#stan’s cheeks look a little fat but that’s okay

[heehhoo]

oh Yay!

[oniikabuto]

one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

[moonhoures]

[ 6:47 — i. changkyun ]

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader

a/n: this is dedicated to my beautiful, wonderful, lovely ✨ anon & 💐 anon & all my fellow kyun stans. ily!!! 😚🫂💓

“Kyun.”

“Hm?”

“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”

Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.

You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”

He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“Only a couple times.”

“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.

“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”

“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.

“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.

“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.

“How about now?”

His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.

“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.

“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.

“I can reheat it when we’re done.”

Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.

“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.

In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.

Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”

He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.

“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”

He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”

His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.

“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”

“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.

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[pr33tylul]

Request: y/n starts to feel self conscious around Harry and other people.

This request was suggested by @Fr3nch1e

House: gryffindor

Year: 6th year

(Ps No voldy moldy cheese so bambi and lily are alive in this but won't talk or come up 🤭)

(Another thing... STAN JAMES POTTER)

I'll shut up now.

Y/n stood there in her gryffindor dorm room that she had shared with her best friend Hermione granger. She couldn't help but to compare herself to her. She looked in the mirror looking at the reflection, she let a few tears fall. Just standing there in her undergarments sucking in her stomach. She looked away disgusted at her reflection . She put on her robes and looked in the mirror again. "Why couldn't I be pretty like Hermione?" She thought to herself. Hermione was perfect in every way. Why couldn't she have the body like most girls around hogwarts?

She had walked out of the portrait door as the bell to the first class had rang. She'd missed breakfast.

*

"Y/n where we're you? You weren't at breakfast Harry was looking everywhere for you?" Hermione whispered to her friend as they had worked on brewing a potion.

Y/n didn't look up at all as she could feel the chosen ones eyes dig into the back of her skull. "Overslept, sorry" she let out a nervous laugh.

Y/n knew Harry had notice a change in her behaviour, she knew Hermione did to. It wasn't like y/n to 'oversleep.'

"Is everything okay with you? You've been acting a bit different?" Y/n was quick to answer "different? Different how?" She let out another nervous smile. "Y/n I'm your bestfriend if you need to speak to someone you know I'm always here right?" "I know Hermione and everything is fine" she lied.

_

Y/n had sat at the gryffindor table uncomfortable. Ron was stuffing his face like normal, Hermione having her nose stuffed in a book and then Harry just holding her while eating. Y/n looked down at her plate as she started to put on some fruit and some bread. It didn't take her long.

"Is that all you're eating baby?" Harry looked down at her. "Yeah not hungry really. Guess that's what you get for oversleeping"

"So you're not gonna have a slice of butterscotch tart? Your favourite?" Ron had piped up into the conversation. Y/n shook her head as Ron raised his eyebrows. "Weird." He put a spoonful of jelly in his mouth. "Y/n you've been oversleeping all week. What do you do at night?"

She didn't answer Hermione's question. Y/n had carefully moved Harry's hand from around her waist and stood up. "I'll see you after class" she pecked Harry's lips then walked off.

"God Hermione what have you done to the poor girl. Class don't start for another 20 minutes." Ron had laughed while Hermione had rolled her eyes. Harry on the other hand had gotten up and followed her.

Y/n had walked into the common room. Y/n made her way to her dorm to the very same mirror she was looking in this morning.

She lifted up her top to see if she'd looked any bigger. Thoughts ran through her head. Did Harry think she looked overweight? "What was he thinking when he was holding me" she thought. Again tears sliped down her cheeks.

"Y/n?"

She turned to see her lover.

"Harry, shouldn't you Be at lunch?" She wiped the tears and tucked in her shirt. "What's going on? Why are you crying." He moved foward to hold her but she stepped back. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" His voice raised a little.

"Do I look overweight to you?" The question had slipped out. Harry's face had dropped when she said it. "No why would you think that?"

That was it. The tears just kept coming and coming.

"Out of all girls you picked me? Why? There's nothing pretty about me? You could of had Ginny she's perfect for you. Perfect body. She's bloody gorgeous unlike me." She took a breath "I hate myslef Harry. Look at me I'm a disaster!" She shouted. "I'm so fucking ugly, so fat and just disgusting" she cried.

"Y/n you have no idea how wrong you are. Love your perfect. In every way shape or form. Your not fat or ugly. Your beautiful. That cute little laugh you have, that smile" he walked closer to her. Wrapping her arms around her. "No one's perfect" she looked away from him. "But your perfect to me" He forced her to look at him. "I fell in love with you because of how nice and caring you are. How beautiful you are. I love every little thing about you and that includes your body."

Y/n had let out a little smile as Harry wiped her tears away.

"I love you, so much" y/n said pulling him into a kiss. "I love you too, always."

[weirdoldstans]

I saw that one ask idea and ran with this. Short and sweet and if anyone wants to continue it, they can! 😊

He's being a very naughty baby, he knows but Stan can't help it. Daddy said he was headed out on a trip that's going to take years, read: a day, and he doesn't want him to go.

Sure he's got Papa, but this is Daddy he's talking about. He loves both equally, but Daddy is his twin, they're connected on a deeper level, their lives and minds melded in such a way that-that…uh…well.

Okay, Stan sucks at symbolism and that kinda crap. He likes daddy just a bit more because he can get away with mischief easier. Papa keeps a better eye on him, and he can't get away with his naughtiness as easily.

So either way, he's sitting there innocently playing with his blocks while Daddy runs about the house looking for the car keys.

“Fiddleford, are you sure you haven't seen them? I really need to make this meeting with the grant board.”

“I know Stanford, but don't fret, I'm sure you'll find ‘em soon enough.”

Stan smiled to himself. The car keys to the Stanley Mobile are currently sitting in his diaper. The keys were quite cold at first, but they've warmed up by now and are pressed right against his balls.

A little weird but it's not like he's got pockets.

Ford has thrown his hands up in the air in frustration. Fiddleford shook his head. “Calm down, let me change Stanley then I'll help you look for them.”

Stan felt his eyes grow wide. Oh fuck, oh no. Fiddleford came up behind him and lifted him easily, despite his weight and wiggling. Curse him for growing up on a hog farm.

“Now I've got a wiggle wart on my hands!” Papa said, kissing at Stan's neck to try and calm him down. “What's wrong pretty baby? I bet your wet diaper feels icky, doesn't it?”

Well, yes but seriously Papa, he'd rather deal with a rash than daddy find out-!

“Well, well Stanford, come and take a look at this!” Stan hid his face in his hands as papa held his legs in the air.

“Yes? Oh, Stanley!” There was a quick six fingered spank to his backside that got him to yelp. He finally peeked through his fingers and neither Papa or Daddy looked happy.

“Stanley, baby boy, you knew daddy has to leave soon and you hid the keys!” Papa scolded him. He sighed. “Well, Stanford it's up to you. What punishment do you think he gets for this?”

Ford shook an admonishing finger at Stan. “I think this baby needs a good over the knee paddling, but I don't have the time right now. I need to leave.” He stroked his chin in thought. “So, for now, I'll just let him stew in it until I get back, then we'll spank him.”

What?! No! Stan whined behind his pacifier, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he whimpered. He hated being made to wait for punishments! It was so much worse than the actual punishment.

“Oh hush, none of that little one.” Ford bent and kissed his tears away. “You know you've earned this. I'll be back soon enough.”

With that, and a kiss to Papa, Ford left. Papa finished up the diaper change and brought him into the nursery for a nap. Papa stayed with him as he fell asleep, lightly patting his diapered bottom in soothing pats.

He was really going to love/hate tomorrow, wasn't he?

fddfhdflja STANLEY PINES

lov that he's so baby brained that he's like, this is definitely the right solution to my problem, even if it's naughty

and! fidds and ford giving him suuuch babying, ough good stuff

thank you!!

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 3  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,855 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 4 =>

The next morning Kyle and Stan stood at the bus stop, talking about who knows what. You weren't paying attention. You showed up with the widest grin on your face. “Sup guys”

Kyle and Stan looked up at you “Nothing, Kyle's just mad that I didn’t do my homework.” Stan rolled his eyes while Kyle looks straight up pissed at his bestie. Kyle practically growled foaming at the mouth a little. “It’s not because you didn’t do your homework, it’s because I didn’t finish mine!” They continued to argue over whose fault it was when Cartman and Kenny showed up. Cartman scoffed “calm down you fucken jew”

“Shut the fuck up you fucking fat ass!” Kyle was already in a mood he didn't need this on top of it. Stan just stared at the redhead and sighed “Kyle you do know that the more you react, the more he’s just going to do it right?” Kyle crossed his arms and muttered to himself “Yeah well he’s still a fat ass.” Stan just rolls his eyes wanting to change the subject. When he was met with silence he huffed. Does he have to do everything around here? He looked over to you. “So (Y/N) did you pick a song for the talent show?”

Perking up you go digging through your bag and pull out the CD carefully placed in a case that read ‘(Y/N)’s song’ in big bold black sharpie. You held it up waving it around so everyone got a good look at it. “I sure did and it’s the best song in the world! I just have to make sure no one else sings it.” You peer at Cartman who was practically drooling as the bus pulled up. Now he just needs to take the bait and you're golden. Stan got on the bus first ditching you guys to sit next to Wendy. You sat by Kyle and Kenny sat by Cartman who sat in the aisle seat just like you.

Kyle noticed you were still staring at the CD “(Y/N) you should probably put that away before you loose it.”

“There’s no way I’ll loose it but yeah I probably should.” Continuing to look at Kyle you slip the CD into your bag in a way that it slips out and ends up on the floor instead. Kyle looks at you concerned while you were still staring at him. “You’re acting strange. Are you okay?”

You just giggle “No I’m not! I mean I'm fine. Just excited for school is all.” You curse yourself, at this point you might blow your cover.

 Cartman was still staring at you when you tried to put the CD away, watching as it slipped out and on the floor right in front of his feet. What luck! Catman glanced over at Kenny before he swiftly picked it up making sure the blond was still preoccupied with the window. You were still talking to Kyle so this was the perfect opportunity to steal it for himself. Whistling like nothing happened he shove the golden ticket into his bag, thinking to himself "This will be the end of (Y/N). Oh how glorious it will be to watch her fall, now what to do with a slave."

 The rest of the morning was uneventful, almost eerily so. You were at your locker, switching out your books for the next class and when you closed your locker you were met with a smug look and an emotionless face “Hey (shorter version of your name because that’s how Clyde rolls) sup.”

“Holy Shit!” He was too close. You jumped back and dropped all the books “What do you want Clyde?” You sighed and bent down to pick them up. That was when your hand met another’s and your eyes met a pair of lovely deep blue ones. A light pink tint crept it’s way to Craig’s cheeks while yours were flushed red. You retracted your hand as he gave you the last book. Out of the guys you were told to avoid, Craig was at the top of the list although you didn’t know why. It was something that Stan tried to enforce but then realized he couldn’t force you to ignore his presence. Not that Craig has much presence. He’s pretty quiet and keeps to himself for the most part but something about the lone wolf energy makes him cute in your eyes.

Clyde cleared his throat to regain your attention. “It’s about Cartman”

You rolled your eyes. Of course it was. "And?" You wanted him to get to the point.

Your one word answer caught him off guard as he fumbled over his words. “Well you’re still fairly new here so you might not know how big of an Asshole Cartman is.”

It was true but Kyle had been trying his damndest to catch you up to speed. “Yeah didn’t he like kill someone’s parents and feed them to the kid?”

Clyde paused. We wasn’t expecting you to know that. “Uh, yeah” things went silent. This is not how he planed this talk to go.

You waved your hand around and started walking away. “I’ll be fine.~”

His face was priceless as you brushed him off. He tried regaining his composure. “That’s the spirit I actually just came over here to motivate you to kick his ass because everyone is making bets!”

That stooped you in your tracks. You turned so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. “WHAT?!” you suddenly dropped all of the books in your arms again and release a frustrated sigh as you picked them up again this time both Clyde and Craig helped you. seriously why did you have so many books to carry around. 

“Yeah ever since yesterday you’ve been the talk of the school.” 

Dusting off a few of the books you looked around and lo and behold everyone was staring and whispering to each other. You just smile with pride “Well, I guess I need to put on one hell of a show right?” 

Clyde smiles and nods giving you a thumbs up as Craig just leans forward meeting you eye to eye. One word. "Safe.”

 It was the only thing he said as he walked away without Clyde. “Hey wait up Craig, goodbye (Y/N)” he waved and tried to catch up with his best friend. Kyle walked up behind you as you pinched the bridge of your nose “What was that all about?”

“That last bit? Honestly I have no idea, let’s just get lunch.”

 During Lunch you played with your food. One word “safe” and whatever the hell he was mumbling but what did it mean. You glanced over to Craig, what was he thinking under that emotionless face of his. His eyes are so cold; it’s like he’s bored and doesn’t bother to do anything. Is that why he told you not to hang around Stan’s gang because they actually do things and get into crazy situations, but then does he want to do things or is he irritated that they do things and he just wants things to be peaceful. You stabbed your fork into the chicken on your plate and let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s up with her?” Stan said more to Kyle than anyone else on the table; they both looked at you while you were still dazed looking at Craig. “She said she didn’t know but I’m guessing it has to do with Craig” Kyle followed your line of sight to meet Craig’s cold eyes which sent shivers down both of your spines and you snap out of your concentrated state.

“Just what’s his deal? First he flips me off, tells me not to hang around you guys and then, safe.” You waved your fork around for emphasis.

The super best friends look at each other and shrug “Safe?”

“Trust me I don’t get it any more than you do.”

“Maybe he’s trying to trip you up so you don’t do well tomorrow.” Kenny looked over to Craig then back to you before adding “Could be because of all the bets against you.” You nod while Stan and Kyle’s eyes widen “People are making bets?!” 

You casually sipped your milk not that surprised anymore. “Yeah and apparently Clyde is betting that I will win.”

“Really!” Kyle shouted

“Yeah I find it kind of funny how it’s actually become such a big thing.” Back home you were never the center of attention. It felt bizarre.

“Nah you get used to that feeling after a while especially if it involves Cartman in any way.” Stan comments and everyone agrees. Kenny looked up from whatever it was he was doing only now noticing that Cartman isn't even here “Speaking of Cartman before I got here I saw him with Jimmy, he was helping him hit on a girl.”

“huh”was all anyone said on that matter. You all continued eating lunch until Wendy and her blond friend walked up to the table. “Hi Stan do you guys mine if we borrow (Y/N) for a moment.” You kind of just quirk an eyebrow and point at yourself “You want to borrow me for a moment? Why?” The girls grabbed both of your arms and just dragged you out of the cafeteria.

“Guys help meeeeeeee!” 

Kyle, Kenny and Stan know better to get in Wendy’s way so they just smile awkwardly and wave you off. As so as you were taken into the hallway Wendy smiled “Okay so I know we don’t really talk but I am Stan’s girlfriend and you are one of Stan’s friends. We want to help you for tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to seem rude but I don’t think I need help.” 

Bebe laughed at you “Really? Have you looked in a mirror, honey you need as much help as you can get-” Wendy lightly punched her friend in the arm “Rumor is going around that you’re going to be doing something big right. All we’re trying to say is part of the talent show’s judging is based on your costume.” She trailed off and the both looked at you. Wendy cleared her throat before speaking again.

“We feel that your look needs something more if you’re going to even think about winning tomorrow night.” You couldn’t help but laugh “Guys this is just my everyday attire, I didn’t plan on wearing something like this tomorrow night I already picked out a dress.” Wrong words, you should have kept your big mouth shut.

“We want to see! If it meets our standards we’ll stop bothering you, but if it doesn’t we’re taking you shopping!”

 After class you didn't leave your seat instead you slammed your head down and felt someone poke your arm. You shift just enough to see Kenny "(Y/N) we're all going to Stan's to play games you wanna come?"

"I want to but Wendy and Bebe plan on kidnapping me right about now so I can't." You saw them in the doorway with the biggest smiles you've ever seen. They were kinda creeping you out.

[bbgem329]

Things Are Never As They Seem… Prologue

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan X OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Fluff! Language.

Series Masterlist

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May 15, 2020

“Mmm.” You startled as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, bare broad chest pressed tightly against your back. “What are you making?”

“Sebastian.” You huffed softly, placing the knife you were using to chop a potato, down on the counter beside the cutting board. If you would’ve jolted even an inch more, you would be missing a few fingers on your left hand.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You giggled, subconsciously tilting your head to the side as his plush lips met the skin of your exposed shoulder, slowly trailing open mouthed kisses up the side of your neck. “I thought you were in a meeting.”

“Just finished up.”

“Oh.” You spun around in his embrace, arms locked around his neck, and your fingers intertwining in the thick locks at the nape of his neck. His expression was solemn, a little disheartened and it made your heart clench in your chest. “And how did it go? When will you sign?” You rose to the very tip of your toes, pressing a little kiss the divet in his bearded chin. An attempt to get him to smile, and he did.

“Not good.” He mumbled, pulling you tighter to his chest, face buried in your hair. He inhaled deeply, your sweet scent doing well to calm his frayed nerves and soothe the anxiety that had settled in his chest. “I’m not going to sign.”

“What?” You drew back, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sebastian had been absolutely over the moon when he’d received word that one of the top dog agencies was interested in taking him on as a client. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and would most definitely boost his career. “What do you mean you’re not going to sign? You didn’t tell them that, right?”

“Not yet.” He sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “But I’m going to.”

“Sebastian.” You groaned, head lolling frustratingly back, “This is an opportunity of a lifetime, baby. What the hell happened? You were so excited before the call.”

“I know. I know.” His large hands flew to the back of your head as he bent forward to press a few soft kisses to each of your cheeks. “But they had a condition that I had absolutely know interest in partaking in.”

You perked up at that, your own hands coming up to wrap around his wrist. “What was the condition?”

“They’ll sign me if I agree to do a year and half PR relationship with some Spanish actress.” He rolled his cerulean eyes and softly shook his head. “They know about us and that we aren’t quite ready to make things public yet so I guess they expected me to agree to this.”

“Why not?” She inquired, cocking a curious brow. “I mean, we aren’t ready but we’re getting there. Isn’t a PR relationship just like another role anyways? It’s professional and it wouldn’t mean anything, right? You’d most likely get a fat chunk of money and I’m assuming they’d promise you roles.”

“You-” He licked his lips, thumb brushing tenderly across your cheeks as his eyes searched your face. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah, baby.” You giggled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his pouty lips. “Of course, if it helps your career and gets you where you want to be. I want nothing more than for you to follow your dreams. You’ve worked so damn hard to get where you are and I want to support you in any and every way that I can.” You smiled softly, fingers combing through his tousled thick locks. “Even if it means you have to fake date someone else.”

“You mean that?” He whispered, baby blues wide and alight with adoration and hope.

“Of course, Seb.” You cupped his face, tilting his head down to look him in the eye. “I love you. So much. I would never ask you to give up this sort of opportunity for me and I know you would do the same for me.”

“I love you.” He dipped down to steal another quick kiss, a somewhat of a failed attempt to distract you from the blush that had risen to the apples of his cheeks. His large hands fell from your face, coming to rest on either side of your waist as he kneaded and rubbed circles into your flesh, “So even if it meant seeing me touch or kiss someone else?”

“Pshh.” You laughed, waving a hand dismissively, “I would know it’s all fake and planned. Besides-” You tugged him down, dragging your nose teasingly against his scruffy jaw, “I trust you. And-” You paused to nibble softly on the lobe of his ear. “I know you’re obsessed with me.”

You couldn’t help but bite your lip when a soft groan slipped from his plush lips, the entirety of his large, pliant body shivering against your own.

“But seriously,” You chuckled, straightening up and running your hands down his bare, toned chest. “I trust you, Sebastian. We are stable enough to do this. I know you would never do anything to hurt me nor do I ever worry or doubt that you would cheat on me.” You pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek, hands rubbing gently up and down his arms. “These kinds of things are totally professional. It’s all going to be planned down to a T. We will make this work.” You shrugged softly, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “And who knows? Maybe we’ll both get a new friend out of this.”

“You are amazing. You know that?” Sebastian whispered, releasing your hip to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Eh.” You offered him a lazy shrug and a small pout, “You’ve told me once or twice-”

“Very funny, pretty girl.” He chuckled, playfully squeezing your waist. “I tell you at least three time a day.”

“Alright, alright.” You nodded, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to suppress a smile. “Yeah, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“That's what I thought.” He grinned before connecting his lips to yours in a soft, heartwarming kiss.

You happily, eagerly parted your lips when his tongue brushed along your bottom lip, allowing him the access to taste you completely. You sighed softly into his open mouth, body involuntarily sinking further into his as your brain turned to mush at his touch and you lost yourself completely in him. Only parting when your lungs began to burn and you were both gasping for air.

“So we’re really doing this?” Sebastian wondered, forehead pressed contently to yours, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks.

“Mhmm.” You whispered, lips just a breath away. “We are. And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

[mercedesdecorazon]

Something Real (Henrik/MC)

Part 1/3

Author's Note: Okay this was supposed to be a one-shot but Henrik and Mariah wanted their story to be a bit longer so I'm stuck with three parts instead 🥴

This fic will discuss topics like interracial relationships, colourism, racism and black women's dynamic with black men when it comes to interracial relationships. If any of this is uncomfortable for you, PLEASE skip this fanfic. Thank you 😊

Sorry to my Chelsea and Ibrahim stans but this story is not for you either.

~~~

It all started with some blind date.

Blake had insisted that she went, that it would be good for her.

"Come on, Mariah. It's been a while since you broke up with Ibrahim. It's time to get back out there."

"I don't know. What if he doesn't like me?" Mariah asked.

"Then screw him! You can move on to the next guy," Blake said as she applied some blush to Mariah's cheeks.

"But what if he doesn't like dark-skinned girls? What if-?"

Blake grabbed her hands gently, stopping her upcoming tirade.

"Babe calm down. Breathe," Mariah obeyed, breathing hard. "Now then, if he doesn't like dark-skinned black girls, then he's a colourist and so not worth your time. There are men out there that adore beautiful dark-skinned black women like you. So don't be afraid."

Mariah nodded, "You're right. You're right."

"Of course I am. Now let's get your makeup done."

After Blake fixed her makeup, she wished Mariah well on her date and told her not to overthink. Mariah promised but she knew herself too well.

Most men she dated in the past either didn't like her skin tone, didn't like her African features or thought she was too fat - which is - come on! Black women were known for their curves!

Mariah didn't have much hope for this date. It always went badly.

~~~

Henrik was excited.

He hadn't been on a date for long while, not since Chelsea left him a year ago. Lucas had been adamant about him dating again though.

"You've been hiding in the wilderness for a year Henrik," Lucas told him. "It's time to get back out into the real world."

Despite his optimism, he was worried. Chelsea leaving him was... painful to say the least. He had loved her and he thought that he would be spending the rest of his life with her. Her leaving him for another man had hurt him deeply.

He knew that he couldn't go through anything like that again. He couldn't.

~~~

The date was in a cute little café that Mariah's friend Bobby owned. His pastries tasted out of this world so Mariah was excited.

Blake said that her date wore a dark blue shirt with green cargo pants so Mariah looked around.

And then she saw him.

He was pale-skinned, had long blond hair and kind blue eyes.

He sat by the two-seater by the window, looking out into the street.

~~~

He saw her.

She wore a baby blue dress that showed her curves and a little of her cleavage. Her hair was down and she wore cute baby blue barettes. Her dark brown skin clashed beautifully with the colour of the dress and her skin glowed in the sunlight. She wore very light makeup that highlighted her pretty face.

Henrik was enchanted by her.

He wanted to hold her close and never let her go. He didn't understand why he felt that way but he did.

~~~

He's white?

Mariah didn't understand this. She thought -

Of course! This was a blind date! She wasn't supposed to be know what he looked like.

But what if he's racist? Or fetishi-

Calm down Mariah, you can do this.

She gave him a polite smile, "Hi, I'm Mariah." And held her hand out.

The man muttered something under his breath in a language that she wasn't familiar with but he looked up at her with a smile.

"I'm Henrik. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand.

She sat down in front of him calmly, screaming internally. What if someone she knew saw her? Most of her friends hung out around here. She didn't want them to see her with him.

~~~

Henrik was confused as to why she was uncomfortable around him. Did he smell bad? Did he look bad? That couldn't be because Lucas approved of his ensemble before he left his flat and Lucas was Mr. Posh.

"What's wrong?" He asked curiously.

She looked embarrassed. "Nothing," she answered quietly, not meeting his eyes.

"Then why are you looking away from me? Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head.

"Do you want to order something?" He asked, trying his best to engage with her. He didn't understand what was going with her but still he would try to win her over.

~~~

This was too much.

She didn't want to do this. This was wrong.

What if he was dating her to prank her? What if her brother found out? What would her father say if he heard of this? She knew that her parents would not approve of this at all. She thought she was ready to start back dating again but she wasn't.

"I have to go." She stood up.

He looked confused and a little hurt, "What? But-"

"I'm sorry!" She grabbed her purse and ran out of the café quickly.

She ran to her car in the parking lot, got in, started it and drove away quickly, her heart beating quickly.

She breathed hard, trying to calm herself. She knew she shouldn't have freaked out like that and ran off but she couldn't take any chances.

She decided to stop off by her friend Genevieve's house, knowing that she couldn't talk to Blake about this.

~~~

Henrik was hurt.

He couldn't understand why she left him. Did he do something wrong? Say something wrong?

He sighed and called Lucas.

"Hey man, what's going on?" Lucas' voice sounded concerned.

"She left. I don't know what happened but she just left. It was confusing."

"Wow. Sorry man. I thought she might've been good for you."

"It's fine. I just thought... it doesn't matter, I might never seen her again..."

Truthfully, he did want to see her again. He wanted to know why she left and why she didn't like him.

She was so beautiful but she looked so sad.

He wanted to make her smile, to make her laugh. He didn't know why but he did.

"Hey, you wanna go hiking tomorrow?" Lucas suggested.

"Sure why not?"

His heart and his mind were still on that woman. He hoped to see her again.

~~~

"I don't know why I did that, Viv, I just freaked out," Mariah explained.

Mariah had sat Genevieve down and explained everything to her.

Genevieve nodded, carefully choosing her words.

"Mariah babe... do you freak out because he was white?" Genevieve asked calmly.

Mariah clammed up immediately, hugging herself. It was true. She freaked out partially because he was white. So far in her dating life, she dated only black men and black men only. Camilo, Mason and Ibrahim... she had loved Ibrahim and he left her. For a white woman no less.

"Babe," Genevieve sighed. "You shouldn't be so prejudiced!"

"I know! I just freaked out!" Mariah covered her face in shame. "I got so intimidated by him. And I've never dated a white guy before so I didn't know what to do!"

"There's no formula in dating white guys. Just be yourself. All men are the same, no matter his skin colour. Just make sure he ain't racist."

"I wish I knew that before I went! Now he thinks I'm weird." All guys think you're weird anyway.

"Oh babe," Genevieve hugged her kindly. Genevieve knew Mariah was a shy woman. Growing up with an overprotective brother and father made it harder for Mariah to come out her shell and boldly take on the world. Genevieve hoped that at some point, Mariah would get her chance to be bold.

The front door to Genevieve's flat opened, and a young black man stepped in, "Hey ladies!"

"Hey Nicky!" Genevieve called. "We're in the living room!"

Nicky walked in, guitar hanging on his back. He gave Genevieve a light kiss on the lips and ruffled Mariah's hair, "Hey little sis."

"Nick stop! You'll mess up my hair!" Mariah protested. Nicky chuckled and sat next to Genevieve on the couch.

Nicholas, or Nicky as he's known as to his friends and family, was Mariah's older brother by two years. Like most good older brothers, he's very overprotective and caring to Mariah. When their father isn't present, Nicky would be the one to watch over Mariah. Nicky worked at the primary school nearby the hair salon Mariah worked at as a Music Teacher.

"So, what were you ladies talking about?" Nicky asked.

Mariah gave Genevieve a worried look, Please don't tell him!

"Just girl stuff babe, you wouldn't care," Genevieve covered easily.

"Fine. I'm going to wash up. Long day at work," Nicky grabbed his things and walked away.

Mariah breathed in relief. The last thing she wanted was for her brother to find out that she had started dating again and that she went on a date with a white guy. After what happened with Ibrahim, she didn't need Nicky's pestering.

While Nicky showered, Mariah helped Genevieve cook some jollof rice, macaroni pie, callaloo and stew chicken - pretty much mixing Nigerian and Trinidadian cuisine together. Nicky came out of the bedroom at some point and helped to dish out everyone's food.

"So," Nicky said as he and the two women began to eat the food at the dining room. "Why are you dressed up so nicely?" He looked at Mariah.

"Because I want to," Mariah replied snarkily.

Nicky raised an eyebrow, "Fine." He decided to ignore his sister's antics for now. "By the way, I hired a landscape designer for Daddy and Mummy's backyard."

Genevieve looked concerned, "Can you afford that?"

"I was thinking that Mariah and I can pay for everything..." Nicky faltered at Mariah's stern glare. "It's Mummy and Daddy's anniversary coming up and Daddy always said that he wanted to have barbecue in the yard. He can't because the backyard is..."

"Cursed?" Genevieve joked.

"Yeah. It needs a lot of work and neither of us are qualified to do it. I just want to do something nice for their anniversary and Daddy's retirement."

It was true. The backyard in their parents' home was... horrible to say the least. The place was dirt and nasty and... ugh.

"Okay fine," Mariah sighed. "But we're going to have to rake up a lot of money though because that yard is bad."

"Ain't that the truth," Nicky groaned.

~~~

One week later...

In his office, Henrik organised appointments for his landscape designing. One particular client had a backyard that was... wow.

"I know," the client, Nicky, had said when Henrik came to his home for the site visit. "It's really awful. My Dad hadn't cleaned up... or anything in years."

Henrik had sighed. This would take a month at the least.

"When is your parents' anniversary?" Henrik had asked.

"In two months, on September. My parents are away in Trinidad visiting my grandparents for those two months. If you can get it done before then, that would be awesome!"

"I can. But it would cost you extra because I have to buy supplies, repair the water pipe, the fountain and everything."

Nicky gave a tight smile, "I was afraid of that."

Henrik shook his head as he recalled that conversation. He was unsure if he could do that in a short space of time but he still wanted to take on the challenge.

As he pondered on his upcoming project, he thought about the woman that he went on a date with. Well, she ran off so it wasn't really a date.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't understand why but he couldn't stop.

I hope I can get a chance to meet her again.

Little did he know.

~~~

Thanks to Nicky's sentimental gift for their parents, Mariah found herself having to request for more work hours at the hair salon.

"Wow, all that money for some dirt?" Mariah's boss and friend Elisa asked as she booked appointments for Mariah to do.

"Nicky has this vision of this pretty backyard for our parents. It's so annoying."

Elisa Bowens owned the hair salon that Mariah worked at. Elisa had built the business from the ground and up, catering the salon for black women to get their hair done and get glammed up. Mariah's co-workers and friends, Erikah and Thabi, worked at the salon as well; Erikah specializing in braids and Thabi specializing in styling natural hair. While Mariah specialized in relaxed and straight hair, wigs and weaves mostly.

"And what's this I hear about you dating white men now?" Elisa asked, looking at her quizzically.

Ugh. Blake and her big mouth, Mariah thought in annoyance.

"HUH?! Mariah is dating white men now?!" Erikah screeched.

"Aw, that's so romantic," Thabi swooned.

Erikah glared at Thabi angrily, "What?! No! There's nothing romantic about dating colonizers Thabi!"

"That's really mean Erikah! They're not that bad."

"Can you two shut up for a second?!" Elisa snapped, glaring at the two women for a moment before turning to Mariah. "So? What happened?"

"Nothing. I... I left early." Mariah looked away in embarrassment.

"Left early? You ran away, didn't you?"

Mariah sighed, "Yes."

"That's good news," Erikah nodded. "That was the ancestors telling you not to engage with the colonizer."

Thabi rolled her eyes while Elisa glared at Erikah.

"Erikah, can you please stop being a hotepress for a minute. Just one minute?!" Elisa groaned.

"No, it has to be said! We shouldn't betray our black men by dating those men! We have to stand by our black men!"

"Really now? What about the black men who only date white women? Wouldn't they be betraying us black women?" Thabi raised an eyebrow.

"No! If a black man has a baby with a white woman then the baby is still black-"

"Stop. Please stop." Elisa interrupted Erikah, looking at her tiredly. "It's too early for your hotep preaching Erikah."

Erikah huffed and stomped off.

After that, Elisa opened the salon and Mariah was flat-ironing her first customer's hair when Blake stormed in.

"Mariah! Why have you forsaken me?!"

Mariah sighed while her customer looked confused.

"Blake sweetie! We're open!" Elisa called from her station.

"Fine! I'll wait!" Blake sat down on the couch dramatically.

Ten minutes later, Mariah was finished with her customer and after her customer paid and left, Blake stormed up to her.

"Why did you run?!" Blake snapped.

"Why didn't you tell me he was white?!" Mariah snapped back.

"Because it was a blind date!"

"Oh my gosh, Blake, did you set Mariah up with that colonizer?!" Erikah screeched from her station.

Blake glared at Erikah in annoyance, "I don't want to hear from you, Miss Hotep!"

"It's my job to tell my sista what's up! But you wouldn't even understand because you're not fully black, aren't you?"

Blake gasped loudly. "You take that back!" She snarled.

"Enough you two!" Elisa shouted. She turned to Blake. "Unless you're here to get your hair done, you need to leave."

"Fine. I can use a touch up," Blake turned to Mariah. "I can wait. We need to talk."

Mariah sighed, "Fine." She looked at her clipboard. "Colleen Harris?"

The woman smiled, "That's me! But you can just call me Coco."

~~~

After Mariah was finished with Coco's hair, she did a silk press for Blake.

"Why did you run? You promised me that you wouldn't run," Blake said, as Mariah washed her hair.

"I panicked, okay? I got overwhelmed and I got in my head. It was bad."

"I know that you've been struggling ever since Ibrahim left but you've got to get yourself back out there. Don't let what he did hold you back."

"Right..." Mariah murmured. "It's hard though."

"Yeah but it's good for you." Blake smiled at her kindly.

Mariah smiled back.

~~~

After Mariah was done with work for the day, Nicky came to the salon to pick her up.

"Have you seriously started on this project already?" Mariah groaned as Nicky drove.

"Yes, I want it done before Mummy and Daddy come back. And you have to meet the designer too."

Mariah rolled her eyes, "Fine."

When the siblings got to their parents' home, a truck was already parked in their parents' driveway.

Nicky and Mariah got out of Nicky's car, entered the house and walked into the backyard.

There were three men already working, all of them digging the dirt. A fourth man directed all of them, the wind blowing his blond hair.

"Hey Henrik!" Nicky called. "I want you to meet someone!"

Wait, Henrik?!

Said man turned from his work at Nicky's voice, his eyes widening when he saw Mariah. He walked over cautiously, obvious remembering what happened last time.

"This is my little sister Mariah," Nicky said. "Mariah, this is Henrik."

The man stared at her in shock.

"I-I-" Mariah stammered.

~~~

Part Two coming soon!

[watchmegetobsessed]

A STEP FURTHER

Sequel to SIT ON ME

a/n: as per requested, here is a part two to my recent sebastian fic! hope you guys will like it as much as you did the previous part! also, there’s not gonna be any more parts!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

word count: 3k

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You were expecting it. You knew how the internet and most importantly, Sebastian’s fans work. Just hours after the event, dozens of videos got out of Sebastian saying that he wanted you to sit on him if he was a chair, an answer to a highly inappropriate question that shouldn’t have been asked in the first place, but your crazy ass boss thought otherwise.

It washed over the whole fandom and soon enough everyone was talking about the two of you. And because part of your job is to be up to date about Sebastian’s media presence, you had to face not just him but yourself all over the internet. Fans started to dig up every tiny interaction between the two of you caught on camera, they posted photo montages of you and him just out and about or going from one meeting to the other. They started to look for signs that you’re dating and half of the fandom became convinced that you’re in a secret relationship. Speculations and rumors spread faster than wildfire and there was no way to stop it, you just had to live with it.

In the meanwhile, Sebastian didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. It’s like he didn’t even acknowledge the fuss about the two of you, like it was all so natural and normal to be seen as a couple by the whole world when you were just his employee.

“What? It’s not like I ever addressed anything about my dating life,” he shrugged one day when you asked him why he is not caring about the situation at all. And that was pretty much it.

The fans wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to you either. They are strangers, they always get fixated on something and soon enough you knew something new would come up and make them forget about your existence. The people close to you on the other hand are a whole different side of the story.

Following the event, Mackie wouldn’t shut up about Sebastian being hopelessly in love with you and he would nag you to go on a date already, getting on your nerves even more than he usually does with his nosiness. You love the man, you really do, but he needs to learn how to stay in his own lane.

And then, slowly but surely every friend you and Sebastian shared caught up on the story and they started asking you about it again and again and you had to tell them the same thing every damn time: you and Sebastian were working together, no romance was involved between the two of you.

No one believed you.

Now it’s been weeks and people still go crazy whenever you and Seb step out together, which happens quite often since he’s been having a busy month work-wise. Paparazzi are always following you around, catching every moment you spend out in the public, putting you on the tabloids nonstop. It’s become your usual.

Another day, another event. The day starts early for you before you pick Sebastian up and heading out to have breakfast before you are supposed to show up at the concert hall that’s going to be the venue of today’s interview and Q&A.

“Mackie has been blowing my phone up all morning,” you grumble upon seeing another text from said man before you just turn your phone screen facing down so you can finish your toast in peace.

“What does he want?” Sebastian hums.

“He is asking if I’m coming today, as if I missed any events these past weeks,” you huff shaking your head.

“He has been acting weird,” Sebastian grimaces, reaching for his coffee. “Weirder than his usual,” he adds.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, he just asks weird stuff,” he shrugs, not paying much attention to it and you decide to do the same.

Not much later, you’re finished with your food, only sipping on your coffee when you spot a group of girls near your table, their phones pointing in your direction and you have to stop yourself from growling, turning a little so you’re not facing the phones entirely. Sebastian notices your discomfort and looking around he spots the girls as well before turning back to face you. He doesn’t say a word, just gets up from his seat and strides over to the group as you watch him with wide eyes.

“Hi girls, can I ask you to delete the pictures you took, please? I’m happy to take selfies with you, just please don’t post the ones of us eating, okay?” you hear him ask them, leaving you completely speechless. Luckily, the girls are happy to obligate and he quickly poses for pictures with all of them before joining you back at the table.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You clearly didn’t like that they took pictures of us and I know you don’t like how we are being talked about recently, so I thought I would… try to help about that a little,” he shrugs, finishing the rest of his coffee.

“I just don’t like that everyone is in our business,” you sigh, folding your arms on your chest as you lean back in your seat.

“So we have business? Together?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you over the table.

“That’s not how I… We talked about this, Seb,” you breathe out, your shoulders falling forward.

“Ages ago. Things might have changed since then,” he suggests shrugging his shoulder.

“I still work for you,” you point it out. “Things are better this way.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he mumbles, clearly hurt by your words, but there’s not much you can do against it. “Let’s go, I don’t want Mackie to be up in my ass for being late,” he sighs, leaving the money on the table that most likely covers both your meals and a fat tip as well.

The car ride to the venue is silent, but not in the comfortable way it sometimes is. It’s awkward and you keep glancing at him, trying to find the right words but you’re not even sure what you want to tell him.

I’m sorry we work together so we can’t date? I’m sorry I keep rejecting you? I’m sorry I’m afraid if we go any further than this it will ruin our friendship?

You have absolutely no idea how to deal with it, so you just stay silent, right until you arrive to the venue. Before Seb could get out of the car you speak up.

“Are you mad at me now?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m not mad, Y/N. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” he truthfully answers, his eyes only falling on you after he has spoken.

“But there’s something, I can tell.”

“I’m just a little frustrated, is all.”

“Because of what people say about us?” you make a guess.

“Because there’s this unsaid situation between us and you just don’t let me address it. You don’t want to talk about it and whenever it’s brought up, you just shut the door right at my face,” he explains and with each spoken word, you feel worse and worse.

“It’s a complicated situation,” you breathe out.

“It’s not,” he retorts. “Do you not like me?”

“Of course I like you!”

“Okay, I like you too so why can’t we be more than just friends?”

“Because we are not just friends. I’m working for you, it’s a different situation!”

“Y/N, this is not an office job, there’s no HR, no policies, we can do whatever we want!” he chuckles bitterly as you keep your eyes down. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not just because of work, but because you’re terribly afraid of being a disappointment to him if you eventually give it a try.

Your silence doesn’t amuses Sebastian and you don’t have time to rave any longer about the situation.

“Forget it, sorry I brought it up again. Let’s just… get over with this thing,” he mumbles before getting out of the car.

You move around each other like strangers, he is clearly avoiding to even look at you and you’re feeling guilty even though you don’t think you have a reason to. Still, you hate seeing him this upset, especially when it’s because of you.

The change in your act is not that evident, but Mackie immediately notices it. When you walk past him he grabs your wrist and pulls you aside.

“What the hell is going on?” he asks with wide, curious eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you retort, acting innocent, but there’s a reason why you didn’t become an actress, you suck at even lying.

“You and Seb are acting like a divorcing couple!” he whisper-yells. Pursing your lip you start chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nervously tap your foot on the ground.

“We just… had a little disagreement.”

“About what?”

“Us,” you breathe out, your head hanging low.

“Wait, so there is an ‘us’?” he asks, air-quoting the last word and you roll your eyes at him.

“No, that’s what the disagreement was about. He wants and I…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t, because I know that’s bullshit. Y/N, I see the way you look at that man, why are you making it so hard for the both of you?”

“It’s just—It might ruin everything and I can’t afford that right now.”

“Ruin everything?!” he grimaces. “What would it ruin?”

“I said fucking everything!” you snap at him, losing your patience that you’re the only one who has issues with the situation. “Our friendship, my job, everything! And I don’t want that. I can’t have that.”

“Dating someone wouldn’t ruin the friendship, Y/N. This is not middle school. Friendship is part of being with someone and you two have that. Just let it take a step further.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I’m good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have stuff to do,” you mumble under your breath before walking away from him before he could get another word out.

It’s not that you don’t want it, because you do, you really do. You’ve been in love with the man for a long time and knowing that he has feelings for you too makes you have a heart attack every time you think about it. But you are so afraid it might go south and then you’ll end up losing your job and one of your closest friends as well. Because above everything Sebastian grew to be your biggest confidant, the person you turn to whenever you are feeling down, when you need a shoulder to cry on, you can’t imagine your life without him anymore and it’s not just about the times when you’re working. Traveling around the world with him is a blessing, you love the little moments you share, the late night movie nights in hotel rooms or when you’re exploring a new city together. You love messing around in his trailer when he is filming, making silly videos on sets or playing around with props you shouldn’t even touch. You can share anything with him and vice versa. If you lose him for whatever reason, you would be left with a hole in your life that would just simply never disappear, because no one will ever be like him and that’s a fact. You’re terribly afraid to risk everything for something that might not even work. You might be a horrible item, romance can bring out things of people that haven’t shown before.

The guys finally get on stage and you watch them from the side as always. It goes as usual, they are joking around, making a show, entertaining the audience as they go over the interview before the question round starts. You don’t realize it at first, but you’re holding your breath as one question follows the other, you’re scared someone might ask Sebastian about you and the shit show would blow up again. You can only hope his answer wouldn’t be as stupid as it was before. But luckily, the audience keeps you out of their business, only focusing on what’s important, so you start to feel relieved. Right until the whole event is nearing its end and Mackie decides to take matters into his own hands.

“I think we have time for one more question,” the interviewer announces and dozens of hands shoot up into the air, desperate to get the chance to ask the men on stage, but before anyone could get the mic, Mackie speaks up.

“Actually, can I have that last question?” he chimes in holding up a finger.

“Uh, sure, go ahead!” the interviewer responds, clearly a little puzzled about his request. Mackie then turns to face Sebastian who is sitting on his right and just by the look on his face you already know what it’s gonna be about.

“Sebastian, my question is: What do you love most about Y/N?”

He can barely finish the question, the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles that he had the guts to ask him about you, but you’re feeling different about his ballsy move.

“Mackie! No!” you shout from the side, both men looking your way. Mackie tries to look innocent while Sebastian’s face is unreadable, his piercing blue eyes are just staring right back at you and you wish you could read his mind.

“Alright, I take back the ques—“ Mackie starts in a mumble, but Sebastian is quick to cut him off.

“Nah, I’ll answer,” he simply says, another round of cheering filling the place and you accept defeat.

Squatting down you hug your knees to your chest as you listen to the inevitable answer Sebastian is about to give.

“What I love the most about Y/N is that she is genuinely the best person anyone could ever have in their life. She is so selfless and caring towards others, always got her friends’ back no matter what. I love that we aren’t just simply working together but we are friends too, really good ones and that I know nothing can change that.”

Listening to his soothing voice through the speakers, you feel your throat closing up, especially at the last part he just said. Chewing on your bottom lip you tilt your head to the side as he continues.

“Literally anything can happen, we could have the worst fight ever and I still know that we would make up no matter what. She is… just an amazing and exceptional person.”

There’s a heavy moment of silence and you’re staring at him from afar with teary eyes as his eyes are glued to his hands in his lap.

“Damn,” Mackie breathes out, making everyone laugh and Sebastian’s gaze rises to him with a small smile on his lips.

There’s no time to dwell on his answer, the event needs to end. The interviewer thanks for their time and as the crowd cheers to them they head off the stage, waving at them until they disappear.

You’ve moved to the corner of the room, not wanting to be in the way, but you’re still not over the speech Sebastian just gave about you. As he appears from the stage his eyes are clearly scanning the room, searching for someone and when he finally spots you, his face hardens as he heads in your way. You’re standing with your hand covering your lips, eyes still slightly watered and seeing you like this he knots his eyebrows together in worry.

“Hey, what’s—“

“Did you mean that?” you breathe out, your voice trembling. “Did you mean it that nothing can change that?”

“Of course,” he nods, finally seeing what this is all about. “We’ve always found our way back to each other, haven’t we?”

“But dating is so much different than what we do now!” you breathe out, still not entirely sure it’s what you should do.

“Why would it be?” he chuckles softly. “We are already spending the majority of our time together, we know each other better than some couples, it wouldn’t be that big of a change, Y/N. And just like how it could ruin things between us, not taking the step could do the same, because sooner or later it’s gonna be unbearable, one of us might end up dating someone else and that wouldn’t do good to us for sure. I would rather accept the end of it knowing that we gave us a try than not even trying.”

“What if I turn out to be a completely shitty girlfriend?” you ask in a whisper as he steps closer, his hands finding your wrists as he pulls them away from your face, holding them gently. “W-What if I—“

“Shut up,” he cuts you off chuckling. “There’s no chance you are shitty at anything,” he replies teasingly, making you smile the slightest. “But even if you do end up being one, we’ll work on it together.”

His hands guide your hands around his waist, you hold onto his shirt as he cups your face in his hands, his face inching closer until his nose is brushing against yours.

“I really hope you’re right,” you breathe out, giving up to resist it any longer. There’s no use.

“Was I ever not right?” he asks smugly.

“Oh remember when—“

You don’t get to finish, because he silences you the best way possible, his lips smashing onto yours. It’s been long due and it doesn’t disappoint, his lips feel soft and perfect against yours, you can’t help but let out a pleased hum as your hands slide up his toned chest and your arms curl around his neck while his hands find your waist strong arms circling your waist as he pulls you tight against him.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Mackie’s voice breaks the moment and as you both pull back and turn in his direction, you see him pump his fist into the air with a victorious smirk on his face.

“Mind your own business, Mackie!” Seb calls out to him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck giggling like a little school girl.

“It’s my business! I made it happen!” Mackie retorts and a laugh rumbles through Seb’s chest.

“I’ll send you a thank you gift card later!” he shouts back before turning to you again, kissing the side of your head.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt. 6

Fukurodani and Shiratorizawa ft. Sakusa

Inarizaki ➪ Karasuno

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Bokuto

my baby owl

“y/n, y/n.....y/n” your boyfriend repeats as he pokes your nose.

you scrunch your nose as you slowly stir awake in your bed. Woken randomly from your nap.

“Ko, Ko, Ko What is it”

“I saw a video of a woman’s husband shaking his butt around to prove he wasn’t cheating”

You sit up and rub your tired eyes

“you know you’re really cute but i have no idea what you’re saying” you tell your boyfriend who is very much wide awake.

“i’m saying that i am going to shake my butt around too”

“oooo yummy” youre confused and excited at the same time and get comfortable to see your boyfriends whole show that he very clearly has put togeteher bcs he even knows what song to put on and everything

“Ko i already know you would never che-“

“you wanna see me do this or not”

“no i very much want to see this continue”

so there you were laying in bed looking at your boyfriend

who is only wearing his underwear

shake his butt around your room to prove something you already knew would never happen and this dude

very much jiggles.

can’t help yourself than to grab his ass and smack it too and he giggles at the attention.

“okay all done i want kisses and cuddles now” he says jumping back in your bed and pulls you to cuddle close to his chest. “did you like my show?”

“oh ko it was amazing, yes, thank you” you tiredly exclaim earning a big bright smile from your boyfriend.

He kisses you and grabs his phone

“Now to send the video to Akaashi”

“come again”

“he needs to know i would never cheat on him either and get a new best friend” 

Akaashi

“and he was wearing?”

“just his boxers y/n”

“that’s it?”

“yeah and his reason behind it was to prove he won’t cheat on me and get another best friend” your boyfriend tells you the story on a special video he got of his best friend while sitting back down with you in the cafe.

You stare him dead in the face “it must’ve been an honor for you” you tell him holding back a laugh.

“dont be jealous”

“JEALOUS?!”

“yeah babe”

“Keiji why would i be jealou- ya know what i am jealous”

Akaashi looks up from his laptop at your face with concern. “Jealous that you didn’t get to see Bokuto in his boxers?”

“oh my god no”

You huff “So Bokuto can shake ass infront of his girlfriend, what about you?”

“he did it to prove he wasnt cheating baby, it’s a tiktok trend”

you stare at him

he stares back

staring contest

both very bored faces looking back at one another it’s a sight to see

“I’m not cheating so i’m not shaking ass”

“You are cheating because you aren’t shaking ass”

your boyfriend huffs and gets up, he reaches over the table to give you a kiss on the lips and does some type of Shakira belly dance.

earning many looks from nearby people trying to enjoy their cafe experience.

And then there’s you: spitting out your drink bcs what is this mf doing?

“That’s definitely not what I meant Keiji”

“i proved my innocence leave me to sit here and think about my life choices”

Tendo

Doesnt hesitate

chaos, he’s chaos what did you expect

in fact he’s been so down to do it, he’s been shaking his ass around his dorm for 30 minutes.

You’re sitting at his desk and he’s circling around you shaking around

“Tori you DO know that I get the point and know you’re not cheating, you can stop now”

“no”

“alright”

you continue your work as your boyfriend continues his work

then he starts singing

obviously something he is coming up with on the spot

“i’m gonna sing you a love song now”

“please don’t”

“too late bitch” and que the loud exaggerated singing from your boyfriend

“You fuck face stop” you laugh while throwing a pillow at him.

“i would like to dedicate this song to y/n who has a fat ass and a tight p-“

“Tendo that’s inappropriate” ushijima says walking into his and your boyfriends shared dorm.

“Yeah Tendo that’s inappropriate”

Tendo laughs and bends over to plant a kiss on your forehead and whispers “what’s inappropriate is what we were doing on Wakatoshi’s bed before i was told to dance in the first place”

“What”

you get up frantically “oh my look at the time it’s avoid my boyfriend o’clock” and dart out with Tendo right behind you laughing.

Ushijima

ushy gushy headasaa

You both were sitting at the park feeding ducks

not bread bcs that’s bad for ducks. don’t feed ducks bread feed them seeds thank you this has been a psa

You both sat quietly together and just enjoyed the moment as you both usually do. You’re on your phone until your parents send you a video of them doing on tiktok.

No words just vibes from your boyfriend next to you

duck vibez

“So” you start breaking the silence.

“So” your boyfriend repeats after you.

“There’s this thing I’m gonna need you to do”

“There’s a thing i’m gonna have to do” he repeats.

“My parents did it”

he repeats again “Your parents did it”

“shake ass if you’re not cheating”

“If i’m not playing volleyball i’m with you and if i’m not with you i’m playing volleyball where in that time frame can i cheat” he asks to you, still looking at the ducks.

“well-“

“any free time is done eating and studying obviously” he continues.

“well i-“

“i’m kinda hungry right now actually”

“TOSHI”

“y/n”

“ass. shake. now. please.”

you give him puppy eyes.

“i don’t see the point but alright” he gets up and faces you and in the movement scared some ducks.

“Now the ducks hate me”

“Toshi the dance”

“okay” he mumbles. clearly confused and not wanting to do this.

mans wants to vibe with ducks

he continued to shake his hips side to side and you couldn’t help but squeeze his thigh

“how did that make me a better boyfriend” he asks afterwards

“it doesn’t i just wanted to see if you wo-“

“that’s it waka-chan, out” he send a peace sign your way as you look at him dumbfounded.

he takes and few steps and turns. “come with me i don’t want to leave you here alone”

You smile and go to grab your boyfriends hand and walk back to his dorm.

Sakusa

here are your crumbs sakusa stans

“How about if I teach you a little”

“I’m not doing it y/n”

“See you saying that is like me stuffing you in a full elevator”

“how?” your boyfriend asks looking over at where you laid on his bed next to him.

“That would suck for you right”

“To put it simple sure” he says looking back at his phone.

“yeah so you not shaking ass to prove you’re not cheating will suck for me” you say with your body facing him and your head resting on your hand.

He looks you deadpan in the face. “You doing that will give me a heart attack, me not doing this will just make you a pouty baby for an hour”

“so you want me to be a annoying pouty baby for an hour?”

“yes actually, you’re kinda cute when you’re pouty”

“oommiiiii” you whine

“see, so cute” he says smiling at you.

“OOOMMMMIII” you raise your voice

“that ones not as cute”

“OOOOMM-“

“OKAYYY Y/N” he yells over you trying to get your attention.

you peck his lips “thank you oomi”

“shut up slut”

“i’m YOUR slut, okok now basically do this” you start twerking and moving your hips and ass to show him how it’s done until you hear a light “passsh” noise and a wet feeling on your butt

“you didn’t” you say facing away from your boyfriend standing up.

“it was terrible, i had to” your boyfriend says

“so you’re gonna spray lysol on my pants?” you turn around to see your boyfriend have his shirt over his nose.

“yeah- OKAY so imma do this and you don’t bother me ever to shake my ass ever again right?” he questions cupping your cheeks.

“Dont be cute after what you just did” you say rolling your eyes at him.

he’s still cupping your cheeks while he shakes his ass- it’s not even an ass shake no one knows what it is.

“Thank you Oomi” you say puckering your lips asking for a kiss and he gladly plants one on your lips.

“you owe me bitch” he whispers into your lips causing you both to laugh into your kiss.

[xanasaurusrex]

Light - B.M.

Pairing: Beverly Marsh x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: Love confession, mutual pining, swimming, swearing, Richie Tozier (it’s a warning within itself), kissing, tooth-rotting fluff I stg, Losers Club are aged up to 17, super crappy ending, not proofread, I think that’s it! Please let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: The other Losers know for a fact that Bev returns Y/N’s feelings, even though she’s blind to them herself. But after a set up one day, maybe she’ll see the light.

Notes: My first ever It (2017) fic! Also my first fic on Tumblr! Thank you to anyone who read this, because it’s taking a lot of courage to write this, let alone post it…. Yeah, Bev and Richie are my favorite characters in the movies, and, given my url, I figured my first fic should be a Bev fic! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

******

“She likes you back, Y/N,”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Stop fighting it, we all see it!”

Y/N looked at Richie with a roll of her eyes, turning back forward to avoid crashing into anyone or anything with her bike. “Can you stop with that? I don’t want you giving me false hope when I know she doesn’t like me back,”

Richie was the one to roll his eyes this time.

Everyone in the Losers Club knew that Y/N had had a crush on Bev for as long as they could all remember. Since the first day she saw Bev in the pharmacy after they found Ben outside the sewers and had gone in to find the supplies to fix him up.

Bev had been the one to save the day. She had distracted the man at the counter while they took the things they needed, and had come back afterwards to make sure that Ben was okay. Of course, Y/N had realized that it was not the time to be admiring Bev, seeing as Ben had just had a pretty rough run-in with Bowers, and Eddie was freaking out enough as it was.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall completely in love with the red-headed Derry resident. She lived in the apartment above hers, and whenever Bev’s dad fell asleep, Bev would climb down the fire escape and climb into Y/N’s window.

Y/N would sit with her and listen to what she said, or would just sit there, and the girls would hug.

On those nights when Bev either couldn’t go down to Y/N’s apartment, or didn’t need to, Y/N would lay down, and stare up at the ceiling, knowing that Bev’s room was directly above her own. She would wonder what Bev was doing, if she was reading the secret admirer note that Ben had given her, or if she was thinking of Y/N just as much as she was thinking of Bev.

It was torture.

It took a little longer for the other members of the Losers Club to realize that Y/N was falling in love with Bev. After that, they all began encouraging her to confess to Bev, because even though at the time they hadn’t seen the light that ignited in Bev’s eyes the second they landed on Y/N, they wanted their friends to be happy, and who else to be happy with but each other?

That was all when they were twelve, nearly five years ago. In that time, they had all seen that Bev loved Y/N the same way Y/N loved Bev. It was hard to watch the two beat around the bush with each other; subtle flirting that neither one noticed (though everyone else did), and even harder to see them think that the other was in love with other people, though everyone else thought it was painfully obvious to everyone else that it was each other they were in love with.

Now, as Y/N and Richie biked home together, Richie tried his best to convince Y/N for the thousandth time that Bev liked her back, no, loved her back.

“I’m sorry Rich, I want to believe you, I really do,” Y/N said for the thousandth time. “But you’ve gotta be blind to not see that Bev and Bill are in love with each other,”

 Richie quickly realized that he didn’t have enough energy to argue with her today, even though he still wanted to, instead opting for a safer topic: the test that Mr. Herrd gave them today, that Richie was fairly sure he had failed.

***

“They’re both fuckin idiots,”

Everyone nodded in agreement at Richie’s statement as the entire Losers Club watched Y/N and Bev play around and splash each other in the lake in the quarry, both of them giggling like little girls, their cheeks bright pink, and not from the sun.

“Bev!” Y/N squealed as Bev splashed her with a particularly large amount of water. After taking a second to regain herself, she retaliated by splashing an even larger amount of water at Bev.

“It’s like they’re both wearing signs saying, ‘I’m in love with the person standing in front of me, but since I’m both a pussy and an idiot, I haven’t said anything yet,”

Stan rolled his eyes at Richie’s language, but agreed nonetheless. “I wish they would just admit it to each other already. To be honest, it’s getting tiring. Should we just… lock them in a room together and not let them leave until they confess?”

“That’s an idea,” Bill smiled.

“Maybe we should say we’re meeting at the Quarry but then none of us show up,” Eddie suggested. “Chances are they’re gonna stay and hang out, and maybe if we’re lucky they’ll say something?”

Richie scoffed. “Knowing them, fat chance. I think if this plan fails, we should go with Stan’s idea,”

The others all agreed, and decided when the best date would be to set this up, and then set the date for their backup plan, and decided they would do it at Bill’s house, since his is the biggest and they would be able to hang around and check in on them regularly without having to hear them kick and scream.

“You guys coming back?” Y/N broke the boys out of their trance after her and Bev realized that they had been splashing each other for nearly fifteen minutes, when they should have been splashing the boys. “We’re getting bored!”

The boys all gave each other a sly look before immediately running back towards the water, splashing Bev and Y/N immediately, all of them laughing as they got splashed back.

***

“Are they coming?”

Bev and Y/N had been at the Quarry for nearly half an hour, both of them laying against the rocks, sunbathing, in just their bikinis. It took everything in both of them not to stare at the other and admire everything about them.

Y/N glanced at the watch that she had taken off her wrist, anticipating that they’d be swimming, and saw that it was now forty five minutes after noon, the time all the Losers had agreed to be at the Quarry.

Y/N sighed. “I don’t think so. Maybe they all forgot?”

Bev laughed. “You think Stan forgot? He’s probably at Richie’s with the others trying to get Richie out of bed. How much d’you wanna bet he stayed up all night on his Gameboy again, and now he’s sleeping the day away?”

She said the last part in a mock-dreamy way, a tone of voice that had Y/N’s heart soaring. She had always loved the sound of Bev’s voice, and there were certain times when it would just go straight to tug on Y/N’s heartstrings. It was never a particular time, just… Bev.

Everything about Bev was magical to Y/N. Somehow, all it took was one small smile, one of Bev’s smiles, and all of a sudden, Y/N was a completely different person.

Normally, she didn’t really like physical contact. It wasn’t anything in particular that had caused it, she just never was a really cuddly person. She could enjoy a short hug, or a quick high five, but anything longer than about three seconds made her uncomfortable

She wasn’t that way with Bev. Y/N would hug her for eternity, and would never want to stop. The two often held hands, and told everyone else that it was purely platonic, though Y/N secretly wished that it would be something more.

Y/N knew that Bev was still talking, but she couldn’t focus on anything more than the way that Bev’s lips were moving, as they moved quickly and perfectly to form the words that were on Bev’s brain.

The conscious, realistic part of Y/N’s brain told her that she should be focusing on what her friend was actually saying. That in just a few seconds, Bev was going to do the thing that they always did in movies where she waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face and asked if she had heard anything she said.

Sure enough, she did.

“Y/N/N, are you even listening to me?” Bev asked with a small chuckle.

The sound alone sent more heat to Y/N’s cheeks.

“S-sorry,” Y/N said quickly, shaking her head, almost as if that would clear her head of the thoughts she shouldn’t be having about her best friend. “Just uh… feeling a little out of it today, that’s all,”

Bev nodded in understanding. “Yeah. Today just… feels weird.”

Y/N nodded in agreement.

The two stayed silent for a few more minutes, before Y/N sat up again. “So, since the boys aren’t coming, we probably shouldn’t wait for them to start swimming, right?”

Bev nodded in agreement, before jumping up and running towards the water, yelling, “Last one in the water is a dancing clown!” behind her, before immediately splashing into the water, getting to a deep enough area, and diving in.

Y/N cursed herself, and then immediately launched herself into the water after Bev, inadvertently splashing her with water as she came out of the water herself at the perfect time.

“Got you!”

***

Y/N shook the water droplets out of her hair, refraining from watching as Bev dried out her own hair, slipping the loose dress that she had brought with her over the bikini that she had worn.

It was now five forty five, and Y/N was going to be expected home for dinner soon. After realizing this, she had reluctantly told Bev that she needed to head home.

Since they lived in the same apartment complex, Bev said she’d go with her.

The sunlight from the sunset bounced off the lake and onto the two girls standing on the beach next to the lake in the Quarry.

Y/N couldn’t help herself this time. She looked up to Bev, and found that she was staring at her the same way, admiring how the golden light danced across her skin, from the top of her coppery red curls to the very bottom of her feet.

Before she could even process what she was doing, Y/N quickly closed the space between her and Bev, pressing her lips against Bev’s.

It only took Bev two seconds to kiss back, relieved that Y/N had been the one to make the first move.

After a few seconds, they realized that they needed air, so the two reluctantly pulled apart, resting their foreheads together.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Y/N whispered breathlessly.

“It was love at first sight, wasn’t it?” Bev asked. “I saw you with the boys and I knew that it was always going to be you. It’s always been you, Y/N,”

“It’s always been you, Bev,”

The two pulled apart, Bev’s arms still wrapped around Y/N’s neck, Y/N’s hands placed lovingly on Bev’s waist. As she looked into Bev’s eyes, she saw a glint in her eyes that she hadn’t seen before.

The light made Bev’s eyes even brighter than they already were, and the longer Y/N looked at her, the more she fell in love.

“I love you, Bev,” she confessed quietly, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder at the confession. “I always have.

[koishua]

I hate the fact that it's come to this. I'm literally a year younger than Riki and if I can apologize for my comments that I did not know affected a large variety of people, he can too. they're the first group I stanned but if some of the members are so ignorant about an issue that affects most (and if they know this is an issue, lurking around with their secret twt accs), either someone educate then and make them apologize then and there, or get an official apology

tw: fatphobia, fat shaming, food disorders, bullying

fr. i just KNOW they know that we're pissed about their behaviour regarding the situation. especially this time, since the uproar is much bigger than ever (rightfully so, bc it's time to end this shit istg) i don't know them irl, that's obvious, and i don't claim to. i don't know what goes on behind the scenes and whatnot, so i can't be talking all personal as if i know how they are off cam, but like.... if it's this bad on cam, i truly wonder what goes on off footage?? they're not bad people (at least, i don't think so and i hope not), but my gosh if this ain't a bad habit they have developed oml. it's not just sunoo they're making fun of. although he is the recipient, their words have such a big effect on those who watch them and we can't stress that enough. it's only correct if they apologize to sunoo AND the fans/non fans who've heard their remarks and have personally felt the weight of their careless words.

a long and personal rant ahead regarding my own feelings and experiences

as someone who has faced those types of comments and remarks all throughout their growing phase— from being an eight year old child to soon being an eighteen year old girl— that shit affects you and it affects you bad. spending countless nights trying to quietly do all sorts of exercises in my bedroom, to trying to lie my way out of a family dinner, to skipping breakfast and lunch and even dinner at times when i could get away with it, to endless moments of shame and disappointment at looking the way i look? i am FAR from being overweight. i am healthy now. i WAS healthy, but my own family member poking at my chubby cheeks and the little meat on my arms when i was literally eight, nine, ten and still growing? for fucks sake my own father called me his potato princess for such a long time and it became so ingrained in me that i developed an unhealthy way of thinking. having a complex over the way you look and no matter what you do, you can't change it? it fucking sucks. it's detrimental. i was born with round cheeks. no matter how much thinner i get, i will always have round cheeks and i can't change that. it's horribly damaging, that way of thinking. recently my current close friend's younger sister has started calling me potato face and i can't escape that label no matter how hard i try. it got to me. i relapsed all because of that one word that a six year old said. what an insensitive child, but an actual child nonetheless. she can't think for herself properly. not yet. her brain isn't developed enough and she still needs to be taught social manners. riki, however isn't a child. he can think for himself.

im working on getting better and feeling okay about myself, but it's hard and seeing how some of my favourite people treat each other just packs a big, big blow.

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Driving lessons

Pairing: Mc x Poppy

Summary: It’s Senior year in high school and Bea decides to ask Poppy to teach her how to drive. Its free, convenient, and well the only thing she has to deal with is her big fat crush on her supposed enemy.

Pt 2: here

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: These two bicker.. a lot. Driving and teenage shenanigans are up ahead.

Tags; @samanthadalton @satrinadia @kamilahsayeet2063 and some Poppy stans: @clowneryme @baexpoppy

“Are your hands clean?”

 Bea turned to Poppy, a confused look on her face. “I’m sorry what?” The blonde stared at her emotionless before huffing dramatically. “Oh don’t give me that look, I just got the interior cleaned and I will not risk your crummy hands ruining it!”

 The moon was just starting to appear as the girls stood outside in a deserted parking lot. Poppy had agreed to teach Bea the basics of driving after the brunette consistently bugged her for weeks.  She initially said no, because there was no way in hell that a Min-Sinclair like her would be caught helping the poor. The blonde questioned why Bea would even think that she’d say yes, but she did, eventually. 

The truth is, Bea has been trying to get the blonde’s attention for quite a while now. But that’s almost impossible because Poppy avoids the brunette any second she’s not throwing insults at the girl with her minions in the crowd. Was she afraid? Bea didn’t miss those subtle side glances and lingering touches when the blonde would push her in the hallway. So ultimately, Bea made it her mission to get Poppy alone and really talk...well that and she needed her license. So why not kill two birds with one stone? 

 ***

 She knew just how to push Poppy’s buttons, and being bold in public was one way of doing it. 

 Bea strided confidently up the bleachers where the cheerleaders were lounging. She stopped directly in front of Poppy and put her leg up on the step, one hand leaning on the railing. Poppy arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as the other girls around looked to each other in confusion.

Bea only stood there with a smirk as she eyed the blonde with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. 

 “...Farmsville what the hell are you looking at?”

 “You obviously...are you blind?”

 The cheerleaders all erupted with tiny snickers that only earned a killer sneer from Poppy. The blonde stood up abruptly, smoothing the front of her skirt and tilting her head to look up at Bea. The look in her eyes could probably dissolve the brunette whole, but she didn’t back down. They stood there for a few seconds, Bea watched Poppy’s gaze drop down to her lips, and then to her arms that were exposed by her sleeveless jersey. She grinned wolfishly before the blonde pulled her down the stairs by her elbow.

 Poppy had brought Bea to a secluded spot behind the gym, pushing her against the wall. 

“I don’t know what your game here is Hughes but-“

 “Game? What game? I just wanted to talk to you about the drivin-”

 “Talk? We don’t talk! Ever. So enough of this. You are not supposed to speak to me in front of them like you know me. You and me Bea” Poppy gestures in the open space between them, “we are not friends. I don’t know what gave you the bright idea to ask me to help you! Seriously, do I look like I give out charity?”

 Bea looked Poppy up and down. “No...but you look damn good in that uniform.”

 The blonde’s eyes widen, a scarlet blush flooding her cheeks. She falters slightly before straightening up again. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

 “I can’t drive.”

 “W-What?”

 Bea pressed her back fully against the brick wall, gesturing in the small space between them. “You asked what the hell is wrong with me so I told you-“

The blonde nearly jumps out of her suit as she smacks a hand to her forehead in frustration. “You imbecile that is not what I meant!” 

 An awkward wave of silence fills the air as the two girls stand there staring at each other. Eventually, Bea breaks into a fit of laughter which prompts Poppy to glare at her. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

 She holds onto her stomach, wiping a tear from her eye. “Well first off you’re as red as a tomato. And secondly, we are arguing in an alleyway about driving lessons. Why’s that? I never knew you to back down from a challenge. I bet that you’re only saying no because you know you’ll fail to teach me.”

Poppy scoffs amusingly, inching towards Bea’s frame against the wall. “Are you underestimating me Hughes?” The brunette only shrugs, a neutral look on her face as she held her breath. Don’t mess this up now Bea. 

With a sigh and final once-over, Poppy turns and heads back in the direction of the gym, stopping to look back at Bea after a few steps. 

 “Meet me at the parking lot behind Kyle’s Diner. 7pm sharp.”

 Score!

 ***

 Well now Bea had got what she wanted. They were alone. But Poppy was far from letting her walls down, and their constant bickering didn’t contribute greatly to her plans. After sanitizing her hands (for the third time), Poppy finally let her sit in the driver's seat as the car was set in park. 

 “Um remind me again, why are we doing this at night and in an expensive looking car…?” 

 The blonde rolls her eyes with irritation. This was going to be a recurring theme Bea thought to herself. “Okay first off, no one is supposed to know that I’m gifting you with my presence...hence the night sky. I thought that was given.” Poppy points to the sky matter-of-factly. “...and this is a Mercedes Benz. Do you think I sit in a fucking wagon and have one of my minions push me?”

Bea smiled to herself as she tried not to crack up at the thought of Chloe pushing Poppy down a steep hill. At least the blonde has a sense of humor, and that was one of many things that made Bea adore her, even if she was a bitch. 

 “Well I just don’t want to crash something as nice as this-“

 “You aren’t going to crash it period” Poppy calmly states, a certain hidden edge to her voice. She looks over at Bea who catches her eyes, and if the brunette wasn’t intimated before, boy was she now. “If you do crash it, I’ll feed you to the wolves, it’s that simple. You got it Farmsville?”

Bea puffs out a breath of air and shrugs. This was going to be a long night.

Poppy taught her how to ease into using the brakes and accelerator, when to switch the gear shift, and most importantly, using the rear and side view mirrors. Bea drove two laps in the vacant lot and on the third one she managed to park perfectly in one the spaces. Poppy had the urge to praise her for not fucking it up so early on, in fact Bea was close to perfect. The blonde had begun to wonder if she really needed help, or was this just an excuse? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Bea...wanting to spend time with her. Poppy didn’t want to indulge in her feelings but she couldn’t just blatantly ignore the obvious. She’s a Min-Sinclair and is always sure of what she wants. But not when it came to Bea…Was this how it felt like to have a crush? There was no way in hell that she could fall for a girl like Bea. But then again, the blonde was sitting in the passenger seat watching her intently. She noticed how Bea’s face would scrunch with confusion when mentioning the functions on the dashboard. Poppy wanted to hold her hand and rub out the tension. She wanted to reassure and tell her how amazing she was doing, but of course pride stood in the way. Was pride worth it though? She started to believe it wasn’t when it came to Bea. 

 “Let's go for one more spin around the lot and then I’ll remove myself from your crème brûlée seats”, Bea voices sarcastically, a small grin on her face as she peered over at Poppy. The blonde rolls her eyes but nods happily. She didn’t want it to be just one more lap, and Bea sure as hell felt the same, but communication wasn’t a practiced skill of theirs. 

The brunette reversed out of the space and started accelerating around the lot.

 “Bea, make sure you always check the side view mirrors before you pull out.” 

 Bea shot a cocky sideways glance at the blonde, well this is new.

 “Did you just call me...by my name? Like my name, Bea? No Farmsville or Hughes, or dumbass-“

 “Okay! okay I think it’s pretty clear by now”

 “What? That you have so many names for me?”

 Poppy huffs with a start, pinching her eyebrows together as blood rushes to her cheeks in embarrassment. “You don’t ever shutup do you?” 

Bea just laughs brightly, increasing her speed slightly as she gets more comfortable. “Just remember what I said about the side mirrors, don’t make me repeat it.”

 “You’re so demanding you know?”

 Poppy smirks in response, her finger reaching up to twist a golden lock. “Is that really news to you?”

 “Well no...maybe I just like it when you talk to me like that.” 

 Bea knew she was pushing it, but every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. She wanted to say more,  do more, but would Poppy like that? They had made so much progress and both girls would be dumb to not see a spark between them. “...Just keep your eyes on the road.” 

Well that was something right? At least she didn’t yell at me, Bea thought. Without overthinking it, the brunette takes one hand off the steering wheel and intertwines it with Poppy’s hands. They were much smaller and incredibly soft. Bea felt like she was walking on thin ice, yet the blonde’s touch seemed to steady her. She squeezed a little tightly, rubbing a finger on Poppy’s knuckle soothingly. A burst of joy shot through Bea’s body as the blonde pulled away, only to set her hand on top of Bea’s, tracing ghostly patterns. They sat there like that for the rest of the lap until Poppy pointed in the distance. “You see those spaced out cones over there? Maneuver through them until you stop at the pole.”

 Bea didn’t complain, even if the task seemed ridiculous. She wanted to spend more time with Poppy, so whatever. “What do I get if I succeed?”

 “Satisfaction that you weren’t a complete failure today? Get a move on, we don’t have all night!” Typical Poppy.

 Bea had managed to avoid hitting the cones, glancing over to see a hidden, but impressed look on Poppy’s face. She wanted to show off just a little, pressing her foot on the accelerator with a little more force as she navigated through the obstacles. Unbeknownst to either girl, there was a pothole upcoming on the ground and Bea sunk violently into it before popping back up.

“Bea! Watch out for the-“

But she couldn’t secure her hold on the steering wheel quick enough. The car screeched loudly as Bea stomped on the brakes, steering the car to the left as they hit the pole. Poppy had jumped as far as the seat belt would let her, her hand reaching out to shield the brunette from any impact. The crash shook the whole car, and felt very very expensive. Bea sat paralyzed in her seat, her breathing quick and shallow as she surveyed the scene. She was relieved that they didn’t rip through the pole...or were impaled by it. Bea shifted abruptly, turning to scan the other girl for injuries. She clutches onto Poppy’s arm, a pained look on her face. “You’re not hurt are you?”

 Poppy waited for her heart to stop beating out of her chest, as she looked from Bea to the wreck. In one swift motion she punches the brunette in the shoulder before stepping out of the car. “Ow! What the hell…” Bea follows after her, stumbling out the car as she rubbed at the tender spot. The blonde looked at the front of her car in horror. The glass was completely shattered, the Benz symbol was dangling off the edge, and the whole fender was completely damaged. “Hughes what the fuck?! You- Look at my car! Daddy is gonna kill me…”

Bea felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Back to square one huh? She cautiously paced towards the seething blonde, both hands in a defensive hold in front of her just in case Poppy decided to throw hands. Just in case.

Poppy snapped her head in the brunette's direction, ready to chew her out until she noticed blood dripping from her forehead. Her face fell, the anger draining out rapidly. “Bea you’re hurt…” Bea looked at her in confusion until she felt the warm liquid dripping onto her nose. She reached up quickly, wiping the blood

that wouldn’t stop pouring from the open wound. “It’s nothing! I can barely feel it-“

 “Stop it. Here let me see.”

 Bea watched as Poppy stepped closer, reaching her finger to gently prod at the now stinging wound. She blew a breath of hot air onto the area and it was almost enough to make Bea melt. She had never seen this side of Poppy, and it made her spiral deeper into the pool of feelings she had developed for the blonde. “You need to go to the hospital right now, come on I’ll take you”, Poppy hurriedly spoke.

 “But what about the car?”

 “Is the car bleeding out on the fucking sidewalk? I’ll call triple A and they’ll come get it….and I’ll deal with the consequences later.”

 Bea broke out into a grin, watching the blonde worry about her, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It was certainly refreshing. Her smile quickly faltered though. If Poppy took her to the hospital would she leave her there? Would this be the last time they talked? Poppy had a habit of avoiding her. Bea started to panic, this couldn’t be the end. Poppy had pulled her arm along as they trudged away from the wreck. But Bea stopped suddenly, yanking Poppy by her arm until they were face to face.

 “Go on a date with me.”

 “What?!”

 “You heard me. I will not go to the hospital unless you agree to go on a date with me.”

 Poppy stood there dumb-founded. Bea was full of surprises wasn’t she? “Are you saying that you’ll bleed out in the middle of this lot if I say no?”

 “Yes.”

 “You are….un-fucking-believable. A lunatic I might add. Hell even a madwoman. Let’s go, I’m taking you to a mental hospital instead.”

 Bea grabs Poppy by the waist as she attempts to walk away. She pulls her even closer against her than they were before, a smug grin settling on her face. “Only if you go out with me. You can pick the time and place.”

She looks at the blonde with doe eyes and that winning smile. Poppy sighs as her breath shakes at their close proximity. She was close enough to kiss her, and no one would know. Poppy couldn’t deny that this is exactly what she wanted. Now that she was in the same position she had constantly day dreamed about, the air seemed heavier. But it felt right. And so she said yes. Because she knew what she wanted. 

“Let's get you some medical attention first though, can’t go on a date with a corpse.”

 Bea did internal jumping jacks as she pumped a fist in the air.

 Score!

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Crenny (Craig x Kenny) Blush

Thank you for the prompt! I really needed a break from crenny angst so here’s just a good old-fashioned story where everyone has a good time. I hope you enjoy!

*

What would make Craig Tucker blush?

Kenny had a bad habit of accepting bets without a thought. It was easy money, accepting bets. Do something outrageous, get ten dollars. Who wouldn’t go for it? That could buy groceries! And the reward for causing Craig to be undone was too good to pass up. Thirty dollars for a simple blush.

“That’s kind of unfair,” Stan said after Cartman had laid the bet out. “You should pick someone else so it’s at least doable.”

They were gathered around a table in Kyle’s dorm room, ready to head out to a party. A party where, rumor has it, Craig would sulk in a corner because Clyde had dragged him there and Craig had presumably made a blood pact to always be a wingman.

“Thirty dollars.” Cartman laid three ten-dollar bills on the table, one after the other. “Thirty dollars if you make Craig blush before the party’s over. Come on, Kenny.” He flaunted a bill. “You know you want this. Thirty dollars, Kenny.”

“Stop that.” Kyle snatched the bill and returned it on the table beside the others. “Why are you so obsessed with playing matchmaker? Didn’t you learn anything from the time—”

“I’ll do it,” Kenny said. Obviously. He would’ve done it for five dollars, or for free since it was Craig—not because he had any special feelings for the guy, but just because a blush on that stone-cold face would be a sight to behold. “Throw in twenty more and I’ll blow him under a table.”

“Don’t,” Kyle said when Cartman looked like he just might.

“Yeah,” Stan said. “You can’t play with people’s feelings like that.”

So the bet remained simple: for thirty dollars, make Craig Tucker blush before the end of the night. It was for the best. The added incentive of twenty dollars would’ve had Kenny on his knees, which would force some serious introspection about his sexuality that he’d be happier contemplating outside the realm of a bet. For now, he considered himself a thrill-sexual whose life’s mission was to get a rise out of Craig. For thirty dollars. Only because of the thirty dollars.

And because it’d be a treat to see Craig Tucker reduced to a blushing mess, but really it was for the thirty dollars. The blowjob remained optional.

+

The frat house looked surprisingly nice for a frat house in Boulder, Colorado. A couple drunk girls giggled beside the steps leading to the house, ducked out of view behind a vine-covered lattice. They yelled out giggled greetings as Kenny opened the door to the party, but he was on a mission and no amount of giggling could distract him.

“Where’s Craig?” Cartman asked as soon as the door closed behind them, so Kenny wasn’t the only one invested in this bet.

It would be hard to spot Craig even in a well-lit room full of respectful partygoers, but in a crowd of drunken bastards and flashing lights of too many colors in the otherwise dark room, it was tricky to find a man who didn’t want to be found.

“There.” Stan pointed at a white couch in a moderately secluded area behind a horde of people. “He looks bored.”

“No shit,” Kenny said. Craig had a serious case of RBF, or Resting Bored Face, alongside an even more deadly affliction of being effortlessly handsome. Really it was the perfect combination for the blush of a lifetime; a little pink on those perfectly sculpted cheeks would make anyone’s knees weak.

“Go, Kenny!” Cartman gave a push that only made Kenny stumble. “Thirty dollars, Kenny. Thirty dollars!”

“Shut up. I’m strategizing.”

What could make Tucker blush? He didn’t seem like the type to blush at nudity, so pantsing him was out of the question. Anything quick was unlikely to work against such a calm and restrained person. No, this was an endurance sport. So heavy flirting with a side of groping? Respectfully, of course. No hand on dick allowed.

Yeah, that’d do the trick.

“Okay,” Kenny said. “Keep those dollars ready for me.”

Craig sat on the couch, deliciously detached from the party around him. Surely he wouldn't mind company. Kenny headed through the crowd of people and sidled beside his expressionless target.

“Hi, Craig,” Kenny said with a smile because if someone came up to him with a smile and his name on their lips, he’d already be on the fast track to a red face.

Craig, however, barely turned his head. “Hey.”

Clearly this would not be a straight road to victory. What kind of flirting produced the most blushing, anyway? For Kenny, a compliment would get the job done, so that was his next angle.

“Have I ever told you,” he started with the sultriest voice he could summon, “that you're ridiculously handsome?”

Nothing. No blush or even a vaguely bashful blink. Craig barely even acknowledged Kenny. If the roles had been reversed, at least Kenny would have the common decency to become a blushing mess.

“You haven't,” Craig said.

“Well, you are.” Kenny moved closer. He would get a reaction, no matter what. He nudged Craig’s chin. “Look at me for a second. Just real quick.”

Craig looked. “Why?”

“Because I, uh.” In this closeness, staying focused was not easy. “Just. Your eyes. Nice color.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“And, and!” Kenny booped Craig's nose. “I've never seen anyone with such a powerful nasal… part. Like the bridge. And it's so well-placed, right in the middle.”

He might have been grasping at straws. He was warm and tense and his heart wouldn’t calm down.

“Did you do shrooms?” Craig asked.

“No. I'm just admiring your gorgeousness.” Kenny shimmied closer, smushing their legs together. “If I were gay, I'd let you do whatever you want to me.”

Craig didn't move away. Not that he had any space to move to, but it still stirred something in Kenny's stomach—knowing Craig could’ve gotten up if he didn't find the advances flattering, and yet he stayed right there.

“If you were gay?” Craig asked.

“Yeah.” Kenny dared a hand on Craig's knee. “I'd lay down and let you do me.”

“That makes you a little gay.”

Kenny faltered. “Yeah, well, everyone's a little gay. I'm just saying you could—”

“No, that makes you a little gay. Unless you're only saying it because that fat fuck who's watching us dared you to do this.”

Kenny glanced over at Cartman, who was not being subtle about his giddy voyeurism.

“No, he just, uh.” An unfortunate warmth spread around Kenny’s cheeks, and the only excuse he could think of would only make it worse. “He knows I have a crush on you. That's why he's watching.”

“Oh,” Craig said. No blush, not even in the face of a love confession.

But the difficulty only made it more of a thrill. This was the time to commit, and commit hard.

Kenny rubbed Craig's knee. “Yeah. I have a huge crush on you. Because you don't take any bullshit and I find it really hot.” It wasn't exactly a lie, and Kenny didn't have time to untangle why it was so easy to say these things to Craig.

“And that's why you're touching me?”

Kenny's hand ventured toward the inner thigh. “Am I being too forward?”

Craig put his hand over Kenny's and leaned closer. “No. Go as far as you want to.”

Kenny could barely breathe with that gorgeous face so close to his. “You’re into this?”

“I am. You're kind of handsome yourself.”

Now Kenny's face was properly burning. “Really?”

“Sure, why not.” Craig moved their hands to Kenny's leg instead, to a danger zone that immediately made Kenny's blood rush. “I could take you out someday. Just us, a couple drinks or a movie.”

A movie and perhaps a blowjob in the parking lot. Knees on gravel, hands in hair, a messy scene of desperate—

Kenny blinked. "Wait, are you fucking with me?”

“Are you fucking with me?” Craig took his hand away and left a need in Kenny's body. “Because that'd be messed up.”

“I'm not,” Kenny said, and somehow it was true. “We can go on a date if you want.”

For only a moment, Craig seemed uncertain. “You’re committed to this act, aren’t you?”

Maybe a bit of making out would leave Craig red in the face. Kenny leaned closer. “What if we kiss? Would you believe me then?”

“Only if you're convincing.”

That sounded like permission. Or another dare.

Some might say Kenny was at the whim of his impulses, and when Kenny found himself climbing into Craig's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck, he started to think it might be true.

“I won't get up,” Kenny said, “until your face is bright red.”

Craig's hands landed on Kenny's ass. “Good luck.”

Kenny's heart hammered as he leaned in and he didn't have the restraint to pretend he could take this at any pace. The second their lips touched, Kenny melted into the kiss and pulled Craig closer by the collar. For years, Craig had been a distant fantasy, a gorgeous face teasing Kenny’s dreams, too good to be true. Kenny started moving his hips, rocking into the kiss, then decided he was still only doing it because of the dare. This was only to make Craig blush. And writhe. And put his cock in Kenny's mouth later.

“Ah, fuck,” Kenny moaned into Craig's lips. “Craig.”

If they hadn't been in the middle of possibly watching eyes, this would've been the moment it got serious. A clothes off, cocks out, messily making out kind of serious.

Craig pushed Kenny only enough to force them to part. “You’re not pretending?”

Kenny was about to dive in again, but—

A blush! The tiniest smudge of pink had spread on Craig's face, which made him look so fuckable that ‘a little gay’ was dangerously close to becoming ‘very fucking gay’.

“I guess not.” Kenny brushed his thumb against the pink cheek and admired his handiwork. “You're gorgeous, Tucker. How was I supposed to resist?”

The blush deepened. “So we're really going on a date?”

A date with Craig Tucker? Holding hands and kissing and just being together until sunrise, lips sore from exploring. Kenny’s heart rate climbed at the mere fantasy.

“Yes, please.” He punctuated his words with a quick kiss, and he stayed close as he whispered, “I need to get you alone.”

“Okay,” Craig said, a bit breathless, and it took all of Kenny's willpower not to spend the rest of the party trying to reduce Craig into a blushing mess.

+

Later, Kenny met Cartman on the outskirts of the party.

“I'm going on a date with Craig Tucker,” Kenny said with a smile that just wouldn’t go away. Then he held out a hand, palm up. “And he blushed, so pay up.”

After he had paid for popcorn with Cartman's money, he kissed Craig in the dark theater. Not because of a bet, not for a dare, not for anything other than the need to feel those lips against his again. And later, in the cozy darkness of Craig’s bedroom, he got the blushing mess he had fantasized about long before the bet.

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Fake Fan

Seventeen AU: 14th member

ERA: An Ode/ Fear

Jangmi x SVT

Recap: Jangmi deals with an unpleasant situation at a fansign, and takes it a lot worse than she expected

Words: 1.3k 

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“OMG We have matching earrings!” Jangmi squealed as she continued signing the carats album, adding a quick ‘twinning’ alongside her autograph.

Seventeen were currently smack bang in the middle of the ‘An Ode’ promotions, and their schedule was packed with music shows, radio interviews and fan signs. The latter being her favourite. She could secretly eat snacks, mess up the performance as much as she pleased as well as spill some of the tea with Carats.

She waved goodbye the fan, before taking a sip of her water whilst waiting for the next fan to move along. She was squashed between Mingyu and Hoshi, who had both decided that would be super loud and annoying today. She grabbed one of the feather boas near Mingyu and wrapped it around her neck. It definitely didn’t match her leather suit, but the bright pink allowed her to stand out from the rest of the members. As if being the only girl wasn’t enough.

She turned to face the next carat, who was still talking to Mingyu. Must be their bias, she thought. Jangmi continued waving at the fans back in their seat, making stupid faces to them.

One of their staff came up behind her and tugged the boa, so it came off her neck. Jangmi turned around to face them, whilst pouting.

“Nice try.” They teased, ruffling her hair slightly, but not enough to ruin the difficult task their hairstylists had this morning. They then ushered the fan who was still with Mingyu, to move over to Jangmi.

“Hi, how are you today? Is Mingyu your bias?” Jangmi asked. Whilst trying to grabs the fans hands to hold. But they just shoved their hands back.

Strange. Jangmi thought. But then again not everyone wants to hold hands.

“He’s my favourite person in the entire world.” The fan declared, a smile on her face from ear to ear.

Jangmi politely smiled. “He’s a good bias to have. I mean did you see the amount of content he gives carats. Mukbangs after emceeing every weekend. I think Joshua’s stans are in a continuous drought.”

Jangmi reached over to grab the album, but the fan once again pulled it out of the way, hugging it tightly

“Do you bias him” they asked cautiously.

Jangmi tilted her head, at the strange question. “Ofcourse I do.” She then lowered her voice into a whisper. “He’s my favourite member.”

The last comment, which was meant to be a joke, clearly hadn’t turned into one, since the fan was furrowing her eyebrows at Jangmi.

Jangmi awkwardly looked around, trying to find a way to diffuse the tension. She couldn’t think of anything, so she leaned over to get the album- to sign- since it was technically a fansign.

What she didn’t expect was the ‘carat’ to thwart her hand away.

“Stop throwing yourself at Mingyu, you little slut. I know he’s your boyfriend” They whispered, loud enough only for Jangmi to hear.

“He’s- He’s not?” It can out more like a question then a statement. Jangmi furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

The fan quickly grabbed Jangmi’s hands, and squeezed them a little too tightly, for her liking. She tried pulling away, but they started digging their nails into her skin.

“I don’t even understand what he sees in you. You’re just a little fat fuck who is free-riding on Seventeens success. Don’t think you’re better than anyone else. You don’t deserve his heart”

Jangmi widened her eyes, trying to silently motion for the staff to come over. Where were they when she needed them.

“Please let go of me before I call security.” She firmly said, hoping they didn’t catch the little quiver in her voice.

The fan leaned over closer and sneered, tightening their grip on her arms. “Do it, I dare you. Bring more attention towards the truth.”

She was weighing up her options, when Hoshi suddenly interrupted her train for thought. “Jangmi, don’t steal all our carats.”

“I’m not.” Jangmi scoffed, holding up her hands which were still being held by their fan. “She’s not letting go.”

“Not her fault everyone loves her.” Mingyu chimed, causing the fans eyes to widen.

“Do you love Jangmi?” The fan asked quickly, tripping over their words.

Mingyu, being the most unobservant person on the planet replied with a simple “obviously,” whilst leaning his head on Jangmi’s shoulder.

Jangmi tried pushing him off to not make the situation worse, but the damage was done once the fan let go of her hands and stood up on their chair.

“Everyone” She yelled, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look at her. “Mingyu just confirmed that he loves Jangmi.”

Jangmi held her breath, waiting for the crowd and staff to go crazy.

They did not.

They just laughed, and went back to doing what they were doing before the interruption.

Jangmi mentally laughed. Why was she even worried? Carats were so used to dating rumours with her and her members. Legit. They don’t even trust Dispatch anymore.

Unfortunately, her happiness was short lived, when the fan started yelling again. Except this time, instead of spilling the tea, she was calling Jangmi out for being a shitty human being.

“What does Mingyu even see in that talented bitch?” All the members stopped signing again, with Seungcheol pre-empting the situation and alerting security.

“Mingyu’s never going to be yours. You can’t sing. Can’t dance. Can’t rap. You can’t even speak Korean. Plus you look like you need to go on a diet. You’d probably have been kicked out already if you were in a kpop girlgroup.”

Hoshi quickly stood up, pulling Jangmi with him, and stood infront of her, shielding her from the fan.

“Ignore it.” He whispered, not breaking the deathgare he was shooting at their fan.

The fan’s rant was cut short by security asking her politely to get down from the stool and walk off stage.

Jangmi felt someone’s hands wrap around her shoulders, and she leant into their embrace, slightly embarrassed for being the centre of this whole ordeal.

“You know what?” The fan screamed at their security. “I don’t want this shitty album anyway. Since her medicore vocals are on it.” She pointed her finger at Jangmi before hurling the CD towards her.

Jangmi, who was too busy looking at her members reactions, didn’t have enough time to process what was happening. And before she knew it, she felt the sharp corner of their album hit her cheek, before crashing on the floor.

Hoshi quickly turned around to face his maknae and cupped her slightly red cheeks. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, quickly scanning her face for any signs of distress.

  She nodded while biting her lip, trying not to show any emotion. That was the first rule of fansigns; make it a positive and fun environment for carats.

She felt the arm around her shoulder pull her towards the side of the stage, and she didn’t object. Instead she grabbed one of the signs she was gifted as shielded herself from the fans.

“Thanks Hannie” She whispered, as they walked off the stage.

Hannie’s arm was replaced by their managers, who guided her to the nearest couch.

“Go back onstage. And tell everyone that everything’s under control.”

“Can’t I stay with Jangmi for a little while.” Jeonghan pleaded, but one look of their managers face made it clear that it was no point arguing.

Jeonghan quickly untied her high ponytail and took out all the bobby pins, before running his fingers through her hair. “Just relaxed for a bit. Don’ worry we can handle the rest of the fansign.”

He quickly ran back on stage, but not before turning around and giving her a thumbs up.

Her manager came back over to give her a bottle of cold water, which she gladly accepted.

It’s not like she hadn’t received hate comments before. She was basically the only girl in a group full of guys. Not to mention that they were all considered visuals, and she-well the fan was right- definitely did not fit into any of the beauty standards of the industry.

But she had never really had to deal with a hater in person before, especially right in front of her. Usually, they just talked shit on the internet, and she could give a snarky reply from her secret fan account.

This was different. Everyone heard it. And she was so sure it would be the talk of the town for the next few weeks. Pledis would make a statement, the members would be ultra protective of her and her parents would once again question her decision of being an idol. Fucking fantastic!

She heard Seungcheol making a statement, and fans screaming back towards him. She heard a few ‘I love You’s’ and ‘Jangmi’s,’ but she honestly was a bit over the situation, to really understand what was happening.

As she sunk deeper into the couch, she accepted the fact that she was not ok after this ordeal. But she’d have to keep on a brave face. Considering the end of promotions was nowhere near in sight.

Next: Hyung Line’s Reaction

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Scars

Summary: could you do a losers club x reader where she has scars or maybe she’s having a panic attack and basically she just hides it and then the losers find out and comfort her and they find out it’s henry so they all go and confront him

Warning: mentions of scars and low self-esteem because of it

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think

‘Hey guys, the clubhouse is the other way, or did you forget?’

‘Oh did we not tell you?’ Richie smirks, leaving you to instantly prepare for the worst. ‘Change of plans, we’re going to the quarry.’

For every time the losers go swimming, there’s an excuse to weasel out of it. The first few times the losers wanted to go to the quarry, you simply claimed you couldn’t swim, that the water terrified you with its unpredictable waves that could kill you at any moment if you weren’t considered enough. That excuse lasted for a while, until Richie scoured through your photo albums and found a photo of you as a little girl grinning from ear to ear in the sea near where your old home was. Then the losers started getting suspicious and called you out on it.

You were forced to admit, under rosy cheeks and a heart full of guilt, that you lied to them about not being able to swim, and you were just joking to see how long I would last before they caught on. The reasoning was flimsy at best, and Stan, never one to take bullshit from anyone, saw straight through you but remained silent.

The next time the quarry was brought up, you agreed to go, but canceled with the justification that you were sick. The time after that you were grounded, and after that you had more chores to do then you anticipated and couldn’t finish them in time to join.

You knew time was running out, and that sooner or later the losers would notice that you always and only didn’t show up whenever the activity was swimming. You didn’t back down for anything else, ranging from going to the movies or helping Eddie sneak out of his house at night, you’d be there and you’d do it. And in reality, swimming really didn’t faze you at all. Sure, it was unpredictable and could be potentially dangerous, but you thrived under that. You like the way danger adds a bit of spice to the boring and normal life you would otherwise be forced to live in a small town like Derry.

The water isn’t the problem for you, it doesn’t frighten you the way you claimed, what frightens you is the idea of your friends seeing the remnants of what Henry Bowers has done to you.

The day you moved to Derry, way before Beverly approached you and offered you a spot in the losers club, Henry cornered you outside of Keens pharmacy. You’d picked up some Tylenol to stash in your medicine cabinet at home when Henry, who you had no idea at was an actually psychopath at the time, asked you for your name.

His goons were hidden somewhere you couldn’t see, and fresh with the nervousness of being the new kid in a small town, you had been grateful someone was willing to be friendly and get acquainted with you. The sick grin playing on his features was a cruel taunt towards you having to much faith in your fellow peers. He surprised you with a knife gash to the arm, a probable single for the others to come help him by holding you back by the arms, while Henry quote; ‘Do to this bitch what I couldn’t do the fat boy.’

The name Henry now starkly proclaims what he perpetrated, and it’s the cutting is obvious every time you take your shirt off. It’s a disgusting claim Henry tried to force on you, and you won’t allow it to be seen by anyone, including your friends. And if that meant lying to them about a triviality, then so be it.

The sun glistens on the quarry water as the group arrives, and in a moment of undisclosed frustration, you glare at the water that has given you such a hard time over the past few months. In retaliation, the light reflection hits you straight in the eyes, effectively blinding you for a second.

‘Okay Y/N, time to make a decision, wanna jump from the cliff and get it over with or start slow by walking in? If it makes the choice easier, Eddie’s mom always rolls in.’ Richie says to you, grinning as a furious Eddie throws insults at him.

There’s not a lot of excuses that can be called up at the last moment, but you try to think of one anyway.

‘Actually I don’t feel so good, I think I’m going to sit this one out, but you guys go ahead and have fun.’

‘No, we’re going to help you overcome your fear of swimming today, no more putting it off.’

‘What?’

‘Your fear of swimming. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.’ Bev explains, already well on her way of throwing her clothes in a heap, leaving her in her swimwear. You gulp loudly and hope no one noticed it.  

‘Don’t be embarrassed. All of us are scared of something, but that’s what we’re here for, we help each other, so now we’re going to help you with this.’ Mike’s a sweetheart, all of your friends are, but this issue is for beyond what they think they know.

Richie and Eddie, ever the two amok makers, are in the water up to their waist shoving each other forward without waiting on the rest of the losers. It seems fun, and you really want to join in. You heard all about the water games they play when you’re too busy avoiding getting undressed and admittedly, it always stings. But it doesn’t sting enough for you to get over the weariness of showing the losers what Henry did to you.  

‘We can stay on the side if you prefer that? We won’t go any further than we can stand, I promise.’ The earnestly of the statement is what makes it so hard to decline.

‘Hey guys,’ Ben speaks up after regarding you with peeked curiosity. ‘What if we do something more fun today? We could swim with our clothes on.’

‘Ben I don’t think-‘

‘Actually, that’s a great idea. I’d really like that.’ Getting to keep your shirt on means that your scar won’t be visible, and because Ben suggested it, no one will be suspicious of you.

‘With clothes in the water? Are you crazy? Swimming with clothes increases the percentage of dying by, I don’t even know how much but like 90%.’ Eddie’s hurriedly rushing back to shore, trying to get on dry land as fast as possible. He doesn’t think twice about running over the tiny rocks that he usually carefully avoids, convinced that they carry some kind of decease with them, not when he has a whole lot of information to share. His frantic behavior causes you to chuckle.

‘Eddie-‘ Bev hisses in warning. With her eyes she tries to send a silent message, trying to get Eddie to stop talking.’

‘No it’s okay. Like Bill said, I’ll just stay on the side.’ You smile gratefully towards Ben, who reciprocates almost inconspicuously.

‘Well if your highnesses are finally done chattering our afternoon away, can we now please get on with it? I have an eight o’clock appointment with Eddie’s mom.’

‘Beep beep Richie’, the whole group chants.

As it turns out, you missed out on a lot more than just taking a dip. You forewent hours of playing chicken and sitting on the shoulders of your friends in a battle to push the losers on someone else shoulder off, and dunking Richie underwater once his bravery took over his mouth. You missed out on karaoke from the water, listening to a song on the radio that Mike brought with him from the farm house.

To protect yourself from disappointment, you’d imagined these trips to be the same boring routine all the time, but you had been proven wrong. Now you finally understood why the losers were always so eager to go to the quarry again. It’s probably even better without wet clothes sticking to your skin and the fear that in a play fight your shirt would crawl a little too high to reveal Henry’s signature, but the day you had was perfect none the less.

All the activity has worn you out, especially with the extra weight of wet clothes to drag you down, so you decide to rest up on land, sitting in the direction of your friends who are still going at it. Richie scoop his hands full of water and aims it at Eddie, who screeches and dips him under water for his efforts while the rest of the group shakes their head fondly. A typical day with the losers.

‘I don’t like taking off my shirt either.’ Ben says, spooking you with how close he’s standing suddenly. You hadn’t even heard him coming.

‘Oh, why?’ Ben having very little to no self-esteem isn’t a secret, and you’d overheard enough things at school to figure out why, but you didn’t think that was an issue with the losers, where everyone had their own little quirks and oddities and nobody was made fun of for it.

‘My weight for one,’ he laughs but it’s not bitter, it’s more a self-deprecating laugh, like the idea that he isn’t repulsive is too funny to consider. ‘And the Henry thing.’

‘What Henry thing?’

‘You didn’t know?’ He lifts up the edges of shirt, exhibiting the large letter H carved into the soft skin of his stomach. It’s nauseating, not because it’s ugly, but the fact that anyone, psychopath or not, could do something that cruel to sweet Ben. A realization dawns on you.

‘Henry didn’t like me very much, I think he was trying to do his full name and scare me off but he didn’t get the chance. Anyway it’s fine, I’ve got you guys to make me feel better. I just wanted to tell you so you’d know you aren’t alone.’ He stands up and prepares to dive back into the water, but his braveness has created a path for yours.

‘Ben wait’, you call out, dashing over to his side. ‘He did it to me too’, you say in one breath, afraid that if you think about it to much you’ll back down. ‘Look.’ Your fingers trace over the scare tissue as you raise your shirt just enough so the bottom of the lines are visible. ‘I guess he had more time with me then with you.’

‘Y/N’, Ben exhales shocked. His hand hovers over shirt, unsure if he’s allowed to touch. ‘I’m so sorry that happened to you.’

‘It’s fine, there’s nothing that can be done about it now anyway. I was just embarrassed about it I guess. But when you showed me yours, I finally understood there was nothing to be ashamed of.’

‘Hey shitheads, are you coming back in or what?’ Richie voice cuts through the atmosphere hanging around Ben and you. It breaks you out of your shared world of past grievances and hurt, and back into the new era full of love and a friendship that will never abandon either of you.

‘We’re coming’, you yell to Richie, then look back to Ben. Let’s take our shirts off’, you suggest, waiting on Ben’s conformation or denial. ‘There’s nothing for either of us to be ashamed of, so let’s just do it. Fuck Henry.’

Ben laughs, then nods determinately. ‘Yeah, fuck Henry indeed.’

The both of you run into the water wearing nothing but your swimsuits.

A few days later you walk past the school entrance with new found confidence. Of course the losers had question, but you answered them as best as you could, and it feels like a part of you, a part you didn’t want, has been left in the past while you’ve moved forward.

As you walk past the girls bathroom, you happen to pick up on two girls gossiping to the other, all hushed as if they’re sharing the biggest secret anyone could imagine.

‘Didn’t you hear? Apparently those kids that call themselves the losers club ambushed him last night. They say that Henry never stood a change and that he cried like a baby.’

‘Shoot, I would have payed money to see that.’                                                

You roll your eyes, already thinking of ways to simultaneously kill and thank your friends.