#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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[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

[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.

[judeswhore]

can u please write something abt stealing jude’s hoodies or just wearing his clothes in general 🫠

this has been in my inbox since DECEMBER and i was clearing it out so i just thought i’d post a little something since i’ve had a lot of people ask

this is kinda short and shit but anyway <3

it had become a somewhat subconscious habit at this point. reaching into jude's wardrobe, fingers automatically finding a piece of clothing that was definitely his, whether it be a shirt, a hoodie, sometimes even a pair of his joggers, and slipping it on without even a seconds thought. you'd stopped asking forever ago, had simply adopted the attitude that his clothes were yours so much so that now you sometimes did forget which things didn't belong to you.

not that jude minded, there was nothing he adored more than seeing you kitted out in his things. his tummy turned to mush and the smile on his face almost hurt whenever he spotted you in one of his hoodies, finger tips just peaking out from the sleeves. he liked it even more when you worked the hoodie he was already wearing, off him, fingers tugging at the hem, pulling and giggling until he was slipping it over his head. before he even had the chance to get excited you were undressing him for other reasons, you were pulling it on yourself, head popping out from the hole with that devious grin, chin tipping down so you could tuck your nose away in the collar and breathe him in.

"how do you keep them so soft?" jude would roll his eyes, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his chest, defeated to the fact he'd most likely lose the hoodie for a while. he'd get it back eventually, when it had lost his scent and it's softness, when you found something else of his you liked more and then the cycle would continue.

your tendency to never wear your own things meant jude wasn't at all surprised when you met him at the airport after his flight back to dortmund, your entire outfit one he was certain he'd wore only days before leaving you. he knew for sure the blue hoodie was his, it was relatively new and he distinctly remembered your chastising tone over how much it had cost. the joggers too he was certain belonged in his drawer, grey and a little washed out, rolled a few times at your ankles to make them fit. despite the distance still between you he had a sneaky feeling that the blue socks on your feet were his too, his head shaking as his lips tilted into a smile.

it was almost 3am and he could tell you were tired, face soft and a little clouded with sleep as though you'd not long since woke up, your body bouncing lazily on the balls of your feet. you hadn't spotted him yet, too busy watching a family reunite with their dad, a hand written card most definitely done by the two little boys being waved in the air.

"you've never shown up with one of those for me." his voice startled you, your look of shock turning quickly to a grin, eyes lighting up as the sleepy expression cleared instantly. you practically launched yourself at him, arms around his neck, face tucked away against his throat and his soft "umph" of surprise vibrated through you. a giggled apology was pressed into his skin, lips warm and comforting. "missed me?"

"maybe just a little." jude dropped his bag to the floor beside you so he could wind his arms around your waist, his head turning so he could press a kiss to the side of yours. he grinned into your hair.

"only a little?"

"mhm."

"you sure? because i'm kind of thinking you've tried to clone me." you untucked your face from the crook of his neck, head tilted back to meet his gaze, brows drawn together in confusion. one of his hands came up and tugged at the drawstring of the hoodie you were wearing, his smirk growing. "i'm sure this belongs to me."

you glanced down, brows smoothing over, lips parting and jude was certain you hadn't even realised what exactly you were wearing. he brushed his fingertips beneath the waistband of the joggers, blew out a breathy laugh when your eyes snapped back to his. "these as well are from my drawer and i'm sure those are a pair of socks your nan got me for christmas." you shuffled your feet and sent him a sheepish smile.

"they're the first things i grabbed."

"yeah?"

"i didn't even realise."

"i think you just missed me too much."

"they were at the top of the laundry pile."

"you can admit it, don't go all shy on me, baby." jude watched your eye roll and grinned, dipped his head to kiss you for the first time, soft and sweet before nudging your nose. his smile only grew wider when you tried to chase his mouth for more, lips turning pouty when he dodged your attempted kisses. "i bet you've raided my entire wardrobe haven't you?"

“have not.”

“what’re you wearing under these?” again the very tips on his fingers dipped into the back of your joggers and he watched your nose scrunch adorably, gaze shifting away from his. you dropped your arms from around his neck and instead pushed them around his waist, pressing into him until your chin was pressed into the front of his shirt. jude grinned and switched positions with you, his arms resting loose over your shoulders.

“your clothes are so much comfier than mine.”

“you’re lucky you’re pretty.” he cupped your jaw, ducked down and tilted your mouth up to slot softly over his. he kissed you slow, languid drags of his lips against yours until the both of you were breathless. he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, the tip of your nose, forehead last before grinning. he pulled the hood up over your head and twisted the drawstrings around fingers, pulled tight until your face was hidden behind the material.

you groaned loudly, swatted at his chest when he again kissed your nose through the little gap.

“you’re also lucky i think it’s cute when you wear my clothes otherwise you’d owe me thousands for theft.”

[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.

[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

[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 :)

[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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This album 👌😮‍💨

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[iheartyouyou]

Kill Bill | Tate Langdon

Summary: Tate randomly breaks up with you, moving on with Violet. It sucks, because you’re a ghost too, stuck in the house forever with a broken heart. But luckily there is a way out. Or is there? (Loosely based on the song “Kill Bill” by SZA.)

Word count: 1.6k

Part two: here

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death & suic*de, not proofread and probably more (sorry!)

Author’s Note: I’m obsessed with SZA’s new album and I’ve been wanting to write for Tate for a while, and so what better way than to write some angst? Anyways, please leave feedback! <3

You frown as you stared at the new couple— Tate and Violet— from the window, holding hands as you heard their muffled laughter. Tate was holding a candy bucket, they just got back from trick-or-treating.

That was supposed to be your guys’ thing, not their thing. It was the one day you could leave this shit hole— Tate promised he would take you trick-or-treating after you confessed to him you’ve never been.

Tate broke up with you not too long ago after dating for 11 months and 13 days. You guys couldn’t even make it to your one year anniversary. You guys would’ve, if it wasn’t for him.

It started with him acting distant, making up excuses and running away from you. Then after two weeks of not seeing or hearing anything from him, he dumps you. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, as if he didn’t convince you to take your own life and spend the rest of eternity with him.

And now he had a new girlfriend— Violet Harmon. Her family had moved in a little bit ago, Violet immediately catching Tate’s attention.

It’s funny how the same thing happened with you. You wondered if it was a endless cycle, you wondered if the same thing would happen to her.

You hadn’t officially met her yet— deciding to stay in the shadows, she seemed sweet, but you just couldn’t help but hate her.

The couple made their way inside the house, the steps becoming closer and closer. You froze, becoming unseen.

“You know what we should watch?” You heard him ask Violet, the both of them stepping into her room before closing the door.

You came closer to the door, placing your ear against it to hear their conversation.

“Tate, I’m gonna gain like 10 pounds if I eat all this.” Violet said, giggling.

“Well, if I eat this half you’ll only gain 5.” He offered, slight amusement in his voice. He leaned forward, capturing her lips.

You back away from the door, hearing all that smooching and how they were definitely making out made you sick to your stomach.

You run to the nearest bathroom, puking.

-

“My dad’s not here.” You heard a voice from behind you, startling you.

It wasn’t just a voice, it was her voice.

You hesitantly turn around, facing Violet. She looked at you expectantly, eyes squinted. You shrunk under her gaze, breaking eye contact.

“H-he’s not?” You asked.

“No. He’s not. I can leave a message for hi—“

“No! I mean— uhm— no. It’s okay, I’ll have my mom call him or something.” You say, finally looking up at her.

“Who let you in anyways.”

“Moi— the maid. Or housekeeper— whatever you call her. She let me in.” You spoke, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Oh.” She mumbled, looking around. You look away, trying to think of a way to get out of there. You could just simply disappear— you were a ghost— but you didn’t want to expose yourself.

You weren’t a patient of her Dad’s, but after snooping around you found out that Tate was. You didn’t think anyone was home, trying to take a peek at his file. Too bad little miss perfect caught you, huh?

“So, what are you seeing my dad for?” She asks, causing you to look back at her. You open your mouth, a response on the tip of your tongue before it dies away, the hickey on her neck becoming your new focus point. Your face falls.

She furrows her eyebrows, placing her hand on her hip. “Uhm… are yo—“

“Tate. He’s the one who gave you that hickey, right?” You blurt, your eyes flickering back to hers.

As if her eyebrows can furrow any further, they do, her hand quickly coming up to cover the hickey.

You scowl, her suddenly becoming the one who couldn’t keep eye contact. “H-how— wha—“

“Be careful around him, or you’re just gonna become one of his victims.” You snark, storming off before disappearing.

You didn’t mean to lash out, you just couldn’t help if. It wasn’t fair. How come he gets to move on? How come he gets to leave you in the dust? How come you’re stuck in this house for eternity, your heart shattering every time you saw or heard of him. You couldn’t even remember the last time he spared you a glance.

Fucking bastard.

And how badly you wanted to kill him and his new girlfriend. Too bad he’s already dead and if you kill her, you’ll be doing him a favor.

-

When you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, there’s really nothing to do. You’ve read every single book in this house at least a hundred times, visited every part of this house at least a million times, and probably more.

Tate never let you talk to the other ghosts, mainly Chad and Patrick.

Since you’re a ghost stuck in a house for eternity, struggling to get over your ex boyfriend, you needed advice.

“Oh honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Chad announced, eyeing you up and down as you entered the room. Patrick turned, scoffing. “What you want?”

“I need…” You cringed at yourself, before shaking your head. “Never mind, sorry.” You spin around, getting ready to leave before they stopped you.

“Come on, we don’t bite. You obviously came here for something, your boyfriend trying to plot some revenge or someth—“ Chad started.

“No— we actually broke up. That’s what I came here for. He’s dating that uh, new girl.” You interrupt, head low.

They both stay silent, sharing a knowing look before staring back at you. “Violet? Jesus— she’s a pain in my ass. She’s so loud at night, I’m surprised her parents haven’t said anything. She sounds like a dying cat when she moans.” They both laugh.

You flinch, you’ve heard her moaning too. That’s why you stayed in the basement at night.

“Uhr— yeah. I know you guys don’t like Tat—“

“We don’t like both of them, hun.”

“Okay, both of them, but I need your guys’ help. Look, I know we may have had our differences and stuff… but I’m desperate.” You beg, looking between them.

You watch as Chad raises an eyebrow, Patrick pressing his lips inti a straight line before motioning for you to come over. “Fine, but you’re gonna owe us.”

-

You hum a soft tone, rubbing your eyes as you made your way down to the basement. You round the corner, eyes almost bulging out of your head as you spot the blond mop of curls by your makeshift bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask harshly, rubbing the last bit of sleep from your eyes before staring at him.

“Have you been sleeping down here?” Tate asks softly, ignoring your question.

“What are you doing here?” You repeat yourself, taking a sharp inhale as he finally turned around.

“What are you doing with that gay couple? I told you to stay away from them Y/N, they’re not safe.” He says, taking a step towards you. You take one back, shaking your head.

“They’re nice actually. You know they have names, right? Chad and Patrick.” You snark, staring up at him.

“I don’t care. Stay away from them— Violet too. You spooked her.”

“‘Spooked her’? I was just telling her the truth.” You say.

He sighs, rubbing his temples. “Just— don’t ruin this for me. Kay?”

“What? I’m not gonna ruin your stupid fucking relationship, Tate. Go be happy with her, I don’t care. I’ll leave your girlfriend alone, okay? Now can you go? I’ve had a long night.” You sigh, giving up as your shoulders drop.

You push past him, making your way to your bed.

“Why are you so jealous? She makes m—“ He starts.

“I’m not jealous!” You shout, eyebrows furrowing. “You wanna know why I was talking to Chad and Patrick? Because we’re planning to dig up my bones and bury me in some graveyard. Just far away from you. So, now you and your girlfriend can be happy! I’ll most definitely leave the two of you alone.” You finally admit.

You almost wish you didn’t say that when you looked up, seeing the pained expression on his face. “Wha— how do you even know about that?!”

“Moira.” You mumble, shifting your weight onto one foot.

“Moira? God damnit— look, Y/N, you c-can’t leave. I won’t let you!” He announced sadly, eyes glistening in light from the window above.

You clench your fists, anger bubbling up inside you. “I’m stuck here for eternity! Tate— this is like hell for me! You have no right to choose this choice for me.”

“Hell? You think it’s hell here?” He practically whimpered, frowning.

You stay quiet for a few moments, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed. “Yes. I’m leaving, wether you like or not. Can you leave me alone now?”

It feels like the wind just got knocked out of him, dropping to his knees as he wraps his arms tightly around your legs. “You can’t— please. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. You’re a-all I have. I love you, I love you so much—“ He begged, tears flooding his cheeks as his grip on your legs got impossibly tighter.

“Please don’t leave me. If Violet’s the problem I can get rid of her! Her family too— I can get rid of anyone or anything that’s the problem, okay? If I’m problem I can leave you alone! You’ll never see me again— please, I promise, i p—“

“Go away, Tate.” You say softly, wiping your eyes before any tears could start. He stops, eyes widening as he looks up at you in tears. “NO! What? No! Please!”

You look away, not having the strength to look at him. “Go away.”

And he listened.

[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."

[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 :)

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reaction part 1 to dream haus picnic ep 1

this is a super long video, 47 minutes

this looks to be a continuation of the dream haus universe (the corporate roleplay) since they're reusing the names. i guess it'll be like a corporate retreat. they did a lot of activities in the opening intro.

the opening intro was very cute, with dream run as the bgm.

the backstory is that smoothie sold super well so this trip is a gift to the staff

mark is playing tour guide with the microphone :P

whether or not he's still the intern, he must turn >3

cmo renjun is on a very important business trip

haechan asked to go home to change for the trip

jaemin complaining about the work trip being on a weekend. he knows what's up.

jaemin's been taking pictures non stop so far. don't know if it's a bit.

haechan said they usually play crayon shin-chan for them on the bus?

haechan being like let's play a game and whoever wins gets to go home. you know all the introverts in this group perked up at that.

schmooze (also marksung)

jeno wasn't even wrong when he told jisung that the intern days were the best because you could leave at whatever time

haechan asked mark to stop manspreading and mark just spread his legs wider 😅

then jeno complaining about jaemin's shoulders infringing on his space lol. these guys are too relaxed or they've grown too big or they've grown too comfortable complaining about each other lel

they're playing the 1-second song guessing game. chenle said before that he'd only be able to guess nct songs but he's doing decently right now lol.

moving on to liar game

mahae bickering was cute lol. mark was showing the phone to the camera and haechan happened to turn his head and mark was like "HEY STOP LOOKING" and haechan was like "I'M NOT!!!!!"

lol mark was starting to talk about the 'thing' and i guess it was a bit hard to watch for the guys (sorry i don't really know how to play this game) but jeno blew up being like "WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS GAME TAT" how do you get that response out of him lmao

jaemin admitted to being the liar and then started joker laughing and jisung was like "...is the craziness from two years ago back?" i guess 2022 jaemin was legendary or smthg among the members.

apparently the word was peach and jaemin really was the liar lol. i think jeno and jisung gave clues that were puns.

also hilarious that whenever any of them mess up and forget to show the camera their word, they all go like "czennies, play along!!!" lol. showbiz kids indeed.

lol the food was something a lot of the guys didn't know so that was why they ended up giving some weird clues

markmin english class but they descended into giggles before he got any further

jaemin once again complaining about the trip being on the weekend because everywhere is crowded

jaemin is surprisingly in tune with the plight of the common people lol

i assumed jisung was at a point where he was used to being a celeb in public but i guess not quite yet. forever shy.

the guys found a punching game machine at the rest stop

jisung didn't have money on him and haechan was like "...then why are we here"

jaemin told jeno that he had to get the cinnamoroll keychain and jeno was like "but i have nowhere to put it :(" but jaemin got it anyway. there were also some 10cm plushies and jeno said one of them looked like jaemin :P

mark and chenle checking out the zodiac bracelets. chenle says he likes that kind of thing (i guess zodiac and astrology stuff?)

jaemin was being his weird self again and jeno was looking around seeing if anyone heard

jaemin was saying how jeno was an introvert who didn't like crowded places so that was why they went outside for food instead

i think chenle sprained his pinky. he was saying how if his finger wasn't injured, he would have picked up the tray of food and mark was like well even if your finger was fine i would have gone and get it lol. everything's a competition with chenle.

haechan shared some of his tonkatsu with mark and chenle :3

haechan: let's play rock paper scissors mark & chenle: no haechan: you won't do it for the content? mark: we don't know you leave us alone

intern got stuck cleaning up ToT

arrived. the place looks a bit castle like from this angle.

haechan immediately on the karaoke machine

jaemin and jeno wandered outside for a while before going inside

local introvert always wants to not be here

lol there's a karaoke machine on each floor

haechan asked the in to turn again and jisung did a pirouette <3

they're going to stay here for 24 hours, so this is an overnight trip. this feels more like the 7llin series than the 7llin with dream earlier this year where they didn't stay overnight.

he's actually soooo uncomfortable...i feel you homebody v.v

mark was handing out papers lol

(i accidentally saved over this post with an old version so lost my work from here to the end of this post...tried to retype them from memory though...)

jisung won the ladder game 🤣🤣 to decide roles for the rest

haechan asked jisung for a redo and he was like okay 😅 太乖啦~! 💖

jaemle cuddle session

jeno ended up winning ladder 2

jisung volunteered to grill the meat and chenle was like "oh....sorry" 😅 jisung's really trying hard to improve his image from clumsy baby eh

jaemin put in charge of cooking as always. he wasn't very pleased about it but unfortunately he's typecast lol.

jisung designated as driver 🤣🤣🤣

chenle SHOCK at the thought of not being able to play games because he was designated judge. he's actually soooo whiny about this.

haechan designated mark dish washer 🤣

he's actually sooo upset

the real questions

so they will play ping pong for grocery shopping and foot volleyball for cleaning up

[sweetmusingss]

Charles just ended up gripping the steering wheel even tighter when hearing you say that. “Oh, so he put both of your lives in danger? How charming indeed,” he said sarcastically even though he had no room to judge. He should not even care but the thought of you having sex with Max was enough to make his skin crawl. “I guess safe Max has more in him than I anticipated.. huh,” he said, trying not to let you see just how wildly jealous that thought made him. “Is there something so wrong with women looking to me for a good time? Love is overrated and rarely works out anyways,” he says, rolling his eyes at the idea. He could not see himself ever settling down. He was a huge cynic when it came to relationships and he was also far too closed off to ever open up to someone like that. “You have to be the most judgmental person that I have ever met. You have made it clear that you hate me so why do you care so much what I do in my free time? After all, you have sweet and reliable Max.”

“He definitely wasn’t safe Max that afternoon.” I smirk to myself at the memory, remembering how it was all so spur of the moment and it being the first time that we did anything like that. “God, you’re such a cliché. Attractive, rich and a cynic. Love is always worth it, even if it ends badly. I don’t regret being with Max or any of my exes for that matter. It sucks to be let down, but it’s incredible to be loved even if it isn’t forever.” We finally pull into his ridiculously long and windy private driveway, rolling my eyes as he calls me judgmental. “I don’t care what you do in your free time. Fuck 100 girls in one day, it doesn’t phase me. And I do have sweet, reliable, sexy, 3 Time World Champion Max and I am going to go call him right now.” I spit out the words, knowing that throwing Max’s impressive accomplishments at him would hurt. This all felt like a lover’s quarrel, the two of us just saying things to irritate the other. I get out of the car, slamming the car door shut and stomping up to the front door, groaning when I try to open it and it was locked, this really ruining my escape plan. I stand by the door, my arms crossed over my chest, clearly annoyed, my foot tapping impatiently as Charles took his sweet time getting to me.

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I hold your hand, squeezing it gently before leading you to my bedroom and showing you my closet. I only really hung up my dresses, using a dresser for my casual outfits which was how I usually dressed. I had fun dressing up but I didn’t really do it too often. I was naturally used to spending time inside on my days off, after all. “I would spend an hour picking between a pink or a blue dress so please tell me what to wear,” I giggle softly. My wardrobe was mostly pink but since we started dating, I started wearing blue more often. I had even gotten us matching hoodies where mine was blue and yours was pink.

Seb hummed to himself as if he was deep in thought as he looked through your dresses, taking a few minutes before picking a blue one and pulling it out, handing it to you. “I love when you wear blue. I love seeing my favorite color on you. And it goes well with your hair and your eyes too.” Seb gave you a pointed ‘don’t argue’ look, knowing you always wanted to tell him how pretty his eyes were, as if yours weren’t nearly the same shade as his. He always told you how pretty you looked in blue, but you’d always somehow turn it around on him.