#anyways. forever giggling at this point. day 3. not even day 3. you could just watch a let's play at least...

[meirimerens]

all the stuff that could be avoided if you just played the game before making ship art of characters you don't even know so you didn't accidentally erase the identity of the one character who has theirs stated basically textually within the first twelth of the game...

[gyuuberryy]

no doubt !

loser!enhypen's reaction to your confession + their down bad behaviour

genre: completely fluff, slight crack

warnings: self doubt, very little stuttering

note: live, laugh, love hot loser men

word count: 2.3k

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HEESEUNG

heeseung was the guy who always sat in the back of the library, oversized hoodie pulled up and earbuds blasting lo-fi playlists. not because he was trying to look cool and aloof—he just didn’t know how to talk to people. heeseung’s whole vibe screamed ‘leave me alone’, and yet, you were drawn to him. maybe it was the way his big glasses always slid down his nose or how he’d stammer when the librarian asked if he needed help. there was a sweetness to his awkwardness, a genuine quality that made him stand out(not to mention how devastatingly handsome he was).

you started leaving him little sticky notes on the library desk when he wasn’t looking, simple messages like “nice doodles!” or “your handwriting is cute<3” the day he caught you in the act, his face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

“you think my handwriting’s c-cute?” he stuttered, practically vibrating with nervous energy.

a bit nervous, you laughed and nodded. “yeah, i do. and i think you’re cute too.”

heeseung froze, his pen dropping to the table. “wait, you… you think i’m cute?” he sounded so disbelieving it was almost funny.

when you confessed that you liked him, he spent two weeks in disbelief, constantly asking if you were joking. but after you assured him that no, you weren’t pulling some cruel prank, he became utterly devoted. he’d text you good morning every day, walk you to your classes while carrying your books (even when you insisted you could manage), and write you poetry—the kind of cringe, over-the-top poetry that made your heart melt anyway.

heeseung was the kind of boyfriend who’d get embarrassingly jealous but try to hide it. if someone so much as glanced at you for too long, he’d fidget nervously and mumble something about how they were probably just admiring how amazing you were. and if you hugged him in public? forget it. he’d be grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

when he wasn’t nervously doting on you, he was daydreaming about your future together. he’d scribble little sketches of the two of you in his notebook, complete with hearts and statements like “me + you = forever.” if you teased him about it, he’d turn beet red and try to deny it, but you could see the tiny smile playing on his lips.

rest is under the cut!

JAY

jay was the guy in your science class who thought he could blend in by keeping his head down. what he didn’t realize was that his nervous habits were endearing: the way he’d mumble answers to himself during group work or adjust his glasses every 30 seconds. he was always sketching random diagrams in his notebook—half for class, half because he was too awkward to make conversation.

you had a crush on him because, despite his shyness, there was something magnetic about the way he focused—his brows furrowing as he sketched diagrams in his notebook, the faintest pout forming on his lips when he was deep in concentration. one time, you caught him organizing the classroom supplies, his long fingers deftly sorting through tape dispensers and markers while muttering something about order.

when you mentioned you liked him, jay blinked at you like he couldn’t comprehend the words. “me? like me, me?” he asked, pointing to himself.

you nodded, trying not to giggle at how wide his eyes had gotten. “yes, you. i think you’re really sweet.”

jay’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he immediately started rambling. “i mean, i… uh, wow, okay, i didn’t expect this. are you sure? like, really sure? because i’m kind of a mess, and—”

once it clicked, though, he was all in. he’d send you paragraphs of text apologizing if he thought he said something wrong, shower you with small, thoughtful gifts (like your favorite snacks or a plant he’d researched how to care for), and eventually worked up the courage to hold your hand—though he’d sweat buckets the entire time.

jay would also start making lists—actual, physical lists—of things he could do to make you happy. “compliment her at least once a day,” “remember her favorite coffee order!,” and “learn how to not be a complete dork >:(” were scrawled on a sticky note tucked into his notebook. and when he wasn’t nervously doting on you, he was daydreaming about you, doodling your initials in the margins of his notes.

very soon, he was down-bad for you, which was evident through his real life and his social media activities. he’d post the cheesiest captions about you, like “can’t believe i’m dating the most amazing person in the world” with a blurry photo of the two of you. his friends teased him mercilessly, but he didn’t care. to him, you were worth every bit of embarrassment. late at night, he’d re-read your old texts and smile like an idiot, convinced he was the luckiest person alive.

JAKE

jake was a lovable mess. he wore mismatched socks, always seemed to forget his pencil, and somehow managed to trip over air at least once a day. his “plan” to talk to you involved him awkwardly hovering near your desk and pretending to need help with math problems he already knew how to solve. you knew from the start he was a bit of a loser—but that’s exactly why you liked him along with you finding everything he did adorable.

“wait, wait,” he said when you told him you were into him. “you like me? like, romantically? or is this a ‘pity me’ situation?”

after realizing you genuinely liked him, jake became a golden retriever in human form. he’d facetime you at random hours just to say hi, take you on chaotic “dates” that involved him occasionally tripping over things in public, nervously ordering food for you both and all silly fun activities like arcade games and amusement parks. it was never a dull day with him! after your first kiss, he couldn’t stop grinning for hours, texting his friends in all caps: “GUYS I JUST KISSED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AAHJKHSSSK”

jake’s down-bad behavior reached new levels when he started making playlists for every possible mood you might have: “songs to cheer you up,” “songs that remind me of you<3,” and even “songs to study to (but only if you want to study with me):3” he’d even text you mid-class to tell you he missed you, even if you’d just seen each other that morning.

jake was also the kind of boyfriend who’d insist on carrying your bag even when it was clear it was too heavy for him. “i’ve got this!” he’d say, wincing slightly but refusing to let you take it back. and if you ever mentioned feeling sad or stressed, he’d immediately panic, asking, “what can i do? tell me, and i’ll do it!” he’d even write you little notes with nerdy jokes or doodles to make you smile, slipping them into your locker or bag for you to find later.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon thought he was slick, but his ‘cool guy’ act was so transparent it was almost cute. he’d lean against the lockers during breaks, pretending not to notice you, but the way his ears turned red every time you walked by gave him away. despite his awkward attempts at being aloof, you found his loser tendencies adorable: like how he’d secretly google pickup lines but chicken out before using them.

when you confessed your feelings, he genuinely choked. “wait, you like me? oh wow… you have bad- I MEAN great taste ahem.” he spent a solid week trying to act nonchalant, but once you started dating, his loser side came out full force. he’d ask you to “rate his outfits” before dates, send you selfies captioned “just thinking about you bbg,” and blush furiously every time you complimented him. sunghoon may have tried to act smooth, but deep down, he was utterly whipped.

sunghoon would also start practicing ways to compliment you in the mirror—only to mess it up completely when the time came. “y-you look… uh, very… beautiful? no, wait, gorgeous! that’s the word i meant!” and everytime you smiled at him, he’d be texting his friends, “she smiled at me again!!!!! i’m gonna pass out.”

his devotion extended to doing the smallest things for you, like bringing you your favorite drink or snacks without you asking. he’d even memorise your schedule so he could “accidentally” bump into you between classes, claiming it was coincidence even though the timing was suspiciously perfect. at night, he’d lay awake replaying your conversations, smiling at the ceiling like the lovesick fool he was.

SUNOO

you had noticed sunoo always sitting at the edge of friend groups, laughing along but never quite joining in. he was bubbly and fun but had an air of self-doubt that made him endearing. you started noticing how he’d always bring extra snacks to share with classmates or go out of his way to compliment people—little acts of kindness that made your heart flutter. not to mention his angelic beauty, that had you look twice the first time you had seen him standing near the water cooler awkwardly.

it was hard not to develop a crush and when you told sunoo you liked him, he’d blink in disbelief. “no way. you’re joking, right?” but after realising you were serious, he’d giggle nervously and hide his face in his hands. once you started dating, he became the most attentive boyfriend ever, remembering every small detail about you and hyping you up like you were the main character. he’d also send you cheesy tiktoks at 2 a.m. with captions like, “this is so us babe ><”

sunoo was head over heels for you, the literal epitome of “she fell first but he fell harder”. he did adorable things like creating a secret pinterest board filled with date ideas and texting you pictures of cute animals with captions like, “look, it’s us in 50 years!” he also started learning how to bake just so he could surprise you with your favorite treats—though most of his attempts ended in chaotic, flour-covered disasters.

if you ever seemed upset, sunoo would go into full panic mode, showering you with compliments and doing everything in his power to cheer you up. “you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met,” he’d say earnestly, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. he even kept a list on his phone of all the things you’d mentioned liking, just so he could surprise you when you least expected it.

JUNGWON

jungwon was the class president who seemed to have it all together—but his close friends knew better. he was the guy who’d trip over his words during speeches, carry five planners because he kept losing them, and stress over things like forgetting to bring tape for a poster project. you liked him because, despite his loser-ish tendencies, he had a heart of gold and worked hard to make everyone feel included.

when you told him you had a crush on him, jungwon’s first reaction was to nervously laugh. “wait, me? are you sure? why would you do that to yourself!?” once he accepted that you really liked him, he became the sweetest boyfriend imaginable. he’d plan thoughtful dates (that inevitably went slightly wrong but ended up being more fun because of it), leave you encouraging notes in your locker, and get adorably flustered every time you kissed him.

jungwon also started creating “motivational speeches” for you, writing them out on notecards and practicing in the mirror before giving them. “i believe in you,” he’d say earnestly, fumbling to hand you a little note that said, “you’re amazing, and don’t you forget it.” if you teased him about it, he’d bury his face in his hands and mumble, “stop, you’re embarrassing me…”

his love didn’t stop there. he’d stay up late researching ways to make your life easier, like creating color-coded study guides or finding fun new spots to take you on dates. and if anyone dared to speak poorly of you, jungwon would step up, surprising everyone with his sudden fierceness. “they don’t know what they’re talking about,” he’d say, his tone protective and unwavering.

NI-KI

ni-ki was the quiet gamer boy who’d rather blend into the background than be noticed. he wore the same hoodie every other day and constantly had earbuds in, even when they weren’t playing anything. you liked him because of how unpretentious he was—and how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved, like a new game or a random meme he found hilarious.

when you told him you were into him, ni-ki almost dropped his controller. his eyes narrowed into a glare, “are you sure you’re not messing with me? did jake tell you about my crush?” after he realised what he had said, he immediately scampered away leaving you standing there confused. once he got over his initial shock, he became your biggest simp. he’d send you memes that reminded him of you, let you beat him at games (even though he’d deny it), and randomly text you “you’re so pretty” at the most unexpected times. around his friends, he’d brag about you non-stop, showing off pictures of you with a proud grin.

once he was down bad for you, he became hell bent on learning how to cook your favorite meals—even though he’d never cooked before in his life. “how hard can it be?” he’d say, only to panic five minutes in and call you for help. he also started staying up late to design matching gamer tags for the two of you, insisting that everyone online needed to know you were his.

in quiet moments, ni-ki would open up about how much you meant to him, his voice soft and a little shaky. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but i’m not letting go.” and if you ever showed up to surprise him during his gaming sessions, he’d immediately log off, saying, “sorry, guys, my priority is here,” as he turned his full attention to you.

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[angelsforthenight]

screen babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt. 3)

camgirl!vi x reader (pt 1 , pt 2)

summary: things between you and vi warp into some sort of competitive game. who can tease each other the most? who can debase who? a barbecue party is where true feelings are revealed: some trivial, some unfeigned.

content (18+): more angst ofc, cursing, dbf!sevika feature!!!!, drinking, lightweight!reader, jealousy, sub!vi, pathetic!vi, nipple play, use of y/n

it doesn’t take long at all for you to join vi’s trifling little game. if she expected you to lap up her teases like a desperate hound-dog then she’s got another thing coming. she seems to think that you’re just so foolish and easy to manipulate — which is why she stepped on your foot under the table that horrid morning, held your hand through the sea of people and even bought that cd for you. showering you with attention the entire day, just so she could see your reaction. she was messing with you the entire time, waiting for you to keel over at her feet. but hell no. vi wants to play? oh, you’re more than welcome to join her.

day by day, your rivalry with vi nurtures into a big, fat glob of hatred. it sucks, because whilst vi is clearly obtaining fun from a) leaving your bathroom a mess on purpose, b) coming into your room, flexing in front of your mirror and leaving without closing the door, and c) having the nerve! the absolute nerve to fling her dirty top covered in dirt and stinking of sweat on your face. can you believe that shit? she may as well be an annoying little brother.

what’s funny is that whilst she ran away giggling, she forgot about coming back to retrieve said shirt. since you’re not interested in ambling to her room and handing it to her so easily, it’s untouched; lying underneath your bed instead.

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at one point in the night, you’re laying in bed wide awake, watching the streaks of moonlight dappling your ceiling in creases of blue. the clock renders eleven. that damned eleven o’clock, still engraved in your brain even now. you want her back. not vi, but PinkSage. you thought your interest had distinguished like a flame after learning who she really is, but your current increasing arousal clearly seems to defy that. the two are different sides of the same coin anyway, like a crude mockery of dr jekyll and mr hyde.

you find yourself aching to see PinkSage sprawled on her desk chair and fucking herself stupid. with the notable mask covering half of her face, being a constant goad for the viewers. “face reveal is out of the question, at least for now.” hearing that on stream feels like forever ago.

the memory of her orgasming to your username vertebrates through not just your brain but your entire body. that crack in her voice, the way she was convulsing, her desperate keens…

without any delay, your fingers already making its descent down your underwear. just quickly. it’ll hardly be about her anyway…

yet the door conveniently swings open, making you practically jump out of your skin.

“hey.” what a sweet little coincidence. “thank god, you’re not asleep. you’ve got my shirt, right?”

you gawk at vi rigidly, unable to control how fast and hard you seem to be breathing. of course she notices, and her lips quirk up: ready to say something as always.

“oh, i’m sorry, was i supposed to knock?”

your nervousness is quick to simmer into irritation. must this bitch always interrupt you? even when you’re literally about to jerk off in the sanctity of your own bedroom?

an exasperated sigh leaves your lips. “you talking about this old thing?” you reach under your bed, pulling out her tank top and waving it around. just like how PinkSage liked to do with her toys.

vi’s eyebrows knit together. “you had that shit under your bed? now i’m really glad i’m gonna wash it…”

you hold the shirt out to give it to her, but just as she’s about to grab it you quickly yank your hand back. vi frowns.

“my bad.” you try and hide your grin as best as you can, especially when you pull the same move again, and again.

“yeah, real fuckin’ funny.” vi attempts to quicken her speed, proven futile as you still manage to be faster.

“take it! i’m literally giving it to you.” you snicker, pretending to play coy. vi pounces on the bed, trying extra hard to grab it. it’s really funny seeing her try so hard, and almost cute hearing her huff and groan. almost.

“you’re nearly there, it’s okay!” you chirp, even as you extend your arm even farther away. what you hadn’t thought about was the fact that vi could plainly latch her arms around your body and pull herself up to grab it. when she does exactly that, your breath is taken away; chiefly because her chest is in direct contact to yours, so much so you can feel how hard her heart is beating, notorious pierced nipples crammed against yours. you have no idea if you should call yourself lucky or unlucky.

okay, see, in your defence, you’re acting blindly: internally freaking out by how close you two are. so you do what anyone else would do! frantically push her away… only to nudge your fingers against vi’s boob. you swear it’s nothing but a simple accident, until you hear vi suck in a sharp breath and withdraw like she’d been zapped; eyes widened like two saucers. in the sour of the moment you had forgotten that PinkSage is been famed upon for having a sensitive chest.

you both freeze. guess playtime’s over now.

“um, here.” you tentatively fling the shirt to her. vi almost doesn’t catch it, not with the way her eyes are set on you as if you’ve grown another head.

“you can take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you try to sound funny, pulling a little joke in attempt of relieving you two of this dire situation, but it just surfaces as awkward and stupid instead. besides, vi doesn’t laugh.

“right. have a good rest of your night.” vi’s voice is palpably strained and her words are rushed . so is the way she she leaps off the bed: leaving the room as quick as light. you don’t even know how you should feel right now.

a perverse part of you is glad that you caught her so off guard that she’s as red as a tomato, back to being humbled again. essentially, you’re now one point up in this foolish game so you should be happy, right?

yet another part, a bigger part actually, feels embarrassed and irrevocably guilty. vi probably thinks you’re a disgusting pervert that did that shit on purpose. with the way she left, in so much desperation and haste, who knows if she’s even going to look at you again?

you groan and throw yourself on the bed, palms on your eyes as you madly wriggle and toss around from side to side; trying to shake the utter embarrassment off of you.

this is going to be a long, tedious summer.

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over the next couple of days, not so much as an awkward ‘morning’ is shared between the two of you. the slight closeness that had sprouted has now distinguished like a dying flame, and as much as you’d hate to admit, you feel glum, not to mention bored.

it was an accident, but now vi doesn’t want to so much as be near you, as if you’re some infectious creature. it’s agitating, because it’s making you think a lot. too much. maybe you should just apologise? although resurfacing the shameful memory would be humiliating for the both of you. it feels like it’s too late to apologise anyway, considering the days of silent treatment that has stretched out between you two.

in a way, it feels immature. this has all felt immature.

on a particular balmy afternoon, your dad has the notorious idea of throwing a barbecue party. family friends and even neighbours are invited. in all candidness, you’re pretty excited. your dad is a beast at making good food, especially when you’re there to help him. yeah! that’s exactly what you’ll do: focus on grilling chicken and generally helping out instead of brooding over how weird things got with vi.

but things proves to be very difficult when she always seems to be within sight or hearing reach. the sun has mellowed; granting the sky into hues of twilight. you keep your eyes pointed at the chicken, sausages and corn whilst vi soaks up all of the attention from practically everyone in your garden. even the kids love her: running around and tugging at her for attention.

“here.” vi quickly devises a daisy-chain headband that she gives one of the little girls. the girl timidly takes it before running away to press her face against her father’s back out of thorough shyness. you roll your eyes shut as a string of ‘awwws’ follow after vi for that action. she’s loved everywhere! as if wherever she goes, a trail of flowers bloom behind. it’s sickening.

you let yourself get a good look at her. vi’s wearing a pink polo and washed out-jeans. she looks like any other dad out here, yet somehow managing to make it look better. you prolong your gaze, like penetrating daggers. look at me. look at me like you have before.

“jeez, what, someone’s so hungry she’s considering cannibalism now?” an ardent voice whisks you off your yearning stupor. you recognise it immediately, an excited inhale surging up your throat.

“sevika!” you squeal, practically jumping on her. sevika has been a family friend for longer than anyone else here has. she was your dad’s colleague before moving to the other side of the sea. you two were pretty close. she was unbelievably raw, which led you to receiving the best advice you know you wouldn’t get anywhere else. not to mention, she was also one of the key reasons on how you figured out you were a lesbian.

before you found out the wonders of butch cam-girls, sevika had been the root of all your desires and fantasies. it’s slightly taboo and you know it — considering she’s in the same damn age range as your father, but you couldn’t and still can’t help it. not since your blossoming hormones urged you to see to her in a different way. you still remember being too afraid to tell your friends that the reason why you weren’t crushing on any boys in school was because you were fawning over a brawny woman twice your age instead.

you weren’t expecting to see her here at all. you didn’t even know she was back in town! she’s still as hot as ever, if not hotter, as if growing older doesn’t even phase her. you almost forget all about vi.

“hey, sugar, what’s cracking?” sevika kisses the top of your head and you light up like a damn bulb. her manner of speaking has changed since you last saw her. probably because she moved to the south.

“i’m good. better, actually. since when were you back in town?”

“shhh. surprise.” she winks. oh, and could you blame crushing on sevika when she’s so damn flirty? it’s apart of her nature, delivering flirty remarks so casually. you never look too much into it since you’re sure she’s like that with everyone, yet each time it’s directed to you, you have a guilty pleasure of feeling special.

“who’s the pink haired woman? someone you know?” sevika points her chin towards vi, who’s drinking a beer and making some woman giggle a lot. must they flirt so shamelessly in a family barbecue party? it’s inappropriate, and you don’t even realise how much you’re making a face until sevika points it out.

“she-she’s our guest. staying over for the summer. she does volunteering.” you sounded a little too bitter in your last words there, and that makes sevika laugh.

“you don’t like her?” she takes a swig of her beer, eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. you have to look away.

“she’s… she’s alright. fine.” you feel your skin prickle, probably from all the lies scuttling up your back. no, i don’t think of her as just ‘alright”, because she’s actually my favourite camgirl pornstar who turns out to be really mean yet i still like her and i accidentally touched her boob and now we aren’t talking and it fucking sucks and—

“here. old enough now, ain’t we?” sevika smirks, offering her bottle to you. you hesitantly take it.

“thank you.” you take a large swig, basically gulping it down. you need it. two of your past and present crushes are in the same damn place, it’s overwhelming!

“woah! slow down, baby…” sevika chuckles, drawing the bottle away from you. a bit of liquor oozes from the corner of your lips and you wipe it, gazing at her like you don’t know any better. like a fool who was just born yesterday.

the alcohol warms you up better than the now-dying sun could, and you feel slow. sevika’s gaze seizes you up and down and you gush in more ways than one.

“you wanna dance? the music is good. ‘s my playlist actually.” you find yourself mumbling. alas, here’s the confidence you haven’t felt in a while now. funny how you’re offering to dance when you feel so floaty that you’re losing your balance whilst literally standing.

“you sure? you don’t wanna drink some water instead?” sevika gently guides your chin up, assessing how drunk you are. dedicated lightweight, always have been. you’re lagging on registering her words, but what you’re quick to feel instead is a pair of eyes studying you immediately. you sneak a glance and you’re right to find vi watching the two of you with a slight curious expression on her face. a surge of excitement pulsates through you. here’s the fun. you roll your attention back to sevika and smile, making a show of slinking your arms around her neck.

“i’m all good. aaaaall good.” you giggle. sevika finds all of this entertaining, though oblivious to the way you’ve caught vi’s attention. she gives in, and you guys start to sway along to the music. whilst sevika murmurs in your ear about all the places in the south that she thinks you’d like, your eyes are set on vi’s. it’s intense the way your eyes are locked together, and you relish in the way her jaw clenches when she realises what you’re doing. your fingers faintly grip sevika’s back a little tighter, in a way only vi would notice. for her eyes only.

honestly, vi looks laughable standing there; gawking at you as she is. it propels you to laugh in sevika’s shoulder — a move that seems to be the last straw for vi, because she turns around and storms away. you glance back up and she’s gone.

“everything okay? you hungry or somethin’?” sevika asks. your gaze flicks to sevika, before drifting back to the area where vi was standing, now just a patch of grass.

“sorry, i need the bathroom.” you mutter, hardly coherent as you pull away from sevika and start to slowly stumble your way inside.

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you ignore the way your mother calls for you, or the random people trying to start a conversation. once in the kitchen, you survey the area. there’s some people chatting away but no sight of vi. lumbering your way upstairs, you check the closest room which is your own, only to find some random baby asleep in your bed. definitely not vi.

you peek inside vi’s room, but it’s empty. in your drunken muddle, the possibility of vi being in the bathroom doesn’t even occur to you, and you feel so dizzy that you want to rest in the bathroom for a bit, maybe stare at yourself in the mirror for too long and dreadfully think about your life choices.

swinging open the door carelessly, vi almost yells — until actually noticing it’s you.

“vi?” you blink owlishly.

vi breathes in soft disbelief, shaking her head. “should’ve known you would’ve creeped on me in the bathroom.”

“wha— i didn’t even know you were here! this is my bathroom, you know.” you retort, not even choosing to dwell on the fact that you’d been looking for her.

“i don’t remember asking. get out.” vi grumbles lamely. you glare at her incredulously.

“not when you’re talking to me like that. why are you so mean? you’re always so mean to me.”

it could be the alcohol talking, sure, but it’s real thoughts being spoken aloud. you close the door, locking the two of you in there.

“but then you go ahead and buy a cd for me, and you hold my hand. i don’t like it, but it’s also all i’ve wanted.” you step in front of her, pinning your hands down on either side of the sink so she’s confined.

vi gawks at you, clearly surprised by the boldness, however she quickly composes herself.

“what are you even saying? spittin’ slam poetry at me or some shit?” she scoffs, trying to push past you. you stand your ground, gripping the sink tighter so she has no choice but to stay put and listen.

“i’m not going until you tell me what your damn problem is.”

“i don’t have one.” vi snaps, veering her face closer to yours as a result.

“you’re acting like i planned this! like i plotted for you to come and live in my house. i didn’t ask for this!” you raise your voice.

“i didn’t ask for this either!” vi roars. impenetrable silence infuses the room like a merciless wave. nothing can be heard but the frantic breathing expelling from the both of you. synchronised. your heart pounds against your ribs and hers pounds harder in tandem. hate is a word that has been muddled and twisted into something else. something more, but something less all the same.

“say something or leave—“

you don’t know what exactly propels you to do it, but you choose to shut her up by leaning in and crashing your lips against hers like a meteorite. as if the biggest ‘fuck you’ you could give is through a kiss.

and hell, it may as well be, in the light of the way you’re projecting all your anger and frustration into this, lips roughly moving against hers. vi stands still for a moment, before responding to the kiss in her own manner — relenting and matching your intensity.

you two get yourselves in a frenzy of wildness: teeth clinking together, tongues smothered against each other like theres no damn tomorrow. you grip vi’s hips, pushing her into sitting down on the sink. vi moans in your mouth, and you press yourself against her so closely that her head hits the mirror.

“you fucking bitch…” you whisper exasperatedly, before sinking your teeth in her bottom lip and slightly dragging it, almost drawing blood. vi whimpers, her fingers flying to your hair and tugging it tightly. your noises mate with hers at the tempting sensation of vi’s fingers on your hair. everything about this moment between you two is unbelievably passionate and fervid.

your hands grip vi’s wrists, slamming them against the mirror like a bird with clipped wings. vi gazes at you with meek eyes, making you certain that she’d bend over backwards at your beck and call. her brain is muddled and blank, all because of you. all because of you.

“is this what you wanted?” you whisper into her neck, pressing chaste kisses to the sensitive flesh. vi sucks in a breath.

“w-what?” she sputters out.

“you heard me.” you drag a stripe across her neck, compelling vi to whimper: especially when you nip at her skin.

“answer, pretty girl…” you whisper this like it’s a prayer, serving vi at the altar. vi melts, words slipping from her lips before her brain is able to stop her.

“so fucking bad… you don’t even know…” she whines breathily. you smile at her, loosening your grasp from her wrists so you can slip her shirt off. vi welcomes it, willingly raising her arms so it can come off with more ease. once she’s in she’s sports bra, you let your hand trail down her stomach, the pad of your fingers playing with the cluster of hair on her lower stomach, teasing her waistband with your pinky before purposely disengaging. vi watches all of this through hooded eyes, trying to stifle her pathetic noises by biting her lip.

your gaze flicks to vi’s clothed breasts, metal bars prominently standing out. you unconsciously lick your lips.

“they’re so sensitive, huh?” you put your question to the test by grazing a hand over her chest, in which vi faintly jolts. so cute.

“you should be glad i know everything you like.” your hands slip underneath vi’s sports bra, raising it up and shamelessly playing with vi’s nipples. poor thing cannot compose herself for the life of her, a series of quiet moans and whimpers spilling out of her lips whether she can help them or not.

your fingers roll the buds, eyes trained on vi the entire time — gauging all her reactions. vi’s little whimpers grow into full-blown moans, especially when you latch your lips around her right nipple; sucking and flicking your tongue, feeling the tinge of the metal bar. she’s twitching and squirming, unable to sit still and having no idea where to put her hands. she resolves in gripping the sink tightly, sinking her head back and taking what you’re giving her like a good girl.

“y/n…” vi whimpers pathetically, and you feel your cunt flex in return. you nip at her bud, simultaneously flicking the other one. vi cries aloud and you glance up at her.

“you want the whole damn party to hear?”

vi had clearly forgotten about that. she quietly shakes her head. you’ve managed to get her so compliant that you want to proudly pat yourself on the back.

you resume, your gaze fixed on her as your mouth lavishes attention on the left nipple now. vi isn’t able to hold eye contact with you for long, especially with the overbearing stimulation. her back is bowing frontwards, a silent plea for more. who said you wanted to stop anyways?

it’s your teeth pulling at her nipple that drives vi absolutely batshit, possessing her into jerking so strongly that her hips buckle into yours. you grind against her hips, feeling your own sparks of pleasure. vi’s hand flies to her mouth, trying to keep herself quiet as per your request. you smirk, liking the feeling how you could crush the usual mean, stony vi under your thumb with the pliant woman you’ve got in front of you right now.

“i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum, y/n… hah, please…” vi muddles through her words, twitching repeatedly. you grin as you flatten your tongue, feeling the coldness of the metal as you slowly drag your tongue upwards, massaging the nipple with the wetness of your muscle. you kill vi.

vi grunts, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she undergoes a remarkably intense climax. you pull away and watch her in awe, as stars explode behind her eyelids and she spasms a little.

she slumps forward onto your shoulder, panting hard down your neck. your skin prickles with heat as a result, fingers hesitantly reaching up to gently stroke the back of her hair. vi likes it, like a puppy being cared for.

“haah, thank you… thank you.” vi blabbers on your shoulder, her words slurring into a heap of incoherent words. you cup vi’s face with two hands, raising it up so you can gauge how fucked up she looks right now.

“all from a little nipple play, huh?” your thumb traces vi’s bottom lip before faintly dragging it downwards.

“you— know they’re um… sensitive. plus i’ve been pent up. ” vi’s train of thought is slowly starting to come to, but not fully. not with the way she’s struggling to speak. you want to ask more and more questions, just so you can enjoy her sputtering and stammering. but you go for an even better ruse instead.

you begin to lean in again as if you’re going in for a kiss. vi’s eyes repeatedly flick to your lips, her breathing fluttering and quickening its pace. yet just as you’re a stone’s throw away…

“have a good rest of your night.” you purr, before casually walking straight out of the door, leaving vi to gather her tangled thoughts. vi blinks repeatedly, running a hand across her face.

“touché.” she murmurs, pulling her sports bra down and picking up her shirt to put it on again.

meanwhile, you’re trying not to fall down the stairs over how giddy you are. vi got her tit for tat: teasing you before acting as if nothing happened surely came back to nip her in the bud. the score is even and you’re satisfied, hoping that you left vi thirsting for more.

and you would give her more and beyond, if only that meant you would lead through irrefutable punishment first.

chapter 4

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[miraclewoozi]

ODE TO A CONVERSATION (STUCK IN YOUR THROAT) - c.sc

Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else, anyway.  (and it hits me — i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do, like i do, like me. is it okay? that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do.)

pairing; choi seungcheol x fem!reader.  genre; smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) with a little bit of plot. friends-ish to lovers to (healthy) exes to fwb to -- warnings; writing early parts of this felt low-key pretentious but it was kinda on purpose because i was trying something stylistic and outside my normal?? so??? but on a real: swearing. alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk at the time of having sex). reader is written to be wearing makeup. it's kinda just filth. proof read but all the words just melted together eventually (if i missed a typo, no i didn't <3) smut warnings under the cut! w/c; 6k. a/n; del water gap’s ode to a conversation stuck in your throat was my most listened to song last year. i now can’t listen to it without thinking about s.coups (i also just point blank can't stop thinking about s.coups) -- enjoy x

smut warnings: big! dick! seungcheol!, making out, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected p-in-v sex (make good choices), lil bit of edging if u squint, overstimulation if u tilt ur head like 82º to the left, manhandling, soft-ish dom!cheol, lotta praise, use of pet names (babe, baby good girl, my girl, sweetheart), kinda possessive!cheol, jealous!cheol, biting and marking (hickeys, digging nails in), light light light light light crying/dacryphilia (not really, like there are Some tears in eyes but just to be safe ig)

Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. 

Easier than with anyone else, anyway. 

You’d known him in passing for a long time before anything happened. A friend of a friend — someone you always smiled at and chatted with at social events, because he was easy to smile at, and so very easy to chat to. You can’t even remember which birthday or New Year’s party or Halloween bash or Saturday night jamboree was the first: they’ve since all just dissolved into one pleasantly foggy memory, and every time you saw him thereafter he made you feel so comfortable, so at home that it felt like the hundredth.

And it continued that way for a few years. Pleasantries exchanged in friends' kitchens, conversations across beer-garden tables. Catching up on each other's lives in a hallway outside the bathroom for handfuls of minutes at a time before one of you inevitably got tugged away by the friend you were waiting for. You were comfortable with him, around him: he just had that kind of energy. So on a big group night out one evening, when you found yourself feeling a little uncomfortable being flirted with by someone you had never met, you instinctively flashed Seungcheol a look from across the bar. He came straight over and immediately to your rescue; with him slipping all too naturally into the fake role of your unimpressed significant other, you realised that it was easy to be whisked away under his arm, easy to let him buy you your next drink, easy to let him kiss you breathless just to really drive the pretend point home. 

Staring up at him after, feeling his drink-chilled hands cupping your cheeks, watching his gaze flicker between your lips and your eyes, you realised that igniting a spark had never felt so…

And it was easy to kiss him again later that night under the influence of a little too much wine and blanketed by a couple of lowered inhibitions. It was easy to giggle into the crook of his neck as he leaned against a stone wall, trailing his fingers up and down your arms, rambling about how he wanted to kiss you again and again and again and forever, maybe, because he thought your smile was beautiful and your lips were so soft and you tasted like cherries, and he liked cherries, and if you could kiss him every day he’d never have a reason to be unhappy ever again. It was so fucking easy to fumble in your purse for your phone, to let him put in his number, and when he asked you if he could take you out for dinner, when he messily typed a text message out begging the same question and sent it to you (‘so we both remember, tomorrow’), it was so, so easy to say yes. 

Then, the first date? It was beyond easy. You talked and talked and laughed and laughed, each of you having a few cocktails with your food, never running short of conversation, never not finding little ways to touch each other both under and over the table. Arranging the second, and then the third, and inviting him up for a coffee after date number five was easy, and falling into bed with him was easy. Holding him close, your sweat-slicked bodies moving as one entity in the dark: it was easy, and the pillow-talk after about what this growing thing between you was, came so damn…

So you introduced him to your parents, and your other friends, and in turn he did the same with you. Two and a half years breezed by, then, and even the hard parts… Even the arguing and time spent away from one-another, whether he was sleeping out on your couch following an emotionally charged spat or trips taken as part of his job demanded he spend weeks at a time without you. The hard parts? By comparison to everyone before him, they were easy. Anniversaries and birthdays and Valentine’s days: he spoiled you, and you doted on him, and being together was just so–…

Even the day you decided to end your romantic pursuit, while impassioned, wasn’t hard. In part, maybe it was because it was a long time coming: you still loved each other deeply but your lives were so chaotic and different, and it wasn’t fair to keep waiting around for each other when it just clearly wasn’t your time. And in part, because he was so calm in how he held your hand tightly in his (even when he dried your tears), how he kissed your forehead, in how he told you that you deserved more than the life he could give you. And at the end of it all, when he promised to always be there for you, naturally you promised the same back. 

Keeping that promise? Well. It was easy. 

So what if it took a few weeks for things to feel sort of normal? If you had to remember how to greet him without offering your lips for a kiss or your arms for a hug? If you had to get used to sleeping alone, and waking up alone, all over again? The thing that mattered was that he was still in your life, and you were still in his: your relationship wasn’t broken, it was just different, and once the little transition period was over, once you were both used to your new normal… Being ‘just friends’ was kind of easy. 

(Kind of, being the operative phrase.)

Six months post split, you mentioned to him in passing that you were going on a date the following day. As soon as you realised what you’d said, you regretted bringing it up, but without missing a beat Seungcheol lowered his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, excitedly asking you to tell him everything. The person’s name, what they were like, how you met them, where you were going. He didn’t feel like your ex-boyfriend, then and there: he felt like a best friend. So you told him every detail, and he listened intently, following up by requesting you text him when you got to the date and again when you got home so he knew you were safe. Of course, you said that you would. First, because it was sensible. Second, his requests were easy enough.  

And the date went okay, all things considered: the guy was nice, if a little bit awkward, and you had a good time bowling with him and playing some games in the old arcade, but there just wasn’t a spark. Everything felt difficult. Forced. So when he was the one to say to you after that he’d had a nice evening but felt that maybe you should just be friends, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Letting out a breath and giving a genuine smile, you agreed, thanking him for his refreshing candour, before bidding him good night and making your way back to your car. 

You held your phone between your fingertips for a while as the engine ran and the heating started to kick in, slowly warming you from the outside, in. As you thawed, you bit the inside of your cheek absentmindedly, a potentially questionable decision planting itself in your mind. Your body didn’t mind how good of an idea your brain thought it was, though. Your fingers moved entirely of their own accord; finding and pressing Seungcheol’s contact name was so starkly different to everything else had been, all damn night. It was easy. His sleep-roughened voice drifting down the phone sounded so easy. Asking if he minded you swinging by his place for a coffee and a debrief felt easy.

Two hours later, writhing on his mattress, two orgasms deep with his head still buried between your thighs and one of his hands groping at your tit as if his life depended on it?

Fucking. Easy.

So then, started the pattern. Waking up the next morning absolutely swimming in one of his oversized t-shirts should’ve felt like guilt and a betrayal of all your self-growth, of your moving on, of your friendship. It should’ve felt uncomfortable and gross and maybe a little panic-inducing, but it never did. It was warm and cosy, it was familiar and comforting, and when he greeted you ‘good morning’ with a pillow to the face, you knew that nothing was ruined; rather, this was just another new difference to your ever-changing relationship with him. Waking up this way… Well, it felt—

Look, you’re only human. You both have needs. After spending two and a half years learning each other's bodies, being together in that way again came so, so… 

After every date gone wrong, after every stressful week at work, in the midst of every family drama and friendship breakdown, you found yourself seeking respite in his apartment, between his bedsheets. In his tongue lapping at your pussy; in the head of his cock bruising the back of your throat until he spilled his release into your mouth; in the slow, deep, precise thrusts of his hips as he buried himself inside you over and over and over and over, taking your mind off the stress and concentrating only on making you feel good, on helping you forget everyone and everything else–… 

And now?

Well, now, you’re on your way back from yet another miserable date.

About three months ago, you stopped even considering giving the taxi drivers directions to your own place. Now, when you slide into the backseat, you automatically reel off the address you always end up at after a night like this. When your dates only talk about themselves, or say something so wildly out of pocket that it makes your toes curl (and not in a good way), or exclusively go on and on and on about their ‘crazy’ ex partner, you’ve grown all too used to showing up pouting at your friend’s front door. 

What? 

Being greeted by his knowing smirk and him inviting you inside is familiar; stepping across the threshold and kicking off your shoes in the hallway feels just so… easy.

Flopping down on the couch is easy, and waiting for Seungcheol to come back into the living room with two gleaming glasses and a bottle of wine is easy. Shuffling closer until you have your head resting against his shoulder is easy. Sipping at a chilled glass of rosé with his arm around you, the tip of his finger rubbing tiny circles against the point of your shoulder, eyes fluttering at this perfectly normal, totally platonic, absolutely-not-leading-anywhere-this-time contact is…

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks a few seconds after you set your now half-empty glass down. Your lips curl a little into a grimace on one side and a soft laugh rumbles deep in his chest.

You swear you can feel it vibrate all the way down to your bones.

“What is there to even talk about?” you sigh. “He wouldn’t stop comparing me to his mother, strike one. Spent twenty minutes explaining the plot of my favourite movie back to me, strike two. And then, after all that, threw a tantrum when I swerved his kiss goodbye after he’d eaten basically a whole loaf of garlic bread. Strike three. You’re out.”

He laughs again, and you adjust your head to peer up at him but he isn’t looking at you. He’s staring off at the opposite wall, not even glancing down when his arm tightens to pull you even closer. On cue, you nuzzle your head down into the muscle beneath his t-shirt, and you sigh. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask. 

“Nothing,” he says breezily. “Just… You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

“I don’t deliberately go out with people one screw short of a toolbox, Cheol,” you grumble, lightly slapping his chest. “They always seem fine when we start talking.”

“Mhm,” he hums. You feel him move slightly and then his lips are being pressed to the part of your hair. You’re sure it’s supposed to be a little condescending, but it kind of tingles instead. But that’s just because of the way his breaths play over your roots. Isn’t it? “I know.”

“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to find someone who—”

“Hey, I know, y/n,” he says again, still softly but just a little firmer this time. “It’s not your fault all these guys are dicks. But-…”

He trails off, tongue pressed lightly against his top teeth, and decides that maybe finishing this sentence isn’t the smart way to proceed. You wait a few seconds, just in case he changes his mind, and poke at his chest again when he doesn’t. 

“But what?” You ask. 

He shakes his head. “Nothing. It was a stupid joke. Don’t worry about it.”

“Tell me,” you whine. “You know I hate it when you do that.”

It’s his turn to sigh, now. “But…” he starts, pausing for a mixture of allowing his nerves to settle and for dramatic effect. “I’m not complaining: the worse your date goes, the better sex we have after.”

It momentarily stuns you into silence and you suck your teeth at the remark, shaking your head. But you don’t sit up, you don’t shove him away, you don’t argue the point he’s just made whether it was a joke or not. Because…

“I hate that you’re right.”

His hand slides down behind you until it’s wrapped around your waist, his bicep strong against your back and his fingers light as they fiddle with the fabric of your blouse. 

“No you don’t,” he tells you, lips tweaking up on one side. 

You sigh, burrowing closer into his chest. He’s wearing the cologne he knows you like most and it smells faint, worn, as if he’s had it on for hours, all despite being only dressed in basketball shorts and a white vest. His plans tonight started and ended with you, and showing up here wasn’t promised until you were on his doorstep. Something about knowing he wore it just in case triggers an all too familiar ache between your legs.

Giving in to it?

Ha. 

It’s too fucking easy.

“Shut up,” you grumble. Your hand uncurls and your fingers splay over his chest, confessing your agreement and laying the foundations for you even if you deny what you want out loud. “Yes, I do.”

“Oh?” He asks at the exact moment you can feel his nails graze at your skin beneath your shirt. “Do you really?”

“Yeah.” You shift slightly, searching for just a crumb of relief from the press of your thighs, but it never comes. 

“I see.” He flattens his palm against your side, the other hand tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes not quite meeting yours as they fixate on the strands already sliding back to their former place against your cheek. 

He gently clears his throat, tongue darting out over his lips for the most fleeting of moments, and when he speaks again, it’s lower, quieter, softer. “But if you hate it sooo much…” he ducks his head, close enough that his lips brush the corner of your mouth as he moves them. “Why are you here?”

He bumps the tip of his nose against your cheek, subtly turning your face so if you so much as shuffle, hiccup, breathe in too deeply, your smiles would meet. But they don’t. A hair’s breadth apart, you linger, eyes meeting his in a scorching challenge. One he doesn’t back down from. One he holds, and holds, and holds – waiting, for you, for his answer.

“Because,” you croak. Your throat feels dry, your eyelids suddenly heavy, lashes fluttering. 

“Because?” he taunts, his chuckled exhale tickling the tiny hairs all over your skin. 

You maintain his gaze still, and he chuckles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. when you don’t speak for a few seconds more, he takes it upon himself to finish the sentence for you.

“Because you know,” he drawls, gravelly but still somehow heaven-sent and honey-sweet. “That no-one else does it for you the same way I do. Do they?”

You shake your head, the muscles in your neck tight as you wrestle with them not to surge forward and topple against him in a kiss. Seungcheol is an easily pleased man, but you know he loves a bit of a chase and it would be a little rude not to reward his hospitality by giving him one. 

“Say it,” he urges. You’re acutely aware of how his breaths stop fanning against your face once the words are out of his mouth, but you don’t give him anything yet. “Come on. You could have any one of those idiots if you wanted them, but you don’t.” A pause. “Do you?”

You swallow hard, cheeks growing hot. You shake your head again, “No.”

“Because…”

And after one, two, three, four, five thundering beats of your heart—

“Because I want you.”

Seungcheol smirks as he pulls your chin up, finally bringing his plush lips down against your own. It’s soft. almost tender. Barely moving — just a press, but it sends waves of energy through you anyway. 

“You’ve got me,” he says, pulling back an inch, studying your desperate eyes with his own. “Always gonna have me.”

And suddenly, it’s like his entire world might stop if he lets you go.

Both of his hands cup your cheeks as you shift up onto your knees, your own fingers grasping for dear life at his vest. He kisses you as if he could swallow you whole: hard and deep, breathing hot through his nose as his tongue works its way into your mouth and finds your own. You groan, and hearing the sound draws one out of him, too. There’s just something about kissing Seungcheol, and being kissed by him: you don’t even have to think. He just does. You just do. It’s easy.

His hands find the bottom of your shirt and he pulls upwards, separating from your lips to pull it over your head and toss it haphazardly towards the floor. He reconnects with you almost immediately, hands sliding down from your face to your exposed neck, to your shoulders, toying with the strap of your bra.

“You wear this for me, or him?” he asks, breathing heavily as he looks down at your covered tits, the red and white garment sitting pretty against your skin.

“Who d’you think?” you ask, equally fighting to gasp air into your lungs. 

“Better not have been for fuckin’... Captain mommy issues,” he mutters, kissing you hard one more time before his lips attach to the side of your neck. “Never liked the sound of that guy. Thought you were too good for him.”

“S’that right?” You ask, tilting your head back and stuttering out a sigh, lacing it with wisps of a laugh. “You never said so.”

He sucks your skin into his mouth and you swear you can feel every capillary beneath the surface burst one by one, your body-heat climbing to almost unbearable territory. “You were excited,” he says. “Just ‘cause I don't agree with your choices, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be an ass about it.”

And for someone trying their best to cover your throat in as many bruises as possible (no doubt so that if you bump into the asshole from HR who took you out tonight when you’re back at work on Monday, he’ll see that you had a plenty good time without him), it… feels kind of sweet that he’d hold himself back in the name of your theoretical happiness.

“Too good to me,” you chuckle. You’ve long since released your hold on his vest and are now threading your fingers through his hair. He kisses and sucks down over your collarbone, grinning against your skin all the while. 

“So?” he asks, tugging the top of your bra in between his teeth.

You glance down at him, biting your bottom lip at the sight. His pupils are blown-out, drowning his familiar warm, chocolatey eyes in black pools of desire. No lies, that’s always been your agreement. No lies. So you tell him the truth, pushing your chest up towards him and pressing his head down slightly so his top lip brushes against your tit. 

“Wore it for you, Cheol.”

“Mhm. That’s my girl.”

He sits up straight and pulls you down to him, smashing his lips against yours again as his hands slide around your back, fingertips making quick work of your bra clasp. He pulls the straps down your arms, grunting at the feeling of your breasts relaxing against his own chest; the bra joins your shirt on the floor, and soon after follows his vest, your hands clawing at it to get it off him as fast as you can.

“Up,” he says as your hands trail over his stomach, fingers dipping into every groove of muscle, feeling how they ripple as he reflexively tenses them under your touch. “Now.”

You oblige, climbing off the couch and standing upright. His hand finds the back of your shoulder and he guides you around to the side of the sofa, promptly pushing you down over the arm-rest so your face meets the cushions you were both just sitting on. He pulls your pants down your legs and helps you step out of them, dropping down to his knees and kneading at your thighs with a guttural moan.

“Gonna make you forget all about him, y/n,” he says. “Make you feel so good you won’t even remember his name.”

“Please,” you gasp, feeling his teeth sink into your ass. “So-... fucking good to me…”

He adjusts the position of your legs, bumping them apart until he can settle on his knees between them. His nose drags against the crease between the top of your thigh and the bottom of your ass, his lips trailing kisses all the way from the outside of your leg to where your pussy is throbbing for him. He skips over it, though, nipping and licking at the back of your other thigh, until you’re rocking your hips back to try and push him into your core.

“Be a good girl,” he chuckles, thumbing over the wet-patch in your panties. “I’m gonna look after you. I promise.”

His tongue meets your wetness just a moment after, dragging over the fabric and making you whimper. Your hands scramble to clutch onto something, one grabbing the edge of the seat cushion and the other balling into a fist. 

“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss, feeling the heat from his mouth all over you. “Please – I need it. I need you.”

“Shh,” he says. You can feel his lips twist into a smile. God, you wish you could see him right now. “I’ve got you.”

When exactly his fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your underwear, you’re not sure: all you know is that one minute, he’s breathing in your scent through the seat of your panties, and the next he’s yanking them down your legs and diving into your cunt like it’s his last meal on death-row. The sheer force of his hands gripping your thighs and his head burying itself between them makes you stumble forwards, the couch groaning as it shifts against the laminate flooring, and you cry out a wet sob of his name.

Who were you kidding, before, when you thought that this wasn’t going to go anywhere tonight?

The build-up to this started the second you told him about the date a week and a half ago.

But you can’t think about the mediocre pasta dish you ate this evening, or the moron who sat across from you at the table who kept checking his phone and glancing over your shoulder. You can’t think about how many times he went to the bathroom after receiving a text, or how he came back grinning cockily before he sat back down. 

All you can think about is how deep Seungcheol’s tongue fucks into you. How he fucking slurps all the wetness your pussy can give him, how he groans and moans and chuckles every time he shifts his head forward and flicks the muscle over your clit. Your head is spinning and your eyes begin smarting at the corners when his nails on one hand dig harshly into the fat at the top of your thigh. It stings, but it feels so fucking good. Your knees are weak, you’re about to bite clean through your lip in an attempt to be respectful to Seungcheol’s neighbours, and your knuckles are sore from the force with which your fist is clenched. 

Lord, he’s good.

“Don’t hold back,” he gasps, pulling away from you, a string of his own spit and your arousal still connecting him to your pussy. “C’mon, babe. I can feel you’re close.”

The loss of his mouth genuinely feels like the end of the world and you could buckle, in this moment. But he’s done this on purpose: he always does. He knows you. He knows the sounds you make and the way your body moves when you’re tantalisingly on the edge of your climax. His thumbs rub circles into your thighs and you just know he’s got the most obnoxious, insufferable grin on his face behind you while he does it: you can picture it, so perfectly. So easily. 

The orgasm you didn’t quite reach starts to ebb away from you and you give a grumble of frustration, pushing up onto your palms to turn around and look at him.

“You’re such a bastard, Cheol,” you hiss, and he grins back at you, his lips swollen and shiny as he licks over them.

“Get that pretty face back down, baby. I’m not done.”

It feels like a delightful punch in the gut, so you do. You drop back down onto your elbows, feeling him shift his position but you can’t see to what; his body heat never leaves yours even when his hands aren’t on you anymore, so you know he hasn’t stood up or gone far. It’s only when you clear your throat that you feel him again. Sat down with his back to the couch, between your thighs, nosing at your clit to get you worked up all over again: his fingers trail over your folds, collecting your arousal, spreading your lips and tonguing between them. You whine for him, keening and confused but overwhelmed at the stark shift from before. How he touches your pussy like it’s the first time, like it’s the last. 

He presses one long finger inside you, free hand pushing your hips into just the right position that he can suck your clit into his mouth. You feel yourself grinding down against his hand, begging him for more without having the words to ask for it, but Seungcheol doesn’t need to be asked. It’s intuitive to him. Eating you out could well be his day job. Another finger joins the first and he pumps them in and out of you at a pace you adore, his tongue flicking precisely over the bud in his mouth.

Your disappointingly lost orgasm from before starts to creep up on you again, and you know he knows it too. But this time, he doesn’t slow. This time, he doesn’t stop. He hums in the back of his throat: it’s permission, you realise, to come undone; burying your face further into the cushions, you let out a muffled series of expletives, sobs, moans of his name. You tumble over the edge with a broken cry, fingers curling into the couch cushions, and he only pulls away when your knees actually give out.

His strong frame is the only thing still holding you up by the time you’ve stopped twitching through the aftershocks, remembering how it feels to have full lungs and a working pair of eyes. You roll your head to the side as he slips out from beneath you, immediately sliding his arm around your waist and leaning over you to keep you steady. Through the material of his shorts, you can feel his hard-on poking at your ass: the fact that you’re this fucked and he hasn’t put his cock inside you yet makes your eyes water.

“Okay?” he asks, pressing tender kisses down the length of your spine. You just breathe, nodding with difficulty owed to your current position and the way all your muscles suddenly feel a hundred times heavier than normal. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You okay?”

“M’okay,” you say. “Just… gimme a sec…”

He keeps pressing his lips all over your back, hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips as you fully recover. You nod again when you’re a little more communicative, pushing up onto your elbows once more.

“Said I’d look after you,” he says. “And you were so good for me.”

“Yeah?” you ask, swallowing hard as you twist your spine uncomfortably to look back at him. Fuck it, maybe he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Is that some great secret? Is it such a crime?

“You always are, baby.”

He looks down at you again: at the shape of your body, bent so crudely over the arm of his couch. At your messed-up hair, your smeared makeup, your soft, dewy eyes. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing hard, running a finger from between your shoulder-blades all the way down towards your ass.

“Can I?” he asks, pushing his hips against you again, your still-soaked pussy smearing arousal all over the front of his shorts where it meets them. 

“Please,” you nod, shifting your legs slightly to try and get more comfortable. He drops his shorts in a matter of seconds, cock springing free from their confines. It’s thick and veiny, leaking in his palm as he strokes it, one hand coming back to rest on your hip.

“Fuck, babe,�� he sighs. “You’re doing so good.”

The head feels delicious against your swollen cunt and you gasp at the pressure of him sliding through your folds, leisurely lubing himself up with your arousal. It glides over your clit and you can’t contain the slight hiss that escapes you. He starts to say something, his voice just audible to you where you’re propped, but for some reason he stops short, and you don’t quite hear him anyway. There’s not enough time to dwell on it though: your eyelashes flutter closed when he prods at your entrance, pushing into you with hardly any resistance at all, and his unstarted, unfinished sentence is forgotten.

It’s still a stretch to take him and he eases himself deeper until his hips are pressed fully against your ass. He rests there for a moment, letting you adjust, letting your body mould to the shape of his own, and it’s only when you reach back with one hand to gently nudge against his wrist to give an okay that he starts to move.

“Good girl,” he says, quieter this time. Like he’s distracted. Like he’s contemplating. But you don’t ask, because you don’t really want to know: every drag of his cock against your walls feels like fireworks bursting over every inch of your skin, like being engulfed in flame, and nothing could take you out of how electric you feel. “Taking me so, so well.”

His hips start to thrust against you quicker, snapping so his cock buries itself deep but mercilessly quickly into your pussy. It’s only a matter of minutes until you’re clenching around him and when you do, Seungcheol – who you noticed early on into your relationship was one of the most vocal men you’d ever had in the bedroom – stops holding back the sounds you think back to when it’s just you and your trusty vibrator against the world. You swear that half the reason your sexual chemistry with him is so unrivalled is because of how loud you can both get.

You don’t know how long he’s fucking you for, sweat beading over both of your bodies and leaving you slick all over. What you do know, though, is that when he bends down over you, supported by one hand bracing his weight against the cushion by our head, he’s close. 

He isn’t groaning and grunting anymore. He’s whining. So agonisingly hard and so painfully wound up that he could snap. His voice is little more than a whimper in your ear when his lips ghost over the shell of it, thrusts slowing as he tries to stave off his high just a little bit longer.

“Wanna drown in this pussy,” he says, eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling slack as you spasm around his length again. “Shit – I love y-... love this… love this so much-...”

And this time, you fucking notice.

This time, you hear him. You know what he said before, now. When you didn’t care, when you just wanted him to fill you up, when you just wanted to have him pound into you until your brain disconnected from failed romances and shitty dating apps and people who weren’t him. Because he started to say it then, too – started to say I love y–

And this time… you say it, back. 

“I love you too, Cheol.”

Jesus, fuck.

Loving Choi Seungcheol is the easiest thing in the world.

He freezes, buried inside you all the way to the hilt, a bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose and hanging onto the tip for dear life. His eyes shoot open, his head turns, and you meet his gaze by turning your own. He’s feeling everything. All at once. So are you. Arousal and need and fear – God, so much fucking fear – but love. Adoration, affection, endearment, devotion – shit, he feels it all, and it’s written in every line of his face, and when his lips move into a smile, when the corners of his eyes crease, when he lets it wash over him, it feels better than any orgasm he’ll have for the rest of his life.

Even the one that explodes through him when you start to grind yourself back on his cock and he lets go, fingers scrabbling to hold your hand, lips finding home on the back of your shoulder. He paints your insides with his cum, fucks it into you for as long as he can physically withstand. You don’t even have it in you to chase another climax of your own, too blissed out in the relief of your own feelings to feel inclined to try. 

So, maybe there’s a reason you kept accepting dates with men you knew you weren’t compatible with. 

Maybe there’s a reason you didn’t give those other people a real chance.

Maybe there’s a reason you always found yourself looking forward to the end of every night having dinner with a stranger.

Because all the roads lead you here. Because it’s easy being here – it’s where you belong.

He stays sheathed inside you for a little while longer, pressing kisses everywhere his lips can reach before he has to pull his softening cock from its home between your legs. You lament at the feeling of emptiness, even as his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you upright for the first time in so long that your legs feel like jelly. It’s okay, though. He holds you against his chest, burying his head into your neck – there’s no way you’re going to fall.

(At least, no more than you already have.)

“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers to you, moving your hair out the way so he can press small, doting kisses to the line of your jaw. “I can give it to you. I was a fucking idiot before – I’ll give you everything I have. I don’t know if I can be perfect but anything you want–...”

“I just want you, Cheol,” you tell him. “Everything – screw all that. I just want you.”

“Be with me?” he asks. You nod, feeling him light up in a smile for the hundredth time tonight. Even though you can’t see it, you’re sure it’s as blindingly beautiful as the first smile he sent your way, all those years ago. (It was Joshua’s birthday. You remember that, now.) And the second. And every damn time since. “Forever, this time.”

“Forever, this time,” you agree.

Because spending forever with the man who lifts you into his arms and carries you towards his shower, so you can clean down and get ready for bed? Right now, it sounds so –

But everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else.

thank u so much for reading! likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all always so appreciated<3

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

Birthday surprise

AN: this has been in my drafts since November… anyway, happy belated birthday, Sanemi<3

“Where’s my birthday boy?” Your voice comes out in a cheerful tune as you slam open the door to your home. You’d been wearing that grin on your face—the one where everyone can tell you’re planning something—the whole day.

Sanemi, the birthday boy in question is currently hiding. Why is he hiding and where? Well, after you had revealed a couple of weeks ago you’re preparing a surprise for him on his birthday he’d already started prepping.

Gods how he hated your surprises, especially when you’d told him with such a mysterious tone and a smile filled with mischief.

And so, like any sane person—Sanemi is currently curled up inside the closet. Not the best hiding spot, but he didn’t expect you to be home this early.

“Dammit…”

He grumbles to himself, listening to your footsteps outside the safety of the closet doors. He can tell from how you’re whistling so joyfully and from the sound—skipping around while giggling.

“Sanemi? You can’t hide forever!” You sing, sending shivers down his spine. His heart rate increases, his palms sweaty and he does his best to keep his breathing steady. Some might think he’s being silly, that hiding from his spouse like a coward…However, if only they knew you like he does.

If only they knew that despite your undying love for him, your loyalty, warmth, affection and support—you were also a menace. The innocent kind of menace of course, but also the kind where only someone like Sanemi who’s spent most his life in self-isolation and hidden behind a tough exterior fears.

The footsteps come closer and he can’t tell if you’re doing it on purpose, but he swears the door to your bedroom is being opened at an ominous slow way.

“There’s no need to hide, Sanemi. You know I always win whenever we play hide-and-seek.”

He’s tempted to reveal himself, your tone is almost convincing him you mean no harm. But then you giggle, not the cute and soft giggle whenever he tickles you lightly or attack you with affectionate kisses.

No.

It’s the giggle you make whenever you’re about to do something… Something that Sanemi knows he won’t be able to resist even if he hates it with all his guts.

“Could you be…here?” You call out playfully, he can’t see you but he knows you’re looking for him around the bedroom. He already assume you know where he actually he is, that you’re simply playing a game now.

Every time you ask that question, giggling, his heart rate quickens—he’s sure he’ll die at some point. For some reason you don’t look in the closet, making him wonder if you’re pretending you can’t find him or not.

He hears your footsteps going further away and then the sound of the bedroom door closing, and it’s quiet. Too quiet. No footsteps, no giggles, nothing.

Sanemi waits a minute, making sure you’re not there. Then, slowly and carefully open the closet door, his hand trembling. He peek outside, but you’re nowhere to be found. Frowning in confusion he leaves his hiding spot, stepping out with stealthy steps.

Just as he’s about to sigh in relief, the giggles suddenly appears nearby. He immediately look around the empty room, his first instinct is to get back into the closet—but before he can he hears them close behind him.

“Found you.”

Your voice is sickening sweet, Sanemi swallows his own saliva and his head slowly turns around towards the source.

There, like a monkey, squatting on top of the closet with a shit eating grin is you. How on earth did you get up there? How did he not notice you? He’s about to make a run for it, he knows he’s faster than you. Hell! He’s stronger than you too! Why is he so afraid?

Before Sanemi can escape, you leap off the closet like a graceful feline, tackling him onto the bedroom floor with a thud. He lands on his back and sprawled out on top him.

“Happy birthday, Sanemi. Ready for your surprise?” You look down at him with, eyes full of excitement before pecking him on the lips.

With a heavy sigh and an exaggerated defeated expression he shakes his head and ruffles your hair with a tsk.

“For you, I will endure any surprises coming my way. Now please, don’t let me live in suspense any longer.”

Then without warning, Sanemi stands up with you in his arms, causing you to squeak in surprise. He carries you bridal style out of the bedroom and to the living room where he knows what’s to come.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

There they are, everyone he knows, from fellow Hashira to that guy who sold him potatoes at the market. He knows you mean well and he adores you above anything, which is the only reason he allows himself to be dragged out of his comfort zone.

[theartofclowns]

Valentines

cw: none, just fluff! and one mention of death! (correct me if im wrong when you get to that part..)

a/n: my amazing moot helped me with this whole story! @dominionatrix! took us forever but we eventually got the perfect story! anyways heres the story <3 (i love spoiling everyone ;)

heres the song that i thought was cute addition to this story!

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It was valentines day, a holiday you use to hate but now your so excited. Art had texted you earlier in the evening to tell you he was going to bring you somewhere around 10. You didnt know exactly why he was taking you to this place but he said youd enjoy it. He told you he was going to bring you to a amusement park, you thought it was a bit suspicious but didnt question it. All you could think about was how this was going to be the first time you spend valentines with the person you love.

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It was about 9:50 when he texted you that he was going to be at your house soon. You look in the mirror before getting a wave of anxitey about how you look, but you remebered he doesnt care how unready, or "ugly" you look, your words not his. You heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and you take a deep breath before turning around to walk towards the door, before you hear his horn honk right in your face. you scream at the loud noise and the unexpectancy of him inside your house. You then take another deep breath before opening your eyes and looking at him, he had a card and a bundle of flowers, covered in blood obviously. He then hands it to you and gives you his usual smile. You take the handmade card and the bloody flowers and tear up a little. "for me?" you ask, looking up at him with tears running down your face. He gives you a dumb look before nodding with a bit of sass. You giggle and sniffle at your stupid question, Art then points to the paper card, telling you to read it. You place the flowers on your vanity before looking back at the card. The front had a big heart with your names in the middle. Y/N + Art. It looked like art wrote it in blood. You open the card and read it, the handwriting is sloppy but readable. "happy valentines day, art", you read before flipping over the card and placing it down. you give him a smile a hug him tightly, smiling while doing so. He hugs back, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss. He pulls away as he grabs your hand. Art looks at the door, in a way of asking if your ready. You nod and hold onto his hand, walking out of the door.

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Its around 10:30 by now and you and Art have been driving for about 20 minutes, you whine looking at him, "are we almost theree?". Art nods, speeding up to get to the destination faster. You grab his hand tightly shaking in your boots at the speed. "slow down art!" you whine grabbing onto him tighter. He shakes his head as he swerves into the empty parking lot of the amusement park. You look around and recognize this place from the news. You continue to look around before art slams his door shut, taking you out of thought. He then comes to your side, opening the door for you. Art moves his hand around, silently telling you to get out of the van. You jump out and look at him with suspicion, "you killed a little girl here.. why are we here art?" you ask, but he doesnt move, he just keeps walking towards the entrance. After walking for a few minute you reach the attraction "TERRIFIER", you recognize it from the survivor of Art. you tilt your head as he continues walking, finally stepping inside of the attraction. Your anxiety goes up, feeling a bit uneasy by this. You dont know if he'll torture you or kill you. You keep your guard up, feeling tense. Art notices this and rubs your hand, reassuring you he will not kill you. You feel a bit more relaxed as your thought are most definetly not true, that you know of. You and art continue walking untill he stops in one specific room, the room the little pale girl held jonathan in. You see a torn up blanket on the ground and a doll head as a pillow, you feel guilty just at the side, knowing your boyfriend sleeps here instead of in your bed. Art then pulls out a tiny chair and motions for you to sit on it. You walk over and slowly sit down, he then sits on the ground right infront of you. "this is where you sleep when you leave?" you ask with a bit of concern. He nods smiling and putting his hands together and then against his head, acting out a sleeping act. You smile, "your okay here, right?" you ask, still a bit sad. Art nods once again, he stands up quickly running to a shelf in the room. He picks up a bucket and sits it right infront of you while he sits back down. Art then hands you the box, You take it and open it. Its full of different horns, weapons and one random book thats ruined by blood. You raise a eyebrow before giggling "this keeps you entertained huh? your a literal child" you say smiling at him. Art smiles to and nod grabbing his usual black horn. He squeezes the ball and its alot louder. You jump slightly before smiling. You shake your head and you stand up. Art stands up with you and he grabs your waist and hugs you. You hug back and kiss his neck softly, he pulls away from the hug and kisses your lips.

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after staying a while in his place, playing around, laughing (only you), and just cuddling you had to go. You didnt want to leave, you didnt wanna leave the love of your life. You wanted to stay with him, even if it is in this room filled with dolls. Art see's your sadness and hugs you once again. "can i stay? one night?" You ask in a very sad tone. Art knows if your here and someone randomly comes in your gonna get killed. Not by him but buy whoever come in, he can come back but he knows you cant. Art thinks about it for a few minutes, his face straight and deep in thought. He then looks at you before nodding, a smile back on his face. You jump up in excitement as he says yes, basically, you hug him once again with a huge smile. You feel your head go airy and you cant stop what was about to come out of your mouth. It all happened so fast, you couldnt stop yourself. "i love you art!" you say. Art tenses up and looks at you, you realized what you just said and you start breathing heavily. You were supposed to say that in a few more months.. now you ruined it. Art them pushes back before signing "i love you more". You look at him in shock, your body completely still. You finally come back to your senses running to him and kissing him. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull away. your heart pounding at the moment that just happened. Hoping this could last forever. Wishing you could replay this moment over and over. you smile and look into his eyes as you pull away. he loves you. he loves your imperfections.. he. loves. you.

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IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE! ugh this was os fun to write im genuinly gonna post this and cry because he loves us! (pls lets be delusional.)

anyways i hope yall enjoy this. bc i know i did.

[starryriize]

snap shoot | anton

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event

೫ pairing: bf!anton and gf!reader

೫ summary: anton takes you to the mall and you both take cute pictures in the photo booth

೫ genre/word count: fluff and just anton being in love! 1k words

೫ author's notes: for my love @chiiyuuvv !! this was genuinely so fun to write tbh semi-proofread!

Exam season has just begun for you. For the past two weeks, you’ve been stressing about your upcoming tests. First, it was two theology exams. Then, your marketing professor announced there would be an exam as well. And to top it all, your accounting and management professors decided they’d put in quizzes right before the exam day. You’d given up on sleep, rationalizing that studying is more important than sleep, and your boyfriend wished to take all your stress away. He'd been cheering you on, Now that it was Saturday though, he had the opportunity to pull you away from your books and notes, to simply relax for a few hours.

“Honey! Are you ready?” Anton’s voice called through the house, as you touched up your hair. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been on a date in forever, but you still get flustered around your boyfriend. After a year of dating, he still makes you blush and have butterflies. That adrenaline rush of being blissfully in love that leaves you stuttering over your words. Fluffing your outfit, you walk down the hallway, making sure to grab your camera.

“I’m coming! Where are we headed anyway? You didn’t tell me.” Smiling, he laces his fingers in yours. It wasn’t like him to not tell you, but you didn’t mind surprises either. The walk from your shared apartment to the mall wasn’t long, the sun shining down on the two of you as Anton laced his fingers between yours.

The mall was filled with chatter, the low sound of pop music could be heard through the many ceiling speakers. You squeeze your boyfriend's hand, happily smiling up at him. He looks down, swearing that you are an angel on earth. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a photo booth. However, to your surprise, there isn't a long line, or anyone wanting to go to the booth itself. Tugging at Anton's jacket, you excitedly point towards the booth.

"Let's go get some photos! Y'know, immortalize the moment." You giggle between your words, already thinking about all the cute poses you guys will do with each other. Pulling back the curtain of the booth, you step in squealing excitedly when you see that there are props for the pictures. "Ahhh this will be so cute!!" You pick up a giraffe headband and glasses far too whimsically big for either of you. He takes the headband from your hands, gently placing it on your head. Noticing heart glasses on the prop table, he picks it up, putting it on before flashing his iconic smile at you. The kind of smile that made you melt inside and fall for him even more.

Anton chuckles lightly, eyes flicking down at your soft, glossy lips. He sighs contentedly, pulling you in by the waist for an almost kiss. His breath fanned over your mouth before he pulled away to look at you fully, " Aren't you just the cutest giraffe?"

You giggle, smacking him lightly, turning towards the screen. "You love this giraffe!" He rolls his eyes, forcing himself to not focus on how plump your lips looked as you spoke, and instead on the flashing start button in front of the two of you. "Perhaps it'd be helpful if we clicked start, love." Pouting slightly, you laugh, leaning forward to click the button. The screen changes, giving you the countdown for pictures. He knew that you were right, he did love you, and even more, as you practiced making silly faces at the camera.

3...2...1. The camera flashed as you squished your cheeks against Anton's, his heart glasses nearly falling off his nose as he smiled ear to ear. You were grateful for the short pause between the takes, as you admired your boyfriend adjusting his glasses. Hurriedly reaching for the prop table, he takes the glasses off, grabbing a pink cowboy hat before placing it on his head. He knew he looked good in the hat, judging from how you were now avoiding any type of eye contact with him.

The screen again displayed the numbers, signaling to you that the picture would be taken soon. You bring your arms above your head to make a heart pose and your boyfriend, getting the hint, puts his arms up in a half-heart to complete the shape. The camera once again flashes, but your boyfriend wasn’t looking at the camera, rather he was looking at you. Something about the way your eyes sparkled every time you were with him, how your smile seemed to light up his entire world, it made his heart burst in his chest.

"Should we kiss for our next photo?" You quickly turn your head, eyes widening at your boyfriend's suggestion. It wasn't that you were embarrassed but you didn't expect him to suggest it to you. His deep brown eyes were fixated on your lips, and you knew that you only had a few seconds before the camera would flash again.

“Why not?” You say it so quickly, noticing how he poked his tongue out to lightly lick his lips in anticipation. Deciding it was now or never, you place your hands on his shirt, pulling him closer to you. The distance between the two of you closes as he darts his eyes from your lips to your eyes, the world around you starting to slow down as your lips connect. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the flash of the camera, but the feeling of your boyfriend’s hand on your cheek forced your attention back on him. He kissed you gently, yet fervently as though you were the only meal he’d had in his entire life. You pull away, panting softly as you catch your breath, heat rising to your cheeks. The sound of the pop music through the speakers was faint, but it reminded you that you were in the mall. The camera screen changes, a notification telling you that your photos were finished. A slot opens, your photos falling out as Anton quickly grabs them. There were two of each, and a small smile grew on his face as he noticed the last photo.

“It came out so cute!” You giggle with happiness at how well each photo turned out, as you took off the headband, placing it back on the prop table. He grabs the hat, taking it off as well, a large smile on his face.

You grab your purse and your boyfriend’s hand to leave the booth. He laughs with you, eyes crinkling as he teases, “Don’t worry, you’ll get more kisses later, love.”

[boydepartment]

still into you- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: THIS WAS REQUESTED BY ONE OF MY ANONS HERE!

request: now months later reader's in the practice room, late at night on the floor, catching their breath while the music plays in the background softly. it was then when Ni-Ki slams open the door not expecting anyone to be there and their eyes meet through the reflection of the mirror dance rooms have

warnings- none tbh :3 just both of them being goofy

wc- 300-400

MASTERLIST

sprawling out on the practice room floor was like clockwork to you. especially after a long day of dancing and cardio.

it helped to keep you distracted too, your work was everything to you. it helped fill a void that you didn’t even want to think about right now.

you stretched out hearing a couple pops, laughing to yourself before flipping on your stomach to go on your phone.

frowning when you turned it on it was a wallpaper of you and your ex. you really need to delete it, it was still in the wallpaper album that changes it every hour.

it was just a reminder of the void, you weren’t even mad at him anymore. you missed him and wished you had communicated with him more. it’s one of your biggest regrets…

sighing you opened tiktok so you could have your break. your music from your ipad connected to the speakers playing softly in the background. ironically enough still into you by paramore was playing.

you were about to like a video when the door slammed open, scaring you so bad you jumped back.

“GO AWAY IM ABOUT TO PRACTICE!” the boy laughed before walking in, not even taking in your presence as he was looking down at his phone.

for a split second you took in his appearance now. it changed a lot, he looked like he bulked up, his hair was cut shorter, WAS THAT A TATTOO ON HIS FOREARM?

you blinked and he finally looked up at you, “oh.”

oh? that’s all he was gonna say to you? OH? after months of not talking… OH???

“um.” you quickly got up, grabbing your ipad, phone, and hoodie, “you can have the room haha it’s fine anyways-“

“wait no…” riki quickly ran to the door and blocked it, as you were making a beeline to the exit.

you looked up at him, your stuff pooling out of your hands, “get out of my way!”

“no!”

“what the hell!” you started to laugh, “you can have the practice room! let me go!”

“no!” riki said again, now using his arms and legs to block the door, “please don’t leave i really- i just-“

you set your stuff down by your feet, “you need to what? finally explain yourself, apologize for being a dick?”

riki was about to talk, “i-“ he put his hand up, “yeah…”

“little late for that.” you went to pick up your stuff again and you saw him trying to look through his brain for anything. his body slumping against the door now.

part of you felt kinda bad. the breakup was a little messy, him being busy, him not being able to tell you that he loves you, you both being a little short tempered. it just wasn’t the right time for either of you. you didn’t hold bad blood or anything. it was just awkward

you grabbed your stuff properly this time, “okay, move. it’s not funny or cute anymore.”

“anymore? you thought it was funny and cute before?” he put his hands and legs almost in a starfish position again against the door. grinning with that all too familiar mischievous smile of his.

“riki! i’m serious! i’ve been practicing forever, i smell bad and i need to get food!” you tried to move past him. you couldn’t help the small giggles escaping you.

“no! i can’t! i need to tell you that im in love with you still and im sorry i didn’t say it before because i was scared to!” at this point he was word vomiting.

you looked up at him, “you are?”

riki’s eyes were still closed, he nodded rapidly, the last nod he hit his head against the door. which left you falling over laughing.

riki looked horrified, did he just embarrass himself? what if you had another boyfriend already? or girlfriend? it’s been months.

“you’re so cute.”

oh…

his ears turned bright red as he watched you laughing on the floor. you looked up at him with that same sweet smile you had previous to your breakup. he sat down on the floor in front of you.

“i meant what i said…” he said as your laughter died down and you were left staring at eachother.

you smiled at him again, “i still love you.”

his eyes widened and he smiled back, “you do?”

“yes i do.”

he jumped up and did a little dance before grabbing your hands and lifting you up. hugging you and swinging you around.

“i love you so much i’m sorry i didn’t say it before. i really do love you.” he set you down, “even if you smell bad after practicing.”

you shoved his shoulder and riki laughed, “i’m kidding i’m kidding!”

you hugged him again, your arms shaking around his waist.

“can i come with you to eat dinner then?”

“as my boyfriend or my ex?” you mumbled. you felt his arms hold you back, his chin on your head.

“as your boyfriend obviously… if that’s okay…”

you smiled up at him, “yeah that’s okay, if you’re okay with me being stinky?”

he sighs dramatically and raises his eyebrows, “guess thats okay.”

you both start laughing before getting into a debate on what to eat together.

[knoxoverstreetluvr]

Holiday Parties and Drunk Boyfriends

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disclaimer: mentions of anderperry and knarlie

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“P-lease Neil… let me have summoree…” Todd slurs, leaning into his exasperated boyfriend, Neil.

“Honey, I told you no more of those Shirley Temples. Meeksie always puts too much vodka in them.” Neil hums, pressing a kiss to the drunk boy’s head in his arms.

The annual Holiday party was in full swing in the humble abode of the Poets. The party goers mingling in various Christmas and Hanukkah sweaters.

When the Poets went to college, they insisted on three things. Those three things resided on a ripped up sticky note on the fridge. Scrawled 3 years ago by Gerard Pitts as the lowly freshmen they were, it read:

“The Totally Awesome, Epic Guide to being THE Coolest on college grounds:

- Throw epic holiday parties

- Start a garage band

- get Todd Anderson drunk”

The boys had succeeded on the first one, if they do say so themselves. The second one was scratched out by Charlie, who had the idea, but shut it down whenever he heard the screeching voice of Knox Overstreet try and sing. Yet the third one hadn’t happened for 3 years.. til tonight.

“Charles Dalton get over here.” Neil called, ushering his best friend to detach from his and Knox’s heated make-out session in the corner.

“What is it Perry? Could you not see me and my boyfriend having a lovely time over there.” he asked, wiping off the remnants of Knox’s Aquaphor, and taking a peak at the swaying Todd tucked in Neil’s arm.

“Well Char, what did I tell you about letting our dear friend Steven around the alcohol table?” He asked, wiping the alcohol induced sweat off of Todd’s forehead.

“You said not to but you know how Meeksie gets about his Shirley Temples. I didn’t wanna-“ Charlie starts before Neil cuts him off. “Look at my boyfriend Charlie… he’s so out of it.” Neil pouts, kissing Todd on the head.

“Wait you’re kidding, he’s drunk?!” Charlie asked quite loudly, which caused Steven and Gerard to immediately rush over.

“No way…” Meeks hums, pushing his glasses up and waving his hand in front of Todd’s eyes.

“Meeks why are you acting like this isn’t your doing? My very freshly 21 year old boyfriend consumed your battery acid drinks and now his body is all jelly.” Neil said, whisper yelling at Meeks so that Todd doesn’t try and defend Steven.

“To be fair Neil, Todd usually has that glassy eyed look around you anyway,” Pitts butts in, being quickly shut up by a glare from Neil.

Upon seeing a large huddle of a majority of his friends, Knox, who cannot handle his alcohol in the slightest, bounds over to the group and slings his arm around his boyfriend.

“Hiya boysss,” He slurs, tucking his face into Charlie’s neck and leaving a short kiss there. Not only could Knox not handle his alcohol, but when he drank he got clingy, and fast.

“How many has Loverboy drank?” Pitts snickered, poking Knox in the side as Charlie answered. “One Pittsie.. Knoxious has had one.”

“Only one?” Cameron asked, walking up to his group of friends. The boys all snickering noticing his arm is empty.

“Thought you said you were gonna find a woman… dick…” Charlie said, giggling like a schoolboy after using the newest nickname in his reservoir to describe Cameron. Steven will forever rue the day he told Charlie Dalton that Dick is short for Richard.

“Well Charles I found one but she had, somewhere to be…” he hummed, taking a cup from Meeks, even after the boy’s protests.

“Yeah somewhere to be far away from you. Look over there Richie.” Meeks said, pointing to the girl Cameron had previously been speaking with. She was now latched onto one of Chet Danburry’s football buddies.

The boys all laugh as Richard stomps up the stairs. “Where ya goin Dickie?!” Knox calls, peaking up from his spot in Charlie’s neck just for Charlie to push him right back, a hand clamped over his mouth.

“To bed. And if I wake up in the morning to our house being a mess, I will kill the lot of you.” He yelled back, making his way to his room, and slamming the door.

Todd flinches at the sound, sitting up for the first time in the 15 minutes since the group got there. “Hii guysss,” he slurred, stretching his arms over his head.

“TODDD” Knox calls, also untucking himself from Charlie and slinging his arms around Todd’s neck.

The pair had become very close. Not only due to their boyfriends being childhood best friends, but because they always kept an eye on their boyfriends at parties such as this one. Charlie and Neil were karaoke buddies, usually standing on tables at Frat parties. Tonight, as a gift to the freshly-able-to-drink boyfriend, and the needs-adult-supervision-after-one-shot boyfriend, Charlie and Neil promised to keep their drinking to a minimum to allow Knox and Todd to have fun.

All the boys laugh as Knox and Todd hug, watching as they both start to melt to the ground.

“Woah woah honey… let’s not go to the ground.” Neil mumbles, scooping Todd up under the armpits.

“Yeah loverboy let’s stay up.” Charlie said, helping up the equally jelly legged Knox.

“Well laddies, I think it’s time we wrap up this party so we can clean up the place for our dear Richard.” Steven says, checking his watch to the time being 2:12 am on Christmas day.

“You’re right.” Charlie says, placing his hands over Knox’s sensitive ears and nodding at Neil to do the same for Todd.

“ALRIGHT STUDENTS. IF YOU DO NOT LIVE IN THIS LOVELY HOME PLEASE SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHERS AND GET OUT. HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS OR HAPPY HANUKKAH OR WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE. PICK UP A CUP OR THREE AS YOU LEAVE.” Charlie hollers, watching as the partygoers start to leave in twos and threes.

At 2:17 the house is empty, minus the 6 merry poets downstairs, and 1 grumpy poet already tucked in bed. “Alright divide and conquer men… and Knox and Todd please just sit on the couch before your boyfriends can retrieve you.” Meeks said, already bending over to pick up various cups.

10 minutes later, the house was clean, or as clean as a house full of young adult men can be. A quick goodnight and Merry Christmas was said to each of the boys as the respective couples and such went to their rooms.

Neil sits holding Todd on the end of their shared bed. “Honey you gotta take the meds now so you don’t wake up puking up your guts.”

“Donwanna neil… wanna lay down.” Todd mumbles, tucking his head into the older boy’s neck.

Neil could never argue with Todd. Accepting defeat and the fact that he’d had to nurse Todd through the hangover in the morning anyway, Neil tucked a cuddly Todd into the bed.

“Goodnight honey,” Neil hummed, kissing Todd on the head, “and Merry Christmas.” Neil whispered, turning off the lamp and cuddling up to his already asleep boyfriend.

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first dps fic please don’t flame me! and if you want to be added to a taglist lmk :)

[taytrashmouth]

The summer I’ve waited for

Jeremiah fisher x female reader

TW: drinking, swearing.

Description: you’ve been friends with Jeremiah forever, back in Boston you are inseparable, what happens when he invites you to cousins this summer

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You met Jeremiah at school when you were 12, he’s always been funny and kind, he was nice to you when no one else was.

You were best friends since the first moment you met, the only thing that sucked was that he was never around for summer.

But this year, at 16 he invited you with, Susannah was so happy you were coming with, Belly would have a girlfriend and she loved you like her own.

The drive down to cousins was long, Conrad drove, Susannah scrolled through her phone in the passengers seat while you sat in the back with Jeremiah.

Your leg was bouncing up and down rapidly, what if it was awkward, what if belly didn’t like you, what if you ruined the perfect summers Jeremiah spoke of so often-

Your thoughts were broken when jere put his hand on your bouncing leg.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He frowned.

“Just nervous.” You shook your head.

“It’ll be so fun having you around, and I already know belly will love you, besides you’ll have me by your side, you’re stuck with me for three whole months.”

You couldn’t help but smile, he had no idea how much you liked him, he was the only boy you’d liked for 5 years. Spending 3 months with him sounded like heaven.

When you arrived Jeremiah showed you your room, right across from his. The house was gorgeous and the sound of the waves was magical.

You sat outside by the pool looking out at the ocean once you’d unpacked. Absolutely mesmerized.

It wasn’t until you saw Conrad, Jeremiah and Steven (you’d seen him in photos) throwing belly into the pool while she kicked and screamed.

“You guys that wasn’t funny.” Belly spoke.

“Yeah guys not cool.” You walked behind both Conrad and Jeremiah, hands around their waists. As they both turned to look at you, you pushed as hard as you could pushing them both in too.

They both yelled and you and belly laughed.

“I love her!” Belly laughed and smiled at Jeremiah, gesturing to you.

“Yeah me too.” He smiled subtly and looked down at the water, making you blush.

It was a few days later that you sat at the kitchen island waiting to watch a movie with belly and the moms that belly said something that surprised you.

“You know I’m so happy i finally got to meet you cause you’re like really cool, and because jere talks about you non-stop, he thinks you’re so smart and he tells us all these stories about you being like the coolest person.” Belly rambled.

“All good things I hope.” You chuckled, blushing slightly. “ I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me that much.”

“No there was a point I wanted to be you, and I hadn’t even seen your photo- I was like 12 but still”

You both giggled.

Summer went on, you went to parties with jere and he taught you how to play beer pong, you both sang karaoke at this tiki bar on Saturdays, he showed you all of his favorite spots in cousins. Late night drives and long walks on the beach.

Everything was perfect except you couldn’t help but feel that he loved belly…..and it hurt.

But there were moments where you allowed yourself to dream, to feel as though he liked you back.

The night by the pool when lover came on the speaker and you smiled at the sound of your favorite song.

“Let’s dance.” Jeremiah spoke. You looked up at him as he stood up and held out his hand. “You need to practice anyway.” Referring to the deb ball, belly begged you to do it with her.

You didn’t know how the hell to find a date, you only liked, and wanted one guy.

You smiled and gave him your hand. He pulled you up and held your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you began to sway. He spun you around slowly once or twice but soon it was just the two of you in this moment, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re a good dancer.” You whispered.

“I have a good partner.” He smiled, both of your cheeks burning.

Then there was the day you tried on your debutante dress, you looked in your bedroom mirror, only seeing the parts of yourself you hated.

That’s when Jere barged in with a smile, rambling about something Steven just did, but when you turned around he stopped dead.

“Holy shit…” he let out.

“I know-“ your voice was laced with insecurities but he didn’t let you fished before moving closer and making you spin around.

“You’re perfect.” He smiled and held your cheeks, you leaned into his touch wishing this moment would last.

Tears filled your eyes, he was healing all your wounds, damage he didn’t even cause.

“Thank you.” You smiled back.

When Taylor came out for belly’s birthday she bought belly a purple swimsuit, she had a pink one and she had bought you a dark blue one, because she knew belly liked you, and wanted you to be included.

You were insecure, people at school had bullied you your whole life, your weight fluctuated a lot and you weren’t exactly comfortable in a bikini.

When you didn’t go down to the pool after about 20mins jere came to look for you…

He found you in your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror in your new bikini with tears running down your cheeks

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” He asked with a frown, immediately pulled you into his chest.

You hugged him tightly and he stroked your hair.

“I hate it.” You chocked.

“What? What do you hate?” He held your shoulders looking at your face now.

“Me, they way I look, fuck, I look like a whale compared to them.”

Jeremiah almost laughed.

“Them? Belly and taylor?”

“Yeah and like every other girl at this stupid beach.” You cried more, but he wiped away the tears that fell.

“Turn around.” He smiled, you grumpily spun.

“Exactly what I thought, no sign of a whale…and y/n….you’re hot, don’t tell belly or Taylor I said this but you’re like way hotter than them.” He exclaimed.

You chocked a laugh.

“Really?” You frowned again.

“Definitely.” He hugged you again, and made jokes as you washed your face before following him back to the pool.

“I found her!!! She was trying to make sure she was still hotter than all of us.” He joked as you walked out the doors to the pool.

Taylor smiled, “I knew that bikini was your color, it’s literally so hot.” Belly nodded in agreement.

Steven gawked at you as you climbed into the pool and belly hit him on the head.

It wasn’t until you were walking along the beach as the sun set, a week till the deb ball and still you had no date.

“Hey!” Jeremiah called as he ran down the beach to catch up.

“Hey.” You smiled back.

You talked about a lot of things as the sun began to set.

“Still no date?” He asked.

You shook your head,

“Seriously? I don’t believe no one’s asked you.” He spoke as if you were the most precious thing that any guy would want.

You shook your head again, a few guys had asked, but you didn’t really want to go with them. So you told them no.

You continued to talk about the ball.

“Mom told Conrad to ask Belly, but I think she’ll be pissed if she finds out he didn’t actually want to ask her you know?” He spoke.

“Yeah, I’d be pissed if that happened to me.”

“That’s why I swore off these things, drama creating nonsense, I’d only make an exception for this one girl-“ he spoke slowly but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it sucks that Conrad’s taking her-“

“What?” He stopped walking.

“You like belly….don’t you?” You frowned.

He scoffed and looked off to the side.

“You’re really really dumb for someone with straight A’s, you know that?” He asked.

You frowned even more.

“I’d make an exception for you n/n….”

Your whole world stopped for a minute, looking into his ocean eyes.

“I’m just waiting for you to ask me……” he looked at his feet.

“I didn’t ask because I needed to know you wanted this, I couldn’t do it because i could never forgive myself if I screwed this up, us…” he looked back up at you.

Your heart was pounding, your head was exploding and your stomach erupted with butterflies.

“Will you go to the ball with me Jere?” You smiled.

He sighed with relief and smiled the biggest you e ever seen.

“Fuck yes!!!!” He wrapped his arms around you and spun you in the air before putting you down.

You laughed, feeling on top of the world.

“You sure about this?” He asked looking down at you.

“It’s been five years of crushing, I’m sure.” You joked.

“Good because I really want to kiss you.” He smiled.

He leaned in and your lips met, it was like two pieces of a puzzle. So passionate yet soft. This was the summer you’d always wanted, the summer you waited for.

As you broke apart for air you both smiled and entangled your hands, and you walked home in the dark, waves crashing against your ankles.

“I liked you before we were even friends you know.” Jeremiah spoke up.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saw you in the hallway one day and I knew, that the pretty girl by locker 34 was going to be my wife one day.”

You smiled, and laughed with him, as you swing your hands back and forth.

“Really? I still had braces….why me?” You asked with a frown.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” He yelled, he turned and kissed you for the second time that night. You smiled into the kiss, and the waves crashed into your calves.

“I love you too…I always have.” You told him. “And I’m not sure about ‘wife’ just yet, but I’m just waiting for you to ask me..” you quoted his words from earlier.

He smiled and got down on one knee, his shorts were wet and your dress was blowing in the wind. You threw your head back in a smile.

“Y/n l/n, will you make me the happiest golden retriever and be my girlfriend,”

“Fuck yes!!!!”

He got up and you held onto each other like it was the last time you’d hug.

When you arrived back at the house, he dragged you up to his room, rummaging in his drawer to find something.

“I uh- I got this for your birthday last year, but I chickened out of giving it to you because I though it might overstep a boundary or something.” He explained as he sat next to you on his bed and handed you a box.

You carefully took off the lid and revealed a sliver locket, the letter J engraved on the front, you opened it up and on the left was a picture on Jeremiah giving you a piggy back ride, both of you smiling so widely. And on the right the lyrics ‘at every table I’ll save you a seat’ were engraved in cursive.

You closed the locket and stared at the J, then at him, tears in your eyes.

“Because I really know you.” He pointed at his initial.

You smiled, tears falling.

“I love you, you’re perfect.” You smiled, looking at his beautiful eyes, and smile, thinking of how thoughtful he was, how kind, how funny, he was yours, and you were his.

He helped you out the necklace on, and you never took it off

[starmieknight]

Stars Align

Dipper Vs. Manliness

17 Again AU: After a disastrous first day with the twins, Stan swears to do better as an uncle. But fate loves playing tricks on him and the magic 8-ball in the attic is more than it seems.

Now on top of having a pair of twelve year olds around the house while he tries to finish the portal and bring his brother home, Stan has to deal with being back in his seventeen year old body! Summer has never been weirder in Gravity Falls.

Prologue, The Legend of the Gobblewonker, Headhunters Pt. 1, Headhunters Pt. 2, Headhunters Pt. 3, The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 1, The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 2, The Inconveniencing (previous)

Special thank you to @disregardedblasphemy for beta reading! You're awesome <3

At one point, Stan had a bit of a crush on Lazy Susan. She’d been real cute and pretty sweet back when he first met her and she hadn’t been too upset about what happened to her eye. As the years passed, she was just one of the few single people left in his age range. That he actually liked, anyway.

Who knew so many people got married when you got old!

Now with his baby face in the way, Stan just didn’t feel right flirting with her like he normally did.

Using his ‘charming young man’ powers on her though―!

“You do split plates, right?” Stan asked, ducking his head shyly and peering up at Susan through his lashes. “We’re just poor, hungry kids on a budgeted allowance…”

Susan laughed and pinched his cheek.

“You’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? We always make an exception for Big Stan ― I can do it for Little Stan, too!”

Stan chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the ‘daddy’ comment, and offered the waitress a blinding smile.

Somewhere behind him, he heard a shutter sound and some muffled giggles.

“Tambry!” Mabel whispered, practically climbing over the back of the booth to speak to the girl on the other side. “Send me that for my scrapbook!”

Stan did his best to ignore that. And the fact that Tambry was still taking pictures of him when he wasn’t looking. Instead, he just pushed on with his order, ignoring Mabel’s protests that she wanted pancakes.

He could have made those himself if she'd wanted them so much!

Dipper, however, was more sympathetic to his sister’s plight.

“Don’t worry, guys!” he said confidently. “Pancakes are on me. I’m gonna win them by beating that manliness tester!”

“Manliness tester?” Stan asked blankly, remembering the machine that had been in the diner forever.

“Beating?” Mabel asked incredulously before bursting into laughter.

And Stan might have laughed with her if he hadn’t seen how scrappy the boy really was,  getting into fist fights with psychotic nine year olds and breaking into buildings. Still, the boy was built like a noodle and not in the typically stocky manner most Pines boys were. He didn’t even have their trademark nose, his mother’s genetics probably the cause for that. The color of it was right on point, though.

“Hold on there, sweetheart.” Stan put a hand on Mabel’s head to quiet her down, but wasn’t quite able to stop the snort that came with the mental image of Dipper beating the tester. “Your brother’s not as geeky as he seems, sometimes. I wanna see him try! Besides, it’ll be a good chance for me to see where he is before I start yous two on boxing lessons!”

“You’re going to teach us how to box?” Dipper asked skeptically.

Stan’s grin widened and he flexed his arms, thick cords of muscle visible even under his baby fat.

“You’re lookin’ at the best boxer from Glass Shard Beach! Goldmill Gym’s got all my old trophies lining the walls!”

At least, it had forty years ago. Old Man Nicky was surely dead now and probably had been pissed enough to throw out Stan’s medals when he’d disappeared into the night. Besides, the man had been friends with Pa ― Stan wouldn’t be surprised if the medals were melted down to make gold chains.

You’re a bum, Stanny. But you can take a hit and give ‘em back twice as hard.

Mabel latched onto Stan’s bicep, giggling wildly as he curled his arms a few times, threatening to drop her back into the booth.

“Hmmm,” Dipper hummed, eyeing Stan’s arms thoughtfully. “...okay. I mean, how different could it be from kickboxing?”

Stan grinned at him. “That’s the spirit, kiddo! Now ― go win us some pancakes!”

Dipper beamed at him.

It didn’t last long, however, the boy failing miserably and running out in the face of Manly Dan showing him up. Stan didn’t think the man meant anything by it. He probably just wanted more pancakes or was trying to feed what he thought was a bunch of hungry kids. He was just like that sometimes. Blunt and lacking tact.

Stan was the same.

He looked between his plate and the empty doorframe, conflicted.

Was he supposed to chase after the kid or give him space so he could lick his wounds?

Moses, he missed Old Nicky ― the man would already have a diet planned to help put muscle on the kid or have him chasing chickens and bench pressing hogs. He had a weird way of training his boxers, but he’d made Stan quick on his feet and able to find a weak spot on guys with more fat rolls than average.

“He’ll be fine,” Mabel rested her hand gently on Stan’s arm. Her smile was familiar, but it didn’t really meet her eyes. She almost looked guilty.

“Of course, he will.” Stan smiled back at her half-heartedly. “He’s a Pines. We always end up alright.”

Mabel didn’t look convinced, but she let it go for a moment. She began eating her pancakes, but some of her enthusiasm was lost.

“... do you think I shouldn’t have laughed at him?”

Stan winced, hearing the hurt in her voice. “Probably didn’t help…”

Mabel deflated, losing some of her usual vibrancy. “He’s really serious about becoming a man. Growing chest hair and wishing his voice would stop cracking…”

“People make it into a big deal.” Stan shrugged, remembering how he’d waited for those body changes a lifetime ago. There’d been the awkward days with acne and voice cracks, not to mention realizing he could have a crush on nearly anyone who showed him a smidgeon of positive attention. He could only sympathize with how Dipper was feeling, especially with Stan around in his current state. The kid was probably wondering when he was going to start shooting up and filling out like his uncle. Shermie and Alec were both built big as well. Dipper probably was feeling left out. “He’s gotta figure out his new place and his body’s going through some… changes. Speaking of, please tell me your mom has had The Talk with you…”

Mabel snorted, a gleam returning to her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Grunkle Stan.” she snickered. “Mom told me everything to expect last year.”

Stan sagged in relief. “Just let me know if you need… any feminine products. Or chocolate. Or just tell Wendy and I’ll give her the money.”

Moses, was it hot in here or were his ears on fire. He never expected to have this conversation. Why did it have to be so awkward?! He’d had a mother, for crying out loud ― and a girlfriend who’d been very vocal about what cramps and mood swings did to her.

Mabel just laughed at him again, bouncing back to her normal self with an ease he envied.

“Do you think he’ll be alright once he’s done with puberty?” she asked thoughtfully, trying her straw wrapper into a neat bow. “I mean, you seem alright going through it a second time.”

Stan snorted at that. “Nah, I was pretty much set as soon as I hit sixteen the first time. The only thing that stuck around for a while was the acne. That didn’t really go away until my thirties.”

“I thought that went away after you turned twenty!” Mabel exclaimed, her face twisting with horror.

“Nope!” Stan propped his chin up on his hand, leaning close to give her a good look at the bumps on his chin. “Maybe it won’t be so bad once you get over the hump of the hormone changes, but pimples’ll pop up at random forever! But your face thingies helped mine the other day.”

“We should get you some pimple patches for the little ones!” Mabel suggested, poking a red spot on Stan’s cheek. He hissed at the little jolt of pain it caused and she pulled her hand away, expression apologetic. “Ohh! We should do another spa day!”

“Spa day?” a somewhat familiar voice asked from behind them. Tambry popped up over the back of their seat, her eyes fixed on her phone. “Count me in.”

“Me, too!” Wendy announced, sliding into the booth across from them. “We should get Stan some better clothes, too. He’s been wearing the same pair of jeans for weeks.”

“I wash them!” he protested indignantly.

“You’re gonna wear them out like that.” the redhead pointed out easily. “Also, you smell like an old man. Switch your cologne.”

“I don’t wear cologne to work. That’s just aftershave.” He rubbed his chin with a grimace, resenting the fact that his facial hair had been so patchy as a teenager. It looked weird if he didn’t shave every morning. Back when he was old, his five-o’clock shadow had been fine enough for tours ― now he just looked stupid.

“We should get him a jacket that fits!” Mabel suggested, bouncing in her seat with her thoughts a million miles away. Probably lost in some mental mall. “And a comb!”

“I wouldn’t mind getting some gel,” Stan admitted, running a hand over his unruly curls. “S’how I used to wear it.”

Wendy tilted her head, considering his face. “I can see it. Like those guys in Grease.”

Stan snapped his fingers and pointed at her with a grin. “Exactly!”

“Let’s go to the mall!” Mabel shrieked, overcome with excitement. She shook Stan’s arm, moving her body more than his bicep and looking like she was being electrocuted as a result. Or like a fish flopping on the floor of his boat. “Mall Day! Mall Day!”

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” Stan groaned.

“Nope!” Mabel and Wendy wore identical expressions, like lionesses about to pounce on some poor, old zebra. Tambry offered a thumbs up from the other side of the booth wall. ____________________________________________________________

“This was a terrible idea.”

Now, Stan was no stranger to shopping with a teenage girl. He’d dated Carla McCorkle for a while before she was stolen away by that mind-controlling musician. He was quite familiar with wandering from store-to-store while a girl ooh-ed and ahh-ed over things without making a single purchase.

He hated customers who did that and he hated being part of a group that did that.

“Grunkle Stan, this is an essential part of shopping!” Mabel punctuated her statement with a pointed slurp of her iced coffee. De-caf, of course. She was already energetic enough.

He responded with a pointed sip of his own, secretly conceding that iced coffee was good. Especially all dolled up with fancy syrups and whipped cream.

Way too expensive, though.

“C’mon, man.” Wendy rolled her eyes fondly and threw the jacket she and Tambry had been fawning over at his face. “Chill out and leave everything to us. All you gotta do is put on what we tell you and say if you like it or not.”

“I was promised hair gel.” Stan muttered petulantly. He felt the soft lining of the jacket, an old-styled bomber like the one Ford had worn as a kid, and noted that it was soft. “Can’t I just pick some jeans and go?”

“Grunkle Stan, you need to learn about style!” Mabel exclaimed, stars in her eyes. “Now that you’re not a gross old man, this is the perfect opportunity to work on my ‘Convince Dipper To Wear More Than One Outfit’ powerpoint!”

Stan stared at her blankly. “What’s that got to do with dressin’ me up?”

“Because!” Mabel exclaimed exasperatedly. “You guys look a lot alike now! Once he sees how good you look, he’ll be inspired to do the same!”

“She has a point.” Wendy shrugged. “You’ve had more women hitting on you these past few weeks than you’ve had my entire life.”

“You’re totally hot.” Tambry confirmed flatly, briefly moving her phone away from her face to show them some kind of website. There were a lot of pictures of him and it made his skin crawl. So did the comments, most filled with the little picture things from Mabel’s ‘motivational sticker pack’.

“Ugh!” Stan shuddered at the girl’s comment and threw his hands up defensively. “I― I don’t even know what to do with all that. It’s… It’s weird.”

His eyes darted around in search of an escape route and he bolted out the door with the jacket in tow. He liked it, but he’d never admit it. Or pay for it.

Stan yanked the tags off, casually dropping them in a nearby trashcan before shrugging the jacket on. Ooooh, it had nice big pockets. Perfect for shoplifting!

“Well, if it isn’t Stanley Pines.”

Stan stiffened at the voice behind him, mind racing as he tried to place it. 

Don’t panic, you’ve been introducing yourself as Stanley the Second for weeks! This is just the con beginning to pay off…

He turned, a conman’s smile curling his lip, before a shocked scream left him.

“My eyes! My poor eyes!”

It was improbable. It was impossible! It had been forty years!

But against all the odds, there was a familiar face from Glass Shard Beach in Gravity Falls.

Old Man Nicky stared at him, his expression as sour and unimpressed as ever, another generation’s worth of wrinkles making him look like a particularly grumpy bulldog. He was still wearing the same old red sweater over a gray tracksuit, thin wisps of white hair peeking out from beneath a black beanie.

It really was his old boxing coach. Really old boxing coach.

“Shouldn’t you be dead?” Stan asked before he could stop himself. A cane shot out and clocked him in the shin, making him yelp and topple over. Ugh, just like the old days.

“Shouldn’t you? Your ma told me you crashed your car into a ditch and burnt up. Guess you just got mixed up in some freaky magic shit out here. Probably somethin’ ta do with that brother of yours.”

Stan winced at the relatively spot-on observation, rubbing his leg as he looked up at Nicky. The man had shrunk over the years, but he never lost the ability to make Stan feel like some scrawny little kid.

“What’re you doin’ in Gravity Falls of all places?” he asked, not bothering with how the man knew about magic. You couldn’t live here without tripping over a gnome every other Tuesday.

“Got myself a grandson who married a selkie. Their kids like the cold and I’m mostly retired. Thought I’d spend the rest of my twilight years with them.” Nicky shrugged before piercing Stan with a stern look. “Thought about lookin’ ya up, but you were too busy runnin’ around and pretendin’ t’ be Stanford. You’re a bum, Stannie. Your impersonations suck.”

Stan straightened up with a frown, properly offended now.

“I’ll have you know,” he sniffed, tucking his hands behind his back and looking down his nose at the old man. His gruff voice smoothed into something more sophisticated and refined, the Jersey accent melting away like butter beneath a summer sun. “That I still do a fantastic impersonation of my brother… Hypothesis! Quantum physics! Exponential!”

Nicky chuckled at him, wrinkled face sagging as it softened fondly.

“That’s our Stanford.” he sighed, turning away. “Now, c’mon back to the gym and fill me in on what happened. Y’not doin’ this without good reason. Yous two hated being mixed up.”

Stan hesitated, looking over his shoulder for the girls. They were a few stores back and a few bags heavier, their eyes scanning the mall in search of him.

“I’ll have to raincheck ya on that, old man.” he hurried to say, voice returning to normal and pitched low. Secretive. “I got a couple of add-ons who aren’t exactly in on it. They can’t know.”

Nicky frowned at him, tilting his head so he could squint at the girls as they approached. Mabel had spotted them, her face lighting up as she rushed forward with a grin.

“Well,” Nicky chuckled as she caught up to them. “This one looks just like you. Braces ‘n all. She box any?”

“Grunkle Stan’s gonna teach me and my brother!” Mabel proclaimed proudly before blinking in confusion at the old man. She shrugged and offered Nicky her hand. “Hi, I’m Mabel! Are you one of my uncle’s old man friends?”

“More like his uncle.” Nicky clasped her hand gently. “You can call me Papa Nick.”

“Okay!” Mabel agreed before Stan could protest.

“Oh, c’mon old man!” he huffed. “You never let me call you Uncle Nick!”

The old man smacked him with the cane again. “That’s cause you’re a bum, Stannie. ‘Sides ― Filbrick woulda had kittens if he caught you boys goin’ soft on me.”

“Wait, you knew Grunkle Stan as a kid?!” Mabel gushed, her hands squishing her cheeks. “Oh Em Gee ― you’re like, super old! Do you have pictures of baby Stan?!”

“Course I do!” Nicky snorted. “And all’a his old trophies. Tell ya what ― yous guys come for dinner and I’ll dig ‘em out.”

“Nicky!” Stan hissed, panic seizing his chest.

The old man bopped him with the cane once more, gently this time.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, kid.” Nicky gave him a pointed look. “I’ll keep all your embarrassing secrets in storage. For now.”

Stan held his gaze a moment longer, praying that the old man would keep his word, before nodding stiffly.

“Fine. Where’re ya stayin’ these days?”

Nicky smirked, smug with victory, and shoved a business card into Stan’s hand.

“Six o’clock. Come to the back door and don’t be late or you’re washin’ towels.”

“I don’t work for you anymore, old man!” Stan shouted after him as he and Mabel rejoined the rest of the girls. “I ain’t washin’ nothin’!”

Nicky just laughed at him and continued on his way. ___________________________________________________________

“What happened to you, kid?” Stan asked in bewilderment as Dipper trudged into the house, twigs and leaves sticking out of his hair.

The boy sighed and flopped down on the floor by Stan’s armchair.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” the boy mumbled into the carpet.

“Good.” Stan said awkwardly, trying to think of a subject change to get out of another ‘feelings’ talk.

“It’s just these half-man, half-bull humanoids were hanging out with me…” Dipper blurted out suddenly, shooting up with an annoyed expression.

“Here we go.” Stan rolled his eyes. He frowned as the boy’s words reached his brain. “Wait, you talkin’ about those dumb Manotaurs? Those guys are jerks!”

“I know, right?!” Dipper threw his hands up, relieved to have another person on his side. “They wanted me to do this really tough, horrible thing ― but it just wasn’t right. So, I said no.”

The boy deflated, looking as lost as Stan felt after spending too long reading his brother’s journals.

Stan reached down, easily knocking Dipper’s hat off, and ruffled the boy’s tangled curls.

“You were your own man and you stood up for yourself.” he said firmly. Dipper looked up at him in surprise. Stan grinned at him. “You did what was right even though no one agreed with you. Sounds pretty manly to me, but whadda I know?”

Dipper smiled at him, regaining some of the life that he’d lost during his all-day workout. His brows raised as he took in Stan’s new jeans and T-shirt, the outfit capped off by his new bomber jacket.

“Hey, you look good. I like your jacket. And you finally got hair gel?”

“Thanks.” Stan thumbed the collar of his jacket, remembering the one Ford had worn when they were kids. Which, now that he was thinking about it…

“How’s about you go get ready?” Stan nudged the boy with his foot, toes digging into Dipper’s ribs and making him giggle. “We’re headin’ to a friend of mine’s for dinner and you stink.”

Dipper’s face fell. “Do we really have time for me to shower? I― I mean, is it really necessary?”

“Yep.” Stan said firmly, nudging the boy again. “Go ― use soap this time.”

The boy groaned dramatically, but headed upstairs anyway.

He could hear Mabel in the attic, singing along to some pop song at the top of her lungs. Once he heard the shower cut on, Stan bolted for the vending machine.

It was risky as hell, but he’d done worse lately.

All of Ford’s old things that might have given away his identity were stored in the basement. Six-fingered gloves, old home movies and pictures ― they all lived in boxes in the observation room. Along with a trunk of keepsakes that Ma had sent after Pa died and the pawnshop closed. She’d moved in with Shermie those last few years before her death and wanted ‘Stanford’ to have all of the twins’ old things. Probably in hopes he’d use them with a son of his own one day.

And in the trunk, there was a little old jacket with patched elbows that had seen the boys through many an adventure.

Ford’s bomber jacket.

Stan lifted it out of the trunk reverently, like one would a precious artifact. It was soft beneath his fingers, the fabric worn and the fur lining a bit matted. The elbow patches were fraying and it smelled of mothballs and old books.

He buried his face in the lining with a sniffle, wondering why he and Ford had ever drifted apart in the first place.

Stan knew he was a screw-up, but he still had no idea what he’d done to make Ford want to move across the country to get away from him.

“When did you stop liking me, Poindexter?” he sighed, tucking the jacket beneath his arm. He checked the security cameras before heading back upstairs. He’d had plenty of time to get the jacket and hide it in his room before Dipper and Mabel were ready for dinner.

No worries.

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“Uh, did you just see that, dude?” Soos whispered to Wendy, his eyes wide with shock.

“Secret door to a secret basement in the Mystery Shack?” Wendy confirmed, her normally cool facade beginning to crack. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Good to know.”

[majoryeager104]

Hi ! I really like your content, your writing is amazing (your cat looks even more amazing)

Can I request Shigaraki with an introverted (not shy) s/o ? Thanks if you do.

omg thxxx 🫶 my cat appreciates the compliment too lol

Also sorry it took me so long to get to this 😓 I been busy w getting ready for the holidays 🙏

anyways here you go <3

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Tomura understood you. You were quiet, and kept to yourself most days. Not because you were shy, or nervous around people, no you were just…solitary. “Hey y/n, Twice and Toga wanna throw an anniversary party”

“anniversary? For what?”

“the league…we’ve been active a whole year”

“oh…do they need help setting up?”

“no, but they invited you”

Silence. Tomura stepped closer, sitting on the edge of your bed where you sat reading your favorite manga. “but, I had a better idea.”

You looked up at him, tilting your head. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to hang out with your friends, it’s just that a party sounded… loud. So at this point, you’d take an excuse or two to say your busy and let them down gently so you don’t end up going to said party, and standing there awkwardly till it’s over. What kind of party would it be anyways? You didn’t know, but you let Tomura continue. “I was thinking you and I could be too busy to go”

Oh no. More plans.

“busy with what?”

“well, Toga and Twice will think we’re busy on a date. This is the anniversary of something else too, you know”

he had that smirk on his face. The one that he only got when he was up to some form of mischief. You followed suit, a small smile forming on your lips as well.

“which is?”

“when I met you.”

As he spoke, he leaned in, his hand carefully resting on yours, two fingers lifted as precaution for his quirk. You couldn’t help but blush despite yourself, laughing as you glanced back down at your manga.

“so they’ll think we’re on a date?”

“yeah”

His smirk grew a bit wider as his hand left yours to carefully brush hair away from your eyes. For a guy who could disintegrate anything he touched, he sure as hell was gentle.

“but we…won’t be?”

“you’ve caught on”

“then what will we be doing?”

You giggled, finally setting your manga aside, giving him your full attention, just like he’d wanted.

“…wanna play that game Apex you were talking about? I’ll cover snacks and stuff, we can just hang out in my room and play trios.”

Your eyes practically lit up at his suggestion, and then and there he knew he’d won you over. Your small smile formed into a wide grin, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. How cute.

“all night?”

“all night.”

Now how could you say no to that? As I mentioned before, Tomura understood you, to a greater degree than you realized. He’d let Toga and Twice down later, because if he was honest he didn’t want to go to the party either. He enjoyed the comfortable silence and homey company that you brought with you when the two of you pulled all nighters like this much more than he’d ever enjoy a big flashy party. Jeez, maybe he was an introvert too.

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[yagamisdiary]

hey girl let me just vent about how sexy you are ok. So the year is 2021 I'm in bed scrolling through Tiktok and keep on seeing girls crying over Eren fanfiction and I thought who are these dumb bitches crying about Eren fanfiction let me tell you I'm the eren yeager fanfiction library I know the ins and outs of every eren yeager fanfictions its in my blood yk anyways, I enjoyed them but I never cried over them and stuff at the TIME. so I'm like the girls never lie, so I got on my little reading app I don't know if you've heard of it, but it's called w-w-wattpad anyways type up parasite first thing to come up mind you! and I see it 20hrs+ and I thought HELL NO these 13-year-old girls r on some mad shit rn I'm not doing all that. So I sat on it for a few days and videos on my fyp kept on coming up and I was in lockdown so I didn't have anything better to do SO FUCK IT. I started reading I'm a hater bro I was trying too hard to be different anyways I get to the bonfire chapter and when y/n goes to Eren and gives him that snore OH SOMETHING HIT ME my feet were in the air giggling like a little kid let me tell you and I was addicted since that day, even dragging y/n feet down in the lake, THE STARGAZING AND THE DONT KISS ME HAUNTING MEEEEE,eren being a stoner and an emo boy is forever in my soul and sorry guys unpopular opinion but the disabled toilet scene was lowkey good like forgot about that goatee hehe…. but when she got SHOT LIKE TWIN I FELT THAT TOO, MY HEART WAS BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST, BREATHING WAS GETTING SHORTER like its real emotions let we tell you. Dont get me started on the way Eren was so caring afterward my man my man knows how to treat a girl right and then the Halloween chapter and which was the latest chapter at the time and this was the one everyone was crying about so I got my tissues knowing I won't be needing them so I'm reading 3 am mind you, boneing sesh, hot, in love, Eren outfit slays, when that door opened to yk I was ready to fight a bitch, like my blood was boiling it was sizzling and I thought my baby going to stick up for this fine ass NO LETs BREAK UP ITS NOT FUN ANYMORE EVERYONE KNOWS YOU JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER GIRL YOU CRY ALL THE TIME HAVE PANIC ATTACKS AND YOU RELY TO MUCH ON ME, the way I'm crying is real THAT SHIT hit so hard it's not even funny like these "dumb bitches" were right THIS IS A REAL BREAKUP like I can't even say how I was feeling cause it was so much, like sleeping that night wasn't an option. But then I managed to get some sleep and I woke up to the most sexy notification of the ages parasite update chapter called Eren's Halloween I WAS SHITTING BRICKS. Anyways what I'm trying to say is that this book has been such a big help to me over the years this is my escape and a place where I can find something different and I just wanted to tell you cause I have been holding this in for three years buddy like I'm in the shadows liking your stories following you on everything but has always been too scared to say anything so here I am saying something and over the last few weeks its been really hard on me, mentally and physically and ik parasite is construction you could say BUT BITCH TAKE YOUR TIME CAUSE, TIMELESS WORK TAKE TIME MWAH back to my point I have been thinking in my head about different scenarios and points in the book to make me feel better and its so weird but I start smiling like its not just the book but the community around it too. So I'm going to wrap this up cause my fingers really hard but please take care of yourself and I hope you r eating good tonight xoxo Your stalker from 2021

this is the funniest thing i’ve ever read & a canon experience i fear

[damagedintellect]

Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 3  💌  

Summary:  You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes:  I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,185 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 4 =>

The alarm was going off but Craig didn't have the energy to turn it off, his entire body felt heavy and he didn't want to move. He forced himself to open his eyes, frowning as he patted around for the phone turning the alarm off. His throat felt sore, despite him not yelling the day prior and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Craig tried to take a deep breath but he couldn't he ended up coughing instead. Closing his eyes he sank back into the blankets.

"Fuck"

He quickly sent a text to Clyde and attempted to go back to sleep. He could practically hear (Y/n) say "Who's the dumbass now, I thought I told you not to get sick." in that annoying cadence she uses when talking to him. Thinking about it made his head hurt and sent a shiver down his spine, maybe he should put his jacket on or get another blanket or something. He tried to stand up. His body didn't want to but it did so anyway however he couldn't find his jacket. He cursed himself again forgetting that he gave it to (Y/n). His head has been a mess lately because of her. Craig wanted to go check if there was any medicine in the house but he was already annoyed. He didn't have the patience to check and opted to go back to sleep.

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Bebe had asked if you wanted a ride to school since you barely made it on time yesterday. You accepted it just as long as she didn't drag you to another girls club meeting. She promised she wouldn't but she was just so giddy about it you felt like she was lying to you. You still had a few minutes before she would get to your house. You laid on your bed holding up Craig's jacket. You were half tempted to wear it today but then again maybe it's better if you don't, in fact you should probably give it back. You sniffed the jacket once more, you had washed it last night since it was super wet when you got home. You felt bad that you made him go jacketless and you should have given it back then but it wouldn't have done him much good anyways. Honestly you wondered if he even had another jacket. You've only ever seen him wear this one and with good reason it was hella comfortable but still. Your phone rang and you shoved his jacket in your backpack as you put your shoes on and walked out the door.

As soon as you got in the car Bebe was giggling giving you this weird look. "Can I help you?" you questioned her as she smiled "Sooooo~"

"So?"

"Craig took you home yesterday didn't he! I heard he gave you his jacket, what happened, I need details women!" you frowned, word really does go around fast. You wondered if this was the reason she wanted to give you a ride "He didn't really give me his jacket per say. It's more like I stole it from him and he didn't care." Bebe kept her eyes on the road but snickered "That's not what I heard." she said in a sing song tune. You rolled your eyes at her these goddamn rumors are going to be the end of you, you swear "Yeah okay, well what did you hear?" you paused only a little curious "You know what on second thought maybe it's better I don't know." You stare outside the window. Either way you're probably dead Craig was going to yell at you again. Not that it mattered or more over not that you cared. "Whatever the case he walked me home and that was it end of story. We didn't even talk much on the way home." As Bebe pulled into the school parking lot she turned to you. "(Y/n) that guy you have a crush on it's Craig isn't it?" You inhaled so fast you choked coughing a bit. She should know by now your indifference to Craig.

"Excuse me? Fuck no, are you serious?" Bebe sighed at your answer and parked the car. "I figured you'd say that." You got out of her car and both walked into the school ignoring the looks you got from people "Why ask then? Don't tell me you're starting to believe the rumors." As you walked through the main hall you saw Clyde leaning on the wall next to Bebe's locker.

"I mean, you haven't told me who it is so it could be anybody, but if you must know" Bebe only pushed past you to hug Clyde "I asked because Clyde and I are finally an item and I thought a double date would have been cute." She kissed him on the cheek and you clapped "Wow, and here I thought I was going to be the middleman forever." They both smiled awkwardly at you recalling all the countless times they both had asked you to play wing man for them. It seemed like all that was worth it, they looked really happy together. Bebe nudged you playfully "Now it's your turn you have to get a boyfriend too sorry (Y/n), I don't make the rules."

"Oh haha" You sighed "Unfortunately I don't see that happening anytime soon. At least not while everyone thinks I'm dating Craig." you looked up to see Wendy and Stan walking together. Stan noticed you out of the corner of his eye. You made eye contact and waved as they made their way over to you. "Morning." you didn't know who to address first so you panicked and ended up saying the first thing that came into your mind.

"How're you feeling (Y/n)? It looked pretty bad yesterday" Stan said looking concerned. Just like yesterday you tense up and stutter "I-I-I yeah, I'm okay. It's not the first time I've fallen this year." you laugh awkwardly as Wendy put two and two together "Oh my god that was you? I heard Craig had to carry some poor girl to the nurses office!" you slump looking at the floor "hehe ah yup that, that was me." you said flatly as she put a hand on your shoulder "Hey at least you two are getting along this year, a lot of people think you're dating."

"Yeah no, we're really not. I'm as single as ever." putting your hand up in defense. Bebe laughs as she pinches your cheeks "Such a shame the number one hottest girl in the school's single." Stan smiled in disbelief "Really? That's surprising but then again I'm one to talk." Wendy laughed adding "I'm sure with your new title you could get anyone you wanted." You scratched the back of your neck and wondered if that was true. You looked up at Stan. Maybe you should just ask if he'd like to hang out sometime. After all you guys are friends right? You sure hoped he thought you were a friend. You were about to open your mouth to say something and the first bell rang "We should probably get going, Stan." Wendy said as he nodded turning back to make eye contact "It's reassuring to see that you're okay (Y/n)" they waved you all off as you, Bebe and Clyde also walked to your first class. "You hear that (Y/n), you defs could have any guy you wanted."

"Sure" you said sarcastically watching Stan walk away. It's not like there was anything wrong with being single, it just seems nice. You guys walked into class and sat down at your table.

You looked at the empty chair and at the clock. Seems like Craig was skipping first period again. Clyde and Bebe were already flirting with each other and you felt like a third wheel. You wanted something like that or maybe something less lovey dovey. The class started and the teacher started taking attendance. When Craig's name was called Clyde answered "Out sick" and you stared in his direction. You knew Craig would get sick in the rain without his jacket.

"I fucken called it" you whisper under your breath. Clyde looked at you and blinked "What?"

"I told him he'd get sick, but he didn't listen." You rest your head on the table "I should give him back his jacket." You slumped feeling guilty. Clyde's eyes widened, "You still have his jacket?" You ignored him still thinking about how Craig is sick and it's kind of your fault. "Maybe I should bring him some soup." You look at the clock again class wouldn't be over for a while, but you could probably hit a farmers market or something and make him some good soup and not just something from a can. "Hey do you guys want to skip school?" Clyde stopped what he was doing, it wasn't like you to skip class.

"I thought you'd never ask? I think we're finally rubbing off on you." Bebe cheered in excitement it wasn't everyday that you chose to break the rules. Clyde leaned back with his hands resting behind his head "Where do you wanna go?" You looked out the window "A few places" you didn't want to say no matter what they're going to get the wrong idea. Clyde sighs "Eh good enough for me." with that you all waited for class to end.

As soon as the bell rang you all walked to the main hall. During the passing period it was very easy to slip away considering there were so many students traversing the halls. This was the first time you've made an effort to skip class and to your surprise no one was caught. Once you got to the parking lot you made it to Clyde's truck "So where too first?"

"Where ever the nearest store is." You mentally made a list while Bebe plugged her phone into the aux cord. "So we're def going to Craig's right (Y/n)."

"Shut up, I feel bad okay!" There were a few beats of silence before they both started laughing "I totally called it! You guys are dating!"

"I already told you no we're not. I just don't want to be in debt." Clyde turned to you "Yeah sure you keep telling yourselves that. One day you're gonna realize it and it's going to hit you hard." You rolled your eyes, as if. "I keep telling you guys I have a crush on someone else but go off I guess." Bebe pats your head "Well maybe we'd believe you if, hmmmm, I don't know you told us who it was." you sighed maybe you should just tell them.

"Fine!" you took a deep breath "I like Stan, now you can stop bringing it up." They both went quiet as Clyde pulled into the parking lot. "Well shit." He said as he parked the car. They both looked in your direction "Yeah no kidding" you grunted rolling your eyes at them as you grab your wallet out of your bag and left the vehicle. At this point you didn't care who knew. With all the rumors about you and Craig, you would be shocked to even get a date with someone.

You walked into the store and grabbed a basket. They followed you in and Bebe hugged you from behind "I understand why you didn't want to tell me now." You scoffed "No shit, now hand me 3 potatoes" she pouts at your response but does as she was asked. "Clyde and I promise we won't tell anybody." Clyde nods "Yeah pinky swear if I have too."

"I figured you guys wouldn't. I mostly told you because I don't have a chance at all." you put some more produce in the basket. "I mean you never know until you ask him." Bebe was right but with the way he hangs around Wendy you doubt it. "My main concern is Wendy."

"Fair enough but, you're already giving up if you don't do anything."

You guys finished up the shopping buying celery, carrots, potatoes, elbow pasta, chicken breast, chicken stock and some evaporated milk. You bought enough for all four of you to eat. Given that you guys were going to skip lunch anyhow, Clyde and Bebe even gave you some cash for their portions. Which was nice of them but they didn't have too you would have cooked for them regardless. "So what off to Craig's" Clyde asked just to make sure "I guess so." He pulled out of the store parking lot and made his way to the Tucker residence. A few minutes later you arrived at Craig's house.

Apparently Clyde knew where the hide a key was and let you all in. He said that Craig wouldn't even notice as long as he was in his room considering it was upstairs. Clyde went to go check on Craig to possibly distract him if need be while You and Bebe made your way to the kitchen. She was curious and wanted to watch you cook.

"I didn't know you could cook, I think that's hot." You shrugged continuing to chop everything up, already tossing the chicken in the frying pan. "My parents aren't around much. We tend to move around often so they're always busy working, but I enjoy cooking it's not that big of a deal." You set up a pot to boil the noodles at the same time. You set the cooked chicken aside for the moment while grabbing the bowl you put all the vegetables in. Using the same pan you used for the chicken, you saute the vegetables in the sweet juices that remained at the bottom of the pan. You had also taken some butter from the fridge which you hoped was okay. Clyde came back down shortly after "Something smells really good." You had just finished putting everything in the pot as Clyde walked in the kitchen "Now we let it simmer for 20 minutes." They both applaud you before you started on the dishes. After you were done he took you guys upstairs. There were pictures on the wall from when Craig was a kid. Most if not all of them he was giving the bird. The ones that caught your eye were of the soccer and baseball teams. You never really pegged him as the sports kind of person but then again there was probably a lot you didn't know about Craig.

"He's out like a light, he's a pretty heavy sleeper. I tried to wake him and still nothing." He opened his door. Craig's room was less cluttered than you imagined it would be. You wouldn't consider him to be a neat freak but everything seemed so organized and clean. Clyde dug through his bag and pulled out his switch "In the meantime, you guys wanna play Mariokart?." You and Bebe grinned at him.

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"THAT IS BS!!! HOW'D YOU GET A BLUE SHELL IN SECOND PLACE!!!"

"I am R N Gesus." Bebe was proud of her random luck and Clyde couldn't help but smile at the blonde "You're lucky I love you."

Craig heard voices, he wanted to continue sleeping and for a second he thought the voices were part of some weird dream. But this wasn't a dream he opened his eyes when he realized who those voices belong to. He frowned when he saw Clyde and Bebe kissing. He didn't say anything just quietly watched. "This might as well be happening" he thought to himself. He was happy for his best friend. Clyde and Bebe have been beating around the bush since the 4th grade but did they really have to do this in his room. He heard another set of footsteps and looked to the door as it opened.

You walked in holding a tray of the soup you made earlier and saw Bebe and Clyde making out. You grimaced "Really in front of my soup." They paid no mind to your comment and just continued. They only jumped when they heard a voice from behind them.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Craig managed to say before he was hit with a coughing fit. "Not that I told ya so but, I told ya so." You handed him the tray and sat in his desk chair "I made you soup." Craig didn't question it and just accepted it. He was grateful he had good friends even though he'd never admit you were his friend. He enjoyed your constant bickering too much. You had traded places with Clyde for the next race and he sat on the bed with Craig.

"Clyde how many times have I told you, you're not allowed to use the hide a key" Clyde smiled sheepishly knowing he wasn't supposed too but he thought it would be funny, and it was. It was really funny and seeing Craig's reaction was worth it. It's not like they were going to be missing anything on the third day of school.

"What else was I supposed to do? My best friend was sick." he over exaggerated his expressions swooning and clutching his chest before ending his little scene crossing his arms "You probably didn't even take any medicine." he was right but Craig just flipped him off taking a bite of the soup. He physically perked up, it was good, he turned to look at you. You and Bebe were still on the second lap of the race. "It's good." he said knowing you weren't paying attention. He continued eating as Clyde sat beside him "I know right (Y/n)'s a pretty good cook." He paused watching the race before adding "It was her idea by the way, to skip class to come over." Craig looked over at you and then back to Clyde, he wasn't buying it. Clyde literally makes any excuse he can to skip class.

"Why?"

"Something about being guilty for taking your jacket or some shit." You and Bebe finished the race and you handed the joycon over to Clyde. You only heard the last half of the conversation "That reminds me I still have it." You rummaged through your backpack and pulled out his jacket tossing it to him. Craig set the soup aside for a moment grabbing the jacket, something seemed different. He shoved his face in the jacket and took in a deep breath, "What did you do to it? It smells weird." he kept sniffing the jacket and you raised an eyebrow "I washed it. Why, does it smell clean."

"The fuck? Why would you wash it?"

"Because it's a jacket Craig, it was wet." you stare blankly at him as Bebe and Clyde to turn over "Dude, do you not wash your jacket?" Craig shrugged taking another bite of the soup "It's not like I sweat in it enough to make it stink. Why would I wash it if it doesn't smell like anything." Clyde didn't know how to respond to him just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You sick fuck."

[justkending]

The Slip Up. Epilogue.

Series Summary: After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things finally seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Single mom) Reader

Word Count: 4400+

Warnings: Language, adulting, mentions of sexual past.

A/N: I can not for the life of me find the original post of this and for some reason it is in’t linked in the masterlist even though. I feel like I’ve done it 20 times at this point. Anyway! Here it is again for those rereading it or discovering it recently. I hope you enjoy!!

Epilogue:

The cry coming from the baby monitor was on full blast as it rang through the room in the early morning.

Y/N let out a muffled groan after just falling back asleep from the last wake-up call for a feeding.

"I got it! I got it!" Bucky jumped up.

This had become a common occurrence when it came to the new baby. If she woke in the middle of the night, Bucky was the first up and headed to her room down the hall.

Y/N fluttered her eyes back shut at her husband's save and attempted to go back to sleep. However, she couldn't help the tired smile that formed when she heard him start to softly sing to her like he did anytime she was fussy and fighting sleep. The baby monitor did not do any justice to the sweet voice that he had.

The song was hummed softly and gently sung to her to soothe her back to sleep.

Y/N quietly got out of bed and slowly moved down the hall to the next room over to peek in.

Sure enough, there he was, with their little girl dancing sweetly in their little bubble singing and humming the melody of their wedding song that had now become a lullaby for both their girls.

Sweet little Winnie was easing from her crying fit and catching her breath as she took in the calm that was her father.

"I could hold you in my arms... I could hold you forever," he sang.

She had seen him do this a million times before, yet every time was like the first. Heartwarming, bittersweet, and pure bliss.

"You know, she's never going to learn to sleep on her own if you keep rescuing her," Y/N chuckled, coming up behind him, and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I can't help it," Bucky responded, laying his head softly against the babies. "I don't like the sound of my girl crying."

"Neither do I, but honey, it's not going to help her in the long run," Y/N smiled, brushing her daughter's head as Bucky rubbed her back.

"I know, I know... I'll start tomorrow night," he promised.

"You said that 3 weeks ago... And every day since."

He turned to her, giving her a pouty face. "I know, but I can't help it," he repeated.

"I know. You're just a sucker in love," she giggled some, brushing his bed head out of his face.

"I'll get her back to sleep and meet you back in bed. You go get some rest," he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she looked over her daughter. "I know you're exhausted."

"Mom," Rori's voice cut in.

"Hey, sunshine," she smiled walking over to the sleepy 9-year-old in the doorway. "What are you doing up?"

"I heard you guys talking. I wanted to make sure Winnie was ok," she yawned.

Like her father, she had become love-struck with her baby sister and was always aware when she was in distress.

"She's just fussy right now, sweetheart," Y/N came over and bent down to her level. "Your dad's going to get her back to sleep, but how about you and me cuddle in our bed?"

"Can I?" she asked, excited but still sleep-ridden.

"Why not?" Y/N chuckled, ruffling her hair and turning her down the hall. "I'll be there in a second. Go get comfy."

She turned to Bucky who had a soft smile watching the two as he bounced the newborn.

"I'll be there in a second. You go sleep, doll," he nodded his head.

"She looks like she's already almost out," she smirked.

"I'm magic like that," he winked.

Y/N chuckled before heading back to her room where Rori was already rolled up in the comforter.

Bucky rocked his little girl a few times and though she was calm, she wasn't asleep. He folded like he did most nights and walked quietly back to his room seeing his other two girls already out like a light and morphed into the other.

He placed Winnie into the bassinet that they kept by their bedside just in case and moved it to the edge of his side.

He took a second and with the little bit of moonlight coming in the room, he basked in what his life had become.

He had two little girls with a beautiful and loving wife who he would do absolutely anything for at any given moment. They had a home that was one of a kind and fit them perfectly. They were stable with a good group of friends, and a prospering business each, and everything truly had been uphill since the day his life changed for the better.

He couldn't ask for anything better... Not even a little. He smiled down at Rori and Y/N, brushing their features gently with his fingertips, and then looked over at the little version of Y/N to his side.

"The luck I have shouldn't be possible, but here we are," he said to himself. Then he ever so carefully got under the covers and curled in with his family.

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"Take the shot, Ror! You got it! Go! Go! Go!" Scott shouted as Rori dribbled a ball around one of her opponents, passing them as she moved closer to the goal.

"Yeah! Thatta girl! Show 'em what I taught you!" Bucky shouted alongside him.

"Biggest fans right there," Hope laughed, bouncing her toddler on her leg.

"If you want to downplay it, yeah," Y/N laughed, burping Winnie on her shoulder before moving her back to cradle her in her arms. "I have to convince him every time to let me take care of Winnie during the games because when he wears her in the baby sling he's practically shouting over her for Rori."

"Nice way to lose your hearing before you're even a year old," Hope laughed.

"Sorry! Sorry, we're late!" Steve shouted as he hauled two lawn chairs and a bag of snacks with Peggy just a step in front of him.

"Not going to offer to help him out," Y/N laughed.

"His chivalrous ass won't let me lift a feather. I think I've lost muscle mass because of that man," Peggy smirked and Y/N knew she winked behind her red sunglasses.

"Sounds about right," Y/N nodded.

"And how's my sweet little niece doing?" she changed into a baby voice upon stepping up to Winnie in her mom's lap.

"Creating chaos and giving us a hard time as always," Y/N answered as she passed her off and Peggy rocked her in her own arms.

"Every day she looks more and more like you," Peggy shook her head as she poked the little dimple on her cheek.

Winnifred Elaine Barnes was born a little over 4 months ago. When picking her name, Y/N and Bucky both wanted to pay tribute to his late mother and named the little girl after her. Her middle name was another way of saying shining light. Much like her sister, her name was associated with the beautiful meaning of a ray of sunshine and hope for the parents.

She had dark brown hair and a full head of hair as soon as she entered the world. Her eyes however were the same color as her mom's. To the exact shade and hue.

She looked a lot like Rori when she was her age, but her small features were different and that's where Bucky said she would look more and more like her mom as she grew.

Since the day she was born, you would almost never see her anywhere else besides Bucky's arms. He was infatuated with the little girl. And any second he had both of his girls with him, was as if the light they stood, plus the love he had for them, would just blind if you entered the room.

Speaking of, he had the baby wrap attached to his body ready to take her back as soon as he was done cheering and supporting his oldest.

"How are they doing?" Steve asked, after finishing setting up their area.

"About to go into the halftime break, Rori has already scored a goal and made an assist. They're up 2 points right now," Y/N smiled nodding at the scoreboard.

"Thatta girl," he beamed before going over to where the dads were on the sidelines enthralled in the game.

"So..." Y/N smiled mischievously leaning toward her sister, placing her chin in her hand. "Today's an anniversary for you two, right?"

Peggy rolled her eyes at her and continued bouncing her niece in her arms.

"Yes, 10 months together now," she smiled with a blush. "He's a catch for sure." Hope and Y/N shared a look before both gleaming at Peggy together. "Oh, stop it. We've already talked about how we want to wait until a year before we take those steps you're eyeing me about."

Soon after meeting, Peggy and Steve hit it off instantly. How Bucky or Y/N didn't think about the pairing, they still wonder to this day.

They started dating and made it official about 5 dates in. After that, it's been smooth sailing for both. Peggy got a job in the States just out of the city. Steve had begun working on his master's in Administration after Rori's class went through and was now the Principal at Rori's school.

"Well, as long as you're happy..." Y/N left it at that. Until... "But you guys are going to get married, right?"

"Y/N," Peggy groaned.

"What? I'm just asking," she shrugged nonchalantly. "It'd be nice to have Steve as her actual uncle. Not that he isn't already, but you know. Legally and all."

Peggy just laughed and waved her off.

"Hey, when do you start back at the clinic?" Hope questioned.

"I'm taking a solid 5 months of maternity for myself. Since I'm the boss and I know that place could run without me 24/7, unlike my last job. Plus, even if I were to come back to normal time, they would kick me out and force me to take a few more months off. They want me to have a solid 6 months, but I told them I need a change of scenery from diapers and baby bottles soon, or I'll go crazy."

"Newborns are cute and fun for a little, but after a hundred bottle makings, you can't do it much longer," Hope nodded in agreement. "I say that, but I wouldn't quit being a mom for a second." Luis on her lap giggled as he played with a small book he was enthralled with.

"Hey, Peggy," Bucky smiled as he and the rest of the men came back to the small tent they had set up.

"Hey, Buck. Don't think for a second of stealing her," she warned knowing he would put his baby in the sling he still wore as soon as she let him. "You get to see her every day."

"Yet, it's not enough for the man," Steve laughed. "Can I steal her though?"

Peggy was hesitant at feeling like she just got her turn, but she gave in and passed her on to her Uncle Steve.

Steve began unapologetically cooing at the baby and baby talking to her as he walked around the area while bouncing her around.

"Yeah, you can't tell me you don't want to settle down with that," Y/N mumbled to Peggy.

Peggy watched as Bucky slowly made his way over to once again steal her from someone, and Steve dodged him to make sure he got his fair share of time with his niece.

"Oh, there's no question of that," Peggy answered with a smile.

Eventually, the game went on and Bucky was able to steal his girl for a little while before Rori was back in the game and he passed her back over to Peggy as he went to cheer on his oldest.

The team ended up winning 6-2 and took home a trophy for the small little tournament they were in. Each of the teammates got a little medal of their own for their achievements.

After a trip to Moo Moo's with everyone, a tradition, they bought a small little pint of Bucky and Rori's favorite ice cream flavor and headed home to relax.

They had been in the house for a year now. It was completely decorated and renovated to their liking.

On the fireplace, were rows of pictures of all sizes from part of their lives.

One where Y/N and Rori were knocked out from a movie night on the couch. It was close to when they first started hanging out altogether. Then another where it was Bucky and Rori covered in ice cream, for at least one of them, on one of their first dates after a soccer game.

In another, it was the three of them that Hope had captured the day that Bucky proposed on their porch. It was taken from the doorway as they huddled together in a hug with the cat smooshed in the middle of them.

One of the bigger frames had a picture from their wedding day. They had decided to go to the courthouse and have a small commencement of their love. Y/N still went and bought a dress for the occasion as did Rori and after they had signed the marriage licenses and certificate they went to their house for a celebration.

(small details of the wedding)

Every single one of their friends was there and Bucky and Y/N had done up the backyard to have a nice little reception back there. It was small and quaint and had everything they could hope for to bring the two together.

One of the best pictures they had was of the day Winnifred had come into the world to join their family. Y/N was in the hospital bed laying on her side with Rori tucked into her and next to them was Bucky holding Winnie in his arms as he showed Rori her little sister for the first time. Y/N was exhausted after a long 18 hours of labor, but the smile on her face showed it was all worth it.

Bucky had been crying at the delivery of his second child and had an arm wrapped around the back of his family as he coddled them into the buddle they were on the bed.

And of course, scattered throughout those pictures were candids of Rori and Alpine cuddled together during a nap. Bucky and Winnie passed out on the couch with a Dodgers baseball game playing in the background. Hope and Y/N with their youngest on the park bench. Uncle Steve, Bucky, and the two little girls on the back porch playing in the garden with Rori. Scott dressed like a princess with Doris and Rori dressed as fairies and a mermaid. Bucky throwing Rori into the air at the pool while sprinkles of water droplets accented the picture. Rori standing next to Pietro and Wanda at one of the soccer games she won. Nat held Winnie while Rori clung to her leg while at work with Bucky. Peggy and Y/N holding each other tight while out for a girl's night with Hope. And of course, a picture of Bucky, his sister, her daughter Jay, and Rori and Winnie all smiling at the zoo with a bear on its hind legs behind them.

Pictures like this and more were scattered throughout the house to show everyone that came in just how close this family was.

"Rori, will you go feed Alpine real fast?" Y/N shouted after Rori took off to her room from getting home.

Bucky was bringing in the car seat with Winnie, and Y/N came in with the cooler going to the fridge to put anything up that needed to be.

"Yeah! One second!" she shouted back.

"Where is that little rascal anyway?" Y/N asked as she looked around trying to see if he was in any of his favorite places in the kitchen.

A loud meow came from around the corner, and he immediately rubbed up on Bucky's leg.

"Found him," Bucky laughed, leaning down and petting him before placing the car seat on the kitchen counter.

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The three got settled back at home while Rori took a shower and Y/N fed Winnie. Eventually, a late dinner was had and everyone was in bed ready to call it a night. Rori was the first one out, and Y/N had relented to letting Winnie sleep in their room again after having too many fussy nights one after the other.

"Did you get her down?" Y/N asked, coming out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and from her evening routine.

"Like a light," Bucky responded with a smile, turning his body in bed to admire her as she got situated on her side.

"The real question is for how long?" Y/N chuckled, plugging in her phone and pulling back the covers.

"That's a question I may never have the answer to," Bucky laughed, pulling her closer to him as soon as she was in bed. Y/N curled into him like and burrowed herself into his chest in comfort. "Long day, hm?"

"Very," she said, taking in a deep breath. "But Rori killed it and won Silver. Very proud of her and also of Winnie for being a happy baby most of the tournament."

"Helps when her dad's holding her," Bucky grinned proudly.

"I held her most the day," Y/N glared playfully.

"Yeah, but when I held her, she was always happy," Bucky bragged.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. You have two little daddy's girls," she pouted.

"I think Rori's split in half."

"Yeah, sure..."

"Hey, maybe we just need a boy."

Y/N turned her head up slowly looking at him.

"Sir, I'm not going through another 18 hours of labor anytime soon. Give me a second to rest."

Bucky bursted out with a laugh.

"I'm joking. I'm joking," he rubbed her arm, pulling her back to him. "Obviously not now," he said in a mumble.

"Bucky!" Y/N pushed back in shock, but couldn't help the laugh that came out with it.

"Ok, ok! Conversation for another time," he put his hands up in defense. "I can't promise that it won't be talked about ever again though."

She rolled her eyes. "Give it a year and maybe, I'll consider talking about it..." she relented.

"Fine, fine," he smiled, knowing he was just bringing it up now to rile her up. "On another note, did I tell you what Steve brought up today?"

"No, what?" she asked, very intrigued now.

"Has to do with Peggy and him," he smirked.

"No! He's going to do it?" she jumped sitting straight up on her knees looking down at him.

"In a month or so," Bucky nodded, grabbing one of her hands. "He's got to get the ring, the sizing, the plan to do it and all that first, which I told him you'd be happy to help in that department."

"Absolutely! Yes!" she cheered. "Oh, but wait! I talked to Peggy today and she seemed to think they weren't going to even do it until a year."

"Yeah, but I guess there's been talk about sooner between the two, but really Peggy just wanted to wait until they were completely settled in in their new house."

The couple had moved in just this week together after almost a year of dating, they decided to move in considering they didn't plan on breaking up soon or ever for that matter. Plus, considering Peggy was always at Steve's apartment or at Y/N's house helping out, her own apartment was never really lived in. She was just wasting money on a flat where no one stayed.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! This is amazing!" Y/N jumped in her spot.

"I know, I know, but you can't tell anyone. And you especially can't give the surprise away," he shushed as there was a sleeping baby next to them. "I only told you because of the ring thing and Steve does need your help with it."

"Well, that and I'm your wife. You better not be keeping any secrets from me," she pointed.

He laughed at her and shook his head before pulling her back to him.

"No other secrets, doll. Just know you'll get excited and might spill."

"Oh shush, I'm great at secrets."

Before Bucky could argue that fact, Alpine meowed and jumped on the bed. Moving to Y/N's side where he resided when he wasn't monitoring Rori at night.

"You get her fast asleep, pal?" Bucky asked, referencing their oldest.

He meowed in response before stretching and curling in a ball at the end of the bed.

Y/N let out a long sigh before fully collapsing into Bucky for the night.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he responded.

"I love you," she whispered.

"The feeling is very much mutual, Y/N."

Here are a few pictures of what I imagined parts of their house to look like:

(Go check out Tumblr (link in bio) chapter for more pictures. Not all of them would load here)

[hardlypartying]

I’m going to need to revisit the conversation saying that krcg is the golden child, bc now we have a release day for all of the last chapters??

Ma’am, what about silver spoons. We are a cult, and we need answers. We need silver spoons to breathe.

By any chance are we getting a release day for poor emo child silver spoons 😭

And while I love krcg, silver spoons is a cult, and it has its own fandom inside of Riara.

Anyway, *goes hide in the corner*

(I’m joking. I know real life is hard and you can not just write and write. FF is a hobby. And I’m really greatful you’re sharing your stories as it is) 💘

Trust me that conversation is always on my mind, I'll never forget you calling me Ward 🙄 let the punishment fit the crime 😌

Silver Spoons is coming sooner than you think— I need to rejig some of the conversations because I’m not sure what I want to reveal when and by whom. KRCG is easier to write in that regard, silver spoons is such a labor of love and a game of chess haha, and I’m so happy you’re sending me messages and support for that!! Silver Spoons is the hardest thing I've ever written and I'm beyond proud of it but I often need some time to make sure I’m putting the utmost care and thought into it to ensure it hits as hard for you as it does in my mind lol. I could talk about this story forever but it would be such a boreeee, so I just yap away to myself as I move around plot points and have epiphanies that tie up loose ends I tell myself "I'll let to later". Overall, it's chaos in my mind and I really don't have a barometer of how my work translates to people so having you love it this much is such an unbelievable feeling and I'm so so so grateful <3 <3

I’m giggling at you calling silver spoons a cult, with great power comes great responsibility— trust me that this chapter is going to be a treat for y’all fiending for a chapter but I guesssss I can be nice today and throw you a bone ;)

Here’s a sneak peek:

“Here,” Rafe says, only a breath louder than the voices coming through the speakers. He hands her a small leather box, bigger than her palm but not by much. “You pull some shit like you did in Singapore again and—” She opens it to reveal a delicate necklace. She holds it between her fingers, a thin gold chain with a small circular hollowed-out pendant in the middle. “It’s your funeral.” Rafe finishes as Kiara inspects the necklace, even in the deepening night she can still see the glint of the stones on the pendant. “A necklace?” “A tracker.” His fingers reach for the pendant and run across the little diamonds encrusted on it, “Asked Atlas to make it before everything. In hindsight, I realize I made the right call.” “You want to track me.” Kiara states dryly. As if her freedom hadn’t been violated enough by Rafe. “You got lucky last time,” Rafe continues to admire the necklace, finally pulling back and looking at her. “I can’t say it’ll be the same next time.” Kiara grits her teeth, “I’m not going to run.” He doesn’t believe her and just shrugs, “That’s your prerogative. Wear the necklace or don’t, I’m not gonna force you.”

Chapter 11 will be out on Tuesday the 22nd but you have to promise me to savor it because I have not written a lick of Chapter 12 yet! But I think you'll have enough to sink your teeth whilst I write Chapter 12 :)