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querenciasturniolo · 9 months

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Could you do one where Matt and reader have been dating for like, a year and reader has been in multiple vlogs and car videos, and the fans love her. So, when the internet starts going crazy speculating that Matt has a girlfriend, they do a podcast about reader and Matt's relationship and they're flirting the whole time, Nick and Chris can't stand it, jokingly, but put up with it. So, when they release the pod episode, the fans go crazy, and Matt and reader are just openly flirting with each other online and it's all just so cute and fluffy. If you can't, I completely understand. I hope you have a wonderful day and / or night! <3

sick ⮕ m.s.

word count: 759

warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing, scooby-doo reference

summary: request

a/n: this was so fucking cute, i loved writing it

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Good morning campers, welcome to the Cut the Camera Podcast. I’m Nicolas Sturniolo.”

You glanced over at Matt, eyeing his side profile as he tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled the mic towards him. It was your fault the secret came out when it did, you made googly eyes at him every chance you got, and he knew every single time.

“I’m Matthew Sturniolo.” He said, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a soft smile.

“And I’m gonna be sick.” Chris said, your jaw dropping in amusement as you whipped your head towards him. He laughed into the mic and shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t my fault you’re staring at Matt like the sun shines out of his ass.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your mic close to you. “And what about it?” You shot back, Matt scoffing and running a hand over his face.

“Well, I guess that is one way to start the topic. Why don’t we go ahead and introduce our special guest, Matt?” Nick prompted, Matt uncovering his face and adjusting his headphones. He looked into one of the cameras and smiled, looking back down at you. “Go ahead.”

You cleared your throat and looked into the camera, pulling your mic towards your face and sighing into it. “If you don’t know me, I’m Y/n. I’ve known these losers for a couple of years now.” You said, turning your head and smiling at Matt. “And dating this specific loser for a little over a year, and if it wasn’t for you meddling kids, we could have gotten away with keeping it a secret for a little longer.” Your eyes met the camera again with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. “No, in all seriousness, it’s funny the way everyone found out.” You said.

Matt chuckled and shook his head. “So, basically, this podcast episode is talking about how we met Y/n, how she somehow got stuck with Matt, and how you all figured out the secret.” He said, his fingers tapping against your arm lightly from where his hand was draped over your shoulders.

“And Nick and I are going to try and keep our food down while we’re at it.” Chris said. You rolled your eyes and adjusted your mic.

“Chris is just jealous, don’t listen to him.” Nick said, Chris scoffing into his cup. You threw your head back and laughed, grateful that the microphone only picked up the slightest sound of the raucous noise.

The pod went by smoothly, the four of you bouncing off of each other with jokes and stories that all of you loved. One particular story, you noticed, the fans were editing like crazy.

“Look at this.” Matt said, holding his phone so you could see it from where your head was laid in his lap.

“That isn’t how it happened!” Matt exclaimed, the camera panning to Chris rolling his eyes, and then back to you with your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“That abso-fuckin-lutely is how it happened. You were walking Y/n out, and I ran downstairs to remind her to bring her camera the next day, and I caught you kissing her goodnight! Don’t tell me what I remember, that shit still haunts my nightmares.”

The edit continued, more clips of Chris rolling his eyes at the camera and laughing in slow motion to a song you couldn’t recognize.

You sighed and looked up at Matt. “Out of all of the stories we told on how Nick and Chris found out, that isn’t the one I’d expect to be blowing up.” You said, pressing the comments icon and smiling at all of the sweet things being said about your relationship.

“I mean, it is probably the funniest story we told, Chris was more animated than he’d been in a long time.” Matt said, liking the Tiktok and locking his phone. With his hands free, he traced mindless designs on your arm with his fingertips, and ran his other hand through your hair.

You hummed and closed your eyes, completely relaxing onto the couch. “I saw one the other day, and it was a gag counter. I think Chris hit like thirty before the end of the pod.” Matt said, a huff of air leaving your nose as you grinned and looked up at him.

“There’s no way it was less than fifty, it was ridiculous.” You said, Matt laughing softly above you and shrugging his shoulders.

“Not my problem we make him sick.”

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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

I shook my head under water, focusing on nothing else but the coldness of the water surrounding me, suffocating me. Flailing my arms around as I tried to move away. To breathe. But I couldn't.

I felt a splash next to me to me and arms come around me and pull me up to the surface. I opened my eyes shaking out my hair as I gasped for my breath. I looked up seeing Chris's now wet hair fallen in front of his face staring back at me, holding me above the water.

I coughed and hug my head. "Y/n, you scared the shit out of me" He breathed heavily. I shook my head gasping for a breath of air. I ran my hands over my face as I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Can you not swim?" He asked out of breath, staring at me in shock and worry, his arms so tightly around me I couldn't move away from him even If I tried. He was holding onto me for dear life . I shook my head as I looked at him and wrapped my arms around his neck for stability, and from fear from the ground I couldn't touch under the water.

"Why did you push me into the water?" I said my chest rising and falling. "I-I didn't know you didn't know how to swim" he said frantically. I pulled one hand out from around him and wiped my face. He just looked at me.

His eyes looked more impossibly blue from the light of the pool surrounding us. I just looked at him. "I just never learned" I whispered as he looked at me. He sighed closing his eyes.

"I would have never pushed you in if I knew that. I'm so sorry" he whispered. I just blinked at him. His hair was darker when it was wet, droplets of water dripping from the long strands.

It was still dark outside but the lights from the pool lit up his face in a way that wasn't fair to the rest of humanity. I was consumed by him, from how he looked. The way his hands were pressed against me so tightly as If he was screaming "I'm not letting you go".

"I like your eyes" I whispered not thinking as I just stared at him. He smiled as his hands were locked around my waist. We were in the declining part of the deep end, he could stand—I couldn't. So I held onto him for dear life.

"Yeah?" He whispered. I nodded. "They're pretty" I stated. He smiled. I sighed looking at him. He parted his mouth looking at me, just heavy breaths being heard from both of us, from the coldness of the water. "I'm really cold" I whispered feeling my clothes now drenched sticking to my body. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah me too" He chuckled.

We just stared at each other.

I swallowed before I felt him lean into me, I leaned in too before our foreheads were pressed together and we just stared at each other, our lips less than an inch away from touching. A position we had been in before but this time it was different. This time I felt it so much it hurt my chest.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" I breathed, desperate for the answer. He just stared at me, swallowing. I could see the thoughts across his eyes as I waited for him to answer. The only sounds were us breathing and water dropping from our hair.

"No"

I closed my eyes but stayed pressed against him. "Are you gonna kiss me?" He whispered back. I opened my eyes, blinking back at him. I licked my lips and all I could think about was Max.

"No" I answered. He didn't move from me. "So we're just going to sit here and torture ourselves then?" He asked his voice barely heard. I smiled and chuckled, getting a better grip of my arms around him and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Yeah I guess so" I agreed as we stayed there, neither of us moving, our bodies molded together.

He didn't react, like he was okay with it. Neither of us moving as we sat there for a minute, just painfully looking at each other our noses pressed against one another. My heart beating so fast I could barely breathe. I'd never held eye contact with someone for this long before. But it wasn't uncomfortable in the way most people may find it, no it was a different uncomfortable. It was painful.

Just one swift movement from either one of us and our lips would touch.

"Did you push me in because I was about to kiss you?" I whispered, feeling like I needed to speak. To say anything, to prevent myself from moving. I didn't want to ask the question, but it was like a cloud of embarrassment hanging over my head that I couldn't avoid. He just looked at me for a second before sighing and resting his head against my shoulder, finally tearing his eyes away from me.

I just stared out into the bushes behind him as he sat there against my shoulder. "I'm trying so hard to resist you" he whispered looking up at me. I caught his eye immediately once he lifted his head. He shook his head. "I'm really trying" He whispered. I just looked at him.

"Is it because I have a boyfriend or because of who I am?" I asked before I could think. His face told me everything I needed to know. His eyebrows scrunched, his eyes glossy. His face turned down. I swallowed looking at him. Reading his answer all over his face.

I nodded turning my head away from him. It didn't matter that I had a boyfriend. Max was the last thing on his mind about this situation, we had put ourselves in yet again.

It was the fact that I wasn't Rose.

I couldn't help the tears come to my eyes as I looked away from him. I hated how emotional I was. I wish I could save it. Just nod and get out of the pool and watch him walk away before I let the tears fall from my eyes. But I couldn't hide my emotions in front of Chris, I never had before and It wasn't starting now.

I couldn't change who I was, I was just me. That just never seemed enough for anyone, even the one person that I cared about the most. I took in a shaky breath as I felt my face start to collapse. I didn't want to break in front of him. Not like this. I released my hands before pushing off of him and grabbing the side of the pool with my hands.

"Y/n"

I pulled myself out of the pool before standing up and shaking my head, no words leaving my mouth. I heard him swim to the side of the pool and pull himself out of the pool as well. I reached down gripping my shirt in my hand and ringing out some of the water before reaching down and picking up and towel and throwing it at him.

He grabbed the towel, but held it down. "Y/n, listen please it's not like-"

"No I get it" I snapped looking up at him. My face hard tears starting to fall from my eyes. "I get it alright? It's not a shocking thing to hear." I stated looking at him as he stared down at me. "I haven't been enough for anybody before, I wasn't expecting for that to change now" I spat before turning and walking down the side of the pool, goosebumps filling my body from the cold air and my soaking wet body.

“I’m not Rose and I never will be I’m just me” I said looking back and looking at him. The towel by his side as he looked at me, his body dripping wet. I shook my head before walking back towards the house.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?"

I looked up from my phone, looking up at my boyfriend. I just stared at him as he laid expressionless staring back at me from across the room. My hand started shaking slightly. "What?" My voice broke as I placed my phone into my lap. He stepped towards the bed I was laying on.

"Is there anything--" He raised his eyebrows. "You want to tell me" He stated again as If I hadn't heard him the first time. I couldn't read his face I didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't possibly know about Chris right? There was no way. No even after the fight, Max didn't know him. He had no way of knowing. Unless my mother said something. If she had a death wish.

"No" I stated calmly looking at him. He just stared at me as if he was studying my face. I leaned back from his gaze. "Max what?" I asked shaking my head feeling burning come up my neck. Chris and I didn't kiss, we did nothing wrong. He nodded looking down before pulling something out of his pocket.

"Then what is this?" He asked as he threw it onto my bed. I looked down seeing a pack of cigarettes layed before me. Chris's cigarettes. My eyes went wide. They were the ones that I put in my bag when we were outside, when he comforted me about Max yelling at me for my outfit.

I stared blankly at them and then looked up at him, he raised his eyebrows. "You're smoking now?" he asked looking down at me. I let out a breath. Yes, me. I'm smoking. I looked back up at him, his gaze still angry.

"Y/n, that's gross" He said shaking his head at me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "It's not that gross" I said picturing Chris with a cigarette in between his teeth.

Not gross to me.

He scoffed shaking his head. "I knew I tasted smoke on your lips that night" He said shaking his head at me like I was a child. I just looked at him as he paced back and forth in front of me. Like he couldn't wrap his mind around me smoking cigarettes. Well, I didn't but still.

It was easier to sit here and pretend I chain smoke cigarettes than explain that those are in fact not mine.

I'll take the easier situation.

He paused looking over at me. "Is that all you've been hiding from me? Or are you living some other secret life I had no idea about?" Max spat looking at me. I swallowed. Oh fuck.

"Max what-no?" I lied through my teeth as I looked at him, standing up off my bed and walking over to him as he glared at me. "Max come on, I smoke big deal-" I said shaking my head. His eyes went wide.

"It is a big deal! My girlfriend isn't going to be smoking cigarettes" He said pointing at himself. I stepped back looking at him.

"You're girlfriend?" I scoffed. He stepped towards me. "Yeah my girlfriend, you're mine. When people look at you--They think of me" He said harshly clenching his teeth. I shook my head, smiling slightly there was no way he was speaking to me like this right now.

"God forbid they look at me as Y/n Labraut. As myself instead of someone's property!" I yelled at him. He shook his head at me. "Do your parents know about this?" He asked looking at me and crossing his arms over his chest.

I closed my eyes and took in a breath. "No Max, I didn't my mommy about the fact that I smoke" I said holding up my hands. He took in a long breath.

"Maybe this was the divide that's been between us" He stated. "You keeping this from me" He said motioning to the cigarettes on the bed. I looked down at the bed and then back up to me. "Oh so it's my fault?" I asked shaking my head. He nodded.

"Yeah it's your fault" He glared at me. I pursed my lips looking at him. "Well I'm sorry that i'm such a horrible girlfriend" I whispered shaking my head. He let out a breath and looked down. I just looked at him. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of him yelling at me. I'm tired of him thinking everything was my fault.

"Y/n" He sighed stepping forward. "Just stop smoking for me okay? It's not a good look--It's for weird people with no lives--It's for losers" He said blankly. I glared at him. "It's not for losers" I said through clenched teeth. He nodded. "Yes it is. You're not a loser, you're a Labraut and you better--"

"Start acting like one" I finished looking at him raising my eyebrows. "Yeah Max, I know" I breathed turning my head and looking away from him. He walked up to me before placing his hands on my hips and placing his face into my neck. I moved away from him slightly.

"Baby, what's going on? Talk to me" He whispered against me before pulling my hips to him. I moved from his touch. "Nothing's going on" I stated, execpt you being an absolue jackass. He looked up at me, his face hardened.

"When was the last time we had sex?" He asked making me close my eyes. "What?" I asked pressing my hands up to my face, wondering what the fuck this had to do with anything.

"When was the last time we had sex?" He stated again motioning between us. I just blinked at him. I didn't know. I couldn't remember. It was like---

The night before I met Chris.

Almost a month ago.

I shrugged. He let out a breath wrapping his arms back around me and pulling me to him. I just looked at him. "Let just relax okay?" he breathed running his hands over my hips. I just watched. "You seem stressed, I'm stressed--" He said scanning my face. I shook my head slightly.

"Come on baby, let's just forget this ever happened hm? I miss seeing your body" He hummed leaning his face up to mine. I just watched him.

"My body huh?" I asked softly. He nodded, his eyes not leaving mine. I leaned down next to his ear. "Well, isn't that just the nicest thing you've ever said about me" I whispered before pushing him off of me.

He looked up at me angrily.

"If you think I'm having sex with you after you just screamed at me--" I scoffed looking at him. He just stood there. I shook my head.

"Just get out" I said holding my hands up and shaking my head. He glared at me hard. "You're a real fucking bitch sometimes you know" He said harshly before turning and walking out of my door, slamming it making me flinch.

I felt like shit, maybe because my boyfriend just tried to guilt trip me into having sex with him, but I knew that wasn't the real reason.

My mind was on the night at the pool yesterday. Staring at the boy I knew I shouldn't have feelings for, but did anyway as he looked at me wishing he was seeing someone else. My chest hurt just remembering it.

If I could be anyone else I promise you I would be.

But I can't change who I am. I was born into a family that hates my existence, a boyfrined that looks a me like dress-up doll, and when I finally think that I found someone who likes me for me---for my thoughts, It all came crashing down with the hard realization that this was my life.

I'll never be as brave or as sure as Chris wants me to be. I'll never be as strong-headed and business oriented as my parents want me to be, and I'll never be as agreeable and accommodating as Max wanted me to be.

I felt like my whole body was being pulled in a million different directions a million people telling me who they wanted me to be, and none of the people they want is actually me.

Maybe I didn't know who I was, I was only 17, and that's suppose to be okay. I'm still trying to figure that out. But I guess it was okay for everyone who wasn't a Labraut.

I thought Chris was different. He listened to what I had to say. He calls me pretty. He walks me home. He does things for me no one has ever done for me before. Was I naive enough to think that he liked me?

I get it, it's not his fault that he's been in love before. Madly in love with someone else. If anything, i'm envious of the feeling because truly, I have never felt that.

Now i'm thinking i'll never feel that. Chris is the only person who I feel like I can say and do whatever I want with no judgement, he makes me feel like me, whoever that girl is.

I'm finding her piece by piece everyday when I'm with him. But the jab in the heart of him not liking me for the soul purpose that I wasn't her, was something that I almost couldn't look past.

I wondered why he loved her. I wondered what she was like. If she was kind. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. I'll never know. I just know that he did, love her.

Maybe Chris and I were just friends and I was just making up all the moments in my head, maybe he was just trying to move on from her death. If there was anything that I didn't know, it was constantly what he was thinking.

I just wanted to me and I just wanted that to be okay.

I felt something drop onto my cheek. I reached up feeling my cheeks down wet. Great, I was crying. I wish I wasn't so emotional.

People would kill to be in my position. To be a Labraut, to live in this house--to have my parents, my boyfriend. And I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I shook my head of how ridiculous I felt. I reached over flicking off the lamp.

I just needed some sleep. I closed my eyes as I turned over on my pillow, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. Maybe If I tried and wished hard enough, I could wake up as somebody else.

I let out a long needed breath from my lungs and swallowed back my tears.

tap.

My eyes shot open. I looked towards the curtains that were covering the glass doors to my balcony.

tap tap.

I shot up, feeling my heart beating out my chest. Fear filling my lungs. What the fuck? I swallowed clicking on my bedside table lamp, letting light fill the room again. I just sat there staring at the doors.

tap tap

Okay, I'm not crazy. I pushed the covers off of my body and stood up walking slowly over to the doors before unlocking them and pushing them open.

My body froze when I saw a pair of familiar blue eyes staring back at me. His face looked dishevled, out of breath, worried.

"Hey" He breathed, his chest rising and falling. My eyes wide as I looked at him. "Chris what are you doing here?" I asked shaking my head. He blinked at me, his eyes not leaving me as he stood there in front of me.

"I just--" He shook his head. "I just had to see you I-" He stuttered as he stared at me. I swallowed as I looked at him, trying to read what he was thinking, but I never could.

"There was something--" he breathed looking at me. I just blinked at him.

"--I forgot to say last night, in the pool" He explained. I just looked at him waiting for him to continue. He just stared at me, pressing his lips together his eyebrows furrowed. I shook my head at him.

"Chris what is it?" I asked looking at him. His expression didn't change as he looked at me.

"What do you have to--"

All the sudden I was cut off by his lips consuming mine.

don't kill me - autumn

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byechristopher · 5 months

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can u do a fic where chris and reader are dating but reader gets insecure because she sees all these old pics and vids of chris with this girl he used to be with but they talk about it and they say to each other they're in love for the first time this is bad sorry but i'm lowkey sad and need this

Trust Me.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF.

Author's note: Hey there, thank you for the request! Now, I didn't know how to bring up the old photos, so y e s, I used snapchat memories (happened to me, so..). I hope you like it either way. 🤍 Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: None, sliiight angst. Did not proofread!

Usually, I'm not one to stare at people, but when it comes to Chris, I can never resist, even when he's doing the simplest tasks. We've only been dating for a couple of months, and while I wouldn't label myself as "obsessed," I find myself captivated by him.

My thoughts are interrupted by Chris (not that I mind) as I sit on the pavement, and he bends over to gently kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks. I smile and grasp his hands, looking up at him to see his beautiful smile.

"Beautiful day today, huh?" he says, sitting down beside me, his head tilted back, soaking in the sunshine.

I gaze at him, appreciating the way the sun highlights his curls, makes his skin glow, and brings out the pink in his lips and the icy blue of his eyes. God.

"Yes, very beautiful," I chuckle, joining him in looking up at the sky, letting the sun caress my face as well.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him so that he can press a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, yes. Can I play that game on your phone?" I grin, knowing he is not able to resist that and he chuckles, giving me his phone.

"Here you go, babe."

He leaves and I immediately unlock his phone. I want to start the game but a notification from snapchat pops up and I accidentally press on it. I roll my eyes because it is one of these "memories" thingies, it said two years ago.

When it opens, my stomach drops. A few pictures and a video of Chris and his ex girlfriend are under this notification. I know I shouldn't feel anything but I do. Especially when I see how tightly he's holding her, the way he looks into her eyes. The video is my last straw – he's cupping her cheeks while pressing kisses all over her face, saying over and over again how much he loves her. He sounds very genuine. He's never told me he loves me. Ouch.

I quickly close the app and lock his phone, not in the mood to play any of the games on his phone anymore. I can't fathom my emotions – perhaps because I've already fallen for him, and the fact that he might not love me just yet triggers an unsettling feeling within me. Not a positive one.

I go back inside the apartment because I am not in the mood to enjoy any type of sunshine either, so when he's done and he doesn't see me there, he gets confused.

"Babe? Where are you?" his shouts reach me, and I take a deep breath, wondering whether I should tell him anything or just leave it be.

"Hey, I'm up here." I say, standing on top of the stairs as I look down at him.

His smile brightens and he starts walking up the stairs to meet me – he's got a fresh hoodie on now, his hair is damp and the fact that he looks like the cutest human being on earth doesn't help with the fact that I want to cry.

"Why'd you leave? I thought you wanted to stay outside for a while," he questions, pulling me close for a kiss.

"Yeah, just not in the mood," I shrug, failing to force a smile before heading to the bedroom.

"Babe." he follows, concerned, "is there something wrong?" he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"No.. just.. everything's fine." I realise how stupid I will sound if I say anything so now I am just stuck with my mood swings.

"You know you can tell me everything, yes?" he gets on his knees right in front of me as I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on my thighs and giving them a small reassuring squeeze.

I look down at him, then down to my fingers, really considering telling him now. With a small sigh, I cover my face with both hands, "I accidentally opened your snapchat memories." I say, really getting embarrassed now, "and it was you.. with.. yeah."

I can hear him sighing as well, knowing what I'm talking about, but he doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he grabs my hands gently pulling them away from my face, bringing them both close to his lips so he can kiss them.

"Baby.. you know this means absolutely nothing now, right?" his voice is so sweet and gentle, like honey, it makes me want to cry.

"I know.. please, I just.. I don't know why I'm feeling this way." I know exactly why I'm feeling that way but I would never tell him that, he'd be so uncomfortable. Especially if he doesn't love me back just yet.

"It's normal, I think I would feel the same way if I saw you with your ex." he nods, still pressing kisses to the palms of my hands, "but you need to know that you're the only one I see. For a very long time now." his eyes look sincere as he makes sure to keep eye contact with me no matter how much I avoid it.

I don't say anything, I only nod – he gets up and quickly picks me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist as he sits at the edge of the bed with me in his lap this time. His hands touch me everywhere, my thighs, my waist, my back, my hair – his touch is feather-like, it feels dreamy.

"You know, baby.." he speaks with his gentle voice, "..I might not talk about my feelings as much as you do, but that doesn't mean I don't feel as much as you do." he buries his hand in my hair, his lips close to my ear, pressing kisses there and on my cheek.

I don't have the time to say anything because he continues, "I'm very, very bad when it comes to expressing my feelings, I think you know that by now." he chuckles a bit, making me smile a little bit, "but what I'm feeling for you, I don't think I've ever experienced before." he says and I don't want to get my hopes up but my heart definitely does something, "the moment I saw you, I knew. And that scared me. The fact that my heart felt something, by just looking at you."

I pull back just a bit to look at him, his hands now cupping my cheeks, caressing my skin, "and still to this day, even after all these months, I still feel the same way I felt when I first saw you." he presses his forehead against mine, kissing my lips every now and then, "I am.. madly in love with you, baby." he whispers and I almost widen my eyes.

"What–" only this word comes out of my mouth but I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him a million things. But nothing else comes out and my heart starts beating fast, like crazy.

"Yes. I am sorry if it's too soon for you. But I wanted to say it to you since like.. the first month. I just didn't want you to think of me as a weirdo.." he chuckles and I chuckle, too, "and anyway, you know I don't necessarily like expressing my feelings but sometimes it is necessary for the both of us."

"I am in love with you too.." I smile, my arms wrapping around his neck to bring him even closer to me, "and I have been for a while now." I whisper against his lips.

"Shit. You're doing it again.." he whispers, his smile so big, "the thing. My heart." he whispers again and I laugh softly.

"Stop. I love you." I say and my heart feels at peace.

He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist again, hugging me close before kissing me again, "I love you too."

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well now that you let the angst monster peek out… can we have a luke and five star argument that happens while she’s visiting that leaves everyone tense and forcing them to make up, or smth along those lines?? i need more of their angst it’s too good 😁🙏

song: i choose you by kiana lede

"what do you want me to do, five star?" luke asked, trailing behind you. you both just entered the concert venue for their second album's listening session. the event was starting in a few hours and it was a struggle to sneak in through the back without any of the fans noticing you.

"do not call me that right now," you hissed, marching over to the back exit.

"fuck, are you serious? can you just-- stop walking so fast!" luke picked up his pace and planted his feet in front of you. he looked at you in disbelief as you crossed your arms over your chest with your lips in a pout. you tried to look at anything but him. "what do you want me to do, huh? you don't want people to know about us, which is fine! i'm good with that, but i can't control what people say about me. i can't control that they're speculating things. you know they're not true!"

you were being stubborn. you knew this. it wasn't luke's fault that someone named him as their celebrity crush and that the poisoned mercury fans were shipping them now. it wasn't his fault that your tiktok page was just edits of your boyfriend and the gorgeous, beautiful, singer. she didn't know luke was in a relationship. she didn't even know you existed.

outside of yours and luke's immediate circles, nobody knew. the long-distance thing was a blessing in disguise while you two hid your relationship from the public. no paparazzi pictures. no fan sightings.

"i don't know, okay?" you groaned, rubbing your face with your hands. "i don't know what i want right now."

"it looks like you wanna leave," luke clenched his jaw, gesturing to the door you were racing towards. "is that what you wanna do?"

you looked at him, hard and cold, "maybe i do."

luke scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hide the hurt in his face. he shook his head, an empty smile appearing on his lips, "fine. go, then."

around the corner, the boys and clarisse watched in silence. they were startled by the sound of you and luke arguing. you weren't yelling at each other, but the tone of your voices were rough. they'd never heard you guys like this before.

you and luke always spoke in hushed whispers with each other. sickeningly loving voices that were reserved for each other. the boys often joked about throwing up every time you and luke shared a kiss in front of them, but they loved seeing the two of you in love. so seeing you guys argue was something they weren't prepared for.

sure, couples argue and they fight, they weren't stupid enough to think that you two didn't do that, but you two always seemed to work it out. neither of you have ever left each other like this.

connor turned to clarisse when you walked out of the venue, slamming the door behind you as you left the building, "well, shit."

"what do we do?" travis questioned, panic in his eyes. "we have a gig in a few and luke is supposed to be singing these love songs he wrote about the girl who just left."

"dude. that's the last thing that should be on your mind," chris smacked him on the arm, "they just got in a fight."

"come on, it's luke and y/n. they're not gonna break up," he replied nonchalantly, "they're meant to be. i'm not worried about them."

"i am," clarisse mumbled. the boys all turned to look at her. "i-i've never seen her like this."

the boys were close, of course, they were, but they didn't always talk about relationships like this. they only knew about the surface-level things about your relationship because luke wasn't one to gush about the details of it. but if clarisse, who knew more about your side of the story, says that they should be worried, then maybe they should be.

before any of them could reply, luke walked by the group, grumbling and visibly upset. he collapsed on the couch with a thud and glared at them, "what?"

"are we gonna ignore the fucking elephant in the room?" travis asked, quirking an eyebrow. he motioned to the area where luke was previously standing, "what the fuck was that?"

"i'm not in the mood, stoll."

"you need to be more empathetic, bro," connor sighed, placing a hand on the older stoll's back.

"hey, none of you keep me for my empathy," travis shrugged, sitting beside luke. he nudged him with his elbow, trying to get him to crack a smile, "you keep me for my innate ability to kill it on the drums and for my humor. oh! and my killer looks, how can i forget that?"

luke snorted, letting out a dry laugh. he shoved travis playfully, easing his shoulders, "you're terrible."

"you guys okay?" clarisse piped in, standing beside chris. she reached for his hand to anchor her. "that seemed intense."

"i don't know," luke chewed on his bottom lip, "she's mad that fans are shipping me with some actress that said i was her celebrity crush, but i don't know what to do about it."

"oh, i've seen those edits," she cringed, sending luke a sad smile. "they're everywhere right now."

"clar, i don't know what i'm supposed to do here," luke was out of ideas. he propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "she doesn't want people to know about us, which is fair. i get it. i'm fine with keeping it under wraps for now because i also don't want the media in my personal business and i don't wanna subject her to that. but like-- what am i supposed to do? i can't control what people make up online."

"yeah that's fair," she mused. she paused for a second. "did she ever tell you about the guy who asked her out to his frat formal?"

"yeah," luke mumbled, "la rue, if your goal was to get me madder, it's working because i distinctly remember telling five star that i would fly to north carolina to punch that guy square in the jaw."

"calm down," she laughed, "but you know how you're feeling right now? that's how y/n feels, but like a hundred times more. imagine people telling you that your girlfriend would be perfect with some other guy, who probably would make more sense for her. he goes to her school, he's attractive-- their relationship would make sense."

"y/n has to deal with having to share you with the world, luke. and it's not your fault and she wouldn't trade what you guys have for anything, but having to see people talk about her boyfriend being perfect with someone else? i dunno," she shrugged, looking at chris. chris held her hand tighter. she turned to luke again, "i would probably react the same way as her."

"oh," luke conceded. "just curious, what was the guy's name?"

"y/n didn't even bother getting his name," clarisse said. "she just said no and walked away. then she called you because she missed you."

"get your ass up and get your girl, castellan," travis pushed luke off the couch.

luke didn't need to be told twice. he opened the door, craning his head left and right to look for you. he saw you leaning against the wall, a familiar device in your hand. you exhaled, smoke escaping your parted lips, walking over to him.

luke met you halfway, pulling you to his body when he got close enough. he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, "don't like it when we fight."

"i don't either," you mumbled, gripping him tightly, "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"you know there's nobody else for me, yeah?"

"no, i know," you pulled away from him a tiny bit, but luke wasn't having it. he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from taking a step back. you looked up at him, feeling vulnerable, "it's just getting to me, i think. it's hard to be unphased when everyone wants your boyfriend."

"fuck everyone else," luke hummed, placing a soft kiss on your lips. your lips molded together perfectly. "want you. only you. next time you're feeling this way, tell me, okay? i can think of so many better ways than fighting to reassure you of how i feel."

you giggled, trailing kisses on his jawline, "i can think of a few ways right now."

he pulled out his phone, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "we got a three hours. how many ways do you think we can do?"

"so this song is not on the album," luke started, taking his mic off the stand. the crew rushed over to switch to the acoustic set. his eyes found yours in the small crowd. you furrowed your eyebrows in a questioning manner. "but we wanted to give you guys a surprise song at this listening session."

travis got situated on his acoustic drum set, sending luke a thumbs up. the rest of the boys sat on the stools in front of the crowd. cheers erupted from the group you and clarisse sat with, all buzzing with excitement that they were getting an unreleased song.

"i wrote this song a few weeks ago and we haven't gotten the chance to record it so it may be rough," luke laughed into the mic, eyes not leaving yours. "but i wrote this song about a girl that i met last summer. and... well, i'll let the song speak for itself. this is 'i choose you.' hope you like it."

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #i cant have them mad at each other too long it hurts my heart #luke castellan x reader

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Hot Take: Magnifico learning magic and learning how to protect the wishes would've been a better plot for Wish.

Think of it. We start with a town on fire and see Magnifico running away. Maybe he gets caught by the villain. "Any last wishes?" Maybe we see his parents or siblings tackle the villain and tell him to run only for him to watch them be killed (off screen of course).

We get a shot of our villain. I'm thinking a very Shan Yu-like from Mulan. Just, evil. Pillager. Bad Guy.

Magnifico escapes. Since he's gonna be voiced by Chris Pine still (of course), we get the ROTG voice over. "I never saw them again. I never saw my home again. And I vowed that that would never happen again. But that was a long time ago." Cue musical sting, pan up to the night sky and wishing star, title.

Fast forward, Magnifico is now a teenager. Has an adopted mother, living in a cottage in the woods or something near town. He's trying to study magic in his free time, his mother is worried about him getting in over his head. He wants to apply for the magic school in the town. Cue song a la "When Will My Life Begin."

He takes the magic exam and isn't bad, but isn't good enough. Maybe they're snobs, maybe it's really that he failed fair and square.

Note: Amaya also lives in this town. They're friends.

Breakdown that night. Cue "So I Make This Wish," almost verbatim and summons... STAR!

Humanoid Boy Star from the concept art, specifically.

They get talking. Magnifico is obviously starstruck (ba dum tish).

M: "you're, you're---"

S: stupendous, extraordinary, splendiferous?

M: magnificent

Cue discussion about why he's out there wishing, the magic exam, why he wants to learn magic, and Star offers to teach him.

Not sure what happens here. Probably mini-quest to get magic books or items. Upbeat montage song. At the end, hint that the bad guy is coming to destroy this town now.

Somewhere in here, we befriend Amaya more and Magnifico starts to fall in love with her. Cue cute romantic song, something about wishing for each other. Star in the background a la Eponine from Les Mis. NOW we can either go romance or friendship route: either way, there is pining about how he is a cosmic entity, ageless, can't stay forever, and Magnifico is going to grow up and do great things without him.

Oh no!! Bad guys are suddenly a lot closer! We've got to prep and do something! Potentially an ensemble/town song. Culminates in Star asking Magnifico what his wish really is. We see his wish is founding Rosas with Amaya at his side. Star reassures him that that's exactly what he's going to do and teaches him how to take and protect wishes. We got a duet a la "For Good" between them. Star tells him that he's going to be magnificent.

Big battle against the bad guys! Magnifico with his really cool sorcery powers! He takes the Bad Guy's wish to harm people and makes him forget it. Magnifico also gets a cool "Defying Gravity" song here with some line about promising to protect people's wishes and if he should ever fail or use that power for evil, may he be cursed or something. Foreshadowing, y'know?

We get one last goodbye as Star goes to leave. Do they kiss? Maybe. Do they have A SUPER TIGHT TENDER HUG FULL OF LOVR AND CARE. ABSOLUTELY. I LIVE FOR THAT. Probably a reprise of one of the songs here.

Fast forward once more to Magnifico as a young adult with Amaya, sailing on a ship as they discover the island that will become Rosas.

Fin.

#Ill probably draw something for this eventually #but enjoy my train of thought #The music would be so good!!!#Wish #Disney wish #Wish Disney #King Magnifico #Brittany rambles

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I've Got A Crush On You

Part Two: Not Tonight

A WMCJ!Jeremy x Reader Fic

Soundtrack: Not Tonight- Lil' Kim (many features)

Jeremy gets to take Ms. Flexible out for a date, but he quickly realizes that he's in way over his head after his last relationship. Kamal is doing is best to keep his present and past separate, but when one of his players gets into some trouble, he finds that you really can't leave behind the place that made you.

Warnings: language, Jeremy being Jeremy, mentions of violence, kissing

A/N: not beta'd for time, I'll go back later and make edits if necessary

"PASS THE BALL!", Jeremy yelled above the sound of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, his voice echoing off the gym walls. "Isaiah pass the b-", he groaned as Isaiah tried to shoot the ball, his off balance attempt ricocheting off the rim and careening across the bleachers.

The West LA Dragons youth basketball team had two weeks of practice under their belt, and they had nothing to show for it. There were only two players on the team who could even dribble or shoot the ball, and the others were like newborn giraffes on the court, stumbling over their feet, every shot coming up at least three feet short, and to the right. "I swear to-", Jeremy cried out, running his hands through his tight curls.

"No swearing!" Chris called out from the bleachers, his head down, looking at the stat sheet.. "Go get your friend, man." He gestured at Kamal to get Jeremy all the way together.

"Alright, water break", Kamal called out to the team with a clap of his hands, each player immediately collapsed on the ground, their chests heaving to try to catch a breath, no energy to even run and get some water. "Dude, what's the problem? They're kids, you've got 'em running drills like soldiers", Kamal said at a whisper.

"Have you seen this team? You know I don't believe in corporal punishment", Jeremy placed a peaceful hand on his chest to signify his love of pacification, making Kamal roll his eyes dramatically, "but some of these kids need the belt".

Kamal narrowed his eyes at Jeremy, "Nah, you're more annoying than usual. What's really going on?"

Jeremy let out a humorless chuckle, squeezing at his hips with his hands as he shuffled his weight nervously back and forth. "I'm nervous about tonight."

"What's tonight?", Kamal asked, his brow knitted together with confusion. "Dude, stop playing with me." Jeremy scoffed. He could barely focus on anything today but you, and his nerves were getting the best of him.

"I'm not fuckin' with you man. I have no idea what you're talking about." Kamal stifled a laugh, he loved to see Jeremy squirm under pressure. "Man, my date tonight!" He spoke louder than he intended, his voice carrying across the room.

"Woah! Mr. Tumnus has a date tonight!", Isaiah teased, the team breaking out in laughter at his joke. Jeremy quickly paced over to him in anger. "How do you even know that reference?! You weren't even born when that movie came out." He flexed his jaw at his pint size enemy.

"It was a book first, you moron, we read it in school", Isaiah shrugged, letting the ball roll off his fingertips. "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe?" Jeremy glanced back at Kamal with wide eyes to confirm, his friend giving him a nod. "Ok, well...shut up and shoot the ball." He didn't have a comeback, and he was honestly starting to wonder how this kid knew so many pop culture references that he didn't.

"Good comeback, Will Ferrell", Isaiah let out a humorless breath, looking around for confirmation that his joke landed. "Okay, you know what? That one was a reach!" Jeremy snatched the ball from him, holding it behind his back as the kid tried to get it back from him. He leaned forward, getting on Isaiah's level, his tone even. "I don't know if all the Fortnite you play is rotting your brain or something, but if you don't get in line and start showing me a little respect, you're gonna get laughed off the court at tomorrow's game."

Isaiah gave him an cocky grin. "I'm surprised you know what Fortnite is, I didn't know they had it when Jesus was around, ya old man."

"J, don't." Kamal warned, having heard their entire conversation. He could tell that Jeremy was starting to get pissed off, and if provoked, namaste could quickly turn into something nama-nasty. "Its' fine, its' fine." Jeremy waived him off; he wasn't about to let anyone ruin his day today. "Fine, you don't wanna be a team player, everyone's getting punished." The smile dropped from Isaiah's face as Jeremy stood up, blowing his whistle that hung around his neck. "Laps, everyone!" There was a collective groan heard in the room as everyone slowly stood up.

"That's not fair!", Isaiah called out. "Yeah, yeah, they call you "Swiffer, lets see you swiffer this court as you run around it." Jeremy blew his whistle again.

"Its Swisher", Isaiah mumbled under his breath as he started running, catching up with the group.

"Dude, I could have sworn I told you about my date tonight", Jeremy turned back to Kamal, palming the basketball as the two of them made their way to the bleachers. "You did", Kamal chuckled, taking a sip from his water bottle, "I just love fuckin' with you."

"I can't believe you actually did it", Kamal chuckled as he sat down on the couch opposite Jeremy. He begrudgingly agreed to come over to Jeremy's place after practice and help him pick out an outfit for his date tonight, only because he could tell Jeremy was more nervous than usual. He pushed aside the money tree and bottles of unidentifiable "health" liquids that occupied Jeremy's coffee table. His apartment always smelled like dirt and patchouli oil, and even though he'd been over many times, he never got used to the scent.

"Why do you have zero faith in me? After all that we've been through." Jeremy sucked his teeth at his best friend as he leaned back, pulling out his phone. He'd been scrolling through your Instagram all morning, trying to get a feel for the kind of person you were. He didn't want to take you to Malibu if you were more of a Beverly Hills kind of girl, and he felt the pressure to make a good impression on you because the crush he had only grew with each passing day.

"Because I know you", Kamal interjected, "and I know that your breakup with Tati broke you. To be honest, I didn't think you were ever gonna get back out there." He pointed at the bottle that looked the least disgusting. "Can I try this?" Jeremy nodded, ruffling his curls with his fingers.

Talking about his last girlfriend, their relationship ending after five good years together, was still a sensitive subject for him. The way things ended left a lot to be desired, and he was really nervous about starting to date again. Still, he couldn't let on how hurt he still was, especially to Kamal, because he would never let him live it down.

"Listen, I broke up with her. We were just moving in to different directions. I was focused on my business and she..."

"Was focused on some other guys dick?" Kamal grimaced as the green juice hit his taste buds. He put the bottle down, spitting what was left in his mouth in a napkin. "What the fuck is in here? It tastes like ass."

Jeremy perked up, taking the bottle from the table. "Wheatgrass. I've been working on a new formula. Its supposed to be really good for your digestive system."

"You know its not supposed to taste the way it would come out, going in right?" Jeremy ignored his dig, his gaze focused on your latest story post. You were posing with your sister and nephew in the booth of a restaurant, red pleather seats behind you and a very distinctive donkey with a sombrero on in the very back corner. Jeremy couldn't shake the feeling that he recognized the place, but couldn't quite put his finger on exactly where.

Just as he pressed the red heart emoji on the screen, a notification fell down from the top of the screen.

You: How does Las Anitas on Olvera Street sound tonight? Its my favorite restaurant

Jeremy couldn't help the smile that formed on your face at the cute emojis you overused in your text. He replied that he'd swing by your place to pick you up at 8pm before looking back up at Kamal.

"What?" Jeremy tipped his head at Kamal who was grinning ear to ear. "Nothing", he shook his head, taking another sip of the drink, and suppressing a gag at the taste once again, "its just nice to see you smiling. Good change of pace."

Jeremy could feel his face heat up with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny that Kamal was right. "See this is what I'm talking about. If we could just be open and vulnerable with each other, we could be even better f-". Kamal gave Jeremy a look of disgust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Fuck no, man, I told you about that "therapy" shit, I'm not tryna hear that."

"I feel like you're not giving it a chance!" Jeremy called out to him, his focus still on his phone, mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

"So, you're going out with a hippie?", your older sister, Nikki asked as she plopped herself down on your bed. You sighed as you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, putting your finishing touches on your outfit. Jeremy was supposed to arrive any minute, and you were growing increasingly nervous with each passing second. It'd been a while since you'd been on a date, and you weren't much for relationships, so you didn't have a lot of experience with flirting or carrying small talk.

"He's not a hippie", you giggled, leaning forward and touching up your lip-gloss. "He's just health conscious, and he seems sweet."

"Yeah, give it a couple months and you'll be moving to his commune and stop shaving your legs and wearing deodorant." You gave your sister a look through the mirror, a laugh escaping her lips when she noticed you. "That's not his vibe. He's from Beverly Hills." You were about to carry on when you heard a knock on the door. You might have been a little too eager when you ran past Mattias, who was playing video games on the couch.

Jeremy gave you a mega-watt smile when you opened the door, your stomach full of butterflies when you saw how good he looked outside of his gym clothes.

"Y-you look beautiful", Jeremy stuttered over his words as his eyes roamed your body. "Thanks", you felt your face heat up at his compliment. "Come in, I'm almost ready."

You left Jeremy at the entrance while you ran to your room to grab your purse and slip on your shoes. Jeremy felt uncomfortable, taking in the immaculately kept apartment, full of family mementos and vintage furniture pieces. "What's up Mattias?" Jeremy greeted the 12 year old, who only returned a nod, his focus on the TV.

"So, you're the hippie." Your sister strolled into the living room. She was a single mom, with a past of rough relationships and a bitter baby daddy of her own, so she was always skeptical of every man she came across. Jeremy opened his mouth to defend himself, but you interrupted just in time, pushing him through the door.

"Please ignore my sister, Nikki, she doesn't have any house training." Mattias pushed past the two of you out the front door and ran toward his bike hooked up to the rack out front of the building. "Where are you going?", you asked, confused as to why he'd be leaving after 8pm.

"I'm going to Isaiah's house, we're gonna play hoops.", he threw over his shoulder as he mounted his bike. "You better be back before 10!", you called after him as Jeremy guided you to the car.

Jeremy was still "automobile challenged" ever since he broke up with Tatiana, so he had to practically beg Kamal to use his car, finally breaking him down to borrow the Honda after Jeremy agreed to watch Drew three date nights in a row.

You stood at the passenger side while he struggled to open the rusted door, finally getting it open after a hard pull, stumbling back. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath with a chuckle as he jogged over to the drivers side, and you slid into the passenger seat. The engine sputtered as Jeremy tried to turn the key, a hard metal scratching sound shook the car. "Sorry", he repeated, his face bright red. Finally the engine turned over-

You covered your ears as music blared through the speakers, lyrics flooding the car as Jeremy frantically tried to find the stereo volume button.

🎶I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body🎶

He punched the "off" button, making you jump. "Sorry." Third time was the charm, even with apologies.

"Ed Sheeran, huh?", you giggled, playfully pushing him in the shoulder. You could visibly see him relax, his shoulders falling down from his ears, as he realized that you were pretty chill and he didn't have to work so hard to impress you.

"Dude, I don't know about this." Mattias sized up the chain link fence in front of him, at least twice his height. It was pitch black, the only light source coming from the flashlight he had in his hand. He looked out to the bright neon sign of the gas station a couple feet away in front of him. Isaiah gave him a push, a few of his other teammates behind him cheering him on. "If you wanna be a part of the team, you've gotta do this."

Growing up, Mattias always had a hard time making friends. He was a really shy kid, and it didn't help that his mom had him moving around all of Southern California, never putting roots down for more than a couple months. By sixth grade, he'd been at his fifth school, and finally his mom promised that he'd be here for a long time. When you moved in to help pay some of the bills and help raise Mattias, he finally felt like he'd found a home, and this time, he was determined to make friends.

The basketball team was his saving grace, because he was spending a lot of time with kids his age, and for the most part they were pretty nice. Isaiah was definitely the leader of the crew, and Mattias felt he had to impress him, which was why he was currently about to jump a fence.

"C'mon, Matti, do it!", his friends edged him on. "C'mon, unless you're a pussy", Isaiah spit out. The was enough to get Mattias going, who jumped onto the chain link fence and hoisted himself over the metal bars, easily jumping down to the other side. "Aren't you guys coming?"

Isaiah and the rest of the group avoided eye contact, no one else working to make their way over the fence too. "No, this is part of the initiation. You have to go into that gas station and steal something without getting caught." Mattias could feel his stomach start to churn. "You do that, you're in the group."

"I don't wanna do that. I'll get in trouble." Mattias could only imagine the look on yours and his mom's face if he was brought home in a cop car. "We all had to do it, so you have to, too. Unless you're scared", Isaiah teased in a sing-song tone, letting out an evil chuckle. He was torn. He was desperate to make friends, but getting caught would for sure get him grounded for the next year and his mom would pull him from the team.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Mattias heard the chants behind him as he contemplated his next move. He got a running start, sprinting across the empty field until he reached the edge of the gas station lot. He looked to the right and left of him and made sure that no one saw him enter the convenience store.

He would just make sure he didn't get caught.

So far, the date was going pretty well. You actually enjoyed hearing Jeremy talk about his holistic smoothie business, and it definitely didn't hurt that he was really easy on the eyes.

"So this is your favorite restaurant?", Jeremy switched topics, noticing you staring at him. He was staring at you too, but how could he not, you were fucking gorgeous.

"Yeah, its the first place I came to when I moved here to live with my sister and nephew, and now we come here all the time. Mostly birthday's and celebrations, but its become our spot, ya know?" You gave him a soft smile.

"Are you not originally from LA?" Jeremy asked as he played with the plastic menu in his hands. He already knew the answer, that you were originally from Texas, having practically stalked your social media to prepare for this date, but he wasn't going to let on that he knew that. "No, I'm originally from Houston. Didn't think I'd ever live in LA, but its actually not that bad if you can get past the traffic."

As you continued to talk about your career as a nurse, and the closest thing to your heart, your family, you could see that Jeremy was a little distracted, constantly glancing over your right shoulder. It kind of hurt to think that maybe he thought you were boring and not worth listening to. After the third look past you, you interrupted his eye line, snapping your fingers at him. "Something wrong? Am I boring you?", you ended with a giggle, to soften the blow of your accusation.

Jeremy's throat went dry as he looked at the other side of the restaurant. He'd recognize her anywhere, even her side profile. He was 99% sure that Tatiana was in the same restaurant, on a date with another guy.

"Fuck", he shot out under his breath, but you heard him. "What's going on?", you looked around the room, trying to figure out what had him so upset.

Jeremy remembered where he recognized the red leather booths and the donkey with the sombrero now. This was where he and Tatiana had their first date. His face somehow simultaneously went white and red, his cheeks a bright pink.

"Jeremy, are you okay? You don't look so good." Your voice snapped him back to reality. What the hell was he doing? He was on a date with a gorgeous woman, someone he was lucky to get the attention of, and he was still hung up on on ex. He just needed to get it-

He ducked behind the menu, shielding his face as Tatiana and the mystery guy walked past toward the exit. You pulled up your menu as well, getting level with him. "Who are we hiding from? Do you have warrants out or something?" You were half joking, half hoping he'd tell you no. He ignored your line of questioning, peeking out the side of the shield.

"Jeremy, is that you?" Tatiana stopped at the table when she recognized the brunette. "Uh, no sorry. You must have me mixed up with someone else." Jeremy lowered his voice an octave, a terrible disguise of his voice.

"Jeremy, I know that's you. Why are you hiding?" Tatiana was dancing around the table trying to get a good look at him, but Jeremy was just as quick. After a few seconds she gave up.

"Sorry, I guess I had the wrong person", Tatiana murmured with frustration and kept walking to the exit.

"I think you're in the clear", you said as you watched the door close behind her. Jeremy sat up and adjusted his jacket and hair as if that scene didn't just happen. "So I was thinking of getting the enchiladas, no meat, just beans. What're you gonna get?"

You burst out laughing, garnering the attention of the tables around you. Jeremy looked at you with a deadpan face, his lips in a tight line.

"Ok. So we're just gonna pretend like you didn't do a "She's The Man" with that girl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", Jeremy replied timidly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"Listen, its okay. If I saw my ex, I'd probably react the same way." You placed a sympathetic hand on top of his, gently brushing your fingers over his knuckles. "How did you know?". Jeremy was beyond embarrassed for his actions, but at no point did he think he'd run into Tatiana again, and the emotions from seeing her hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I guessed she was either a stalker or an ex, and she was way too pretty to be your stalker, no offense."

Jeremy chuckled, grabbing your hand and gently squeezing it a few times affectionately. You felt a warmth through out your body, and it was like the room was empty, except for the two of you. Suddenly, you were noticing things about him you hadn't seen before. How soft his blue eyes were, the creases that formed in the corner of his eyes whenever he smiled, how cute his freckles were, the dimple. He made you feel safe and beautiful in a way that no guy had in a very long time.

"Do you wanna get out of here?", you whispered. Jeremy's eyebrows rose at the suggestion, but you smirked at him, taming his excitement. "I know a taco stand close to my place. A lot less likely to run into any exes there." You rose and slipped your jacket on, Jeremy right behind you. As he rose from his seat, his back pocket buzzed. "I'll be right there", me motioned to you as you headed to the car.

A photo of him and Kamal together at the championship game illuminated the screen as he pressed answer.

"Hey Kamal, I'm pretty busy right now." Jeremy paused as he listened to a frenzied Kamal on the other line. "Hey, okay, don't worry. I'll be right there."

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maochira · 1 year

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What about kinda like the last request noa, chris, and lavinho as fathers find out reader has been dating kaiser for like a couple months

Okay so funny story I recently wrote my own thing for Noa and my Blue Lock OC in a similar situation. But writing this for Chris and Lavinho as well is gonna be fun. Also I'm adding this to the father figure!series

The other headcanons for context: right here

Series masterlist

Requests are open!

Tags: gn!reader, overprotective dad behaviour, reader is a soccer player but has an assistant role to the coaches in Blue Lock, literally everyone is concerned about you dating Kaiser (as they should), also if you're new to this series they're not actually reader's fathers but take a role as father figure in reader's life

Noel Noa

-he's known Kaiser for quite a while, and so did you, since all of you play for Bastard München. Just in different teams

-he's seen you hang out with Kaiser occasionally back in Germany, but ever since you went to Blue Lock, he's seen you around Kaiser more often. But he didn't think more into it

-and after a couple of months Noa. He. He sees you and Kaiser kissing and. Oh, well.

-he tries to keep calm, but inside of him there's so many emotions at once

-he calmly pulls you aside and asks if Kaiser is your boyfriend. When your answer is yes, well. Let's say Noa is not amazed.

-he starts asking questions about how long you've been dating, how far you've gone in the relationship (in terms of kissing, etc.), who knows about it, but most importantly: Noa wants to know why you didn't tell him

-so many thoughts about reasons why you should NOT be dating Kaiser run through his head, but he manages to not say any of them towards you. He doesn't want to make you feel insecure about your relationship, and he doesn't want you to feel like he's not supporting you either

-but he would definitely keep a really close eye on Kaiser and ask you if everything is going well between you and Kaiser at least once a day

-at some point, he admits that he's not really a fan of Kaiser being your boyfriend, and you keep reassuring Noa that your boyfriend treats you well

-eventually, Noa finds peace with the thought of you being in a relationship with Kaiser, especially after seeing how happy you are with him

Chris Prince

-even though you were Chris' assistant, occasionally you would be asked to assist at Bastard München's soccer practice as well. And that's basically how you and Kaiser got to know each other and how you started dating

-you kept your relationship a secret from everyone, tho. Even from Chris

-but when he does find out he's a bit unsure how well that could go, but he very much encourages you to continue the relationship if it makes you happy

-despite his concerns, he supports you because he loves seeing you happy like this. Also he thinks it's very cute how giggly you get when you talk about Kaiser

-at first, he was slightly upset that you kept your relationship a secret from him, although, looking back he realizes he should have noticed it sooner because especially to him it should have been pretty obvious

-whenever he meets Kaiser, Chris would occasionally stare at him with an expression that just screams "Break their heart and you're dead."

Lavinho

-like in the Chris headcanons, you assist at Bastard München's practices sometimes and that's how you and Kaiser got close

-when Lavinho finds out about your relationship, he'd be concerned as well but he'd also get a bit emotional, knowing you've found love

-but you're literally dating Michael Kaiser how can he not be concerned

-he trusts you, and he knows if anything bad happened you would talk to him about it, so in the long run he's not that concerned about your relationship

-tries giving you relationship advice but like, you never asked for it so usually, your answer is just "uhhh I know"

-once he gets comfortable with knowing you and Kaiser are dating, he starts teasing you about it. A LOT.

-but he's also still so overprotective about you, a part of him can't really handle knowing you're so deeply in love with someone

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months

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RPF:

thinking about Anthony, Chris and Seb in the same room after a comic con and suddenly seb takes off his tshirt and Anthony and Chris look at each other and they just walk towards Seb and start kissing him and grabbing him and we'll, they end up in the bed,the 3 of them. they gets surprised when they discover Seb is actually plugged and Seb just laughes because he knew they'd get to that point. 🤭

This is from the requests I got before I closed my writing requests for the school year. I am not taking requests actively right now.

Listen--

Listen, they're so 🤌🏻predictable🤌🏻

Of course, this would happen. Like. C'mon. It's the three of them. Of course, they're up to shit.

I'm gonna change this prompt around a little bit, but, I'm keeping to the basis of Seb with a plug + Chris + Anthony + a room all to themselves, so...

Enjoy-

Sebastian is waiting for them when they return from the premiere. Chris went because Mackie asked him to, and he wanted to, Sebastian would've gone too, except he's supposed to be "on location" prepping to film something. He's not. He's with his guys. But, fans go insane enough when two Marvel cast members get together to hang out, theorizing, so they don't need to add more fuel to the fire.

"How'd you know we'd be back early?" Chris asks, tumbling into the bedroom before Anthony. He's already shrugged out of his suit jacket and undone his tie, getting comfortable.

"Yeah," Anthony immediately unquestioningly backs him up, peering over his shoulder, "were you just gonna wait up and see?"

Sebastian shifts, sighing, where he's lying on his belly, idly reading and coincidentally leaving himself on display. A somewhat consealed display. There's a thin, white sheet draped over his lower half. Plausible deniability.

He shuts his book and sets it aside.

"You're predictable," he breathes, stretching like a cat, arms under and in front of him, hips up, because, again, they're predictable. He knows their gazes will follow his every move.

And they do.

He rests in the stretch for long enough to tease them with the curve of his back, leading up to the curve of his ass, just visible enough through the sheet, before he allows himself to melt back down onto the mattress flat. His arms out. His thighs gently parted. Stomach to the bed.

Just that might be satisfying enough, all of their attention on him. It's not that he doesn't get enough of their attention day-to-day, they both pay lots of attention to him, he's not lonely, he's not neglected but he is, for better or worse, as Mackie lovingly calls him out for being, an attention whore. ("Why else are we in this business, baby?" Seb can hear his butter smooth voice tickling his ear, breath hot against his skin.) And there is something so incredibly gratifying about their gazes on his skin. The simmering heat of Anthony's dark gaze; the dilation of Chris' pupils, darkening his cool blue eyes. So what if he's a show pony? How could he not be with these two men being his regular audience?

The two sets of their eyes on his skin feels like enough clothing. And here he was, starting to feel underdressed in a pair of little boxer brief shorts. They're tight. They're blue. And they, as well as the sheet, are hiding something but also... not leaving much to the imagination. Something that neither of his lovers know about yet.

Chris laughs breathlessly at his explanation and little display, reaching the bed first and finding his skin. His fingers encircle his wrist.

Sebastian's breath hitches. Instantly, his mind wandering away, thinking about being held down. Arms out. Thighs spread. Face down on the bed.

The easy hold doesn't last for long. Aw.

Chris runs his hand, large and warm and heavy, up his arm, to his shoulder, and onto the top of his back before he can no longer reach despite his impressive wingspan.

Seb finds himself humming, enjoying.

But Anthony, unfortunately, busies his hands with his tie, untangling it from around his neck and popping the top few buttons of his nice, pressed shirt. He slides his tie out from under his collar, smooth, and hangs it on the doorknob for the walk-in closet. It's an easy sight on Sebastian's eyes, but... he likes being touched.

He likes the way Chris is rubbing his shoulder and bringing his other hand in to play, too; flirting its way up his forearm, onto his bicep, over his shoulder, and finally climbing up the nape of his neck, squeezing him. Scruffing him.

"Chrisss," Sebastian sighs, further drooping into his bed, muffling his name against the bed.

"And you say we're predictable," Chris teases lightly.

"Hm?" He makes a droisey, confused noise, pressing back into the hold, searching for something harder and more substantial.

"I know I never have to pet you for long before you start purring." Anthony snorts in amused agreement to Chris' observation.

"I don't!" Sebastian whines, but otherwise, doesn't try to stop himself from reacting to his boyfriend.

Anthony--his other boyfriend that is unforgivably not touching him right now--abandons any cheap facade of wanting to get out of his uncomfortable, formal, overly expensive clothes to walk towards the bed, too. His hand lands over Chris', not squeezing, but weighing heavier over the nape of his neck.

"Mmmmmm," Sebastian exhales an extended, pleased noise, face down in the sheets that smell like them.

"If we're so predictable, tell us what we're supposedly gonna do, Sebastian," Mackie scratches his fingers through his hair.

Sebastian waits for just long enough that he knows Anthony will take a fistful and pull it.

The sting makes Sebastian smile, open-mouthed because he can't not gasp. "Kn-knew you'd do that," he struggles to say.

"Brat," Mackie shakes his head around a little, still holding onto his hair.

Sebastian grins wider, the fire that's been smoldering in his belly all night crackles and jumps with sparks as if it's being breathed on. Given more fuel. Readying to burn brighter. Hotter.

Chris has let go of him, and the dip in the mattress tells him that he's climbing onto the mattress with him.

Yes, please.

The brush of the smooth material of his slacks against his side is enough to have Seb breaking out in goosebumps. He can't imagine what they look like from the outside. He's basically naked. Meanwhile, Chris and Anthony are fully clothed, only their ties loosened. Looming over him. Their hands melting him, easy as anything.

"C'mon," Anthony reminds him, sharply tugging until Seb can't hold in his moan. He can feel the rush of heat now coloring his cheeks.

"I--" the words die in his throat.

Chris' fingers drag down his spine towards the edge of the sheet overlapping with the line of his tight boxers waistband.

"I knew you'd come home and w-wanna touch me," he pushes the words out through his lips in a rush. A soft exhale dripping with desire.

"And-?" Mackie pushes.

Of course.

Of course, he would ask for more.

"You never like leaving me alone," Seb's voice has an edge of a whine to it. He can't help it. Chris has fitted two fingers into the dimples at the base of his spine, pressing just hard enough for Sebastian to suspect that whoever fucked him last (was it Chris? Or, no, Anthony fucked him in the shower, that was after Chris, right? Sebastian can't think right now...) left behind evidence in the form of bruises and possible nail crescents.

It aches.

The ache is sparking, radiating around his pelvis and shooting forward. He's starting to stiffen up against the bed more.

More hard than not.

"Mmmm." A drawn-out moan leaves his parted lips.

"We just know you get into trouble when you're alone, baby. Can't be left to your own devices," Anthony's voice has the edge of a laugh hidden inside it. It's mean. Sebastian probably shouldn't like it so much.

Sebastian's breath breaks unevenly. Chris is teasing the sheets back, and the feather light caress of the fabric over his skin nearly unbearable.

Suddenly, he wants none of the foreplay. Suddenly he becomes aware that the joke is fucking on him. Suddenly with Anthony demanding him to explain his thought process out loud, forcing him to embarrass his presumptuous, thirsty self and with Chris touching his body but not touching him where he wants it, where he needs it more and more, what he needs is to be roughed up.

He expected to be roughed up.

He just prepared for it this time, rather than being blindsided. Is that so wrong? Why can't they just cut to the chase!?

Honestly, Seb has forgotten whatever the fuck Mackie is talking about (was he talking?) because Chris is dragging his blunt nails down the backs of his legs, pushing away the sheet and grabbing and spreading his legs. But then--

"How much of a troublemaker was he this time, Chris?" Anthony directs his next low, prodding question at Chris. Not Sebastian. Like he's just a not-so-well trained puppy.

Sebastian whimpers. Like a puppy.

Chris, at Mackie's insistance, Chris--

Chris goes for it.

Obviously, to them, he's the predictable one, and they're both on the same page, reading the same line, Mackie expecting Chris to press his fingers between Sebastian's cheeks and find the wet spot from where he stretched himself open, too generous with the amount of lube he used, liking how open and slutty and used the excess makes him feel, and not generous enough with the prep time he gives himself because he likes the way it stings. Expecting Seb to moan.

He doesn't find a wet spot.

He does make Sebastian moan, though.

"OH!" Sebastian twists up. His stomach knots pleasantly. Tightly. His fingers scramble against the sheets, grabbing fistfuls. His toes curl urgently.

Hnnng.

Instead, Chris' fingers--not holding anything back, expecting to press hard against his open, wet hole--force the plug he shoved inside himself deeper.

Anthony has perked the fuck up. Sebastian knows without looking at him, from the intrigued sound he makes, that he's grinning like the Chesire Cat. Pleased as punch.

He can't look, though. He doesn't get a chance to see that handsome expression on his face, predatory in the best way. Because Chris lets up only to press harder. Rocking the toy inside him.

"Ohh, troublemaker," he purrs, his Boston accent coming out at the exact best worst time.

"What's that, baby?" Anothny piles on, taking down to Sebastian. "Aw, did you expect us to come home early and need to ravish you on the spot, so you plugged yourself up, huh? You got all ready?" Anthony reaches down to snap the elastic waistband of his underwear against his skin. "That's cute."

Chris rumbles his agreement low in his chest; Sebastian swears he can feel it vibrate through him on top of the stinging, tingling pain that he can feel from the elastic of his tight underwear biting into him.

Oh, God.

This is so much worse than he planned.

"Oh, oh, oh," he can't stop making sounds, every goddamn time Chris forces the plug into him. Deeper. Fucking him with it. It rubs his prostate just right. Hnnnng. Sparks flash through him.

"But, y’know, brat, you forgot something..." Anthony tells him.

"Wha--what?" Sebastian manages eventually, completely out of breath.

"There's two of us." Mackie reminds him, pinching his side until he whines, delighted by the pain in ways he really, really shouldn't be. Chris is relentless, fucking him with the toy, grinding him down to bits. Exploiting the gift Sebastian tried to give them. "If you really wanted to be ready, you woulda stretched your mouth, too. I know where you could find a good ring gag."

Sebastian shudders. He knows, too. He's intimately familiar with their collection of toys. He--

He likes the sound of that.

He imagines it intensely, vividly; lying on his belly on their bed, stretched open on a plug, shivering, and drooling around a ring gag, as tied into the restraints as he can get when he's only got himself to work with. One cuff at each corner of the bed. Spread wide. In every sense of the word. Open. Ready to get fucked. Double teamed. Both of them.

Jesus Christ, he groans with his full chest. Uncontrollably shuddering.

"Yeah," Chris grins, wolfish, "I bet you wish you thought of that, hm?"

"Yeah, it's okay, baby, I can get you that gag. And I can give you a reminder for next time. If you're gonna make trouble, you gotta do it right." Anthony taps his side, where he was pinching earlier, teasing Sebastian with the threat of a slap or punch or something else that would make Sebastian see stars. Pain looping back into pleasure. Fucked up in the best way.

"How's that sound?" Chris murmurs, perfectly gravely and smooth at the same time. Driving him crazy. "You want it, don't'cha, baby?" There's that Boston again.

Fuck.

Sebastian whimpers, "I--" he squirms, trying to rub together two brain cells. It's not working well. His tongue and teeth and mouth don't want to work when they have the option of being stretched wide and being used. "I want--"

"Yeah?" Mackie traces his jaw with two fingers. His touch is intoxicating.

"I thought--" Seb grinds against the bed exactly once before Chris grips his hips, holding him away from the pleasure, noooo.

They laugh in unison. It grates against Sebastian's nerves in the best way. Bastards. They're the worst together.

"The plug!" Seb whimpers, sweating. "The plug! It, it, I thought you'd--you both could, nngh!"

Chris cuts him off by pulling out the plug, then pressing it back in. Playing with him. Playing with his body. Stretching his rim deliciously.

God.

Sebastian chokes on what could be sob if it had left his chest and didn't get strangled in his throat.

"Ohhh, I see, you're thought we'd be reeeal hungry tonight, huh? Not wanting to wait to prep you ourselves?" Anthony talks down to him; he nods to Chris, "strip 'im."

Chris obeys, ripping his boxer briefs down and groaning heartily at what he finds.

"Why didn't you just say you had other plans, Seb?" Chris teases knowing how tongue tied he gets when turned on. His breath is hot on the small of Sebastian's back. The bruises or bruises-in-the-making there throb pleasantly. Nerves awake.

Mmmmm. God.

Immediately, Chris finds the bulb attached to the plug that is sitting thickly, deeply inside him through some thin tubing, and gives it a pump.

It happens too fast.

Oh! Wait-!

Pump.

Chris, mercifully, can't hold him down at the same time that he pumps the inflable plug.

Pump.

"AH! GOD!" Sebastian moans, rubbing his hard, hard, hard dick against the bed. He can't help it. The stretch is devine. Knowing that Chris is getting him ready to split him apart with his own dick and Anthony's too is... it's too much.

Another pump.

Another pathetic, loud sound. Spilling right out of him. How is he supposed to hold it in? He's getting so, so full that there is no way he can hold anything else in!

Mackie sinks his fingers unforgivingly into the back of his neck, scruffing him, "that how it is, honey, you needing to get fucked?"

"Mmm-hmm," he whines. "B-both," he heaves out a breath, "want you both."

"You mean," Anthony stretches his words out, sinister, enjoying his torture too much, "you assumed that we'd come home from our premier and we'd be so hungry for you that we'd both wanna fuck your pretty ass into the bed? Ruin that pretty, slutty hole, huh? Stretch it wide open?"

"Is, is there a better way to celebrate?" Sebastian doesn't think before he speaks.

"Brat," Mackie shakes him up a little more.

And Chris pumps the plug a new more times.

Bigger.

"AH!" Sebastian grinds so hard against the bed that stars spark behind his eyelids. The pressure against his prostate isn't helping either. So bright and hot and ohgod. Chris pumps the plug again. "OH!" He can't stop being so loud. He can't stop grinding. He can't stop.

It's embarrassing. This whole fucking situation. His presumptuous actions, which lead to this torture. His reactions to the pleasure. His inability to do anything to stop them--he doesn't want to stop them, quite the opposite, he wants them to hurry the fuck up. He grinds down again.

He can't stop.

He's leaking now. Dripping with arousal. Ruining the perfectly clean bed.

His head is spinning. And the two sets of hands on his body aren't doing anything to anchor him. If anything, they're lifting him higher. He lives for this.

He wants their cocks. Both of their cocks. Hard. Thick. Heavy. Inside him.

He wants--

He's being fucked open so much by the toy that he can't help but--

"Ah!-Anthony, Chriss, Chris! I-! HA! GOD! MMNH!" Sebastian moans recklessly, eyes squeezing shut, hips fucking forward, pressing back, and getting thrown over the edge because he's nothing if not easy for his boyfriends. Grinding against the bed. Grinding back against the toy inside him. The toy is still bigger and bigger because Chris, of course, pumps it one last time right as he's cumming.

Ohfuckmeee.

He's still breathing hard, seeing nothing but a white-hot void as a result of an overdose of pleasure, when Anthony purrs, "you feel ready now?" He's teasing.

But also--

Fuuuck.

Sebastian shudders again. One last time. His body convulsing. His dick is still hard and sliding through the slick mess he's just fucking made, adding to it more. He can't help it. The sound that comes out of him is fucked-out. But he's not so fucked-out that he'd turn down that proposition.

Never.

"Yuh-yeah," he mumbles into the bed, hiding his hot, flushed face in vain. They both love it. How easy he is.

"God," Chris groans, behind him, settling in between his legs instead of off to his side, "I love you."

"You just love how big of a slut he is," Anthony ribs him, chuckling as he combs his hands through Sebastian's hair.

Chris snorts, spreading his cheeks with both big hands, staring at his stretched, wet, twitching hole and admitting, "nah, that's just a hell of a plus."

"Mmm-hmm," Mackie agrees, climbing up on the bed, too, not standing in front of it any longer, "that it is."

Can you tell I've been thinking a fuck ton about inflatable plugs lately?

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tending-the-hearth · 1 year

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Any xever hcs?

ANON I'M KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD HOLY SHIT I'M SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT XEVER

you have NO idea how much i love that little fucker, he's one of my favorite side characters!!!!!

not to be biased but 2012 tmnt literally had the BEST side/supporting characters, every single one of them is absolutely iconic

but XEVER MY BELOVED

literally the only reason Xever never turned against Shredder is because he feels indebted to him. Shredder didn't kill Xever for stealing from him, so that means Xever will never fight against him.

he and Chris are enemies to friends to lovers

god i'm going to start ranting about the POTENTIAL of having Xever and Chris becoming anti-heroes because it was there!!!! and they hinted at it during Xever's last scene in the show!!!

just Xever and Raph having the perfect "i absolutely hate you but if anyone hurts you i'd probably kill them" friendship because it's so them

i've made a whole post about it before but Xever and Raph purposefully team up together when they're fighting because (1) Raph is very protective and still doesn't trust Xever not to hurt his brothers and (2) it's always a fun fight between the two of them

"Baxter's Gambit" is my favorite 2012 episode for a reason, i wish we had gotten a Xever and Raph solo episode that explored the fact that they both have a mutual respect for each other

Portugese is Xever's first language (obviously), English is his second, and he learned Japanese while training with the Foot after Shredder kidnapped recruited him.

i think after Xever leaves the Foot Clan, he still checks in on the turtles, and he and Raph have little petty fights every so often. partially it's because Xever sees Raph as the only person who can even match his skills, but also bc sue him if he feels slightly responsible over the kid's wellbeing after fighting him for so long

like i don't even know if Xever knew how old the turtles were, and even though he's a criminal, i like to think that he at least has SOME realization of "holy shit these are actual children" at one point while he's fighting the turtles

once fighting for the Shredder went from "okay we're handling things in the area with regular humans no problem" to "oh shit what the fuck this is alien shit hello??" Xever realized that it was probably time to cut ties, he just had to wait for the right moment

Xever after realizing the angsty hothead mutant who he's been fighting is a literal teenager and who he sees a painful amount of himself in: i can't believe i actually have to adopt this turtle as my little brother

Chris: you know you really don't have to

Xever, already messaging Raph to meet up for Sibling Knife Bonding™️ time: no, i'm gonna

#chris while xever is talking: *is literally starting a video chat with mikey*#you can pry chris and xever being anti-heroes and reluctant big brother figures to mikey and raph from my cold dead hands #teenage mutant ninja turtles #xever montes #chris bradford #the shredder #raphael #tmnt 2012

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tngrace · 11 months

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Birthday Love

It's baby wifeys birthday!!!!! @bayisdying so enjoy some PWP in our 911 verse!

NSFW EXPLICIT SMUT!

It was Baylie's birthday and Chris was determined to make the morning perfect for her. He'd convinced Eddie to help him make her breakfast in bed, so that morning they quietly snuck into the kitchen to make her favorite breakfast.

The gifts were already sitting on their dresser having been placed there last night after she'd fallen asleep. Once breakfast is done and put on a tray, they head to wake her up.

"Happy Birthday Mama!" Chris shouts as they walk through the door. Baylie stirs as Eddie sets the tray down and Chris climbs on the bed.

"Thank you baby," she smiles pulling him into her arms.

Breakfast goes quick, Chris talking a mile a minute and then she's opening gifts from her favorite two people. Once Chris is satisfied that his mama is well loved from him at the moment, he heads to his room to get things ready for his sleepover at the Buckleys.

While Baylie is in the shower, Grace, Buck and Cam arrive with their own gifts for the birthday girl. After another round of presents and love from her other favorite little boy, the house finally empties to just the two of them.

"Mmmm all day with you to myself. Whatever shall we do?" Eddie smirks as he holds her in his arms.

"Thought for sure we'd be in bed," she smirks back.

He spins her into the wall and kisses her senseless. "Bed you say?"

"Bed."

He scoops her up, Baylie wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her back to their room. He gently lays her down, crawling over her as their lips never separate. "Mmmm gonna worship my birthday girl today," he whispers, when they finally pull back for air. "And you're gonna let me. No rushing. Just laying back and enjoying," he smirks.

She whines a little but nods her consent as he starts at her forehead with kisses. He slowly kisses around her face, murmuring how he loves her smart brain and how beautiful she is. From there he moves down her neck, making sure to pay special attention to all her weak spots before leaving matching hickeys at her collarbone.

He kisses across her shoulders and down each arm, murmuring praise for her talented and capable hands; how she amazes him each day from taking care of him and Chris to saving patients when they're on shift.

From there he moves back to her breasts, taking his sweet, sweet time loving on those. He has her withering under him as he doesn't relent in his kisses and sucks. "Can't wait to get you pregnant one day and watch you feed our babies," he whispers.

"Eddie please," she moans, grinding against him.

"Oh mi amor, I'm just getting started," he smirks.

He moves down right below her breast and leaves a hickey over her ribs near her heart. "I love your big, caring heart and how much love you offer freely. No matter what you keep on caring and loving and showing your love. You're passing that love onto our son and I love you all the more for it."

She has quiet tears leaking down her cheeks as Eddie praises and loves on her. He raises up and softly kisses them away before he moves back down. He kisses down her chest and over all her ribs, his hands griping her hips to keep her still.

He leaves hickeys across her hips before he moves on to her thighs. He playfully nips inside them before he kisses all the way down to the top of her feet. She's practically soaring with all the love and praise he's given her and she's not even cum yet.

He slowly kisses back up her legs and then slowly spreads her. "Damn baby," he moans when he sees how wet she is for him.

"Please," she begs arching towards him.

His shoulders spread her thighs wider as he uses one arm to pin her hips to the bed. "Mmmm how many times can I make you cum like this?" He smirks.

"Eddie!"

"Yes?"

"Oh god please... do something!"

"I am. I'm admiring you baby."

She tugs at his hair in frustration and he can't help but chuckle softly. "I gotcha babe." He slowly licks her, moaning just a little, drawing a deep sinful moan from her. She tries to arch up, but his forearm keeps her pinned to the bed.

Her thighs clench around his head as he starts slowly licking. Her head is tossing back and forth on the pillow as she moans his name over and over. His tongue is like magic against her, and even though he's intentionally dragging it out, she cums rather quickly.

But he doesn't relent. His tongue keeps flicking up and down, pushing her past the over sensitivity and right back into pleasure. When he can tell she's lost in the pleasure once more, he flicks his tongue in her and feasts like a starving man. He brings her to a second orgasm, his lips sucking on her as his tongue flicks inside her.

As she's coming down, he eases his tongue out but slams three fingers in her, drawing it out. "Please.... Eddie please.... fuck me," she begs.

He finally releases her hips and she grinds against the fingers in her wanting more. "Goddamn you're so beautiful," he whispers, just watching her for the moment.

She begs and pleads until he finally relents, easing his fingers out. She pulls him down to her for a searing kiss. She grinds against him as they kiss until they need air. Eddie slowly pulls back and then flips her over. "I didn't get back here," he whispers with a smirk.

"Oh god. Please. Eddie I need you," she begs.

He slowly kisses across the top of her shoulders as he pulls her up to her knees. He slides into her easily, causing her to scream into the pillow as her body stretches around him. "God you feel so good love."

She arches back against him, but he still doesn't move. "Please just fuck me," she begs.

Eddie smirks against her back as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. "Mmmmm wanna finish my kisses," he whispers.

Baylie whines, arching back against him and clenching, hoping it'll make him fuck her. His lips trail up and down her back as he slowly, oh so slowly rocks in and out of her. The whole time his mouth is running, telling her how good she is and how perfect she is. He keeps her right there on edge until he's done lavishing her in kisses and then he tips her over for a third time.

"Goddamn I love making you cum for me baby." He keeps his rocks gentle, but steady as she rides it out. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Baylie moans arching back into him as his hands move down to grip her hips. He just keeps slowly tightening his hold as he goes a little harder on each thrust until his grip is tight enough she knows she's going to have bruises.

Her moans are incoherent at this point as Eddie is finally, finally, fucking her hard and fast. His moans mix with hers as he pulls her back on him. The closer he gets the harder he goes and he finally jerks her up to him so her back is plastered to his chest. He nips at her ear, growling her name as he drives into her. "Come on baby. One more. Give me one more," he grunts.

She arches her back as he grinds in deep, touching her cervix, his name leaving her lips in a scream as she cums hard. Her whole body clenches as he goes a few more thrusts, before he's cuming, shouting her name.

He holds her tight against him as they ride it out, and then he eases her down to the bed. She whimpers as he slides out, but he pulls her in close, cuddling her tight. "Fuck baby," he moans as she tucks her face into his chest. "You ok?"

"Yea," she whispers, her voice gravelly from all the moaning and screaming. Her body is still tingling, her ears ringing, as she comes down. His hands rub up and down her back as he keeps her tight to him. "Best birthday sex ever," she whispers causing him to chuckle.

"Mmmm that's what I like to hear."

Baylie slowly drifts off and Eddie lays there holding her the whole time. They barely leave the bed all day, but he does order her favorite take out, and they have a cake his Tia made for Baylie, which is absolutely divine. They eat it in bed, not caring if they get icing all over each other because they're just going to lick it clean.

The next morning, Baylie endures the teasing from Grace and Jade and she can't even be mad because it was truly an amazing birthday.

#my writing #911 #911 fic #eddie diaz fic #eddie diaz #baylie steele #eddie x baylie

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cinematics123 · 1 year

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Do you like written Buddie (Buck x Eddie) vignettes where one of them gets whumped and the other one is there to take care of them and they're both so soft and taking care of each other AND they can't hide it in front of Hen and Chim?

Well... then this is for you:

“Get the heating pads on him. Eddie, try to get as much skin contact with him as you can. His core temperature is dangerously low.”

Buck stuttered a hiss as Eddie’s skin brushed against him. “Hot, no, no, it’s hot. I’m, I’m too hot” he murmured.

Buck was shaking violently, yet the snowflakes still clung to his long eyelashes and the curls in his hair. His cheeks were even paler than usual, so painfully white they were almost a translucent blue.

“Eddie, you’re gonna have to get his shirt off. I’m warming up saline. If he stops shaking enough for me to get a vein, we'll use it. Chim, check Buck’s toes and fingers for frostbite.” Hen barked.

Eddie grabbed the sheers and tore through the fabric of Buck’s shirt and jacket, exposing more pallid flesh. Ice pale. Corpse pale. Eddie peeled his own shirt off and pressed himself to Buck, wrapping his arms around him to gain precious extra surface area. A gasp tore out of Buck’s throat. Eddie looked up into Buck’s full face. Buck’s eyes were wide, his pupils blown out.

“N-N-N-No, Edd-dd-ddie. N-N-Not you-you t-t-too.” His voice wavered as his teeth chattered. “P-P-Ple-Please, you got-got-gotta stay. Ch-Ch-Chris needs you.” Eddie met Hen’s eyes, both wide with alarm.

“Delirium. Hypothermia can lead to delirium, Eddie. I don’t think Buck’s dying on you; he’s just confused.” Hen explained warily.

“His toes look good, but his fingers are not great. Hen, can you get a heat pad on them or get them onto Eddie?” Chimney’s voice came in from somewhere behind Eddie.

Eddie felt a stabbing cold like icicles against his back and arms as Hen repositioned Buck’s hands, then warmth as she pressed some heated compress against them.

“We need to get you out of here,” Buck said absently to Eddie. “I have to get you back to Chris. Yo-You can’t d-die. Not for me.” Buck complained.

“No one is dying, Buck. We’re in the ambulance and we’re getting you to the hospital. We’re all going to be just fine,” Eddie rubbed his cheek up against Buck’s trying to stretch every inch of himself over the freezing man.

“Got a vein,” Hen announced. “I’m pushing saline. His core temp should start getting back up to temp in a moment. Chim, get the emergency blanket, we’ll cover them both.”

“I’ll s-save you” Buck offered to Eddie in hushed tones. “Hold on to me, I’ll g-get you out.”

“Ok, buddy,” Eddie whispered into Buck’s hair. “You get us out of here.” Eddie smiled softly up at Hen as they brought the shiny, silvered themo-blanket around.

“I’m s-sorry, Eddie,” Buck continued. “I- I never got to tell you. It’s always be-been you. I’ve always loved you, Eddie. Pretty. You’re so-so pretty when yo-you smile.”

“I know Buck,” Eddie tried to whisper so Hen and Chimney couldn’t hear. “I’ve always known. And I love you more."

Buck’s head dropped into the crook in Eddie’s neck. The snowflakes had melted on Buck’s eyelashes. While his body was still cold to the touch, Eddie knew the worst of the danger was passing. Even though they were both bundled in this cramped ambulance with Hen and Chimney who were probably watching, he kissed Buck’s ear gingerly.

“Don’t worry,” he said gently. “You got me. You saved me. We’re ok. We’re ok, Evan. We got out.”

Eddie could feel Chim securing some edge of the silver foil blanket around them. He glanced up only to see Chim back up, blushing, from their space. Eddie wrapped himself wider around the man, feeling the still cold pockets of skin on his lower back, his sides.

It was only then, huddled skin on skin with Buck in their silver cocoon that Eddie allowed himself to breathe. Buck was alive. They had found him in time. Eddie wasn’t going to let go now. He pressed another warming kiss to the side of the pale face. Buck squeezed back and instinctively nuzzled his face deeper against Eddie’s neck and the warm rush of sleep crept in and took him.

#eddie and buck #buck buckley #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #eddie diaz #911 show #911 on fox #911 crack

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mintedwitcher · 1 year

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Okay so like. I have Thoughts about the whole 'Natalia being freaked by Buck's exes' thing. (Putting everything under a cut because this got long)

First and foremost, I have never understood why someone would be bothered by or jealous of an EX. Like, that's done, it's in the past, it happened before you even knew this person, so why does it matter? This has never made any sense to me, and it didn't make sense to me here either. Like did Natalia think that Buck had zero experiences or relationships before he died? Or did she think that there was some kind of competition going on between her and Buck's exes? It's just fucking weird.

Secondly, weird as hell combo of women to bring in to scare Natalia off. Kameron, I can understand, because she's still an active part of Buck's life - as evidenced by the fact that when she has a fight with her husband, she goes to Buck's apartment. She and Buck have enough of a relationship that Kam feels comfortable to not only show up unannounced but also ask to stay for a couple days. So that's understandable.

But Taylor Kelly and Lucy Donato? Really? The woman who treated him like crap and used him to further her career, and the woman who got him drunk and kissed him while he was in a relationship? These were the examples they decided to show Natalia?

Thirdly, and I get that this was all supposed to highlight to Buck that Natalia was the wrong person for him, but her final straw being the donor situation was just. Weird. And all I can think of is, if this is how she reacted to finding out that there's gonna be a baby out there with Buck's DNA, clearly Buck hasn't told her how involved he is with the Diazes. And sure you could argue that it's too soon to bring all of that up, but come on. Taylor freaking Kelly had that shit figured out before she and Buck even started dating. Which means, to me, Buck wasn't being himself with Natalia.

He wasn't being honest, and despite claiming he wanted her to get to know the 'real' Evan Buckley, he wasn't overly eager to let that happen. He wanted to control the narrative and control what parts of him he allowed her to see. Which is why Buck panicked when Lucy showed up at that bar.

It's all just very very reminiscent to me of Eddie's relationship with Ana. Eddie likewise put on a facade with her, and he wasn't willing to let her really see him or know him. Sure, Buck didn't have panic attacks, but he certainly wasn't calm about Lucy showing up and offering to share her stories of Buck with Natalia.

Also something that caught my eye was the repetition of the 'story' theme throughout the three women. Lucy offers to tell stories. Taylor put their story into a book. Kameron in herself IS a story, an active one that Buck is still part of. These are all big sections, big stories, in Buck's life and he wasn't ready or willing to share any of it with Natalia.

Which only has me thinking how telling it is that we never see Eddie get involved. We know how Eddie feels about Buck's new relationship, but he himself doesn't interact with Natalia at all, nor does he even bring her up, even when Buck's teasing him about how he sucks at dating. There was a clear shot there for Eddie to make a joke about Natalia, but instead, Hen delivered it. Eddie is wholly removed from Buck's dating life, even tangentially. And it just brings me right back to the 'stories' theme of it all.

Because Buck and Eddie have their own story going on, whether you want to view it as platonic or romantic, it doesn't matter. Their lives are entwined with each other's to a frankly absurd degree. Any future romantic interest for either of them is going to have to be able to accept that, because they're a package deal. And seeing the way Natalia reacted to Lucy, Taylor and Kameron? She never would've managed to accept Eddie and Chris.

I mean come on, the woman felt threatened by a random drunk kiss, an ex girlfriend, and a friend that Buck did a favour for. Do we really think she would've been able to accept a coparenting situation? A whole-ass family? I don't think so.

#tv show: 9 1 1 #911 spoilers #natalia #evan buck buckley #911 6x17 #long post #opinions

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dangerpronebuddie · 5 months

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WIP Word Search

I was tagged by the fabulous @lover-of-mine thank you!!!! 💜🩷

Rules: Use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs.

My words: comfortable, sugar, shrink

I thought these would be easy to find... Nope.

Comfortable: This one was a lot harder to find than I thought. The first is from In Walked A Man With A Gun In His Hand, a Danger Prone Diaz fic I've had sitting around for like a month because I don't know how to finish it.

"Danger, Will Robinson!" Buck called from the kitchen. Eddie smiled to himself. His mom always said that when there was trouble, and he'd picked it up himself when she introduced him to Lost In Space. Now, Buck, Chris, and half the firehouse said it when something odd happened. "What's up?" Eddie called, leaning back to peer into the kitchen. "We are out of snacks," Buck said. "A black hole is more populous than this cabinet right now." Eddie sighed. "Okay. I'll run down the street and get some stuff." "I could do it," Buck said, leaning in the doorway. He looked so comfortable in Eddie's kitchen. Like he belonged. He did belong. Eddie just wished he was brave enough to ask if Buck would want to.

I could only find one other time I used it??? It seems odd, I feel like I use it a lot. Oh well! The second comes from a cute and soft little fic I started in my notes app at an ungodly hour of the night two days ago, in which Eddie discovers Buck knows Morse code:

And when he's bored out of his mind, or just sitting around, he taps his fingers on whatever surface is near. It could be his knee, a table, a chair, and- on one memorable occasion- Eddie's head. He still can't quite figure that one out. When Buck realized he was doing it, he yanked his hand away with a blush creeping up on his face. The finger tapping could be just a stim, a random sequence Buck comes up with on the fly, but... Eddie's starting to notice something. The tapping is never random. It's Morse code. - - - The first time Eddie notices, they're all laying around the station loft, exhausted. Calls kept them out until well after two in the morning, but adrenaline and a few near misses brought everyone to the cozy loft rather than the dark bunks. It's a peaceful quiet, one only people completely comfortable with each other enjoy.

Sugar: Found it in a few, the first being in a fic I started at like 2am, titled My Name Is Whatever You Decide (And I'm Just Gonna Call You Mine). In short, Eddie wants to change Buck's name:

"You'll regret that," Eddie smiles. Sure enough, just like every other time Buck swipes his coffee, his nose wrinkles in distain at the bitter taste of the coffee and the algae creamer. He looks ridiculous, and adorable, and Eddie wants nothing more than to smooth out the furrow in his brow with his thumb. And maybe kiss him. Definitely kiss him. And, just like every other time he swipes Eddie's coffee, he takes another sip just to be an ass. "I made yours," Eddie says with an exasperatedly fond huff, pushing Buck's liquefied sugar towards him. Buck places Eddie's coffee down and softly bonks his head into Eddie's, like a cat smushing its head into its owners palm. "Thanks." "Always," Eddie whispers.

And again in Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby. It started as just a bed sharing fic and then became an arson fic that's going in Danger Prone Diaz when I finally finish it.

He made the perfect cup of coffee, two sugars and a splash of algae creamer, and climbed the stairs to see Eddie still passed out. He'd drifted closer to Buck's side of the bed, his arm extended like he was searching for something, and a little pout on his face. Adorable. Buck slowly sat on the bed, careful not to jostle him. He gently carded his fingers through Eddie's dark hair, which had fallen in his eyes. Eddie blinked awake and looked up at Buck. He smiled softly, making Buck's heart flutter. "Morning," he said in his sleep rough voice. "Morning," Buck smiled. "I got Chris to school. Made you some breakfast." "Thank you," Eddie sighed. "He was okay with going?" "Ecstatic actually," Buck said with a grin. "He couldn't wait to tell everyone what happened and how his hero dad saved his life." Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he sat up. "What time is i-" his eyes fell on the clock- "you let me sleep til ten?" "You needed it," Buck shrugged.

Shrink: I hope the past tense counts 😅. I found it twince. Once in my BTHB prompt Distress Call, which I really really want to finish soon because I love it, and in One Day Away From Your Arms (which now has a new title).

"Now that we know you can use your words, maybe we'll get some answers out of you," Lennie said. "Let's start with what you saw, hm?"

Eddie clamped his mouth shut again.

"Don't go silent on me, pretty boy," Lennie cooed, reaching out a hand towards Eddie's face. Eddie shrank away from the touch, his gut twisting in disgust.

Lennie grabbed him by the hair and yanked him closer. Eddie winced as the room spun. His head throbbed beyond belief, and the sting from Lennie's grip wasn't helping.

One Day Away From Your Arms, now called Oh, I'm Holding My Breath (Won't Lose You Again):

His heart raced, goosebumps rising on his skin. He pulled on the restraints, closing his eyes against the resulting dizziness. His sore body, along with the lack of leverage, meant he only succeeded in rubbing his wrists raw. A door opened and soft footsteps crept closer. Eddie opened his eyes further. His stomach lurched. Dylan stood over him, a relaxed smile on his face. "I was beginning to worry about you, babe. I had to up the dosage just a little." "Dylan," Eddie rasped. "Let me go." "I can't," Dylan sighed. He trailed a fingertip down Eddie's chest. "You're just too perfect for this." Eddie tried to shrink away from the touch. The ropes just didn't have enough give.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @monsterrae1 @housewifebuck and anyone else who wants to! 🩷💚

#tag game #fanfic #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my writing #Danger Prone Diaz

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musette22 · 1 year

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Hi sweetie, how have you been doing?

What I wrote down here is just a silly and maybe even technically a little unrealistic fantasy I wanted to share with someone and who's nicer and better than you? just note that you don't have to answer or even read this. It's totally fine by me!

Okay, so I've had this idea in my mind for a long time. Imagina Evanstan on European leg of CW press tour. And secretly fooling around (but of course, who are they kidding, with no small amount of feelings for each other) and Jeremy Renner (i'm sorry I just had to, because of that 'real connection' panel thing with Chris) , the legend he is, sees them through hotel rooms hallway just about to say good night and separate, not noticing him being there. And they're just talking like good friends and all that but are too invested in their conversation so Jeremy waits for them to finish so he can say hi or make a noise anyway, but then sees Chris pressing a kiss on Seb's cheek when they stop at Seb's doorway, or the other way around, and Seb just grins fondly and is a bit flustered and when he unlocks the door and walks in, Chris waits until he's completely gone and then starts heading to his own hotel room grinning like a fool himself. Oh and then there's Jeremy giving Chris the oh-I-am-so-gonna-bully-you face like what the hell just happened?

Thank you for reading honey. Take care, i send you lots of love 💙

Oh my god, honey!!!!!!!!!!! I love this SO much 🥺🥺🥺 I am an absolute sucker for a bit of accidental voyeurism, especially when it's someone witnessing a sweet, unguarded moment of affection between our boys 🥺💕 This is just so lovely, I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy now <33 Thank you so much for sharing this sweet fantasy with us!! Sending you lots of love right back 😘

#evanstan #rpf #minnie answers

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kitkatwinchester · 11 months

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That's a problem...

Okay first, THANK GOD for Deaton and Argent OMG. We love all of Scott's parental figures constantly there to help him, even when he least expects it. Chris Argent coming in to save the day, Alan Deaton coming in to heal him up. We love it. We love Scott's, like, five dads (Rafael, Stilinski, Deaton, Argent...okay four. Four dads. But still. XD <3).

Speaking of dads, I'm so glad Noah and Rafael are more or less okay.

That said, I feel like Scott's seeing something I'm not in this fight.

Is one of the Berserkers Violet? Is that how the Berserkers work? Does she, like, turn you into a Berserker, somehow?

Because Scott kind of started to freak out when Chris started shooting, and I'm wondering why? Does he just not want anyone to get hurt? Because if he didn't want anyone to get hurt, why was he so pleased (that was adorable, by the way) about Chris having the big gun in the first place?

He's definitely seeing something I'm not, and I need to know what it is.

So I'm gonna move on so that I can keep watching.

It has occurred to me that Malia can't have romantic chemistry with Derek, because they're technically related (forgot about that part for a second lol) and I'm not into that at all.

THAT SAID, she TOTALLY DOESN'T, because they totally have FAMILIAL CHEMISTRY, and I LOVE IT!

It's so obvious and sweet with how Derek coaches her, and how supportive he is, and the little hand hold when she gets scared and how concerned Derek is when she does. I know that they're technically cousins, but that gives such brother and sister vibes, and I am all here for it. Please give me more Hale cousin team-ups. I love them. (Although clearly we were too late, and Braeden is super hurt, so that's not good (what was she even doing there??), but I'll still take the Hale cousin team-ups, because they're cute. <3)

THAT SAID, however, that just proves that Malia's romantic chemistry with everyone else was clearly intentional, because it's not just that she has natural romantic chemistry with everyone that she interacts with. No no. She has pointed chemistry in pointed situations, so whether it's the actors, director, writer, or all of the above, they were NOT trying to hide that romantic chemistry with the rest of the pack, and all I'm saying is, if she kissed every single one of them, I would not be upset.

ANYWAYS.

Okay last, but CERTAINLY not least, I know that that whole scene with Meredith was super stressful and high-key terrifying and extremely heart-wrenching (Parrish trying so hard to keep everyone calm and collected and make sure everyone felt comfortable including Meredith we love him <3) and overall not really a positive scene because we got more questions than answers and Meredith isn't helping us anymore.

BUT!

STYDIAAAAAAA!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I MEAN I JUST--

The way Stiles is backing Lydia up, and trying to keep her calm and ask Meredith the questions in a different way so that she actually answers Lydia.

The way they keep catching each other's gaze at the same time even though they're not actually looking at each other because they just know.

The way Stiles starts to sense that the situation is getting out of hand at the same time everyone else does and just keeps looking at Lydia in concern, because she's who he cares about most in that moment.

The way he was SO QUICK to stand up and catch her when she stumbled back.

The way he just held her and covered her in any desperate attempt to protect her from whatever Meredith seemed to hit her with.

The way he caresses her face so gently and turns her head so he can see her ear.

The way he gives that slight angry and protective glare at Meredith as he just continues holding Lydia and making sure she's okay.

Look.

I love Stiles's current relationship with Malia, and I fully acknowledge the romantic chemistry with Derek (and Scott, but we all know I see them as platonic soulmates, so shush).

I love and fully acknowledge Lydia's romantic chemistries with Malia and Parrish, and I would love to see either of those go further.

HOWEVER.

NOTHING (romantically, that is) will EVER beat Stiles and Lydia's chemistry.

NOTHING.

From Episode 1, that spark has just grown, and the two of them are SO similar and balance each other SO well and are SO protective of each other and just care about each other SO much and THIS IS WHY THEY ARE MY OTP!!

BECAUSE OF MOMENTS LIKE THIS!!!

Their current chemistries/relationships are great.

But that is all they are.

Current.

And temporary.

Because JUST LOOK AT STYDIA!

WHEN DO I GET MY STYDIA ENDGAME?!

WHEN?!

I NEED IT!!!

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!!!

...anyways.

Full pointers for Liam for trying his hardest to get out, and I felt so bad for him when he fell back into the well, but he clearly has a new vigor, and that little flashback with Scott was so wholesome and cute, and god I hope they find him soon because that poor baby is trying his darndest, but he could really use the help.

DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE STYDIA?! <3

(This was the best gif I could find but it has his little caress of her face so it totally works. I LOVE THEM!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

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