#having having a coke with you with you will literally never stop making me crazy insane btw

[farmgf]

favorite poems compilation <3

[qwymarkii]

more than seven

jung!sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: you never wanted to be in an inclosed space more than this.

cw: 7 minutes in heaven. fwb, smut, small plot, cursing, sungchan is one hungry man goddamn.. (neediness ig). literally finished this at 4AM... only half proofread.

word count: 1k

"alright i'm spinning it!"

eyes glued to the empty coke bottle, wishing that it'd land on you. sungchan had been on your mind the second you arrived to the party.

as the bottle slowed down, your heart began to race watching the top of the bottle start to face you. throat dry, coming into contact with the bottle. small squeals were heard from the people around you, looking up. immediately making eye contact with sungchan.

the smile on your face was so apparent it made him more confident and hungry for you. he cleared his throat, standing up to straighten his clothes out. you nodded to yourself, admiring his long frame. making you anxious and anticipating being in the same space as him.

it wasn't long before sungchan ravenously started kissing you, warm and needy, tugging at clothes. his movements were frantic knowing he was too impatient to touch you.

you both were going a bit crazy inside, craving him since the last time you were on top of him. sungchan slid your shorts down your legs, parting his leg between yours, sending shivers through your body, forcefully abrading your heat against his knee.

he groaned on your lips "i can't believe i've been deprived of you for so long" the words came out with such need and clinginess, which you couldn't help but find so attractive. you pulled away from his lips only to latch them onto his neck. quick to entangle your fingers in his chestnut hair.

his whines grew louder, so did his print. you could feel it against your lower waist trying to pry your mind away from it. "fuck...you gotta stop teasing me" his sweetness it made you smile on his neck, sungchan was growing impatient his hands detached from your waist, trailing up your shirt.

with one hand he swiftly unlatched the clasp of your bra, his large hand feeling up against your breasts. the moans stuck in your throat were uncontrollable, as you yelped out making him laugh. you were unable to concentrate on his neck, your eyes rolling back as he fondled with your nipples, kissing at your collarbones.

at this point you both were on the floor against the closet door, inflamed with lust and need. one of your free hands palmed his clothed member, which was so evident he was hard. you climbed back, looking at him with hooded eyes both hands against his jeans. "y/n..." he attempted to get out, refraining himself from pulling your hair.

you unzipped his jeans, wrapping a hand around his member. kissing the tip, watching his hands race up and down his body, his stomach caving in as you took him in your mouth. his large member hitting the back of throat caused your eyes to water, humming around his cock. sungchan guided you with of his hands, up and down against him.

"you're going make me cum already."

his moans gained volume, speeding up your pace. his thrusts into your throat got sloppier and slower, knowing he was close to his high. he tried to pull you away from him, but you only nuzzled yourself deeper, warm white ropes coating the insides of your mouth.

you moaned, a string of cum and saliva leaving your mouth once you released yourself from his cock. sungchan wiped your lips with his thumb, smiling at you. he pulled you back up to his lips, to meet once again, tasting himself on you. laying you on your back, glaring into your eyes.

his captivating gaze would always have you in a chokehold for as long as you two would be with eachother. sungchan grazed his hand along your panties, feeling how wet you were for him. he smiled, continuing the kiss. you could feel his fingers bit by bit slide into you, your stomach instantly coiling.

"sungchan 'm gonna come." you whined into his lips, his digits twisting in and out your hole — almost making you want to cry out his name. "not yet baby, we haven't even gotten to the best part." you were coming to the realizationthat you were obsessed with his touch. after not seeing him for weeks it only made sense for you to be left astray, yearning for his presence. he descended his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips.

he smiled, licking his fingers. you at this point were on the verge of breaking, that short moment made you reach a level you couldn't come down from. sungchan unexpectedly lined his member up with your cunt, clenching around him.

the moans that came out of your mouth were so lewd and sinful, your surroundings weren't even apparent. the way neither of you even checked to see if you had protection and the fact that you were in a confined closet of one his close friends, definitely way over the 7 minute limit. his thrusts became rough, leading up to his second climax while this only would be your first.

the sounds reverberated against the closet walls, horrible, immoral, salacious noises erupted from the both of you. your eyes began to cross, throwing your head back as you tried to keep your rhythm. you were so close to the edge, digging your nails into stomach. "i'm gonna.." you whined pupils blown and tears streaming down your face. sungchan sped his pace up to bring you to your climax sooner. once you did though, it was euphoric.

you cried out falling onto him, biting into his shoulder. "you take me so well." he praised, not stopping his pace, still wanting to chase out his second high. his work became sloppy, as he began caressing your breasts. "i'm not pulling out either." sungchan groaned once more, feeling his warm seed coat your insides.

"so pretty, my beautiful girl." he cooed, cupping your face to kiss you once more. sungchan slid out of you, to lie next to you.

both dressed, he unlocked the closet door, to finally see light. no one was even sitting by the closet anymore, all around the couch and stairs. you trailed behind him holding hands as you two approached everyone. eunseok smirked at sungchan before taking a glance at you. no words were exchanged between everyone just looks.

"i think we're gonna head out." sungchan laughed, slightly pulling you while waving to his friends as you two headed out the door.

[maybanksgal]

Okay stay with me routledge reader (john bs older sister by like a year) who used to date rafe, but Rafes a fucking crazy coke addict with unresolved daddy issues and some seriously weird fetish for the fact reader is so much “lower” than him. So after a good while of Rafe telling reader she’s being crazy and she shouldn’t leave him, she finally does leave.

Now it’s mid season 1 when Ward took John b in and now readers forced to live with Rafe; her psychotic ex. And guess what, Rafe never moved on he’s been trying to get her back forever and now this is his chance. She’s staying under his roof so now she has to live by his rules. And at first he try’s to be nice in a condescending Rafe way, making her feel like she owes him a second chance because he took her a “a helpless pogue running from dcs” into his home despite the fact she’s over the age of 18 and doesn’t need his or his family’s help and she’s just there because she felt pressured with the fact John b was living there.

When the “being nice” act doesn’t work he gets meaner and meaner and don’t get it twisted reader misses him too; the angry sex, the soft makeup sex, the way he would be so loving when he wasn’t three sheets to the wind, the way he would cuddle her , the way he’d always draw the most perfect bath, the way he was always there for after her dad disappeared.

They really were In love it’s just Rafe’s constant flaws outweighed the good moments he’d have every now and then.

The thing is Rafe is Rafe, he will stop at nothing to get her back. Ruin every date she tries to go on, isolate her from the pogues, ruin any friendships she has outside the pogues. Literally anything to get her back.

Once she loses all her friends, and now her own brother is starting to turn on her and the isolation starts getting to her, she starts to think maybe Rafe isn’t that bad. Maybe she really should give him another chance all her friends and her brother are gone but Rafe is still there for her. Maybe she was the stupid one the whole time breaking up with someone who was always there when she needed him. They should get back together.

Rafe got his way; he got reader back and this time he’s not letting her go. Keeping her in the house, keeping her away from Sarah and her brother. Anytime reader would ask to leave tanneyhill, Rafe wouldn’t let her go alone he was always right there with her, and when reader starts to realize this was rafes plan all along, and he’s been isolating her, he’s the one who turned her brother against her, he’s the one who ruined her life, she tries to escape. Pack all her things in the night and go to the chateau in the hopes that John B is there, and that maybe she can explain all of Rafe’s bullshit.

But oh how that doesn’t work. She thinks that Rafe is asleep so she slowly gets out of bed and grabs her stuff that she packed earlier in the day. But the thing is she doesn’t have a car, so she’s walking from the figure 8 to the cut in her pajamas with all her belongings. She gets less than half way to the chateau when Rafe pulls up in his truck to say he was pissed the fuck off would be the biggest understatement ever. Reader tries to run but Rafe in his truck is faster, she turns a random corner trying to get away but he finds her and forces her in the truck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. What’s going to happen now this is the angriest she’s ever seen Rafe.

Once they get back to tanneyhill. Shit hits the fan. Rafe’s throwing stuff, expensive stuff that she couldn’t buy even if she saved up her entire life. He’s yelling his lungs out. “Don’t you love me” “how could you do this to me” “your just some fucking pogue, your lucky that I’ve given you all the chances I’ve given and then you just abandon me.” Great now Ward and Rose are awake.

The thing with Ward is that he doesn’t care about the reader and John B, he only cares about himself and the Cameron name. Taking in the two of them was just a way to make the family look kind and charitable. And when reader finally took Rafe back Rafe stopped being so Rafe-ish to the rest of the Cameron’s and Ward was so thankful. So reader trying to leave Rafe again was a no way in his books. He can’t take Rafe anymore. So he joins into the argument. He tries to make seem like he’s simply a mediator and is on no one’s side, but he’s on Rafe’s side. Trying to make reader seem like a terrible person for just up and abandoning such a patient and kind man in the middle of the night with no explanation. Trying to convince her that her friends and brother are the problem and Rafe is really a saint who’s been with her through everything.

Maybe John b and the pogues are the problem. Maybe Sarah’s lying about how crazy her brother is. Maybe readers paranoid. Maybe she’s the crazy one.

Rafe really does love her and she’s just a loser pogue who’s not deserving of such a lovely and patient man, perhaps every problem they’ve had in their relationship is her fault.

She won’t leave Rafe again and she’ll try to be a better girlfriend, maybe they’ll get married one day and go from a Routledge to a Cameron. Yeah that’s nice. She needs to stop being so crazy and treat Rafe right.

It’s time to go back to bed they can figure everything out in the morning.

And oh how Ward is so thankful that reader came to her senses, and how grateful Rafe is for his father having his back for once.

First post ever hope it’s good. Idk how many words, I made this on my phone at 1 am. CREDITS TO GIF OWNER

[the-record]

mine…

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synopsis: abby’s new to town and you just have to show her around…

pairing: college!abby x reader

warnings: none me thinks

a/n: hi so another smau type bc yall LOVED the last one. im sorry ab not finishing the series, tumblr isn’t the best to write on its been majorly glitchy for me and it would’ve taken me 20 hours to write those

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you were in college, working part time waiting tables left a small town, never looked back i was a flight risk with a fear of falling wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts

“hi, im abby, ill be your server today, can i get you started with some drinks?”

you looked from your friend as your server arrived, seeing a tall blonde girl you’d yet to see here.

“hi, you’re new.” you smiled sweetly before answering. “ill just take a water,” she nodded before looking to ellie. she ordered a coke and abby left with a nod. “shes cute.”

“not my type.” you rolled your eyes at her, leaning back into the booth. “i know, im not stupid, you meant for you.”

you looked over to see if she was near, findinf her not to be, before turning back to ellie. “where do you think shes been hiding all this time, i’ve literally never seen her here before?”

“a water and a coke.” the drinks were placed on your table along with two straws. “are you ready, or would you like some time to look over the menu.”

you shook your head as you unwrapped your straw. “no, we’re all good.” you and ellie both ordered, but before abby left you stopped her. “wait, where are you from? you new?”

she nodded, stepping into a more comfortable position infront of your table. “yea, actually, just moved last week. im from jackson, small town about an hour from here.” you hummed.

“interesting, so you’re here for college then?” ellie kicked you and you scoffed, shaking your head at her. “just trying to get to know the pretty lady a bit, chill.” abby blushed and you smiled. “so, college?”

“yea, closest college, didnt wanna go too far from home.”

“cute. okay, ill leave you be now, nice to meet you though abby, welcome!”

you left your name and number on a napkin.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

abby: hey, this angel?

angel: sure is babe

abby: hey it’s abby

angel: well hi! was kinda nervous you didnt see the napkin lmao

abby: i was kinda nervous to text you

angel: you’re cute.

angel: anyways i did have a reason for leaving my info

abby: really? i thought u must just give it out to all strangers.

angel: hardy har. good one.

angel: ANYWAYS

angel: wanna go out sometime? i know this super cute restaurant

abby: yea sure why not

angel: cool, ill send you the address. friday at 7 work?

abby: perfect.

ill say “can you believe it?” as we’re lying on the couch the moment i can see it yes, yes i can see it now

yourinstagram

yourinstagram first date, kinda nervy shes a serial killer

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a_anderson only u could take this pic and make me seem crazy

↳ yourinstagram its my specialty

dina_nolastname oh u found one that ties shoes? look at you go

↳ elliewilliams i tie ur shoes all the time okay

elliewilliams cute ig

jessesucks ill tie ur shoes for u

↳ yourinstagram please dont. you wear velcro shoes

do you remember we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time you made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter you are the best thing that’s ever been mine

a_anderson

a_anderson @ the random passerby who took this and airdropped it to me, ill name my firstborn after u

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yourinstagram we r so cute 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

↳ a_anderson wanna makeout?

mannynotnanny i h8 u

↳ a_anderson manny cannot spell: ✅

owenmoore69 been there 2 weeks and already moved on

jerry_anderson So happy for you Abs. Miss you! ❤️❤️❤️

↳ a_anderson miss you more dad 🤍

elliewilliams gag.

↳ a_anderson go away.

↳ yourinstagram yea, go away.

flash forward and we’re taking on the world together and theres a drawer of my things at your place you learn my secrets, and you figure out why im guarded you say we’ll never make my parents mistakes

abby: i have no hoodies

abby: you have any idea why?

angel: …

abby: angellllllllllllll

angel: THEYRE SO COMFY THO

abby: so ill buy u some

angel: but theyre yours i dont want new ones i want YOURS

angel: please you cant take them

angel: they’re mine now

abby: babe i need one

angel: you have one tho

abby: okay but it doesn’t go with my outfit

abby: just the grey one for today and ill bring it home tn

angel: promise?

abby: promise.

angel: fine. bring me a slushy

abby: whatever you want babe

abby: omw.

but we got bills to pay we’ve got nothing figured out when it was hard to take yes, yes this is what i thought about

abby: come over

angel: i cant love

abby: fine, ill come over

angel: no i cant come over bc ive got work in 30

abby: nooooooooooo

abby: call out.

abby: please.

angel: i would but i have rent due this weekend and my car payment the next

abby: just move in with me

angel: mhm yes whatever you want love

abby: no, like im serious

abby: move in

angel: isnt that kinda stereotypical

abby: what moving in after 2 months?

angel: yea yk uhaul lesbians??

abby: and? move in

angel: okay i actually really want to but i still have work so i gotta get ready

angel: but ill come over after and we can talk ab this????

abby: yay! see you then, have a good shift, text me if u need me 🤍

do you remember we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time you made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter you are the best thing that’s ever been mine do you remember all the city lights on the water? you saw me start to believe for the first time you made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter you are the best thing thats ever been mine

yourinstagram

yourinstagram best thing to ever be mine 🤍

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a_anderson come over i miss u

↳ yourinstagram i left an hour ago 😭

↳ a_anderson UR POINT?????

elliewilliams cringe.

dina_nolastname where r u

↳ yourinstagram cali… we got bored

↳ dina_nolastname GIRL

jessesucks y wasnt i invited??!?!

↳ yourinstagram bc ur u?

↳ dina_nolastname you’ll get em next time

↳ elliewilliams HA

and i remember that fight, 2:30 am as everything was slipping right out of our hands i ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street braced myself for the goodbye ‘cause its all ive ever known and you took me by surprise you said, “ill never leave you alone.”

“maybe i shouldnt move in,” you said, testing how far the both of you could go.

abby sighed, throwing her hands in the hair. “maybe you shouldnt!”

you watched the regret make into onto her face as your heart sunk. you headed out the door, grabbing your keys as you went. you almost made it to the car when you heard abby yelling your name.

“angel, please!” you turned to face her, just feet from your car. you heard thunder start as you waited for her to get closer to you. “im so sorry, please i dont mean it and you know it.”

“im never gonna leave you alone.”

you said, “i remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time i look at you, its like the first time i fell in love with a careless mans careful daughter she is the best thing thats ever been mine.”

a_anderson

a_anderson officially all moved in 🏡

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yourusername i made her vaccum

↳ a_anderson u didnt make me do anything

↳ yourusername hmmm

elliewilliams housewarming party when

↳ a_anderson never.

mannynotnanny happy for you abs

dina_nolastname MY BABY SHES SO HAPPY MWAH MWAH MWAH LOVE U ANGEL

jerry_anderson My girl is so grown up, love you Abs ❤️❤️❤️

↳ a_anderson love you too dad, miss you ❤️

hold on, make it last hold on, never turn back you made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter you are the best thing thats ever been mine

yourusername

yourusername happy 1 year baby. i love you 🤍

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a_anderson so lucky to love you 🤍

dina_nolastname happy 1 year dorks, love u both sm im so happy for u ur perfect

jessesucks yall r so cute omg

jerry_anderson Abby picked a good one, love you Angel. Happy 1 year to you two! ❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername thank you jerry 🤍 love you too, we will be visiting soon promise

elliewilliams photocreds where?!?

↳ yourusername i hate you.

↳ a_anderson up my butt.

↳ elliewilliams ur so immature goodness.

do you believe it? we’re gonna make it now and i can see it i can see it now

[sorry-apsalar]

Frender Drabbles: Games

Summary: i'd like to see bender acting like a depressed widow, like he always does when fry is even a little bit angry at him. or maybe leela acting as their message transmitter when they're angry at eachother 'n don't want to communicate in person, so she gets fed up and forces them to reconcile.

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“I don’t even know what they’re fucking fighting about anymore.” And now that she thought about it, Leela wasn’t sure they’d ever bothered to tell her. “They literally live together but when they want to say something to other they text me, telling me to relay the message. It’s driving me crazy.”

Sitting at the bar next to her, Amy patted her on the shoulder. “Have you tried not playing their games?”

“Well… yes but then they don’t talk to each other at all and that’s only gonna make it worse, right?” Leela wanted them to make up, both for their sakes because usually their friendship brought them happiness but also for her own sake because then they could stop bothering her as much.

“Girl, you need to stop being such a people-pleaser. Let them sink or swim on their own for once.”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t feel right but… maybe you’re right.” Playing their games certainly didn’t seem to be helping them reconcile. “Maybe it’s finally time to start putting my foot down.”

As if testing her, her phone pinged. It was Fry. She took a long drink from her rum and coke before opening it. Just to read in case it was actually important.

‘could you tell bender to turn his emo music donw its making it hard ot sleep thks’

It took more effort than it should’ve to close the chat window, turn off the screen, and pocket the phone but Leela did it. They could figure their own shit out for once. She was done with their bullshit. … “Or perhaps maybe, instead of playing their games, I could force them to play my game… metaphorically anyway.”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Like force them to talk?”

“Yeah. I mean, the ship’s pretty small and Fry’s a good enough polite by now that he probably won’t crash it if it’s just him and Bender aboard.” They’d gone on delivery mission without her before and been fine. Granted those times had been when they’d been on good terms, them fighting might change things.

“Ooh, and if it’s a long enough mission, they’d for sure either kill each other or come back as friends. Either way they’ll finally be out of your hair.”

“Or they might crash because they’re distracted by fighting.” Which would be a good reason not to do it. “Though, the auto-polite just got updated again so it should be even better at preventing crashes so… it’d probably be fine as long the space around them isn’t too populated.”

“So it’s decided then, next delivery mission you’re gonna get seriously suddenly very sick right before boarding, leaving them to go alone and hopefully finally sort their shit out?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Cool, if you need a good fake vomit recipe I know several. How good’s your fake retching?”

“Uh… not great.” Leela had never had to fake being sick before.

“That’s okay you can practice when we’re sober. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“It’s a plan then!” Leela raised her glass to clink against Amy’s before downing the rest of it in one go. They’d come here to have a good time so by golly she was gonna have a good time.

[sincelastsession]

Had a decent time doing the birthday dinner with Lucy and Travis. My neighbors kids have taken to stalking me from both balconies, thier mother videos me cleaning outside. I heard them talking about my car today confirming with one another it's the old silver Honda fit.

My parents are acting weird and paranoid about me getting a camera. They think it will get knocked down with a broom by the neighbors. Then I got bitched out that it better be under 200 when I originally said I'd buy it they insisted. I don't know what to think. If my neighbors can have a camera and the Office and the apartment management company said "Yeah do that if it makes you feel safer and gives proof"

No one us like actually happy I am around though. Like was very nice to everyone today and people were cruel. Even my mom was nasty to me.

She also offered me a dog that Esteban brought home. I told her when I moved I could take it as a foster or I could bring it to the foster ppl at CAABR.

She got furious when I tried to explain that the dog would likely get a home or go on transport to a no kill.

He told her he inherited the dog from this old lady.

Literally none of that is true unless he is scamming other women.

I'd really like to catch his abusive ass in a big lie and expose him.

But my mom know he almost broke my hand and put a fucking cigarette out on my sister that I didn't find out about till 2-3yrs ago.

I do want him to suffer and pay for what he does and did.

My mom says my dad is worse but he never beat her or threatened her or had her likely on drugs. She always has the coke nail and has even spoken about coke nails when she worked in the OR when I was a child...but now acts stupid about it. However I caught her a while back just getting mad because she does know and she is probably hooked on something he's giving her. Her teeth look like meth mouth. Teeth don't naturally turn brown Joshua. I researched it.

I will probably never bring it up to her but it's something that aggravates me and she has lied to me about so many things and the things that she has lied to me about are so fucking outlandish that if I were to tell anybody then they would be like oh my God what the fuck because everything I tell anybody about my crazy ass family everybody's like that sounds like Jerry sprigger and I'm like yeah yeah it does I feel like I was raised in that type of environment and I have been dealing with this shit forever and I would like it to stop

Like I just need to put up a fucking camera and everybody's telling me about all these bad things that could possibly happen if I put the camera up but then I've been told by the office the courtesy officer and my apartment management company to go ahead and get a camera

So I don't know what to do about that

I mean I planned on getting one anyway

And no I don't want a weird little Chihuahua dog right now that my mom's piece of shit garage sleeping cobbler alcoholic abusive boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is I don't want a dog that he brought to me I don't care what he's done for me in the past my mom always holds this over my head and says that when I wasn't home and my mom cleaned my black disgusting toilet and bathroom well it was getting clogged with wood roaches that were getting inside from under the door and all the clutter and shit in the garage as where all those roaches live and So it was a source of water and also I don't know if their bathroom only got soft water but my bathroom got hard water so there was a lot of rust staying too and honestly I mean that happened over 10 years ago probably So I don't know why she uses that as a defense for him that he cleaned my toilet I didn't ask anybody to come over and clean for me ever he and my mom went and tried to clean my room and my bathroom and it's like I could have done that when I got home from wherever I was and them shaming me about it is disgusting and I don't care how disgusting my bathroom was I was going through a horrible depression and various other abuses And I was not doing well and I had all these diagnosis that were not real and I was on medications That were making me sick and I needed to get out of the city and I went to visit my friend Mike in abbeyville

And then I came home to chaos and it was awful and then I had to live in that chaos and then my bed broke and I just needed a new mattress even if it was cbecause I could buy a pillow top or something and my dad made me sleep on the pull out sofa until the cat's claws popped the mattress and then I was still made to sleep on top of that which hurt really bad in the living room and then I asked if I could sleep in my sister's bed since it was the only mattress and room available not filled with things that I could possibly inhabit And this went on for years because he just wouldn't get me a fucking Mattress and when I moved out he still hadn't gotten me one and so the batress I have now is 1 that Bonnie just left for me because it belonged to somebody before her so I don't even wanted to be honest but it's the only 1 I have other than my guest Room 1 which needs patting and stuff that I can't afford right now

I really don't understand why my mom wanting to give me an overweight two-year-old Yappy little Chihuahua thing was a good idea like why did she think that was a great idea that her and Esteban get me a tiny dog and won't me to keep it

I mean I regret not just being like oh my God thank you yes

Like I could kick myself for that 1

And then I could just take the dog and tell them that it doesn't get along with the cats and I took it to the pound already and it's in the foster program and then they couldn't do shit about it unless they went and paid $200 to adopt it again

And what else I am tired of my neighbors playing games with me like that's what they're doing now like they're outside sitting on the steps being fucking assholes and I can hear them and they're saying should about me and I'm not paranoid that's what they're doing and it's really irritating and I don't know why people need to bully

Understand and I would like to understand what sort of satisfaction they get from that because even if I think app the most evil plan or whatever goes beyond just a prank I mean I could think of a million different nasty fucked up things to do and it would work but would I do that and no because I'm not fucked up and they had like that to act on anything of that nature to get back at people unless they have hurt me or my animals or my family or my brain snaps and I finally have enough I don't know

I don't know I just feel threatened by all these people and I know that they're just insecure and ratchet.

I'm still really pissed off and aggravated that I had to talk someone down from killing themselves and like yeah I helped them but boo I fucking hate this this has been like a large majority of my life of people coming to me and being suicidal and me having to convince them not to do that

And as much as sometimes I would like to embrace the let them standpoint I prefer not to see people pass away and I'm tired of funerals

And sometimes I would like to just say fuck it and not care like that would be refreshing

I've seen a few trailers available that are outside of Baton Rouge and it would probably be a long drive to get Anywhere Especially in the Kind of Car I Have on Gravel Living in A trailer park but it sounds more peaceful than the city at this point and I'm not sure what to do but my parents don't want me living in a trailer or trailer park or a ghetto in word house because they are both incredibly racist even though they say they aren't and With me it's not racism I'm sure I have micro aggressions but I really don't care that these people are black honestly they could be white trash or some other skin tone I reallyDon't care I just want them to quit being awful and leave me the fuck alone.

And then now my parents are just trying to scare me about putting a camera up and I'm like why when you guys said that you would help me is it now a big deal like if we put the camera up it might get knocked down oh my God and it has me worried and I'm like what the fuck

I don't know if we can just do like standing appointments every week for Thursdays at 2 PM?

I would really like to see if my insurance would approve 2 visits a week and I think if I call my caseworker and ask her you know what should you be asking that won't have me put in some sort of stupid outpatient program because like I've had therapist who have seen me twice a week and I did not require an outpatient program and so my insurance might not require that I know some insurance is may But I'm not sure

Wish I was someone's favorite person but I know I'm not currently.

I mean yeah I have a partner and I know he loves me and cares about me but it's just like I get so many guys blowing up my messages and none of them really want to have a real conversation they just want to go on a date and fuck. It's just all about sex and what I can offer with my body and it's awful. And I am I guess going to make men wait. But I got told that if I continued to do that then I was going to end up all alone and you know I don't like to be alone and I don't want to be alone when I'm older and I don't want to marry somebody that I'm not attracted to And I don't just mean looks.

I mean I'm gonna be 38 soon and most of my friends have kids and jobs and are traveling other countries and comparison as a thief of joy but they're having a hell of a lot better time than me and I'm embarrassed honestly every time they ask me how I'm doing and I don't know how to reply because all I want to do is tell them the truth and I have to give some stupid little short oh I'm doing fine I'm doing wonderful so I'm just bullshit response but I'm not doing it okay I'm having a fucking terrible time.

And right now I can hear people being loud as fuck outside it's like 11:40 PM

All my supposed to like relax and watch TV or do anything when people are being so loud that it could be heard over that and why are none of my neighbors calling about this other than my neighbor Darlene

Because I know that there's lots of people that live in the apartments surrounding the pool but maybe they just don't know that they can contact the office

I don't know quite understanding that and I cannot wait to live in a house of my own or just somewhere fucking quiet away from everyone

The world is loud and violent and I keep getting hurt and I would rather just step away from it and live somewhere where I feel at peace

And it's either I wait for a long time and I might possibly get a house to live in or my parents die or my parents do help me find a place to live to rent and hopefully SSI goes up because I don't know if I will ever be able to do financial stability because lake in that department I don't overspend I don't think on just whims

Like I don't buy anything that's not useful or doesn't have a purpose

But like I just want my own home I want to work from home I want to have a partner that has their own job and I want to be fun actually stable or financially stable enough to live comfortably and I don't need the world's best fancy plays but this is just too stressful and I need something that's peaceful and I'm exhausted trying to keep up with everyone

I mean it's really weird being born of a family that is divided into 2 classes very poor and very well off and then watching my family who is bad with money my mom and my dad make poor financial choices and then watching both families be like fucking embarrassed and then everybody does not want to talk to them and hates them and everybody has kind of just forgotten about me or they don't want anything to do with me because I think I'm like my parents And I don't no how to do the mass in the taxes and regular banking and all I've ever known is like how the credit union works at least a little bit I don't even know all of that

And I just bright now I feel like I don't have any more room in my brain for like any information like I would love to be able to learn things and store it and bring it out when I need it but I haven't been able to do that and it's really frustrating like I just want to learn how to do new things and do them and it seems so easy for everyone else and why is it difficult for me

I've done plenty of things by myself but the things that I don't know how to do that I need assistance with so I can visually learn is really frustrating because like you know you want a person there with you while you're trying not to like fucking electrocute yourself Or not fuck up your wallpaper or whatever the case you know just home improvement things that no one ever taught me financial things no 1 ever taught me and you know I've been to outpatient facilities where they wanted to teach people who were mostly down syndrome and had other neurological problems you know all these things and how to do them pulled me out of that group because they didn't even think I was autistic they were just like you're way too smart and they couldn't find a group to put me in and they finally settled on 1 group and it was fucking terrible I had a girl get obsessed with me and another guy and I got pulled into that nightmare fuel

I had to block her on everything it was insane

It is really frustrating for it to be a Sunday And to hear my neighbor's screaming on the balcony like everybody wants to go to bed right now

[allamericanb-tch]

you signed up for this thoughts (2)

chapter 13

i love this fic so much even though some parts of it really make me cringe

kissing his teeth

i need to start keeping track of how many times solmussa says that

omg remus took a bunch of pictures of sirius ahhhh

“you’re a heathen” sirius you heathen 

ew body shots that seems unsanitary 

“denial is a river in egypt” i miss when people said that all the time

me when wolfstar

lily!

dorlene ☹️ 

pandora has a brother ?! please let it be evan i am a rosier twins truther

TWINS!!!! this is a good sign

IT IS EVAN!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!

jegulus

i love sirius and regulus being brothers

“remus is very sticky” SIRIUS STOP

“It’s just that I said nothing has stuck, but Remus clearly is sticking because I can’t stop thinking about him and I think if he weren’t leaving, I could actually fall in love with him—" VERY IMPORTANT CLARIFICATION 

remus jump scare

james and his rum and coke

i definitely know way more spanish that i thought i did bc i’m following these conversations pretty okay i think

this is kinda nast

yeah im getting the ick right now

oh me oh my

sirius is so sirius

jegulus is jegulusing

ewww 

chapter 14

my prediction for this chapter based solely on the title is that barty is coming

BARTY POV!!! WHAT DID I JUST SAY

ok i actually love bartylus

ao3 is draining my battery so much

rabastan!

omg is it evan ahhhh

barty pulling a teenage girl and doing some deep internet stalking he’s so real

barty is absolutely feral

the drama omg

barty 😭😭

rosekiller is rosekilling me

minor spelling mistake 🤬

chapter 15

i love how many of the chapter titles are maisie peters songs

i can’t wait for james to meet barty

oh james. jamie james james. 

regulus telling dorcas ahhhh

oh me oh my

sirius pov im nervy

oh me oh my

i mean. it could have gone a lot worse.

this is making me want to go on a boat now

wolfstar 

BARTY ?!

maisie peters mention no regulus you definitely did not lose the breakup

hip hip hooray for sirius

oh me oh my

chapter 16

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO END THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT AND NOT PICK UP WITH JAMES POV AHHHH

it’s okay bc i love lily <3

MARYLENE ?!

🎶it’s a cruel summer🎶

i love pandalily

oh barty pov

yeah he’s crazy

WHAT

the drama

“Remus has never considered himself a prude, and yet he discovers he’s a little scandalised by the way James and Sirius seem to have absolutely no boundaries whatsoever.”

wolfstar is wolfstaring

oh me oh my

skimming this party because brother euughhhh

oh me oh my

“he kisses his teeth” WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

james 

🎶old habits die screaming🎶

ew stop icky gross

wow there is a lot of hanky panky in this

EW

AH

EW

ew

stopping here bc i have a class in 5 minutes 

chapter 17

alas i am home from school

wolfstar 

dorcas!

barty jump scare

bartylus 😧

i really hate that i don’t like barty because in this i love barty so much but like aghhhh

oh poor james ☹️

the drama

WHAT

well.

minor spelling mistake 🤬

please why is this angsty

chapter 18

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

JAMES what the heck man

angst ☹️

pandalily ❤️‍🩹 they’re so precious 

i love sirius so much. 

jegulus is having a moment

WHAT

oh me oh my barty

REGULUS 😭

omg

AHHHH

AHHHH

AHHHH

AHHHH

barty ?! please i need rosekiller im begging

OH ?! 

i manifested this. 

i love evan. 

chapter 19

dorcas! i need dorlene to happen so bad omg 

pandora forgetting straight people exist i love her so much

AH

marlene just texted dorcas guys what’s gonna happen

my kink is karma on repeat (not relevant at all to this)

i love pandora so much you don’t understand 

dorcas mary and marlene ?! eat.

piano lesson now ☹️

i’m back!

i love jegulus so much

i left and i am back now

i need to distract myself bc i can’t tell if i made a bad decision rn

sirius inviting regulus to christmas ❤️‍🩹

minor spelling mistake 🤬

ooh

oh me oh my

genuinely i am so confused by all of this but i do NOT want to do research so i actually understand 

EW agh ew stop ew ew ew

sirius’ favorite movie being titanic is so real

i love man bun sirius

ok wait i am literally falling asleep rn i will be back later

marlene! it’s been so long HELP i totally forgot i was reading this

dorlene ?! my favs

chapter 20

rosekiller!

ew

🎶i love you it’s ruining my life🎶

ew

dorcas!!!

i love mary so much

ew 

wolfstar!

ew

eughhhhh brother eughhhhh

AHHHH

they said i love you

oh regulus

🎶I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL🎶

i love jegulus

““We can always burn the airport down,” Sirius says longingly. “Destroy all airplanes so they can't leave."” i love sirius

no thoughts just pandalily

jegulus ☹️

ok no more for today 

[mitchiegonewild]

aot youtuber headcanons part 1

Eren: "jaegerbamb"

Eren games. ik this sounds like such a cop out answer but cmon...that dude would have streamy-worthy rage-quits, the best lives, and the most entertaining streams

he would repost all the edits people make of him

he moves to twitch after a while on youtube

all of his fans swear hes fine but everyone who's not is like "yeah hes like a 6"

he rarely collabs with anyone but when he does its always with either mikasa or armin who beat his ass, or connie just bc he loves connie

he HATES horror games and his subs know it so they always request those games and 9 times out of 10 he ends up crying

Mikasa: "wiccanest"

she does manifestation and spirituality stuff

she helps all her baby witches and is EXTREMELY avid about doing things the right way so her subs dont get hurt

she looks scary in her thumbnails but shes actually the softest person to ever exist in her vids

her cats are almost always featured in her videos. their names are keyboard and snufkin

shes also pinterest famous and uploads the most random yet aesthetic stuff

she did a gym vlog video with annie once and everyone went crazy bonkers bananas

Armin: "MinnieASMR"

an asmrist and i will die on this hill

he gives out studying tips on there too and does "study with me :)" videos

he did a mukbang once and never again because connie was in his comments like "ZAMN DADDY LOOKS GOOD WHILE HE MONCHIN??😍😍😍" & "THAT CRUNCH AT 8:29 IM ABT TO BUST A NUT😩"

does tiktok lives but falls asleep on them

choked on his water one time while the mic was at full vol still and woke up a good 2/3rds of his streamers

does the best energy plucks

Connie: "conman reacts"

a react channel

hes like coryxkenshin, but he only plays games with eren

hes actually really funny though, and he does a lot of streams so he can interact with people, and he also has a podcast that he hosts with sasha and jean

actually threw up on camera when someone asked if he and sasha were dating (that was the day they both came out LMFAO)

he is strong asf in every single try not to laugh challenge but the SECOND he hears "wenomechainsama" or any low quality meme and he loses it

he and mr beast did a video together once and connie blew a coke up in his face. he was not invited back

Annie: "Annie's How To's"

self defense videos and life inspiration

posts maybe once every four months because she forgets that she has a channel

got acrylics PURELY to show people with long nails how to knock a motherfucker out

actually ended up liking them and gets them when shes not filming

sometimes appears in mikasas videos to do yoga with her

has little 8-minute mindfulness videos

Sasha: "sasha.b"

sasha doesn't do food videos bc im tired of always seeing her with food shit, so i say she does a brittany broski type thing where she literally just does the most unhinged and wild shit whenever and its funny as hell

connie is her sarah schauer and jean is her bestie taylor

shes gone on literally so many podcast episodes and just gets drunk while telling literally the most outrageous stories from her childhood

was a born and raised tennessee girlie that moved to chicago

is mikasas roommate and photobombs her videos almost constantly, but just with a little wave

obsesses over medias and just will not stop talking about it for weeks on end and then moves on in a blink

Jean & Marco: "Jean & Marco V.S. The Paranormal"

they are literally buzzfeed unsolved

jean does not believe in ghosts. marco very much does and says his Catholic Prayers at least thrice in each video

jean twerked for annabelle and she threatened to brutally kill both of them

marcos super respectful and is always like "the dress you have in this picture is just lovely" and jeans like "first of all...youuurrreee nothing but a trashy hoe." and then gets surprised when the ghost targets him

marco fell through a haunted bar's roof and started singing "the lord is my shepherd" and jean stopped himself mid rescue to laugh

a rumor got started that marco was actually dead and a ghost and there is now a national funeral day for marco in the "Jean & Marco V.S. The Paranormal" fandom

Hange: "Science Rulez"

an account purely for middle school science teachers

theyre an actual scientist not just a youtuber but on their off days because they love their job so much they'll do tiny little videos

they are VERY passionate about teaching biology in schools

they have pet turtles and ferrets that they heavily feature and call them their "assistants" (moblit has a "hey, im right here!" voice bite that they usually play)

moblit is their begrudging camera and light man because he just wants to be able to go on vacation with them on their time off

hange covers EVERYTHING from astronomy to fucking quantum physics and always gets comments about how they changed students whole grades and they ALWAYS respond and/or like

[vamp1rex1c]

My 4n4 story

0 - 8 years

well... it all started when I was a little kid. My mom and aunt always had issues with their weight, and did craaaazy diets. I was used to it, for me it was even normal not seeing them eating anything during the day and then stuffing their faces with chocolate at night.

14 yo

Then I started High School... and I was kinda thin... my weight was about 119lbs (54kg) and I was okay with it. Until I wasn't. I'm not really sure how this started but I remember that my friend was throwing a pool party and my mom said "Since the party is tomorrow, today you shouldn't eat anything, so you can be thinner. Just drink water and you'll be just fine, I did this when I was your age, you can do it 2." And then I started thinking about my weight. The next day I lied to my friends, said that I was on my period, just to not be forced to take of my clothes and enter the pool. I watched them having fun and all I could think about was my weight.

Well... I always was kinda of impatient and wanted fast results so I literally googled "How to be 4n0r3x1c?" lol. Then I found LOTS of pr0-4n4 blogs. They had some Crazy diets, m34nsp0, th1nsp0, eg0sp0 and sw33tsp0. It was "eazy". I Just needed to stop eating. And I was like "oh, okay, I'll do this rn and when I reach my goal weight I'll live a normal life." For the love of Goddess... I was a fool. I had a friend with bad body image (although she was thinner than me) and we did everything together. The exercises, exchange lunch for green tea, look at th1nsp0... and then it wasn't enough. I started with bul1m14... the voices told me that I deserved this cuz I ate. Exercised a lot and it was working. Until the day the school decided to take the students to a waterfall and I cried and begged my mother to not make me go, cuz I didn't want anyone to see my body cuz I was so fucking FAT. She was lowkey worried but didn't made me go. I even started my own pr0-4n4 blog... but I just posted about my thoughts and th1nsp0.

Sometime later my bff noticed about my ed and said that If I didn't stop it she was going to tell my mother... but... HOW CAN I STOP AN MENTAL DISEASE??? Anyway... I got better at faking being normal and stuff. The voices always told me how fat I was, I that I couldn't eat.

15yo

The next year one other friend (lets call her Sarah) had an ed and everybody noticed cuz she passed out sometimes and talked about how she didn't eat and stuff. Oh... I was SO JEALOUS! When I ate with her, I put less food on the plate than she did and still leave something. I needed to be skinnier than she. Lighter than she. Even though I was waaay taller than she, I needed to weight less. But I wasn't loosing any way... idk why. Maybe I was, but body dysmorphia didn't let me see It. Then my friend from the past year had another pool party, and neither me or Sarah went to the pool, we're Just watching people having fun.

16yo

I was in some whatsapp 4n4 groups and they had lots of challenges, we fasted together... but it was a lot of preassure.

17-18yo

Some time passed and my ed was kinda of... numb. The voices in my head never stopped, but I kinda of ignored them. Then it got worse, I went to edtwt and I was a failure. I binged A LOT. Then it kinda of stopped. But I stopped taking my meds (I have an autoimmune disease) and gainned 44lbs (20kg). My family started to talk about my body, send me diets, comment "Are you REALLY gonna eat that???" even If It was my first and only meal of the day. I started boxing class and barely ate anything but still didn't lose any weight. Then I came back to my meds and Lost 22 pounds (10kg), while I fasted, paced arround the house all night, exercised A LOT and barely ate anything. I created my first Tumblr @diet-coke-fairy and everything was okay (well... the most okay it can be)... but then I got termed. fucking three times. ... i'm in a plateau and hate my body more than never. I didn't saw any changes in my body, although I lost much weight and some clothes. I submitted myself to some fucked up things... I kept going out with a guy, even though he scheduled things and didn't go, he only texted me once a week or when he was drunk. I puted my makeup on, dressed up and spent hours pacing and waiting... Just cuz I though that this was the best I've ever get... that no one else would think i'm pretty. Also he was so tall and strong... I felt so petite arround him... anyway... we stopped seeing each other but sometimes we talk... My family asks me my weight EVERY SINGLE DAY, ask me How many calories are in..., comment on my body and call me skinnie. I fucking hated It.

19yo

well... now I live alone ( the most alone the voices let me be ) and it should be great cuz I can fast and exercise all day without anyone noticing but my meds doesn't allow me to. If I go more than 3-4 hours without eating I pass out. Fortunately that's only until April, then I'll finally stop this meds and go back to fasting... I have some friends here... one of them barely eats, she just goes on coffee and some crackers all day! her roomie is sooo skinny, even though she eats like a normal person. I really don't know whom I'm more jealous, one has the control and the other is so skinny... I wish I had both. And there's another friend who keeps commenting on EVERYTHING that every person eats... it's so embarrassing. Anyway, at least I exercise a lot and next month I'll start walking outside... can't wait for it.

Anyway... that's it for now...

thank you for reading my story... kiss kiss love love

[iwriteweightgainbullshit]

“I’ll let your love fatten me up” (Part 2) 

If you haven’t read part 1 yet I advice you do that first. 

Ship: Billy Hargrove/ Steve Harrington 

Words: 1,324 

This is a feederism kink, don’t like don’t read. Also contains a lot of fluff. 

Steve feels a bit anger coming up in him. After all he did for Billy, this is how he gets paid back? But then Steve turns the letter around and sees Billy’s phone number there with a little heart. Steve feels his heart melt there for a second but he’s still a bit mad, he figures Billy is just scared so he decides to let it slide. 

He takes a quick shower, while being in the shower he thinks about yesterday. He thinks about Billy eating all that junk and his belly getting all big and swollen. He starts getting hard. Weird... This is... New. He starts mastrubating in the shower. Trying to think of everything except Billy’s beautiful swollen belly, but it keeps popping up in his head. Then he comes all over the wall while thinking of Billy getting bigger. Wel better yet... Of him helping  get Billy bigger. 

After he’s all cleaned up and ready to go to school he gets in his car and rides off to school. 

Once he gets to class he doesn’t see Billy anywhere. The day goes on and still Billy is nowehere to be found, so he decides to message Billy. 

“Billy, hi, where are you?” Steve messages. 

“Woods, why...” he answers quickly. 

“You haven’t been on school...?”  

“No, why bother?”  

Steve is confused but senses there’s something wrong. 

“Send me the location, I’m coming over” 

“Why?”  

“Just do it, Hargrove” 

“Okay, Harrington, but if you try to pull anything you’re fucking dead.” 

So there Steve goes, skipping school to see his former bully in the woods. 

Once he arrives, he sees Billy sitting there. You can see he just cried but tries not to show it. 

“Billy what’s wrong, why weren’t you at school?” Steve is worried like crazy. 

“You!” Billy screams at Steve. 

“Me? What did I do?” Steve feels rage building up, what the actual fuck does Billy think he’s doing. 

“You probably told the whole school I was a queer right? That I am a pathetic faggot who cried on your couch. A fucking loser!” Billy almost starts crying again. 

“Billy no! I would never!” Steve is shocked, why would he do that? Just to get some sick revenge for bullying him? Who does he think he is? 

“Really?” Billy doesn’t really believe Steve yet. 

“Billy, I didn’t tell anyone. I promise. Plus literally everyone knows you’re straight, don’t worry.”  

“Am not...” Billy says quitly. 

“You’re not straight?” Steve feels his heart get warm 

“No... You?” Billy looks away, too scared to look at Steve. 

“No, I’m bi actually.” Steve smiles. Billy looks back at Steve. 

“Oh... I am gay, I think” Billy says unsure. 

“That’s okay, you don’t need to know yet.” Steve proudly smiles. 

Then Billy’s stomach grumbles. 

“You’re hungry, big guy?” Steve takes Billy by his hand and helps him up. 

“Yeah, could I maybe? Eat at your place again?” Billy asks quitly. 

“Ofcoures, Billy, you can always come, whenever you want.”  

“Thanks, pretty boy” And there it is, his cocky smile, it’s back. 

* 

At Steve’s place they decide to cook together. They’re making 2 Lasagna’s, they figured they could always have some left overs for tomorrow. And Steve kinda wants to see how much Billy can eat, but he won’t admit that. 

They are singing together, “so you’ve gotta let me know! Should I stay or should I go? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble and if I stay it will be double. So you’ve gotta let me know! Should I stay or should I go?” They both laugh and smile at each other. 

Then the food is ready and they start eating. 

“Omg this is so good, hmmm” Billy moans and Steve feels his dick twitch in his pants. 

Halve thru the lasagna Steve stops eating but billy? He doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. He is 3 /4 thru the lasagna when he starts getting a bit uncomfortable, Steve notices. “You don’t have to finish the whole thing, if you’re full” 

“Hmmm, I want to tho, can you just grab me a coke, pretty boy?” Billy winks and Steve blushes ofcoures. How could he not? Steve grabs him a litter of coca cola. 

Billy starts drinking and eating and drinking again and then eating, that’s how it keeps going. His pace getting slower and slower untill... 

He reached the end... Holy shit... He ate the whole thing... And it’s definitely noticeable, his belly is proudly sticking out, his shirt rode up a little. 

“That was so- buurrrrpp- good –buurrp, sorry” Billy says looking a bit flushed and oh... If Steve wasn’t hard before that, he definitely is now. 

Steve starts grabbing the plates to do the dishes, then he catches Billy’s pants... They are undone, his belly falling over his pants and its such a sweet sight to see. 

“You need some- burrrpp- help with –burrrp- the dishes?” And shit Steve feels precum leaking, shit, shit, shit. He quickly turns around so Billy can’t see. 

“Don’t worry Billy, just go lay on the couch.” Steve still has his back turned to Billy. But when Billy tries to get up... He notices he’s too full to get up. 

“Shit Steve, gonna need some help here, heh” He nervously says. 

“Whats wrong Bill? Oh...” He turns around and notices the problem. And totally forgets his hard leaking cock on full sight. Billy notices and smirks. 

“Hmmm, so that’s it huh? You like this don’t you, pretty boy?” He winks. 

“Wh- what Billy?” Steve stutters, fuck, Billy knows, he’s gonna think he’s so disgusting. 

“It’s okay baby boy, so you like me all big and round huh? You did this to me you know? Made me all big and round. Maybe I should come over more often and over eat. Imagine how chubby you could make me...” Billy exactly knows what he’s doing to Steve, who by the way looks like his jaw just fell to the damn floor. 

“Please Billy..” Steve begs. 

“What do you want, pretty boy?” With his cocky smile. 

“You in me, please Billy”  

“Hmmm, not in this state... Maybe if you give me some belly rubs first and then beg some more for me...” He signs Steve to come to him. 

“Ofcoures Bill.” He comes closer to Billy and Billy signs him to sit on his lap, so that’s what Steve does. He starts rubbing Billy’s belly, and Billy starts moaning underneath him. And man if he could he would get even harder now, but he thinks that’s pretty much impossible. 

After a few minutes a bit of the bloat went away and Billy looks a lot more comfortale now. 

“So pretty boy, you wanted to get fucked huh?” Billy strokes Steve’s face. 

“Please Billy” 

“Please what? Billy says cocky. 

“Please fuck me, please Billy, I need you in me!” 

Eventough Billy enjoys teasing Steve a lot, he himself is as hard as a rock now. 

“Upstairs now!” They quickly go upstairs and Billy starts undressing Steve, leaving Steve completely naked except for some boxers. Steve gets annoyed that he’s the only one undressed, so he starts pulling Billy’s shirt, signing to him that he has to take it off. So Billy does, and his pants, and finally his boxers. And shit... He’s big... Bigger then Steve is used to... Billy notices that Steve is a bit scared. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be gentle.” The soft calming voice is smoothing and Steve relaxes a bit. 

“Got some lube baby?”  

“Drawer”  

Billy laughs and grabs the lube and starts applying it to his fingers and cock. 

“You ready baby?” 

Thank you for reading, there will be a part 3! 

Feedback is always welcome! 

Have a nice day! :) 

[restapesta]

them playing truth or dare

Tami had been the one to suggest it.

Ian found it weird that everybody just went along, minds still sane and all, eager to comply and play as if they weren't all full-blown adults with marriages and children; but a few beers in—sans Lip who was sporting a Diet Coke—maybe it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise; the kids were otherwise occupied, Liam was at a sleepover, the Gallagher house was free for them, and them only.

Maybe Ian shouldn't have balked at his husband who had enthusiastically said yes! to playing truth or dare, as if they were all a bunch of teenage girls, begging for their crushes to be revealed. Ian watched Mickey from the corner of his eye as he took a shot of vodka that had been haphazardly lying on the table for communal use—great, Ian would be getting drunk Mick tonight. They'd probably have to crash at the house. Even Ian had a beer to drink and he got hammered pretty fucking quick.

"Okay," Tami said loudly, shushing the small crowd of people who were sitting all around the living room, speaking in a frenzy, voices mushing in together so it wasn't even conversation, just fucking loud and incoherent. Her hair was clinging wildly to her sweaty forehead, strands flying around as if electrocuted, and Ian realized this was the first time after her second pregnancy she was able to really get drunk. He applauded her for it, hoping she was having a great fucking time. Over a year of abstinence and he'd go fucking crazy, probably.

Ian couldn't help but guiltily look at his brother from the corner of his eye as if he'd been able to read his thoughts. He only looked away once Mickey elbowed him, whispering lowly how Ian should probably slow down with the drinks. Wouldn't want you to faint in ten fucking minutes and need me to drag you back home, said the man that was drunk off his ass.

Even inebriated he worried.

"Hey!" Tami shouted until all eyes went to her and the voices drowned out, dissipating into murmurs, one of them being Ian telling his husband that, it was so cute you're worrying about me, earning himself a middle finger in the face. She continued, seemingly pleased with herself for shutting a bunch of Gallaghers up, a feat not easily accomplished (what she didn't know was that everybody was still talking, just discreetly enough for her to not hear).

"Since I was the one who came up with the idea," She said proudly as if playing truth or dare was the smartest, coolest idea ever. "I think I should have the honors of starting."

Lip snorted beside her, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're drunk but okay." His head was shaved off completely, prompted by lice Fred had brought back home from day-care.

They were both sitting on two cushions on the floor, leaving Debbie on the sofa near the door, and Carl on the couch next to Ian and Mickey. His Coke can was so close to his leg, just begging to be spilled. Ian fought the urge to tell him to just move it to the side, but well, everybody else was practically drunk, so it didn't seem too fair. He was forced to endure a bunch of assholes while sober; the least they could do was offer him more Cokes and leave him to ruin his stomach in peace while they all ruined their livers.

"Shush!" Tami swatted at him, a concentrated look on her face. "We're playing."

Lip raised his hands in surrender just as Ian turned to whisper into Mickey's ear, "This is gonna be a shit show."

It was Mickey's turn to shush Ian, swatting him gently on the arm, focus solely on Tami and her upcoming question. He looked genuinely interested in what Tami had to ask—maybe he was looking forward to some juicy questions. Ian thought she'd be the one to ask the blandest ones.

"We're playing," Mickey said once Ian leaned in again to tell him just that, and Ian just shook his head lightly, biting his lip to stop from smiling.

Tami moved her eyes from her boyfriend all the way to Debbie who was fucking around on her phone, typing away slowly. Ian knew she was paying attention, but he also knew that her new girlfriend and their "relationship problems" probably exceeded the game right now.

"You ready, Debbie?" She asked, eyes dropping in sympathy. "This first one's for you. You said you needed to get your mind off of things."

Debbie lifted her eyes from her phone, eyebrows going up, biting her lip. She shut the screen off and crossed her legs, nodding to herself. "Shoot."

"Okay, so—"

"—What’s the most embarrassing thing that turns you on?"

Lip groaned along with Ian at the question. It didn't matter if they all knew everything and anything about each other's sex lives—Debbie talked about hers in a way that not even Ian and Mickey do. So Ian just squirmed in his seat, grimacing and then shooting a glare towards his husband who snickered at his facial expression, and they all sat and waited for their sister to start talking about sex as if they were begging to hear about it. Ian was mentally preparing for having his ears bleed.

"Hmm," She said. "Probably thighs."

They collectively blew out grateful breaths that she didn't feel the need to explain her answer. Ian still squirmed, because, well—why the fuck did he need to have that in common with his little sister?

"Carl," Debbie said, fiddling with her phone again. She probably got a new message she would need to send a ten-paragraph rant over. "What's the worst thing about sex, in your opinion?"

Ian eyed Carl beside him as he shrugged. "Not getting any."

It was Mickey who reached over Ian to clap him on the shoulder, grin wide on his face. He really was drunk. "Good answer, kid."

Ian turned to look at him, face scrunching in confusion. They literally had sex before they came over. "What are you talking about? You haven't spent a day in the past, like, four years not get any."

Mickey shrugged, sipping on his beer. "There were times I wasn't gettin' any."

Ian rolled his eyes. He knew Mickey inside, out—that man always got some, whether it be with Ian or without. So he asked, "When?"

Mickey looked at him, eyes clearer than before, still drunk but sober enough to answer Ian's question earnestly.

He cleared his throat, then sucked on his teeth when he saw Ian really was looking for an answer.

When the fuck did Mickey ever do celibacy shit?

"Look, man," He said. "sex," He annunciated the word. "isn't really the same when it's not with the person you want it to be with. It's weird and mechanical, and knowing what sex you could be having instead of the robotic fucking makes you hate it." He looked over at Carl. "I get what you mean by not getting any because I hadn't seen Ian for two fucking years before prison, and most of that time I just thought I'd have miserable, loveless sex for the rest of my life, so," He shrugged, again, settling back into the cushions. "Not getting any isn't just not having sex. It's not having sex with the only person you want to have sex with because you'll never see them again for the rest of your life."

"So," Lip started, a teasing air around his words. "Pointless fucking equals not getting any, and lovemaking with Ian here equals you bitches are soulmates?"

Mickey snorted. "Yeah, fuck you."

He then, probably noting how Ian was staring at him, completely flabbergasted, met Ian's eyes.

There was a second of them just staring at one another, Mickey's eyes quickly going up and down Ian's form in the most loving/sexual way, before he averted them to Carl again. "Come on, man, who's next?"

Carl grinned wickedly. "Ian,"

"Yeah?" He finally forced himself to stop staring at Mickey who was now placing his hand soothingly over his thigh, silently saying, You know what I meant. I know you know what I meant.

Carl's question was quick.

"Do you believe you and Mickey are soulmates?"

Ian's right eyebrow went up—he'd been practicing after a heated discussion with Mickey at three am on a Wednesday about who had better eyebrows. He was a sore loser.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well," Carl said. "You've just broken up more number of times than I've had girlfriends—"

"We've always come back to each other," He interrupted, tone defensive; slightly frustrated. Mickey's hand squeezed, warm through the fabric of Ian's sweats.

"Yeah, but—"

"There's no question about it, Carl. If there's anybody in this world that's literally meant for me, it's Mickey. I've loved him since the very first day I met him, and I'll love him until the day I die." He meant it with every bone in his body and he just wished somebody would put it in question again, after all they had been through. Wasn't that proof fucking enough that if there's anybody in this world Ian loves more than Mickey, it's Mickey loving Ian back?

"That answer' your question?" He asked, chin jutting out.

His hands went up in surrender as he lowly whistled. "Got it, chief."

"Yeah, Ian," Tami said, eyes rolling animatedly. "We get it—you love each other most in the world, blah, blah, barf."

Mickey choked out a laugh. "Come on, Red," He said, looking again towards Ian, gaze soft. "Next question."

So they played on.

[bloodorangesoup]

Happy Twenty | S.R.

Summary: At the age of sixteen you and Steve made a pact that, if you were still both virgins by the age of twenty, you’d be each other’s firsts, just to get it out of the way.

Pairing: 30sPreSerum!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 8.2k I’m sorry

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | childhood friends to lovers | a lot of lead up | protected sex (obviously) | slight overstimulation | corruption kink if you squint, spin in a circle, and chant my name 3 times | innocent steve | a lot more fluff than I originally intended

Notes: Before this I had no idea condoms were a thing in the 30s. This is my first Steve one-shot and I don’t know how much I like it because it’s kinda all over the place but it is a thing. It’s also the longest one-shot I’ve ever written so bear with me. Please let me know how I did and any other Steve stuff you’d like to read! Happy reading!

The first fireworks were lit as the clock struck twelve, patriots all throughout Brooklyn not being able to wait even a second longer to celebrate the country they loved so much. The three of you had decided once again to watch the first fireworks of the Fourth from Steve’s rooftop. It was a half Independence Day celebration, half friendship tradition to kick off both of your birthday’s together.

Bucky was sitting up on your right, elbows resting on his knees. Steve laid on your left, his hands folded and resting on his stomach. You laid in between them, your arms stretched above your head. A smile graced your face as you watched the fireballs shoot up in the air and burst into color.

“Happy birthday, kiddos,” Bucky said, a cheesy grin plastered on his face.

“You’re not much older than us, punk, you’re only seventeen,” Steve scoffed back. Your smile grew, watching your two favorite boys. You dropped your left arm down to wrap around Steve’s shoulders and bring him closer to you.

“Hey,” you said facing Steve, “you’re supposed to be nice to senior citizens,” you nodded towards Bucky.

“Ah, shut up, Y/n,” Bucky laughed, you and Steve following.

Silence took over the rooftop, the three of you admiring the colors painting the night sky. Your arm was still around Steve’s shoulder; you only noticed when you turned to look at him and realized how close your faces were. He turned his head, sensing your stare. Noses almost touching, the two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before you flashed him a big smile.

“Happy sixteen, Stevie,” you whispered to him, admiring the flecks of green mixed into the blue of his irises. Steve’s smile grew, he let out a little breath of laughter.

“Happy sixteen, Y/n.” You glanced over his face one more time before looking back up at the fireworks, not wanting to miss the rest of the show.

Steve stayed facing you, taking in the rare moment he could stare at you in all your beauty. He shouldn’t have had a crush on you, you were his best friend, but he chalked it up to you being one of the only girls that ever gave him the time of day. His eyes drew down your eyebrows, remembering how excited you had been when your mom had finally let you start plucking them, to your eyes and they way they crinkled at the corners as you beamed at the sky. Every time a new firework would go off he would watch as the blues, greens, and pinks highlighted your cheekbones. He didn’t even realize he was staring until a gum wrapper hit him in the face. Looking up at the direction it came from, he met Bucky’s knowing look, one eyebrow up and a smirk. Steve just shook his head and looked back up at the sky.

Around one o’clock, Bucky had to walk back home. The three of you slowly walked your way down to the door of Steve’s apartment, stalling to prolong your time together.

“Alright, I really gotta get going now. Mom’s gonna whoop me if I’m not home by two,” Bucky said, putting his hands on yours and Steve’s shoulders before bringing you two in for a hug, “happy birthday, idiots.”

“Bye, Bucky,” you rolled your eyes.

As Bucky walked off, Steve unlocked his door and motioned for you to come in. Another birthday tradition you two had begun was to have a sleepover the night before. You would never tell Steve, but the only reason your parents were okay with it was because they figured they would never have to worry about Steve making a move on you. You hung up your coat and immediately made your way to the radio, a gift Steve had received the year before. Spinning the dial through the channels, you landed on one that had slow jazz music playing.

Steve got two cokes from the icebox and set them down on the small coffee table in the center of the living room. You sat on the floor across the table from him, setting up the checkerboard on it.

“Wish Bucky could’ve stayed this year with us. You know the only reason his mom gives him a curfew now ‘s cause he spent the whole night out with a girl last month?” Steve said as he moved his first piece forward.

“Big trouble for a date? Why’d he do a stupid thing like that?” You moved your first piece.

“He said he was this close to losing it,” Steve pinched his fingers together, “said he got his hand up her skirt though. Can you believe it? He’s only seventeen and he’s already almost lost his virginity,” Steve shook his head and sighed exasperatedly as you both made your moves.

You scanned the board, trying to find a safe spot, “You know, honestly, a lot of boys our age are starting to talk about that now, even some of the girls. Is it such a crazy idea?” You moved your piece.

“Maybe not for you guys. Girls tend to do anything to stay away from me,” Steve said with a disappointed sigh.

“Hey, it’s not that bad. And what do you mean ‘you guys’? It’s not like I’m one of the prettier girls or have any boys coming up to me at school or any of the dance halls, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet!” The both of you had stopped looking at the board.

“Neither have I,” Steve shot back immediately.

The air stilled, you and Steve looked at each other, thinking the same thing but not wanting to be the first to say it.

“Stevie?” you snapped him out of his head. He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at you, telling you to go on. “Maybe these things would be easier if we just got it over with, y’know?” You hoped he was understanding where you were going with this, not wanting to have to explain and face his surprise.

“Yeah, I mean yes, I guess it’d be easier,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“Steve?” You said again, firmer this time. His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours. “Would you wanna kiss me?” you asked slowly.

Steve stared at you for a second, waiting for you to laugh or tell him this was some practical joke Bucky had set up. Instead you were nervously twiddling your thumbs and turned your head down.

“Yes.”

You quickly looked up, eyes widening. Your mouth opened, words wanting to come out but failing. Closing your eyes and taking a breath you spoke, “Okay, let’s kiss.”

Shuffling to the other side of the table, you kneeled in front of Steve. Too nervous and too worried that saying anything might ruin the moment, Steve eyed you anxiously, the silence in the room instead being evaporated by the music softly playing behind him.. You took another deep breath before talking.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you said honestly, “everyone says it comes naturally but I’m kinda nervous.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief, at least he wasn’t alone in his worries.

“Neither do I, but I think we can figure it out, right?” Steve sat up straight, “I trust you.”

“I trust you too,” you nodded your head, sitting up on your knees, “alright, let’s just...do it.”

Wasting no time, you leaned forward, grasping Steve's face and kissing him quickly. It was a satisfactory medium, somewhere between a real kiss and a peck. As you pulled back, you saw Steve’s blushing face. He looked shocked, like he hadn’t known you would do that, but the corners of his mouth tilted up. You could feel the blood rushing to your face, the familiar heat taking over your cheeks.

“That wasn’t so scary,” you said, a smile growing on your face.

“Yeah, that was actually pretty nice,” Steve mimicked your smile.

Hands still on his cheek, you licked your lips before scrambling, “If you want, we could try again. Y’know the real thing. Just so we know what it’s like, though. Only if you want to.”

A wave of confidence overcame Steve, and before he knew what he was doing he had his hand on the back of your neck and was pulling you in. You gasped as his lips met yours once again. Leaning your head to the side, you parted your lips, prompting him to do the same. There was a moment when your lips interlocked that clicked in your head, the both of you knowing that this was how it’s supposed to feel. Too busy enjoying the rush of the new experience, you two kept going, giving each other kiss after kiss until Steve literally had to pull back before he’d have an asthma attack.

Breathing hard, you let your hands drop from Steve’s cheeks. You felt a big smile creep its way up your face, a laugh bubbling out of your chest. Steve looked up at you, catching his breath. He watched as you touched your cheeks and shook your head, a laugh slowly escaping him.

“We did it Stevie!” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He let out a breathy small chuckle, hugging you back.

“We did, Y/n. Thank you.”

You pulled back and laid down on the carpeted floor, Steve moving to lay next to you. The two of you fell into comfortable silence. Staring at the ceiling, you contemplated your next question.

“Would you wanna lose our virginities together?” You asked, still staring at the ceiling.

Steve choked on his breath, eyes widening and head turning quickly to look at you. Hearing this you gasped and looked back at him.

“I don’t mean now, Jesus, Steve, I am not ready for that,” you giggled. Steve slowed his beating heart. Truthfully, if you had meant right then he would have said yes. After that kiss, he would’ve done anything you’d ask him to.

“What’d you mean, doll?”

You turned on your side to face him, resting your head on your palm, “I trust you, you trust me. I say we make a pact.”

“A pact?”

“Yes, a pact.”

Steve turned to his side to face you, “Alright, what’s this pact?”

You thought for a moment, “If by our twentieth birthdays we’re both still virgins, we do it together.”

Steve watched you. You spoke with all the confidence of someone who’d done this a million times but he could tell how nervous you really were.

“Deal,” Steve put his hand out for you to shake. You shook your head and grabbed his hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Enjoy that, it’s the last one you’ll get until we’re twenty,” you laughed, sitting up and moving back to your place on the other side of the table. Steve just laughed back at you and pretended to study the board, his mind too occupied with the feeling of your lips on his.

~

Highschool had ended for you and Steve, Bucky having graduated the year before. Over the years you had grown into your looks, your new maturity giving your face and your body a newfound attractiveness. Steve couldn’t help but notice how many more guys had talked to you in senior year, or how frequently you’d be invited to the dance hall on Friday nights. Still, the two of you remained best friends, Steve continuing to be the only boy to get the majority of your attention.

Steve really tried to right his head, but something had changed in him the night you two turned sixteen. You kissed, and he liked it a lot more than he should have. He couldn’t hide his feelings for you behind the veil of friendship anymore, he couldn’t even blame it on you being pretty. No, this wasn’t some new thing, he’d liked you for far too long for it to just be that. Stronger than his attraction, however, was his love for you as a friend. So he zipped his mouth shut, hoping that in a few years he might be able to kiss you again.

During the summer of your eighteenth birthday, you had gushed to Steve and Bucky about a guy named Charlie from The City who had asked you out on a date the week before. Steve sat with a faux smile on his face as you described how tall he was, how his green eyes shone, and how he was a whole two years older than you. He hated himself for it, but Steve couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. It’s not like you two had dated or done anything other than hug ever since that night on your guys’ birthday, but he didn’t like the idea of another guy kissing you the way he wanted to.

Much to Steve’s disappointment, the guy from NYC had really stolen your heart. Ten months after that first time you had told the boys about the amazing first date he had taken you on, you were walking back to Steve’s place with him and Bucky with a spring in your step.

“What’s got you so excited, doll?” Bucky had asked with a smile, pinching your side. You giggled and scanned the street, seeing people outside of shops eating ice cream and riding bicycles.

“Too many people out here, I’ll tell you guys when we get back to Stevie’s!” You giggled, looking as excited as ever.

The three of you rushed back, both boys curious about what had you so giddy. By the time you had made it to Steve’s front door you were jumping in place, biting your tongue to stop yourself from spilling the news too early. As soon as the three of you were inside and the door was shut you ran to the couch, sitting down and looking up at the boys, waiting for them to be ready to listen. The two sat on the floor in front of you, Bucky getting equally as excited and Steve smiling at the way your eyes were lighting up.

“Okay, y’know how Charlie and I have been together for about ten months now?” The boys nodded their heads, Bucky glancing at Steve as his smile faltered. “Last night we were in his apartment and,” you took a deep breath, “God, guys, we did it!” You clapped your hands together. There was a beat of silence before Bucky spoke.

“Wow, congratulations, doll,” Bucky said, kneeling up to give you a half hug. “He wasn’t an ass about it was he?”

“No, no of course not! Though, it wasn’t as fun as everyone had said it would be. But I don’t even care, I feel so grown up!”

Steve’s smile stayed plastered across his face. He wondered if you remembered the pact you two had made, feeling stupid for even having thought that maybe you would have wanted to keep it. Bucky walked you home that night. Before leaving, he patted Steve on the shoulder, giving him that same knowing look he had four years ago, this time with a sympathetic smile.

A few months had passed, Steve and you had celebrated nineteen, and the air was starting to heat up. Steve had passed up Bucky’s offer to go to the community pool, already knowing he would have spent the day sitting in the shade as Bucky chatted up girls. He sat in the living room, fanning himself and trying to escape the heat, when you showed up on his doorstep in tears.

“He said he doesn’t love me anymore, Stevie. I don’t know what happened,” you said through shaky breaths. Steve immediately knew who you were talking about and pulled you into his apartment, bringing you into a hug. He let you cry to him for nearly three hours, wanting nothing more than to punch that jerk of an ex-boyfriend in the face for doing that to you. And he did. Actually, Bucky did but Steve got a kick in there.

As time went on, you healed. You got over Charlie and Steve was happier than ever to see it. He had been there for you on countless nights when you couldn’t stop the tears from coming, when you decided to burn the little gifts you had received during the relationship, and when you started to smile again and would ask him to take you out to the dance halls. Steve had begun to forget about the pact he had been so hung up on as he realized he was falling in love with you. He had decided that, if his life continued with you smiling and dancing with him like that, he didn’t need to kiss you or lose his virginity with you, he just wanted you happy.

Unbeknownst to Steve, through the months you spent recovering from your breakup, you began to develop feelings for him. You had no idea why it took you so long to realize that the exact kind of guy you were looking for was in front of you the whole time. You were the happiest you could be when you were around him and he never failed to show you how cared for you were. Guilt coursed through you for falling for your best friend, your insecurities pointing out every reason there could never be anything between you two.

Almost a year had passed since Charlie had broken your heart and you found yourself happily sitting on the roof of Steve’s apartment with him and Bucky once again.

As first fireworks of the night had burst in the sky you let out a content sigh, “Happy twenty, Stevie.”

Steve turned to you to find you already looking back at him. In all honesty, Steve carried just a tinge of disappointment through this birthday. Even though he was happy just to have you by his side and watch you in all your joy, he had never completely forgotten about the pact you two had made, secretly dreaming of what could have been and how it could have led to more. But alas, you beat him to it, and he knew he would have to continue silently pining for you.

His eyes glossed over the brightness of your smile, remembering how the fireworks reflected off your face when you were sixteen and noticing how your cheekbones seemed more lifted and pronounced than they were back then. Steve focused on your lips. They were fuller nowadays and always accentuated with a thin layer of rouge. As he looked back up to your eyes you looked at him expectantly. Realizing he was caught staring, Steve cleared his throat and wished you a quick happy twenty back. You gave him a light chuckle, reeling inside at the fact he was so distracted staring at you.

As if on cue, Bucky’s voice broke through the awkward tension that had just formed, “Alright kids, happy birthday, but I gotta go.”

“Leaving so early again, Buck?” you asked, turning your attention away from Steve’s rosy cheeks.

“What’s your excuse this time?” Steve chimed in, sending Bucky a thankful nod for saving him from his embarrassment.

“Bec’s got a date to see the fireworks that I need to chaperone,” Bucky answered, burying his hands in his pockets.

“A date? To see the fireworks on the morning of the Fourth?” you asked incredulously, even Steve wasn’t buying it.

“Yup. Why else do you think Ma’s got me chaperoning it for?”

You and Steve just nodded and the three of you made your way down. Truthfully, Bucky didn’t actually have to chaperone Rebecca’s date, there wasn’t even a date at all. But he knew Steve better than anyone else and could tell how bad he had it for you. Bucky’d been hoping for years that he’d make a move and this was just another opportunity to leave you guys alone and give him a chance. Once Bucky was gone and you and Steve had gone back into his apartment, you two set up your usual routine, Steve would grab the drinks while you set up the checker board.

“I can’t believe we’re already twenty,” Steve called out from the kitchenette.

“I can’t either,” you shook your head as Steve set your coke down on the small table in front of you, “it feels like just yesterday we were here turning sixteen.” The last part made Steve stop in his tracks for a moment, his thoughts immediately going to the kiss from that night. You studied him, trying to see if he was thinking of the same thing you were. He recovered quickly, shaking his head and moving to the radio.

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Your heart beat out of your chest, you knew what you wanted deep inside yourself. As he searched for a good channel, mustering all the courage you could, you spoke again, “Hey Stevie?” Your voice was shakier than you would have wanted to admit.

Steve’s body was rigid, almost like he knew what you were about to ask. To say that he was anxious would be an understatement. He had hoped for years of this exact conversation, but he’d never imagined that he would actually get to have it, and he had no idea how he would manage to survive through it.

“Yeah,” his voice came out gravelly, he coughed and swallowed the lump in his throat, “yeah, Y/n?” He fiddled with the dials on the radio to avoid having to face you.

“Do you remember that...pact that we made, when we turned sixteen?”

Steve had yet to actually get a channel going, quiet static being the only sound consuming the room.

“Yes,” Steve nodded his head, pausing for a beat, “that if we were both still virgins by tonight then we would have sex, so that we would be each other’s firsts.”

You kept quiet for a moment. At any time up to this point you could have talked your way out of what you were insinuating, but the next sentence out of your mouth would put everything out on the table.

“Would you still want to do it?” You asked quietly.

“Why?” Steve asked, “You’re not a virgin anymore, Y/n, you don’t need to have sex with me to lose it.” There was a hint of bitterness in his tone, so light that, if it was anyone but you, it would have gone undetected. You paused as Steve finally found a channel with slow music playing, not knowing exactly how to respond to him. Getting up, you walked over to where Steve stood by the radio, standing behind him. Wrapping your arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder, tilting your head to the side to whisper in his ear.

“I trust you Steve. I know I’m not a virgin, but I want this.”

Steve was nearly shaking, this is exactly what he had craved for so long, but now that he was actually living it he was more nervous than ever. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he got deja vu of the night that had started this four years before.

“I trust you too,” Steve spoke into the air. Those words cemented all the questions and doubts that had been running through both your minds. This was happening, there was nothing to think about but each other.

Steve held your wrists, breaking apart their hold around him, and turned in your arms. There was a moment of silence as you faced each other, both of you wondering if the other could hear your pounding chests.

“Just like before,” you said, looking into his eyes. You were the “experienced” one in this situation, you wanted to calm Steve’s nerves as much as possible.

“Yeah, just like before,” he nodded. You gave him a quick half smile before dropping your gaze to his lips. Pressing your hands onto his back, you pulled him into you. His hands found your waist, resting comfortably on the curve of your hips. Letting out one final breath, you leaned in and kissed him. This kiss was different from the one you two had shared when you were sixteen. Kissing no longer being the intimidating part, it was more confident and full, neither of you holding back or shying away.

You slid your hands to rest on his shoulders, leaning up into him and pressing your chest flush against his. Steve could feel your breasts push against him, not being able to help the shuddered breath that escaped his nose. With shaky arms, he slid his right hand further down and let it rest right above your ass.

Suddenly, Steve felt your tongue glide against his lip. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to happen, all he knew was that he really wanted you to do it again. When you slid your tongue in one more, Steve followed, leaving a heated mingling of lips and tongues moving against each other. You seemed to be getting into it, so Steve took a small leap of faith, moving his hand down until he was completely cupping your ass.

Moaning into his mouth at the feeling of his hands on you, you reached for his left hand. Pulling it off your waist, you slowly raised it to sit right above your ribs, dangerously close to your chest. Steve’s breathing slightly quickened, understanding exactly where you were taking him. He moved his hand the rest of the way, gently cupping the swell of your breast, whimpering into your mouth. You slowly walked the two of you back until the back of his knees hit the couch. Tearing away from the kiss, you gently pushed his shoulders down until he was sitting and staring up at you with red cheeks. Breathing hard, you grabbed Steve's hands, bringing them up to the first of many buttons running all the way down the front of your dress.

“Open it, Stevie,” you softly command, the words coming out as more of a plea. Steve’s eyes widened, only realizing right then that he would actually be seeing you naked. He nodded his head and swiftly began to unbutton the top. He fumbled as he got halfway down, his heart beat rising as he saw your bralette under the small opening he had made. Sliding the dress off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, you stepped out of the pool of cloth, leaving you in only your undergarments. Steve couldn’t control the way his eyes raked down your form. He never thought he’d be able to see a woman like this, especially not you. Shifting uncomfortably in his spot, you could tell Steve was starting to get hard.

“We’re a little uneven, Stevie,” you giggled, motioning to his fully clothed body.

“Oh,” Steve let out a little laugh, “yeah, okay.” He quickly removed his shirt, leaving his undershirt and pants on. You didn’t comment on it, figuring those would come off later as he got more comfortable.

“Do you know how to take off a bra?” You asked. Judging by how pleasantly overwhelmed he looked, you knew the answer was no. You had only asked because you wanted to talk as you went along to cool his nerves, also wanting to know just how much you were ruining his innocence. He shook his head so you stepped forward in between his knees, bringing his hands up and holding them to the clasp of your bra.

“There’s three hooks holding this thing together, just hold each side with one hand and push them together to unhook them, okay?” You spoke to him how you normally would, trying to get comfortable by reminding him that it was just you. Unbeknownst to you, that was the exact reason he was so nervous.

“Alright,” Steve bit his lip. He fumbled with the hooks for a few seconds until he finally got one undone. Smiling to himself, he quickly unhooked the other two and held the fabric taut against you. He looked up at you, his heart pounding, he knew what was next.

Sliding the straps off your shoulder, you took the fabric from Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop them to his side.

“Keep your hands on me, pumpkin, don’t be shy” you said. He slid his hands up your hips to your waist.

“Right, we’re way past being shy with each other now,” he joked, looking relieved when you laughed with him.

“Yes we are,” you smiled at him fondly, “you sure you want this Steve? There’s no shame in backing out now if you don’t.” You dropped one of your hands to caress his face.

“Yes,” he replied shakily.

He held your hand to his face, reaching his other hand up to the front of your bra, hooking his index finger over the fabric in the center. You let your grip on the band slacken, allowing him to pull it from your chest, looking into your eyes. Steve let his gaze wander down to your chest, a gasp escaping the back of his throat as he took it in.

“Oh-oh my god,” he murmured to himself, licking his lips as his eyes darted around trying to get the full picture and memorize every detail.

Taking hold of them once again, you slowly turned Steve’s hands to hold your palms to the backs of his. Steve swallowed hard as you brought them forward to hold your breasts, moving his hands to squeeze them softly. His eyebrows furrowed, his jaw hung slightly open. You dropped your hands to your sides, letting him massage your breasts and move them around in his hands.

“I, um, I don’t know what I should do. I don’t wanna mess anything up,” Steve started, his hands coming off your chest and hovering in the air. You shook your head, grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands back to your chest. Steve could feel your hardened nipples under his palm and held back a groan, the sudden urge to have them in his mouth fogging his head.

“Do whatever feels right,” Steve looked at you warily, “I promise I’ll tell you if something isn’t right, Steve.”

Nodding at your reassurance, Steve began to rub his thumbs over your nipples, flicking them back and forth. With one last glance up at you, he leaned into you and wrapped his lips around one of them, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. Your head fell back as a moan rose from your chest, a gasp cutting it off as he used his hand to pinch the other.

Tangling your fingers in his disheveled hair, you jumped when you felt his hand slide down your stomach to cup your pussy. You breathed out his name as he rubbed over you, switching to suck on your other nipple. It all became too much, you used the hand in his hair to pull his mouth off you, his lips popping off your sensitive nipple.

“Wait,” you said, breathless, “I wanna try something.”

“Okay,” Steve replied quickly, his hands moving back up to your hips.

You sank to the floor and sat on your knees. Steve had absolutely no experience, but he had a feeling he knew what was about to happen. A wave of nervousness washed over him, he could learn to be good at sex if he tried hard enough, but there was no changing his body. His hands fell over yours that were already working down the zipper of his pants. You looked up at him, he could see how dilated your pupils were, he saw the same eyes that would give him comfort during his dark times and would stare down anyone who had anything nasty to say to him. He took his hand off and gave you a quick nod and you got to work.

Slipping off his pants, you let your hand rest over the erection pushing against his boxers. Palming him, you leaned up to kiss him again. You slipped your hand under the band and slid your hand onto his dick, feeling how hard and hot he’d gotten from just touching you. Sinking back down to your knees, Steve lifted his hips so that you could completely take off his boxers.

You relaxed a bit at the sight of his cock, it wasn’t small by any means, but it wasn’t too big where it’d make you worried about how he’d fit in you. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you began to stroke him up and down, spitting on your hand to ease your movements. Steve’s back fell against the couch, moaning as your thumb brushed over his tip and spread the precum that had leaked out.

“Ah- fuck, your hands are so soft,” Steve whimpered. He was in absolute heaven. He had never imagined having a girl touch him could feel so good. One thing he knew for certain was that he’d never be able to look at you the same way knowing how it felt to have your hand wrapped around his dick.

Steve looked down at you right as he felt you lick a line up his shaft, circling your tongue around the top. Meeting your lust filled gaze, he let out a stream of moans and whimpers as you sucked on his tip and took him into your mouth, bobbing your head. You took hold of his hand and placed it on the back of your neck, giving him access to guide your movements. He kept his touches light as he pushed your head up and down, feeling your tongue on the underside of his cock. Not before long he was pulling you off on him and instinctively jutting his hips forward.

“I’m gonna come, Y/n,” Steve said to you worriedly.

You giggled and slid your hands up his thighs, “That’s kinda the point, Steve.”

“No, I don’t wanna come yet. I wanna come when I’m having sex with you.”

Biting your lip, you nodded, “Okay, c’mon then.” You grabbed his hand and walked to his bed. Before getting carried away, Steve quickly ran to his bathroom cupboard to get the box of condoms he had stashed away. Sitting him down, you grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Steve’s hands wandered along your sides, reaching behind you and groping your ass with both hands.

Pulling back, you grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes, “Do you want to lead the way or would you rather have me take charge?”

Steve blushed at your offer, slightly embarrassed at his lack of knowledge. He told you of his choice of the latter before pulling you down to kiss him again. His thumbs hooked under the band of your panties, his finders kneading your behind. With a nod of approval, Steve slowly pulled them down, his pupils blown as he saw the fabric pass down your mound.

Surprisingly, Steve didn’t need to be told to touch you this time. He looked up at you, asking for permission as he held onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart. With a small nod from you, Steve pushed the pads of his ring, middle and index finger through your folds, his brow furrowing at the wet heat pooled between them. You let out a small whimper as his fingers brushed over your swollen clit, Steve eyes quickly looking up at your expression.

He brushed his fingers over the sensitive bud again, “That feel good?” His voice had become huskier and it was only fueling the pleasure his light touch was giving you.

“Mhm, yes,” you moaned when he suddenly slipped a finger in you, “Oh God, Steve!” You braced yourself on his shoulder as he used his other hand to push your thigh up, placing your foot on the bed frame so that you were spread open for him to see. Steve watched as his finger slowly went in and out of you, his nerves jolting at the idea of his dick replacing it. Before he could even question his own actions, he leaned down and licked a stripe over your clit, the unexpected sensation sending shockwaves through your body. Steve had spent years imagining what it would be like to fuck you, but all that was on his mind at that moment was the desire to spend eternity with his mouth on your sweet cunt. You felt yourself start to grind your hips over his face and, for the second time that night, had to pull his mouth off you.

“Later Stevie, please, I want to feel you in me, right now,” you said desperately. Steve simply muttered an okay, his brain still foggy and high off the taste of you, and reached back to grab a condom. Slipping it over himself, he threw the wrapper somewhere to the side and looked at you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of your naked form crawling onto the bed next to him.

“I don’t know if other people do this or not but I’m gonna try getting on top of you, okay?” You asked, looking equal parts nervous and antsy. Honest to God, your nerves were crazy; Charlie hadn’t tried anything other than missionary with you, you were terrified of doing something wrong.

“Okay,” Steve breathed out, “you ready?” You nodded back to him. Steve laid down on his back, his shoulders lifting up as he rested on his elbows. Swinging one leg over him, you shifted until you felt his dick rub against your pussy, your slick coating it and leaving a sheen. Both you and Steve moaned at the contact, groaning as you rolled your hips over him again.

Using one arm to hold yourself up, you leaned down and kissed him, slipping your tongue in his mouth. Sliding your hand down in between your bodies, you grabbed Steve’s cock, lining his tip up to your entrance and, breaking the kiss, lowering yourself down on him.

Steve let out a deep groan, he had no idea this is what it would feel like. His mind raced as he focused on how warm and soft you felt wrapped all around him. As you began to grind your hips over his, Steve reached up and held your breasts in his hands, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. Your head fell back, your breasts bouncing in Steve's hands as you rode him.

“Shit, Y/n, that feels so good, God, you’re so warm,” Steve said through gritted teeth. He could feel himself getting close, he wanted to hold on so bad, but the pleasure was too overwhelming and new. Pulling you down for a kiss, he remembered how he had touched you earlier and lowered his hand to rub over your clit. Your body jumped at the added pressure, Steve could feel you clench around him, your hips stuttering with every thrust. With a loud groan Steve released into you, his warmth spurring you on more. You continued to ride him through his orgasm, Steve’s hips bucking up as you took him for everything he had.

Screwing his eyes shut, Steve’s jaw fell open and his hands balled into fists at his sides, a guttural moan leaving the back of his throat as you kept fucking yourself on him. His balls clenched and his abdomen tightened, a gasp pulling at him when you quickened your pace. Shaking his head he began to whimper, cursing under his breath and chanting out your name and small “too much”s.

You regressively slowed the movement of your hips. Leaning down to kiss him, you brought your thumb up to his face to wipe a stray tear that fell. Steve took deep breaths to collect himself, looking you in the eyes as his hands came up to rest on your hips. Bracing your palms on his chest and feeling his rapid heart beat, you lifted your hips to pull yourself off him, Steve letting out a hiss as your tight walls released him.

Steve’s eyes stared up at the ceiling as you laid down next to him, your forearm resting on your forehead to cool the heated skin. Removing the condom and throwing it in the small bin next to his bedside table, he looked over at you with a soft smile before eyebrows furrowed and he turned his head completely toward you.

“Did you come?” Steve asked. It was less of a wonder and more of an interrogatory question, as if you had thought you could get away without doing so.

“I don’t think girls are usually supposed to,” you responded with a shake of your head. You really, honestly didn’t know if that was even possible and would have been satisfied if the night's festivities had ended right then.

“Why not?” Steve genuinely questioned. You shrugged your shoulders before he lifted his back off the bed, his body slightly hovering over you, “Well, I want you to.”

Raising your eyebrows, the words left your mind, only allowing you to whisper a small “okay” back to him.

Resting his weight on his forearm, Steve lowered his face to yours, kissing a trail from your cheek to your lips. His hands wandered down your stomach to your warm cunt, his fingers running through your folds again, spreading your slick all over his fingers. You let out a small whimper into the kiss, still sensitive from riding him. He began to leave tiny kisses leading from your mouth to your chest, his lips pulling in one of your nipples and sucking hard. As much as Steve loved having his mouth on your breasts, the only thought in his head was how much he wanted to taste you again.

Steve backed up to the foot of the bed, wet hand spreading your legs apart as he licked a line from your entrance to your clit and circled his tongue around it. A moan dragged its way out of you, your hands shooting down to tangle themselves in his hair. He continued to lick you in any and every way he could think of with his one goal in mind.

Your back arched as you felt a finger slip in you, Steve’s tongue never stopping, making you squirm. As his digit moved in and out of you, you could feel your stomach burn with anticipation, but you knew it still wasn’t enough.

“Ah, Steve, add another one, please,” you gasped out, your head thrown back against the sheets. Following directions, Steve slipped another finger into you, groaning at the feeling of your walls fluttering around them. His lips left your clit for a moment, his head rising to look at your chest as you breathed hard and fast and your face as whimpers left your mouth, a small sense of pride swelling up in his chest at the sight of what he was doing to you.

“Curl your fingers, Steve, please, fuck,” you cried out. Your hips began to lift and fall on their own, grinding over Steve’s face as you felt his fingers curl and massage the spongy sensitive spot inside you.

You let out a loud moan, not being able to control your body as your stomach began to twitch and your thighs began to shake. Tensing, your mouth hung open in a silent yelp as you felt the burn in your abdomen spread throughout your body, your orgasm crashing over you. Steve sucked your clit lightly as he felt you squeeze his fingers, proud of himself for successfully returning the favor and making you feel even remotely as good and you had made him feel. You laid limply in your spot, small aftershocks running through you as Steve pulled his fingers out of your and cleaned you up with a few more licks.

Crawling up the bed to lay beside you, Steve’s arms and legs brushed against yours. Silence washed over the room, the only sounds being your steading breathing and the faint music playing from the radio.

“That was a lot better than I expected,” you said truthfully. Steve glanced at your profile for a moment, a flash of disappointment hitting him as he realized the pact was over. There was nothing for him to hope for anymore, he was sure nothing beyond this could ever possibly happen between you two.

“What were you expecting?” Steve asked quietly, turning his head back to the ceiling.

“Not that,” you let out a small chuckle, “When I first did it, y’know with Charlie, it really hurt, and he didn’t really do anything other than come and stop there. It didn’t feel good like this did with you.”

“It didn’t?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed again, frustration bubbling inside of him at the mention of your ex-bastard.

“I didn’t even know it was supposed to,” you said shaking your head, “this was a lot better.” You turned to him, eyes drifting over his eyelashes highlighted in moonlight down to the soft curve of his pink lips. The words were on the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill out if you looked at him any longer. You tried to tear your eyes away but you couldn’t.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah, doll?” He turned to meet your gaze, his eyes flickering down to look at your lips before moving back up. He wasn’t sure whether or not to be embarrassed about being caught staring at you like that anymore.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Body moving faster than your mind, you leaned in and kissed him, your hand resting on his chest. Steve’s hand found your naked waist, holding you to him as he invited your kiss and returned it. Both of you could tell there was something different about this kiss, no longer fueled by sexual tension or disregarded as some juvenile learning exercise. No, this kiss was purely happening because it felt right, because it just made sense.

Pulling away from him, you rested your forehead against his for a moment before sighing and rolling back onto the bed. Another wash of silence, both of you having something to say but keeping quiet.

You let out another sigh before closing your eyes and speaking, a sad tone lacing your voice, “I don’t know what happened Steve. It’s like one day we were best friends and then out of nowhere I like you.” The voice inside your head chastised you for allowing your feelings to get in the way of such a good friendship but it was quickly cut off.

“What?” Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he was sure some cruel part of his brain had imagined you saying it, still, he desperately wanted it to be true, “you do?”

You nodded, shame ran heavy through you, yet there was a hopefulness in Steve’s tone that made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it,” tears welled up in your eyes. You were sure you had just ruined the best friendship you’d ever had. Steve looked at you to find tears running down your cheeks, he could see your lips tremble and felt his heart break at the sight. Throwing his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you into his chest, shushing your cries and comforting you like he always had.

“Please don’t cry, doll. Y/n?” He tried to get you to look up and listen to him but your face remained burning in the crook of his neck. Not being able to hear your uneven breathing and sniffles he held your jaw and pulled your face to his, his lips softly brushing yours. Your faces were so close you could feel the soft puff of breath leave his nose.

“Y/n?” Steve tried again with a whisper. You opened your eyes, immediately looking into his hazy blues. Your eyebrows tilted, silently telling him to go on.

“I have loved you for longer than I can remember.” Steve’s heart was racing, finally having admitted the truth he had worked so hard to contain.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you asked quietly, your voice croaky from crying.

“I never thought you could want someone like me,” Steve answered honestly, his eyes casting down to escape your gaze.

“I’ll always want you.” Your hand laid over Steve’s on your jaw. Sliding it off and moving to rest it on his cheek, your head moved forward, your lips catching his. This kiss was soft and sweet, neither of you needing to find an excuse or reason. It was innocent and genuine, despite your prurient position. Pulling away from him, you smiled at him, wide and expressive of your joy. Steve smiled back, ecstatic and in awe of how lucky he was to have you.

Letting yourself roll back over onto the bed, you opened your palm, fingers searching for his before intertwining together. Steve’s thumb rubbed back and forth over your knuckles as you two fell into comfortable silence.

“Bucky’s gonna blow his wig when he finds out,” Steve chuckled. You couldn’t stop the loud laugh that rumbled through your chest.

“Yeah, he is.” Tilting your head up you found Steve’s eyes already trained on you, a fond smile on his face. Giving his hand a squeeze, you let your head rest on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, ready for a peaceful sleep to overcome you.

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What are your favorite and most despised ship dynamics in literature

Ooooooooooooh this is gonna be a long list

FAVOURITE (relation)SHIP DYNAMICS:

1. We were both part of enemy factions and from the moment we met we absolutely hated each other, until by some circumstance we were forced to make a temporary truce, and now that we've worked together we've developed a sort of grudging mutual respect, but oh shit now the truce is over and I like you too much to kill you

2. I am significantly younger than you and have a MASSIVE hero-worship sort of crush on you, and you've noticed but keep acting like you haven't, and over time my crush has faded and now you're basically a parent/older sibling and oh my GOD it's embarrassing to think I ever liked you like that, ew ew ew ew ew, please nobody ever mention it again

3. You're a dumb punk idiot and I'm your parent now. Stop being a dumbass. Now let's cry, talk about your feelings, and develop a healthy found family dynamic that helps build you into an emotionally stable and happy adult that only sometimes commits crimes

4. You're a batshit crazy lunatic with the IQ of a coked-up MENSA genius, but you forgot to sleep three days in a row and ran into traffic, so I'm going to teach you some basic life skills and you're going to help me be more adventurous and together with our one collective brain cell we're going to pass as functional adults

5. My humongous and powerful significant other may appear to be a kind dumb bag of rocks, but they are full of gentle wisdom, and between the two of us it is I, the small one who appears very clever, who has to be held back from doing dumb impulsive bullshit 

6. We've had sex before and decided it wasn't our thing, so now we mostly just meet up in each other's apartments to eat snacks in our underwear and watch bad reality TV. Some of our new romantic partners have been possessive dicks about it, but those ones don't last. I wish you'd stop peeing with the door open, you fucking degenerate, I don't care that we've seen each other naked. Do you still have your key to my place?

7. Everyone keeps assuming we're dating, but we're basically siblings at this point. Who wants to commit arson?

8. We met in jail. We were there for very different reasons.

9. I'm a wild card with a sketchy past who secretly just wants to settle down with someone special. You're a play-it-by-the-books turbo nerd with a mile of repressed crazy just itching for an excuse to go feral. We're going to get married in Vegas

DESPISED (relation)SHIP DYNAMICS:

1. You're a gigantic asshole who keeps negging me and somehow it's working because you're pretty and I have no self esteem, and this would be an interesting plotline if it wasn't framed like it was a good thing.

2.  I am a man with important man things to do and you, a woman, have no greater dream than to have children and take care of me. If only I would settle down and be a father before you fall inexplicably I'll or are killed by my enemies irvine of my experiments. I'll remember you by a secret photo I hold onto and nothing else, because you had no independant hobbies or interests.

3. You're famous and you noticed me and now you're dating me after 5 minutes and you're perfect in every way and think I'm flawless, this is the author's cathartic fantasy and that's totally fine, it's just not my personal cup of tea

4. I'm a virginal waif who's never done a thing wrong in my life, nobody values me and I am bullied and mistreated by all, except you, handsome stranger, who's going to swoop in, fight all my battles for me, and whisk me away to a fantasy romance away from my horrible and wretched jealous family and snide, spiteful friends. This is still a totally valid fantasy, again, it's just not mine

5. You constantly mistreat me but I forgive you because I know deep down you mean well.

6. I'm in love with you forever but won't tell you till I'm literal seconds from death, and you'll forget me almost immediately.

7. We're kind and sweet and perfect for each other but we're going to die in about 5 seconds for shock value.

8. I'm in love with a blood relative and it's played out as sweet instead of super, super gross

9. We're both actively cheating on perfectly decent people, and it doesn't matter because of how in love we are

10. Isn't it fun how we both don't give a shit about goddamned anyone?

11. I was a cheerleader and you were the quarterback and we got married right after highschool and now we live in the suburbs with 2 kids and a labrador retriever, you work as a dentist and I'm a soccer mom with a book club and we're always happy and perfect and straight A school union bake sale vanilla bean store-bought icing sugar cupcakes and I'm actively vomiting

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LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 3

THREE - Little Shop Of Horrors

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Bucky vividly remembers being about 10 years old and sitting on the living room floor watching his father assemble a heavy cabinet made from dark, massive wood. It had intricate gold ornaments along the sides and around the edges and even at that young age, he knew that it must’ve been expensive.

He likes thinking back to that memory, mostly because it’s one of the few that he can still tightly hold onto and recount the exact way he’s felt then, and partly because it’s so seemingly insignificant. It’s nice to know that some of the memories he regained after having his mind wiped clean, are tiny unimportant ones. It’s not just the big moments and grand gestures that make life worth living. Sometimes it’s the little things, the small details you look back on and fondly remember with a smile on your face.

Looking at the furniture before him, Bucky can’t imagine what his mother would think of these cabinets. Everything is white or beige or grey and there’s a lot of shiny black fronts and glass doors. The place is huge, so huge they have to tape arrows on the floor so people don’t get lost, and it smells of artificial vanilla and sawdust.

It’s not like he hates the furniture here, it’s just a lot and quite honestly, he’s not sure what really matches his personal style. Hell, he hasn’t had a personal style since before he went to fight in the war.

“ Ooooh, this one is very you! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she lets herself fall onto a fluffy brown 2-seat sofa.

If it wasn’t for her, Bucky wouldn’t be here. Not only because he wants her to come around more often and actually be able to sit on a couch, but also because she was literally the one driving them both here.

“Watcha doin? “

That was the text that started it, and before he knew she had pulled up to his apartment building, arm hanging from her open car window, and yelled “Get in loser, we’re going furniture shopping! “

Bucky assumes that is another movie reference though he doesn’t dare ask her about it.

“Nope, that’s a two-seater. Too small. I want to be able to sleep on it. “

“ Or, and hear me out on this one, you could get a new bed to sleep in. “

He doesn’t have any reply to that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep in his bed, it’s just — it’s too soft. It’s too comfortable. It makes it easy to fall asleep and dream. And it’s never pleasant dreams. It’s nightmares. It’s faces that haunt him. Innocent faces. Eyes filled with terror. Fear. Fear of him. It’s nightmares. It’s memories.

When he doesn’t answer, (Y/N) pulls herself back up from the sofa and wanders on “or we’ll just have to find a bigger couch, that’s fine too. “

And at that moment he’s entirely grateful that she doesn’t push him any further.

They wander around the store for a while longer, slalom in between sofas and recliners, swerve in and out of mock-up rooms, all the while (Y/N) keeps throwing puns at him incorporating the Swedish names of the furniture.

Hanging out with her kind of reminds him of the times he hung out with Steve when both of them were so much younger. Of course, it’s nothing alike. He’s not even close to the person he was then, the boy he was then. The thing is, back then everything was easy and light. Being here with her and listening to her horrible puns, that’s easy too. For right now, he doesn’t even notice the weight that’s constantly resting on his heart or the perpetual shadow that seems to rest above him. This is easy and it feels so nice.

They step into yet another room, this one painted a dark forest green. Against the wall, there’s a dark wooden cabinet holding books and a fake tv and in the middle is a corner sofa made from dark brown leather. It’s big enough to fit both him and (Y/N) and maybe even Lady if she’s okay with cuddling up a little to either of them.

“ I like that one,” Bucky says and lets himself plop down on the couch. It’s comfortable but not too soft. It’s just right. Is this what Goldilocks felt like?

(Y/N) sits down next to him, rests her feet on top of the couch table and for a second it’s just them and the black screen of the fake tv and the intercom system calling out for little Kyle to be picked up at the Småland play area.

“ Honey, “ (Y/N) speaks up after a moment, “ I think the tv is broken? “ her voice ringing through the mock-up in a thick Transatlantic accent, making her sound like the women in the movies he grew up with.

“ Huh. Ain’t that something ?”

“ Well didn’t you fix it like I told you? “

“ Guess I must’ve forgotten,” Bucky plays along, trying to suppress the smirk pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

“ Ugh, remind me again why I married you? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders casually “ my good looks? “

“ Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s very unbecoming. Good thing is — “ she announces as jumps up, pulling Bucky up with her and right over into the next mock-up living room. “ We have another tv.”

As Kyle’s parents are called out again, (Y/N) and Bucky tumble from one room into the next. From kitchen to bathroom to fake little balcony. All setting the stage for another chapter from their made-up marriage. Scenes from a movie never made, a book never written. A beautiful kaleidoscope of could-be and never-was. A nice fantasy to get lost in.

If this was a rom-com, (Y/N) thinks, this would be the falling in love montage. Some killer indie track would play in the background and it would be featured in at least one Buzzfeed article about romantic gestures.

But it’s not a movie, it’s real life and she isn’t the romantic lead and Bucky is — well he would make a great leading man now that she thinks about it.

They make their way back to the green living room with the brown couch and the ‘broken’ tv and fall back against the leather, laughter shaking their bodies, tears of joy stinging at the corners of their eyes. As she catches her breath, (Y/N) taps Bucky softly on the right shoulder and drops her voice to a whisper.

“Honey,” she says “I don’t know how to tell you this but uh — there’s a family on our balcony.”

Bucky’s eyes follow her outstretched hand and sure enough on the adjacent fake balcony is a family of 4 staring back at them. And just like that, they fall back into a beautiful harmony of laughter.

“So explain to me again what this movie is about?” Bucky asks as (Y/N) takes another sip from her coke can.

“Dude buys a plant, it starts eating people.”

“And this is gonna show me what women want these days?”

A joyful chuckle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. “I mean … there is a love story and a moral about how far you’re willing to go for the people you love even if it might be morally questionable, but maybe — maybe we should consider this one the Halloween special.”

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as if to say “okay fine with me” and leans back against the car seat. The massive screen of the drive-in is currently playing some kind of ice cream commercial that has (Y/N) softly humming along to the jingle.

This trip wasn’t planned, in fact, they’d been on their way back home when a billboard at the side of the road caught (Y/N)’s attention and put a huge grin on her face, so wide it could’ve split her face in two.

That’s how he ended up parked neatly in a row of cars, Coca-Cola in hand, popcorn resting in between him and (Y/N) waiting for the commercials to end and the movie to begin.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she’s told him beforehand. He’s a little skeptical about it but he’s not gonna tell her. Bucky is just so appreciative of the fact that she bothers trying to introduce him to these things. They might not end up being for him but it’s a good feeling to have someone care this much. Someone who hasn’t been with him through all the shit. Someone who doesn’t feel responsible because they pity him. Someone who doesn’t owe it to Steve to look after Bucky…

“So … I still have some homework to do.” He chimes in thinking back to their conversation on his living room floor.

“Homework that involves me?”

“Mmh. Doc thinks I should learn some more things about you. Apparently, it’s not enough to know that you’re crazy about movies and talk a lot.”

“I do talk a lot.” (Y/N) agrees and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you. What you want to know?”

“Anything.”

Since coming back from oblivion, Bucky hasn’t really made an effort to get to know anyone. Growing closer to people only means there’s more for you to lose. More people you can potentially hurt. He doesn’t usually learn new things about people because he doesn’t ask. Because he doesn’t want to know. It’s a lonely life but it’s safe. It’s comfortable.

But this is different. He’s in too deep now to stop. And yeah, maybe this is his homework. Maybe he asks because his therapist told him too but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He wants to know about (Y/N). Even the little things. The insignificant details.

“Well as I said before, I’ve studied literature and creative writing. I want to be an author. That’s uh — that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. The thing is it’s very hard to actually get people to give your writing a chance. Especially now. The world is in such a weird limbo after everyone came back. There’s no room for my art right now. So I work as a waitress to make ends meet. “

“What would you write about?” Bucky asks and in her eyes, in the surprise that’s so clearly written on her face, he can see that people don’t ask her that all too often.

“I don’t know, life? “

“Love stories?”

She lets out a mix between a scoff and a snort “what do I know about romance? I can tell you all about the love the movies and the songs and the books want to sell us, and don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced true and honest romantic love. So how could I ever write about it ?”

For a moment silence falls upon them. It’s neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. Sometimes that’s enough.

“Look, I might not know a lot about love either, but I do know that dreams are worth holding on to, no matter how out of reach they seem. If it’s something you believe in and that you’re passionate about, it’s worth fighting for it.”

“Huh, didn’t put you for such a motivational speaker. Where’ve you got that from”

“Didn’t think the skinny boy from Brooklyn was ever gonna save a whole bunch of lives and fight in a war. Steve was the walking proof that you can do anything. “

“You miss him, huh?”

People don’t usually ask about Steve. They either don’t care how Bucky feels about the whole situation or they know it’s a tough topic and avoid it altogether. The worst part is he doesn’t even know how to respond. Yes of course he misses Steve, more than anything really, but there’s also a little bit of resentment swinging along. With Steve here by his side, it always felt like there was someone there who understood exactly what Bucky was going through. Someone who also had to figure out how to navigate this new life. But now with Steve gone, he feels so utterly alone.

“Every day.”

“Look I’m not going to ask what happened because quite honestly I’m still trying to grasp the fact that there are aliens and superheroes and wizards — “

“Wizards are not a thing.”

“You sure?”

Bucky lets out a slightly annoyed sigh “Yup. 100%”

“What’s the Strange guy?”

“Sorcerer.”

“That’s not the same?”

“No.”

(Y/N) considers for a moment, eyes screwed up in uncertainty before she shrugs her shoulder “ alright if you say so. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know if you have that many people to talk to and I don’t know if you even want to talk about Steve but if you do … well you can talk to me. I know I talk a lot but I’m also a really good listener. “

There’s no doubt in his mind that she is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about Steve yet though. Not when his heart is still at war whether or not to be angry. Not when he’s still so uncertain about his own complicated emotions.

“Thanks, I uh — I appreciate it.”

Loud music starts to play and (Y/N)’s head snaps towards the screen just in time for the title card to pop up in big colorful letters as three women shimmy across the street and start singing.

Bucky can’t help but let his gaze travel back towards (Y/N) every once in a while. There’s something about her he can’t quite figure out, but the way her eyes light up as she watches the movie and the smile on her face, it gives him a warm feeling. Like bad things don’t exist for the 90 minutes they sit together and watch a film.

“Sooooo?” (Y/N) asks as she parks the car in front of Bucky’s place. Her eyes still hold a sparkle that’s both mischievous and excited.

“I actually liked this one a little.”

“A little?”

“Look it’s not gonna be my favorite movie but I had fun. But uh — maybe that’s just because I’ve watched it with you.”

(Y/N) grants him a beautiful smile. It’s full of warmth and care and honesty. And he’s glad he told her, even if it makes him vulnerable.

“You telling me I’m a good friend?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, you’re a good friend too, Bucky.”

He hopes she’s right though he has a hard time believing it. He’s never seen himself as the greatest friend. Everything he did for Steve he did because he knew Steve would do the same. It came so naturally from both of them that it never felt like he was doing anything special or exceptional. It was as easy as breathing.

“Do you wanna come up? We could order some food.”

“Oh, I can’t. Gotta pick up Lady from Robin’s place. But as soon as your couch is delivered count me in as the first sleepover guest. “

“Will do. Hey, you think I should name the plant we bought (Y/N) 2?”

“Depends, you wanna feed the neighborhood Dentist to it”

“Maybe.”

They fall into another fit of laughter and even though it’s not that funny, and even though it’s really dumb and silly actually, Bucky enjoys it so much. He can’t remember a day when he laughed this much, felt this light.

“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a pre-Halloween-party next weekend. If you’re free you should totally drop by.”

“I um — A friend is coming around that weekend.”

“Then bring your friend! The more the merrier, right ?”

Sam is gonna be down, there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind about it. Sam isn't the problem, he never is. It’s Bucky. Going to a party is terrifying for someone who’s never known anything but the 1940s. This can only end up in disasters.

And yet …

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

“Cool. Awesome. Just uh — Just text me when you know. Also, there’s no special theme so you can dress up as whatever.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

(Y/N) blows a raspberry against her arm “lame! But whatever, you do you.”

He guesses that means as much as “suit yourself”.

They bid each other goodbye with a hug and a promise from (Y/N) to Bucky to text him once she’s home just so he knows she’s safe.

To her, that’s a gesture so sweet and endearing it sends a jolt through her heart. To him, it’s as natural as breathing. You do what you can to keep those safe that you care about, even if it’s just a simple little text.

“You dressed up!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Man, You’re wearing a costume. I’m looking at you right now. I can see it. You dressed up.”

“These are just my clothes.”

“These are just your clothes? Your normal clothes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing Converse now?”

“ mmh.”

“Your Jeans are cuffed, man. I’ve never seen you cuff your jeans.”

“It’s something I do now.”

Bucky isn’t a very religious person. He doesn’t pray very often. At that moment though, he prays to god and every higher spirit one might choose to believe in, to open up the earth and let it swallow him whole.

“Look,” Sam says and gives Bucks a friendly pat on the back “you don’t gotta be embarrassed by it. I dressed up!”

“Yeah, what even are you, by the way? An exterminator?”

“I — what? No! I’m a ghostbuster.”

“Okay. Whatever that is.”

“Whatev— Bucky, Man you really gotta go with the times a little. I know you’re practically ancient but the Ghostbusters? Catch up!”

“Whatever. I'm not dressing up. Can we go?” Bucky sighs in exasperation, making Sam’s grin grow even bigger. Bucky knows that he’s just playing into his game, that Sam loves riling him up. That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to not let it get to him.

“Alright alright. Hold your horses. I’m ready. Let’s go … Danny Zuko.”

Bucky wants to punch him then but Sam is out the door faster than Bucky can even react, his loud laughter sounding through the hallway.

There are people everywhere. Sitting on the kitchen counter, lounging on the couches, leaning against the wall by the open windows. Everywhere. The apartment is small and with so many people inside, it looks absolutely packed. Like sardines in a tin.

Music echos through the place, a song Bucky faintly recognizes from the radio but can’t name. Sam seems to enjoy it though, his body already swaying along to the tune.

“Hey Buck, where’s your girl?” He asks as both of them let their eyes travel across the room and over the crowd.

“She’s not my girl and I don’t —“

In the middle of the room is a fish tank. It separates the living room area from the dining room and kitchen. Blue and green hues radiate from it as colorful fish circle around and swerve in and out of the plants.

But Bucky hardly noticedsthe fish, as his eyes fall onto the girl at the other side of the tank. The water sends a blue shimmer across her skin but her smile doesn’t lose any of the warmth it always holds. She looks beautiful. She always does but there’s something about her tonight that’s different from all the times he’s seen her before. Something ethereal.

At that moment, Bucky feels a fluttery feeling in his heart, in his bones, in his blood. He knows this feeling, has felt it before, a long time ago. Maybe, he thinks, maybe there could be more than friendship there.

And that thought absolutely terrifies him. Because falling for someone makes you foolish and dumb and vulnerable. And that’s awfully scary.

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nct dream and wayv dating head cannon! saw u did one for 127 i wanna see what the other members would b like 🙇🏻‍♂️

Here's the wayv headcannon😌

And dreams under the cut :D

Renjun

aight so renjun isnt even a different person with you

so how he is with the members is basically how he is with you

other than the occasional ‘i love yous’

which he legit cannot say around the members unless he wants to be clowned

"Thats disgusting. Get a room."

"All I said was I love you to her??"

"Exactly."

Says it very randomly too

You'll be ready to take a shower and before you close the door hes like 'i love you' then walks away

anything you guys do, renjuns gotta be a smartass about it too

“you’re performing beyond live today?”

“no im just getting dressed and getting my makeup done to go to the bathroom.”

youve slapped him once (like in a friendly ish way😌)

but who hasnt

renjun takes you on almost every dream trip even if you didnt know the members well

Its a whole mess

Either you and renjun are chilling in the car, head on top of one's shoulder

Or you're trying to annoy each other and see who could break first while chenle cheers you on

In all seriousness tho renjuns always looking after you

Unless you trip or something then he's gonna step to the side and watch you fall while laughing

Jk jk but hes literally the kindest

Feeds you even if your full

Gets you clothes randomly

Makes sure your okay

If you aren't, he'll stop whatever he's doing to make sure you're at your best

Even if it takes a long time

Cuz ✨patience✨ is key

Jeno

ahhhh omg the SWEETEST MF

if you think anyone else would be youre wrong

No I don't take criticism

But shhehshjejs

Literally would walk to the end of the world for you

Mans is crazy in love😩

Cannot take his hands off of you

Has to kiss you at least 347 times a day or its not love🙄🚫

Yes he counts who do you think he is

Aight fr tho hes like a mom

Lowkey a mini doyoung minus the nagging 😌

Is he funny in a relationship?

No </3

Im kidding hes your normal everyday jeno

He can crack jokes and its pretty funny but you try not to laugh

Will actually wrestle you if you let out a dry 'haha'

Fr tho

Hes even whipped a pillow at your face for that

And everyone watched like 👁👁🍵

Omg prepare for the eye smiles

Especially if its something cute cuz he just goes (◜◡◝)

Even does it when you're frustrated

Highkey has to stop himself if you guys are in public

But fails miserably

Jaemin

This man right here officer

mf makes you feel so freaking special and sexy everyday

Cuz you are shut up

Any chance he gets (which is every other second) he'll always bring up how pretty you are

Then continues flirting like yall aren't dating

"Youre so pretty, I just wanna take you out and show you off to everyone."

You: ✨blushes✨

Its just me falling in love with a man bye

Random kisses throughout the day

Plus back hugs and neck kisses 😤

Hes a sucker for just being able to hold you

Will not let go if you have to leave for work

Always makes dumb excuses for you to stay

"I called and told your boss that our dog was sick and we have to take him to the vet"

"We don't have a dog..."

"Your boss doesn't know that"

The amount of times he's gotten you out of work is insane

But can you blame him?

You would do the same if you could cuz ffs is na jaemin

On his day off he loves spending the day cuddling and watching shows

Or go cafe hopping cuz he hasn't gotten his 5 shots of espresso that day☕

"Wanna try my coffee?"

"Does it look like I have a death wish?"

Chenle

To sum this relationship up

Its basically you both laughing at the members or making stupid jokes

The majority of your relationship is you and chenle with jisung because bff tings💅

No like jisungs basically your child now

Back off jaemin

Aight frfr chenles a pretty chill bf

Hahaha sike

Nah its always loud

Theres never quiet convos with he two of you

And if there is, something up🤚

You guys are like best friends tho

But too close to be best friends

Its still pretty awkward

So there's barely any kisses or hugs

Rip

Whenever he actually kisses you he just kinda steps back and blanks out

And you're like 😳

He makes up for it tho

Whenever he has the chance he'll take you out to a restaurant

Or for a walk

Omg bro 🤭

If you go for walks hes always trying to hold your hand

Does he succeed?

Only if you grab it yourself cuz he's too shy

It will probably take him a few more months before he's less shy with pda

Then he's gonna be on top of you 😀

Jisung

Oh man

Hes so shy❗❗

Mostly because this is probably his first real relationship so hes just first experiencing this stuff

If you're not very experienced with relationships either ooooo lordddd its gonna be that awkward kind of love

The members literally have to make you guys hug

Like its painful to watch you both just stand there like🧍‍♂️

But like????

Yall are so cute??

And for what 😳

Jisungs very gentle tho

Basically whenever he touches you its very soft, feathery touches

Its quick for jisung to overcome his shyness with you

So once hes done being a baby🥺

he actually will give you plenty of kisses

Holds your hand almost everyday

Def compliments your hands because they're so small compared to his

Likes looking at the size difference

Absolutely adores when hes laying on your lap and you start playing with his hair

Starts whining if you stop and will grab your hand and force it back onto his head

"Imma go get a drink."

"No you're gonna stay here and play with my hand whether you like it or not😐"

There's plenty of times where he subtly shows you off to the members because he's that in love

"Y/n is sooo cool. She let's me have coke after 11pm."

Jeno just blinks at him then walks away

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Caught//Rafe Cameron x reader

requested?:  yeah baby “a rafe x pouge!reader might be cute? just having everyone freak out when they catch you in bed w rafe lol”

summary: you’re secretly in a relationship with Rafe, one day you get caught cuddling with him on his bed

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, arguing, mentions of drugs

WC: 1132

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

“Hey!” you greeted your boyfriend Rafe, as you climbed into his room through the window in his room.

“Hi, baby!” he smiled and came over to you to give you a hug. 

He wrapped his muscular arms around you, making you melt into his touch.

He may seem like the biggest douchebag ever, but he wasn’t like that around you. He actually cared and listened to you, which no one rarely ever did. Not even your friends.

You were a pogue and you were dating a kook. When your friends would find out about this, they’d flip. 

Your friends had never liked kooks (even though they hung out with Sarah all the time) but you never really had anything against them. Somehow you hit it off with Rafe at a party and it went on from there. Both of you snuck around. Whether it was you sneaking to his house or vice versa.

“What did you tell your friends?” he asked, pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I told them that I’m sick.”

“And they believed you?” 

“Yeah. Can we cuddle now? My back is killing me right now.” You had been having some back pain recently. Probably from stress.

He smiled at you. “Sure.” 

You both climbed onto his bed and got under the covers. Immediately his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your back was now against his front.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled, already half asleep.

 “Thanks, I guess?” he laughed.

And in a matter of seconds you both fell asleep.

What you didn’t know was that all of your friends were on their way to the Cameron household, wanting something important from Rafe’s room. 

“Are you sure he’s not home?” JJ asked, looking around the hallways, searching for any signs of Rafe. 

“Relax, JJ. He’s probably snorting coke somewhere with his friends. Don’t even worry about it,” Sarah said, walking towards Rafe’s room, everyone else following her.

She opened the door and almost screamed at the sight she was seeing.

“What the fuck is going on?” She yelled, waking both of you up from your peaceful nap.

Everyone’s mouths were open in shock. None of them expected to see you there, sleeping in the arms of a man they hated the most. 

“I-” you didn’t even have any words to say.

“You told us you were sick. So you fucking lied?” Kiara joined in, very angry at you.

“Well yeah, but-”

“Why the fuck would you do that? Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who this motherfucker is? Y/N, are you crazy?” Sarah was angry at you too. 

Seeing the looks on their faces, you started to cry. 

You had always been the emotional one of the group, crying when you saw a dead animal on the road or forgetting to do your homework.

The tears made your vision blurry. You tried to wipe them away but they kept coming back. 

“Can you just leave?” Rafe finally spoke.

“You shut the fuck up! This isn’t about you.” JJ was so pissed off at Rafe before, and now even more.

“This is very much about me when you’re literally attacking my girlfriend.” He stood up, an upset expression on his face.

“Girlfriend, huh? Something else you want to tell us about, Y/N? You have more secrets we should know about?” Kiara asked, making you sob and cry even harder.

“Why do you have to be so mean about it? You never care about how I feel. You never ask how I’m doing. But he does. Rafe fucking Cameron does and you, who are supposed to be my best friends, don’t. What kind of fuckery is this?” you burst out, standing up to face them.

They were all speechless at your outburst.

“You could’ve just told us,” Sarah said, her tone now so much quieter.

“I tried to. So many times. But you all are so fucking selfish, chasing after that gold.” You tried to keep in your sobs but failed miserably.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Kiara suddenly apologized. 

All of their faces were now softer, looking at you with empathy because you were crying your eyes out.

You knew they wouldn’t like that you and Rafe were together, but you also didn’t expect them to be so mean.

You pushed through them and ran out of the house.

“Stay here! And I fucking mean it, pogues!” Rafe yelled at them running after you. 

You stopped when you were outside and were finally able to breathe again.

“Y/N…” He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. He wasn’t doing so well either but he didn’t show it as much as you did.

You just cried into his chest, while he was caressing you back in a calming motion.

Little did you know that all of them were watching the interaction between you and Rafe through the window.

“Were we too mean?”

“I don’t know Sarah. I feel like you really hurt her feelings,” John B stated. 

“But she’s the one messing around with my brother. And she lied to us, so.” “That doesn’t matter. Look at us. You’re a kook, I’m a pogue. And we work. Why can’t we just let them have this?”

Pope nodded, agreeing with John B.

“Maybe we were a little too mean. I mean look at them.”

Meanwhile, Rafe asked you if you wanted to go back inside. You nodded as a response. 

So you both walked back inside, his arm around your waist.

“Y/N, we’re sorry. Like really sorry. We just freaked out and you know how we feel about Rafe,”

Rafe gritted his teeth, wanting to say something mean back to his sister, but held it together, not wanting to make your mood even worse than it was.

“I know. But I don’t care about that. He might not be perfect and he has a lot to work on, but I love him. And I know he’s the one for me.”

“Yeah, we kind of figured. Again, we’re really sorry.”

“I forgive you. I know it might’ve been shocking. I’m sorry too. We should’ve told you guys.”

“It’s okay, honey.” Sarah and Kie pulled you into a hug. Then the boys joined too. 

Rafe just stood there looking at the interaction you were having with your friends.

“But the fact that you’re dating our best friend, doesn’t make us like you. We still hate you,” JJ said, looking at Rafe straight into the eyes.

“That’s great because I don’t like you either.”

You ended up sleeping over at the Camerons. You were too tired to go home and all you wanted to do was sleep in the arms of the man you loved the most.

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