#sugar pine 7 reader insert

[rt-reader-inserts]

To Protect You

Pairing: Cib x Reader

Word Count: 1,706

Prompt: Angsty Cib imagine? Por favor? (A/N: This was requested around the time ‘akrasia’ was released, so that’s when it takes place. Sorry it’s months late!!)

Warnings: Swearing, minimal violence.

You sigh as your phone continues to buzz, eventually turning your attention away from your laptop so you can check whatever is so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow. After the terrible day you’ve had, especially after all the arguments with Cib, you honestly just want to zone out on Netflix, but you aren’t able to do that while someone continually lights up your phone.

As you check your lockscreen, you’re greeted with several notifications, all from Steven and James.

3 missed calls from Steven S.

2 missed calls from James D.

Steven, 11:02pm: (Y/n), pick up the fucking phone

James, 11:03pm:  There’s an emergency, we need to talk

     Please, you gotta answer

Steven, 11:04pm: This isn’t a bit, you need to call us back right the fuck now

     I can’t say this over text, please look at your goddamn phone

     Don’t let anyone inside your apartment

At that message, you stop reading, your blood running cold as a wave of anxiety hits you, and you quickly swipe the notification to call him back. Hands shaking, you bite your lip, standing to your feet and pacing back and forth as the phone rings, unable to keep from wincing when you hear Steven’s voice.

“(Y/n), thank christ, listen, I— I don’t know how to say this, but… fucking hell…,” his voice breaks slightly, and you hear him sniff before continuing, “Parker, he— Parker’s dead, (y/n), he’s fucking dead and…”

You can hear his voice, still talking, still panicking, but your phone slips from your hand, falling to the hardwood at your feet, and you stand there, frozen. You can’t even begin to process what’s happening, your mind repeating the phrase over and over, but still figuring out nothing. Slowly, you kneel down and pick up the phone, your fingers almost numb as you do.

Steven is still going, and you begin to listen again as he says, “...and Cib, he ran off, we don’t know where the fuck he is, but he’s out of his goddamn mind and we— we don’t know what he’s doing.”

You don’t even bother getting up from the floor, slumping back against the couch as you pull your knees to your chest. “Dead… Parker is— Parker— ” you can’t get yourself to say it, the words caught in your throat.

“Listen, (y/n), keep your door locked, alright? If he’s gonna end up on anyone’s doorstep, it’ll be yours.”

You nod numbly, the thought that he has his own key popping up somewhere in the back of your mind, but it went mostly unnoticed amidst every other thought running through your head. “Steve, what do we do, where do we—”

A pair of feet appear in your line of vision, and you freeze, hesitating before looking up to see the figure looming over you. Cib’s eyes are sunken, tired, and he’s breathing heavily as he asks, “Is that Steven?”

Meanwhile, you hear persistent questioning in your ear, all along the lines of, “what’s going on?” but you can’t bring yourself to answer either voice. Instead, you rise your feet, legs trembling and almost collapsing beneath you.

“Cib… what did you do?” Your voice is shaking as you ask the question, a question you really don’t want an answer to. You see the blood on his hands, the look in his eyes, and you can’t help but wince as he takes a step toward you, unconsciously inching away until you hit a wall.

"Babe, listen," he continues to walk toward you, but you cut him off, your hands held out in front of you as you weakly warn him,

"Don't— don't take another step closer."

But he doesn't listen, moving forward, grabbing your wrists and pulling them down to your sides so he can stand in front of you, look you in the eye as he says, "I did this to protect you. I did this for us,” his breath reeks of alcohol, and you’re leaning as far against the wall as he continues, “for you.” "I never asked for this," your voice breaks as you speak, and you struggle to pull yourself out of his grip; but he's far stronger, his grip becoming almost painful, and your continued attempts to escape weaken. “He was my friend, and he was your friend too, wasn’t he?” There’s no response from Cib, not that you were expecting one. “He didn’t—” you close your eyes for a moment, sniffling as you try to force away the tears, “he didn’t deserve this!” "(Y/n), we can just forget about this, alright? We'll just, we'll keep going, like it never happened." His voice is desperate, and he leans down to your level, one of his bloodied hands moving to cup your cheek as he adds, "Please." He’s crying, tears rolling down his cheek, and your chest feels heavy. The moment feels like it might never end, his gaze piercing, his thumb brushing away the tears that streak down your face. Eventually though, you tear yourself away, ducking around him and running to the door with no clue of where you’re going. You can feel the smear of blood on your skin, hear him calling after you, and you just keep running, refusing to turn around.

That is, until you reach your car, and realize you have nothing on you but the phone in your hand. The sound of Cib’s footsteps only get closer, and you take a shallow breath before turning around, shuddering when you see him.

“(Y/n), please— please, don’t be afraid of me. I’m not gonna hurt you, I would never—”

“You killed him… he was your friend and you killed him; Cib, how could you, how could you kill anyone?” You find yourself shrinking in as he moves nearer, your hands moving to wipe away both the tears and blood that stained your cheeks.

“I couldn’t, I— I didn’t,” he runs a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth as he goes on to say, “all I could think about was you, and how he was always thinking about you. The fucker said he loved you, and I couldn’t— I couldn’t fucking stand it. He was trying to take you away, I couldn’t just let him.” His voice had grown to a shout, but at the sight of your trembling figure, his tone softens, “Friends don’t cross each other like that.”

Before you can say anything, he continues, “I just… I just wanted to teach him a lesson, and then— I looked down, and— and there was so much blood and he wasn’t moving and I, I, I didn’t know what to do…” He falls against you, pulling you close against him, and you can’t bring yourself to struggle against him. Sobbing softly into your hair, his fingers cling to the fabric of your shirt and you find yourself frozen in his arms. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to,” he repeats it like a mantra, his voice barely a whisper.

Against your better judgement, you wrap your arms around him, your hand rubbing his back as he somehow holds you tighter. The blood on his hands stains your pajama shirt as it had your skin, and you can feel your ribcage shrink around your already straining lungs, crushing your pounding heart.

Hands trembling, you try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go, and you can’t find the strength to struggle as he leans almost all his weight against you. “Please don’t leave me,” he mumbles into your hair, his nails slightly digging into your back as he holds you to him, “I can’t lose you.”

“Cib, I—”

“Just let go of her, dude.”

You both hear James’ voice, and while you try to glance over to where he is, Cib just turns away, pulling you with him. His arms are almost crushing you now, and you’re struggling to breathe, trying to push him away as you say, “It hurts, Cib, please, just—”

“No! No, no, no, no, you’re not taking her away from me,” he almost growls, and your panic grows, pulse pounding in your ears as you begin to hit him. “Babe, just calm down, I got you—”

“You’re hurting me, let go!”

“If I let you go, they’ll take you,” he murmurs into your ear, pulling away to look you in the eye. His hands easily grip your wrists, both stopping you from hitting him and holding you in place. “I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

Your voice is weak when you respond, holding his gaze as you remind him, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He freezes at that, looking at you almost in shock, not saying a word, his grip still not loosening in the slightest. However, James makes quick work of that, easily removing Cib’s hands from you and pushing you in Steve’s general direction. You can’t keep from stumbling slightly, your legs shaking as you listen to the chaos behind you, James doing his best to calm, or maybe subdue, Cib.

And then you finally notice Steven’s presence, and how he’s looking at you with sad eyes, and how his arms are open just slightly; and then he’s gently wrapping an arm around your shoulders, telling you something. You can’t process any of his words, but they’re softly spoken, and you lean into your friend’s side as he starts to walk you away from the scene.

“You can stay with me and Alyssa tonight…”

“Don’t fucking do this, man.”

“…we’ll figure this shit out in the morning…”

“Let me go, dude, you can’t— you can’t take her!”

“…hopefully.”

Steve ushers you into the passenger seat, and as he closes the door, you look out the window to see an almost rabid Cib, fighting against James and slowly tiring himself out. Hugging your arms around your torso, you sink into the seat, body still trembling.

“We’re gonna figure this out, alright?” Steve assures you, reversing out of the parking lot as James struggles to push Cib into his own car. You know he’s not sure, though, he’s just trying to make you feel better, calm you down. Somehow, it still helps.

“I know.”

[trecotrash]

Quick question

How many of you would want an imagine based off of a long distance realtionship?

[rtscrobbles]

Could you do a Parker or Steven one-shot (smut or fluffy) where they get jealous over how close the reader is with the other guys and decides to make sure they know she's his? Ps. I love your writing btw it's absolutely amazing =^.^=

     You noticed Steven glaring at you awkwardly from across the room as you engaged in a conversation with Cib, Parker, Alfredo and James. It was about another potential band that Cib was creating -- he seemed enthusiastic for you to join. You weren’t talented nor did you really have a care, but you nodded, smiled and laughed at whatever Cib said. 

      Cib begins to rest his head on your shoulder, you could feel the burning stare from Steven. What the fuck is his problem? You thought to yourself as Cib began humming and playing with your hair. Hard believe he was a grown man at times. Steven stood up and shoved his chair in and stormed off into one of the back rooms. Everyone glared at each other. 

  “Is Steve-y okay?” Alfredo perks up, you just shrugged your shoulders. Gently, you shove Cib off your shoulder and he falls straight onto the couch, his head next to James’s thigh. “I’ll see what’s wrong,” You announce just as you leave the room. 

  You find Steven sitting on the desk that was in the back room. It really wasn’t ever used for anything, it was just there for storage most of the time since the office was really small. His head was pressed against the table.

  “Steven, what’s wrong?” 

“You know exactly what’s wrong Y/N,” 

“Actually, no I don’t.” The stern voice came out and Steven looked up and glared at you. “How could you not know?”

“Not know what?”

“Everyone is into you Y/N! I mean everyone! I can’t just have one fucking thing to myself can I? No. I saw the way James and Parker looked at you. Fuck, I wouldn’t even be surprised if Autumn was checking you out! If you don’t want me anymore don’t do it this way, plea -”

Before Steven could say another word, you lent across the table and pressed your lips against his. You brought you knees up, now you were kneeling on the table and your hands cupped his cheeks as you kissed him more and more passionately. Steven pulled away reluctantly and smiled. 

 “No-one could ever replace you Steven, never.” 

  “Y/N, do you think we could call it a day.. I mean it’s pretty stressful day so far..”

“Steven, it’s only midday.” 

“It’s been a very stressful day, Y/N. I think me and you need some alone time,” 

 “Definitely,” You nod, very much so liking the thought of what he was implying.

[thatesqcrush]

Valentine’s B!ngo!!

To keep the merriment going after kink bingo & holiday bingo, I now present Valentine’s Bingo! Like all others, there will be a prize to someone who participates! Disclaimer: I will be choosing the winner of holiday bingo shortly, so stay tuned!

Still have your attention?! Wonderful, lets move along...rules under the cut!

PRIZE: A custom fic of your choosing! 

Rules:

1. Start date: 2/1/21. End date: 2/28/21. No posting before 2/1 please!

2. Pick a square! Pick a row! Fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

3. All works of art welcome. One shots, drabbles, moodboards, whatever your fancy. If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a keep reading. One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter). Fics can be smutty; angsty/whump; fluff; whatever your heart desires. Just put appropriate warnings (i.e.: dubcon).

4. Wait - there’s a song listed - what am I supposed to do? The song is the prompt! I encourage you to listen to the song (obvs you do not have to). You must use 2-4 lines from the song into your fic. They need to be in bold so the reader can see what you used. Lines like, “oh, oh, oh....” or “la, la, la... “ do not count.

5. FREE SQUARE: You can do whatever you wish - but you must use a prompt or song from the honorable mentions list (below).

6. You must  tag me in your story. Also you must send me a DM with the links to your stories. You must also use the hashtag: #thatesqcrushvdaybingo

7.Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC)**

Rafael Barba

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Kevin Mulrooney

Dennis DiPalma

Bryan Kneef

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Elliot Stabler

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Kim Greylek

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

(If someone isn’t listed and you want to write them, just DM me).

8. No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC).

9. You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

HONORABLE MENTIONS LIST: I want to thank everyone who took the time to message me with suggested songs, whether on anon or off anon. But especially to: @tropes-and-tales @prurientpuddlejumper @delia26 @barbasimp @teamsladsandgents @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @madamsnape921 @law-nerd105 @darkheart-brightsmile @madpanda75. You are all kick ass rockstars! 

Songs/Prompts for FREE SQUARE

Prompts: pining; unrequited love; candy; flowers; soulmates; sex pollen.

Songs:

Undiscovered First - Feist

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

FRIENDS - Marshmallo + Anne Marie

Love You to Death by Starset

Boop by Jeff and Casey Williams

Me w/o Us by Set it Off

Seventeen - heathers the musical

10,000 hours - Dan + Shay feat. Justin Bieber

From the Ground up - Dan + Shay

I heard Goodbye - Dan + Shay

Think of You - Chris Young and Cassadee Pope

Goodbye - Chris Young

Who I am with you - Chris Young

Tomorrow - Chris Young

I want Crazy - Hunter Hayes

Diane – Cam

Anachronism by Crywolf

Wild Horses by The Sundays

Never My Love by The Association

Your Song by Elton John

king of wishful thinking

All my life by K-Ci and Jo Jo

Unworthy of Your Love, ya know, from Assassins by the Stephen Fucking Sondheim

Sexy Lady by Shaggy 

Q (Best One of Our Lives) by Evans Blue

Pour some Sugar on me - Def Leppard

Let's hear it for the boy - Deniece Williams

Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

Marry Your Daughter - BRKN RBTZ 

Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" 

Bruce Springsteen's "I'm on Fire"

Young the Giant's "Silvertongue" 

Fleetwood Mac's "Dream" 

The Cars' "Just What I Needed" 

Billy Joel's "Matter of Trust" 

Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls 

Stupid – Kacey Musgraves

Love Done Gone – Billy Currington

Down Today – Jonathan Coulton

You Ruined Everything – Jonathan Coulton

There’s a Fine, Fine Line – Avenue Q 

Crazy - Patsy Cline

Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off – Fred Astaire 

Something’s Gotta Give – Fred Astaire

Buttons - Pussycat Dolls

Against All Odds  -Phil Collins

Come on Closer - Jem

Wish I Knew You - The Revivalists 

Potential Breakup Song (Explicit) - Aly & AJ

Criminal - Fiona Apple

**newly added songs as of 2021-01-17**

Blue Jeans - Lana del Rey

Nice to Meet You - Niall Horan

I Think Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Possession - Sarah McLachlan

Why Can’t I? - Liz Phair

Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

Let Me Love You Like A Woman - Lana del Rey

Undiscovered First - Feist

No Diggity - Chet Faker

Feelin’ Love - Paula Cole

Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez & The Scene

Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

I Wish I Was The Moon - Neko Case

Before I Ever Met You - Banks

Who Do You Love - Chainsmokers

Back at One - Brian McKnight

Easy - Emiliana Torrini

River - Bishop Briggs

Favorite Record - Fall About Boy

We’ve Got Tonight - Bob Seger

10. Any questions let me know. AGAIN HAVE FUN!

[opaljm]

want you to be mine (m) | teaser ii – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ college/university!au + roommates to lovers!au + biochemistry major!taehyung + english major!reader + so much pining

➻ genres: mostly angst, some fluff, this entire thing is romance, smut

➻ length & status: 2k; teaser ii

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; sexual fantasization, male masturbation, male receiving hand job from female, male receiving blow job from female

➻ summary: Is it possible to be in love with someone you’ve never met? Or to be in love with two girls at the same time? Or maybe Kim Taehyung has no idea what love truly is. But he knows one thing for sure, this is all Park Jimin’s fault for kicking him out of their apartment before their final year at university and making him move in with his girlfriend’s old roommate.

➻ a/n: Since I still haven’t completed this story, enjoy this completely R rated and entirely unedited teaser.

➻ disclaimer: While this story is written in the second person pov so that readers can insert themselves into the story, the female character has been given several specific characteristics such as dyed red/dark hair that is very long and she is shorter/smaller than Taehyung although specific height and weight is not mentioned.

⋆ my masterlist ⋆ teaser i ⋆

Opening the door to a darkened apartment, Taehyung again wished that he could have brought his dog Yeontan with him to university, but he recognized that his parents would probably be able to take better care of him than he could with his hectic schedule. He wondered what you were up to, but since you weren’t at the apartment… he took the opportunity to be a slob and slip off his backpack and his shoes, leaving a trail of clothes and belongings leading to the bathroom door where he stepped in to take a long hot shower to get rid of the weariness from the entirely too long day.

Shivering once inside the shower stall, Taehyung quickly turned the water faucet dials to be just below scalding and watched as the shower head above him let out a huge burst of hot water and the bathroom slowly filled with steam. As the water poured over him soaking his dark hair to the darkest black, he rested his head against the gray marble shower tiles you had cleaned two days ago.

He never expected his last year of university to be going this way. Jungkook and Seokjin had told him that he had been too harsh on Jimin; after all, Jimin had found him a new and better apartment. Yoongi and his friends were more reserved, they didn’t think Taehyung was wrong to feel his anger but Taehyung got the feeling that even Yoongi had gotten tired of how long he had let this run and that he had probably thought that he would have mended the bridges with Jimin by now.

With his eyes still closed to keep out the stream of water dripping down his face, Taehyung blindly groped for his shampoo on the ledge closest to him. His fingers grabbed it successfully but knocked over two other bottles which fell to the black tiled shower floor with a clang. With a frown he reached down and grabbed your matching set of minty shampoo and conditioner to set it back in place. It was strange that he had never seen you enter the bathroom. Did you take showers in the dead of night when he was asleep? Or did you plan your schedule in such a way that you were home in the middle of the day while he was off in his classes and took your showers then?

You were so strange, he thought bitterly. Why would you intentionally go out of your way to avoid him? If you needed him to be here so you felt safer, wouldn’t it be better if you actually got to know him? You were living with a stranger in your home. How could you possibly feel safe about that?

As he rinsed off the shampoo out of his hair and reached for his body wash his gaze fell on the body butter you kept in the shower to no doubt lather all over your body after the shower. He raised an eyebrow in wonder… was he actually contemplating it? As his hand inched towards your body lotion, he thought of the basket of clean laundry you would sometimes leave by the front door or in the living area, too tired to take it back into your room and fold it. He thought of the lacy bralettes and cheeky pairs of panties that always made like half of your laundry. He had not been tempted yet to go into your room that was always open like his, since none of the doors, excluding the bathroom’s, had any locks, but he felt like you had enough underwear to go through three months without running out and washing laundry. He was certain that you had more underwear than clothes since it felt like all you were ever washing was an endless array of underwear. He also knew you liked to wear thin cotton shorts and skinny jeans in every possible shade of blue and tight shirts in pastel and bright colors.  

He knew enough about you that even if he knew nothing about what you looked like; he could still come up with a good mentalization of what you could look like. The long red tinged fallen stray hairs he’d vacuumed, made his faceless Y/N a burgundy haired angel that had wavy tresses falling to her hips. The clothes he spied in the laundry hamper made you have generous proportions. The size 7 shoes that sat next to his size 10 shoes meant that you were definitely shorter than him. As he slathered the citrus-y thick body cream over his length and grabbed his dick harshly, he was frustrated. While usually just being in the shower surrounded by the smell of your products was enough to bring him to the edge, he needed more today. He needed a face. He needed to know what color your lips were and how shiny they got when you licked your tongue over them. Was your tongue pointy? Did you have any piercings? What color were your eyes? And how did they look when you were full of hunger and lust?

Slowly your flickering image got replaced by the more definite and resolute image of his favorite barista, Vanilla. Your long red hair darkened until it was almost black like hers and it got pulled up into a messy bun. The fuzzy and nondescript impression he had of your face received sharp carefully threaded eyebrows that had a single silver hoop going through the right one. Your eyes were now dark and surrounded by nude eye-shadow and soft smudged brown eyeliner. Your lips became pouty and painted with brick colored lipstick instead of the sharp deep red he usually imagined. You tasted like coffee, sugar, and peppermint when he kissed you in his head. You and Vanilla were no longer distinguishable in his mind. He grabbed this new amalgamated version of you two close to him in his mind. She brushed her hard nipples against his chest and slid a hand down his water slickened body to his hardened cock.

Your— her hand was tight and unforgiving around him and you— she, stroked it relentlessly in a steady and fast manner. Up and down, her hand fisted his cock as she furiously rushed him headlong towards an orgasm. Just when Taehyung thought he couldn’t take it anymore she released her grip and sank to her knees in front of Taehyung. Vanilla didn’t have any tongue piercings so the girl in his imagination did not either. She took as much of him as she could. His cock hit the back of her throat as she bobbed his dick in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his balls and tugged on them gently as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked his cock intensively.

A moan ripped out of Taehyung’s throat, echoing around the bathroom. He panted as he rubbed his fist around his shaft even more fervently and imagined her running her tongue along the underside of his cock to his crown where she licked all around the crowned tip like a lollipop before dabbing her tongue in his slit and taking his dick in her mouth all over again. The way she was looking up at him with trust and lust in her eyes as she passionately sucked his cock made him angry. He wanted to punish you. Punish Vanilla. Punish the girl in his head. He didn’t know anymore. He imagined himself fucking her throat until she was gagging on it and her mouth was messy with precum and spit. It was enough to finally take him over the edge.

Taehyung watched his cum shoot out of his cock in thick viscous pale streams, painting the dark marble tiles white before dripping down and getting washed away down the drain. He hurriedly washed up and wrapped a fluffy oversized towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bathroom. He had forgotten to bring a change of clothes inside with him. When he stepped into the hallway he was surprised to no longer see his crumpled clothes line it. Walking barefoot to his bedroom, he stopped in front of the door where his backpack was perched against it, with his clothes loosely folded on top of it. You had come home some time during his shower. Did you walk by the bathroom door while Taehyung had let out his passionate moans as you were picking up his clothes? His cheeks pinkened in embarrassment as he bent down to grab his things before entering his room. He was not going to leave his bedroom until tomorrow morning. It was the least he could do after making you pick his worn socks and boxers off the floor.

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution - Non Commercial - No Derivatives 4.0 International License

©OPALJM 2020

[aplaceforrtprompts]

do you watch sugar pine 7?? if so would u ever write for the soft boys??

I do not watch them currently so I don’t write for them sorry :(

Some amazing writers who do are (Be sure to make their prompts are open before requesting):

@the-baewoodchronicles

@rt-reader-inserts

@roosterteethrambles

@callmecowchop

[cowchopimagine]

WHAT I WONT WRITE •nsfw •I’m not very familiar with this fake chop au and until I state otherwise I won’t write for it. This doesn’t mean that I won’t write anything with crime in it, I just won’t write anything specifically stated to be fake chop unless one of y'all want to let me in on what it’s about. •I probably won’t be able to write for a really obscure pairing. I think any ships within the Cow Chop crew would be okay, but I don’t watch any of the other groups associated with them. This includes Funhaus, Sugar Pine 7, Achievement Hunter, etc. Pairings that involve those groups probably won’t be something that I can write about. •I literally can’t remember what these are called, but I won’t do any request that is name-specific. What I mean by this is that I won’t write a reader insert with any specific name for the reader. I hope this makes sense.

•I’m not writing for jakob, even though I said I would earlier because I’m still not sure whether or not he wants to be written about and I’m not comfortable putting anything out there that he would be uncomfortable with.

HOW TO REQUEST To request an imagine or preference, you can either comment on any chapter in my wattpad book, send an ask to my tumblr, or you can message me on wattpad. Please don’t forget to tell me if you have a preferred set of pronouns that you’d like to be used if you want a reader insert. If no pronouns are listed in your request, I’m just going to use they/them.

Fics from here will be posted on Wattpad, but fics from Wattpad will not be posted here. Just know that there’s extra content over there.

Wattpad: basiis (Cow Chop Imagines // REQUESTS OPEN)

[shugarpines-blog]

— introduction

hej! bonjour! hi! i’m rye and i am throwing myself into the sugar pine 7 fan fiction community because i am a slut for reader insert fics and There Are Not Enough. please hear my call and send me your ideas because i want to write them for you. blease

[rt-reader-inserts]

Our Girl

Pairing: Cib x Reader x Sami Jo

Word Count: 1,413

Prompt: This is a lil poly fluff piece I wrote for @adamantium-ellis, Sami Jo and Cib comforting reader after a bad day. (Love you Mandy <3)

You walk into your apartment, at the end of what feels like the longest day you’ve ever had, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of your two favorite people dancing together. They both keep occasionally glancing at their feet, trying to actually slow dance to whatever song it is that’s playing on Spotify; but there’s lots of giggling thrown into the mix as well, the two of them teasing each other’s mistakes.

Normally, you’d be beaming at the sight, but today… today, a sliver of a smile barely makes its way to your lips as you turn away, hoping to make it to the bedroom unnoticed. All you want is to hide under the sheets until it feels like you don’t exist. However, you can only turn away for a moment before you hear them calling after you, and you try your best to force a smile as you turn around.

“Hey guys, I… I’m not feeling all the great, so I, um, I think I’m just gonna go lie down for a bit,” you tell them, trying to convince yourself that it’s not lying if you really aren’t feeling well.

“What’s up, babe?” Sami Jo asks, her brows furrowing in concern as she starts to let go of Cib.

“No, no, don’t worry, it’s nothing bad or anything,” you quickly assure her, not wanting to ruin the fun they’d been having before you showed up, but you can feel your voice start to waver as you continue, “just a headache, that’s all.”

“You sure?” Cib asks, and nod your head, knowing that if you spoke, you’d just break down right there.

He and Sami Jo exchange a look before they both look back at you, which almost makes you feel worse. You can’t help but assume the worst, and the last thing you need is judgment or pity. Giving you a soft smile, she says, “Alright, well, let us know if you need anything, okay hon?”

You nod again, and hastily make your way to your room, barely closing the door behind you before the tears begin to spill over. The thoughts that were already spiraling in your mind somehow only increase tenfold as you burrow beneath the covers, curling in on yourself as you listen to the faint sound of music playing from the other room. You do your best to stifle the sobs that escape your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth as they rack your lungs, but it gets increasingly harder as the tears continue to fall.

You could only have been there for a few minutes when you hear the door open, music still playing as two sets of footsteps make their way into the room. Trying your best to hold back the sobs and whimpers that shook your frame, you can’t even bring yourself to pull back the covers and look at them. The thought of them seeing you like this, the complete and total wreck that the day has turned you into, it’s overwhelming.

So, you’re grateful when they don’t pull the covers back. Instead, you feel the covers move slightly as Sami Jo slides in behind you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she presses a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. Cib quickly finds his way under the covers as well, though not as gracefully as he fumbles slightly to lie down in front of you, murmuring a quiet “hey” as he comes face to face with you. There’s a smile on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, clearly only filled with worry as he takes in the sight of you.

“I’m sorry,” you’re quick to tell them, only crying harder now, and he hesitantly cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the tears streaking down your face.

“Hey, don’t apologize,” Sami Jo speaks softly, holding you even closer, “everyone has bad days, and you don’t have to hide from us.”

Pressing his lips against your forehead, Cib continues, “We love you too much to just let you cry alone.” He then proceeds to pepper your face with multiple kisses, drawing a small smile to your lips, but those thoughts are still racing in your mind.

“Why— why do you guys even care?” you ask quietly, and before they even have time to respond, you add, “I mean, look at you, you’re both beautiful and perfect and then I— I’m just here… I’m nothing.” Your sobs grow worse, racking your entire frame as you keep spiraling, and you can’t even look Cib in the eye as you tell them, “You deserve so much better than this.”

“Don't say that.”

“Bullshit.”

They speak at the same time, Sami Jo’s response slightly more eloquent than Cib’s, and before you can argue, she continues, “You're our girl, and we want you here, with us.”

“Don't you dare think for second that you don't belong here,” Cib adds, his face only inches away from yours. “Not to be a sappy piece of shit, but, you’re everything we could ever want, probably more.”

“We don't know what happened today, and if you don't want to tell us, that's completely okay. We’re still gonna be here for you.”

“And we’re also gonna cuddle the fuck out of you,” Cib emphasizes by wrapping his arms around both you and Sami Jo, pulling the two of you closer. He nuzzles into the crook of your for good measure, and you can’t help but laugh slightly at that. “See? Works every time.”

“You’re a dork,” you mumble, the tears beginning to slow and the sobs turning to small hiccups and sniffles.

“You love me.”

“Probably for the worst,” Sami Jo teases the two of you, and then you’re all giggling, the thoughts beginning to fade as you focus on the warmth of the two people beside you. “For real though, are you doing okay? I know sometimes a bad day is just a bad day, but you can talk to us about anything, alright?”

You nod silently, not wanting to get into anything now, knowing there would be better times when you weren’t so emotionally volatile. “I kind of think takeout and disney movies would be the best cure right now.”

“I mean, that’s a given,” Cib replies, leaning away so he can kiss the tip of your nose. “But you’re not getting away from these cuddles that easily!” His arms wrap around you and he pulls you out of Sami Jo’s arms, holding you as tight as he can.

“Hey, that’s my girl you’re stealing!” she exclaims in mock offense, suddenly sitting up and throwing off the covers in the process. As she struggles to pull Cib off of you, he just pulls you closer, shaking his head in protest.

“Your girl? Nah dude, she’s mine now,” he fires back, sticking out his tongue, and she retaliates in kind. “You know what they say, finders keepers, losers stinkers.”

You really start laughing at that, specifically at his dumb bro voice, and push him off slightly so you can pull Sami Jo into this cuddle prison. “Well, she’s my girl, so what are you gonna do about that?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow as Sami Jo laughs.

“Touché, madame, touché.”

A few hours later, you find yourself lying on the couch, head in Sami Jo’s lap as she plays with your hair, Cib sitting on the floor in front of you, leaning his head back against your thighs, and Lilo and Stitch playing on the TV. Takeout boxes and plastic silverware are strewn across the living room table, the clock now reading 11:43pm, and though you know you’ll have to get up in the morning, you’re content in living in this one moment for as long as you can.

“Thank you for this,” you murmur softly, and they both turn their heads to look at you, dorky smiles pulling at their lips.

“Of course,” Cib replies, and he takes your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

Sami Jo’s hair cascades around you for a moment as she presses a kiss to your forehead, her smile growing as she mumbles against your skin, “Love you.”

“Look at you two, bein’ a couple of dorks.”

You both laugh, Sami Jo sitting up as the two of you glance over to Cib, and you pull your hand away from his to ruffle his hair. “You love us.”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

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My dude for the song fics can you do con with Chasing Cars for NO OBVIOUS REASON WHATSOEVER

“So, question,” you speak through the silence, turning away from the stars to look at the boy lying beside you, “is there a reason you brought us all the way out here? I mean, aside from this amazing view of the stars.”

Cib hesitates, glancing over at you for only a moment as he says, “I don’t really know, just kind of… wanted to be with someone, away from everything else.”

You hum in understanding, turning your gaze back to the sky. “You couldn’t see anything like this back in the city.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice slightly dazed, and you look back over to see his eyes on you. “Hey, could I– could I try something?”

You turn on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you answer, “Go for it.”

And then he bites his lip, frozen for a moment as his eyes stay locked on yours. “Fuck it,” he mumbles before reaching out to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips suddenly meet yours. 

Your eyes stay open for only a moment, shock melting into contentment as they flutter closed, and you lean into the kiss. You can’t help the smile that finds its way onto your lips, and you can feel his laugh bubble up against them before he pulls away with a matching smile.

“So, that was okay?”

“More than okay,” you laugh softly, your hand moving to grip the front of his flannel, and you pull him in for another kiss.

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Can I get Cib x reader at a fair/theme park together pleeeeease? :D

“And you’re sure we’re safe up here?” you asked for what must have been the third time since getting on the boardwalk’s ferris wheel, and Cib couldn’t help but laugh beside you, pulling you closer to him.

“Babe, I can promise you, nothing about this is nearly as dangerous as that funnel cake we ate earlier.” He shook the front of his sweatshirt to emphasize his point, and you let out a laugh as powdered sugar somehow continued to cling to the black fabric. “And besides, that view? More than worth it.”

You let out a sigh, looking beyond the pier to the night skyline of the city. “I mean... I guess you’re right.”

“Oh, you ‘guess’?” The fingers at your side shifted slightly and a small giggle escaped your lips, a sound that only grew as he peppered kisses along the side of your cheek. “I’m hurt, (y/n).”

“Okay, okay!” you spoke through restrained laughter, pulling his hand away. “You’re completely right, the view is stunning.”

Cib pressed one last kiss to your temple before pulling away, his head resting against yours as you watched the city from the top of the wheel.

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Omg SP7 my bois!! Could you write where the reader accidentally get hurts during a bit and James is all protective and making sure the reader is okay because they're in a relationship?

(SP7 is my shit and I’m still not over the finale)

“Guys, stop filming!” You heard James say as you fell down on the floor, cradling the ankle you had just twisted. He rushed over to you and you felt the familiar weight of his hand on your shoulder as he crouched down beside you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The worry in his voice was evident and you almost laughed at how concerned he sounded.

“I should probably get a little better at skateboarding before you guys ask me to do another bit, fuck.” You massaged your ankle, which had swelled slightly already.

“As long as you’re okay, yeah?” His eyebrows were still furrowed and his voice was just above a whisper, his feelings for you shining through his actions.

“I think I’ll manage babe,” You laughed as James helped you up, walking with you as you limped to the nearest couch.

James pressed a kiss to the top of your hair, murmuring, “Promise me you’ll try to be more safe?”

“Anything for you, James,” You lifted your chin up to smile at him, feeling another kiss being pressed against your temple. He gave your shoulder a tight squeeze before leaving you alone on the couch to rest your ankle.

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Dude, hey, can I request me some reader x cib or steven fluff, maybe like where the reader is like related to either someone else from sp7 or like the rooster teeth/lets play fam? If thats not too much to ask?

    “Y/N what’s up, you don’t seem too happy?” 

Truth was, you weren’t happy. Your nerves had already kicked in and you werent even at the office yet, only a couple of miles away. You were on summer break so you were staying with your brother, Steven in Los Angeles for the entire time. You didn’t mind the noise of cars or traffic, it made you feel at home. But today Steven suggested taking you into the office instead of staying at home all day. 

  “Steven, I don’t know anyone there. What if they hate me? What if they --”

“Y/N,” Your brother cuts you off almost immediately, raising his voice an octave over yours “They’re not going to hate you, believe me they’re not. If they have a problem with you, I’ll kick their ass.” You felt a smile grow on your lips and a laugh erupted. 

Your brother, your skinny-ass twig brother, beating up people. Something you could never imagine happening but it would be quite the sight. “There’s that smile, oh and we’re here by the way,” Steven pulls up in front of what seemed to a building thriving with businesses. 

 His office was at the very top, but Steven still pretty much dragged you to where it was. When you walked inside the office, you were greeted by a lanky man with eyeshadow smudged around his eyes and dishevelled hair. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, squeezing you tightly.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Cib!” He says, placing you back down on the ground. God it was good to stand on flat ground again. “Cib, I thought I told you to be nice and not weird,”

You giggle as Cib pouted his lips, he was kinda cute. You couldn’t deny that to yourself. To distract yourself, your eyes darted over to the desk in the middle of the room where Autumn was working. You and Autumn were friends and you always looked forward to seeing her. “Y/N!” She squeals, jumping from her desk, running and hugging you. You wrapped your arms equally as tight around her. “Hey Autumn,” You smile. 

  Cib stood there awkwardly as you and Autumn talked. The rest of the Sugar Pine 7 crew came out of god knows where and introduced themselves to you. You decided that they were all pretty cool people, especially Cib. You couldn’t take him off your mind, whenever you looked at him, he was looking back and when he noticed you staring, he looked away. 

Love at first sight? Nah, impossible.

   Lunchtime came around and there was a dispute about what to get. “Y/N and I can drive around and get something, I can show her around as well.” Cib stood up and suggested, you gave Autumn a look. She nodded confidingly. She knew.

  “Alright,” You shrug, its not like you were going to say no anyway. Food is food and there’s no way in the world that you’d turn that down. You clambered into Cib’s car, and the first thing you noticed was a vape in the middle console. “Shit, sorry about that,” Cib muttered, picking up the vape and opening the glovebox.

You push his hand away, “Dude, it’s fine. I’m not judging.” 

“You seem cool, y’know, for being Steven’s sister and all,” Cib mentions, his eyes transfixed on the road but you felt his eyes glare back to you ever so often. Your mind wondered to other places, maybe you could take the long way home.. 

   “Yeah I guess, you’re pretty cool yourself,” You say, instantly regretting those words. Your heart began to pulse, you fucked up. You made a fool of yourself in front of this cute guy who just so happens to be your brother’s co-worker. You probably fucked things up for yourself. 

 “Wait, where are we?” You look around, you were pretty much in the middle of no-where with two buildings that stood side by side with an allyway in the middle. It was dark and confined. Cib unbuckled his seatbelt and crawlled over to you, ghosting his hands around your thigh, making you gasp and he sits down in your lap. 

 His hands up your cheeks, he pulls your face in closer and pushes his soft lips again yours. You felt his body move closer into you but there was noway in the world you were pushing him away. You kissed him back, just as passionately, your hands going from being around his neck to his hips. Cib made subtle rocking movements as your fingers ran along the hem of his pants. 

  You felt his warm breath against your lips as he pulled away. You didn’t want him to stop. You were so intoxicated with... him. His eyes stare into yours with a smile forming on his lips as his hands ran through your hair. You looked at him with loving, begging eyes. “Y/N, fuck, I love you.” 

“I love you too Cib, now, where were we..”