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unknownwriting · 4 years

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Summary: Some hcs with Zhongli and his lover who is also a history nerd

Character(s): Zhongli

Warnings: None :)

Notes: I either simple for a 7000 year old daddy or a 3000 year old femboy, there’s no in-between 😤

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Little back ground

Growing up, you’ve always been obsessed with the ideas of archons and visions. You weren’t really sure why or how they caught your interest, you just know that you were fascinated by the idea. So of course, after spending your whole childhood reading about archons and visions, the first thing you did when you go older was get a vision. You weren’t sure how you would get a vision all you know is that you needed to be recognized by the an archon. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to get recognized and earn your vision. The first step for learning all about visions and archon was complete

The 2nd step was actually going to a place that had a god. Up until now you lived in Mondstadt, which was an amazing place by itself. The people were so sweet, the food was delicious, the whole place was homey. With no god, the people were able to live with freedom and no grand traditions, however it wasn’t enough to satisfy your desire to learn all about gods. With your vision out of the way the 2nd thing was to now go to a place that is still influenced by a god. And what better place than Liyue. It’s somewhat close to Mondstadt and it is still heavily influenced by Lex Rapis, even if he has passed on.

The first thing you did in Liyue was trying and befriend at least a few people so you weren’t alone. And along the surprisingly many you ended up befriending, one seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Zhongli, a funeral parlor attendant.

He was a weird man, good looking man but weird. He looking no older than is late 20s yet he spoke and acted with the grace of someone with many years of experience. And yet, you found it to easy to talk to him. His vast knowledge of information it just what you were looking for when you came to Liyue. Not only was he surprisingly good eye candy to enjoy but he also helped you learn things that most of Liyue historians don’t seem to know

Dating Zhongli

How the 2 of you started to date is kinda basic. You had already spent so much time with him that it hardly felt any different. But of course, Zhongli being a gentleman and all he at least wanted to make it feel official. So he booked dinner at one of Liyue famous dinner spot.

Now we all know Zhongli is very big on traditions and order (hehe lil joke there 🤧) but yeah. So don’t be surprised when Zhongli shows up in a suit and tie holding a huge bouquet of glaze lillies. Now you loved the whole set, the flowers were gorgeous and Zhongli in a suit never looked better but that doesn’t mean you don’t tease him about it. Normally when the 2 of you were together you would also tease Zhongli about being old because he knows so many things and he would just sho it away but this time he actually seemed flustered. A small blush covered his cheeks. Your we’re definitely gonna to be remembering that for years

Now that date went say planned and the 2 of you officially started dating. Although it didn’t feel like things changed much, in a good way. Zhongli was still as old and as wide as ever and you were just as passionate to learn. However, it would’ve been nice to know that Zhongli is a very passionate lover too. A modest, but passionate one. Always giving kisses on your hands, buying you little things, and just doing everyone a gentleman would do. It was kinda overwhelming at first but just like the rest of him, you came to love it.

Library dates, library dates, library dates, library dates, library dates 🥺

The 2 of you definitely end up doing nothing but hanging out at a library, drinking some tea and listening to Zhongli’s stories about the old days. It was not different from before you 2 were dating but seeing how the 2 of you were committed to the relationship now Zhongli would tell you everything in great detail.

Things you probably never even heard of her talks about. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, well yeah, he didn’t trust you at first but he had a good reasons. Coming across something like you is rare nowadays, being so passionate and honest, so he wasn’t sure what you were doing with the information until he solidified his relationship with you.

Definitely has your own theories about your older lover. Like him being a time traveler or maybe a vampire or zombie. It’s kinda childish and kinda stupid but Zhongli knows things not even the oldest in Liyue know.

Picnic dates during a bright Sunny day. Zhongli will prepare his favorite snacks and tea then bring you to another really ancient spot that seems like a stop out of fairy tale. there he’ll tell you about what’s going on at work and what’s he been up too and just random trivia about the area.

He’s very talkive when it was just to 2 of you. That’s when he’ll let it slip that he’s Rex lapis, or something that gives it away. He doesn’t even seem to notice until you practically jumped up and called him out for it.

You definitely had a heart attack when he tell you that’s he’s like 7000 years old. And now that his biggest secret is out of the way, how he knows everything makes sense.

Although it’s not like you cared, you still fell in love with him and maybe even more. I mean it’s not everyday you get the date a god. Definitely a big confidence boost knowing that you were able to win over a god’s heart.

It took you a while to learn and even realize it but Zhongli is a lot more depressed than you thought. You can’t blame him tho, he’s lived for over 7000 ish years and had to watching everything be created and destroyed. Including his contacts and relationships.

So there will be a lot of moments where the 2 of you just cuddle in silence, with you relaxing and maybe catching a few z’s while Zhongli will just simply enjoy your company.

In moments like these, he’ll always have a hand on you, whether it’s on your hand, on your thigh or playing with your hair. He feels so much comfort in holding you and feeling you.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out that Zhongli is a very passionate lover when it comes to everything. He also gives the best. Kisses, hugs, dates...even more suggestive things 😳

But it only gives you all the more reason to fall in love with him.

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 8]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, dom!seungcheol, blowjob, cumplay, overstimulation, minor degradation/dirty talk, big dick seungcheol is in the house ladies ‘n gents, what we’ve all been waiting for!!! 😩💕 this was actually meant to be a shorter chapter which I guess depending on how you look at 5k words I guess that can be seen as short!!, anyway thank you so much for your patience 🥺 I know a ton of you were waiting for this and it’s finally here!! hehe~ enjoy! have a great weekend!! 🍒

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“Well… It’s not much but welcome home for the next few days.”

Seungcheol helps you into his studio apartment; setting your things by the bed before turning to you.

“So, I take it the cat isn’t real then, huh?” You joke, plopping down onto the sofa. He shoots you a sheepish smile when he sits on the other end, cheeks blooming crimson.

“Uh… no, sorry... If there’s anything I lied about, it was definitely only the cat.”

The two of you share a laugh as you look around the apartment, noting the cookbooks on the kitchen countertop and the extensive PC setup on his desk. “Oh, I should show you around. I mean, it’s not much, but I figure I should let you know where everything is.”

You nod, getting up as Seungcheol starts showing you around the place. He shows you to the bathroom, lets you know where he keeps all of his snacks and even pauses to give you the wi-fi password. You follow him around the place, remarking that it seemed more homey and lived-in than your space did.

“I mean, it’s not much, but it’s comfy. I even tried to be a plant dad but I forgot to water them so that didn’t really work out.”

“Maybe just buy the fake ones for aesthetic purposes, y’know? Give it a greenhouse vibe.”

Seungcheol nods; chuckling as he brings you back to the living space. “Okay, I should go get the things from ‘Guk before it gets any later. And you have a show to do tomorrow too so we should definitely setup once I get back.” He makes sure he has all of his things, keys jingling in his hold as he makes his way to the door.

“Do you need anything else while I’m out? I’ll probably be about 45 minutes, give or take an hour if I catch traffic.”

You shake your head ‘no’ in response, walking up to him. “Just drive safe~” Waving, you wait until the door lock falls into place before you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In truth, you’d never stopped thinking about the video you had uploaded hours earlier. It had lingered at the back of your head the entire day despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts to keep your mind off of the entire thing.

It was the first time you were alone all day and you were finally ready to face the repercussions of your actions, should they have gone sour.

Sitting on the sofa, you unlock your phone before hesitantly opening a web browser and typing in the URL for the camming website. Taking a deep breath, you login, already nervous when the browser lags due to the amount of notifications.

Your eyes quickly flit across the multitude of comments; cheeks hot as your fingers go numb.

“Oh my god…”

Seungcheol gets an earful once he gets the equipment from Jeongguk’s place; the younger male’s smug face ingrained in Seungcheol’s head even when he gets back to the apartment in record speed.

It takes him a bit of trapezing to get everything in one go, cables spilling out of the box that Jeongguk haphazardly put together, but Seungcheol manages to get the door open.

“Oh my god, ‘Cheol, there you are! Please hurry, come look at this!”

He quickly drags in the box, kicking the door shut before hurriedly jogging over to the sofa where you sat with your laptop. “I--I… I don’t know what to say, I’m just…” You quickly turn the screen to let him read the comments, a wide and giddy smile on your face.

‘Whoa… this is amazing…’

‘Wait who’s the guy???’

‘Please please more content like this’

‘Fuck you sound so good begging for daddy like this…’

‘In public? Such a naughty girl… but daddy will give it to you since you asked so nicely…’

‘Shit you really do look good getting fucked like this… better than your toys tbh’

“Whoa…” Seungcheol breathes out, scrolling through the rest as he sits next to you. “It seems like it did pretty damn well, huh?” You nod feverishly, leaning over him as you click on the video’s revenue page.

“‘Cheol look at this… The donations and revenue from this video alone... I--It’s… it’s more than I get in some of my live shows…” You trail off, wide eyes meeting Seungcheol’s equally shocked face.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment; various thoughts running through your head at the possibilities.

Seungcheol fares no different, already feeling the atmosphere change when you place the laptop on the coffee table.

“Seungcheol…” He can only chuckle in response, already knowing the next words that would spill from your lips.

“Let me take a wild guess… You want to film more like this?”

Nodding, you lean in close to him, wrapping your own arms around his as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I know we kinda… agreed to not get intimate so fast and--and I think we have a lot we need to talk about but ‘Cheol… I--I don’t want to beg but… Would you? Film some videos with me, I mean? They don’t have to be, like, both of us, they can just be from your POV and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with doing on camera!”

He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares off into the living room. “How about this… Let’s set up, since you have a show to do tomorrow. And then Tuesday morning before I head to work, we can talk about it. I’m not saying no, I’m just… there’s some ground rules I think we need to put down first. Hard limits, things we’re okay with filming… Y’know, just, what we’re comfortable with.”

“Okay, yeah! That makes total and complete sense~” You open your mouth to speak again, only a small squeak coming out instead. “Hmm? Something the matter?”

“Just… Thank you. For everything. I really didn’t expect this to do as well as it did and--and just, I guess I’m in shock?” You laugh, pulling away from Seungcheol as he stares down at you. “And to be honest… I mean, it’s not like we haven’t thought about each other, right?”

Seungcheol feels his body getting warmer by the passing second; gulping when he understands what you mean. “Y-yeah, it’s just.. Hah, I guess I thought I’d have more time to woo you over.”

Letting out an airy laugh, you stand from the sofa and make your way towards the momentarily forgotten box of equipment; dragging it towards the bed before you sit on the floor next to it. “You have plenty of time to do that~ And anyway, who says I’m not already woo’d over?” You place a ring light down by your side just as Seungcheol sits on the bed, watching as you go through the items.

“Wow, Jeongguk sure has a lot of really nice equipment in here! Are you sure it’s okay we borrowed it?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a nerd for video equipment and I’m pretty sure as long as we don’t break anything we’re good.”

It only takes about 35 minutes and Seungcheol stepping on an outlet plug to finish setting up all the lighting equipment and camera as you and Seungcheol finally plop down onto the bed.

“Jeez, I never realized how convoluted it was to set up a few ring lights and one camera. I don’t want to see another cable for at least 50 years.” Seungcheol jokes; wiping a bead of sweat that trickles down his temple. “Is this how it’s set up at your place?”

“Mmhmm~ All the time. It’s like I’m never really ‘offline’.”

He stands from the bed a second later, walking to the fridge to get some water for the two of you. “Really? You don’t ever put the equipment away?”

You sigh softly, flopping onto your back onto the cold sheets. “In a perfect world I would, but it gets really annoying to always take down and put everything back up so I usually kind of just leave them in their places. But it’s fine ‘cause it’s only me anyway and I’m lazy~”

Seungcheol laughs as he places a glass of water next to the bed. “I guess that’s fair. I’d probably do the same.” You get comfy on his bed; eyes already threatening to slide shut.

“We should probably get some sleep, huh? I have work in the morning…” He mumbles, watching as you already seem to drift off into sleep.

“Mmhmm~”

Seungcheol’s bed is comfy.

So comfy that you barely register him leaning down to let you know that he’d be leaving for work. And so comfy that you spend most of your day in it until he gets back.

“Honey, I’m home~” He singsongs; kicking his shoes off at the door before making his way into the kitchen. “I grabbed some takeout on the way back, hope you don’t mind. My cookbooks came in a while ago, but to be honest, I’ve barely even looked at ‘em, much less even opened them up.”

“I don’t mind~ And thank you!”

The two of you set up in the living space, placing the food on the coffee table and easing onto the rug. “So how was work, darling~?”

Seungcheol chokes on a bite of food in an instant, hand on his chest as he tries to swallow it down. “Urgh, f-fine!” He pauses as he clears his airway. “Jeongguk really won’t let me live it down but it’s okay. He asked what you saw in me and that killed my ego a bit.” He snorts.

“Pfft, there’s a lot to like about you! He just doesn’t see ‘that’ side of you, y’know?” Seungcheol blushes, clearing his throat before trying to change the subject. “How was your day? Hope it wasn’t too boring?”

“Mmm~ Not really... Your bed is really comfy though! I didn’t wanna leave it~ Oh! And I spent some time brainstorming some ideas ‘n stuff for tomorrow!”

“Yeah? Anything good?”

Your cheeks flush crimson; a shy smile on your lips. “Maybe~ But we’ll save it for our talk!!”

dom.cheol: aren’t you a pretty lil thing?

angelhan has donated $70

dom.cheol has donated $300

artist8hao: oh? A new location again? It looks nice

alphagyu97: are we all forgetting the most important thing??

alphagyu97: whos the dude???

universe_WZ: you sound pressed over there, u ok?

hoshi_tiger_xx: honestly idrc that video was HOT

“Oh my gosh~ You guys!!” Your eyes flit to the side where Seungcheol sits with his phone in hand; a sly smirk on his face when your eyes meet. “Actually, I didn’t know you’d all like it so much… I kinda just thought to do it on the fly and my---my friend, um, agreed to help me…” Mumbling, you shyly readjust on Seungcheol’s sheets.

gc__koo: a friend? interesting tell me more

sleepy_wonu: who tf

kitty_junjun: i see our babygirl is getting more regulars~ so popular~

You giggle cutely as you tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “Did my video do that well?” You already know the answer but you read off a few more responses, biting your lip when you glance Seungcheol’s way again.

“Actually… my friend is here with me. He’s making sure I behave~”

Seungcheol pauses, head tilted questioningly at you. He mouths a simple ‘what are you doing?’ to which you wink back, readjusting yourself against the headboard.

“He’s really shy though… So he won’t be on camera~ But… But thinking about his fingers so deep in me… Fuck I’m--I’m already…” You trail off; hand reaching for the small bullet vibrator next to you on the bed.

gc__koo: guess he really gave it to you good huh?

xcaliburDK: fuck we kno he did… god that was so hot

tangerine_kwan: ur cute lil pussy was so wet and tight around those fingers, fuck

chwenon has donated $45

chwenon: it was so diff from seeing your own fingers or toys but in a good way

You trail the small vibrator across your body; mewling when you press it against the growing wet patch on your panties. “S-so you guys wouldn’t mind seeing more?”

gentleman_josh95: fuck yea i wanna see more

therealchan99: yes god plz, wanna see that cute lil cunt stretching around a fat cock

Seungcheol blushes as he clenches his jaw, suddenly a little embarrassed.

“Yeah? Mmh, I--I want that too…” You whimper. Using your free hand, you hook your thumb into the waistband of your panties as you shimmy them down before you continue. “Do you think my friend would be so kind as to give it to me~?” You tease; spreading your legs wide in front of the camera.

dom.cheol: if you behave, maybe he will.

artist8hao: mmm he’s right, only good girls get their pussies filled with cock

“Heeeey, but I’m good, right?” You pout, brows furrowing cutely at the camera. “I’ve been so good lately… Think I deserve a reward~”

dom.cheol: do you though? Have you been good, baby?

therealchan99: uh oh trouble in paradise?

gc__koo: maybe hes jealous

Jealous!? Seungcheol exclaims in his head; reminding himself to keep quiet as he stares at you incredulously.

You can only laugh loudly in response, shaking your head as you bring the wet toy up to your lips. You lick the wetness off of the silicone, lips settling into a sly smirk when you set the vibrator to it’s strongest setting.

“Let me show you how good I can be.”

“So, restraints?”

“For me or for you?” You blink up at Seungcheol from a mouthful of cereal, hair messy as you lounge in one of his shirts you happened to find on the floor. “Uh, well, mostly for you. I’m--I’m not opposed to it but… Yeah.”

You get comfy in his makeshift sofa bed, giggling as he sits across from you. “I’m totally cool with it! Oh! Um… you… you’re clean, right? Before we continue.” He nods in response, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I got tested a few weeks ago… Just in case.”

“Okay cool, so… Hmm… ‘Cheol is there anything you don’t want to do?”

“I should be asking you that, baby. ‘Cause I’m okay with anything you want to do… I think.”

“Okay so no piss kinks and no weird diaper baby stuff then.”

Seungcheol snorts, running a hand through his hair. “Sounds good to me. Is there anything you’re… really opposed to? Like choking or spitplay or degradation... I mean, you talking about it on your camshows is different from us doing it in real life so I--I just want to make sure you’re really okay with it.” You nod slowly, taking in his words.

“Yeah… I mean, I wanna try it with you. I trust you.” Pausing, you bite your lip as you try to hide the giddy smile on your face to no avail. “If we’re being honest, the thought of you being rough with me and spitting in my mouth is kinda really hot.”

He grits his teeth, already feeling his cock throb when you say that. “Ooookay, baby, I gotta go to work after this so let’s… not go there right now, okay? I don’t need ‘Guk having any more ammo against me.”

“Sorry, ‘Cheol~ I’ll be good! And--oh, by the way… Um, what about your v-voice? What are we gonna do about that…”

Oh, right.

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating. In truth, he’d been thinking about it since you asked him to help the first time and he knew eventually he’d have to revisit the topic. It seemed like a minuscule thing, but a part of him was a little worried that he’d be recognizable. “I--I’ll think about it. I’m more okay on the idea of it but I’ll let you know before we do anything.” Nodding, you get up from the sofa the same time Seungcheol does, walking with him towards the front door.

“Oh and one last thing, ‘Cheol!”

“Hmm?”

“Safe word?”

He takes a second to think, brows furrowing as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Cranberry.”

You raise a brow, blinking up at Seungcheol. “Really? Cranberry?”

“Yeah, why not, it’s easy to remember and it’s not Cherry but it’s kinda similar?”

“That’s fair, I guess.”

“Hey hyung, cool apartment! Didn’t think I’d see it like that, if you know what I mean.”

“Don’t you have popcorn to burn?”

Seungcheol sighs a breath of relief when he turns the lock to his apartment door; already excited to see you when he gets home from work.

“I’m back!” He yells, toeing his shoes off at the entrance as he sees you quietly shuffle to the entrance.

“I… I was bad today…”

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as his eyes dance over your form still dressed in one of his t-shirts.

Oh.

Ohhhh. Okay.

“You were bad, huh? Wanna tell me what you did, baby?”

You nod in response, linking your hands with his as you guide him back towards the bed. You hand him your phone, already having it in video mode and recording by the time he adjusts it in his palm

“You don’t have to… say anything if you don’t want to.” Seungcheol nods.

Gulping, you peer up at him once you sit on the bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left for work… I--I couldn’t stop touching myself thinking about you…” You rub your thighs together; already feeling the wetness pooling between them again.

“I made myself cum and I--I used your pillow to make myself cum and got them dirty… ‘m sorry…”

Seungcheol feels himself slip into character, bringing his free hand up to your hair before he slightly tugs on it.

“So your greedy ‘lil pussy couldn’t wait ‘til I got home from work? And you got my favorite pillows dirty? Naughty ‘lil thing. I can’t even leave you alone for a few hours, can I?”

You feel your body heat up incredibly fast, head tilted up towards the camera as he brings it in closer. You were fully expecting him to keep quiet, but you were incredibly elated to hear him interacting with you. “I k-know, I’m sorry! I couldn’t s-stop thinking about your cock…” He scoffs, grinning down at you when he sees the lust already pooling in your eyes.

“How are you going to make it up to me, baby?”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty choking on my cock.”

The tears blur your vision as you swallow around him; pussy throbbing around your fingers at the feeling of him already being too big for your mouth. His hand guides you down until your lips almost reach the base of his cock, a strained moan on his lips when you gag around him. “Ngh, god, your mouth is so fuckin’ small. Bet you can’t wait ‘til my cock is in that pussy of yours, huh?”

You moan around him in response; head getting fuzzy when the lightheadedness starts to bite. You continue to thrust your own fingers into your pussy, prepping yourself for Seungcheol as you scissor and curl the digits.

Seungcheol holds you onto his cock a second more before he tugs on your hair, pulling you off of his cock as you sputter and catch your breath. “You look good like this, baby.” He smirks, letting the camera catch your messy hair, teary eyes and swollen lips before he lets go of your hair.

“Now get on the bed. Legs spread for me.”

You nod; getting up from the floor on shaky legs as Seungcheol lets the camera follow.

You strip off all your clothes and get onto the bed before resting against the pillows and spreading your legs for Seungcheol to situate himself between them.

“You need to be punished for misbehaving, sweetheart. You know you’re not allowed to cum without my permission. And you got my sheets dirty.”

“I know…” You whimper, “I couldn’t help it…”

Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. “I know you can’t. All you ever think about is my cock inside that pussy of yours. What would you do without me, baby? Do you think anyone could satisfy you like I do?”

Seungcheol slots himself between your legs, making sure to keep most of himself out of frame. He wraps his free hand around his cock, running it up and down before bringing his cock to your wet folds. He runs the head through your folds, letting it tap against your clit as you jolt. “Do you want me?” He whispers; his eyes meeting yours.

He knew this was the second everything would change for the two of you, and he wanted to make sure you truly wanted it before he took the leap.

“Yes, please… I want you so bad…” You whimper, legs wrapping around Seungcheol’s waist. He nods shakily, making sure your phone is angled down as he slowly sinks his cock into your pussy.

The two of you share a broken moan as Seungcheol’s grip on your phone tightens and your own hands find purchase in the pillow tucked underneath your head.

Seungcheol was big.

And the stretch had you whining; a small sting biting into you as he slowly eased his cock into you. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You’re already so fuckin’ tight around me. You need to relax a little more.”

You try your best to even your breathing as you also attempt to relax; pupils blown wide when you look straight into the camera. “G-god, you’re so b-big, oh, I--I’m--a-ah!” Tiny cries spill from your lips as you cum unexpectedly, nails digging into the pillow as your walls flutter around him.

“Hmm~ Only got half my cock into your tight pussy and you’re already cumming? So easy.” He laughs, letting you ride out your high as he waits.

Internally, Seungcheol was dying. There were so many things he wanted to say but couldn’t; knowing he, too, at this moment, was playing a character with you.

“Fuck, your pussy is so warm and wet and I’m not even all the way in yet. Think you can still take the rest of me, baby?”

“I, hah, y-yes, please! Wanna fuh--feel all of y-you…” Mumbling, you don’t even wait to come down from your high before you’re already wanting more; squirming underneath him.

“If you say so~”

Seungcheol inches in the rest of his cock, exhaling harshly when he bottoms out completely. “Holy fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” His free hand grips your thigh, nails digging into the flesh as he gives you a second to adjust to his size. You can feel your entire body trembling, pussy clenching around him as the sting from the stretch starts to subside and bleed into unadulterated pleasure. “God, please--please m-move!”

He starts slow at first, only shallowly thrusting into you as the two of you get used to each other’s body. And despite your first time together being on camera, Seungcheol doesn’t seem to mind all too much, although he does remember to keep himself out as much as possible.

Your breathy moans and clipped breaths are music to his ears when he starts going a little faster; the sweat starting to trickle down his temple when he keeps at a moderate pace. “O-oh, fuck!” A string of incoherent curses follow as you wince when the head of Seungcheol’s cock taps your cervix.

“Oh, go----d, right there, please, it feels so g-good!”

“Right here? Does it feel good when you’re full of my cock?” Seungcheol clenches his jaw when you tighten around him, small curses falling from his own lips.

“Yes, yes, god, fuck… I--ngh!” Your eyes clamp shut as you fully get lost in pleasure; your head tossed back into the pillow when Seungcheol thrusts into you particularly hard.

You hear him laugh lightly, followed by a buzzing noise that has your eyes peeling open. “H-huh?”

Seungcheol smiles down at you, eyes filled with mischief when he plays with the settings on the vibrator in his hand.

“Well, you wanted to cum so bad that you did it without my permission, right? Since you wanna cum so bad, let’s see it, sweetheart.” He brings the toy to your clit; letting the vibrations throw your body into overdrive as your back arches off of the sheets.

“A-ah, Seu--Mmh! Fuck ‘m g-gonna cum a-again!” You cry, thighs quivering around his waist as he keeps the silicone toy pressed up against your swollen clit.

He doesn’t let up as he starts to thrust into you quicker, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his. “God, your fuckin’ cunt was made for me. Bet you want me to cum inside too, huh? Fill you up nice and good until it’s spilling out of you?”

“Please, please, please!”

“You gotta cum for me one more time, baby. Get my cock wet.” You let out a choked cry, lashes wet with tears when he sets the toy to its strongest setting.

“Mmh, ‘m so s-sensitive… I--- I don’t know if--if I can, ah, cum a-again…” Seungcheol licks his lips watching your fucked out expression, cock throbbing between your walls. “I know you can, baby. I can feel you already getting tight around me again.”

And Seungcheol’s right; only a few more thrusts from him before you’re cumming one last time, heels digging into the small of his back as he finally shuts the toy off and grinds against you. And this time, your lips part in a silent scream, back arching off of the bed as your entire body goes rigid underneath him.

He makes sure to do a full sweep of your body through the camera in the midst of your high, halting his movements as he lets you ride it out before he continues.

“Oh my g-god, I--fu--fuck…”

Your body finally untenses after a few minutes; chest heaving in deep breaths as Seungcheol resumes his pace.

“Ready for me to cum inside that cute ‘lil cunt of yours?”

“Mmh, yes, give it to me~”

Seungcheol snickers, thrusting into you hard one last time before he pulls out completely. “That’s too bad~” He taunts, wrapping his free hand around the shaft of his cock. “Only good girls get creampies~” He lets out a cocky laugh, running his hand up and down his cock as he positions it over your abdomen.

You clench around emptiness, a weak moan floating through the air when Seungcheol finally cums, painting your chest in warm wet streaks of the salty substance. “Fuck, but you look so pretty covered in my cum too…” He grits out, cock throbbing in his palm as he works himself through his orgasm.

You watch him through foggy eyes; licking your chapped lips as you watch his brows furrow in concentration and his eyes slide shut as he, too, gets overwhelmed with bliss.

It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, palm sweaty around the phone as his thumb hovers over the ‘stop’ button. “W-wait…”

“Hmm? What’s wrong, baby?”

You run your fingers through the rivulets of cum coating your skin, gathering the viscous liquid on your fingertips before you bring them up to your mouth to lick them clean. “We can’t let it go to waste, can we?” Popping the digits into your mouth, you moan around your fingers as you clean Seungcheol’s cum off of them.

“You’re right, baby. We shouldn’t.”

You smile up at him, eyes dancing towards the camera for what feels like the first time in a long time before popping the digits out of your mouth.

Seungcheol’s eyes follow your movements, throat dry when you run your fingertips through the settling cum again. Except this time, you drag your fingers down until they’re teasing your clit, coating it in his cum. “Ngh, w-wanted you to cum inside but…”

His shaky eyes follow the way your fingers dip lower and lower until your cum coated fingers sink into your swollen pussy. He mentally screams, half tempted to shut off the camera.

“That’s right, baby. You want my cum so bad that you have to do it yourself, huh? Maybe next time you’ll remember to behave, won’t you?”

Nodding, you repeat the same steps a few more times; fingering Seungcheol’s cum into your pussy until most of it is cleaned off of your chest.

“I promise I won’t misbehave again~” You coo.

You wait a few seconds before you lean up, hand circling Seungcheol’s wrist as you bring the phone down and press the ‘stop’ button yourself.

“And scene!” You blurt out, laying back down in a tired mess as Seungcheol chuckles above you.

“Well, can’t say I expected that, if I’m being honest.” He moves back, eyes fixated on his cum that dries on your skin and the little bit that trickles from your pussy. “I’ve gotta ask, did you really… before I got home…”

“Honestly? Yeah… I mean the--the pillows were a lie ‘cause I didn’t wanna get them dirty but…” You chuckle tiredly, aiming to sit up which you find difficult to do. “Fuck, ‘Cheol, I think you broke me!” He pouts in response, leaning over you to make sure you were okay.

“Did I though? Be honest. ‘Cause I wasn’t expecting to go that hard on our first time together but it just---it--I--”

“Whoa, it’s okay! Seungcheol, relax. You didn’t hurt me… I r-really liked it actually… It felt--You felt really good. And I just wanted to, um, say sorry. I kinda sprung that on you out of nowhere too.”

“Honestly? I didn’t mind. I seemed to fall into character a lot easier than I expected which shocked me too.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable yet shy silence; catching your breath.

Seungcheol makes the first move, sliding off of the bed as you fight off the sleep that threatens to take you. “Hey, we need to get you cleaned up and hydrated. I need to change the sheets too.”

“Mmm.. but ‘m tired, ‘Cheol…”

He smiles at your tired form, helping you into a sitting position before shuffling to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. “I know you’re tired. And you can go to sleep after we get you cleaned off, get the sheets changed and probably eat a little, okay?”

“Mmkay~ Oh, but the video…” He passes you the glass, making you finish it before you continue.

“What about the video?”

You wipe at your dry lips, handing the glass back to Seungcheol. “We… We should probably watch it back and edit it a bit to make sure everything’s okay, shouldn’t we? Just in case we, um, said something we shouldn’t have or something...”

A blush blooms on Seungcheol’s skin, suddenly shy at the idea that he’d have to not only listen to himself but also watch, at least, part of himself on camera. “R-right, which--which we can do tomorrow when I get back from work. If that’s okay with you?”

You nod up at him, a beaming smile on your face.

“It’s definitely okay with me~”

#cherrybomb!cheol #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups

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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years

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Reader becoming comfortable around Michael? And one evening she is cuddling with Noah and Michael is looking for him and finds him in reader‘s room with her and Noah wants him to cuddle with them? At first readers like 😳 but she just starts to like him more and more

omfg... she starts to warm up to him 🥺👉👈i changed it a lil but i hope you like 🥺

When Michael couldn’t find Noah curled up on the couch reading the new book he’d given him, he knew there was only one other place he could find him.

Her door was kept open so Michael didn’t need to knock, but he still tapped his knuckles against the doorframe, “Hey,” he saw Noah tucked under Y/N’s arm, his book in his lap as he practiced his reading out loud with her.

“Michael!” he shut the book and beamed at him.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted him, with a wide smile on her face. The look of timidness and often times weariness that Y/N displayed when Michael would come around had slowly started to vanish.

With each passing day, her trust in him started to grow.

She’s not sure how it happened, but now each time she saw Mr. Langdon, the nervous knots in her stomach were replaced with something else - in their place, her stomach fluttered in excitement when he came around.

She saw how kind he was to Noah - to her. He wasn’t as bad as she had once thought.

“Got all the big words today!” Noah waved the book in the air for Michael, with a big lopsided smile on his face, clearly proud of himself.

“He really did,” Y/N laughed, “C’mere,” she patted the spot next to her, inviting him to join them on her bed. “Noah, you wanna show Michael how you read to me?”

Michael’s heart stopped for a second realizing she was inviting him to lay next to her. It wasn’t something they hadn’t done before - share a bed, but normally it was because she ended up crashing when they were putting Noah to sleep - she’d never... invited him to do so before.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and walked towards them, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

Michael climbed on the bed, his arm awkawrdly tucked between his and Y/N’s body. He didn’t know what to do with his hands.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably by his arm until she grabbed it and put around her shoulder, snuggling a little close to Michael. They locked eyes as his arm held her close - Noah’s little voice became distant as they stared each other for just a second too long.

Michael broke the eye contact first, clearing his throat nervously. Y/N bit down on her lip to keep from giggling.

Noah finished reading the pages of his book and looked over at them with a sleepy smile. He couldn’t quite understand why yet, but he knew his heart felt warm when he was with Y/N and Michael - especially when they were together.

“Good job, bub,” Michael’s eyes sparkled, truly proud of him. “Why don’t you go to my room and get a couple of snacks for doing so good?”

Noah scurried off the bed and ran out of Y/N’s room, his little feet tapping on the wooden floor of the Sanctuary.

“Y/N,” he shifted his body so it was turned towards her a little. She looked at him in that same way that made his heart want to leap out of his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Y/N still wasn’t entirely used to seeing Michael so casual - but she had to admit she liked it. His pretty blonde curls pulled back carelessly into a bun, soft cotton shirts in place of the velvet blazers - he was just homey.

“I’m glad I am too,” she placed her hand on his cheek tentatively testing the waters.

Michael let out a soft sigh at her touch.

“Kiss me?” she whispered, too afraid to raise her voice and louder.

His head nodded quietly as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers. He almost felt like everything that had happened was leading to that exact moment. He felt the Earth hold still. Just for that moment.

He kissed her tenderly, his lips barely brushing over hers, eyes fluttering shut.

They pulled back with nervous laughter resting in the small space between them.

By the time Noah came back with his little arms full of treats, Michael and Y/N had composed their giggling, but now Michael’s arm held her just a little closer.

The three of them sat in bed for the rest of the night, trading stories and sharing snacks until they passed out. Michael had fallen asleep on Y/N’s chest and Noah was passed out across her lap.

#michael langdon #noah #noah x michael x reader #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon au #Anonymous

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friendandphoe · 4 years

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okay the formatting on this is gonna be a lil weird bUT!! have this figuring it out/something to last revamp that’s been sitting in my brain for the last few weeks @ahbonjour @museumlad @creativeskull95

There’s no way in hell she’s ever looking Professor Keelson in the eye again. “I’m sorry,” she croaks for the thousandth time, and finds a tissue being pressed into her hand.

“Quite alright, my dear,” Professor Keelson says soothingly, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded over his round belly. “Wipe your face, now, there you go. I’m — well.” And he rubs the bridge of his nose, just under his round wire glasses. “I can’t say I wasn’t expecting this, unfortunately.”

She nods numbly, ice trickling down her spine.

You ruined everything.

“I’m sorry,” she tries again, because it’s all she can think to say, but the professor waves her off with a weathered hand and pushes himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane as he makes his way to the mini fridge he keeps under the bookshelves.

“Now, now,” he says, almost scolding, and pulls out a clementine, a bar of chocolate, and a bottle of water. “Don’t you start that with me, Ms. Ochoa. This is not the first time I’ve had students crying in my office, I daresay it won’t be the last.” And he sits heavily back down in his chair, setting the snacks in front of her. “Eat, drink. Now, I won’t press on what’s been troubling you, but you know, these tired old eyes of mine do still catch a few things here and there, and I have seen you — well. I don’t like to use the word struggling, but you know, perhaps it is a bit more apt than anything else I could think of.” And she knows he’s looking at her, knows those beady black eyes well, but just focuses on unwrapping the chocolate bar as quietly as she can.

What makes you think we want you around?

“You’ve had a rough time of it, this year.”

It’s not a question, but she still finds herself nodding confirmation. “I don’t know what happened.” She says hoarsely, and reaches for the water bottle.

Leave us alone.

“I’ve been wanting this for years, I worked so hard to get into this program, I just—” and she has to press her mouth shut to keep the lump in her throat from escaping.

Leave us alone!

“Some… stuff. Uh, came up, I guess.”

They sit in silence for a minute, then softly: “The human mind is a wonderful, confusing little thing.” Professor Keelson says. She dares a glance up at him, finds him — thank god — staring out his office window. “It tends to block out anything unpleasant we might not want to hear, and often that negativity will build and build and build until, one day, the weight becomes too much to bear.” He sighs and scrubs a hand through his short white beard, messing the hairs out of their orderly style. “And then we must face the unfortunate truth that sometimes what we thought we wanted is, in actuality, not at all the path we should be taking."

She drops her gaze back down to her bouncing knee. “Is it stupid?” She blurts out, watching her leg blur under her rising tears. “I just — this is a good school, a good program, and I’ll have so many job opportunities when I graduate—”

A weathered hand stretches out across the desk, just reaching to where her pinky would've been. “And yet,” Professor Keelson murmurs. “It won’t make you happy.” He sits back in his chair, looking every inch the benevolent Santa Claus his students know him to be. “And given how miserable you’ve been this year, Ms. Ochoa, I daresay your ultimate happiness is worth far more than any graduating job offers.” His smile drops for a half-second. “Though I can’t say I won’t be sorry to see you go. You’re already one of my best students, you know.”

You're an embarrassment to my name and reputation.

A wet little giggle chokes out of her throat, and she wipes down her face one more time. “Don’t tempt me, I’m half-considering staying,” she admits. “Even with all of this.”

“Ah, but if you do, what sort of state will you be in once you graduate?” Professor Keelson says, raising a bushy brow. “All you young folk are the same. You’re young, you have that wonderful, limitless energy, but you must learn to take care of yourselves now, while you have the space to do so. Won’t do you any good to drive yourselves into the ground every night when you’re my age, you know!” He looks at her appraisingly, then smiles wide. “And you know, my dear, there’s great strength in being able to admit you were wrong. I’ve always admired people who are strong enough to chase their dreams instead of following the easy path. Do you have an idea where you’re going, yet?”

Don’t ever come back here, you little—

“There’s a performing and visual arts conservatory,” she says hesitantly. “River Park, downstate. They’ve got really good photography and filmmaking programs, and, um.” She pauses, unsure how to explain how right it had all felt when she’d been reading about it online. “Well, I have an interview on Wednesday, so.”

Professor Keelson’s smile widens. “River Park! My partner studied illustration there, years ago when we were both young. You’ll do wonderfully.”

She can’t help but feel like his faith is ever-so-slightly misplaced —

I didn't want you.

— maybe it’s just the existential crisis talking, who knows —

Do you understand me?

— but she can’t quite bring herself to argue against the sparkling excitement in the professor’s eyes. She lets him press another chocolate bar and tissue combo into her hand as he shuffles her out of his office, with strict, cheerful instructions to come see him before she leaves for her interview.

You were a mistake.

Tuesday night comes in the blink of an eye; she’d barely dumped her meager wardrobe back into the suitcase she’d kept under her bed and her sticky notes are still haphazardly slapped to the wall above her desk. She’s not exactly sure where the time went — it’s not like she went to any classes. Or ate much. Or was sleeping, really. Granted she did try, but the third time in the same night she woke up sobbing because her blankets had twisted around her leg, trapping her in an all-too-familiar heat vortex—

window won't break it's too hot it hurts to breathe window won't break it's so fucking hot she can't think window won't break but it'll slide get out of this goddamn heat get out get out crunch fuck ow hurts hurts ow fuck hurts her toes shouldn't be ow fuck fuck fuck pointing that way hurts hurts fucking hurts can't feel her knee fuck fuck where's papá—

— she kind of gave up. She doesn't even bother pulling out her shitty, half-broken headphones to try and watch something on Netflix to try and pass the time, she just lays in bed and listens to Rebecca softly snoring five feet away. The ceiling is infinitely more interesting than anything else she could’ve been focusing on, anyway.

Except maybe her portfolio. Which. She hasn’t really. Looked at.

She’s so fucked.

Still, she drags herself out of bed nice and early at 7 am Wednesday morning, beating her alarm by the customary 4 minutes, and actually manages to gather the energy to sift through her remaining clothes to dig out something — well. She doesn’t really have anything “nice,” per say, but she does have an oversized sweater that’ll pass as a dress once she puts on some makeup and a belt and ties her hair up, and that’ll have to be good enough.

You show up to my door looking like that?

River Park is going to laugh her right out the door.

Everything she might need is already shoved unceremoniously into her backpack — wallet, keys, wrist brace, student ID, laptop, flash drive (in its place of honor in the tiny pocket), knee brace, fruit snacks, water bottle — but her eye catches on her DLSR just as she’s finished tying the laces on her most comfortable boot, and she hesitates. She hasn’t really looked at her portfolio much recently — she knows she’s got some old pictures from Manhattan, and maybe some from various campus events that might be good, but it’s been a little hard to go out and take nice shots when she’s been drowning in depression soup for the past four months. Four years. Whatever. Either way, she doesn’t have much to show for herself, and inspiration hasn’t really hit lately.

But River Park is — well, she has no idea, really, she hasn’t seen it in person yet, but the photos online are gorgeous, all glass-and-brick buildings framed by forests and gardens. Very much a college town, from what she can tell, the campus map isn’t really a map so much as a general directory pointing out which buildings were associated with the conservatory, but there was something that felt weirdly homey about seeing those pictures. Maybe it was the layout of the buildings, maybe it was the way they described their classes and professors, maybe it was just the simple fact that everyone in those pictures was genuinely smiling, but she’d gotten this weird, longing ache just below her collarbone that had made her close down all her other college-related tabs and email River Park’s photography and filmmaking department.

Something feels good about that campus. And maybe, if she gets there a little early, she can—

You don't get to come into my life and — and ruin everything I have here.

It’s only seven forty-two. Her interview’s not until one, and the train ride downstate should only take an hour. She’s got time.

Which is how she finds herself knocking on Professor Keelson’s office door, DLSR hanging around her neck, about two hours earlier than she’d been intending to be there, praying to who and whatever might be listening that he’s actually in and she didn’t just horribly fuck this up like she’s been fucking up, oh, who’s to say, just about everything she touches these past few months.

You’re not a part of this family. You never will be.

“Come in, come in!” She hears just beyond the door, and she cautiously peeks in to find the wizened old professor crouching over his printer, staring at it suspiciously as it slowly spits out some document. “Hello, dear. Wasn’t expecting you this early!”

I think you should leave.

“Sorry,” she manages, hovering in the doorway. “I just — change of plans.”

Professor Keelson nods, collects his papers, and creaks over to his desk. “Yes, very good.” he agrees, shuffling the papers into two piles. “Take a seat, I promise I won’t keep you very long. You look nice, by the way.”

She sits, already relaxing in the warm familiarity of Professor Keelson’s overstuffed office. Maybe this is why he’d wanted her to visit before she went, just to make sure she wouldn’t vomit on the interviewers. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re very welcome. Now,” he says, stuffing one pile of papers into a folder. “These are all your important documents: transcripts, transferable credits, disability accommodations, et cetera. Pardon my overstepping, but you did seem a little, ah, frazzled, shall we say? Last you came to speak with me and I was almost positive that you wouldn’t have thought of pulling the paperwork together.”

Which is absolutely true, she hadn’t, and she can’t even bring herself to feel insulted that he’d assumed she wouldn’t. “Thank you very much,” she says, trying desperately to seem calm and cool and collected and not crush her very expensive, very precious camera in her white-knuckle grip.

A mess. You're a mess.

Professor Keelson’s face crinkles into a smile. “You’re very welcome. You’ll be happy to know that, since you’ve already completed all your core classes and general requirements, all of those credits will easily transfer between the schools. There may be a class or two you’ll have to make up, but you should be able to jump right in with your major-specific classes. Now, this,” he says, folding the other papers into an envelope. “Is your letter of recommendation. I’ll put it in the folder with everything else, but I wanted you to know that you had it.”

Oh, fuck, she might start crying again. “Professor—” she starts, but he’s already slid the folder across the desk to her.

“Ms. Ochoa, if I may.” Her mouth snaps shut, and he continues: “Our time together has been short, yes, but you have been one of my favorite students to ever come through these doors. Barring your obvious intelligence, passion, and work ethic, you’re also relentlessly kind, despite everything you’ve gone through.” His gaze fixes on her cheek for the briefest of moments, tracing over the lumps and bumps of her scars, but his eyes are as soft as they’ve ever been. “I don’t presume to know your history, but I know bits of your present, and the person I’ve seen would make a valuable asset to any school she goes to. If you approach your new classes and projects with as much determination as you did mine, I’ve no doubt your new instructors will be as proud of you as I am. I let them know as much.”

...

She numbly takes the folder, desperately blinking back tears. “Th-thank you, sir.” She manages, thick in the back of her throat. “I-I’ll do my best.”

Professor Keelson takes up his customary position, hands laced neatly over his belly. “You will.” He agrees, smiling. “Now, you should be heading out soon. I’d hate to make you miss your train, especially if you want to get there early.”

“Yes — yes.” And she gets up on autopilot, sliding the folder into her backpack as carefully as she can manage. “Thank you. Thank you so much, professor, I can’t — I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

She’s halfway out the door when she hears him call: “Ms. Ochoa, one more thing?”

She turns.

The professor smiles benevolently at her from his chair. “Don’t give up on yourself before you’ve even gotten started.”

And with that, she’s on her way.

Get out.

So, update: maybe deciding to take her portfolio pictures on her way to her college interview was a stupid idea, but to be fair, a lot of her stupid ideas have worked out pretty decently before, so. It’s fine.

Probably.

She definitely doesn’t almost miss the train by snapping shots of the mostly-empty station, but in her defense, the morning fog hadn't quite dissipated yet, and the spooky air of possibility that the tracks had been extending and disappearing into was just begging to be captured. And she absolutely doesn’t continually hop seats throughout the hour-long ride to get different angles of the seats, the blurry towns and roads whizzing past, or even a couple of self-portraits here and there. It’s not like there are people around for her to bother, anyway, so it’s fine. (Probably.) It’s a little hard getting a satisfyingly dramatic shot of her staring out the window, but she thinks the one where they’re passing through a tunnel and she’s locked eyes with her shadowy reflection might be a winner. She won’t really know until she opens them up on her computer, which will probably end up being just before the interview, with her luck, so. Who knows, she might just be wasting her time and battery life.

It’s the most fun she’s had in a while, though.

And. Fuck, maybe it makes no sense, but she's still got that feeling in her chest. It's creeping up to her ponytail, at this point, tugging on the ends of her curls, ordering her to pay attention.

Capture this.

It's important.

Last time she felt like that, she won an award, so. Y'know. Fuck her if she's going to ignore it.

She cuts herself off when there’s ten minutes left in the journey, just to be sure she’s not scrambling to put herself together as she’s pulling up to the station, but ten minutes, it turns out, is both much longer and much shorter than she thought it’d be. Just enough time to run down the list of all the possible ways this could (and would) go wrong, but not enough to steady her racing heart before the train’s slowing down.

You're delusional. This isn't one of your little fairy tales. This is — it's not going to happen.

Don’t give up on yourself before you’ve even gotten started, she remembers, taking one last breath to steel herself, and swings herself up onto her feet and out the doors.

The station is nice enough, but not terribly different from the one she’d started in besides being a little cleaner, so she shoulders her backpack and makes her way down the stairs and into the town proper.

Which.

Wow.

Maybe it’s just a seasonal thing, maybe not, but all the buildings she can see are draped with hanging lights, and even the curving street lights have extra strands hanging over the sidewalks. She almost wishes she’d scheduled her interview later in the day, just to be able to get a shot of those lights against the dark sky, but contents herself with snapping pictures of the incredibly aesthetic sidewalk and shops. She spots an art supply store with a cheerful blue door sandwiched between a movie theater and an apartment complex that frames up nicely, and there’s a coffee shop with swirling, festive winter-y designs painted on the window with pots of poinsettias framing the corners that’s a — no pun intended — picture-perfect paragon of coziness. She stops maybe a little too long to zoom in on the red leaves and flawless paint, making sure to keep the actual inside of the shop out of focus, because as cute as the beanbags and mismatched armchairs are, she doesn’t really feel like going in to ask if it’s alright for her to take pictures of the small handful of people both in front of and behind the counter.

One last shot of the poinsettias and she moves on, turning her lens to the last few, dying flowers in their garden beds, then to the display window of a bookstore that proudly announces its support of the LGBT community with various painted flags, then to the churning river that cuts through the town and the elegant bridge that arcs proudly above it.

There’s not a lot of people walking around right now, but she can definitely see kids around her age up the street, chatting and laughing amongst themselves as their breath puffs out in front of them. A cute dog bounces over to say hello before its owner tugs it away with a sheepish smile, and even without their leaves, the trees interspersed along the sidewalk stand tall, proud, and lovely.

She’s got that weird ache in her chest again — stronger this time — that indiscernible pull that draws her to stay, and she puts her camera down, puffing out a shaky breath.

What made you think we want you here?

“It doesn’t matter.” She tells herself sternly, leaning up on the sides of the bridge. “It doesn’t matter unless you get in.”

Speaking of. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, fully intending to double check the email she’d been sent with instructions on where to go, but her eye catches on the time.

Twelve forty-six.

So. Maybe not the best idea to go gallivanting around a campus she doesn’t know, especially when she has an extremely important interview to get to, but even as she’s scolding herself, she knows the pink flush in her cheeks isn’t just from the cold, and she’s got more energy now than she’s had in months, so.

Worth it.

Thank god E.A. Archer Hall is straightforward enough to find; Google Maps tells her it’s a seven minute walk in a mostly straight line from where she is on the bridge now, which she just about manages even though it’s cold and her stump is starting to ache. The building is emblazoned with the name right on the side, so it’s impossible to miss, but she needs a keycard to get in, and somehow she thinks her current school ID isn’t exactly going to fly here.

But someone, somewhere, is smiling on her, because she’s only just gotten to oh, shit before a tall woman with vitiligo and long box braids strides towards the door, pushing it open.

“Alejandra Ochoa?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she says as smoothly as she can behind her chattering teeth, and the woman smiles.

“You're right on time. Come on in, let's get started."

#I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW DIFFERENT FIO/STL WOULD GO NOW SO IM REWRITING IT #i dont wanna spoil things bc i am in fact working on the next bits but here are some minor thoughts:#1: alexa starts out as an architecture major then switches schools to go into photography/filmmaking spring semester 2nd year #((not to toot my own horn but the way her major reflects her emotional arc is actually very clever of me if i do say so myself))#2: alexa and jaimey are half siblings through their dad and there will in fact be more Jaimey/Juno development than ive ever done before #((i have a lot of thoughts about their relationship and how it would grow and develop over time so. lowkey Jaimey redemption arc))#3: alexa obviously nails this interview and she hangs out on campus for a lil while afterwards to take pictures #((3.5: she does end up going into the coffee shop and there is in fact a Very Cute Barista and she gets Nervous))#4: the little interjections are things that have been said to Alexa somewhat recently but not all by the same person #thats about it i think anything else would be spoiler-y #n e way i cant wait to loredump all my new thoughts on yall im so sorry in advance for all the notifications you're about to get #im workin on some AU stuff too but lately ive been wanting to write about Normal Kids doing Normal Kid Things so here we are #i hope you enjoyed #movie house #alejandra ochoa #alexa darmond #my writing #shut up phoenix

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plutau · 5 years

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like........ i’m just thinking of my personal ranking of the moon signs in each element and;

fire moons: leo > sagittarius > aries. leo’s got a special kind of warmth and gentleness that is actually like sitting on a windowsill on a sunny spring day; cozy but awake. sag moons are the funniest bitches alive and so fun to talk to, but can take a while to appreciate other people’s emotions. aries have a special spunk and almost jarring quality to them that, under the right circumstances, is fun to be around..... but sometimes they can just be too much lmfao

earth moons: taurus > capricorn >/= virgo. i have such a major soft spot for taurus moons, for real; steady and reliable, the no-bullshit friend who just likes to lounge in the realm of self-love lmao. caps can be perceived as cold because they’re a lil closed off, but when you see their emotional landscape it is so, so, so gentle in its yearning. virgo’s can come off as similarly cold i think because they tend to be so critical, but under all that they just want to be helpful, and find peace in service. i got nothing mean to say about earth moons really i love all of them.

air moons: aquarius > gemini > libra. aqua moons man..... i love how they think. they just always want to delve into the things unknown, and want to find connection and meaning across all expanses. hella funny. geminis are so damn cute, i love how they flutter around from thing to thing, just picking up whatever they can touch. youthful hearts for sure, but can struggle to calm down. libra moons are so damn charming and they don’t even have to try -- but they can really struggle to stand their ground, or really know what their ground is. (also highkey it’s in last because i’m a libra moon and it’s a struggle lmfao. the air moon struggle in general is real and i’m sending love to all u air moons tbh.)

water moons: cancer > pisces = scorpio. cancer is so homey. like it’s stereotypical but it’s true, cancer moons just feel like home, like crawling into bed with a snack and listening to your favorite song. they’re so easy to be around. pisces moons can be so gentle in their emotions, and have really beautiful ideas and ideals, but simultaneously get lost in the emotions of other people and can get clouded. scorpios have this quality of being standoffish in one moment and in the next are all in with their devotion, and it’s honestly wild sometimes seeing just how intense they can get after being like.... quiet as hell lmao. but they can tend to sit in their darker emotions, and the negative emotions of others, for a lil too long.

#just my thoughts...................do not mind me

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justsomewitchyluv · 4 years

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I've loved cottagecore & goblincore since I knew how to read. I absolutely adore the feel of it and it's comfy vibes.

Here are some quick lil room decorations I just thought of and I think are good enough to share ^^

~ instead if hanging dried herbs and flowers on your walls, just secure some chicken wire to your ceiling and hang whatever you wish. This is good for hanging windchimes, paper butterflies, origami, and dried plants- you can hang anything if you secure the chicken wire tight enough. GO HANG THOSE PAINTED ROCKS!

~ theres a lovely site in which you search any plant that is to you're fancy and it'll come up with many vintage illustrations and journal entries staring that very plant (this includes fungi♡)

~ this one might be fairly obvious, but if you feel bad about throwing away/recycling cans (I feel ya buddy ), you can just through in some herb seeds

~ of course with soil- and now you have a cute little planter. This also works for repotting a plant if your can is big enough. (And if you dont like the label, just pour some hot water over it and remove it!)

~ personally, I believe hanging wicker baskets on walls looks absolutely darling!

~ on the note of baskets, if you feel your basket is a little bland or has any injuries(it's okay, it happens ^^), a little lace or ribbon goes a long way. You can use sturdy ribbon or any old fabric (curtains, sheets, blankets, etc.. really anything you dont use anymors) and make straps to use as a backpack or purse! '^'

~ if you can't afford any glass bottles or just dont have any, plastic bottles look just as good! And they work all the same (this might be a better option than the glass because it's cheap, common, and upcycling).

~ CITRUS FRUITS AS JEWELRY. Do with it as you wish

~ some cottagecore shows are over the garden wall, moominvalley, many studio ghibli, adventure time in certain circumstance, coraline, the girl from the other side ( apparently theres an anime of it coming out??), clannad (once again, in certain circumstances), Matilda, little women, the secret garden, call me by your name, Anne of green gables, Anne with an E, lord of the rings, Emma, my girl, the sound of music, fantastic mr. Fox, in this corner of the world, the little prince, anything sherlock, and Bob Ross =].

~ you can use popsicle sticks to make a mini ladder to hang jewelry or herbs.

~ buy your own clay and make your own teacups or mugs. This one takes a lot of dedication and effort to make sure your cups are safe to hold liquid and ice and to drink from, but if your willing to put that time in, it can come out as a beautiful, warm, homey craft! ^^

~ dont forget to use dried gords and pumpkin as decor! They may be big and not wall material, but they definitely fill windowsill space and give your plants some cute company.

~ there are these absolutely precious soil moisture meters from a brand called GardenBasix. I got a frog one from on of my local nurseries, but you can find bird versions on amazon. They'll either croak or chirp, depending on what you get, every thirty seconds when the soil is dry. They have very easy to change out batteries, a long meter for any sized pot, very lound tones, and have light sensors so they wont go off at night.

~ this isnt my trick, I just stumbled upon it one day, but if you take a wet rage and wipe the dust off you're plants leaves and run them down with a banana peel, they get a gloss and clean look, ready for photoshoots!

~ along with this, if you sprinkle cedar wood-pencil shavings- it keeps away any nasty bugs who wish to snack on your plant.

~ you can hang wax seals along your wall by melting the wax onto twine. If you dont have the professional tools, all you need to do is scrape candle wax from your candles or candle holders and melt them over the/a candle in a spoon, you can either use anything that can make an indent on the wax or you can put some of those reoccurring dried herbs in the wax.

That's all from me for now! I hope these weren't too obvious or vague and were helpful, even in the slightest :)

Love you all

I'll see you later

♡

#cottagecore #aesthetic #aesthetic diy #diy #cortagecore aesthetic #cottagecire diy #♡#drink your water you beautiful child!#i love you♡♡

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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10 + 10

Answer their 10 questions and then think of 10 questions to ask other friends!

I was actually tagged twice by @basilisa-scorpii and @dumbass-no-mi so I got 20 questions to go through! Thanks for the tag, lovelies! 💕

Bas’s questions:

1. Fictional universe you’d like to move to for one day?

- I wanna say One Piece bc that really sounds like fun...but my luck I’d be placed in some village that’s being oppressed by a tyrant or some shit and I’d be miserable lmao. But maybe Luffy and co would come save us and I could befriend them?? Just being able to meet One Piece characters would be cool to me. Other than One Piece, maybe Naruto??? Ninjas are hella cool and the Leaf Village seems like a very comfy and homey place to live. Or having quirks in a My Hero Academia world... Idk I’m only thinking of animes rn for some reason lol this is a tough question!

2. Favorite book/comic book/manga/etc.?

- Oooh, book is tough because I actually don’t read as much as I’d like...The Twilight series will always hold a special place in my heart. Gone Girl is also really good! For manga, that’s easy - One Piece, simply because I’ve yet to read any other manga lol

3. Favorite astral object (for example: star/constellation/planet)?

- I think nebulae are really cool! Even the word is neat-sounding. They’re so pretty and the idea of a star nursery just sounds so ethereal! 🌌

4. What do you like to do for relax after a stressful day?

- Cuddle with my kitties and nap, for sure. Snack on some junk food lol peruse tumblr and other social media.

5. Your first fictional crush?

- I’m really embarrassed by this...but...Max Goof from the Goofy movies 🥴

6. Superpower you’d like to have?

- Oooh another tough question. Hmmm either teleportation (gah I’m so lazy lol) or something related to animals. Like being able to talk to them, mimicry, anything like that!

7. Foreign languages you speak/would like to speak?

- I was really interested in (and decent at) Spanish throughout high school and college. I kinda fell off for a lil while, but now Duolingo has held me against my will sucked me back in, so I’m back to learning it! I would also love to learn Japanese so maybe I won’t need subtitles for my anime watching and I’d love to visit Japan some day!

8. Dream travel?

- Italy for sure! Venice, Rome, Florence, so many beautiful places! And I luv me some Italian food 😋

9. Do you have any pets?

- I sure do! Two sweet kitties that I love gushing about.

10. Favorite aesthetic?

- Hmm, I love pastel colors and space-themed stuff!

Jinx’s questions:

1. What’s your favorite book/manga?

- Already answered!

2. Who’s your favorite artist?

- Lana Del Rey! (don’t @ me) MARINA is a very close second.

3. Where would your dream home be located?

- I always go back and forth between wanting to live in a suburb type place, just so my future children could have other kids in the neighborhood to grow up and play with and I like the idea of neighbors and get togethers, but I also love the idea of living somewhere more distant. Pushed off from the busy streets and in the woods maybe? Either way, I’d also love to live close to the water! Whether that be a lake or beach or river. A house on the lake would be nice but...no teacher makes enough money for that 🤪

4. Do you have any or want any tattoos?

- I don’t have any and I would love to get one some day! I’m just so indecisive so it’ll probably never happen lmao. Not to mention a visible tattoo could potentially threaten my occupation. 🙃

5. What’s an achievement you’re really proud of?

- Graduating college and becoming a teacher! I’m the first college graduate in my family, so it’s really exciting. I hope I’ve set a good example for my younger siblings!

6. What’s a skill you think you excel at?

- This is tough because I’m very critical of myself and tend to think I’m not very good at anything lmao I’ll say organization? I’m pretty skilled at having things set up nice, neat, and easily accessible. Totally lame, but that’s all I got lol

7. What’s something good that’s happened to you this year?

- Got my first ever teaching job!!!!!

8. Future plans? Where do you see yourself in a few years?

- Living in a house with three kitties and a dog, married to my bf, teaching somewhere I love, maybe getting ready to have a baby? Lots of travelling before we start thinking about kids tho lol

9. Do you have any nicknames?

- Yep, Coop is my primary nickname both on here and irl! People also call me: Miss Cooper (not being formal, genuine nickname lol) Coopdaddy, Mama Coop, Coops, etc.

10. What’s your current favorite song?

- I’ve been obsessed with Dua Lipa’s new album so almost any song on there lol. Levitating is such a jam.

Here are my questions!

1. What are your zodiac signs (sun, moon, rising, if you know them) and do you think they fit you pretty well?

2. What is your favorite clothing item and/or accessory?

3. Any future children or pet names?

4. If you could meet anyone (can be past, present, future, real, or fictional) who would it be?

5. Brag on yourself! What’s something you love about yourself?

6. What is a movie or show that you could rewatch a million times and never get tired of?

7. What is your favorite album of all time?

8. Do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens? If you have stories to back up, plz share.

9. What do you do/who do you look to for inspiration?

10. What is your happiest memory?

I’m not sure who all has been tagged, so I’m very sorry if you’ve been tagged twice: @thenotsofantasticlifestory @beatific-drabbles @monii-monii-no-mi @eireduchess @kotton-kandy-king @cykadaa @laws-yellow-submarine @laws-hat-headcanons @one-piece-dumpster-fire

#tag game #10 + 10 #i got another tag that ill do later lol #all about coop

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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From Left Field: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: I just got back from taking my son to the park and I saw a guy there that reminded me of a chubby Bucky. Now I’m just imagining chubby Bucky falling for a mother. It would be the sweetest thing in the world and he would be such a wonderful stepdad!

A/N: this is gonna be a 3 part series! that’s it! NO tags! (except for @cametobuyplums )

The days had come and gone, and now it was Saturday which meant that you would be meeting up with Bucky at the coffee shop. With Mason strapped into his car seat, his usual essentials packed, you were on your way to Queens.

During that time, you played your playlist of Disney songs. You and Mason sang along to every song, doing your best to hit all of the accurate notes, and laughing when you couldn’t.

Eventually, you arrived to Queens and the apartment complex of your babysitter. You climbed the steps and let Mason knocked on the door. Seconds passed and it swung open.

“Mason, my buddy!”

“Peter!” your son exclaimed and hugged the teenager’s legs.

Peter chuckled, “It’s good to see ya, Mason.” and with your four year old still attached to his legs, Peter leaned in and hugged you, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Pete. Thanks for watching him.”

Peter snorted, “C’mon, Y/N. I love Mason. He’s my buddy, right?”

“Right!” Mason exclaims with a jump.

You knelt down and kissed your son’s cheek, “Alright, baby. Be good for Peter, okay?”

“Okay, mommy. Love you!”

“I love you too, baby.” with another kiss and a hug and a thank you to Peter, you were on your way to Maximoff’s Cafe.

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Bucky arrived to the cafe early because he was nervous. Yes, he knew this wasn’t a date, but still. This was his first time making a friend in a long time and he just needed to get his nerves settled.

Wanda, one of the baristas and owner of the cafe, got him some chamomile tea to ease his nerves. It did nothing. So thanks for nothing, Wanda!

So he just sat at a table being a bundle of nerves as he waited for you.

“Hey, Bucky!” you approached him with a smile, when you arrived just on time, “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Oh not long.” Liar. You’ve been here for the past hour!

“Oh, okay! I’ve never been here before. It looks so cool and homey.”

“My friends own the place, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Brother and sister duo.”

“Cool. So that means you must get free drinks?”

Bucky snorted, “Not even close. But I do get free pastries and sandwiches.”

“That’s so much better than free drinks!”

“Yup and clearly,” he grabs his around stomach, “I love to eat. A lil’ too much that it’s obviously become a problem?”

You look at him curiously, “A problem?”

“I gained a lot of weight the past few years. Don’t look my best. That’s why I was all gross and sweaty at the park, if you noticed. Been trying to work it all off.”

“Are you unhealthy?”

“No. I just-I’m not all that great to look at right now. Few years back people said I was handsome, hot, sexy, whatever. I didn’t think too much of it. And I guess I took that for granted ‘cause now-”

You shook your head, “Stop that, Bucky.”

“What?”

“Diminishing yourself. Sure, you’ve gained weight, but that doesn’t mean the more you gain the less valuable you are.”

“But-”

“And frankly, I think you’re very attractive. Chub and all. But I get it. I mean, after I had Mason, I didn’t lose any of the pregnancy fat. It just stayed there. So I get why you’re insecure. I mean,” you scoffed, “my ex, Mason’s dad, cheated on me with someone skinnier and hotter.”

“Asshole,” Bucky mumbled.

You smirked, “Tell me about it. He made me feel super shitty, but a friend helped me realize that, first off, I shouldn’t feel sorry about myself because of my ex ‘cause he’s an asshole anyway and doesn’t deserve me.” Bucky nodded in agreement, “and second, no matter what my weight or size is, I’m still valuable. I’m a hardworker, I’m intelligent, I’m polite, I’m kind, I’m a good mother, and I’m hot as shit!”

Bucky shook his head, “You’re wrong about one thing. You’re not a good mother. You’re a great mother. And for the record, you’re very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you leaned back in your chair with a sigh, “Well, that’s not how I expected us getting to know each other go. I thought we would talk about our jobs, favorite movies, if we have pets, all that. But no, we got into the deep stuff already.”

Bucky chuckled and have you a shrug, “Well, what could you do?” he leaned in and smiled at you, “So, Y/N, you got any pets?”

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Your time at the cafe with Bucky was so chill and refreshing. You laughed, talked, listened, and learned a lot about each other. You even met Wanda and Pietro, who were kind enough to give you a free sandwich since “a friend of Bucky’s is a friend of ours” as they said.

Four hours later, it’s six o’clock and you and Bucky are heading out of the cafe with to go boxes in hand.

“This was really nice. I needed this, Bucky. Thank you.”

“Of course. I had a really great time talking and getting to know you, Y/N.”

“Wanna do this again soon?”

Bucky grinned, “I’d love that. I’ll let you know when I’m free again.”

“Sounds good.”

“Is it alright if I hug you?” he asked apprehensively.

He felt relieved when you nodded, “Of course!” you immediately wrapped your arms around him and gave him a light squeeze, “See you soon, Bucky.”

He hugged you back, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

You both then walked your separate ways to your cars and you were off towards the Parkers’ apartment. Within thirty minutes, Peter helped you strap a sleeping Mason in his carseat, his bag of things in your trunk. You thanked Peter with some money and a hug and you were onto your journey back home.

It was a good day.

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After that day, Bucky became a constant in your life. You two started to meet up once a week, talking and texting when you could. He also started to come by your apartment more. Whether it was bringing you food, helping you cook food, or watching over Mason while you got some stuff done around the apartment. Having Bucky around was so nice. He became your best friend.

And his constant presence around you didn’t go unnoticed. Your other friends and your family were constantly asking if you two were together. But you always responded with the same thing: “We’re just friends!”

But no one believed you. Friends didn’t spend every waking moment talking, texting, or seeing each other. Friends don’t come to your place with flowers in hand just because they saw them and thought of you. Friends don’t make no effort in correcting your son when he accidentally calls them “daddy”. That one was an uncomfortable situation.

You tried to reason with them all, but they didn’t relent. After hearing it so many times in so many different ways, you finally stopped to think for a moment. Did Bucky only see you as friend? Or did he see you as more? Did you see Bucky as more than a friend?

You thought about all the things Bucky has done with and for you for the past six months. When you thought about any and every instance, there was a fluttering in your stomach, your heart started racing, and there was a smile on your face. Oh shit.

Do you have feelings for Bucky?!

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“Mommy, we’re hooome!” Mason announces as he and Bucky enter the apartment.

You squat and open your arms to receive a hug from your son, “How was your day, baby?”

“I can count to twenty now!”

“Wow! That’s amazing, Mase! Good job! Now, why don’t you go put your things away and you could have a snack okay?”

“Okay, mommy!” he takes his backpack from Bucky and rushes over to his room.

Bucky helps you stand and then wraps his arms around you in a quick hug, “Hey. I thought you wouldn’t be home.”

“I thought so too, but here I am! Thanks again for picking Mason up.”

Bucky chuckled, “Seriously, Y/N, stop thanking me. I don’t mind. I love Mason and I love helping you out too.”

“So you only love Mason, huh?” you asked teasingly.

That caught Bucky by surprise and he started stuttering, “I, uh, well, um-”

“Mommy! I can’t weach the aminal cwackers!” Mason cries out from the kitchen.

“Duty calls,” you say with a smile and then enter the kitchen to help out your son.

Saved by the boy, Bucky. Nice. He thought, mentally berating for becoming a stuttering mess after your teasing remark. The thing was that he didn’t only love Mason. He loves you too, but he doesn’t want to tell you. He couldn’t tell you because...

Because she’s not looking to date anyone, stupid!

Yes, we know! We all know! Don’t need to remind us! Sam does that almost every single day! The smug bastard.

“You stayin’ for dinner, Buck?” you ask from the kitchen.

Say no. You’re spending too much time with her! She’s gonna know your feelings for her eventually and she’s gonna be so uncomfortable around you and you’re going to loser her forever!

Why...Why are you like this?

I’m just trying to knock some sense into him!

He loves her! Leave him alone!

He shouldn’t be in love her in the first place!

“Buck?” you peek your head out from the kitchen.

Bucky just smiles at you, “Yeah, if that’s alright with you?”

You snort, “You have a key to my place, Bucky, so of course it’s okay for you to stay for dinner.”

She probably thinks you’re a loser ‘cause you’re always hanging out at hers.

Will you shut up!

“Huh?” your head pops into view again and Bucky realizes that he just said that outloud.

“Oh, uh, my phone keeps vibrating. Group chats get annoying, ya know?”

“I just mute them.”

“Yeah. I should do that too.” Smooth, Bucky. Real smooth.

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After dinner, you cleaned up the kitchen and the three of you watched a movie. Once it was over, it was Bucky helped Mason get ready for bed. After reading him a story, he called you in for good night kisses and Mason was fast asleep in no time.

“Well, I better get to my place to get some sleep before my shift.” and Bucky heads to the door.

You follow to show him out, “Thanks again for getting Mason and giving him a bath and getting-”

He shook his head, “Y/N, I told you you don’t have to thank me.”

“Yes, Bucky, I do. You’ve helped me out so much with Mason ever since I met you. I know I said being a single parent is alright, but with you around, it’s been so much easier.”

“I’d do anything for you guys. I love Mason and-a-and I love you.” you stare at him in shock as he continues, “I’m in love with you, Y/N and I know I shouldn’t be. You’ve become my best friend and I shouldn’t jeopardise that, but loving you and Mason has come so easy to me. You two make me so happy.

“A-And I know you said you didn’t want to date right now. I’m not gonna force you or give you any incentive to. I just-I just thought I should let you know how important you two have become to me. I won’t even take it to heart that you don’t feel the same ‘cause we’re friends and I’m not the best lookin’ fella arou-mmf.” his words were silenced by your lips on his. Wait. Your lips were on his lips. You were kissing him! You’re really kissing him! He immediately grabs your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you back.

When you finally needed to breath, you pulled away panting, “I love you too, Bucky. I’m so grateful to have you around. You’ve been such a great role model and father figure to Mason. We both love you, Bucky, so much.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, Y/N. You-You don’t even know.”

“I love you so much, Bucky. I love how the corners of your eyes crinkle when you smile and laugh. I love how you never get tired of eating pizza. I love how ramble on about space. I love how you’re there for Mason and I. I love your beard and how handsome it makes you. I love your belly, it’s so pudgy and squishy and nice to wrap my arms around. I love how sexy you are and you don’t even know it. I love you, Bucky Barnes, and everything about you.”

Bucky cups your face, his thumbs softly stroking your cheeks, “I love you, Y/N, and thank you, for helping me realize that no matter how I look, I’m still worthy of love, of your love.” he takes a glance at his watch and sighs, “I love you and I really wanna stay to kiss you more, but I gotta go get some sleep before my shift.”

“Or you can sleep here? You have your uniform in your car anyway.”

He groans, “As much as I would love to do that, I know that if I stay here, I’m not gonna want to leave.”

‘I don’t see how that’s a bad thing,” you say a a smirk.

“You’re a bad influence, sweetheart, but I’m gonna go.”

You give a pout, “Fiiine. Okay.”

He giggles as he presses a kiss to your lips. God, he still can’t believe this is real, that you’re real, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise. I’ll come by and we’ll talk about this. The three of us. Okay?”

You nod, “Okay. Drive safely. I love you.”

“I will and good night, Y/N, I love you too.”

With another kiss to your lips, Bucky was out the door. Once he was out of sight, you shut the door and slid against it to the floor.

You were so in love with Bucky.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #marvel #au #single parent au

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