#fic: chasing rainbows

[rose-of-oz]

dolly,,,, tell me everything about your plans for the glee school musicals!

Kbee, have I ever told you that you’re my favourite person ever? (And just gonna tag @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @manyfandomocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, and @aceyanaheim as well!)

So, one of the things that’s always bugged me about Glee was the fact that most high schools have at least a winter and spring musical (my high school only had one a year, actually, but we started casting and rehearsals later in the year), so, inspired by Charlie a bit, I’ve decided to fix that in my Glee fics and have McKinley High do its own two musicals a school year!

(A note to make: I haven’t quite figured out the casting for these shows beyond my OCs yet, and though Rocky Horror and West Side Story both still happen like in canon, Rocky Horror still gets cancelled and they don’t have another winter musical that year.)

Most of the planning is under the cut for length!

Let Me Be Your Star (Ivy’s fic):

Season one winter musical: Cabaret (the club decides to keep it going even after Sue cancels her fake production, and Ivy and Rachel compete for the role of Sally Bowles; Will ultimately winds up making them share it and alternate shows).

Season one spring musical: Beauty and the Beast (Ivy gets cast as a genderbent version of Gaston while Rachel gets the role of Belle).

Season two winter musical: Rocky Horror (Ivy is originally cast as Magenta before it gets cancelled).

Season two spring musical: Heathers (Ivy is originally cast as Veronica, but she winds up having a panic attack while rehearsing “Dead Girl Walking” with Finn, which causes her to quit and leads to her finally publicly coming out as ace).

Season three winter musical: West Side Story (Ivy doesn’t originally get cast as Maria at all, but steps in to share the role with Rachel when Mercedes quits).

Season three spring musical: Moulin Rouge! (Ivy gets cast as Satine and finally gets to have a leading role across from Sam, who gets cast as Christian).

Cardigan (Audrey, Parker, Bruno, and Leo’s fic; musicals aren’t focused on until season two because Parker is the only one at McKinley in season one and they only work backstage):

Season two winter musical: Rocky Horror (Audrey, Leo, and Bruno are all cast as background Transylvanians and Parker is working backstage before it gets cancelled).

Season two spring musical: Hairspray (Audrey gets cast as Tracy and worries a lot about it only having been because she’s fat and she didn’t really earn it, Parker works behind the scenes, Leo gets cast as a background Corny Collins dancer, and Bruno gets cast as Seaweed).

Season three winter musical: West Side Story (Audrey and Bruno get cast in background roles, Parker works backstage, and Leo gets cast as Mouthpiece).

Season three spring musical: High School Musical: The Musical (Leo gets cast as Ryan to Santana’s Sharpay, Audrey gets cast as Gabriella, Bruno gets cast as Zeke, and Parker works backstage).

Always Sing (Mara and Bailey’s fic):

Season one winter musical: The Sound of Music (Bailey isn’t in Lima yet, Mara gets cast as one of the younger von Trapp girls).

Season one spring musical: Waitress (Bailey isn’t in Lima yet, Mara gets cast as Dawn).

Season two winter musical: Rocky Horror (they’re both cast as background Transylvanians before it gets cancelled).

Season two spring musical: Legally Blonde (Bailey gets cast as Elle, Mara gets cast as one of the Delta Nus).

Season three winter musical: West Side Story (they both get cast as background girls).

Season three spring musical: 9 to 5 (Bailey gets cast as Doralee, Mara gets cast as Violet).

Chasing Rainbows (Esme’s fic):

Season one winter musical: The Little Mermaid (Esme and Rachel compete for the role of Ariel, and Will winds up making them share it and alternate shows).

Season one spring musical: Mamma Mia! (Esme gets cast as Sophie).

Season two winter musical: Rocky Horror (Esme is cast as a background Transylvanian before it gets cancelled).

Season two spring musical: Hadestown (Esme gets cast as a genderbent Orpheus, after fighting with Will to even let her audition for it).

Season three winter musical: West Side Story (Esme initially quits alongside Mercedes when they’re told they have to share the role of Maria with Rachel, but eventually Will ends up giving the role solely to Esme).

Season three spring musical: Wicked (Esme gets cast as Glinda, across from Mercedes’s Elphaba).

(Find My) Corner of the Sky (Linus’s fic):

Season one winter musical: Newsies (Linus gets cast as Davey).

Season one spring musical: Sweeney Todd (Linus gets cast as Anthony).

Season two winter musical: Rocky Horror (Linus is cast as a background Transylvanian and also briefly as Rocky before the show gets cancelled).

Season two spring musical: Oklahoma! (Linus gets cast as Ado Annie’s father).

Season three winter musical: West Side Story (Linus gets cast as Mouthpiece).

Season three spring musical: Into the Woods (Linus gets cast as The Baker, finally getting a lead role after so long trying).

[purpleyoutae]

Chasing Rainbows ⨾

Rating: Teen & Up Ship: Taekook Word Count: 40.9k Status: Completed Collection: Written for Bollywood Fest @taekookfests Tags: Coming of age, Slice of life, Set in late 2000s, Domestic fluff, Mild hurt/comfort, Photographer Jungkook, Writer Taehyung Summary: Fresh out-of-college Jungkook, meets Taehyung, the new boy in the city.

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55055977

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Rippling Ruminations - Cover Page

Rippling Ruminations - Photograph by Jungkook

Rippling Ruminations - Article by Taehyung

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[powertaco]

From the Journal of Master Matchmaker Coco Adel - 1/5 - A forgotten detail

Coco smirked to herself as she made another note in her notebook. Sure computers were the best option but there was something about writing down her conquests, and victories that made them all the sweeter. Coco Adel Master Matchmaker had a great ring to it after all. She was the Mistress of love, or rather she excelled at finding would-be couples and setting them up. Coco's greatest challenge has just appeared and she'd determined to make it a reality. Can she help three baby gays find the love she clearly thinks they deserve?

For @drenosa who requested their ot3, and since they review every chapter I put up I figured why not?

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part VI

Teach me how to get my smile back - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, HAN feat. BAE

You keep a lot of secrets (and I keep none) - Fireproof, The National

Too much darkness for a rainbow - Gone, Rosé

I always say goodbye - World spins madly on, The Weepies

We can set the world on fire - You are the solution, Loving Caliber

Drop a single tear drop - Tomboy, (G)I-DLE

I still dream of you - Ghost towns, Radical Face

Love is not a competition - Collide, Rachel Platten

Demons are friends, angels are enemies - @ my worst, blackbear

We're such a mess together - Using you, Mars Argo

I've found a love to love like no other can - Nara, alt-J

All for freedom and for pleasure - Everybody wants to rule the world, Tears for Fears

Why you asking? (No, I'm not ok) - Not ok, Loco feat. Minnie

In the fantasy it's so convincing - Dirty thoughts, Chloe Adams

The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight - Can't remember to forget you, Shakira feat. Rihanna

Searching for something that ain't lost - Don't waste my time, Victor Lundberg

A little more delicate - Clementine, Sarah Jaffe

Tonight we are victorious - Victorious, Panic! at the Disco

I want you so much, but I hate your guts - Landfill, Daughter

Your idols betray you/Your heroes will fail you/′Cause we are no saints - We are no saints, Blind Channel

Are we best friends? Are we somethin' in between that? - Heartbeat, Childish Gambino

'Cause sometimes the wrong ones are just what you need - James has changed, Phoebe Ryan

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone - Lovely, Billie Eilish & Khalid

Chasing visions of our futures - Youth, Daughter

Why is love so contradicting? - Contradicting, Hyunjin

I wanna be found by you - Adore, Amy Shark

Somebody might die (but nobody gets hurt) - Honey, Måneskin

The history books forgot about us - Samson, Regina Spektor

I like us better when we're intertwined - Cool, Dua Lipa

Baby don't go away (love me like you loved me) - Miserable (You & Me), HAN

More titles!

[makeitworse]

make-up

˖ ࣪✦ su-bong × f reader | nsfw dc, mdni

su-bong’s busy ruminating over what nam-gyu gave you that he couldn’t. but you want to prove to your boyfriend that you’ve never regretted anything more.

c/w: dark themes! cheating, angst, toxic relationship (manipulation, guilt-tripping), drug use, blowjob/handjob, choking, lowk sub thanos a/n: a sequel to this fic <3 for my thanos lovers who felt bad

su-bong hadn’t shifted from the bed as soon as you guys got home.

nam-gyu decided you leave the bathroom first - it was his place after all, he could be elsewhere. your heart in your throat, you had found su-bong already awake on the couch.

he said he’d been waiting for you. as your resolve fell to your ass, he added that he was impatient to go home.

was that really all?

maybe he’d been half-asleep and thought he dreamt hearing anything. maybe he didn’t hear anything at all. maybe.. he did.

then why? why did he still drive you home in silence, eyes trained on the road when he’d usually risk your lives checking you out in the passenger seat. why did he head straight to bed and collapse there without a word?

but most worrying: why was he sober?

if he knew, you thought surely he’d be stuffing his face with any substance he could get his hands on. but he was just laying there. unmoving, unexpressive. silent.

it scared you more than if he was actually off his rocker - punching the wall and smashing glass.

when you’d walk around the room, he’d just watch you with empty eyes, his lips pressed into a firm line.

for hours during suffocating silence, su-bong twitched and shivered. he didn’t use anything to take the edge off. for an addict, he was being eerily collected if he really just found out you cheated with his best friend.

of course he did.

su-bong’s guard was permanently up when you and any other male were in the same vicinity - especially his sleazy best friend, nam-gyu.

you were fucking smoking, he knew well that even once you were his, it wouldn’t stop guys from drooling at your feet. who wouldn’t anyway for his gorgeous girl?

it’s why he pulled nam-gyu up on it every time. he knew that nam-gyu was looking, hell even touching, while su-bong was right fucking there.

su-bong let you join their smoking sesh with great reluctance, fully considering nam-gyu’s intentions with you. he wouldn’t let you out of his sight.

until you were already.

and suddenly the room’s dim, the couch is empty, and su-bong has no idea how long he’s been asleep, and where the fuck you or nam-gyu are.

he knew it when he heard you. of course he did. how couldn’t he recognise the sweet sounds of his girl?

su-bong’s blood was boiling. you sounded so fucking sexy, but his stomach was in knots: it wasn’t him.

he knew nam-gyu couldn’t keep his cock in his pants around you - it was only a matter of time before he snatched you from him. or rather, lost you to him?

su-bong was conflicted.

on one of his tatted hands, he held the option to take back what belonged to him: he could pin you to the floor, and fuck you senseless until the only name you could say was his.

and on the other hand, he could crawl around shitty clubs, downing any hard liquor he could find and chucking back pills in all the colours of the rainbow until he couldn’t feel anything.

but none of his options could make you his again. now any high didn’t matter.

his mind played back every high he’d chase and how he hurt you. each time you begged him to stay home for once just for him to fuck off anyways. he’d stumble through the door at ungodly hours of the morning, eyes blown wide open and scarlet.

each time you scolded him for his drug vice, arguments ending in screams and tears. belongings would litter the floor, thrown during his rage. his knuckles bloodied while he sobbed that he’d change.

each time you shoved him away when he was coked out of his brain and practically eating your face. he’d fuck you while you knew damn well he couldn’t even feel his dick. he just needed you so bad, can’t you see how you drive him crazy?

after every comedown - despite all the crying, all the yelling till his voice gave out - you didn’t leave him. never once.

su-bong couldn’t get shitfaced at a bar and look forward to coming home to you, his perfect girl. tears in your worried eyes, holding him like you thought he was gone for good this time. if su-bong left right now, you’d forget all about him with nam-gyu’s cock in your mouth.

how could you do him like this? nam-gyu? he so badly wanted to believe you couldn’t have consented to that. but deep down, he just knew.

he knew he was a fuck-up. he knew nam-gyu was out to get you. he knew you’d eventually find better, someone who wasn’t just a mess for you to clean up.

“su-bong?”

your voice was even, careful. a test.

treading the waters, you sat on the bed next to him. he noticed your caution not to touch him. there was a thin gap of air between your bodies.

“you feeling okay, love?” an offer. from you to him: are we acknowledging this? are we ignoring it? su-bong thought, and minutes passed before he realised you weren’t going to say anything before he does. you don’t know if he knows.

su-bong didn’t even realise he had tears streaming until you softly swiped them away with a finger. he leaned into your touch, and your palm opened to cradle his face.

he was putty in your hand. su-bong sobbed quietly, pulling you in by your waist to hold you to his body.

he enveloped you in his long arms. if you were going to shove him away and leave, he’d have felt your warmth one last time.

you let him cry in the crook of your neck. when he looked up at you, all the air left his lungs. your face held so much guilt, so much shame - you’d seen the exact same face before on his own.

this was all his own fault. you wouldn’t of run into nam-gyu’s arms if su-bong didn’t shove you first.

“has it happened?” he choked out in between sobs. “did i lose you this time, baby?”

“su-bong..” you threaded your fingers softly through his hair. he was looking to you for an answer like it meant his life. “..i’m sorry.” you could only murmur.

su-bong broke down in wails. the time his empty promises had bought were finally up.

he was grabbing you all over. grabbing anywhere his hands could reach. grabbing anywhere nam-gyu must’ve tainted you. through his tears, he was quietly repeating ‘please’.

please what, he didn’t even know. but you answered in kind.

he shivered when you pressed your lips to his temple. and again, when you trailed your way to his cheek, and then over the line of his jaw.

su-bong was melting in your touch. another kiss to his neck, and his breaths were coming out heavy.

with two hands flat on his chest, you gently guided him to lay down, with you on your knees above him. he forgot how to breathe when you lifted his shirt and planted a kiss on his bare chest.

whines shamelessly spilled from his mouth as you trailed down his torso, swirling your tongue and taking the skin between your teeth. he couldn’t help but twitch at your touch, hips bucking into your chest - he was begging for any warmth.

dragging your tongue across his v-line, your chin brushed over his erection, eliciting a groan from su-bong. you looked up at him with curiosity. he’s sure the look he returned was full of desperation.

your eyes trailed off in thought. “i thought you wouldn’t want my touch.”

he grabbed a fistful of your hair. his chest was rising with pants. “of course i do.”

you lay a careful hand over his bulge. he bucks into your touch.

“do you still want me, honey?”

su-bong means to just say ‘yes’, but his mouth doesn’t coordinate with his thoughts: “fuck, yes baby, please-” his voice is almost whiney as the words tumble out of him. “babe, come here- i need you,”

your palm rubbed at him steadily, spots of pre-cum blooming on the front of his pants. he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and snatched your wrist to drag it underneath his waistband. he threw his head back with a moan when your fingers wrapped around him.

you pulled his pants down to beneath his balls. su-bong’s pelvis was bucking into the hand around his dick, greedy for any friction. you swiped your thumb over his tip and his eyes were rolling.

you kissed his tip so sweetly. it was all that prepared him for you taking his dick fully into your mouth.

his hands were needy, grabbing at your face, your hair. you kept a hand wrapped at the base of his dick, following your mouth in strokes as you sucked him.

su-bong was a wreck. his face was still wet with tears, and now his voice was cracking with wails. he almost forgot why he was even upset.

you had a tight grip and an unforgiving pace. your tongue swirled up and down, your fist stroked and turned. with his eyes screwed shut, su-bong was already seeing the blinding white.

your mouth pops off him, and you crawl up to crash your lips onto his. he could barely return kisses with the noises shamelessly falling from him.

“you didn’t lose me, baby.” your wrist was twisting while you jacked him, in between the disruptive rhythm of his thrusting hips.

he snatched your neck into his hand, and you squeezed his dick in return.

“you’re still mine?” he panted.

his face crumpled when your hand rode up to just stroking the tip, palm gliding over his frenulum. as if he wasn’t at the tipping point from the start, su-bong didn’t have much longer. he wanted to cum in you.

“baby, i need you-” his words were half-whines. “let me fuck you, ah fuck- please,”

“but i’m dirty.”

“i don’t, ugh-” in protest, you fisted him at an unforgiving speed.

his dick was throbbing, and your kiss to his lips broke any resolve that remained.

his eyes screwed shut as he came. his whole body tensed and trembled, all he could feel was the warmth of your hand riding up and down. any words became wails from his mouth. you planted sweet kisses to his nose through his orgasm. he felt the warm ropes of cum falling onto his pants and stomach.

you lightly squeezed his tip as your hand moved off of him, a sharp moan coming from the back of his throat. su-bong’s whole body was light and hazy. you smiled.

you moved to stand, but he grabbed your wrist.

“wait, just give me a minute. i wanna fuck you.”

you sighed. “i’m not..”

“baby, i need you.” he cupped your face in his hands. “you’re still my girl. always.”

it didn’t matter what the fuck he got up to when he was tweaking at some shitty club - su-bong always came back home to you.

and whatever the fuck you did at nam-gyu’s.. you still came home too. (he came in your hand, even.)

he pulled you into an embrace with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. he doesn’t want to know what you did, or what you’ll keep doing. as long as he still gets to call you his.

[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[mooooonnnzz]

i would LOVEEE an older sibling reader x mable and dipper (platonic obv). maybe like 3 or 4 years older than them ? just reader trying to wrangle them and make sure they don’t get killed 😭 gender neutral reader if possible pls !! love your writing !! <3

By Your Side

Dipper Pines x Sibling!Reader/Mable Pines x Sibling!Reader

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⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ my FIRST dipper and mable sibling fic/request GAHH i had sm fun writing this i love these two sm

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ reader is gender neutral + is constantly stressed 24/7

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⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ i originally wasn't gonna post 2nite since i was working on another fic n i knew i wasnt gonna finish in time so i brewed this up quickly! eenjoooy :p

 ♫ Being Mable’s and Dipper’s older sibling comes with its perks, alongside some faults. Since you’re the oldest, you’re constantly looking out for danger they might accidentally fall in. Especially in Gravity Falls. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t partially relieved that you were leaving just because you didn’t need to fret over the thought of losing your siblings. But during your stay in Gravity Falls was a game of chase. You’re trailing after them like a hawk and they keep running away, adventure and mystery in their minds while you’re freaking out of the idea of a possible broken bone. Speeding through the woods in a golf cart, you’re following Mabel’s cries that echo throughout the woods. “This is insane.” You tell yourself, seeing a dip in the road you were following. “Dipper, hold onto something!” You warn, gripping onto the wheel as you dive down into the cave. The wheels bump and smash into rocks, rattling the golf cart as you drive through gravel and comically large stones. You see Mable trying to shake off the gnomes that were climbing up her body in an effort to push her down to the ground and tie her down. “My boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes!” She kicks on right in the stomach. He rolls up into the and lands to the ground, leaning on a tree he vomits rainbows on the floor. “Gnomes? Huh, I was way off…” Dipper mutters to himself, scanning through his journal. 

♫ Your eyes read the page once he lands on the gnome page. “Weakness, UNKNOWN?” Your head bolts up to see Mable already tied to the floor, some gnomes standing on top of her while others are surrounding her. You approach the tiny gnome and confront him. He chortles awkwardly. “This is all just one big misunderstanding! She’s just marrying all one thousand of us and becoming our gnome queen for all of eternity.” He tells you cooly, as if this was something that normally happened here. “Isn’t that right, honey?” He looks over to Mable. “You guys are buttfaces!” A gnome next to her slapped her mouth shut. “Give us back our sister now, or else!” Dipper threatens with a shovel. The gnome goes on this whole rant on how he’s a powerful race and Dipper scoops him up with the shovel and throws him off to the side. Taking your chance, you kick all the gnomes away from Mable and rip the bindings off of her. Grabbing her hand, you pull her into the golf cart. “Seatbelt.” Dipper says as he buckles himself, looking at you and Mable’s seat belt to see if you were wearing them. You backed out of the cave and started speeding out of the woods. 

 ♫ That soon sped to be a rapid chase of cat and mouse. The gnomes binded themselves together and formed a huge gnome that was now chasing you through the forest. A few gnomes flew out of their form and onto Dipper and Mable. Mable was fortunate enough to shake hers off, but Dipper was struggling with his. “Don’t worry, I got you Dipper!” She began throwing mean punches at the gnome and Dipper. The gnome flew off Dipper’s face, taking his hat with him. You glance over to see Dipper’s face all bruised up. “Dipper! Your face.” You screech, sharply turning. Mable teeters out of the car and you grab her quickly, pulling her in. “Dipper’s face is okay. Nothing like a little glitter won’t fix it!” Reaching into her pockets, she throws a puff of glitter. Some glitter gets into your eyes, obstructing your view. “Mable!” Dipper reaches for the wheel and begins steering the cart while you try ridding your eyes of the glitter. The gnomes rip a tree from the ground and launch it forward, it lands right in front of you, a few inches away. “Look out!” Mable warns. “Look out for what?” Your eyelids shakily open and Dipper turns the cart quickly, causing it to spin out of control and fall on its side. You crawl out of the cart and immediately cover Dipper and Mable. The gnome goes on a rant about how he's going to take Mable and force her to marry him. With convincing from Mable, you allow her to take the lead. Her smart thinking saved you and Dipper from the evil gnomes and you hugged it out which led to you scolding them, but in the end you made it out safe with the twins perfectly fine. Although, a tad bit of bruising from Dipper.  

♫ “You shouldn’t worry so much about the twins, kid.” Stan offers a light pat to your shoulder, sipping his pitt cola. “I mean I have to, Grunkle Stan. Just yesterday Mable almost became queen to these gnomes! Like, unwillingly. And…!” You’re gesturing wildly as you speak, being extremely passionate about how they stupidly manage to find themselves in danger's palm every single time. Once you finish your wild rant, Grunkle Stan is staring at you with a troubled expression. “Are you sure you’re alright, kid?” His grip on your shoulder tightens and you realize how utterly ridiculous you sound explaining yesterday’s events to some senile old man who only believes what is shown to him on TV. You slide a hand down your face, a stressed out groan expelling from your throat. “Is this how Dipper feels when he tries to tell you his stupid scary experiences in the woods?” You watch as Grunkle Stan smiles, laughing heartily at what you said. “It runs in the family.” He said with a laugh, giving your shoulder a rough shake before walking off into the gift shop. 

♫ Legend of the Gobblewonker seriously stressed you out. You were practically on your knees, begging to join Stan on his shabby boat rather than Soos “yacht” to catch a monster that doesn’t actually exist. Dipper was way too passionate about getting the photos he needed to win the prize money and shove it in everyone’s face that there are weird things going on here. And Mable just wanted her stupid human sized hamster ball. “We can go Gobblewanker hunting on Stan’s boat!” You try to reason as they both clicked their life vests on. “It’s actually Gobblewonker, [Name].” Dipper corrected you, stuffing a camera under his hat. “I like Gobblewanker better.” Mable laughs, throwing a bag of cameras over her shoulder. “What? So you guys are going to leave?” Dipper and Mable hop into Soos’s boat, and before they speed off, Soos yells; “Don’t worry, dude! I’ll keep them safe!” You gripped your hair in anger. “Guess it’s just you and me, kid.” Stan hunkered two fishing rods on his shoulder and stepped into his boat. He set everything up and looked at you with an expectant look. “Did they really abandon me like that?” You were still in shock. Your brain replaying the moment where Dipper and Mable were cheering in the back as Soos sailed off into the unknown. “You get used to it.” He shrugs. 

♫ Spending half the day fishing with Grunkle Stan wasn’t too bad. He mostly distracted you for the most part, keeping you entertained with jokes and outrageous stories from the past. But when silence came and Grunkle Stan wasn’t talking your ear off, your mind wandered to all the scenarios that could be happening to Dipper and Mable while you’re sitting on a boat, surprisingly enjoying your time with your Grunkle Stan. “Grunkle Stan?” Your voice wavers with anxiety. “Yes?” He grunt frustratingly when a fish swims past his bait. “Could you be so nice to your poor old Grunkle and try reeling in a fish for me?” His head jerks to your discarded fishing rod that was propped up on the boat. “Yeah, sure?” You grab a fishing rod, attach the bait and cast your reel. “Back to what I was saying—“ “ —How’s school going for ya?” He shoots you a questioning look before looking back to where his bait was casted. “Uh,” Did he cut you off on purpose? “School is great.” You scramble for words to say. “It’s my senior year!” You tell him rather enthusiastically. “Senior year, really? I coulda sworn you were in fifth grade.” You gently nudge his arm with your shoulder. “Your grandpa's brain is failing you.” You chuckle, feeling something tug on your fishing rod. You gasp as it pulls you forward. “Grunkle Stan, what do I do?!” Stan forgets all about his fishing rod and tells you to reel it in and he shows you a quick reenacting montage of how you’re supposed to do it. Following exactly what he says, you pull out a really big fish. “What fish is that?” You pant out. You put all your strength and energy into getting that fish and it seems like it paid off. He tells you the type before complimenting you with a; “Good catch, kid!” Stan unhooks the fish from the rod and marvels at the large fish. 

♫ Soos comes back with Dipper and Mable but their big boat is now just torn apart and very slowly sinking. You had to hold back a scream because there was no way that this is the condition Soos brings them back in. Dipper and Mable reconcile with Stan and before jumping in, they look at you. Mable bottom lip trembles and her eyes fill up with tears. Dipper has his head hung low, his cap covering his eyes and he’s sadly rubbing his hands together, almost akin to a fly…Their whole weird act made you forget the reason why you were upset in the first place. “What is this, what are you guys doing?” You look at Stan who’s as lost as you are. “We’re sorry, [Name]!” Mable lunges off the boat and into your arms, very dramatically and hugs your stomach tightly. “Sorry for what?” You laughed out, watching Dipper follow in suit. “For leaving you and Grunkle Stan behind.” He said, hugging your side and squishing his cheek into your shoulder. “Oh! I wasn’t expecting you goblins to actually apologize.” You ruffle Mable’s hair, gaining a peeved “Hey!” from her but she makes no effort to swat your hand away. “Dipper told me not to tell you but,” She rose up and stood on the seat of the boat, whispering in your ear how Dipper was on the brink of tears earlier but he didn’t want you to know that because it’ll ruin his tough man bravado. 

♫ A laugh escapes you and Dipper is staring at you knowingly, his cheeks flushed red. “A stick went in my eye! That’s why I was crying!” He defended, his voice all squeaky from embarrassment. “Not you using Grunkle Stan’s excuse.” Stan moved from his spot from the mention of him. “Hey, don’t tell them that now.” He crosses his hands over his chest. “It’s not an excuse! I don’t cry and when I do, I have something in my eye.” The rest of the day was you bonding with everyone, fishing and taking photos with the last camera that survived their adventure. And speaking of their adventure, you properly scolded them for leaving you to the dust without any supervision. Soos interjected and said that he was good at taking care of them himself, and you weren’t going to lie, he did keep them in one piece, but you don’t like how he encourages their wild behavior. You soon realized that Stan was making a huge effort to make sure you weren’t constantly thinking about the twins, you had an inkling in your gut and it was nice to be proved right. Stan doesn't really tell you and the twins how much he cares and loves you but he sure tells you by his actions. The little self made hats he made for the fishing trip spoke the truth in your words. 

♫ “[Name]! We’re going to a haunted convenience store with Wendy and her friends, just wanted to tell you! Okay, byyeee!” Mable scampered off into the hallway, leaving you in your bed stunned for a few minutes. Shaking your head, you sprung up from your bed and chased after Mable. You caught her wrist before she got the chance to leap outside and leave. “You’re what?” You need her to repeat what she said moments prior just so you can think about your next course of actions. “We’re going to a haunted convenience store.” She said so casually you thought you were mishearing the word haunted in her sentence. “Haunted convenience store?” You repeat slowly. “Yeah! You wanna come with?” Mable grins so widely at the thought of you tagging along. “Why don’t you and Dipper stay home and let the teens do their own things?” You suggest with a strained smile. It’s always something with these two… Mable frowned. “You don’t want to spend time with us?” She’s doing her sad puppy eyes and unluckily for you, her big sad eyes tug at your heartstrings a little too much for your liking. “We can do something else together, Mable.” You tell her in hopes that’ll convince her and change her mind but her display of utter dramatics doesn’t falter. She’s still looking at you with those eyes and that little pout to her lip. Screwing your eyes shut, you let out a defeated sigh. “Is there room for one more?” You dryly said. Mable cheers from the top of her lungs and pulls you along to where one of Wendy’s friends' van is parked.

♫  “Guys! Guys!” Mable jumped up and down. “Can [Name] join us?” She’s already pulling you into the backseat with Dipper who had his arms crossed around his chest moodily. “Of course!” Wendy smiled. “We love having you tag with, [Name].” Tambry said it with little no emotion that you doubted the validity of her words. “[Name], what are you doing here?” Dipper whispered, his tone having a bit of agitation to it. “I’m here because Mable told me you guys were going to a haunted convenience store.” You say as you buckle your seatbelt. “Mable!” Dipper threw his arms out in exasperation. “What? They had to know.” Mable stated as if it was obvious. “And thank you for telling me, Mable. Because if it wasn’t for you, someone would be doing things he shouldn’t be doing.” You send a look over to Dipper who clicked his tongue at you in annoyance. “Dipper is acting like this because he’s embarrassed you’re here with his GIRLFRI–” Dipper’s arm reaches over you and pops Mable in the mouth. “Girlfriend?” You pinch your brows in confusion. “Dipper has a girlfriend?” You give Mable a curious look. “No, not yet at least.” She says slyly as Dipper retracts his hand from Mable’s mouth in disgust. She definitely licked his palm. “Who?” Mable slaps her hands on the side of your face and directs it to where Wendy was sitting. You gasp, looking over to Dipper whose cheeks are flushed with a pink color. “No!” You dramatically yelled. “Do you guys have to be so loud!” Dipper complained, grabbing the sides of his hat and tugging it down to cover his red face. “You do know she’s older than you, Dipper?” You mention. Dipper grumbled, choosing to ignore what you said. 

♫ Arriving at the convenient store, Dipper decides to show off to Wendy how cool he can actually be and unlocked the door from the inside. Entering the store, you carefully smacked Dipper in the head. He is trying so hard to appeal to her and it’s really embarrassing to watch. That was really the whole vibe the entire time you were there, you were making sure Mable wasn’t doing anything stupid and you were just watching Dipper try super hard for Wendy’s friends to like them. “Oh my gosh, smile dip!” Mable picked up a pack and held it up in the air. “I thought this stuff was banned in america!” She sat down on the floor, smiling gleefully at the pack of candy. “Maybe it was for a good reason?” Dipper got thrown a balloon full of cheese to the face. He laughed, running over to where the fight was happening to join in. You were going to ask if Mable was actually going to eat candy that has been sitting in this convenience store for who knows how long, but this is mable you’re talking about, of course she’d eat it. Ripping open the packet, she grabbed the candy stick and dipped it in the candied powder. She eyed the powdery stick for a second. In a quick swoosh, she dumped all the dip into her mouth. “Don’t eat too much of these, Mable.” You tell her. “I won’t!” Clouds of glitter poofed out of her mouth when she spoke. You couldn’t quite pinpoint where everything went wrong, but always in this town, something went wrong which led to a ball of events unraveling. Mable was floating up in the air, being used as a vessel from one of the ghosts that possessed the store that locked you and everyone else inside. “Hey, ghost!” Dipper pointed at the ghost. “Yes?” The ghost eerily turned over to Dipper. “I’ve got something to tell you.” The ghost lifted Dipper from the floor. “I’m not a teenager!” You turn over to Wendy. “Did he tell you that he was a teenager?” Wendy let out a shy laugh. “Yeah, he told me that Mable and him were thirteen. Technically teenagers.” You slapped a hand on your forehead, laughing with Wendy. “He’s ridiculous.” 

♫ After recovering from your laughter, you turned your attention back to Dipper who adorned a horrendously cute lamb costume. Recognition washes over you at seeing getting into the lamby lamby dance position. “When Dipper was younger, he used to do this cute dance all the time in his little lamb costume he was obsessed with.” Wendy awe’s. Dipper dances and sings the lamby lamby dance. The ghosts, satisfied with Dipper’s performance, lift his curse. After grouping up, Wendy told a quick rundown of what happened while everyone was out, excluding the part where he had to sing in a lamb costume. Dipper was praised for being brave while on the way out to the car. “How’s your stomach feeling?” You look over your shoulder to see Mable who was lying limp on your back. “It huuurtsss…” She burped sparks of glitter. “Woah!” You laughed. “This is the last time I’m ever going to eat sweet stuff ever again…” You knew she was going to lay off the candy for like two days before rummaging in the fridge for icy pops. Taking Mable off your back, you placed her on the chair and buckled her seatbelt. She flopped against the window, groaning as she held her stomach. Dipper came climbing in a moment after, a pleased smile on his face. “What’s got you looking so happy with yourself?” Dipper’s smile grew. “Wendy wants to hang out with me!” He vibrated with excitement. “You really think you have a chance with her?” Dipper’s smile never wavered, too caught up in the high knowing his crush invited him to more potential hangouts. “Shh, no more talking.” Mable lazily slapped your arm. “You guys talking makes my stomach hurt.” 

Taglist: @boredwithlifeatthispoint, @lovexsage, @teddycricketdream, @theilluminatidragonqueen, @raventeen@cedarmoonzz

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 7!

in which i handed in a thesis proposal, caught a cold, and read some lovely fics... it's been a wild week lol

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

baby that's why i fell into you | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.7k | GA

Eddie has amnesia, Buck struggles. genuinely one of the best love confessions i've read in ages <3 this had me smiling so much!!

call me what you will | ameliahart | 5.9k | E

A  continuation of 8x06 where Buck pouts, Eddie feels joy, and they fuck about it. genuinely i will eat up any and all post-8x06 fics and this is no exception... love the eddie characterisation here!!

faded from the winter | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 9.9k | T

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry. cranberry fic!! i love this series so so much <3 especially love the eddiemaddie friendship in this one!

golden morning sunbeams | Buddiesmutslut/@buddiesmutslut | 10.3k | GA

As Eddie is debating his move to Texas, a few texts from his son in the middle of the day set him on a course to getting everything he's been wanting. such a fascinating look at the whole chris in texas/helena and ramon doing whatever the fuck it is that they're doing plot! so good!! and buck here is just <3

hopeless, breathless, burning slow | mostardent/@laracrofted | 14.9k | M

After the coma, Buck struggles to feel real and unofficially moves in with Eddie. there's some gorgeous gorgeous imagery in this one <3 one of the best post-coma fics ever!!

let me give you my life | paleredheadinascifi | 6.4k | T

another take on what happened after the couch scene. Eddie *wants*. They're both brave about it. they're so brave about it <3 wonderful fic!!

slaughterhouse | kithmet/@kithmet | 21.3k | E

Eddie announces he’s leaving. Buck, naturally, begins a slow descent to madness. such a stunning fic it genuinely left me speechless... the most beautiful codependent freak4freak buddie <3 an immediate bookmark for sure!!

take two falls out of three | doitgently/@doitbuckley | 16.3k | M

Eddie tries to go to Texas. What do you get when you cross a man and an eighteen-wheeler truck? such a fantastic look at chris and eddie's relationship <3 beautiful writing!!

the moon like a spotlight | dykeries/@buddiesbian | 4.7k | E

Three months after Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck comes to visit. this is sappy and soft and also funny (the starnaming!!) and just so very perfect <3

the rainbows we chase | timeshareindestin/@timeshareindestin | 5.8k | M

buck accidentally makes an appointment for their first kiss. the proposals!! i love the proposals!! love is stored in the calendar indeed <3 so so good!

too far from the sun | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 9k | M

Where Eddie Diaz spends time in El Paso, and handles it fine. Buck is back in Los Angeles, and Eddie does not feel the hundreds of miles between them like a physical ache. (He might be lying to himself.) blanket rec for an author whose work i've been LOVING this week!! this one has the most stunning writting and eddie characterisation and i love it so much <3

u/fuckley's reddit post history. | dylaesthetics | 7.9k | M

the emotional rollercoaster of Buck’s Reddit posts throughout the history of knowing Eddie. this is such a brilliantly formatted fic!! i read this on a cold dark bus back home and it was exactly what i needed <3

what if all i need is you | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 3k | GA

“Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of *Jesus Christ*. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting some truly brilliant works <3 this one is soft and fun and has such lovely firefam interactions!!

with a little water and a little bit of sunlight | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 4.7k | T

The one where it's not Homes.com but it's also not porn on the iPad. such a lovely alternate ipad-scene <3 so sweet!! i love the dialogue here especially!

[fadedtoneverland]

birthday | j.yh

❤︎ synopsis — you receives a special treat from yunho for your birthday

pairing: boyfriend!jeong yunho x male!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , smut ❣︎

a/n: hiii!! this was another request and the concept was just so cute. i love yunho, my mans needs more love in this community. i hope i did him justice in this fic!

cw: service top!yunho. bottom!reader. amab reader anatomy. praise kink. slight size kink. missionary. anal penetration. protected sex (wrap it up!!). marking (hickeys). pet names (baby, prince, darling). yunnie lowk gets too excited. yunho gives the best aftercare in the end. kind of drunk sex?? idk.

today was a relatively good day for you.

and you’re happy it’s been like that so far, because today was your birthday.

you weren’t much of a party person, but you still appreciated every little thing that happened that day. you only surrounded yourself with good people, and all those people treated you well on your special day.

your best friends san and wooyoung personally greeted you at your apartment by breaking in and surprising you with your favorite cake, decorated with all of your favorite toppings and frosting. they then later treated you by taking you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner and handing you gifts.

san and wooyoung also took it upon themselves to have a little get together at your other friend’s— mingi’s, house since his house was the biggest, and he could definitely hair you a party to your liking there.

so here you were, near the pool area of mingi’s abode with all of your best mates by your side. san, wooyoung, mingi, and many others too. everything was catered to your liking. there wasn’t much alcohol, only fruit punch and soda. the decorations around the partying area were your favorite colors. and the best part? all of your favorite foods were laid out in the dining hall, garnished to perfection with the sweetest aroma emitting from that area.

courtesy of jung wooyoung, of course. bless that man’s cooking.

you were propped up against the wall with a soda can in hand, san next to you as you chatted things up, the mood lively and fun.

“this is the life, man.” you sigh comfortably while leaning back on the wall. san chuckled

“i’m glad you’re having fun, birthday boy.” san hummed, leaning against the wall next to you.

you look up at the blonde-haired boy and smiled, shoving him playfully. “‘birthday boy’ is a bit too cliche now, come on.”

“well it’s true!” san laughed, jumping away from your little shove.

you rolled your eyes playfully and continued looking ahead, thoroughly entertained by the sight of jongho chasing wooyoung around the pool with a pool noodle, while mingi chased down jongho to make him stop and yeosang recorded the whole thing.

“but seriously. thank you, this is great,” you thanked to one of your best friends. “everything is how i like it. the food, the vibes, the activities. everything.”

san hummed thoughtfully, smiling genuinely when you began to express your gratitude for this perfect birthday.

“well, not everything was my idea,” san confessed. you turned your head to him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“i had some outside help.”

as if on cue, the front door to mingi’s house opened, the sound making everyone turn their heads. your eyes rounded in delight from who you saw it was.

“yunho!” you exclaimed, which in turn made your tall boyfriend let out an excited chuckle.

yunho held out his arms to you in an inviting gesture, which caused you to giggle and run into his arms. one of his hands held a bouquet of rainbow roses, tied perfectly in a pink ribbon. yunho enveloped you tightly, hugging you to his chest and letting the scent of your hair comfort him.

“hey, honey,” yunho greeted sweetly, lifting you up and twirling you around. your friends laughed at the sight.

“ah, lovebirds.” wooyoung said rather dramatically from behind san, putting a hand on his chest like this was a shakespeare play or something

san chuckled and hit his best friend before speaking. “yeah, yunho helped us out with some of the planning. he knows what you like best, after all.”

you looked up at your man, who was giving you the most adorable puppy smile ever.

“that i did,” yunho admits proudly, prideful in the fact that he can treat his boyfriend to such an amazing night for his special day. “and there’s more to come too.”

you definitely were gonna hold those words to him.

the rest of the night was perfect.

yunho made all the stars align perfectly with his expert planning. he thought of everything, and of course the rest of your friends assisted too.

though, yunho had some other plans in mind that he didn’t inform his friends about.

after passing around the strawberry flavored soju for a bit, both you and yunho got a little tipsy. not too drunk to cause any harmful damage, but enough so to make both your’s, and your boyfriend’s actions, a bit more bold and uncoordinated.

which, of course, led to a sloppy make out sesh between you and yunho. so intense, that it had you stumbling into a spare bedroom that was just conveniently stationed where you both were heading.

yunho made quick work of your clothes, practically tearing open the fabric of your flannel you swore buttons were gonna fly off. he shucked off his polyester sweater, revealing his impressive physique, accentuated by the tight white tank top he was wearing.

“fuck, baby,” yunho murmued into the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. “you’re fucking perfect.”

his words had you melting. actions slightly driven by alcohol, the two of you quickly went back to kissing. each kiss was sensual, meaningful, and downright filthy.

yunho’s taller frame blanketed over your smaller body easily, and the difference had yunho fucked up. he was holding onto every ounce of self control, just so he wouldn’t flip you over and rut into you like an animal in heat.

his mouth trailed from your angular jaw, down to the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and biting. you gasped sharply, the sting only heightening your arousal.

“shit- yunho—“ you hashed out, and you could feel his smug smirk against your skin.

“i know, prince,” he murmured so sweetly, it almost masqueraded the seduction in his tone. “patience is key.”

reaching his long arm to the nightstand drawer, he rummaged around the contents, before pulling out a condom packet. throwing it somewhere on the bed, yunho’s large hands roamed over the expanse of your thighs, feeling every soft ridge and dip, admiring the shape.

“this right here,” yunho asserted, his fingers finding the button of your pants. “needs to come off.”

he swiftly yanked off the denim fabric, almost ripping it as he tore them off your legs, which lifted instinctively to help make the job easier for yunho. you giggled at your boyfriend’s desperation.

“i thought you said patience was key?” you teased.

yunho scoffed.

“shut up.”

“you know i won’t be doing that later.”

yunho smirked at the dirty implication, and started to undo his own pants, hooking down his boxers along with them. he threw them out somewhere.

your boyfriend was already rock hard and leaking, the bulbous head of his cock a deep, angry red, dripping copious amounts of precum along the curve of yunho’s shaft. god, you could never get tired of the sight. yunho’s body was crafted by the finest gods themselves.

yunho smirked when he caught you staring at his dick like it was your first time, masculine pride swelling in his chest. “you’re staring.”

you giggled a bit, and leaned back against the bed. “i can’t help it. this is probably the best birthday gift i’ve gotten.”

yunho couldn’t hold back the chuckle, and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your jawline. he then grabbed the condom he had tossed aside on the bed, and ripped it open with his teeth, spitting out the torn plastic as he fumbled the packet in a lust-driven haste.

flinging the plastic wrapping off, yunho rolled the condom onto his perfectly erect dick, grunting slightly at the snug feeling. he then inserted his hands between your closed thighs, before spreading them apart, shimmying himself between your legs.

“what’s your safe word?” yunho asked, his voice dragging out to a sensual sigh.

you shuddered underneath his intense gaze, back arching up instinctively, “red.”

yunho grinned. “good.”

taking a good hold on your thighs, fingers digging into the silken skin, yunho’s protected cock slowly sank into your tight, velvet heat, making you both groan from the exquisite sensation. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it never gets old.

“fuck-“ yunho cursed, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. “could do this forever, baby— you feel so fucking good.”

you moaned in response and arched up to him, feeling him sink deeper

“move- please,” you begged shamelessly, not even caring how you sounded in the moment. “can’t fuckin’ take it no more-!”

“as you wish, prince.” yunho sighed, before slowly setting the rhythm as he pulled out just enough so the tip was remaining, before ramming it back inside of you.

and oh how yunho tried so hard to be gentle, to give you the prolonged pleasure you deserved. but the way you were just wantonly moaning his name, offering your body like it was some sort of secret garden…

fuck. maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but yunho could not resist speeding up just a little more, hypnotized as he watched your body bounce on his cock.

and damn. was it so worth it.

“fuck- fuck—! agh, yunho..!” you cried out, slowly losing control of your own body and voice. your hands scrambled all over yunho’s muscular back, anchoring yourself. “s-so good.. agh.. don’t stop!”

yunho groaned loudly at that. sweat drops headed over his forehead and the corner of his brows the harder he fucked into you.

“ahhhh that’s it, baby… just like that,” yunho moaned, the sound deep and sensual. he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and leaving blossoming marks on the taut skin. “keep makin’ those pretty fucking sounds f’me… fuck- ah shit..”

his voice slurred into a lovesick, needy sigh, getting drunk off the sound of your voice. he didn’t even know he could get like this… but knowing that he was making you feel so special on your special day? that was enough to get yunho going.

his thrusts gradually sped up, ducking into your body with needy roughness, causing the bed to creak underneath you both. yours and yunho’s voices mingled together, a mix of lust and love. you couldn’t resist looking up at yunho, rosy lips parted in a choked up gasp, and eyes bleary with unadulterated desire.

“yuyu— ahh fuck- i’m gonna come- please.. please- let me come!” you cried out, voice breaking out into a shout.

yunho threw his head back and let out the most sinful moan, before coming back down and nuzzling into your neck again. “then come for me, prince. come all over this perfect fucking cock.”

that was all it took for you. your hard, untouched cock stood proud, before spurting our ropes of pearly white cum, splattering all over your tummy and yunho’s abs. yunho quickly followed, giving a few more hard, uncoordinated thrusts, and orgasming hard into the condom.

after a few more thrusts, yunho collapsed on top of you, sweaty and exhausted. you laid boneless underneath him, arms wrapping weakly around his frame.

you both were content with staying like that for a while.

after a good twenty minutes or so, yunho got situated again.

propping your body up against the pillows, yunho insisted that you laid in bed while he took care of you. it’s a good thing he had all of his aftercare stuff prepped in advance. he had already tossed the condom and cleaned up any other mess left behind between your legs and stomach.

placing a warm, soothing heating pad on your sensitive tummy, yunho then got to work. you just laid in bed, idly fumbling with the sheets while yunho made some tea just outside the bedroom, swirling the healing liquid in a mug.

the scent of honey lemon and mint wafted in the air as yunho entered the room again, taking a moment to admire his adorable boyfriend, before slowly making his way to you.

“hey.” he spoke, his voice raspy from the sex. you grinned in response.

“hey yourself.” you replied.

yunho giggled, presenting the warm mug to you. “i added a little bit of honey, just the way you like it.”

you took the mug gratefully, loving the feeling of warm ceramic against your palms. taking a tentative sip, the warm liquid felt amazing down your sore throat, which was rather rasp from all the screaming you did earlier.

“that’s the good stuff,” you sighed, leaning back in the bed. yunho crawled next to you in bed, and looped an arm around your middle.

“i take it that today was a good day for you?” yunho asked, that bright, dumb puppy smile making you weak.

“i mean, why wouldn’t i?” you replied cheekily. “i got to celebrate my day with my favorite people, boyfriend, and for the pounding of a lifetime. what more could i ask for?”

yunho chuckled at your words. “that’s exactly what i wanted to hear.”

and you both just laid there, all wrapped up in each other after celebrating one of the best birthdays you’ve had.

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[axelsagewrites]

Well if you still could 👀

Do you think you could do another Ned x f!wife!reader? I really enjoyed the horny!ned fic you already have but I'd be happy with anything. Fluff, sunshine, rainbows, or babies. ❤️ have a nice day 😊

Ned Stark*Sweet Wife

Pairing: Ned x wife!pregnant!reader

Word count: 942

Warnings: pregnancy and pure fluff

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“My lady I don’t think you quite understand,” Lord Karstark said as you bit your tongue and tried to pretend you hadn’t had better plans for your morning than been chased down by a disgruntled Lord who thought you’d give in easier than your husband, “If you allowed my family to use that land, we would maintain it for you. Free of charge,” he said as if offering you the best deal in the world.

You took a breath before speaking, trying to compose yourself, “And while I am grateful for the offer my Lord, those lands do not belong to you, and we are already in discussion for how we will divvy them up to- “

“Okay but,” he cut you off making you sigh this time though he did not notice, “If I am trusted with them- “

“Lord Karstark,” Ned’s voice came from behind you with an unusual iciness to it. “I do believe my wife,” he said, his arm gently going around your back, his hand resting on your hip, “and I have now both explained to you your assistance, no matter how generous, is not needed in this matter. However, if your family is desperate for farm lands I’m sure a trade deal can be arranged- “Karstark opened his mouth to speak but Ned didn’t stop, “Which you can take up to the owners of the lands once I have declared them. now if you don’t mind my wife and I are late to a very important meeting,”

Karstark grumbled something under his breath but nodded, “Of course my Lord, my lady. Goodbye,” he muttered before turning to leave with his nose in the air.

“Do you think he is sniffing out the new owners?” Ned leant down, to whisper in your ear making you laugh.

Ned took your arm and began to guide you through the busy corridors, “Who do we have to meet?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched, “I don’t remember setting up a meeting,”

“I arranged it,” Ned said, smiling politely at some passing Lords, “It is of the upmost importance that we attend,”

“And whys that?” you asked as you suddenly stopped outside a meeting room.

He opened the door, ignoring your question for now to lead you inside. Once the door was shut behind you, he stepped forward, closing the gap between you with his finger tilting your chin up to face his cheeky grin, “So I can do this,” he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggled a little into the kiss before pushing him away, “Someone could walk in,”

“So?” he asked, hand moving to rest gently on your hip, “We’re married now remember. It’s allowed,” he teased though his hand gently rose to rest on your stomach, “And soon everyone will know anyway what we get up to,”

“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down for a brief gentle kiss. Your bump was barely noticeable under all the furs and wool you wore to keep the cold out but you both knew it was there, “I hope she doesn’t inherit your cheek,” you teased.

“She?” he asked, a hopeful grin on his face, “How’d you know?”

“I just do,” you smiled but it quickly faded, “I hope that doesn’t disappoint you- “

“Of course not,” he said, cupping your face in his hands, “Nothing you do, especially not this, could ever disappoint me,” his thumb gently stroked over your cheek bone. It was a tender moment, of course ended once again by his antics, “Besides I’ll take any excuse to try again,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“As if you ever needed one,”

Your laughter both stopped when there was a knock on the door. Ned held a finger up to his lip, “Maybe if we’re quiet, they’ll go away,” he whispered.

“Lord and Lady Stark may I have a moment?” said a voice behind the door. You could swear it was the diplomat Lord Bolton sent.

“I swear if this is about those lands, I may just burn them to the ground,” Ned muttered before you both stepped back to open the door.

-

You barely got to see Ned for the rest of the day. Every Lord or noble man seemed to need his attention today and you were running around Winterfell organising a banquet for Ned’s upcoming nameday. It wasn’t till you walked into the hall for dinner you saw him again.

“Hello husband,” you greeted with a small smile as you took his seat.

“You need to slow down,” he said, not even bothering to say hello making you roll your eyes, “you’ve been running around faster than the servants,”

“That’s because I need to finish organising the details for- “

“What you need is rest,” he said, cutting you off and placing a hand over yours.

You sighed, tempted to push it away but you knew his heart was good, “You cannot confine to my bed out of fear,”

“If I was to confine you to our bed it would not be for that,” he whispered making your cheeks burn.

“Ned!” you scolded, slapping his thigh making him laugh, “You are so lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d kill you,”

He smiled softly at that, “lucky indeed. However, I’d be even luckier if you would let me announce our news,” he said, squeezing your hand gently.

You couldn’t help smiling a little despite his antics, “Perhaps it would be a nice announcement to make on your nameday,” you finally conceded, “I just wish we could keep it a secret a little longer,”

“Then your wish is my command, sweet wife.”

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[sleepyangelkami]

I'm posting this from my phone so please bare with me guys.

"ew, you write y/n as a baby."

okay, so. I understand that the way I write might not float everyone's boat which is so okay !! But yk what you could do...? Scroll !! There's no need to hate. I really apologize if the way I've written my readers in x reader fics is harmful in any way. However, I'm not going to stop making the character they're with baby them and look after them. The beauty in all of this is that none of it is real. Life can be hard and life can be way toooo much and at the end of the day you might js wanna read ab getting babied. People baby their partners all the time whether you're male female any other gender none of this matters. I write female y/n and if you have a problem with the characters babying her but at the same time you're posting matt sturniolo (I apologize if I spelled that wrong) and saying omg cutie baby 🥺🥺 it's the same thing !!! It's so normal and people are making it weird. If you want to read badass!y/n then write badass!y/n. People get so hung up on writing shy readers and saying it's weird. It's how a lot of people feel and I'm personally really shy irl which is why everything on my account is fake !! Kami isn't even my real name ! You guys need to stop spreading hate towards people and if you don't like their work whether it's cringe or even a little weird then please just scroll

"ew innocence kinks are for p*edos."

Oh my. More often than not innocence kinks are usually submissive people loving the chase and getting dominant people to spell it all out for them. Not only that but sometimes people suffer from childhood trauma (me !!) and they read things that make them get to relive the part where their 'innocence' was 'taken' from them in a gentle way and not by abuse of power. Also, some people just have innocence kinks !! And that's okay as long as you're two consenting adults. When did everyone get so judgemental !! I've seen stepcest, ACTUAL incest and more prominently pain kinks and knives kinks guys innocence kinks really are not the worst problems out there ! I understand that some people take them too far which is not okay and under no circumstances would I ever support someone taking advantage of someone else who doesn't fully comprehend what's going on. But yk what this is?? Mere fantasies. They don't exist, it's just what people like to read so please leave us alone 🩷

And finally, "why is y/n such a pushover omg?"

Wanna start off by saying I don't condone cheating ever !! And I would never write a fic where the reader gets back with the character after they cheat. With that being said, the only fics I have ever seen of that (very VERY few) they have put trigger warnings at the beginning to let you know what you're reading. And for the people who say that the reader shouldn't go back because their partner yelled at them... Guys PLEASE !! I understand that yelling isn't something that should be excused, you should never put your partner in a position where they are scared or feel uncomfortable. However, I also know for a fact that everyone reading this has at one point in their lives yelled at someone. Being loved isn't about loving someone with happy rainbows there's gonna be bad days which I find realistic enough. Partners argue, sometimes relationships even take breaks and people get petty and people yell but you know why?? Cause we're human !!! It's in our nature if we're angry or annoyed or whatever it may be. Of course this behavior shouldn't be excused if it's constantly on show. Although denying the fact that you'd ever get back with someone after they yelled at you during an argument is a little bit childish. I don't mean hate to anybody whatsoever I'm just saying that you're dating a human (hopefully) not an alien (you'd be surprised on Tumblr I actually can't rule that one out) they have emotions and while sometimes they can be misplaced... It doesn't mean they're a bad person for it.

This isn't meant to harm or send hate to anyone !! I've just seen so much hatred spread across Tumblr and it's really upsetting. People should learn to support one another and if you don't like the content, scroll ! Once again this is hate to nobody enjoy ur day/morning/evening/night lovelies !!! 🩷🩷

(sorry for the ramble angels)

[beansprean]

Commissioned for @kristylime 's CUTEASS fic “A Prescription for Love”!!! This is a snippet from chapter 4! ;)

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ID: 1a. Full body of Guillermo, dressed in a pink tee shirt, grey sweatpants, and socks, sitting up on his bed with one arm propped behind him and the other petting a gray kitten named Beaker who is happily arching and rubbing into the attention. A window nearby shows a gray sky outside, and his laptop is open in front of him on the bedspread, covered in various vampire and pride related stickers. Guillermo looks sadly down at the cat and sighs, saying, "I just wish I had some kind of sign..." 1b. Close up of Guillermo with a tear forming in his eye, glancing over as his phone, sitting on the bed nearby, begins to ding with multiple incoming texts. His phone has a black case with a rainbow bat pattern. 1c. Shoulders up of Guillermo sitting up and holding his phone with his right hand, his left taking a moment to rub the tear from his eye. The phone continues to ding with more texts. 1d. Repeat. Guillermo opens his eyes to look down curiously at the phone, swiping his thumb across the screen to unlock it as it dings twice more.

2a. A series of texts from human Nandor appear on the left with reactions from Guillermo on the right. His message reads: "Hi, Guillermo. I hope you had a nice time today. I had a really great time at brunch and showing you the farm. And I’m glad you got to meet Dr. Baron and Dr. Sirus. And all my animals. I think Rajah misses his pal, Beaker, though. He seems a bit glum this evening. I must confess that I’m still on Cloud 9… from the kiss. Though I am looking forward to Taco Tuesday. Unless you’d consider seeing me tomorrow? Maybe just some takeout from my parents’ restaurant at your place? LMK." This is followed by a text with a photo of a blue merle Australian Shepherd named Rajah laying on a large plaid doggy bed with his head on his paws, looking up at the camera with big sparkly sad blue eyes. On the right, a close up of Guillermo huffing out a small laugh through his nose as he reads, looking fond. 2b. Repeat. Nandor sends another photo of himself, half in frame, wearing a flannel shirt over a black tee and his hair in a loose braid grinning and holding a strip of bacon out between his teeth. Rajah appears from the other side and excitedly chomps down on the other end of the bacon strip. Nandor writes, "I have determined how to chase his blues away at least temporarily. BACONNNNN!!!!!" On the right, Guillermo's smile grows helplessly, looking more amused and more fond by the moment. 2c. Repeat. Nandor sends another photo, clearly taken moments after the previous one, showing himself snorting with laughter as Rajah licks all over his face. He writes, "How is Beaker doing?" and then "Sorry for all the text messages. I just realized this might be creepy." On the right, Guillermo finally dissolves into laughter, tipping his phone as if to cover his mouth.

3a. A text reply from Guillermo that reads "Not creepy at all. Beaker is settling in well. He seems to like me, air conditioning, and/or movies. He’s nice to cuddle with and talk to. Thank you again. I was also thinking about our kiss. That it was a long time coming and that I’d like you to kiss me more, if you’d like that. Tomorrow, I work until 7PM, but I would love for you to come over for dinner. Persian Delight would be wonderful, but I would like to cook for you at some point, too. 7:30PM tomorrow?" Nandor immediately replies "Sure, it's a date," with a winking kiss emoji. 3b. Close up on Guillermo's eyes shining with excitement above blushing cheeks as Nandor's last text echoes in pink around him. 3c. Full body of Guillermo, sun shining on him from behind as the sun pours through the window, grinning happily as he holds Beaker up to his cheek with one hand and holds his phone out with the other to take a selfie. He says, "I guess as far as signs go, it doesn’t get a lot clearer than that." Beaker mews in reply. /end ID

[maiverie]

THE RAIN HAS AN EDGE ╰ ﹙ ☁️ ﹚ft. park sunghoon ﹕ a oneshot ﹙ preview ﹚

you are the girl with an umbrella on a rainy day, and sunghoon is the boy at the bus stop drenched from head to toe.

in a nutshell ﹒ there’s a heavy downpour so you hold an umbrella over sunghoon and he looks at you like you’re crazy // 100% fluff

word count ﹒ preview is 1.5k; full ver ~6-7k

fic one of the chasing rainbows series ﹙ coming soon ! ﹚

“true, the sun and the wind inspire. but the rain has an edge. who, after all, dreams of dancing in the dust? or kissing in the bright sun?” — cynthia barnett

now playing ﹒ paris in the rain﹙ lauv ﹚

THE FIRST TIME you talk to park sunghoon, it’s raining, it’s cold, and jake had ditched you to “hang out” with chaewon, because he’s a crappy friend who pounces at any opportunity for female attention.

after your study session in the school library finishes, you find yourself standing at the school’s front entrance, grimacing at the downpour of rain in front of you. heavy pellets pummel from the sky like bullets, forming puddles in the divots of the ground and lowering the temperature enough to make you shiver. 

lucky for you, you remembered to bring your umbrella.

this was a habit of yours even on the sunniest of days, after spending five days bedridden with a fever following The Great Downpour of 2020.

when you reached for your backpack and unfurled your umbrella, it sprung to life and off you went, hopping down the cement paveway that led to the nearest bus stop.

you’re just about to slip in your earphones when you stop in your tracks, spotting a figure a few steps ahead of you. 

the person is crouching on the ground at the bus stop, hunched over and hugging their bookbag in an attempt at gathering warmth. 

the person is drenched and miserable.

and practically radiating angst and despair.  

because you’ve always been a totally (impulsive) caring and selfless person, you shuffle over and hold your umbrella over the person’s head.

they look up — and just when you encounter a cold gaze, dark brows and raven hair — you realise that the moody figure is none other than park sunghoon.

park sunghoon, the ridiculously good-looking senior everybody whispers about but doesn’t actually know anything about. 

park sunghoon, the guy who always wears a stoic, unsmiling expression that makes him the most unapproachable of his group of friends. 

and park sunghoon, the one who’s staring at you with a baffled and slightly distrustful expression on his face. 

oh.

you’re just standing here, staring at him like a creep. 

crap.

you should say something.

you open and shut your mouth a few times, trying to brainstorm what you might possibly say. you want to sound smart. and funny. and cool. so, naturally, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a very intelligent and super profound, “it’s, uh. . . raining.”

sunghoon continues to stare, his brows slightly furrowed to suggest he was questioning your sanity. 

“it’s raining,” you stupidly repeat louder, as though he hadn’t heard you over the rain. 

“good catch,” he replies, his gruff voice coinciding with the slight dip of his lips. 

the rumors are so true. 

sunghoon definitely has a very grumpy, rather angsty demeanour. you’ve actually spotted him around school a few times (you may or may not follow him with your eyes every time he’s around. is that a crime? it can’t be! you’re not the only one in the student body who finds him extremely attractive and painfully enigmatic), but he’s not the kind of person you can approach so easily.

in fact, he’s been coined the nickname ice prince for a reason.

“yes, uh,” you struggle to string together a coherent set of words, especially because he stands to his feet now, and you have to make the effort to not be intimidated by his height. 

“what i meant to say is that it’s raining but you don’t have an umbrella,” you laughed awkwardly, wanting to whack your head and yell stupid, stupid, stupid for impulsively waddling over here and saying stupid things to park sunghoon of all people. “i-i mean, obviously it’s a free country and you can totally do whatever you want, but, as you might already know — and i’m sure you do because you’re one of the smartest kids in school — standing in the rain can get you sick, like, really sick, and i only know this because about three years ago i forgot my umbrella and — funny story — i ended up getting so sick that i had to take five days off school because my fever was so high.”

oh god.

you quickly slap the tips of your fingers over your lips to physically restrain yourself from talking. the motion makes sunghoon’s gaze quickly flit to your lips, before they bounce back up to your eyes.

his stare is so painfully emotionless that you cringe inwardly.

you wish he’d say something.

anything. literally anything.

but he’s silent.

well, of course he is — you basically just trauma dumped about your stupid fever story. boo-hoo, you were sick from the rain — who cares?

just when you think you’ve reached the death of the conversation, you’re surprised by the sound of his soft voice.

“. . . niki.”

huh?

you blink, leaning in slightly so that you can hear him better.

“. . . niki. my brother. he took the last umbrella.”

oh.

your lips form a small o as you nod in understanding. “oh, niki! that doesn’t surprise me. he’s in my class, you know, and he’s always playing pranks on our teacher. one time he actually hid the test papers so we got a whole extra day to study,” your voice lowers to a whisper, “can’t believe i still failed it though. . .”

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, and afraid of being submerged in awkward silence again, you rush to fill in the space. 

“so where’s niki now?”

he shrugs. “soccer practice, probably.”

“oh,” you frown. “wait, aren’t you part of the soccer team, too? you’re the goalie. you saved so many goals last season and helped the team to their first win in two years,” you say, though your eyes widen in panic as soon the words leave your mouth, “n-not that i’m a stalker, or anything,” you frantically add, “it’s just that everyone knows you’re the goalie because one, it’s common knowledge, and two, the game is coming up and we’re all on the edge of our seats to find out how it goes!” 

stupid stupid stupid. 

why are you rambling so much? 

sunghoon doesn’t seem to mind, though his lips flatten in a rather sour manner. “i quit the team, actually.”

you gasp. “you’re the person jake is replacing? he’s been so cocky ever since it was announced that he’d be on the team. what made you quit?”

he shrugs, “it got boring,” he mumbles, then his ears turn slightly red and he dips his head in an emotion you never imagined park sunghoon could wear — embarrassment. “and i accidentally sprained my ankle.”

you blinked in surprise. “how?”

he hesitates before answering. “i tripped.” 

you stifle a laugh at the irony, because while sunghoon was a lot of adjectives — tall, handsome, mysterious, brooding, kind of scary, even — you never thought he was clumsy.

you softly cackle, earning you a glare from the boy. 

“sorry,” you grin playfully, growing accustomed to his icy aura. “i just never pictured you as a klutz.”

“says you,” he grumbles, “weren’t you the one who tripped and fell in the cafeteria last week? ”

“what—” you choked, “you saw that?”

he exhaled through his nose in amusement. “who didn’t?” sunghoon raised a brow at you. “i’m pretty sure someone recorded and posted it. the caption was ‘dumbass fails to do simple task and ends up with food all over her clothes.’”

your eyes slammed shut before they shot open. “fucking jake,” you growled, gripping the umbrella tightly. “i’m going to kill him.”

sunghoon chuckled, and the sound made your heart beat a little faster. you caught a fleeting glimpse of his smile which — by the way — showcased the most emotion you had ever seen from the boy. it couldn’t be helped that your stomach mangled and twisted at his pearly-white boyish smile, one that made his cheeks bunch up his face and his eyes twinkle like stars.

how pretty.

his smile faded as quickly as it appeared, however, and you soon found yourself facing his usual blank expression again. 

you want to try say something that might make him smile or laugh again, but he suddenly steps outside of the cage of your umbrella and raises his hand, hailing down the incoming bus. 

it slowly stops by the road beside the two of you, marking the end of your little interaction. 

“oh, your bus is here,” you force a smile, rather disappointed. “i’ll, um, see you later, sunghoon.”

“get home safe,” he retrieves his bus card from his pocket, glancing over his shoulder before he boards his bus. “and thanks. for the umbrella.” 

“n-no problem!” you quickly smile, “and by the way, my name is—”

“i know your name,” he interjects, and you think your mind is playing tricks on you when you see the edges of his lips twitch upward. “see you around.” 

sunghoon disappears into the bus and it whizzes by you, though you stay frozen in your feet for what feels like forever. 

he knows your name.

he’ll see you around.

you tuck your lip between your teeth, cheeks and ears flaring up.

and he wants you to get home safe.

.

( to be continued )

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a/n . btw this is a preview only. the full fic might come out next week ? anyway my first hoonie fic and it's 100% pure, unadulterated fluff <3 this is inspired by paris in the rain + the above quote + an exo fic i adore ^^ hope u all liked it :) see u in the full version maybe 🤓

[chronicowboy]

several sentence sunday

new fic is finished but it's not very christmassy so i'm going to wait a while before posting it. thought i'd give you a little sneaky peek to wet your whistle as it were:

He hits call. A ring. Two. Three. Four. Fi—

"Eddie?" Buck's voice rasps through the line, scratching some invisible itch deep in his gut. "A-are you okay?"

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Eddie asks, frowning. Hadn't even thought about the time, just thought about Buck and how he should be right there on the couch for Eddie to throw his legs over his lap. How his big hands should be burning through the material of Eddie's jeans as they share their final beer of the night.

"Yeah, but that's okay." A rustle. Eddie closes his eyes and imagines him sitting up in bed, curls adorably sleep rumpled. "Are you okay?"

"I'm grrrrreat," Eddie slurs, laughing to himself. "Tony the Tiger great."

"Are you drunk?" Buck asks, a little laugh in his voice. Eddie grins, triumphant.

"On victory!" Eddie basks in Buck's next chuckle like a cat finding the perfect ray of sun. "I won trivia night because of you."

"Because of me?"

"Mhm. Remembered all your facts. Giraffes hum. The universe is beige. The Moon will never leave the Earth even if The Moon is drifting away right now." Buck's breath hitches, something hurt in the sound. Eddie frowns, wants to chase away that hurt until he can live in the back of Buck's throat instead. It'd be warm. Buck would keep him safe there. "We got a hundred dollar bar tab!"

"We, huh?" Buck pries, gentle, quiet.

"Mhm. Morgan. The probie from work. Don't worry," Eddie rushes to add. "She's not best friend material. Just took pity on me for the night." He sighs. "I miss you."

"Eddie," Buck croaks. Another rustle. Another voice thick with sleep.

"Evan?" they mumble.

Eddie freezes all the way down to the breath in his lungs, lays there on the couch stock still, lungs burning, eyes wide.

"Is that Tommy?" he asks before he can think better of it. Buck lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

"No. No. Um, one second." His voice drifts, "I'll be back," and Eddie realises he's making that promise to whoever's lying next to him in bed, not Eddie. But that means Buck isn't going anywhere for now. Eddie gets to keep him whilst the stranger languishes alone in his bed. Buck never left him alone in that bed during quarantine. Not once. He listens to the pad of Buck's feet as he goes downstairs, the whoosh of the balcony door sliding open and closed again. "Just some guy I met at a bar."

"Oh." Eddie nods to himself, pursing his lips. "Sorry for interrupting."

"No, that's o-okay," Buck replies, voice unreadable. "You weren't really interrupting, Eddie. We were asleep."

"Right." Eddie nods again. Then, the words just fall out of his mouth. "Probably tired after... Y'know."

"Eddie." Buck takes a deep breath. "You okay?"

"Do you miss me?"

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[aviiarie]

♡ — GENSHIN GIRLS AS CHAPPELL ROAN SONGS !

cws & notes. no warnings. various genshin girls x fem!reader. 750+ words. they're all sapphic in my heart. if you like this you might enjoy my good luck babe! inspired furina fic :D

— FURINA · good luck babe!

she can't call it love. the word is on the edge of her lips, lingering on her tongue, but she never speaks it out loud. she just wants to keep things the way they are, keep you close to her without that word hanging over her head. it's nothing serious, so why bother to call it anything at all? she'll ignore the way her heart flutters and her head spins as long as it takes to keep you by her side.

but it isn't enough, is it? because you leave anyway, and she is left with the shadow of your figure chasing the corners of her memory for the rest of her life. in the years to come, she will forget your favourite colour and the way your lips tasted, but she'll always be haunted by the echo of your voice sounding in her head: 'i told you so.'

— CHIORI · red wine supernova

falling in love with you is like falling into a supernova. she was never too interested in pursuing love on her own, but with you, she just seemed to fall into it so easily. it was like you were a star, burning brighter and hotter than the sun, filling her days and nights with light. when she kisses you, she can almost feel fire spark against her lips, like your touch is enough to ignite. it's almost overwhelming, the amount of emotions that brew so quickly, but that doesn't chase away the thrill.

there's something that's so bright about you it's almost blinding. your smile sends her heart beating a mile a minute, your words make her brain fry. no one else has ever made her feel so much that it almost scares her. but if this was love then she would gladly let herself fall for you.

— NAVIA · casual

hearing you call it 'casual' kills her. she smiles and laughs it off, like it's all light-hearted, pretending you're just teasing. it's easy to pretend, to close her eyes and picture the two of you moving into the same apartment, dancing in the kitchen like a couple in a cheesy romcom. it hurts, every time you remind her not to get attached. can't you see she already has, already is? can't you see the adoration in her eyes? can't you see how much she is in love with you? nothing about you is casual, but she bit her tongue until it bled and held back her tears.

she's sick of it. after all the nights of tears she shed, after everything you've been through together, if you won't call it what it was, then she would. she doesn't care what your friends say, anything is better than calling it casual. she's done with letting herself be stifled, letting her love be wasted. she's sick of hating herself. call it casual all you want, she knows the truth and she'll make sure everyone else does too.

— YELAN · super graphic ultra modern girl

she can't deal with another cheap date with a man who doesn't care about her. what she needs someone refreshing, someone fun. she needs a girl who is as dazzling and exciting as she is, someone who can keep her on her feet and send her heart racing. no more wasting perfectly good friday nights on guys who didn't have a single interesting bone in their body, she's after something new.

and that's you. you, who arrived in her life like a firework and continued to crackle and spark ever since. she's transfixed by you, the way you move, the way you speak, the way you laugh. every part of you is mesmerizing, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away.

— KOKOMI · kaleidoscope

it's impossible to describe what you meant to her. there weren't enough words in the dictionary to explain how she felt, not enough colours in the rainbow to paint every shade of love that filtered through her vision when she looked at you. and yet now she was left with a painful monochrome, missing the one person she loved more than anything else in the world.

she's not going to make you stay. she cares about you too much for that. and she'll never fault you is you end up falling in love with someone who isn't her, but part of her does break every time she thinks of it. she doesn't know how love works, it's a mystery to the both of you. but she knows she loves you, and that has to count for something.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

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I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

→Masterlist

Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.