her legs up to rest her ankle on his shoulder, and they both groaned at the new angle, the new depth.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, slamming into her again. “Fuck, I don’t- I don’t know how much longer I can-“

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” she gasped out. “Just fuck me, Dipper, please!”

Dipper rose up to his knees, lifting her hips to meet his and holding the leg she’d placed on his shoulder still as he pounded into her.

Clenching the fabric of the comforter in her hands so tightly her knuckles hurt, Mabel couldn’t seem to stop herself from screaming, begging him for more, not to stop.

Putting a hand on her hip to hold her pelvis against his, he gripped her hard enough to bruise, and all she could think was that she hoped it did bruise, she wanted to feel the remnants of this for weeks-

She looked up at him, his pained expression, the way he was staring between them, watching himself slide in and out of her harshly.

“Get me pregnant, Dipper,” she moaned. “I want it so badly, please, I need it-“ she cut herself off with a cry when he thrust into her again.

“I can’t,” he forced out. “You know I can’t.”

“Please,” she said again. “I need it, I need it so bad, fuck-“

He thrust again, moving his hand from her hip to her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Soon, Mabes, I promise,” he groaned, leaning against the leg she had on his shoulder.

“Now, dammit,” Mabel demanded. “I want you to fuck a baby into me now!”

“I want it, too,” he confessed, squeezing her breast roughly as he thrust into her. “But we can’t yet. I’ll give you one soon, I swear, just-“ he cut himself off. “Fuck, Mabel, I’m gonna- fuck-“

“Cum for me, cum inside me, Dip,” she begged, desperate for it, for him.

“I can’t,” he groaned miserably, then reached between them and rubbed her clit in quick, harsh circles.

“Ah!” Mabel cried out, her toes curling and her body freezing up as her orgasm ripped through her abruptly.

He didn’t stop pounding into her, not even for a second, only lifted his hand away from her clit to hold her hip again, his head falling back. “Mabes, I- I love you, fuck, I love you-“

She knew he was seconds away from orgasming; his thrusts were short and stunted, harsh and bruising. “Cum for me, Dipper,” she encouraged. “Fill me up.”

He groaned her name again, then, to her tremendous disappointment, yanked himself out of her abruptly, his release spurting onto her vulva. Her hips fell back onto the mattress, and he collapsed on top of her.

After several minutes, he lifted his head up to look at her. “Do you really want me to get you pregnant? Like, now?”

She thought for a moment before answering. “Yeah, I do.” He seemed startled by that. “But I also know it’s not really… feasible right now. I really, really want it, but I know it’s not a good idea.”

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her slowly, lovingly, nuzzling her nose with his when their lips disconnected. “I love you, Mabel.”

“I love you more,” she countered with a grin.

“I love you the most,” Dipper insisted.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged. “Think you got me there, don’t cha? Well guess what, buddy: I love you infinity times the most, so there.”

He blinked at her. “Uhhhh… that’s not how math works. There’s nothing more than the most.”

“I don’t give a rat tooth if it’s ‘not how math works’,” she said in her very best Dipper impression. “I dunno if you’ve met me before, but I’m Mabel Pines, and I’m redefining math.”

He snorted. “If you say so.”

“Damn right I say so!” After a moment, she noticed the stickiness between them. “Errr… can you get something for that? I’m feelin’ a bit jizztastic here, bro.”

“Right,” he agreed with a slight blush. “Lemme, uh… lemme get something for that.”

“Coolio, I’ll chill here.”

He nodded and went down the stairs.

Well, Mabel thought. This is gonna be one awesome weekend.

[random-imagines-blog]

Moment {James Ransone x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @buckybarton03​ Wordcount: 2631 Summary: At an IT Cast Party, you fall into a really good, long conversation with a friend of James’s. But he couldn’t be jealous, could he?

With your mouth open, you couldn’t help but stare at everyone who was at the party. You were close with James Ransone, sure, but you didn’t think you would actually get invited to this A-List event! You were dressed to the nines, along with everyone else, and you stayed by James’ side as he went straight to the catering table, filling a small plate with snacks. You were too excited to eat, and too nervous that you would do something embarrassing, like spit a cracker on James McAvoy. “Oh my God, there’s Jessica. She’s absolutely stunning in person, I’m going to pass out.” You had to hold onto James’s arm for steadiness, because you felt like you were going to swoon. You were breaking one of the only rules that he had set for you this evening. Don’t embarrass him. Though when he asked you that, he was probably joking. Now there was a real risk.

“Okay, keep you away from Chastain,” James muttered under his breath, handing you a glass of champagne since you didn’t grab any food. “Just have this. And try to relax. It’s a party, not a red carpet. Be cool.”

“Cool, cool, cool,” You said, sipping at the champagne. “Yeah, I can be cool,” You said, your eyes flitting around. So many celebrities in one place, and all of them, every single one, was a gorgeous human being. “Do you mind if I just stay around you for a while? I’m still nervous.”

“I hope so, you’re my plus one. It would be rude if you just left me,” James laughed. You laughed along with him and for the hundredth time that day, you were glad that you knew someone as cool as him. He was a diamond in the rough, and a very good looking one if you did say so yourself. He was wearing a nice suit, but a casual shirt underneath it, not getting too dressed up. He looked as relaxed as you wanted to feel.

He introduced you to everyone, slowly. It wasn’t a big meet and greet, it went more organically than that. To both yours and James’ delight, you were able to keep yourself handled, even when you met Jessica Chastain. “So you’re the one that James has been talking about,” The beautiful redhead said, after you introduced yourself.

“Whatever he said, I didn’t do it. Unless it was really cool, then it was all me,” You joked, making her laugh. “No, but really, he goes on about how awesome you all are too, all the time.”

“And it’s always y/n this, and y/n that,” Jessica teased, nudging James, making him fall a little pink. You looked up at him with surprise. The fact that she remembered your name so quickly proved that she wasn’t just being polite. He really talked about you.

“Well, I’m the lucky one then, if the cast of the best movie of the year all know my name,” You said, trying to change the conversation around before you started to feel all warm and fluffy. James McAvoy joined the conversation, and then Bill Hader, and it became full of laughs. Very funny, all of them.

“I didn’t think you were real. I thought you were some sort of imaginary friend,” Bill Hader said to you, a serious expression on his face. “He made you sound too good to be true.”

“You know what’s funny?” You asked, finishing the last of your champagne. A caterer came around and took it for you, along with James’s empty plate. He was being rather quiet. “Before we left, he told me not to embarrass him. I’m starting to think that message was meant for you.”

Hader laughed pretty hard at that one, and eventually the conversation got off of you, and then back onto the movie. There was a newcomer to the conversation - Andy Bean, who only had a small role in the film but it was Stan so it was still a big character. He had moved in between you and Jessica, and you noticed that he was standing quite close. And you found yourself not really minding.

“So, did you like the movie?” Andy asked, and you found yourself in an almost one on one conversation with him. The other actors were drifting off, but James stayed by your side.

“Of course I did!” You said, surprised that he was even asking such a thing. “It was different from the book in a lot of ways, but it was really good. I mean, obviously I wish that you had more scenes but that’s more a problem with Stephen than with you. But there is one thing I wish that they hadn’t changed from the book...”

“And what’s that?” Andy asked.

You looked up at James and grinned. He groaned, figuring that something humiliating was coming his way. He was right, as per usual.

“Can you imagine Eddie wearing a little Chauffers hat? They should have stuck to the limo business, just for that alone.” You said, ruffling James’s short hair. He swatted but never actually came close to hitting you. You laughed and ducked, which only made you all the closer to Andy.

“I’m getting more food,” He grumbled and walked off, leaving just you and the other actor. He was smiling at you, and you smiled back.

“So you two seem very close,” Andy said, watching James leave to go back to where the buffet was.

“That’s what everyone keeps saying tonight,” You said, turning to look at Andy since you could see James’s back anytime you wanted, really. This was to meet new people, to have fun. “All I am going to say, before the gossip magazines start showing up, is that he is one of the best people that I know. And we’re going to leave it at that.”

“Okay, okay, defensive,” Andy said, raising an eyebrow. “He is a good guy though. I hope I get to work with him again. And the kids because they were actually really hard shoes to fill.”

“Oh my God, the kids,” You said, nodding in agreement. It turned out that you both had a lot of the same views on things, especially the movie. You wished again that he had gotten more screen time so that you could have seen him more. He was more of a stand-out guy than the movie had given him credit for.

“So yeah, I actually did do that bird jigsaw puzzle all by myself, and I’m proud of that,” Andy said, well into his third glass of champagne. You were as well, since every time Andy grabbed himself one, he’d get one for you. He was being a perfect gentlemen and you were growing impressed. It helped you to feel a lot more free, and a lot less nervous about making a good impression. It seems that James had done that for you.

“And how many pieces was that - fifty?” You teased, making him bark with laughter.

“A thousand, I’ll have you know. I worked on it when they were getting the rest of the scene ready!” He protested.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to watch it again, just to admire your amazing puzzle skills.” You smiled. He grinned back at you, his smile rather lopsided. “

Two more drinks. The waitress just kept coming around with plates of it. Champagne was a celebration drink and there was a lot to celebrate tonight. You were getting pretty tipsy at this point, and you were so wrapped up in your conversation with Andy that you didn’t notice people were starting to leave. You were laughing at one of his on-set anecdotes when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see James standing there, hands in his pockets, face looking a little down.

“Cheer up buttercup!” You said, trying to give him your half-emptied glass. “Here, this is making me happy, so maybe it will do the same to you. You’re looking dour.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to get lonely tonight,” James said, not sounding impressed at all. However, you were in too a good a mood to deal with his grumpiness. You wrapped your arm around his and laid your head upon his shoulder.

“There, you’re not lonely now,” You said, motioning Andy to come and join the hug. He did, chuckling the entire time, wrapping his arms around the both of you. James stiffened, you could feel that much, but you didn’t let go of him.

“I was thinking it’s about time that we head back to the hotel anyway,” James said, after Andy had let you two go.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You said, excited at the prospect of the big hotel beds that were in your double room. “Andy, I must get your number.”

“I must give it to you!” He said, taking hold of a napkin and scrawled some numbers on there. You took it with a smile, folding it in your hand so the ink wouldn’t transfer onto your skin. “It was lovely to meet you, y/n. And always good to see you, James.”

“Yeah, you too,” James said, putting his hand lightly on your shoulder and lead you out of the party to where the car was waiting. You slipped inside first, getting yourself comfortable when James came in after you. He seemed to be in the most sullen mood. A little too-Eddie like, you noticed.

“Okay, come on buttercup,” You said, putting your hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. “Fess up. There’s something on your mind and I want to know what it is.”

James sighed dramatically, looking out the window. I bent forward, trying to swerve under him to get him to look at me. “Quit it,” He said, but you noticed that his mouth went up a twitch. He couldn’t stay mad at you.

“Come on, please? It was a fun party, you shouldn’t be scowling.”

“You and Andy seemed to be getting along pretty well.”

“And that’s why you’re being a frowny face? I thought you wanted me to get along with your friends... Unless...” You gasped in surprise. Due to the drink, it came out more dramatic than intentioned. “Are you being jealous, Mr Ransome?”

“No,” He said, but he said it too quickly. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Well, there’s two possible reasons. One is that you don’t want me close to Andy because you wanted his attention all night or...” You blinked at him, realization coming across you. “Or the second is I’ve been a bad date because I spent almost the whole time talking to someone else. Gee, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He said, grunting, still refusing to look over at you. “You were having fun-”

“But I was being rude.” You put your head on his shoulder, trying to entice him to look at you again. You even did your puppy dog pout, which finally made him catch your eye. You made sure to keep up the contact so that he wouldn’t be able to look away again. “James, I’m really sorry. I just got kind of carried away. It’s really nice to have someone else to talk to about you.”

“You were talking about me?” He asked, in a tone of disbelief.

“Quite a bit actually. What else do I have to talk about? You’re the person that I do everything with. And that I make all my plans with. I was telling him about the trip that we’re going to take to the beach in the Summer, just you and I. He said it sounded fun, but I think I got the point across that it’s just supposed to be the two of us.”

“Oh,” James said, having the good sense to feel a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know that you were talking about me.”

“Should have,” You said, noticing his fingers inching closer to your leg. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world. Am I your favorite?”

“You have to ask?” He questioned you, making you grin like you had the first time that you had met him and realized just how your life was going to be positively impacted.

“Yup,” You said, popping the P. You took hold of his hand, lifted it, and set it down upon your own thigh so he would have to feel the luxurious fabric of your outfit. He stiffened in his seat, but his fingers went a little further, squeezing your thigh. “I’m sorry I ruined our date. Can I make it up to you?”

“You’ve been drinking, y/n,” James said, sounding apprehensive.

“Liquid courage,” You said, leaning in. You leaned in to finally kiss those lips that you’ve been wanting for a while, but never had the bravery to go for. But he stopped you by turning his head, so you got his cheek. You pouted with disappointment, and he sighed, taking his hand back. What a drama queen, you thought.

“I can’t, not when you’ve been drinking. If you were sober maybe, but-”

“I only had a couple of drinks. I know what I’m doing. I’m still in control of myself. James. Just ... please?”

James looked worried, stressed and a little happy at the same time. It was a weird mix to see on his face, but you found it endearing. Even more so when you realized that he was rejecting you, not because he wanted to, but because he didn’t want to take advantage. “No,” He said again.

The car pulled in front of the hotel, and he got out quickly, but still stuck around to offer you his hand to get out onto the sidewalk.

“Okay. I’ll give up - for now. But don’t think that these are just tipsy thoughts,” You said, holding onto his side as you entered the hotel, making for the elevator so you could go to your room. “Because I’ve kinda loved you for a long time and I was just so happy that I could finally tell someone about it that I almost ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything - hey, mind the buttons,” He said, as you nearly tumbled inside, your hip hitting a couple of buttons for floors that you weren’t going to. It was going to be a long ride up to your floor. You smiled at him teasingly and pressed a couple more, making him groan. “What are you doing?”

“Making the ride last longer, you said gleefully. “I know you don’t want me to kiss you but can I hug instead?”

“Yeah, I guess,” He said. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face against his shoulder, taking in the smell of the cologne that he was wearing that night. “It’s not that I don’t want to...” He said, as the doors opened and then closed on an empty floor.

“Do you love me too?” You asked, trying to feel his heartbeat through your own chest, but all that you could place was yours. It was going quickly.

“You know I do,” He said, more to himself than to you.

“So I can kiss you in the morning when I’m sober?”

“I.. I guess you could.”

“Good. Come on elevator, I gotta go to bed so I can wake up!”

[firelxdykatara]

I really don't know why you got the trumpists(?) clowning your inbox but I find it so funny that in 2016 when he won they were like "just get over it, these are the results" but are unable to do the same themselves. Anyway mad respect for Castiel going to superhell as a sacrifice for the Blue wave can I get an amen?

Castiel really went full Jesus and died for our sins to get us that blue wave in PA we have no choice BUT to stan!

no but it truly is so fucking funny that they were like ‘well maybe he lost the popular vote but he got the electoral college so suck it up buttercup’ and now that he lost the popular vote AND the electoral college, which should be abolished anyway but that’s beside the point, they’re whining and refuse to accept defeat.

i truly would give anything to be a fly on that wall when the secret service have to forcibly evict the angry tangerine, though, i tell you what

[desourceful]

mark beaks for the character questions x

see ur own post of this please. thanks https://ravesinthesky.tumblr.com/post/616686776184094720/do-mark-beaks

i agree with EVERYTHING you said there but sure lemme do this for him too

1: sexuality headcanon

gay. have you seen him? do you think hes ever looked at a woman in his entire life?

2: otp

GYARK let them have their little SON TOGETHER

3: brotp

mark and boyd. thats his son!!! and they’re literally so good for eachother. mark thrives when he has someone who loves him unconditionally and is never gonna hurt him or leave his side. boyd is sooo patient and absolutely loves mark and would be devestated if he wasn’t in his life

....i also like the idea of gladstone and mark hanging out tho

4: notp

gravesbeak. graves isn’t a dad so he’s not allowed in the clubhouse, sorry bud

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

boyd is the thing that can fill the void in his soul.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

holy shit mark is honestly such a relatable character. being on my phone all the time, being obsessed with notes and stuff. like i mean, im literally posting this on tumblr LMAO

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

cringe nae nae parrot

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

problematic fave but we stan him anyways