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otomiyaa · 7 months ago

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Kuroo x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by @italeean for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Your keys were rattling as you opened the door to your shared apartment with Kuroo. Inside, you already saw four pairs of unfamiliar sportsy looking shoes, and you smiled. You were not surprised.

You knew your boyfriend was having some old friends from his high school days over, and that they were staying for some fun and drinks. No problem to offer the study room and couch for that.

"I'm home~ Guys?" you called out.

Why was it so quiet though? Had they gone out to play volleyball perhaps? No... At this hour? Besides, their shoes were right here.

You thought about it calmly as you took off your own shoes and shuffled around the corner.

"Guys, hello? .... Oh."

Inside, you found a mess. You immediately spotted your boyfriend Kuroo on the couch, sitting upright but looking like he was asleep.

Daichi was fast asleep on the floor. Why on the floor? His face had doodles on it too.

"How much did you guys drink?" you sighed, finding Oikawa in the kitchen. Looked like he had wanted to get something from the fridge but passed out in the middle of getting it. The fridge was still open. He was also missing his pants.

"Tetsu, watch our energy bill!" you called out to your sleeping boyfriend on the couch as you closed the fridge, and you found Oikawa's pants a little further. You threw it on top of him to cover his geeky underwear.

In the bathroom, you found Bokuto and Ushijima, piled up together. Also snoring, reeking of alcohol. Looked like the guys had made themselves comfortable anywhere but the futons you prepared for them in the study room.

"You guys are unbelievable," you said fondly, shaking your head like a mother.

You headed towards Kuroo who had the most comfortable spot of all, except his position looked anything but comfy. He was sitting very upright, which looked uncomfortable for his back, and his.. uh. Huh? His wrists were tied together in front of him, with... handcuffs? But why?

"Dear, what's going on here?" you chuckled, kissing his cheek and then picking up his tied hands to take a closer look. The handcuffs looked legit. Not some cheap toy.

Well, you knew Daichi was working to be a policeman after all... You shook Kuroo's bound hands around playfully and watched how he opened his eyes tiredly.

"Hello baby," he said, and he let out a cute burp. You waved the smell of beer away and patted his head, combing your fingers through his messy hair.

"What have you been up to? It's not even midnight yet."

"Hm.. Drinking game," he answered, leaning in to nuzzle your chest like a cat. Hehe, Kuroo was always a charmer, but somehow he managed to make you even more flustered whenever he was drunk.

"I see, I see. Well, let's untie your hands first and get everyone to bed. Where's the key of the handcuffs?" you asked.

"Hm... Let's make love," Kuroo said instead answering. "Right here."

"No no, baby. We can't. And we can't let your friends sleep like this. Let's go to bed."

"Hmm, to bed we go.... I'll make you feel so, sooo goooood," Kuroo said seductively.

You couldn't help but snicker in response. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position," you said. You picked up his hands again to demonstrate, not prepared for him to suddenly reach for your tummy and - wah! Tickle?

"Tehehetsu! Hehehey now!" you laughed, tumbling forward against him. His hands may be tied together, but he could still reach out and move his fingers, and damn did he know where to get you to make you collapse in an instant.

"Make love to meee," your drunk boyfriend said with a goofy grin.

"Nohoho! Whahahat! Tetsuraahaha! D-dohohon't!" You tried to move away, but somehow even with handcuffs, Kuroo was a beast.

He managed to capture you with his legs, keeping you in position firmly. He then tickled your sides and tummy until you were squealing so loudly it was a surprise not one of the others woke up. Alcohol comas were sooo bad!

"Prohohomise mehehe y-y'all nehehever drink so muhuhuch agahahain!" you laughed, squirming at your boyfriend's mercy.

"I promise~" Kuroo said sweetly. You were a little embarrassed how easy it was for you, with both hands free, to get overpowered like this while Kuroo was limited in his movements. You were simply stuck between Kuroo's legs and giggling like an idiot.

"Nohohow prohohomise to lehehet me gohoho!" you tried since he did seem a little reasonable.

"Can't promise that~"

Pffft!

"Ahahahalright! Lehehet me gohoho - wehehe'll cuddlehehe!" It was funny, Kuroo was immediately sold. His weakness for cuddling, even more than sex, was just adorable.

"Okay!" Kuroo chirped, and you were surprised it worked. He stopped tickling you, but instead he wrapped his arms around you. His tied hands now rested against your back, and you jumped when he scratched you there fondly. Not again!

"Y-you're stihihill tickling mehehe!" you whined. And now you were even more stuck.

"Tetsu! Lehehet gohoho!"

Okay so it didn't work. Well, sometimes people would make bad choices like you did. It couldn't be helped. In your new position, you were even more trapped than before, and even when Kuroo fell asleep in the middle of tickling your back, you could hardly get out of his grip.

After all, you didn't want to wake him again. "You're so silly," you said with a smile, and you had to make some effort to kiss him in this cramped position. You then rested comfortably against him, and you started to feel sleepy.

It was anything but comfortable, but then again, definitely more comfortable than those other guys. You could at least try to sleep a few hours, and then hopefully wake up with a sobered up boyfriend!

#x reader tickles #haikyuu #kuroo #x reader #kuroo x reader #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes #ler!kuroo

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hils79 · 11 months ago

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Hils Watches Kiseki: Dear to Me - Ep 12

Look, I'm delighted that Bai Zongyi and Fan Zerui are back together but the last episode ended with someone holding a knife to Chen Yi's throat. IS HE OKAY???

Aww you'll be fine. They love Bai Zongyi, and Bai Zongyi loves you

Oh my god Chen Yi is wooing Ai Di with gift wrapped guns and Ai Di is genuinely delighted by this. They are both so ridiculous and I adore them.

Argh, he was so close. As much as Ai Di loves guns I think he's happy to be out of that life, mostly because of what happened to him in prison. Just let him run his bar. You can still be boyfriends without him being in your gang!

I actually really love the narrative structure of this drama and the way they just casually toss in a bit of missing story in the middle of a scene

AHHHHHHHHH! Finally they spend a birthday together and Ai Di is in prison. MY HEART 😭

Are those all birthday presents Ai Di got for Chen Yi and then never gave him? 🥺

OH SHIT HE LIED ABOUT HIS LIFE BEING IN DANGER? DUDE!

Okay, so maybe it was Ai Di holding a knife to Chen Yi's throat at the end of the previous episode. He is MAD and I don't blame him!

Aww! See they're a family now.

Ah, it was Ai Di with the knife. And here we are again with the spicy food torture. These two are such idiots (affectionate)

Chen Yi just thinks his imminent torture is cute

Oh my god! Has he built up an immunity to spicy food while Ai Di has been gone?

I love the ways in which Chen Yi picks Ai Di up and carries him are varied

Look at Chen Yi finally using his words. I'm so proud of him.

Yeah, you idiot, that's exactly what he was doing

God, Louis is such a good actor. The way in the birthday montage he's just visibly a little sadder each year until he's actually crying in the one he celebrated just before he went to prison. This is legit making me tear up.

And they say romance is dead

YAAAAAAAAAY! Finally no one is drunk or denying their feelings!

Aww, no, are we really introducing a jealous girl storyline one episode from the end?

Aww it's the other two boys from Plus & Minus

Because you were there to protect him

Of course Bai Zongyi wants to propose with cake. He opened his bakery purely because he hoped an amnesiac Fan Zerui might come in some time

I don't use the word babygirl very often but...

OH SHIT WTF DID CHEN YI JUST GET SHOT???

#hils watches #hils watches kiseki: dear to me #hils watches twdramas #kiseki: dear to me #twdrama

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meat-wentz · 2 years ago

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Could you maybe give me some band recommendations I need a second band to obsess over lol

oh my gosh yes

these are kind of on constant rotation throughout my life:

dear and the headlights- hey listen do you ever wanna get punched in the fucking chest by a band that only has two albums and can lyrically slap you in the face with the most yearning you've felt ever in your life probably? then dear and the headlights is the band for you, these guys sound like they lost their virginity in a field in michigan and never got over the heartbreak of it all. midwesty sounding post-emo (despite being from arizona). both albums are some of my fave albums ever.

electric six- camp as fuck, the campest band, so fucking fun with real sick tunes. dick valentine frontman of ever. great videos. rock and roll and sexy sex and songs that make you feel what it must be like to be a handsome penis probably. fire is my fave album it's just full of wall to wall bangers.

bayside- i don't nearly see enough bayside appreciation as i thought i would on here, but bayside is just oh my god they're the most "cooler older brother" emo band out there they make me feel like i need to fucking punch drywall and get drunk off shitty beer in a garage and start yellin and they legit did not have to go that hard on the video for devotion and desire, i think about those hot nuns on the daily. my personal fave albums are bayside, acoustic, the walking wounded, and sirens and condolences.

bright eyes- man conor really just does it for me. always has always will. fave albums are lifted and fevers and mirrors.

pierce the veil- i will occasionally see ptv appreciation on the dash which makes my whole heart soar. i love ptv. they don't miss. every album is a banger, their new album is a banger. i would literally throw my whole body in front of a moving vehicle for jaime. literally have never gotten over so many ptv lyrics like "i'm gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin till your bones feel embarrassed from all the attention." bruh. fave albums are selfish machines, collide with the sky, and the jaws of life.

the bluetones- my babies i want to hold them i want to cradle them i am obsessed with them. this is music to stare out car windows to for all occasions and emotions. fave albums are return to the last chance saloon and science & nature. (the basement song, sleazy bed track, if, autophilia or how i learned to stop worrying and love my car are all songs that make me feel inexplicable).

anyways here's some more on rotation:

brandston

braid

the promise ring

skating polly

failure

be your own pet

metric

tricot

fall of troy

speedy ortiz

fountains of wayne

jawbox

joyce manor

the replacements

the rapture

#ask #what-a-catch-patrick

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lesbianjesuslovesyou · 1 year ago

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oh dear god. Dear god. Fuck. Dear lord. Dear lord have mercy.

I have fallen through a fever dream of a rabbit hole and indubitably gotten drunk in your fanfics. Like I don’t say this often. But your fanfics legitimately manage to incorporate ALL of my kinks. And theirs like. So fucking many of them.

Your fics + name swapping sites have been legit the only thing that’s kept me going for like the past week. It’s like a drunk haze except I’m not drunk I’m just insanely horny (I recently started testosterone as I’m transitioning. So yeah. That’s why)

but holy FUCK. You’re like some fucking Angel sent from above. You have spanking overstimulation, degradation AND super dom tops + whiney pathetic bottoms??? It’s just. God. So fucking good. I feel delerious just thinking about it. You’ve made me delirious.

Sorry for that long ass intro. I think I just came here to metaphorically ask/ beg if you take requests or any type of prompts or anything?

Fuck I do love the Cytherea and Gideon fics don’t get me wrong I also love the Harrow and Gideon stuff too. I just like a little non/dub con in my smut fics sometjmes. Brings an extra rough element. And you always have Cytherea give off such perfect ‘Mean Mommy Don’ vibes ifnejdjsjdjd.

something even wacker? I’ve never read a single tomb book. I had no idea what it even was. I still haven’t read it yet. I just know the characters single-handedly from your fics. I typically replace all the names with my current favorite ship which is Toradeen. Aka Toralei x Clawdeen from monster high. With Toralei as the bottom cause girlie ain’t topped a single thing in her life and she not about to start now lol.

but what’s so fun is that you’ve seriously gotten me interested in reading those books. I have a severe backlog of books I need to read. But I’m definitely adding the series to the list just cause of you! So uh? Win for the tomb series?

anyway sorry this was long. I just got excited to see you were on tumblr

sa/lkdsnkkgdjhfallbjsfbdsk vjghfdkbjvnskz Oh my GOSH, you are the sweetest!!! I am SO glad you've enjoyed my fanfiction. Truly, that means the world to me. <3 And you haven't even read the series! It is definitely worth looking into; Gideon the Ninth is legitimately one of the best books I've ever read, and it sparked over 130 fanfictions in less than two years... being able to combine my favorite book series with my favorite BDSM tropes and kinks has genuinely made me so happy. I haven't written this much in my whole life, and it's all thanks to this series with the silly goth nun and butch swordswoman.

I do take requests! Sometimes I post on Twitter (@utilitywhiskers) with a "drop # kinks and we'll see what happens" and try to create a fic with the first ones that pop up in the comments.

I'm not on Tumblr as much as I used to be back in my pre-fandom days (when the interface was still easy! and didn't make my computer lag!), but you're also welcome to shoot me a request in my Askbox here. I tend to only write Locked Tomb fics, but I love exploring new kinks.

And since you made me blush like a schoolgirl with your super sweet message, here's a sneak peek of some future fics that I hope to finish once the fandom-wide Holiday Exchange is over: -Dollification -Human Slave AU -Littlespace/Ageplay -T-Dick Blowjobs -Circus AU -Hypnokink -Freeuse Noncon -Judicial Punishment -Serial Killer AU ...and so, so, so many more <3 Thank you again for the super sweet comment. I am sincerely so happy that my fics have brought you joy (and kept you warm at night!).

#the locked tomb #lesbianjesuslovesyou

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zepskies · 8 months ago

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Omg friend, has anyone told you you're the QUEEN of heartwarming feedback? 🥹 Well you are, Wayne, and I love you for it (that and many things). 💕

Thanks for getting that early-2000s lump of coal stuck in my head, dude 🤣

LMFAO I literally had to look up 2002 hits and found this tragic forgotten angst-rock classic. 😂

(And I'm not surprised that's the first gif that came up. 🤣🤣)

WHAT?! Omg please let Joey be the one to clumsily tell her 😂

LMFAO that would've been a fantastic idea!

Honestly the best way to describe Joey lol

TY 😂 The first thing I notice about Katie is her beautiful big brown eyes.

There he is! My first love and crush 😍 Have I told you that my very first fanfic at thirteen was written about this man? 😆

That's amaziiiing. I wonder where that fanfic is, still out in the world? 😏 (I used to be on FF.net in my early fanfic days lmao) I hope I was able to do your childhood crush justice!

Oh God, Jen! Could you be any more awkward about it? 🙈

LOL this is Jen without some of the growth she got in S6, I think in part due to her relationship with CJ.

Swoon! 😍😍😍

You know me, gotta inject those sappy romcom moments beyond the teen/YA drama cringe. 😘 (A disaster indeed!! lmfao)

Ha! Russian vodka at it's finest. 🫠 Poor, silly Josephine lol.

You nailed Jen there. She'd defnitely come back with a retort like this 🤣

Ahaha thank you! I was a little iffy on writing Jen at first, but this line felt good for her. 🤣 But she was hella petty in this, wasn't she?

He really did say it like that 😂 And why Pacey went out of his way to call him out on it is such an odd thing anyway. Who does that? You sweep shit like that under the rug

Right?! But of course, he did so without meaning to stir up drama. 😂 Poor CJ.

The second one who's petty. Maybe he and Jen are a good match after all... 🙄

LOL CJ's a little on edge, salty and defensive right now (certainly ain't perfect). 😂😂

Their little moment after their fight had me legit in tears 😭 Again, you're making me like him and I really didn't want to lol

Aww, hun!! 💗 I just really love sweet hurt/comfort after an angsty fight. I think I may like it more than regular fluff, and I might have a problem. 😭😂

Omg, Zep, thank you for bringing that disGUSting memory back 😝🤣🤢

Lmfaooo Wayne, I had to. I was rewatching the episode and gagged while watching that part. 🤮🤮 Gus was so fucking gross.

WHAT?!?!!? SHE DID NOT!!!!! NUH-UH!

While I absolutely died reading your reactions (that 70s gif took me out 🤣🤣), we absolutely went there with Jen's drunk ass. I feel like out of all of them, I felt like a bit of wild-child Jen would have the audacity.

My sweet Josephine 🥰 That soothed some of my shock

Ahaha she's a bit childlike while drunk, I thought, which tickled me to write. 😂💕

I love how your readers always have that passive-aggressive fire, Zep 😅❤️‍🔥

I'm realizing this is how I must be as a person. 😂 (I have a...cat-like personality you could say.) Which is probably why unless I'm creating a very specific personality, passive aggressive tends to be my default I'm noticing. 😂 But I love that you love it!! 💞

Damn... Seriously, stop making me fall for this man 👀🔥

I will NOT!

(But seriously, thank you! 😭 I try my best to bring the heat when warranted lol. ❤️‍🔥)

Dear Lord 😂😂😂 He's just going through the whole group, isn't he? Watch out, Joey lol (Although Pacey might punch him again then)

LOL oh God, Pacey'd put him through a wall for that one. Also your comment reminded me of that bit in 70s show, I think either Kitty or Red telling Jackie, "Well you're just going through that whole friend group, aren't ya?" 🤣

“You’re my one exception,” he said.

Aww 😭❤️

Again, I'm a sap and I'm unapologetic about it! 😂💕

This was wonderful, Zep! Funny, dramatic, sweet! 🥹 (Stefon-worthy) You're really making me love this guy (and do a rewatch of DC lmao) 🫶💚

Thank you so much, Wayne, I so appreciate you!! I'm so honored that I could turn your hatred into love for this guy. Because trust me CJ frustrated me at times. 🤣 Yesss rewatch! I did a whole rewatch of S6 for this.

Thank you again for always making me smile from ear to ear (and sometimes cackle out loud) with your lovely comments on my stuff. 🥹💓💓💓

One Exception

Pairing: CJ Braxton x F. Reader

Summary: Joey has invited you to a party at Pacey’s apartment, and CJ has agreed to go, despite the contentious history between him and your new friends. He doesn’t want to be the reason you miss out on a good thing, but it also means he’ll have to hide his apprehension (and his alcoholism).

AN: Here’s the sequel to Good Morning! This story takes place in 6.14 of the show, with a little twist.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Mature themes, but it doesn’t really warrant an 18+ rating. Angst, alcoholism, hurt/comfort, jealousy, fluff, tinge of spice, and implied smut.

“Nice television,” CJ remarked, noting the giant monstrosity in the middle of this very loud apartment.

“See? Told you it’d be low-key,” you said.

More like high and off-key, CJ thought wryly.

Nickleback’s “How You Remind Me” was blaring. People you and CJ recognized from school were crowded in the living room around the TV, as well as milling around the kitchen with beers and solo cups, and it was pretty much a wall of sound that already grated on CJ’s ears. Pacey had to be in here somewhere too.

You squeezed CJ’s hand and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“You okay?” you asked.

He gave you a smile to hide his nerves. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He was no stranger to parties. He just didn’t often find himself going to parties where the host had once introduced his face to a brick wall.

Before he truly got to know you, CJ had a one-time unintentional fling with your (former) dorm roommate, Audrey. She’d been spiraling out of control in an alcohol-fueled depression. He’d seen a kindred spirit in her and tried to help her. He just hadn’t known that she was still sort of in a relationship with Pacey, who had a mean right hook when he wanted to.

And then there was Jen, Audrey and Joey’s best friend. CJ felt the worst for hurting her along the way, unable to reciprocate her feelings…

And, oh yeah, you still didn’t know about that last part.

CJ silently stewed in all of this when you led him by the hand to find your friend and current dormmate, Joey.

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” she said with her wide, doe brown eyes and a too-bright smile.

You gave her a quirking look when you hugged her in greeting. She smelled like vodka and orange juice, but you’d never known Joey to go too hard in the paint with her liquor.

She gave your companion a little wave. “Hey, CJ!”

“Hey,” he nodded with a smile.

“You guys want something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the row of liquor bottles and various chasers behind her on the kitchen counter. You internally paused for a moment, glancing at your boyfriend, but you turned back to Joey with a smile.

“Yeah, Diet Coke would be great,” you said.

CJ gave you a curious look, but he asked for the same. Joey bobbed her head before she went to pour the drinks into some plastic cups.

CJ leaned in near your ear. “Sweetheart, you’re allowed to drink. You know I’ve been to parties before.”

In fact, you and CJ had met at a club party. One where Audrey had been led up to some guy’s room while she was drunk, and CJ had all but broken down the door to get her out for you and Jen.

“I know, I just don’t feel like doing alcohol tonight,” you told him.

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You just didn’t want to risk making CJ even more uncomfortable than he likely already was, being near Pacey. You’d asked Joey to talk to him for you—a plea for him to not try and kill your boyfriend.

And there your esteemed host was, coming over now.

“Heyyyy, good thinking,” said Pacey. He went over to Joey’s side when she turned to hand you and CJ your drinks. He grabbed another cup to pour one for himself.

“Hey, man,” CJ greeted politely. His hands were in his pockets, trying to mask his stiffness.

Pacey hesitated, taking note of CJ, but the beat of tension broke between the two men when Pacey graciously stuck out a hand.

“Hey. Good to see ya…not with my girlfriend,” he quipped with a smile.

CJ’s was a bit more strained, but he gave a wry chuckle along with his handshake. Joey elbowed Pacey in the ribs.

“Ah, what?” he protested. She gave him a firm look, pursing her lips. Then she turned to you and CJ with a smile.

“Hey, you guys have any whiskey?” Jen cut in, as she sidled up to Joey. “I’m not so much in a beer mood, but whiskey I could do. Maybe it’s the burn I’m craving—”

She stopped short when she saw you and CJ. Her smile thinned.

“Oh! Hey, there,” she said.

CJ offered her nod, but his insides tightened. He watched you brighten and give Jen a hug that the other woman couldn’t easily reciprocate. Jen’s eyes were on him, even while she hugged you.

You and Joey then broke off to catch up for a bit (CJ encouraged you to it), while Pacey went back to watching a football game on the mega-sized TV with Jack. CJ was about to join them when Jen’s voice stopped him.

“You guys look good together,” she said. She had a glass of whiskey in her hand and a small smile on her face. Her blonde hair was shorter now, cut just below her ears. Her black halter-style dress suited her.

But she wasn’t you.

CJ smiled more genuinely. “Thanks.”

Jen was a good person. He was still sorry that he hurt her, but he wasn’t sorry for choosing you.

You were happy to see CJ hanging out with his friend David, along with Jack and Pacey and some other guys from school. Meanwhile, you had the chance to catch up with Joey and Jen.

Maybe it would give you a chance to mend this weird rift of distance that had seemed to come between you and Jen in recent weeks.

You didn’t know where it came from, but you genuinely admired Jen as a person. She was smart, and she always spoke her mind and stuck to her principles. That was something you wish you had more of in yourself.

Now, she was a bit quiet while sipping her whiskey. Joey made up for it, with a kind of giggle-snort you'd never heard come out of her mouth before. You raised a brow, despite your smile.

"Yes, Josephine?" you teased.

"Sorry," she waved a dismissive hand. "Just remembered something. Like the fact that I really like vodka. I mean, it's clear, almost tasteless, so it's almost like drinking water, you know?"

You and Jen shared an amused look.

"Sure, that's what it's like," you said.

Joey's eyes went wide then. She leaned in close to you, leaning on your shoulder.

"Oh. Don't drink champagne though," she said, while eyeing Jen. She "whispered" loud enough to be heard over the music, and also hurt your left ear. "She once killed a girl with champagne."

Jen's mouth fell open incredulously. Your eyes went as wide as Joey's. This was some serious “girl time.”

"Wait, what?" you said.

Jen looked at her empty glass. "Well, would you look at that? Right on time."

She escaped to the kitchen to refill her tumbler, but you and Joey followed her; you out of morbid curiosity, and Joey because she too wanted more vodka than orange juice in her plastic cup.

Jen gave you a smirk as she filled up her glass.

"Don't worry, you're all safe. This is Jameson," she said.

You emitted some nervous laughter and leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out where the joke was here. How the hell do you kill a girl with champagne?

“So are you sure you don’t want an actual drink?” Jen asked, gesturing at your soda.

“Oh, no. I’m fine,” you held up a dismissive hand.

“You sure?” Pacey said, coming up from behind your little group to find a beer. “I got your boyfriend a vodka soda. I can get you one too.”

Your eyes widened, though you tried to hide your alarm, smoothing your hands down your jeans.

“What?” you asked.

Pacey paused. He’d caught the surprise flitting across your face. “What?”

“Um…” Your hesitation came from trying to process information in record time. You looked over and saw CJ with David. Your boyfriend was indeed holding a different cup.

You returned your attention to Pacey. His brows were raised. Joey looked confused as well, while Jen was sipping at her own drink, in a way that hinted that she already knew what you were about to say.

“CJ doesn’t drink,” you explained.

Pacey brows popped higher. “Ah. He’s 21 though, right?”

“Yes, but he’s a recovering alcoholic,” you said with a sigh. You didn’t want to have to say that, telling CJ's business, but you didn’t know how else to explain why you were slightly freaking out.

“Oh…uh, sorry about that,” Pacey said.

“No, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it,” you said.

Pacey gave a wan smile and returned to the group around the TV, CJ included. You sighed and turned back to Jen and Joey.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know either,” Joey said.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” you said, shaking your said. “I’ll just check on him, if you guys don’t mind—”

Jen’s glass hit the counter, and she poured herself another whiskey on the rocks.

“By all means, check away,” she said.

“Hey, sorry man. I didn’t know,” Pacey had said to him, with a look on his face that also said:

Sorry you’re a leper. That’s rough buddy.

CJ found himself withdrawing from the rest of the guys, even as the smell of vodka wafted from the solo cup in his hand. He glanced down at it with a short sigh, but he didn’t drink it, even though his hand itched to raise the cup to his lips.

You startled him a little when your hand curled around his arm.

“Hey,” you greeted in a whisper.

“Hey,” he smiled back at you. But the worried look on your face made his smile fall.

“Wanna hang out for a bit?” you asked, nodding at a quieter looking corner of the living room.

CJ waved at David with the hand that held his cup, and he followed you over to the far side of the couch. You sat on its edge, arms crossed, while he found a seat on the sill of a large window.

You pointedly glanced at his cup. “Have you been drinking?”

CJ’s lips pursed. He took in your stance: arms crossed, shoulders tense, lips pursed, eyes deeply concerned and wary.

Are we having fun yet? he thought dryly.

“See, I’d be more inclined to answer that question if you hadn’t lured me over here under false pretenses,” he remarked. Though he did set the cup down beside him on the windowsill.

“What false pretenses?” you asked, your brows furrowing.

“You don’t want to be with me. You want to check up on me,” he pointed out. “You’re looking at me like an inmate who got loose in the psych ward.”

You frowned then. “That’s not true. I’m just wondering why you would take an alcoholic beverage from Pacey.”

“Your friend offered me a drink. It seemed rude to say no, so…” CJ glanced down at his hands in his lap. Your head tilted in concern.

“CJ…” you sighed. “Why the hell would you ruin your sobriety over something like that?”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” he replied flatly.

“Oh really?” you said. Your lips pursed in irritation.

“I just didn’t want to get into it with a stranger,” CJ said, throwing up a hand. “But thanks for telling him that I don’t drink. Now he’s apologizing to me like I’m dying or something.”

A sharper sigh fell from your lips. “I told you we didn’t have to come here. I didn’t want to make you feel pressured to—”

“Again, you know this isn’t my first house party,” he said.

“Yeah, I know it’s not. So why? Why did this happen tonight?” you asked. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been so disciplined with yourself. You have a set of rules, and you follow them.”

“Yeah, well, did it ever occur to you that maybe I realized that I was too strict on myself?” he said. “That maybe we wouldn’t even be together if I didn’t bend those rules?”

Your mouth fell open incredulously, a bit of anger sparking your blood. He knew he shouldn't have said that. It just kind of flew out of his mouth, immediately sparking his guilt.

“Okay,” you snipped. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be bending those rules at all if this is where it leads.”

CJ's lips pursed. “What, because I’ve been sitting here, spending the last hour debating whether or not to take a drink?”

He gestured at the cup beside him.

Your eyes blinked wider, with even more surprise, and a heavy dose of confusion.

“Wait, what? Are you telling me that you haven’t been drinking tonight?” you asked.

“Is that going to magically change all the conclusions you just jumped to?” CJ retorted.

You closed your eyes with a sharp, exasperated sigh. When you opened them again, you frowned at him.

“Uh, yeah!” you exclaimed. "Of course it does, CJ!"

“Well, it doesn’t work that way,” he said. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. Fine. Just like I’ve been trying to find some normalcy with you here. But apparently you find that wildly insulting.”

He was getting wildly defensive right now. You sort of saw where he was coming from, but it was still frustrating. You held a hand to your chest as your heart raced with the force of your relief.

“Look, I’m sorry for assuming. I’m just…I was worried about you,” you said honestly. “I knew coming here might be stressful for you—”

“I can handle stress,” CJ said. “What I can’t handle is you looking at me like I’m a powder keg waiting to explode.”

You raised up placating hands as you glared at him.

“Fine,” you said. “Sorry for being concerned about my boyfriend. I’ll try to curb that behavior in the future.”

At that, CJ’s frustration and anger simmered down, swiftly followed by more guilt.

You got up and blinked quickly, like you were fighting tears as you shook your head. You aimed to get by him, but he got off the windowsill and went for your hand. There was no drunk excuse for his behavior now.

No, this one was all him.

“Hey,” he said, in a softer voice. He looked down at you with softer eyes too. He could see now that you didn’t mean to make him feel less than, like you had to watch him so he wouldn’t mess up in front of your friends. No, you were just genuinely worried about his wellbeing.

You looked up at him warily. He held your hand more securely in his.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I am,” he said, when he noted your raised brow. “I’m really grateful that you care about me. That you’re concerned about me. But I’ve been dealing with this for a long time. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself either, even when we’re out here in the wild.”

A small smile twitched at your lips. You held his hand back.

“Out in the wild, huh?” you quirked a brow. CJ smiled back and brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“I just need you to trust me a little more,” he said.

You nodded, smiling when his forehead gently rested against yours. The ends of his hair tickled between your brows.

“Okay, I’m sorry too,” you said. “Next time I won’t be so quick on the draw.”

You leaned up for a kiss. CJ met you there, sweetly at first. Then he tilted his head and deepened the angle of his lips moving against yours.

“Ooh save that for later,” Joey said, loudly from behind you.

It made you jolt in CJ’s arms. You turned your head and met your friend with a wide-eyed look of confusion. She held an empty wine bottle in her hand and waggled mischievous brows.

“Come on, let’s play.”

You really couldn’t believe that Joey was making you all play Spin the Bottle. For you, it was the stuff of awkward middle school horror stories of the highest form. She’d roped in you and CJ, Jen, Jack, Pacey and their roommate Emma, and Gus, a gross looking guy who was apparently her "fiancé" of some sort.

Gus took the first turn, and got creative with it—giving Joey a nice lick on the cheek.

That’s what you get for making us play this dumbass game, you thought as you laughed.

Joey ended up giving Jack a sweet kiss, followed by him and Emma sharing a little lip-lock, and even Emma and Jen giggling as they came together for a peck.

But when it was Jen’s turn, the wine bottle spun, and spun…and landed on CJ. A chorus of “ooohs” came from the others.

You felt yourself bristle internally. It’s just a game, you reminded yourself. Just a stupid, stupid game.

You patted CJ’s knee and tried to school your face into amusement.

“You’re up, babe,” you said.

He looked a bit uncomfortable when he met your eyes, and then Jen’s. She wore a smile, though she was a little absent in the eyes. She’d been pounding hard liquor pretty much all night.

“All right, CJ. Let’s get this over with,” she teased.

He let out a subtle breath through his nose, but he uncurled his arm from around you so that he could lean over to meet Jen across the circle. Instead of the light peck that he was aiming for, she surprised him by taking his face in her hands and giving him a kiss deep enough to make him taste the burn of whiskey.

He parted from her with a flinch. His eyes blinked wide. A quick glance around the circle told him he wasn’t the only one who was surprised, but you were the only one he cared about. He settled back next to you and felt guilty for your muted disbelief, even though he wasn’t the real perpetrator here.

CJ frowned hard at Jen. She just smiled and crossed her arms around her legs, head bobbing to the tune of the alt rock music playing.

“Damn, Jen,” Pacey said, laughing uncomfortably. “That’s some dedication to the game.”

You were still shocked into stillness. You knew Jen was a bit deep into the bottle, but was she really drunk enough to try and make out with your boyfriend in front of you?

Joey finally dropped her hands from her face (she’d been watching the scene through the cracks in her fingers). She gave you an apologetic look. She was very effing drunk as well, you knew, but not make out with your boyfriend in front of you—drunk.

You finally looked over at CJ, not knowing who you should be more irritated with: Jen for sticking her tongue down his throat, or CJ for letting her.

“It’s your turn, bro,” Gus said. Not that he cared about whoever CJ landed on. He just wanted the chance to kiss another one of the girls. Preferably Emma.

CJ shook his head. “I don’t think I—”

“Go ahead,” you said. Your tone was a challenge, as were your crossed arms, and the tight expression on your face. “It’s just a game, right?”

That last part, you aimed at Jen. She finally had enough self-awareness to avert her drunken gaze. Your teeth were grinding.

Though you had to pause when you realized where CJ’s spun bottle had landed: right on you.

“Aw, well that’s good,” Joey said, with a nervous laugh that broke some of the tension in this little circle.

CJ let out a subtle breath of relief himself. But this was a whole new challenge as he met your steely gaze. He tried to give you a smile.

Your eyes fell. So with a small sigh, he gently took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to him, just before he leaned in to kiss you.

He plied you softly at first. His lips dragged against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. Then he angled his head away from the circle, away from prying eyes as he brushed his tongue across your lower lip, seeking entrance. You inhaled deeply, and you couldn’t help but let him in.

You uncrossed your arms and found his cheek with your hand. Your fingers soon delved into his hair, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck. He barely restrained a shudder.

“Ah, okay then,” Pacey muttered.

When you parted from CJ, your heart was racing, and there was a fire in your belly that you could see reflected in his eyes.

“I’m a little thirsty, you wanna…” he trailed. You nodded and let him help you off the ground where you all had been sitting.

CJ’s arm once again wrapped around your waist, and he led you into the first bedroom he could find. The door shut against the blaring music, the sounds of laughter and stories and dumb middle school games.

Until all that was left was you and CJ, and the sounds of quick breaths, clothes hitting the floor, and skin against skin.

“I’m sorry about earlier. With the game,” CJ later said. “Jen took me by surprise.”

Much later, where you were tangled up in his arms and the sheets, both of you mostly naked and tucked under the covers. You felt bad that you didn’t even know whose bedroom this was.

Jack’s maybe? You could only hope so. That would probably be the least awkward situation if you two were caught in here.

But at CJ’s question, your blissful mood of moments before was wiped away. Your face dropped into a frown. You turned in his arms so that you could see his face, resting your head on his arm.

“Yeah, what the hell was that with Jen?” you asked.

CJ soothed a hand up and down your arm. He knew it was time for him to come clean with you, even though he knew it might make you look at him differently. He could only hope that it wouldn’t.

“Before you and I started talking, dating—well, you know what happened with me and Audrey,” he said, expelling a breath of regret. “Before then, Jen had feelings for me.”

Your eyes widened. By now you could’ve guessed that Jen wanted your boyfriend, but you had no idea it had started way back then. CJ looked you in the eyes.

“I just didn’t feel the same way,” he said. “Then Audrey and I happened, just the one night. But Jen…I know I hurt her, and I felt terrible. I still feel bad about that, because I never meant to hurt her. I just thought Audrey and I had a connection.”

“And then Pacey,” you supplied, realizing where this story was headed. A fight between Pacey and CJ. Audrey left for rehab in California. And Jen was left to nurse her wounded pride and hurt feelings…especially when you and CJ began for real.

You closed your eyes on a sigh. This explained why she’d been so frigid to you lately.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” CJ said. “I didn’t want to come between you guys, or hurt her more by pursuing another one of her friends…I just couldn’t help falling for you.”

At that admission, you softened. You caressed CJ’s cheek, and you brought him down to you for a kiss. Again, it was slow and unhurried, yet no less passionate.

Your lips parted from his first, so you could meet his eyes.

“I’ll talk to Jen,” you said. “But…I’m glad I fell for you too.”

You and CJ shared a quiet moment then, each of you processing, hands intertwined. It had you thinking about everything he said tonight, even before the game.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. Fine,” he’d said. “Just like I’ve been trying to find some normalcy with you here. But apparently you find that wildly insulting.”

You sighed and squeezed his hand. It was comfortably trapped between his bare chest and yours.

“Just for the record, you don’t have to be ‘normal’ for me, or be what you think I want around my friends. Just be you,” you said, meeting his green-eyed gaze. “I do trust you, CJ. I trust that you want to be with me, and that you have a handle on yourself.”

CJ smiled ruefully. He ran his thumb across the back of your hand.

“You were right though. The truth is I did get a little nervous tonight,” he said. “Being here, seeing Pacey…it brought up all that drama again. I took that vodka soda from him, and I was thinking about drinking it.”

“But you didn’t,” you said firmly. “Because you’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know.”

CJ looked down at your hand joined with his, at your face, set with honesty and vehemence. You seemed to believe every word of what you were saying. That alone made him feel strong.

“Thanks,” he said with a smile.

It hadn’t been all that long, but he knew this felt right. It always felt right with you.

You smiled back at him and leaned up for a sweeter kiss.

“Thank you for bending your own rules for me,” you teased.

CJ chuckled. He stroked your cheek and pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“You’re my one exception,” he said.

AN: As frustrated as CJ made me at times, somehow he weasels his way back into my heart. 😂💗 If you enjoyed this, let me know!

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nanyoky · 7 years ago

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Guess who has the night off and can watch live for once???? This dweeb

I love the Whyte Wurm I need to get some screenshots and do a detailed production design analysis one of these days

Sexy Varchie montage is unnecessary but not entirely unwelcome

"You've always wanted" ARCHIE HAS CONFESSED ALL HIS HARLEQUIN NOVEL FANTASIES TO VERONICA BECAUSE HE’S ARCHIE AND WE LOVE HIM

Oh dear the L bomb kids honeys babes you are SIXTEEN and your feelings are valid but you’re still SIXTEEN

Yes jughead lets go to the murder house. Betty is a bad influence on that boy i stg

FP IS COMING BACK MY GARBAGE WARRIOR KING YASSSS

Oh my god "you want us to be you" I live this four person dynamic they are such in-laws and it’s so awkward i love the core four it is rare to equally love all of a main ensemble cast and also their dynamic as pairs and as a whole but here i am bless this show

This new Cheryl and Josie dynamic is very weird and I don't know what to think of it. on the one hand, i fully sympathise with people who are upset that our wlw representation is being forced into unhealthy stalker terriotry right off the bat- especially since mlm representation got sidelined in season one in that joaquin never got a chance to come clean and apologize for the his shady shenanigans BUT ALSO i am a staunch supporter of cheryl being THE WORST at all times and in new and exciting ways, so i’m really torn here friends. i understand everyone’s views but honestly i’m probably going to enjoy the ride no matter how cringey it gets. full disclosure.

Omg LODGES "please use that boy of yours as a human shield" i love this horrible little family

Tall Boy y r u like this but also he's not wrong about jughead being an outsider like seriously i love jughead but he is very naive.

This also brings up something that’s been bugging me all season in that- in the first season, the serpents felt like a gang of middleaged biker dudes plus joaquin, and now it just feels like a highschool click plus tall boy and fp and the whiplash between the two vibes feels very unnatural to me they really need some more group scenes where we see all age demographics represented equally.

Poor Archie he's such a precious pea but also poor veronica she is so wise and they are SIXTEEN

FP still wears his wedding ring I am DELICATE

ALICE Y

ShankShaw omg this show i can’t

FP no one believes this redemption arc but we want to we want to so much but this is Riverdale and no one is allowed to be happy and stable for more than half an episode

"My colleague and i" omg

"The devils house. What if he's home" I FUCKING ADORE THIS SHOW!?!?!!

The last ride my heart but also this feels ominous if they kill my sovereign lord I will be most displeased

FP WAS IN THE ARMY HELP

i can’t handle this. truly. seriously. jughead admires fp and thinks about when his dad would do when faced with a tough situation and HE SHOULDN’T and fp KNOWS he shouldn’t and his heart is BROKEN that jughead is involved in serpent stuff BUT ALSO he is THRIVING on the fact that they have common ground where they never had it before and GAWD THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS TOO MUCH I CAN'T DO THIS I AM NEAR TEARS THERE IS SO MUCH CHEAP FLAVORED VODKA IN ME

FP and his little hat. that is all.

My two faves are interacting I love this drama yass give me ten season of cheryl and fp they are my shining stars

JUGHEAD CALLED FP THE KING I'M ALIVE I’M SO FUCKING ALIVE IT’S ALMOST LIKE THEY DID ALL THE HENRY IV VIBES ON PURPOSE OR SOMETHING

Omg this is so much the serpents are just so much

This party is a terrible idea I can't wait for it to all come crashing down

Of course they go at night because this is Riverdale and this is Varchie

THREE SETS OF INITIALS YASS GAGA YASS

Oh dear I'm a lil drunk it's all downhill from here friends

Jughead is so naive bless

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FP MY SON MY KING YOU ARE STILL IN LOVE WITH HER I AM SO ALIVE I AM SCREAMING THIS IS THE SNAKEPARENT TRAGIC DRAMA I SIGNED UP FOR HELP CALL NINEONEONE I AM ON THE FLOOR

The awkward in-laws vibe grows bless

Small town justice good God

It's commercial break but oh god I'm so worried about fp if I was a writer planing to kill him of this is how I would slow burn lead up to it shit shit shit I’M NOT READY

I have had like four vodka cokes and I have to pee but I don't want to miss anything dammit how do People watch tv live

Betty has to strip doesn't she we all know it

Oh dear lodges. i am still waiting to figure out what game hermione is playing i’m so intrigued

Toni was made to be a bar tender. we know nothing about hr but she’s always ready to listen and give advice plus her hair and legs are fab.

ALICE GAWD

Goddammit Archie you were doing so well then you had to bring out the bitch slap passive aggression come on man i was rooting for you

But we all love this song tho so it's okay

There's a "Dead End" sign on the wall cuz I'm already saying my goodbyes to fp here he lies, my trash fave on this trash show he was a terrible dad and a great organized crime king and a pretty alright man and i loved him with all my heart may there be nudey pics of alice cooper wherever you are now buddy

Omg this is better than I could have hoped for it’s so bad it’s so uncomfortable holy shit betty is imagining this like a scene in a spy flick where this is #empowering but everyone else is just like “you are sixteen stop” or “look at you being an accessory to your bf- pathetic” she is the only one who sees this as a good choice jesus h christ

Toni still wants a bite of that Blondie tho

Yeah bets your mom is here why did you think this would go over well

This is very awkward for everyone right no one really enjoyed bettys dance

"GOING H GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT" HERE WE MOURN FP JONES MY FAVOURITE TRASH CHARACTER ON THIS TRASH SHOW I CAN'T I'M NOT READY FOR HIM TO DIE BUT HE'S ALREADY GONE SHIT THE AMBULENCE IS FOLLOWING THE SPEEDLIMIT HE’S DOA, NO HEARTBEAT NO BRAIN ACTIVITY, THE TOMBSTONE IS BEING CARVED AS WE SPEAK

Of course it's penny we knew that but i’m still RIVETED

HAIL TO THE KING THEY READ MY BLOG DON'T THEY THEY READ MY SHIT DRUNKEN LIVEBLOGGING AND KNEW I NEEDED MORE OVERT HENRIAD AU VIBES AND THEY THOUGHT “THIS CHICK MOVES FURNITURE FOR A LIVING, SHE COULD DO WITH A WIN” AND THEY BROUGHT THIS EPISODE TO ME JUST TO MAKE MY DRUNK ASS HAPPY

BETTY’S FACE DURING THIS CONFRONTATION/BREAKUP. i am pleased. i thought the previous bughead breakup didn’t have enough DRAMA but here we are, delivering the excitement. high quality drama right here.

"Until it sticks" *WHALE NOISES*

The quadrangle is here I am here for it and not all at once god i love this show god i am drunk someone bring me a coffee and some fix it fic so i’m PREPARED for things to get even WORSE next week

((pictured: a drunk blogger in her mega cute overalls, with her mega cute star trek cup full of vodka and coke that just turned into vodka halfway through the episode))

Episode Scorecard:

# of Sick Beat Drop Editing Sequences: none that i counted? we’re all still sluts for that gary jules tho right? right? i’m perpetually 14 and just realized angst feels good don’t look at me

Episode Hair MVP: jughead had some classic swoops this ep that i was enjoying in a ben whishaw “i don’t want my hair short, i want your hair on my head” kinda way

Episode Outfit MVP: i don’t even know i was too busy screaming at the Dylan Thomas forshadowing quote to even focus my drunk ass on people’s outfits- which is saying something for me i love outfits

Do I Still Miss Joaquin: fuckin always man. promise me that once fp dies for real joaquin will come back for the funeral because despite everything, fp was his surrogate dad and it will be awkward and angsty not just with kevin but with jughead too becuase i need them to have hal and hotspur vibes SO FUCKING BAD okay PROMISE ME CW PROMISE ME THIS

Episode Cast/Crew Shoutout: writers. that seems like a broad answer but holy shit the foreshadowing. this is some masterclass in tragedy stuff. i don’t knwo how the genreal public is going to react to this episode, but you guys have just read my reaction in real time to this ep as a literature geek/writer. and i think most people with my background in lit and writng will probably feel the same way in that “damn. what a beautiful sendoff for a beautiful character.” it’s not here yet, but we know it. and we’re feeling the hurt already. i’mma miss you, forsyth pendleton jones jr. I’mma miss you.

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #long post #riverdale season 2 #nell liveblogs #nell drinks #unsubtle highschool suburban gothic of my dreams #garbage warrior king #ginger Eris trapped in a gothic novel #sorry about the face #oh dear i'm legit drunk #finished that bottle of cheap flavored vodka from college tho so that's one last thing on the shelf

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otp-holic · 3 years ago

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The one place (where something happened) (A03)

“In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.” Alice Munro. (or the one where they receive a letter from a familiar name and we go into 4Ks of fluff around a lost afternoon in France)

4K. Lamely explicit at one point. Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Trigger for FLUFF as the main plot. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3)

This was supposed to be a manip with 200 words of bantering and it's now 4Ks of fluff with a few pictures. I've decided to leave them inside the cut because I feel they work better with its context there. I'm sorry for the hassle, but I really hope you give this a chance... unless you have cavities, only like fics with amazing plots or are allergic to shameless fluff.

Please do not repost the pictures, I know this is futile, but… I try :)

DAGUERROTYPE, France 1944 Private Collection.

Steve is cooling down from his very early run, enjoying the feeling of the pink sunrise looming over the awakening Brooklyn streets as he walks the last couple of blocks on the way home, when his phone beeps.

“Check your actual mailbox, we dropped something for you there. I think you should appreciate us making it old-fashioned just for you, grandpas!”

Steve smiles at Sam’s text and as soon as he arrives at their building he snaps a picture of the very common and flat envelope with “Barnes&Rogers” scribbled on top of a Stark Logo, to send along his response.

“Nice try, but this is inaccurate. A letter would have never made its way to us without an address or stamp. We’ll send you a proper thank you card to show you how it’s done.”

He can’t help but chuckle at his own joke rereading the text while he opens the door, and when he looks up from his phone and into the kitchen, he is received by a sleepy Bucky looking at the coffee machine like he looks at Steve during their most soft and embarrassingly cheesy moments.

“You love that thing more than you love me, confess it.”

“In the mornings? Yes. I don’t even like you in the mornings most of the time,” he answers matter of factly. “Want some?”

Steve playfully wiggles an eyebrow.

“No way. Your sweaty self is tempting, but coffee smells better. I might join you in the shower later.” Bucky offers him one of the two cups he has poured and he notices the envelope Steve is holding. “What is that?”

“We’ve got mail!” He hands it to Bucky. “I have no idea what's on it, but Sam texted me to say they had something delivered to our mailbox and there it was. Open it.”

Bucky leaves the cup on the counter, face sparked with a curiosity that makes him look twenty-one (and Steve weak on the knees), and goes for it.

The content is a bit underwhelming at first glance: Another envelope, white, no Stark logo, but topped with a bright green post-it with a note on Pepper’s script.

“This got to me via PR. We analyzed it and checked with the source (no peeking, I swear) and it seems legit. With that return address, it’s likely to arouse your interest. Love, P.”

Bucky tears off the post-it and the letter is revealed to be addressed to Steve Rogers at the Stark Tower, but it is when they turn it around when everything goes still for a second.

The return address is some street in Marseille, but what has Steve’s mouth dry and Bucky’s hand trembling just a bit is the combination of the place and the name written on top: Emmanuelle Jaques Dernier.

“Boom?”, Bucky says, trying to cut through their heavy hearts and taking Steve’s hand. It’s a terrible terrible joke, but Dernier would have loved it and he grins.

“That’s a terrible terrible joke,” Steve verbalizes, “but I think at least we’ve reached the same conclusion.”

“Elementary, my dear Steve,” Bucky answers as he opens the second envelope, only to reveal a folded letter and yet another envelope. “It’s a fucking vault of paper!”

Steve takes the letter from him, unfolds it, and quickly scans it (normal office paper, printed, hand-signed) before he starts reading it out loud to Bucky’s undivided attention.

“Dear Mr. Rogers,

My name is Emmanuelle Dernier and I am the great-grandson of Jaques Dernier of the Howling Commandos.

First, let me tell you that we all in our family grew up with amazing stories and praise for you, Sergeant Barnes, and the rest of the team. I never got to meet my great-grandfather or any of them (you), but I’ve always felt like I did.

In fact, that’s the ultimate reason behind this letter: I ached to honor him and I’ve been putting in order all his remaining letters, pictures, and memories so they don’t get lost forever, and there are many things I’m discovering through this journey. So many pictures and tiny details… and amongst them, you and the rest of the Commandos appear at the most random and memorable moments. Nothing that’s going to make it into history books, more like the stories my grandpa used to share with us over and over again, those important tidbits that make him more human.

Anyway, I was going through the pictures he kept when I came across some war photos that didn’t seem to match the 40s timeframe. Typical daguerreotypes from the 20s in a very bad state, probably taken with a camera from the era in 1944 and developed on a later date by somebody who clearly didn’t master the technique.

They were in a very bad state and hidden inside an envelope that said “Terribly drunk soldiers in France making idiots of ourselves in unique and creative ways. Fun evening, horrible hangover. About 20 miles west of the Maginot Line. Autumn ‘44”. I’m attaching a photocopy of that, I hope you can understand my decision to keep the original.

After restoring the daguerreotypes with some experts, all I got were five very bad pictures with silhouettes of people apparently having fun…. but there was one that got a lot better in the cleaning process that feels important somehow. I’m sending the original, as well as the restored version I got.

I, of course, don’t have the whole context, but I hope it brings back a good memory. My great-grandpa might be in the picture, but I don’t think this one belongs to my family or to a museum.

Thank you for your service, I really hope this letter finds its way to you.

E.Dernier.”

“I can’t believe… Steve, most days I’m convinced that day and that place are a figment of my imagination,” Bucky smiles, remembering. “When I think of a moment of pure joy during the war, I think about that afternoon in France, and it always feels unreal. A bubble of air and laughter while we were so surrounded by death.”

Steve nods, reminiscing about that warm and humid September morning when they arrived at yet another abandoned and destroyed little village, this one about twenty miles west of the Maginot Line. They had orders to lie low and wait for twenty-four hours before they started the maneuver to wipe another Hydra base off the map, and that little town was perfect for that.

Among bomb debris and fallen walls, they found one small building miraculously standing next to the remains of the church, so they decided to set camp under a roof for a change since the weather was being a little flickery with the rain, and they had the rare luxury of time.

The inside of the tiny house was as unusual as the outside: nothing was destroyed beyond being dusty and worn by time, and everything they found (furniture, kitchenware, and even fabrics) belonged more to Steve and Bucky’s early childhoods than to 1944, a living museum frozen in time.

Only it was not a museum, but the parish house left untouched and non-raided: old-fashioned clothes, outdated church books, yellowing clergy collars, and, of course, the wine cellar. Oh, that wine cellar… the havoc it unleashed.

“I remember the absolute excitement when Falsworth found all those bottles of old unscathed mass wine from the parish,” Steve brings his memory to words, looking at Bucky, “I’m still a little convinced that we are going to hell for drinking them.”

“Not for that, probably, but it was a wonder nobody died on the spot of wine poisoning, it tasted like sweet vinegar, ugh.”

“But it did his part, right? Took our minds off things; got us drunk, bold and silly.” Steve answers.

“Apparently not all of us,” Bucky says very seriously, looking at Steve.

“Technicalities… I got drunk by proxy. Seeing you all so happy made me giddy and tipsy, too.”

“I came and went… I remember being a little surprised at the clarity of my thoughts at some moments there when some of the guys were basically drooling on the floor. Now I understand, of course.”

Steve squeezes his hand, not much to be said there.

They were already way too drunk by the early afternoon, drinking to the sound of a sudden rainstorm pouring outside. All of them scattered across the small dusty living room and its adjoining kitchen while they went through all the bottles of wine they had been able to find. Cheering for the foregone priest every time somebody raised a glass, and laughing as if there were no ruins or war on the other side; just silly men (boys, really) laughing their hearts out.

“Earth to Steve… I don’t know about you, but I’m dying to see what the hell that envelope is hiding. Especially now that we know about its time stamp.”

“I’m sorry, me too! Gabe drunkenly handling that old camera and those glass plaques the way he did? I’m honestly impressed that he was able to take any pictures at all,” he muses. “Shit, is it weird that I’m nervous?”

“I’m gonna save us the bantering because I’m nervous, too,” Bucky answers in all sincerity. “Truth is, Steve, I remember everything about that day.”

It’s a new admission, a newly opened door for them because for some reason, they have never talked about that peaceful surreal afternoon, and Steve nods in recognition as he silently goes for the envelope one-handed, not wanting to let go of Bucky’s hand because his surface is way cooler than his wrenching insides. Maybe the picture is an overexposed french wall but maybe…

The photo he extracts from the envelope is clearly the original and damaged one Emmanuelle specified in his letter. Anybody else looking at it would see nothing beyond Dernier’s blurry profile, but since Steve and Bucky were there when this was taken, they know exactly what moment Steve is holding in his hand.

“Buck,…” is all Steve can say, struck by the blurry keepsake.

Later in the afternoon when they had already consumed most of the wine and there was not a single coherent thought left in the room, one of the guys took the parish books and besottedly announced that there was a wedding set for today… thirty years ago. Alcohol fueled a goofy idea that escalated at the speed of light, with Morita saying they were going to a wedding because they deserved a celebration, Dernier confessing that he had once considered becoming a priest, and Dum-dum bringing out all the old fashioned clothes from the wardrobe and deciding they were getting nice and clean for the festivities.

“That’s clearly Dernier in the picture killing it in his priest role, right?” Bucky says, half smiling and interrupting Steve’s thoughts. “You know, I went all-in with that fake wedding party. I was laughing to tears when I saw you put on that ridiculously long and ill-fitting jacket from the 10s, feeling weightless and silly for the first time since sailing off, and God knows we all deserved that. And it was all safe and light-hearted until fucking Morita decided you had to be the groom, and...”

“Were you jealous because I won the dashing groom competition?”

Steve’s attempt at a joke is weak, but there’s truth behind it: Morita chose Steve as the groom (“Cap, you are the most dashing and the least drunk”) to a chorus of excited voices cheering for him. Somebody else, most likely Dum-Dum, chose the rest of the roles (Sarge, best man duty; Jones, camera; Morita, keep the wine flowing; the rest of you, misbehave!) and in the blink of an eye, they were all going outside laughing under a light rain, and about to celebrate Steve’s fictional wedding to nobody.

“How could I be jealous?” Bucky cuts in. “Do you remember all you said to me that afternoon? During World War II and in front of a battalion of men?”

“I was drunk.”

“Fuck you!” Bucky disentangles his hand from Steve’s to use both of them to hold Steve’s face and kiss him with violence. “Tell me. Do you remember what you said?”

As if he could ever forget. He can recall every step he took from the house to the makeshift wedding spot amidst the trees where his best man (looking dapper even in that ludicrous jacket) was laughing along Dernier. He can still smell the petrichor, can still sense the blush coloring his cheeks while hoping nobody noticed and can still hear the beating of his heart when Bucky handed him a battered umbrella (“You don’t deserve to get rained on your wedding day, punk”) and a fucking ring made out his shoelaces (“You’ll have to buy something a little more permanent.”). And then…

“Dernier started the ceremony and he wanted to know if I had somebody in mind and I said ‘of course’.” He replays, his voice barely a whisper. “I said I’d had my eyes on a brown-haired Brooklynite since before I could remember. I said that I was pretty sure those blue eyes were set on mine too and that hopefully those eyes would be set enough to want to marry me even if I had never dared to ask.”

He’s been holding Bucky’s gaze the whole time, and he’s far from over yet, but he needs to fucking breathe before he goes on. Neither of them has moved a muscle for the past minute.

“Then he asked me to repeat the wedding vows after him and…”

“And you said Buck, right?”, Bucky interrupts, voice winded. “You fucking whispered I take you, Buck, as my lawful wedded husband till the end of the line. I heard, Steve. Even if the rest of the world didn’t, I did. But you never said anything, so I always deemed it impossible, a product of the corniest nook of my mind trying to outweigh all those bad things, because not even you could be as bold, reckless, and mushy as to do that,…it’s my fucking fault, I should have known better!”

“Not completely reckless, pal. I was scared shitless as I said those words, but what else could I do? You were right by my side about to put a ring on my finger as my “best man”, everyone, including you, supposedly drunk past recollection, and everybody else too far away to hear my whispers. It was such an easy choice in the end because truth should always win over fear. And those vows were. The truth.”

“You have always been too honest for your own good, Rogers,” Bucky is breathless and exasperated and goes for his mouth again, bringing in all he (they) couldn’t in 1944. “You destroyed me, Steve. My knees were as weak as a teenager’s in front of his first crush. I wanted to kiss you so badly when I heard you say all that there in the open… and I couldn’t even acknowledge it.”

“I know. And for what it's worth, I really thought you didn’t remember.”

It is too much. Is it normal to feel this much? Steve would blame it on the serum enhancements, but he was already overwhelmed at 16, so that’s clearly not the answer.

He craves, no, he needs touching, grounding, closer. Bucky. There’s too much space between them even if they are back to kissing like they would have that day in 44, and at any other time if their own lives wouldn’t have stolen those moments from them.

“It happened.” Bucky whimpers, biting on Steve’s lip who abandons his own stool to straddle him, both of them gasping in sync at the feeling of their cocks, hard against each other’s through their soft pants.

Bucky soon ups the stakes by carding his metal hand through Steve’s hair pulling his head backwards to help himself into that spot on his neck.

“Same two moles as when you were tiny, as when we were at that war... Your cute vampire bite. Favorite spot.” He licks on them with the tip of his tongue. Steve growls on cue and Bucky giggles. “Favorite chain reaction.”

“Buck, you cheater, you know what that does to me!” Steve cries out followed by Bucky’s evil chuckle.”Bed, couch, countertop,…I don’t care, but naked. Now. Stained pants due to heavy petting are too much of a trip down memory lane for me. Let me keep a bit of my dignity.”

Steve stands up liberating Bucky from his grip but aching at the loss of contact.

They are naked and making out in the middle of the kitchen in no time; Bucky steadily pushing him against the refrigerator while fiercely grinding against his crotch.

“Hey, ‘teve,” Bucky pants. “The way this is going, it’s my dignity now that's at risk. I don’t think I can make it further than the floor before I come.”

Steve groans into his mouth just at the thought and they start sliding to the floor the best they can until he’s a human blanket moving over Bucky. With no lube at hand, and no time, that’s their best option.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, his hands not leaving Bucky’s sweaty hair. Bucky’s hands on his ass, forcing their groins closer with one while he (almost absently) plays around his hole with the other, driving Steve crazy in the process. Dicks left to do their own thing through pressure and friction. Everything is working. And fast.

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky exclaims “Can you promise me all this stuff with the letter was real and not a long-con plan to assure your fragile masculinity that I love you more than I love that espresso machine?”

That. That silly unfunny excuse of a joke that screams Bucky all over is what pushes Steve all the way over the edge. He fucking laughs as he comes making absolutely embarrassing sounds, pressing their foreheads and noses together until it hurts, and shaking from head to toe without stoping his pressure on the stupid and smug man under him. His lover. His partner. His unofficial husband. His best friend.

His Buck.

“There’s still too much blood in your brain if you can play that dirty,” Steve states, placing one hand between them grabbing Bucky’s hard cock. “Let’s see if I can do anything about it.”

“Your hand, usually so helpful, but I was already following you after that sound you make when you come and laugh at the same time, shit, it always goes straight to my dick, I’m,…” he keeps talking with difficulty between breaths and moans until he leaves his speech unfinished coming all over Steve’s fist.

They kiss on the lips breathing into each other before Steve rolls over. They are sticky and panting in silence, spread on their kitchen’s floor, Steve’s shoulders crushed between Bucky’s and the dishwasher. Domestic bliss at its most literal.

One lavish fuck and two showers later they reemerge into the kitchen in search of something to eat: Bucky is in charge of the food today, while Steve cleans the mess they left a couple of hours ago.

He’s decluttering the counter when their damaged picture laying there puts a smile on his face but also reminds him of the restored version presumably still waiting inside the disregarded letter, so he grabs the envelope to retrieve its contents: one photocopy (from Dernier’s original writing), and the promised photo.

And it is restored. Everything is clear where it was blurry before: Dernier (so deep into his priest impersonation that he’s not even looking at them), the trees, the battered umbrella, the ridiculous jackets… and them.

“You had the nerve to call me reckless and mushy, Buck?” Steve laughs as he stares at the picture where a very young Bucky is about to put a ring on his finger with the least subtle lovestruck expression he’s ever seen (“and it’s for you”, his brain proudly reminds him) “Wow, you might as well be kissing me there, anything would be more subtle than this!”

“Don’t shame me, you punk, especially not when you were the one responsible for breaking my brain back then!” Bucky answers coming from behind and stealing the picture from his hands to scrutinize it. Goofy grin and raging blush quickly taking over his face. “But you’re one to talk, Cap. You are gazing at that shoelace’s ring as if I were handing you a diamond tiara!”

Steve laughs softly at that and moves his right hand to his pocket, feeling the weight of the little compass he had retrieved earlier from one of his drawers. He used to carry it with him everywhere for comfort, but he has a better option now.

“Didn't you know that shoelaces are forever?” He asks, taking the compass out of his pocket and holding it in both hands as he opens it, nudging Bucky with his elbow to get his attention.

Bucky is confused for an instant while he looks at his young face staring at them from inside the little box. Of course he knew that (he made fun of Steve for days and days) but Steve detects the change in his expression when he notices the other thing.

“Wow, you gigantic sap,” Bucky says, taking the compass out of his hands to double-check he is seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. “You saved my shoelace.”

He had. While they were all celebrating his wedding under the rain dancing to no music, he quietly slipped the little string off his finger and tied it to the most secure place he had back then.

“It’s not a shoelace, you jerk, it’s a symbol. A declaration.” He laughs, stealing the compass back to safely pocket it again.

“You are delusional,” Bucky snorts, kissing the top of his head. But he’s widely smiling and lost in thought as he goes back to their sandwiches.

Steve stays on the spot enjoying the peace in their silent companionship, his focus on the latest news showing up on his phone, the text he’s writing to Sam and the comforting sounds of Bucky moving around the kitchen.

“You might have married me, but I never actually married you.” Bucky blurts out of the blue a bit later, sitting by his side as he hands him a plate with a sandwich and some grilled greens on it. “Do you want mayo with that?”

“Uh?” Steve forgets all about the news and the text and looks at Bucky in confusion.

“Mayo, do you want some?” Bucky repeats nonchalantly.

“No mayo, thank you; but I was actually more interested in the other part, you know, that thing about marriage?”

Bucky looks him in the eye: earnest, blushing and with the same look of smug adoration he had on the picture.

“Oh, that part.” He jokes. “You apparently married me in 1944, but I never married you back. And I would like to.”

“Marry me?” Steve asks and Bucky visibly nods.

“I’m sorry for throwing the idea at you like this, books tell me I'm supposed to have candles, music, and a ring, but you showed me that restored picture and I couldn't stop thinking about it, about proof,” Bucky speaks uncharacteristically slow and very softly, voice trembling here and there while he claps his hand with Steve’s finger by finger for reassurance and as a distraction. “A single photo had the power to transform a moment that existed just as a made-up happy place inside my mind into something tangible and real. Something that would be tangible and real for anybody getting a hold on it and looking at our stupid faces.”

“So stealthy,” Steve says, and they both laugh together.

“Proof, Steve. I was slicing tomatoes and thinking how there’s so much evidence, thousands of files! out there proving that all the stuff that fuels my nightmares were real, but nothing solid about this. Us.” Bucky stops for a moment collecting his thoughts, still smiling even with the heavy subject he just dropped into the mix. “Sorry, I believe I put more time into these sandwiches than into thinking this all the way through so I’m…”

“Take your time, we’ve gone from mayo to marriage to nightmares in five minutes so don’t worry, you have me hooked here.”

Steve makes Bucky laugh again as he intended, and he feels their calloused laced fingers immediately squeezing closer.

“It’s stupid because it doesn’t change anything for us but,.. I don’t fucking know, Steve, I think that picture has messed up with my mind! I instantly found comfort in the idea of people finding facts beyond the nightmares now or in the future. An easy to understand, universal and oversimplified proof of how much I loved you and how much I was loved in return.” Bucky takes a breath and stares at him sporting a million-watt smile. “Marrying you,… I would really love that. And for real this time.”

“Ok, Buck.” Steve instantly replies, eagerness winning over thoughtful and heartfelt declarations. He tightens the grip on their joined hands to drive them to his lips and seals the easiest answer he’s ever had to give.

And it's done!Sorry for the cavities, for going on with the fic when it should have ended and for ending it where it might have had to keep going. It was painful and fun. I'm free!

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨lie down darling Its time for a dream✨

Faking it (dad squad)

So basically this is what happens if the dad squad found out reader faked an orgasm before

This is of course 18+ and the reader is female

Daichi suwamura

Okay so daichi honestly was never worried about y'all sex life

Like you moan his name everytime why is he worried

It's when you and the rest of the karasuno group get drunk and play truth of dare

When it's your turn.. you're drunk off six shots of tequila and tanaka asks you to reveal your deepest secret

"okay okay! Sooo during me and daichi's fourth anniversary, we fucked and I may have totally faked it"

Wait what.

WHAT?!

Everyone else is laughing but daichi is over here having a mental breakdown

You did what?!

How many more have you faked?! Were they all fake?! Did he ever really make you cum?

It did not take long for daichi to drag you away to the nearest bathroom

You gasp when daichi pinned you against the wall his mouth attacking your neck while his hands roamed your body now gripping your hips as he ripped your panties off.

"faked an orgasm?! Damn it how many did you fake? Doesn't matter don't tell me. I'm going to fuck you against this wall and you are going to cum over and over til I know for sure you like having sex with me"

He fucked you until you couldn't think anymore, he also made sure EVERYONE heard it.

Tooru oikawa

You were having girl talk with the other managers and the topic of sex came up

They all assume he's some sex god which makes you laugh

Oikawa is honestly such a dork during sex that you couldn't help but spills beans

"honestly he was so nervous during our first time, It was so cute..though he didn't really make me.. y'know"

Oh BOY

News travelled fast and before you know it at 4am you had a pissed oikawa at your door

The loud harsh banging interrupted your sleep and you went to the door only to see oikawa standing there, your sleepy eyes trailed his body up and down and you noticed he was gripping his phone so tight his knuckles turned white, you didn't even get to speak when the male stormed inside and let's out a frustrated sigh.

"why are rumors about me being bad in bed spreading around?!"

"I dunno...maybe you have a hater, babe it's like 4am..why are you here?"

Oikawa snapped his head towards you before walking towards you anger fuming towards you before he gripped your arm tightly.

"everyone is saying you started the rumor, so tell me little cutie what the fuck have you been saying?"

Your eyes got wide as the conversation with the girls resurfaced in your head and you softly reached out to put your hands on his cheeks which made him relax but he was still clearly annoyed.

"sorry, tooru it was just one little story. Girl talk y'know and it's fine lots of people can't make their partner cum their first time you just ha-"

You were cut off by the male roughly pulling you towards your room, everytime you tried to speak oikawa would glare at you before demanding that you shut up. Once in your room he pushed you on the bed his ego clearing having dropped now that you admitted the truth.

"I am good at sex! I am Great! I just have to prove to you that you are with the best man ever"

As he spoke he started to strip before his cold glare landed on you before he crawled ontop and wrapped a hand around your throat.

"you are going to be begging me to stop making you cum once I'm done with you"

He made you tell everyone that you cummed extra hard that night, even if it was super embarrassing to say.

Tetsuro kuroo

You two were arguing

It started with him being jealous of a person at work flirting with you and it just blew up

Screams and swears shooting back at the other

Low blows were dealt

You both don't even remember what the fight was about

Then..you said it

"God you are so cocky! It's shit like that, that make me fake orgasms during sex"

He shut up after that one for sure

All he can think about was how many did you fake and how he failed as your lover

Why didn't you tell him you weren't feeling good during sex?

Kuroo remained quiet as he let his brain think, after saying it you quickly walked over and hugged him hoping he wasn't angry at you

"baby! I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was just upset and you were just upset you forgive me yeah?"

"how many times?"

"that doe-"

"how many damn times?!"

You flinched when he forced you to look at him showing pain in his eyes and you couldn't help but be honest with him.

"only a few, during those times where I was just really sleepy that's it"

Kuroo let's out a shaky sigh before he peppered soft kisses along your neck. He was pretty hurt at the moment but he did want to make it up to you, plus make up sex was always good

"come, let's talk this out yeah?"

His tone was soft as he guided you to the bedroom thought talking wasn't the plan he had, he wanted to make you see stars and make sure he could actually make you cum.

Koutaro bokuto

Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to pump up bokuto's ego every time you guys have sex

All your praise makes him think he's the best in the world

But when it came time for a girls night at you and bokuto's place stuff starts to spill

You told bokuto to spend the night at akaashi or something but you didnt think he would come home

"sooo [y/n]! How is bokuto in bed?! We gotta know"

The question made you embarrassed while bokuto stood outside you guys' bedroom listening in

Yes dear wife tell them how my sex is the best in the world

"koutaro, tries his best. Sometimes he gets a little too excited and cums early so he gets too tired to finish and we end up cuddling before I can climax so I just fake it"

WHAT?!

Bokuto automatically swings the door open scaring both you and the girls

He is legit tearing up and about to sob

After, very quickly telling the girls to leave he cries into your stomach while you pet his head

"why didn't you tell me?! I would have made it all better"

"oh..kou..it's no big deal"

Your soothing which would usually work just wasn't working right now, bokuto sniffled as he looked up at you with tearful eyes, you were his baby owl and he couldnt even make you feel good?!

He couldn't believe that! No he won't accept that! Before you can respond bokuto pushed you down on the bed before starting to pull your pants and underwear off your body

"kou! W-what the hell?!"

"just let me do this please! I need to know that I can do this, I just want you to be happy with me..so..let me worship you"

You were shocked but shuddered at the feeling of soft kisses against your inner thigh, with one final sniffle bokuto was now focused on something else.

He proceeded to eat you out that night until you cummed so much that you was sobbing but by the end of it he was so happy to know that he can make you cum and of course he was more mindful about your needs.

Wakatoshi ushijima

Oh jeez

Okay so he makes it very clear that bedroom talk is off limits

What you two do in bed is your business hell you guys don't really talk about sex and spend more time just doing it

You are very tight lipped about your sex life but tendou Is a very stubborn guy

He is constantly asking you what's it like..mostly cause he wants to tease wakatoshi

After finally bothering you to the point where you wanna hit him you confess

"toshi is great okay?! I mean sure he has his moments of not really getting me there but it's good so stop asking!"

OHOHOHO HE HAS TO KNOW MORE

after explaining that wakatoshi tends to be boringly vanilla you expect him to let it go

No bitch this is tendou 'i give no fucks' satori

Proceeds to tease wakatoshi about it every chance he gets

"wow who knew you could be boring in all departments"

"sooooo, you really like it vanilla huh?"

Of course oblivious wakatoshi doesn't pay him any mind until a drunk tendou spills the beans

"guess who told me that you're boring in bedddd~ pfft she said you are so slow that it is like fucking a box"

You of course didn't say that but you were shocked to see wakatoshi at your door the next day

"did you tell tendou about our sex life?"

Well fuck.

you honestly should have expected this. You let out a shaky sigh as you merely avoided eye contact you felt pretty embarrassed and ashamed

"yeah, sorry toshi he kept bugging me about it"

"you telling him is not why I'm upset"

You were honestly shocked and looked up only to see wakatoshi's face close to yours, his eyes were intense and honestly gave you chills.

"did you say I was boring during sex? Is this true?"

"um..yeah but it's okay I mean it's still good it's just very..typical I mean we do the same stuff all the time and you just tend to be, slow"

Wakatoshi was a little shocked by your words but he calmly sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of what exactly he needed to do.

"then my future wife, allow me to spend the night making you feel good instead of myself, you can tell me exactly what I need to do in order to bring you to climax again and again."

And you did exactly that, he was quite obedient and even did things he never done before just so he can make you feel good.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #wakatoshi ushijima #tetsuro kuroo #daichi suwamura #bokuto koutaro #oikawa tooru

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gaytedlasso · 3 years ago

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[STORY INCOMMING] So my friends are kind of a weird bunch, right? More importantly, they are awake usually when I'm on the overnight shift (I'm legit supposed to be asleep right now but my toilet decided to do a bunk SO HERE WE ARE *cough*) and one of the people is also a hotel worker with a somewhat overlapping shift due to time differences. So I had my laptop out to do some school work and my friends in discord on a niiiiice Friday night. When a customer came to the desk, I accidentally jerked the headphones out of their jack. So this customer is complaining about how rought the toilet paper is, and the other hotel worked piped up from my laptop "BRING YOUR OWN! BETTER YET, GROCERY STORE IS STILL OPEN!". I had to scuttle to close my laptop on him. Oh man did that lady lay into me. Weirdly enough, she was pretty drunk, so the next day there was no complaint about it. (It was like 3 am too lol)

Oh dear lord. Graveyard shifts bring out the crazies for sure.

#yarn anon 🧶#ask elliot

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borathae · 3 years ago

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Sibi 💖 it's scream time again for me 🎊

i was practically vibrating with excitement when i saw the notif!!! i honestly wasn't sure if i should just read it or not bcs i didn't want this ride to end :(

AND THIS CHAPTER OH MY LORD I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO DROP THAT ON US BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING THO BCS

and also, ITS REALLY CALLED "I LOVE YOU" NO END ME ALREADY 😭💕

as much as i was mad at kook last chapter, this one just made me uwu cry. i just wanted to give him a hug poor bby totally deserves that happy ending <3

“I know that our relationship status will be changed once I leave tonight. I’m not stupid.”

this chapter was a sob festa right from the start tho bcs look at that dialogue like cmon pls don't do this :( but also, i loved it

“Taehyung?” you call out again, “Taehyung, I’m home!”

Nobody answers you. Like always the house stays silent.

pls this was really sad and i could relate to this so much in a way.

that little moment with hobi was so cute. it was really endearing to see his perspective on her and it really made me smile 💜

“Father is drunk and angry”, he whispers, voice quivering in fear.

the way my heart froze here

Taehyung was by the sink, sobbing and panting as he was trying his hardest to reach his back. His shirt was thrown to the ground, covered in bloodstains.

and then i started sobbing here, literally.

this part really hurt, like really. to see him become so weak, scared and vulnerable as he cried and yet, tried to decline her help was heartbreaking. it showed how he was raised to act like a "man" all the time which are such toxic standards. you portrayed that really nicely and i admire you 🥺

but for his dad to hit him and leave marks- such a horrifying thought and im just SO FUCKING MAD AT HIS DAD LIKE BITCH FUCK OFF 😡🤬

tae deserves all the comfort, safety, love and affection and im so so glad and happy that he had the oc there for him in that moment.

they cleared their misunderstandings and sorted their differences. ofc it was a vulnerable moment too, a hard discussion but it had to be done. you wrote it so beautifully. it was SO VISIBLE that both their hearts were hurting but they decided to move past it and accept and i think it was really beautiful ❤

"___ I think I'm starting to fall in love with you", he confesses before quiet sobs steal his words again.

yeah i sobbed too.

but yeah, they came out with their feelings fucking finally and it was endearing

not @ me getting flashbacks from chapter 7 at the "Come Closer." lmao

okay also, can i mention how i almost felt like i was thirdwheeling while they fucked made love? 😳🤪

AND TAE HONEY.....FIVE TIMES??? GOOD LORD UGHHH *groans in horny* seriously tho oc getting the action like yay you go gurl

AND IM SORRY BUT I HAD TO QUOTE THIS

"I know it’s kinda the Leaning Tower of Pisa, uhm yeah", he mumbles, scratching his neck.

i just- 😃🔫

okay i could honestly feel the love radiating off them this chapter and it was so cute uwu

watching these two adorable idiots fight and grow closer through the past two months and then finally this? it was one hell of a ride but like the best kind. and i can't believe its ending now like....my wednesdays won't be the same now and just-

im just so grateful to you for this story. you really made my wednesdays so special and gave me something to look forward to and be happy for

and btw, im eternally thankful to you 💜

literally, you shared this amazing world of yours with us and im just so glad you did. sending you so many hugs and kisses sibi

like always, pls take care of yourself and remember to love yourself! 💕 i love you lots and i love, respect and admire your work a lot too (ps. i read "shutter sounds" recently and i loved it) and will forever follow you here (i hope that doesn't sound creepy skdjajakkdks) also, im very sorry for screaming here in your ask box but you know i have to 🥺💕

here have a tae to make your day even better-

fajifajdfjfajsdfja okay first of all omfgggg Taee :(( he is so adorable I wanna kiss :(((

And second of all DO YOU HEAR ME YELLING IN LOVE NOISES FOR YOU???? because I am 🥺😭💕

The memes you used? 10/10

The lines you quoted? omfg thank you 10/10 for being awesome

The words you wrote? 100000000/10 I fcukicng love you!!!

You? 4935902435094385328/10 holy shIT 💜

like that part

i honestly wasn't sure if i should just read it or not bcs i didn't want this ride to end :(

IS LITERALLY ME WHENEVER I REACH THE LAST CHAPTER OF A STORY HAHAHHAHAH like I am such a procrastinator in endings because I do not want to let it go quite yet :(

it showed how he was raised to act like a "man" all the time which are such toxic standards. you portrayed that really nicely and i admire you

This is legit such a compliment omfg :( I honestly worked so hard on that scene in the bathroom because I didn't want to portray the hardships men often have to go through in our society standards. So I am really glad that I was able to convey those feelings 💕

Please my dear, I love you so much and appreciate you with my entire heart! I really, really do! 💜💕

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'Heeey neighbor! I'm rlly sorry to bother u and I dont rlly know how but my roombas in ur apartment, and it's been giving the distressed signal, and it's kinda the only constant thing in my life so if I could just go save it that would be awesome ' -deku to his hot neighbor shouto XD I kinda pictured this one as deku is in a new place to breach out and the roomba was a gift from his mom, and hes v much become attached and treats it like a pet lol

I can picture this so easily! Chef's kiss! I will deliver you this awkward interaction between two jelly beans.

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Izuku moved his weight from one foot to the other, shuffling his feet across the floor. He pulled on the bottom of his t-shirt and bundled the fabric up and wrapped it around his hands a couple of times before letting it unravel, only to repeat.

He took a deep, long breath of air to calm down his heart as it raced away from him inside his chest. As if his heart was running a marathon that Izuku wasn't aware of.

It's just a neighbor, he told himself when there was shuffling from behind the door. A lock chain was undone and then there was a loud click. The handle rattled and Izuku’s heart caught in his throat as he prepared himself for the worst possible reaction to being bothered by someone this late at night.

It wasn't really his fault, though, he reminded himself. Izuku hadn't planned to work late, or to be the closing shift for that matter. So how was he supposed to know that it was going to be well past dark when he finally got home? Plus that stupid traffic incident that had kept them at a standstill for almost two hours! He just wanted to go to sleep, dammit!

He expected to get yelled at. For whoever was on the other side of the door to yank it open with such force that Izuku was going to stumble backwards. Dear God, please don't have a wind quirk! He did not have the funds to pay for the hospital bill that could come with falling over the second story railing.

Whatever he was expecting, this was not it.

"Yes?" none other than Todoroki Shouto said, a red eyebrow cocked up under overgrown bangs.

The door was obscuring a lot, but the pro hero was leaning against the door with his long hair hanging loose around his shoulders. It glued to his skin as long droplets of water trailed down his bare chest. Izuku couldn't see his lower half, but he did see the hint of a fluffy towel stick out from behind the door.

Izuku froze on the spot, mouth opening and closing in complete shock. For multiple, very legit reason, mind you.

First of all, his neighbor—whom he had yet to meet thanks to having just finished moving in—was none other than the rising young hotshot Todoroki Shouto, son of the fabled number one hero Endeavor and formerly one of U.A's top students. Someone Izuku had admired since he'd seen him fight and win against Kacchan in the Sport's Festival.

Second, there was no secret that Izuku may or may not have had a sort of, maybe, total crush on the young hero who had also been part of his bisexual awakening.

Third! And this one was the most important of them all. It looked like Todoroki had just gotten out of the shower and Izuku wasn't sure if he wanted to run, scream or faint.

Todoroki Shouto sighed, shoulders rising and falling. He looked over his shoulder at what was probably a clock before he turned back to Izuku. "I'm tired. What is it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm—you're and—that's because... Hi, you're not wearing clothes!" Izuku blurted out after a massive blunder of words that left him steaming with what was definitely a blush brighter than the pro hero's hair.

"I know," Todoroki replied simply, not seeming all that bothered by the fact. "I just got out of the shower. Did you want something?"

"Right, yes, I did want something... Uhm, it's in you and I need to distress so..." Izuku was sure he sounded drunk with the lack of coordination between his brain and mind. Then he slapped both of his cheeks loudly till they stung and practically screamed, "I think my roombas in your room and I don't know how it got there! But it's distressed and I really need to get to it so could I maybe come inside and get it—I am so sorry to bother you this late?!"

He squeezed his eyes tightly and raised his shoulders to his ears as he prepared to get yelled at. But when nothing happened he dared to open one eye and look up at the pro hero.

The mismatched eyebrows were raised above his eyes and despite how tired he seemed, he was surprisingly patient. When their eyes met, Todoroki pointed behind himself and asked, "You mean round thing with the All Might cover?"

Izuku had never blushed so hard in his life as he did that moment as he nodded in confirmation.

"It's in my living room," Shouto said, pushing the door open and walking away into the house. When Izuku didn't follow him, he turned around and waved him inside.

He couldn't believe it was happening, but had Todoroki Shouto just invited him into his house while dressed in nothing but a towel? Was he dead? He must be dead.

Izuku stumbled over his feet as he got inside and awkwardly shut the door. He took his shoes off and followed Shouto into the living room. On the coffee table stood his roomba, naked and bare with white scratches across the top.

Izuku let out a loud shriek. He bolted over to it and took it in his arms. "What happened to you?! Where is your cover? Are those scratches? Oh, who did this to you, you poor thing?"

"My cat attacked it on your balcony."

Izuku was brought back to reality when he turned to look at the now smirking hero who was looking him over, very aware that he was hugging a robot to his chest like one did an injured child.

"Uhm... I mean, I was just..." Izuku started, not letting go of the roomba.

"I left the cover with my sister. She promised to fix it. I was going to give it back," Todoroki Shouto said, not sounding in the least abolished or disturbed by Izuku's odd affection for his roomba. "I can write you a check for the damage made to it."

He walked to the kitchen and came back with a small checkbook and a pen. He was writing something out on the paper as he said, "Who should I make it out for?"

"Midoriya Izuku, and you can pay for dinner instead," Izuku said without realizing he was saying it aloud.

At the look Todoroki Shouto gave him, Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth and was about ready to cry. But then Todoroki closed the book with a gentle smack and nodded.

"Are you free this Saturday?" he asked and Izuku found himself nodding like an idiot, unable to form words. "You live next door, right? I'll pick you up at seven?"

When Izuku got back to his own apartment, he had his roomba in his arms and a phone number to one of Japan's most desired Bachelors in his pocket as well as a date on Saturday.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #roomba #adorkable idiots #my writing

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