#To think just this morning I felt hopeful and texted my brother to thank him for voting in Georgia!)

[cherriesformatt]

collab of the year || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt invites you to meet some friends

warnings: none I think maybe a little suggestive

word count: 1,2k

a/n: hope you like this one

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I was in my bed scrolling through twitter and all I had on my page was videos and pictures from Tara's party. Which Chris and Nick attended while me and Matt had a little gateway trip for our anniversary. They called him on FaceTime and that ended up in Tara's vlog. Everyone thinks it was hilarious including me. I also loved all of the memes with Matt going to bed while the party was happening.

When we came back boys told us about everyone and that they really had fun. I was really happy about that because they usually don't really go out that much. Especially not to parties.

I stopped scrolling when I felt arms around my body.

"Good morning" I heard Matt's raspy, morning voice.

I smiled when I felt little kisses on the back of my neck sending shivers down my body.

"Morning..." I said and turned around to face him.

I smiled when he opened his eyes.

"I am surprised it's like 9 and you're up" I laughed and fixed his hair from his eyes.

"Well...I have things to do" He said and smiled.

"Like what?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Like...you" He pulled me to himself even more and I was about to kiss him when I heard loud knocks on the door.

"Are you guys up? And dressed? Can I come in?" Chris said from the other side of the door and I looked at Matt and kissed his cheek and moved away a little.

"Yes... come in" I said and Matt growled and covered his head with a pillow.

Chris came into the room and looked at us.

"I have news!" He sat on the bed next to Matt.

"Me too, I actually hate you both right now" Matt said and threw the pillow from his face at Chris.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I put my hair into the bun and looked at Chris.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Tara invited us for dinner to celebrate 1 mil, she wants us to meet Johnnie. Jake, Larray, Sam and Colby are going to be there too. Nick also said that they can come over here after dinner and we could hang out. y/n you will finally meet Tara!" Chris said.

I looked at him. Pure panic in my eyes. I need to clean up this place.

"Well... Then I should start to clean already" I said. That was kinda my thing. Cleaning when I am stressing out.

I spent half of my day cleaning the house, even if it was already pretty clean. Boys helped me a little, mostly Matt. Chris said he is going to clean his own room. Do I believe him? No.

"So should I like match the energy and go all black?" I asked Matt going through my clothes. I already did my make up and was standing in my underwear trying to find something I like.

"I already told you, wear whatever feels like good for you" He said looking at his PC.

"I hate men" I said dramatically and texted Nick to come downstairs.

He walked into the room and looked at me.

"Wow... I bet the other triplet does not get this view. All because I'm gay, how lucky..." He said sarcastically.

"I get more than that..." Matt blinked at him with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, my room is above you, I fucking know" He said.

"What do I wear? Help me…He is useless" I looked at Nick pointing at Matt.

"Can't you wear that dress you bought last time we went thrift shopping? And the platform docs with it" He said and went to my jewelry box.

"Those are cool, wear this too" He put a chain and some small hoops on the dresser.

"Thank you Nick" I smiled at him and started to put the outfit together.

"See learn that for the next time" I told Matt when his brother left the room.

"Just to be sure... Did Chris saw you in your underwear?" He asked and I laughed. Can't believe he was still thinking about it.

"Probably? I don't know, who cares...Matt maybe I am just going to stay home" I said and sat on the bed.

"You literally need to stop overthinking that. You know that I also am not a fan of big groups but this people are really cool and chill. It's gonna be okay" He looked at me and smile.

"You look beautiful as always and everyone is going to love you" He stood up from his chair and came up to me.

He put both of his hands on my cheeks and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled and wrinkled my nose.

"Alright..alright.. you will ruin my make up Matthew" I took his hands of my face giving him one more quick kiss.

The dinner went great. They all were really nice. Me and Matt were the only couple there so sometimes they made little jokes about it. I felt very welcome even if I wasn't part of their world. I tried to stay out from the cameras usually. But I didn't want to be rude so when they were filming stories I was on it. I was kinda stressing about people talking shit about me.

When we came to our house and at first we talked and played games together. Then we decided to go to topgolf but before that they wanted to film some TikToks.

"You and Matt are literally a goal couple. He is just so sweet checking on you all the time. Look at him he is scared I'm going to eat you" Tara said to me and I laughed.

"Yes.. he is the best" I looked at Matt with a big smile.

"Do you wanna film TikTok with me? I love your outfit so much" She asked me and i said "fuck it if tara yummy asks you to make a TikTok with her you make a TikTok with her" in my head.

"Okay...I usually only post for my friends but if you want I'm in" I smiled.

We decided to use "Tara Yummy is a mindset" audio since we kinda match with our outfits. She was a real sweetheart and such a funny person. They all were.

"I am really glad you are having fun tonight" Matt said while we were driving to top golf. He put his hand on my knee and smiled.

"It's really fun I'm glad we are doing this. And that you guys are meeting more people" I said and looked at the back at his brothers.

"Girl your and Taras TikTok is so viral" Nick showed me and my eyes went big for the numbers.

"Fuck... that's crazy" I said and Chris laughed.

"Told you that you should start to film as well" He said.

"No thank you..I just couldn't say no to Tara" I laughed.

Topgolf was souper fun. I won with Matt for the first time since forever so I was so happy. Everyone had so much fun and we filmed a lot. Boys were teaching Tara how to play and she looked so cute with the club because she is just so small.

"Matt is sad because his girlfriend is better than him" Jake said while we were on our way to the cars.

"Poor Matty" Chris made a sad face.

I laughed at them and looked at Matt. He just shook his head.

"Well...he is a winner anyways, he has the hottest girl in town, I dare you to show her to the world Matt" Tara said and I blushed.

I BLUSHED. WTF

"Are you flirting with me?" I looked at her and she laughed.

I might have a new best friend.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

[princesachicana]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2

a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!

It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.

Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?

Steven: waiting for you by the pool.

Steven: ur late

Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving

Steven: is belly holding you hostage?

Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.

Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.

Steven: did something happen are you okay?

Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.

You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.

Belly: have funnnn

Belly: no funny business!!

Belly: wait where did you go?!

Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u

Belly: what’s going on?

Belly: just let us know ur okay

Belly: y/n ??!?!??

Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?

Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.

“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.

“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.

“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.

“Now let’s go!”

~

“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.

You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.

“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.

As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.

“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”

It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.

~

“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.

“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.

As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.

“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”

~

“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.

“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.

Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.

“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.

“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.

“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.

“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.

“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.

“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”

You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.

“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.

“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.

“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”

Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.

“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.

Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.

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[blubffsd]

— THE SISTER THAT I NEVER HAD.

summary: where the reader wants to spend a whole day with Ethan to make up for missing his birthday.

note: writing this i realize how much i wanted a little brother

This year you decided to spend the holidays with your family in Montpellier since you hadn't seen them for a long time and you wanted to spend time with them. You would only stay for Christmas to be able to spend the New Year with Kylian and his family and you would return on December 27, to be present for Ethan's birthday. But your grandfather got seriously ill the day before Christmas and was in the hospital until the afternoon of December 29: Ethan's birthday.

You felt very guilty for not being in Paris with him, you had promised him that you would return before his birthday but you didn't expect what happened to your grandfather, who fortunately was fine now.

You sent Ethan thousands of text messages apologizing for not being there and assuring him that you would be back as soon as you could. He told you not to worry, that he understood why you didn't come back and that everything was fine.

You knew your little brother-in-law too well to believe his words.

The conversation with your boyfriend didn't help you calm down at all, so after hugging your grandfather many times, you said goodbye to your family to go to the airport and try to get a flight to Paris.

Luckily there was a flight available in an hour and a half so you sat patiently waiting listening to music.

You hoped you could make it up to Ethan but you didn't know how. Although you thought of many things to do with him and places to visit together you wanted to get a second opinion, so you decided to ask Fayza what to do.

You quickly received a notification of an incoming call from Fayza.

—Hi Fayza, long time no talk –you heard your mother-in-law's laughter over the phone.

—Something bad happened?

—No! It's just, you know, since I wasn't there for Ethan's birthday today, I'd like to make it up to him somehow, and I wanted to see if you could suggest a place to visit or something he wants to do.

—Oh, honey! that's so sweet of you. Of course i will help you.

You let out a squeal of happiness and smiled completely excited.

—Thank you so so so much! I don't really know what to do.

—Don't thank me, it's a pleasure. Ethan mentioned something about an amusement park that opened recently, if you want I'll give you the address.

—Yes, text me the address, it'll be fun, I'll take him there.

—Okay honey, I'll do it. Y/N, really thank you very much.

You frowned slightly without understanding.

—Why?

—For doing this for Ethan, you really mean a lot to him. And also for always being with Kylian, my children adore you and I couldn't be happier that you are the one with my son.

You smiled slightly feeling the tears in your eyes about to come out, it made you very happy to hear her say that.

—I'm going to cry. It makes me very happy to hear that, all of you really mean a lot to me and each one of you has a very big place in my heart, thanks to you.

—I think I'll cry too –you laughed slightly– Y/N, I have to hang up, Ethan and Kylian are making a mess in the kitchen. Have a good trip, see you in the new year, honey.

After the call with Fayza you kept listening to music until it was time for your flight and you were finally on your way home.

The flight was pretty quick so you didn't have time to sleep, but you did have time to finish planning what you would do for Ethan, it wasn't anything fancy, but you were sure he would love it.

You went by taxi to your shared apartment with Kylian, you didn't want to call him because he was probably asleep since it was half past two in the morning.

But surprisingly he wasn't asleep when you got home. He and Ethan were in the living room playing FIFA.

They both looked at you surprised and you immediately had them both hugging you with no intention of letting you go.

—Amour, I thought you would come tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me? We would have gone for you at the airport.

—Sorry, I just thought you were asleep. Nevermind, I missed you guys so much.

You broke away from the hug to kiss Kylian on the lips and hug Ethan again.

—We missed you too, sis. I really wanted to celebrate with you.

You moved away from Ethan a bit so you could look him in the eye.

—I know and I'm sorry. I also wanted to celebrate with you but you know why I couldn't come, although I promise to make it up to you.

You saw your brother-in-law look at you somewhat confused but interested in knowing more.

—Really? How?

—Would it be okay for you to spend a whole day with me?

Ethan couldn't hide his big smile or his excitement, he really missed those days with you and he was happy to do it again.

—One hundred percent yes, i want the funny days back.

—"Funny days"?

Your boyfriend, who had been watching the entire interaction between the two of you with a smile, had a completely confused frown.

—Let him, he doesn't have to know. –Ethan let out a giggle and he said goodbye to you and your boyfriend to go to sleep in the guest room.

You took your boyfriend by the arm and dragged him into the room while you listened to his complaints because he wanted to continue playing FIFA.

—Amour, please a few more minutes, I promise I'll wash the dishes tomorrow.

—You were going to do it anyway.

Kylian gave up and lay back on the bed with his arms folded like a little boy.

—You would have let Ethan continue playing.

He pouted his lips and you lay down next to him laughing.

—Oh, my baby is mad and trying to make me feel guilty so he won't admit he's upset?

Your boyfriend looked at you and chuckled knowing you had figured him out.

—I just want to know what is the funny day.

On the afternoon of December 31, you and Kylian were driving to your boyfriend's family's house to celebrate the New Year.

You were very excited since you loved visiting them and you felt very comfortable with them.

Also, "the funny day" (as you and Ethan liked to call it), started tomorrow morning and you couldn't wait any longer.

Once you got to your destination, Kylian parked the car, opened the door for you and took your hand, then you both walked to the door and he rang the bell.

Fayza opened the door for you and gave you both a hug, inviting you to come in.

When you entered the house you saw Ethan with his nephews and cousins ​​playing with the toys they had been given for Christmas, as soon as they saw you they ran to hug you.

—Y/N! We miss you so much.

You smiled completely touched by the treatment of the little children and gave each one a kiss on the cheek.

—I miss y-

—Hi guys, I'm here too by the way. –your boyfriend interrupted you with sarcasm in his voice, pretending to be angry.

—Uncle Kylian! –now everyone was hugging your boyfriend and he was more than happy with it.

You knew that he pretended to be annoyed that the children were with you and not with him because he liked the attention he got after that. He loved it.

—Look at his triumphant smile, he loves the attention.

You chuckled slightly and you looked at Ethan, who was standing next to you.

—Ready for tomorrow, little boy?

—Of course, I'm excited too.

You hugged him by the shoulders pulling him a little closer to you.

—It's going to be the best day of your life.

The rest of the day was pretty nice. Playing with your boyfriend's nephews, giving love advice to some of his teenage cousins ​​without your boyfriend and brother-in-law listening. With Ethan hugging you throughout dinner fighting with Kylian since he wanted your attention too. Almost crying with the speech that Kylian's father gave during the toast and watching the fireworks hugging your boyfriend in the yard of the house.

It was a good way to start the year.

You woke up with the sound of the alarm indicating that "the funny day" had started.

Between you and Ethan, there was no telling which of the two was more excited.

On the other side of the city, your brother-in-law was getting out of bed just like you, unable to erase the excited smile on his face, he had really missed the funny days.

Your boyfriend was still sleeping since he asked you not to wake him up since he couldn't handle knowing that you would abandon him and he wanted to take his time to take it on.

Or in other words, he was very tired and wanted to sleep late.

You complied with his request, so trying not to wake him up, you gave him a kiss on the forehead as a goodbye. Then you took your car keys and left the house going to pick up your brother-in-law.

The day's schedule you made was: first go to Starbucks for breakfast since Ethan loved it, take him to buy his gift, have lunch at his favorite restaurant, amusement park and movie night.

You arrived at your in-laws house and saw Ethan waiting outside. When he noticed that you were there he smiled and quickly got in the car.

—Hi, E. How are you? –you smiled at your brother-in-law as he put on his seatbelt.

—Hi, sis. I'm fine and hungry to be honest.

—Let's have breakfast then.

Ethan nodded happily and turned on his phone's bluetooth to listen to music.

He put up the playlist that you two created called "yeaiIwidjs" (you guys couldn't think of any names so you opted for random lyrics), it had everything, from songs from Maroon 5 to Whitney Houston.

You two screamed with happiness when you heard the intro of Levitating by Dua Lipa.

—IF YOU WANNA RUN AWAY WITH ME, I KNOW A GALAXY AND I CAN TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE. –you started to sing/scream.

And of course Ethan did the same.

—I HAD A PREMONITION THAT WE FELL INTO A RHYTHM WHERE THE MUSIC DON'T STOP FOR LIFE.

—GLITTER IN THE SKY, GLITTER IN MY EYES, SHINNING JUST THE WAY I LIKE –now you both were singing/screaming.

You did the same thing with every song you heard until you got to Starbucks.

You guys might have a sore throat for a whole week, but it was fun.

You ordered your coffees with some rolls that Ethan liked and you were talking about the same old things, your job, your relationship with Kylian, how Ethan is doing in football and how he feels about it.

Maybe they were the same conversations as always, but you weren't bored at all, you were really interested in what he had to say, even if it was the same as always and he felt the same with you.

You guys finished breakfast and went back to your car, this time going to the mall.

You guys didn't want to sing/scream this time because a couple of people recognized you and you didn't want to see yourself on the internet yelling the lyrics to All Too Well by Taylor Swift.

Now instead of singing you played to imagine the life story of people walking down the street.

Ethan believed that the man with glasses and a blue suit who passed in front of us while the light was red was a lawyer who was frustrated with his profession because he really wanted to be a policeman and now he is dedicated to defending criminals to make it difficult for them to work.

But in my opinion that man was an accountant, who was happily married with 4 children, who works in what he loves and now went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of daisies for his wife because today is their anniversary.

—I just don't understand why you think he was frustrated with his profession.

—I saw it in his eyes! Don't you always say that the eyes are the soul or something like that? That man hates his life, I know.

You continued discussing for a few more minutes about the profession of the unknown gentleman and entered the mall.

—Y/N, please tell me we're not here to buy you clothes. –you laughed when you saw his panicked face.

—No, we came to buy you something, whatever you want.

Ethan looked at you excitedly, thinking about all the things he once told his mom he wanted but she said no because he didn't need them.

Quickly, your brother-in-law took your hand and began to drag you around the mall looking for something he liked.

After searching for about 20 minutes he was about to give up, until he found the perfect gift.

Headphones.

Good headphones to listen to good music.

—Oh, do you want those? –you pointed to the headphones and saw Ethan nod– Good choice.

Ethan wanted to pay for it but you obviously told him no as it was a gift. So even though you told him it wasn't necessary, he bought you some headphones too.

So you two left the store with a new pair of headphones.

—Thanks for the headphones, Y/N. And for spending the day with me. –Ethan hugged you by the shoulders as you walked.

—Thanks for the headphones too, and you don't have to thank me for wanting to spend time with you, it's my pleasure. –you winked at him making him laugh.

—Okay, can we go for lunch? I'm starving.

—But it's been just a while since we had breakfast, Ethan.

—But I'm hungry, please let's go to McDonald's, order takeout, and walk around or whatever, but i want some food.

—Okay, let's go, I'm hungry too.

You decided to obey your brother-in-law's requests, so in less than five minutes you were back in your car ready to go order food.

There's not much to tell about lunch, you two were so hungry that you didn't speak to each other until you finished eating, and you only talked about how good the food was.

You decided to walk a bit through the streets of Paris to take some photos and talk about the outfits of the people you saw, you always do that. It's a funny day tradition.

—Y/N, when you and my brother gonna get married?

Ethan's question took you by surprise and you stopped walking, causing him to look at you in confusion.

—Why did you stop?

—Not at all, it's just that your question surprised me.

—Oh, okay –your brother-in-law nodded and you continued walking in silence.

You were sure that you wanted to marry Kylian and start a family together. But he wanted the same? Why would Ethan ask that? Is it too obvious that you want to get married?

—Why did you just ask that?

—Why did I ask you about the marriage? –you nodded– It wasn't for anything special, it's just that you guys have been together for five years and it would be nice to have the same last name.

—Yeah, it would be nice to officially be family. –you laughed and saw Ethan nod.

You kept walking around talking about anything but the marriage, but inevitably it was still in your head.

Then you went back to where your car was parked eating ice cream at Ethan's request (yes, he's hungry all day). He also insisted on going to the amusement park early because he wanted to stay there all afternoon, obviously you listened to him and drove there.

—Do you think they would recognize us? –you heard your brother-in-law ask before entering the place.

—No, I don't think so.

You guys walked into the amusement park, Ethan completely fascinated and you completely scared.

You wanted to ignore the fact that 90% of the rides in those kinds of places scared you because you knew Ethan was excited, so you took a deep breath and faked your best smile.

—We could get up there, look. –he pointed to the roller coaster.

There's no way I'm getting on that thing.

—Alright, let's go there.

Ethan took your hand and dragged you toward the waiting line.

Fortunately for Ethan and unfortunately for you, there were only 4 people waiting. There are always waits of more than an hour, and today, when you're there, it's only 10 minutes.

—Ethan, I have to go to the bathroom.

Liar.

—Oh, it's fine. I'll wait for you so we can ride the roller coaster together.

This can't be.

You smiled slightly and you almost ran to the women's bathroom trying to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to do.

You stayed there for a few minutes until you decided to go out and face your fear, but you saw Ethan, who was waiting for you outside the bathroom.

—Hey, I thought you would wait for me on the roller coaster.

—Yeah, let's go to another ride or something, when you came here a guy coming down from the roller coaster was throwing up and I was eating all morning and I don't want to repeat history.

You smiled with extreme happiness knowing that you were no longer at risk of fainting in front of hundreds of people.

The rest of the afternoon was spent going from ride to ride. Ethan ate everything in front of him, from cotton candy to hotdogs. You took thousands of photos, but most were with Pooh, the teddy bear that your brother-in-law win in a game.

Pooh Mbappé was a new member of the family and Ethan and you couldn't be more proud of that.

It was already close to seven in the evening and you two were too tired.

So you three (Pooh wanted to be included) went back to your shared house with Kylian, who wasn't there since he told you in the morning that he couldn't deal with loneliness and that he was going to his parents' house.

You and Ethan sat on your couch completely exhausted, Ethan rethinking his decisions of eating so much and you in how you could have won your own teddy bear too if you had a good aim.

—Now comes the best part of the day, E. –he looked at you expectantly– movies night!

Ethan smiled happily and celebrated a bit, he loved watching movies with you.

You went to your room to find a couple of blankets and cushions to be more comfortable and put them on the sofa.

—Okay little boy, what movie?

—SpiderMan: No Way Home –he responded almost immediately. That movie meant a lot to you two, since one of the things you shared was your love for spiderman you went to see the movie at the cinema together, it really was an unforgettable day for both of you.

It was pretty funny remembering how you two went into the movie completely excited and came out wiping your tears.

You put the movie on and Ethan rested his head on your shoulder.

—We are so lucky to have you in our lives. –you look at him with a smile.

—I'm the lucky one to have you.

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You were lying next to your boyfriend lying on his chest talking about whatever came to mind.

—And that's why I think pineapple pizza is delicious. –you heard your boyfriend talking, but you hadn't paid attention to him at all and he noticed it.

—Amour, what's happening? You've been like this since Ethan left here.

You sighed taking courage to speak, it was now or never.

—I want to marry you.

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[alisonsfics]

off limits - part two

pairing: brothersbestfriend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

word count: 3.5k

warnings: suggestions/references to smut, but no actual smut

When you woke up the morning after kissing Henry, you felt like you had made the biggest mistake of your life. You had the most amazing guy kissing you, and he was just as into you as you were into him, but you pushed him away.

Your logical brain knew that you both couldn’t realistically be together; after all, he was your brother’s best friend.

The other part of your brain knew how great Henry was and made you feel stupid for throwing that away.

You knew you needed to get Henry off your mind. You were going on a trip to Hawaii with your best friend for two weeks, and you couldn’t waste a vacation like that by thinking about a guy you could never have.

You hoped that this vacation would be the fresh start you needed.

You and your best friend, Grace, were currently sitting at the airport waiting for your flight. As you sat there struggling to keep your eyes open, you saw a text pop up on your phone.

It was from Henry…

It said “I hope that you have a good flight and a good first day of vacation. Don’t forget to take lots of pictures!”

You smiled to yourself. You glanced down at your watch and realized it was 5:30am, which left you wondering why Henry was up so early. Did he wake up early to text you? Was he just a morning person?

Grace noticed the smile on your face within seconds. “I know that look. Who’re you texting?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. You quickly hid your phone screen with your hand. “It’s not important,” you lied, even though you knew she could see through your lie.

“Oh my god, it’s a guy, isn’t it?” She asked you, curiously. After all the years of friendship, she had become a wizard at knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Okay fine, it’s a guy, but nothing is going on between us.” You told her.

She didn’t believe you, but she knew she had gotten as much information as she could by prying, so she moved on.

You thought about it for a second, and then texted Henry back.

“Thank you so much. I’ll text you when we land. Have a good day”

You couldn’t help the smile that popped up on your face when you thought about him.

Meanwhile, Henry was having a problem with how much he was thinking of you. He had been tossing and turning in bed all night, which is why he was awake to text you so early.

He had two alternating thoughts in his head. He kept replaying the kiss and your flirting in his head. He felt so frustrated that you both couldn’t be together. On the other hand, he also couldn’t stop thinking about what your lips tasted like and what it felt like to have you running your fingers through his hair.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

You and Grace finally boarded the plane after what felt like hours of waiting. After the plane took off, Grace busied herself by reading a book she packed. You had plans for a nap. You crossed your arms and fell asleep in seconds.

You felt the warmth from the sunlight on your skin as you laid in bed. You were reading the book from your bedside table and sipping your morning coffee. Then, the bed shifted next to you.

You looked to your left and saw a shirtless man roll over to face you. It was Henry. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he looked at you with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, love,” you said, brushing some of his curls out of his face. You turned to set down your book and rolled over to face him. “You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing your bare shoulder.

“I love you,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair. He continued pressing kisses along your collarbone and chest before picking up his head.

“I had a really good time last night. Best anniversary ever.” He said, grabbing your hips with his large hands. He pulled himself on top of you and caressed your sides.

“What do you say to a round two?” You asked, admiring his naked torso. He smirked before cupping your face and kissing you. “I can never say no to you, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

You jolted awake and realized you were on the airplane still. “You alright?” Grace asked you, placing her hand on your shoulder. You nodded your head, catching your breath. “Just a dream. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said, excusing herself.

You went into the small airplane bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face. All your brain could think about was Henry, even when you were asleep. You didn’t know how you were going to survive this trip if you kept having dreams like that.

When you both finally landed, you sent Henry a quick text letting him know that your flight was good.

The first place you headed was the hotel to get changed and then straight to the hotel pool. The hotel was on the beachfront and also had a separate pool.

You and Grace immediately noticed how pretty the ocean was. There was islands in the distance and even a double rainbow. “C’mon, we have to go take a picture,” you said, grabbing her hand and dragging her with you.

You both took some pictures of the gorgeous view. “Do you want me to take a picture of you for you to send to your boyfriend?” She asked, smirking at you. You frowned and jokingly rolled your eyes. “Number one, he’s not my boyfriend. Number two, I would like a picture, but not to send to him.” You corrected her.

“Whatever you tell yourself,” she said, grabbing your phone to take your picture. Then, you both headed back to the pool. You quickly jumped in the water and leisurely swam around.

You got out of the water before Grace and laid in one of the pool chairs you had set your stuff down on. You stared at the picture on your phone of you on the beach. You wanted to send it to Henry, but you were nervous because you were wearing a bikini on it. You were insecure that he wouldn’t think you looked good, but you also didn’t want to push any boundaries since you had agreed to just be friends.

You ignored your brain and hit send.

You set your phone down, so you could stop worrying about it. Then, you locked eyes with a guy across the pool. He was staring at you.

You quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn’t bother you, but you were unsuccessful. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him get up and start walking toward you.

“Excuse me, beautiful.” He said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You looked over at him and gave him a half-hearted smile. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked you.

Not only were you not interested, but even if he had seemed nice, you’d feel like you were cheating on Henry. You knew it was crazy because Henry wasn’t yours.

You quickly shook your head. “No, thank you. I actually have a boyfriend.” You lied, hoping he would leave you alone. He shrugged in response. “Well, I don’t see him.” He said.

Your blood began to boil with rage. “Just leave me alone.” You snapped at him. He still didn’t budge. “Show me your boyfriend then,” he argued.

You rolled your eyes. He was being ridiculous, but you wanted to get him to leave. You grabbed your phone, and without thinking you FaceTimed Henry.

It started to ring, and you prayed that he would answer. His face popped up on the screen, smiling at you. “Hey, baby,” you said, smiling back at him.

Henry furrowed his eyebrows at your use of the nickname. You hoped that he could tell from your expression that he needed to just play along. “Hi, beautiful. What’s up?” He asked, curiously.

“Can you tell this asshole to leave me alone and that you’re my boyfriend?” You asked him. It all clicked inside Henry’s brain, and he was furious. You flipped the screen around to show the guy. “Hey, you stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, okay? You understand me? She told you to go away, so just respect that or I’ll have to come beat your ass.” He threatened.

The guy finally walked away, and you turned the screen back to your face. You could see the concern on Henry’s face. “Are you safe now? Did he leave you alone?” He asked you, quickly.

You nodded your head. “I’m all good. Thank you though,” you said, sincerely. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “Are you sure? I want you to be safe.” He told you. He wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was worried about you.

“I promise I’m alright, Henry. I think we were going to head up to our room anyway. Thank you for being so sweet and caring.” You said, smiling. Finally, a smile formed on his face. “Of course, I’m always here for you. Also, that picture you sent me, absolutely beautiful.” He said.

You felt your heart beat faster from his compliment. You convinced yourself that he was talking about the view and he wasn’t talking about seeing you in a bikini.

You saw Grace walking towards you, so you knew you needed to end the call. “Thank you. I have to get going, but have a good rest of your day.” You told him.

“You too. Stay safe,” he told you before hanging up.

Grace walked up to you, and you could tell she hadn’t seen the phone call. “You want to head up to the room before we have to get ready for dinner?” You asked her.

She nodded, and you both headed upstairs.

You both spent some time unpacking your suitcases and organizing your stuff since you had some time before you had to leave.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet and protective Henry had been. Maybe it was just normal human decency to want your friend to be safe from creepy guys, but it just made you think about how loving he would be if you both were dating.

He would always make sure you were safe, and you’d never have to deal with another pushy guy again.

You couldn’t help but feel mad at Theo. It wasn’t even his fault that you and Henry couldn’t be together, he didn’t even know about your kiss or anything. You knew that you and Henry were making the right decision, but that didn’t make it feel any better.

After cleaning up and watching a movie or two, you decided to take a shower before you had to leave for dinner. Grace grabbed the tv remote and put on some random sitcom to keep her busy.

She felt the couch start to move next to her. She glanced over, thinking her phone was ringing. She saw a picture of Henry on the screen and realized it was your phone, and that Henry was trying to FaceTime you.

Her first thought was that something bad happened to Theo, so Henry was calling to tell you. She quickly answered it, thinking it was an emergency.

Henry’s face popped up on the screen as she clicked accept. She could tell he was shocked to see her. “Oh uh, hey Grace.” He said, confused.

“Hey Henry. She’s in the shower right now. Is everything okay with Theo? Did something happen?” She asked, anxiously. Henry quickly realized what she was thinking and shook his head. “No no, nothing like that. Theo’s fine. I just called to check in and talk to her. She doesn’t need to call me back though if she’s busy. You don’t need to bother her for me.” He told her.

She slowly nodded her head and tried to figure out why your brother’s best friend was calling you “just to talk.”

“Okay then, see you later, Henry.” She said, hanging up the phone. Her mind was running wild with all the possible reasons why Henry called you.

The most logical one was that you both were together, and she was intrigued. A secret relationship between you and your brother’s best friend was pretty interesting.

She impatiently waited for you to get out of the shower to ask you all her questions. You, of course, had no idea what was coming your way when you left the bathroom.

You immediately made eye contact with Grace, and she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. She quickly patted the spot next to her on the couch.

You gave her a confused look before sitting next to her. “What’s up with you?” You asked her. She smirked. She wanted to tease you and make you wait, but she couldn’t wait any longer to ask you questions.

You grabbed your water bottle to take a sip while she made you wait a few seconds.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you were secretly fucking your brother’s best friend?” She asked, causing you to almost choke on your water.

Grace seemed pretty amused by your reaction. “What the hell are you even talking about?” You asked. You didn’t have a clue where she could’ve gotten an idea like that. She just grinned to herself.

“A certain handsome man tried to call you while you were in the shower.” She told you. You could feel your eyes go wide. “Henry called? Wait, did you answer it? Why would you do that? And what did he tell you?” You asked, bombarding her with questions.

Grace could tell from your response that she was definitely on the right track. You wouldn’t have cared this much is she was way off base.

“Slow down, too many questions. I answered because I was worried something happened with Theo. Only to find out, he called just to check in on you, which would be fine except he’s your brother’s friend not yours. So, either he likes you and you are the most oblivious person on the planet or you two are sleeping together. Judging by your reaction, I would assume it’s the second option.” She told you.

You felt like your mind was racing. Henry had called you, just to talk. “Henry and I aren’t sleeping together.” You told her, even though you had a feeling she wouldn’t believe you.

“Really? Cause I saw how excited and smiley he looked before he realized I answered the phone and not you. Also, did you just see how you reacted when I brought him up?” She asked you.

You took a deep breath. You knew you’d have to tell her the whole story for her to believe you. “Okay fine, I’ll tell you.” You confessed. The smile on her face grew as she clapped excitedly.

“So, Henry and I kissed at Theo’s party.” You told her, knowing to pause because she’d have a comment to make. Grace nearly squealed and playfully hit your arm. “And you didn’t tell me? This is huge! Also, what kind of kiss are we talking? Like a little peck or a proper kiss?” She asked you.

You could feel your face heat up, and she noticed. “Oh, it was a real kiss. Like, I may have ended up in his lap.” You admitted, timidly. Grace's jaw dropped. “You’re kidding! You tried to play this off like an innocent little kiss at a party, but you guys were properly making out. Is he a good kisser?” She asked you, excitedly.

“Yeah, he was a really good kisser.” You told her, smiling. All of the feelings of that night were coming flooding back to you. “So, why didn’t you tell me that you had a new man?” She asked you, poking your arm.

“Because I don’t.” You told her, simply.

She frowned at you. “I think you do. You both made out on a rooftop, and the next day he’s calling just to talk to you.” She told you. She was so excited for you. She knew Henry was a great guy, and she could tell you liked him a lot.

“After the kiss, we both decided it was a bad decision. It would make things really awkward with Theo, and neither of us want to do that. So, we decided to just stay friends and not overcomplicate anything. It would get too messy.” You told her, even though it made you feel like you a punch in the gut.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” She said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You both stayed like that for a while. It felt nice to get it off your chest, but talking about your kiss with Henry made you want a relationship with him more.

“I think we need to go and have an amazing night at dinner to cheer you up. What do you say?” She said, trying to make you feel better. You nodded and then went to go get dressed for dinner.

You both had a great night at dinner, and you weren’t even thinking about Henry. Until you got back to the hotel room and Grace quickly fell asleep, so you were alone with your thoughts again.

You were still dressed up from dinner, and you grabbed your phone and headed to the balcony connected to your room to call Henry back.

You curled up on the comfy sofa on the balcony and hit the call button.

Within seconds, Henry’s face appeared on the screen. He had a sweet smile when he saw your face. “Hey, you. How’re you doing?” he said, softly.

You smiled back at him. “I’m doing good. We just got back from dinner. We went to this really nice restaurant. The food was delicious. It was nice to get all dressed up too.” You said, panning the camera down a little to show him your dress.

“You look stunning. I’m glad you had a good time. Kal and I had a nice night in. We ordered some pizza and watched some movies.” He said, turning the screen so you could see Kal cuddled up to his side.

As amazing as your night was, you wished you had been with Henry. A pizza movie night wearing your pajamas with Henry and Kal sounded like a perfect evening.

“Awww, tell the little guy I said hi when he wakes up.” You said, smiling. Henry couldn’t even get the smile off his face.

“So, I don’t know if you heard, I tried to call you earlier. Sorry if I freaked Grace out, but you don’t need to call me back if you’re busy.” He told you. You were still so flattered at how sweet he was.

“No, it’s okay. Grace gets it. I may have told her about what she’s now calling our rooftop make out. She just kept asking questions, and I kinda caved. She won’t tell anybody though. But anyway, I just really needed to talk to you after today.” You told him, honestly. He chuckled at the joke Grace had made, but then was just as serious as you were.

He knew exactly what you meant. He really needed to talk to you and just hear your voice.

“So, I’m assuming today was just as hard for you as it was for me?” He asked, sighing. You just nodded your head. “It’s kinda been hell,” you told him, honestly.

“I spent all day wondering if we made the right decision, and I can’t stop replaying last night in my head. I keep trying to come up with any way that we could make this work.” He told you, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Did you come up with anything yet?” You asked, even though you knew there was no loophole.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “Trust me, if there was a way, I’d be on the first flight to Hawaii.” He said. You felt a pull on your heartstrings.

“I wish that could happen, but I think we’re doing the right thing and that’s what sucks so much.” You told him. He nodded his head, agreeing with you. “I would never want to do anything to hurt Theo, but god, this is hell.” He confessed.

You could see the frustration in his eyes. “Is it bad that I keep wondering if us being friends is making this better or worse?” You asked him.

He let out a light laugh. “No, I keep thinking about it too. I feel like this is just making it ten times harder on us, but I can’t stand the thought of never talking to you again.” He told you.

An idea popped into your head. “So, what if we didn’t talk the rest of the time I’m in Hawaii. Then, we could meet up for lunch or something when I get back?” You suggested. You could see him thinking about it before he responded.

“I think that’s a really smart idea, but promise me that if there is anymore creepy guys, you won’t hesitate to call me.” He asked you. You nodded and smiled at him. “I promise.” You said, softly.

You both said goodnight and then hung up the phone and went to bed.

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BLURB DAY BLURB DAY numero uno congrats on a new milestone yeeeeeehaw!!! and for the blurb [rubs hands together] how about some 14 and 21 with my forever boy, donnie. disgustingly soft. like. im gonna wanna nest on it soft. the Most tender. tytyty hugs you a lot

*accepts hug and spins you around* you are in fact numero uno! thank you for requesting on Blurb Day! I hope you are having a wonderful Friday!

*me writing this blurb* alright, just a cup of sweetness *upends the whole 25lbs container* yeah. that seems about right.

Somewhere in the Lair, you could hear Mikey singing while he baked, the smell of cinnamon and apples heavy in the air. The heaters in the Lair were on full blast, the hum of the industrial furnaces bringing a heated warmth into every room, the groan of the pipes buried underneath the extra noise, but nothing could drown out the heavy beat of Donatello's heart underneath your ear, as loud as a drum through the solid keratin you were curled up against.

His hand slid across your back in a lazy pattern, and you hummed into the hollow of his throat, knowing he had finally woken up from the nap you'd enticed him to take earlier in the morning.

"Time?" He rasped, jaw moving against your hair, and you felt his legs stretch where they were entwined with yours, quads quivering as he held the position for a long moment. He inhaled, chest swelling, and you shifted to get comfortable once more at the movement.

"Mike's still baking." You supplied in a whisper, arms tightening around him, not wanting him to think he could slip away just yet.

"Not dinner time, then." Donnie's arm tightened around you, holding you close as he jostled over just a smidge to read the numbers on his battered alarm clock. "Hm... maybe half an hour before we have to get ready."

You shivered as cold air snuck into the blankets around where his arm was raising the fabric, and he noticed, tunneling his arm back into the warmth and hiking the comforter closer around the pair of you.

He brushed his lips against your hair, beak pressing against your forehead, and you grinned, knowing what he was after. You let him press chaste flutters against the thin skin of your eyelids before giving into his silent request and tipped your head back for a proper kiss, his mouth lingering over yours.

"No one to catch us here." You pressed the words against his lower lip, referring to the time his brothers had caught the pair of you kissing in the kitchen.

"No one would have caught us then," Donnie whispered back, a smirk threatening the curl of his mouth. One hand slid up under the covers, framed your jaw so he could tip your head to the side in a better angle. "If someone hadn't loudly said 'just let me sneak one more, Dee, no one has-" his words cut off with a hmmpf when your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips, knowing he was about to go off course and not in the mood to remember who exactly said what when he was warm and solid against you, thigh curling up to nudge you higher to lessen the reach.

The tip of his tongue painted over your upper lip, slipped inside your mouth and barely touched the edge of your teeth before pulling back to repeat the motion. He only stopped when you were shivering once more, satisfaction in the crinkle of his eyes as he squinted down at you in the low light.

"I'll never get tired of this." He whispered, threading the hand pinned to the bed in between the strands of your hair. "I'll always love you, you know that, right?"

You smiled, pressed a kiss against his beak, hands petting over the ridge of his carapace at the feeling of his thumb rubbing against your scalp. "I know, Dee. I'll always love you, too."

He dipped to kiss you again, and neither of you heard Mikey's calls for dinner until Leo sent a text to both your phones.

#blurb day #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #bayverse donatello #bayverse donatello x reader #fluff

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6. 佐藤 (sato)

★ pairings: rindou haitani x f!reader

★ synopsis: rindou haitani is drawn to your purity, and he's determined to be the one who takes it from you.

★ c.w.: smut, slow burn, corruption kink, obsession, slightly toxic relationship, princess complex, rindou is a huge simp for reader lmao, but he would never admit it, reader is an innocent lil virgin child, ran is the supportive older brother we all need. tw: use of the name y/n (im sorry I had no other choice).

★ a/n: good afternoon people of whoville. I may or may not have downed a Buzzball my roommate got me as a gift on an empty stomach at 10 AM today because I thought my mom would be coming. Idk why I keep underestimating white girl liquor, that shit has me fucked up every time. ANYWAY!! that being said, this chap is obv beta, unedited, virgin. I hope u all enjoy!

★ w.c.; 4k-ish

chapter index

THE GIRL HAD SOMETHING CLUTCHED tightly in her small hand. It was a crinkled brown baggie. Rindou eyed it up rather dubiously.

“Good morning,” he said, though it sounded rather uncertain.

The two of you were standing beneath the tree where he had met you the last time, the one in front of your apartment. Rindou was wearing a baggy sweater and jeans. You were wearing a similar sweater over your uniform, oddly enough, but it looked a lot cuter on you.

She dropped the little baggie into the palm of his hand. 

“I made it for you,” She said.

He tilted his head. A quick scan down the side of the bag revealed that her statement was true. His name was written in girly lettering on the bottom of it.

The corner of his lip twitched. “What’s this?” He asked.

“Lunch for you!” She answered rather cutely, putting her hand over his and closing his fingers around the bag. 

Rindou paused, glancing down at the bag and then back up at her. Back down at the bag, and back up at her. He felt himself begin to smile.

I want her to fall in love with me .

“I got your text,” she fiddled with the strings of her bag. “Figured I’d make you one more sandwich to eat. It’s not the best, but–”

“Thanks, angel,” He grinned. “Wanna eat together today?”

It became something of a ritual. Every morning, Rindou would wake up an hour and a half earlier than one normally would for school. He would make the trek to her apartment – yes, trek, he had a bike but he didn’t want to use it. Not because he wanted to save gas or anything, he just wanted to stall. He would wait for her beneath the tree outside of her place – usually only for about a few minutes. You were very punctual.

And every morning while you walked down the sidewalk to him, he would make note of the accessories you wore with your uniform. Yesterday, a headband. Today, who knows. It seemed incredibly mundane, but he enjoyed doing it. 

She would hand him his lunch – usually a grilled cheese sandwich, sometimes something else, but always some sort of sandwich – and he would walk her to school. The little baggie almost always had a note of some sort inside of it. 

She didn’t know he had been collecting them at home, of course, but that wasn’t the point.

He liked to think he did a good job of making you feel safe. The people at school parted like the red sea when you strode through the halls. That was because he usually wasn’t too far behind you, but still.

Eventually, word of mouth spread. She began to be known as “Rindou’s Girl”.

Rindou, shockingly enough, did nothing to stop these rumors. He didn’t care if it made people steer clear of her. No, in fact, much of what he did spurred the rumors onward. It was almost too perfect.

He would meet up with her between classes, walking her here and there whenever it aligned with his own schedule. Even if he had gang duties to attend to, he would make sure to be back in time to see his ‘girl’. 

Rindou would have his arm thrown over her shoulder while the two of them bickered down the hall. Nine out of ten times, she would punch him in the side. He didn’t care. It was well worth the (nearly nonexistent) pain.

Again, it was almost too perfect.

Almost.

“I think you like her,” Ran noted. He stabbed the straw a little deeper into his milkshake, breaking up a few chunks somewhere near the bottom of it. He sucked harshly on the other end of the straw, and when nothing came up, he furrowed his brows.

“I think you might be fuckin’ stupid,” Rindou offered back. He hadn’t bothered to order a milkshake of his own, sticking to a plate of steamed veggies and beef. He had broken his diet for her, and now his stomach pudge was paying the price. “I told you what my intentions were with her.”

“Mmh,” Ran popped one of Rindou’s beef chunks into his mouth. “Your intentions can mean one thing. Don’t matter if what happens is unintentional.”

Rindou took a brief moment to ponder his older brother’s wise words, and very quickly came to the realization that they didn’t make a lick of sense. “Ran, what the fuck does that mean?”

“Means… you can say whatever you want, in theory. Don’t mean that’s what’s actually goin’ on,” Ran picked up his chopsticks and tapped them gently against the side of his ceramic plate. “I could believe I’m, fuckin’... Queen Elizabeth. Don’t mean I actually am. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Rindou leaned back against the leather covering on his booth seat, crossing his arms with a stubborn scowl. “I’m not lyin’ to no one, Ran, It really is not that deep.”

Ran quirked a brow at that, a mischievous glint flashing briefly through his eyes. “Really? So, you’re just casually leaving an hour early every day to walk her to school? Just Buddies? Just casually obsessing over her personal life? Just casually–”

“We are buddies,” Rindou cut his brother short. Technically, that wasn’t a lie. No label, no problem. 

Ran took another sip from his stubborn milkshake and actually succeeded this time. “Sure, yeah,” he teased. “Buddies that just casually make out from time to time, right?”

“Exactly,” Rindou accepted it. At least it was something. “Kinda like the 13 girls you keep on rotation in your phone. Just buddies.”

“Those are fuckbuddies,” Ran rolled his eyes. “Not the same. Unless you’re pipin’ her, in which case–”

Rindou’s frustration seemed to be growing by the second, as seemed to be the trend with Ran. “I’m surprised you’re so invested in my love life – or lack thereof.”

“Woah,” Ran whistled. “ Thereof . That’s a big word for you.”

“You should invest the energy you put towards that into getting a fuckin’ degree,” Rindou snapped back.  

“I’m just saying, for someone who claims to have no emotions attached to this chick, it seems uncharacteristically emotional to go threaten her bullies after school,” The older of the two noted with a pleased hum. “Or how you claim to only wanna use ‘er, but judgin’ by the way you described your little…” Here he paused to wave his hands around, like he was trying to find the words to express his thoughts. “Session… yesterday, I think you’re totally into her.”

The booth the two brothers sat in was small, crammed into a corner in the back of the restaurant. It seemed even smaller now that Rindou was being faced with the daunting possibility of catching feelings for his prey.

“That’s literally not even true,” Rindou tried to defend himself.

Ran raised a brow. “You went through her diary.”

“I was curious,” Rindou replied.

“Why the hell would you be curious if you didn’t give a shit about her?” Ran offered in response, and Rindou hated that he was actually right about something for once. “I think it’s a little more than just a game.”

Rindou knitted his brows together, “I’m just ‘tryna get inside her head.”

“You can barely even get in ‘ya own head half the time, dumbass,” Ran leaned in conspiratorially, his tone dropping to a mock whisper. “You should ask her to the festival if you’re just buddies. I hear the whole town’s goin’.”

Rindou groaned, though his cheeks turned slightly pink. “I’m not goin’ to no fuckin’ fair, bro.”

“Girls love that shit,” Ran pulled his straw out of the shake to point it towards his brother – who tried in vain to ignore the droplet of shake that was flung into his face. “Wanna win her over? Make her feel special.”

Rindou’s chin jutted out defiantly. “I’m gonna win her over. ‘Jus… trying to figure it all out.”

Ran set his milkshake to the side. “Right,” He hummed, sucking the leftover shake off the straw and popping it into the glass. “Well, when you figure things out, extend your girl an invite. Give her a night to remember.”

Rindou sighed, feeling the resistance melt away from his shoulders. “How about I extend my foot up that ass?”

Ran grinned, ruffling his brother’s hair in what would have regularly been considered an affectionate gesture if Rindou weren’t already at his wit’s end with him. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” he remarked. “Careful playin’ with fire like that. Too close and you can get burnt.”

“Look out for AIDs,” Rindou huffed. “I hear that’s an epidemic these days. You might be in danger.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” Ran’s grin didn’t even falter. “You should go to that fair anyway. ‘M havin’ my girl over that night.”

“Which one?” The blond rolled his eyes.

Ran sat back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest and releasing a content sigh. “Dunno,” he answered. “I’ll find out when she shows up.”

.

Rindou had decided that he was going to do it today. He was going to walk up to her and ask if she would attend the festival with him tonight. Inevitably, of course, she would say yes. She would say yes, and she would thank Rindou for offering to go with her in the first place.

“I can’t,” The girl lowered her eyes with a frown. “I’m sorry, Rindou.”

His smile dropped. He shook his head. “What?” He asked.

He didn’t think he heard that correctly.

“I already have a date to the festival,” She added, like he was supposed to know that.

He raised a brow at her as she shut her locker behind her. “Who?”

She looked him up and down, gaze climbing over his shirt that most definitely violated the dress code. “Um, a kid who sits behind me in history class… why?”

“You never told me about that,” Rindou pursed his lips, suddenly very angry at this faceless man. 

She shrugged. You know, like it was casual. “Never came up in conversation. I felt bad saying no… so I told him okay.”

On the outside, he was the image of composure. On the inside, he was clawing at the fucking floor. He looked down the now empty hallway, and then back at her. 

“Cancel on him,” He said.

“What?” Her eyes widened at the proposition. “No, why would I do that?”

“What’s his name?” Rindou asked her, leaning down to get a better look at her face. 

Rather than answering his question directly, the girl looked away, tugging on the sleeves of her sweater. “He wants to walk me home today… if that’s okay.”

His eyes shot wide open. In his gut, a deep, rancid feeling began to bubble. It felt as if a hole had opened up somewhere deep within, boiling his blood and making him squirm. 

Is this jealousy?

He thought about the kid walking her home instead of him. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. That was his thing. 

Still, attempting to keep his cool because that’s what Rindou Haitani did in the face of uncertainty, he licked his lips and nodded, “That’s fine, ‘jus figured I’d ask you. My date bailed.”

That was a lie, of course. There was never a date. He was only trying to soften the blow.

Her words were like a knife into his ego. He thought about her showing up with this… this kid, holding his hand. Would he try any funny business with her? Not like he cared, of course, he just didn’t like someone toying around with something he had very clearly called dibs on.

His comment must have missed its mark on her, as she looked at him with all the sorrow of a child that had just been caught stealing a cookie from the jar. 

“I’m really sorry, Rindou. I can’t just flake on him, that’s not right,” She sighed. “But the ladies love you. I’m sure you’ll figure something out!”

I don’t want them, briefly flashed through his mind. I want you.

“Yeah,” He replied, sucking his teeth. His eyes had already wandered down the hallway. “I’ll figure it out.”

.

The rush in the hallway had died down a bit after the dismissal bell had rung. There were faint echos of chatter and laughter somewhere down the hall, maybe even in a different wing. Rindou leaned casually against the wall, attempting to blend in with the flow. 

The wounds on his ego were still fresh, the sting of jealousy gnawing at him on the inside. So, when the coast was mostly clear, he seized his chance. He slipped through the classroom door that had been left slightly ajar, steps silent as he made his way to the teacher’s desk.

She was an older woman with grey hair and a colorful sweater on. He recognized her as his brother’s old history teacher… and also from the picture he had snapped of the girl from apartment 12A’s schedule.

That’s all she was. Just some chick from apartment 12A. It hurt a little less when he thought about it that way, though it made it a little difficult to justify his actions.

Her back was turned, but she spun around when Rindou knocked twice on the cool surface of her desk. Her eyes went wide as they locked onto his figure. 

“Boo,” Rindou grinned.

“Haitani, what are you doing here?” The woman’s hand fluttered to her chest. Her breath had already gone ragged. “I already told your brother that there was nothing I could have done about him failing– It was administrative, I swea–”

“I’m not here for him,” Rindou sighed, folding his arms and stepping forward. His eyes scanned the room. “You got a ‘[Y/N] [L/N]’ in here during final period, yeah?”

The teacher’s expression shifted from panic to confusion. Slowly, she nodded, still looking at him like a deer in headlights. 

He tried to play it cool. Like he didn’t already know that after practically memorizing her schedule.

“Where does she sit?” Rindou asked, tone hardly veiling his true intentions.

With a trembling hand, she pointed towards a seat by the window. It was empty, of course, but Rindou still nodded, making a mental location of the seat. He could almost picture her there, the sunlight playing in her hair while she absentmindedly twirled a strand around her finger.

His interest shifted, and he inquired further, “Who’s the kid who sits behind ‘er?”

The teacher seemed a little more at ease with this question, but she was still nervous. Poor thing.

“Behind her?” She trailed off. “That would be that quiet kid… what’s his name… Sato, I think. Black hair, big glasses.”

Her vague description painted a vivid image of Sato in Rindou’s mind, glasses perched on his nose, absorbed in his own little world behind her. He probably fantasized about her, little pervert…

He was the only one who was allowed to do that.

“Thanks,” Rindou nodded his gratitude to her. Before he turned to leave, he hesitated. Slowly, he pivoted back towards the teacher, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Oh, by the by,” He hummed. “I start this class soon. Figured I should stop by and get to know my teacher-to-be.”

The old woman’s brows shot up in surprise. “Tomorrow?” She thought aloud. “But… you’re not on the roster.”

Rindou’s lips curled up at that. “You should have that fixed,” he replied.

Then he was out the door like nothing had happened.

.

Rindou’s patience had reached a breaking point. Standing behind the tree he knew far too well – the one he stood before every morning at the same time, his heart pounded. He gazed dutifully at the apartment complex where he knew his target would be around this time.

The school was a 20-30 minute walk. He had left the school around 15 minutes later than the other two had so that he might get there in time to catch the kid coming back.

And there he was, standing no higher than 5’3, exchanging goodbyes with the girl from 12A. His girl from 12A. 

Wait. No, that’s not what he meant.

The door closed. Sato smoothed his hands over the front of his uniform, then stepped away. As the boy returned from her doorstep, an unsuspecting prey. He treaded down the concrete path, turned onto the sidewalk where Rindou was hidden, and approached the tree unknowingly.

Rindou stuck his foot out.

Sato tripped over it, falling to the ground rather unceremoniously, undoubtedly scraping the pale, unblemished skin on his arms and palms. Kid probably never had to defend himself a day in his life.

Today would be a great day for him to start.

Sato’s head jerked to the side, visibly disoriented. Before he could comprehend what had happened to him, Rindou landed his second blow, a kick to his gut that left him gasping for air. 

He was glad he had decided to wear his Doc Martens today.

“The hell are you ‘doin with her, huh?” Rindou’s voice was a low growl, edged with danger. His eyes bored into Sato, aflame with an emotion that bordered on madness.

Once Sato recognized his attacker – and, really, Rindou could see the gears turning in his pretty little head – his eyes went wide. 

“Hait… Haitani?” Sato’s voice was shaky, breathless, words barely forming while he tried to catch his breath. Rindou’s boot struck again, silencing any further attempts at speech.

“How do you know her?” He demanded.

Sato’s glasses now lay a short distance away from him, and he fumbled blindly to retrieve them. Rindou sidestepped, placing his heel on Sato’s wrist and pinning it to the pavement below with a brutality that elicited a yelp from the boy.

“You gone deaf or somethin’?” Rindou tilted his head down at him. “How do you know her?”

He knew exactly how Sato knew her. He would never admit that aloud, though.

“Who?” Sato’s voice quivered with confusion, pain etched over his face.

“The girl whose door you just came from, dumbass,” Rindou’s impatience began to seep through his facade, punctuated by another kick to Sato’s side after he took it off of his wrist. “ How do you know her?”

Sato hurled, arm pressed protectively against the area Rindou had struck. 

“She’s… She’s in my class,” He finally admitted, trembling beneath Rindou in a way that made him feel a lot better about chasing him down. This was always his favorite part. “I thought she was cute, so I…”

Rindou stepped on his back, knocking him back down to earth after he had just gotten onto his hands and knees. “So you asked her out?”

Sato nodded hurriedly.

Rindou’s lips curled up in disbelief. “That was my date, asshole,” He seethed, putting a bit of pressure on his back to keep him down.

He was a squirmy one.

“I’m sorryyyy ,” The kid whined, voice cracking with desperation. “I had no idea, I swear! If I knew I never would have–”

Rindou rolled his eyes at Sato’s excuses. He hated whiners. So much, in fact, that he decided to kick him again. Reaching down, he tugged the boy’s arm up harshly, pressing it against the back of his leg.

One wrong move, and his arm would be broken.

“ Ah –” The nerd grunted, teeth gritted. 

“You’re not going to that festival with her,” Rindou warned him. “You know that, right?”

Sato nodded, peering back at Rindou through pained, teary eyes. “I was stupid, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. “I didn’t know she was your girl– girlfriend.”

Rindou pulled on his arm like a warning. “It’s complicated,” he bit out, control slipping a bit while he gave way to the emotions he felt at the prospect of being claimed as someone’s… boyfriend.

Sato’s breath came in ragged bursts. “I’ll never talk to her again, I swear,” He said.

Rindou’s grip on his arm relented, but only slightly. “You’re gonna stay away from her too. Let me hear you got even three feet close to her–”

“We’re in the same… history class,” Sato noted with a grunt.

Rindou stepped harder on his back in response. 

“Switch classes,” he hissed.

“Okay, Okay!” He cried. “I will! I’ll switch, I swear, please don’t hurt me.”

Finally he dropped Sato’s  shaking arm. “Not a word about this to anyone, got it?” he warned him. “I’ll put you on the side of a milk carton.”

Sato’s head bobbed in frantic compliance. 

The younger Haitani stepped back, and the Sato boy immediately scrambled to his feet. Then, without another word, he fled the scene. Ran as fast as his short legs would take him.

In his absence, Rindou sighed, dusting imaginary residue off of his hands and onto his black zip-up hoodie before going the other way.

.

Rindou watched the water turn pink as it ran over his battered knuckles. They were a little sore, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to.

Must have hit his glasses, he thought.

He rubbed some soap into the reddened skin and over his palms, rinsing the grime of his sins away beneath the faucet. He turned the current off, shaking his hands dry. Then, after a brief struggle, reached blindly for his glasses and cologne – popping the cap off and spraying a bit on each of his pulse points.

And on his navel. You know, just for good luck.

The sound of Beyonce’s ‘Naughty Girl’ got louder as he walked towards Ran’s bedroom, carelessly leaving the bathroom door open behind him.

He smoothed his hands over his traditional garb – which he had a particular distaste for, although he knew a traditional festival would require traditional attire. It clashed with his usual style, but he was willing to endure it for the sake of his commitment to a cause. 

It flattered the waist he had been working so hard to thin out, though, so that was nice. 

Flexing his arms downward, Rindou hit a pose in the mirror-desk-thing. 

Ran was sprawled out on his stomach behind Rindou, flipping through a glossy magazine from the comfort of his bed. His hair was done up into a messy bun, a few stragglers cascading down the back of his neck and over his plush Walmart robe. He glanced up at the sight of his younger brother’s choice in attire for the evening.

“Is that my Yukata?” He inquired, sucking his teeth and then turning another page.

“Yeah,” Rindou answered. “You said you weren’t going to the festival. Figured you wouldn’t need it.”

Rindou saw his brother’s brow quirk, though he made no effort to tear his eyes away from the page. “You said you weren’t going either,” Ran remarked.

Rather than glorifying him with a response, Rindou pulled out the chair beneath Ran’s… beauty desk? He didn’t really know what those things were called. Anyway, he made himself comfortable on the seat.

“You’re goin’ all out tonight, huh?” Ran teased, rolling onto his back.

Rindou shook his head. Reaching for Ran’s signature eyeshadow pan – the one that he would never, ever admit to using, but for the sake of this story it should be known that he uses a Covergirl single in the shade Onyx  – he popped the case open. He dabbed the little sponge-brush thing into the pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of his eyes. He shaped it into a subtle, smokey point, one that added depth to his gaze.

“Don’t get used to it,” he offered, clicking the single shut and setting it off to the side. 

His attention then turned to his damp hair. He reached for a hair tie he had found on the desk and carefully gathered his blond locks into a fistful. With practiced ease, he tied it up and away from the back of his neck. With the side of his pinky finger, he pulled a few strands out to frame his face. 

The Haitani Slut-Strands were making a comeback.

“She say yes to you when you asked ‘er?” Ran asked somewhere behind him.

Rindou smoothed his hands over the semi-slickback ponytail he’d done. “Nah. Some kid beat me to it.”

He could hear Ran turning the page slowly. “You beat his ass?”

“Maybe,” Rindou grinned.

“I feel, like… so proud,” Ran continued anyway. “Like, this is a proud big brother moment for me. ‘Lil bro, going on his first date with his crush… at 17 years old.”

“Not my first date,” Rindou said, even if it technically was. He wasn’t so sure that the random hookups he’d taken on walks to the park counted. 

“Let me have this,” Ran sighed. “What are you waiting on?”

“Her text,” He answered. He knew it was coming. The festival had started an hour and a half ago. It was only a matter of time before she came crying to him about how this kid she had given a chance decided to stand her up and embarrass her in front of the whole town. Only a matter of time before Rindou would swoop in like Superman and save her night.

On cue, his phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket, turning it on to read the message he had received.

Just now

Pretty Thing: he stood me up :( can u come get me pls

He glanced at it a second time, his smirk deepening. “Looks like I’m needed,” he said, lifting his phone to show his brother the message.

Ran whistled. “This plan seems awfully well-thought for someone who don’t care about this girl.”

Rindou couldn’t help but reply with a hint of amusement, thumbs already working up a text back, “Worry about the girls in your phone first.”

ME: b there in 15 angel

a/n: Trying not to think about the fact that bc Rindou wants to be a dj he probably listens to like, dubstep or some shit....... also I used the word Yukata here which is Japanese traditional attire to wear to festivals, I looked into it, but like I said im off a Buzzball so if I misused it or was culturally insensitive in any way shape or form it is purely accidental, please let me know and I'll correct! AS always, comment, inbox, let me know how yall feel! I love u bunches <3

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[scholastic-dragon]

Kiss on the corner of the mouth with the Purple menace? (Whichever movie/cartoon iteration you prefer)

But could I suggest framing it like a reaction thing?

And the girlfriend is generally shy most of the time. Except she was the one to make the first move asking him out. The one to initiate hand-holding and now the first one to give a light kiss. So she's sorta ballsy to an extent.

Maybe it gets steamy when Don realises he's been holding back for nothing.

yes I love this

I'm doing Rise Donnie cause I feel like that works the best!

Rise!Donnie x Fem!reader

Holding Back

Warnings: both Donnie and Reader are over 18, don't throw a fit there are no minors here, spelling mistakes, smootches, first time making out, up against a wall kiss, almost feral donnie,

Being bold wasn't exactly something you were used to.

As Mikey put it, you liked to hide in your shell. You got nervous and overstimulated quite fast, so you preferred to let others take the lead.

But with Donnie, you almost had to take the lead. You were the one to confess your feelings while eating pizza on some roof somewhere after midnight.

The one to plan dates and snuggle up into his side during movie nights. You reached for his hand when he was walking you home after movie nights and gave him extra long hugs goodbye.

And while Donnie never stopped your advances, he didn't actively make any.

You knew he struggled with affection, but sometimes it felt like he just didn't care.

Thankfully, his brothers and April constantly reminded you and showed you the little things he did that proved he liked you.

Your name in his contacts had a little heart, his lock screen was a selfie you both had taken, you were his emergency contact and your hand print had been added to the lair's security system in case of emergencies.

For Donnie those things were huge acts of trusts and it gave you comfort knowing those things.

Now you were walking hand in hand after movie night, he had just helped you up the fire escape and opened your living room window. You both stepped inside, and you couldn't help but stare at him. He, of course, was oblivious.

"....anyway, Raph and Leo wanted to go to another wrestling match this weekend, so I should be able to clear my schedule enough to make time for another date."

Oh shoot, had he been talking this whole time?

It was easy to get distracted looking at him, he had a strong jaw, handsome cheekbones and broad shoulders and arms.

"Y/n?" He waved a three fingered hand in front of your face.

Shoot! He was still talking!

"Uh...what?"

He shook his head. "Are you feeling alright? You've been zoning in and out all night," He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.

You laughed, feeling yourself blush. "Yeah, just thinking,"

"Yeah, aren't we all," Donnie smiled, looking down at his watch. "Well, it's getting a bit late,"

"Right, goodnight, honey, I'll text you in the morning on my way to work," You weren't sure what came over you, but you leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He froze, eyes squinted, standing still as stone: it didn't even look like he was breathing. You almost thought you broke him.

"What...?" He choked out, thankful his blushing wasn't as obvious as yours.

"It was a kiss goodnight," You chuckled, silently hoping you didn't make him uncomfortable.

"Are we at the kissing stage?" He asked with full seriousness, still not moving.

"Um...yeah, I guess we can be," You laughed softly, shrugging your shoulders.

Donnie inhaled sharply, coming out of his trance and stepping toward you. Lifting his hands, he cupped the sides of your face, tipped your head back and started to lean in.

Oh, geez, was he really about to do this now?

As gently and softly as he could, Donnie pressed a kiss to your lips. You sighed, relaxing into his embrace, your arms travelling up his wrists and squeezing his biceps.

As you kissed him back, you felt something switch in him. his arms went rigid and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Donnie?" You asked breathlessly, and that only sent him over the edge more. Pulling you in a circle, Donnie pressed you against your living room wall, right next to your still open window.

Using his plastron he kept you pinned against the wall, his arms gripping your hips and roughly squeezing your sides as they traveled up.

He kissed you again, this time much harder, teeth and tongue and groans getting lost between your bodies. One hand slipped behind you, curling around your lower back and reaching across to grab you hip, making you hook your leg around his waist.

At your gasp, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and learning every part of you.

Your hands massaged up his arms, then his shoulders before twirling his bandanna tails around your fingers.

Feeling a burning in his chest, Donnie pulled away, a thick strong of saliva connecting you both. Panting and chest heaving as you stared at one another.

Through his heavy breathing you heard the faintest chirps and purrs coming from him.

You giggled softly, pressing your forehead to his.

"That was...." Breathlessly chuckling, you gave him a quick peck.

"Yeah, I...um, I didn't know if you were comfortable or okay with us kissing, so I just refrained from trying,"

"Why on earth would I be uncomfortable kissing you?"

"I'm a turtle," You both chuckled softly. "By all accounts it seemed like a simple no,"

"Does this seem like a 'no' to you?" Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck you pulled his chest flush to yours, your lips ghosting his. Your leg pulling on his hip to keep him close, he widened his stance to hold part of your weight.

"It most certainly does not,"

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Best friend's little sister Pt. 2

Here comes part 2 for y'all..thank you so much for all the likes and shares!! You guys are awesome! Hope you enjoy this mini series and comment what you think will happen next, thanks! <3

Here is Pt. 1

Your POV

I was avoiding Gavi..on purpose..because I couldn't stop myself from wanting to kiss those plum lips whenever I saw them. Why the hell did that cabrón have to kiss me and make me hooked like that!?

"Earth to Y/n! We going out tonight??" my best friend Rebecca whispered making sure professor doesn't catch it while reading his paperwork and I nodded promising to find a way to sneak out when everyone goes to bed.

"We'll make you forget about that chico amiga!" she said and you rolled your eyes saying that you already did which was the biggest lie that could come out of your mouth but whatever.

You had to carry your heels in your hand as to not wake anybody while walking down the stairs like you were an intruded trying not to get detected. Suddenly someone coughed and you jumped almost yelling on top of your lungs but you slapped a hand onto your hand.

"Joder Pedri! I almost died cabrón!" you curse him walking all the way down suddenly realizing that your brother just caught you sneaking out pass midnight.

"And where are you going??" he said and you had to think quick on your toes saying the first thing that came to your mind.

"Date! Um..please don't blow my cover Pepi??" you used his nickname and he rolled his eyes sighing and promising not to tell your parents as long as you don't come back too late and you promised.

"Let's go!" you jumped into your friend's jeep and she pulled the rood down speeding down the road while wind blew though your hair while you vibe to the loud music.

Pablo's POV

She was avoiding me! Whenever I would come over, Pedri would say she just had to leave to study or meet friends. I knew she left the moment he said I was coming over!

I was laying in bed opening her private story which I was apart of somehow shocked to see her filming while dancing in the club with some cabrón behind her and my jaw started clenching.

It was three in the morning and she was out there all alone! I couldn't handle the thought of this so I texted her immediately. No response. Damn it bombon!

pablo: you're sister home hermano??

pedri: nahh went on a date or something why?

pablo: nothing.

I knew exactly which bar she was at and I got dressed driving there quickly before entering being asked if I would like our usual VIP area but I said that I was fine.

I came to the bar ordering a drink but before I could have a sip, I scanned the room for her finally seeing her trying to pull away from an older guy who wasn't letting her go that easily. I felt my fists tight as I walked towards them angrily.

"Vamos bailar chiquita.." he was drunk off his ass trying to grab her hips but she pulled back shaking her head looking around for anybody to help her..my poor bomboncita.

"No..gracias." she said but he kept trying to touch her as I finally pushed past the crowd grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind me. She was shocked about to pull away but when she saw it was me ,she calmed down doing as I asked.

Your POV

He was here..Pablo was really here now. I felt so uncomfortable since this older guy kept asking to dance and all my friends were suddenly nowhere to be seen. I was so glad he was here..to keep me safe.

"Que pasa!? Who are you!?" guy said to Pablo angrily and I got worried that his short fuse will result in a fight he certainly doesn't need on his record right now.

"She's with me.." was all Pablo said and I was glad he was trying to keep calm and avoid conflict.

"Nahh she was grinding on my carajo all night..so back off and let me show her a good time" he was trying to reach for me but I shook my head snaking my arms around Pablo's waist hiding my face into his back.

"The only one showing her a good time is me cabrón so back off before I make you do it!" Pablo growled shielding me and placing his large hand over my small ones in reassurance. Then it hit me..what did he just say?? My thighs closed in sudden anticipation.

"Whatever, take your puta!" guy said and that was the last straw as Pablo tried to rush towards him but my arms wouldn't let him go as I begged him to take me home.

"Por favor Pablito..for me" I said and he calmed down nodding his hand taking my hand and walking out of the club quickly. He was angry..I could tell so you stayed quiet following him towards his car. He opened a door for me buckling me up before coming to the front seat. I was way too drunk for this...

Pablo's POV

I was freaking pissed off! How could she be so fucking reckless!?

What if I wasn't there to protect her tonight!? What if that filthy hijo de puta did something to her!? I suddenly felt her hand on top mine rested on the steering wheel while I drove home.

"I'm sorry Pablito.." she said pouting knowing that always gives her an advantage but tonight I wasn't going to let this go easily. Was she really fucking grinding on some guys dick!?

"No bombon. You made me worried about you tonight!" I said without thinking and she smiled moving closer being pulled back by the buckle until she undid it so she can rest her head on my shoulder.

"Mmm you were worried about me??" she asked playfully but I was not in the mood to joke around. This was serious and I needed to finally have a real talk with her.

"You should buckle up bombon.." I said stealing a glance being in love with the way she looked precious while laying her head on my shoulder like this...why the hell was she so precious!?

"But I wanna be close to you.." she pouted not moving an inch and I just stayed quiet for the rest of the ride until we arrived to my apartment building.

"Alright, let's go.." I said getting out and opening her door but she just gave me grabby hands saying she was too drunk and dizzy to walk. I sighed grabbing her body like she weighted nothing (which she did) and tossing her over my shoulder before closing and locking the car.

"You're way too possessive.." she giggled drunkly and I was done with her brattiness spanking her ass while walking and that took her by surprise for sure.

"Did you just..um spank me?" she said and I chuckled at her sudden shyness all the confidence vanishing suddenly..I really liked that ;)

"I already told you that you are running your mouth too much bombon!" I said sternly waiting for her response which came fairly quickly.

"Um..I'm..s..sorry..papi" and with that my bulge was poking through my shorts as I took a couple of deep breath while walking into my apartment and setting her down onto the bed. Fuck bombon!

Your POV

The way he spanked me when I misbehaved..and handled me was such a massive turn on..not to mention being drunk off my ass right now. I was so fucking horny!

"Arms up!" he ordered and I wouldn't dare misbehave again doing as he asked as he took off my dress leaving me in my matching red set that he certainly checked out but quickly took his old Barça shirt and put it over my body. The shirt smelled so strongly of him..that it made me even more drunk.

"Drink some water" he brought the cut of cold water to my lips and I opened my mouth obediently drinking some which sobered me up quite a lot.

"Bueno, now let's go to bed.." he opened the covers before taking off his own pants and shirt joining you. You quickly found your way close to him as he held you.

"Are you still mad at me??" I said looking up at him while he nodded making me pout and start kissing his neck in order to soften him up a little bit.

"Please don't be mad at me..papi.." I praised continuing to kiss up to his jaw and he relaxed under the touch his ego stroked that no matter what happened, I was only in his bed tonight...I was only his.

"Joder bombon! That's my..weak spot" he groaned and I continued to suck on it leaving a prominent mark while his strong arms wrapped around my body pulling me close.

"Why did you leave me alone for so long ..?" you spoke softly and sadly and he kissed your forehead pulling you on top of him so you can lay against his body as close as possible.

"You avoided me bombon.." he answered and I felt sad looking into his eyes and finally catching a glimpse of those plum lips I dreamed about for days..they looked so perfect and kissable.

"Because I wanted to kiss you again..so badly" I admit meeting his eyes as a smirk appears on his handsome face. Those words were music to his ears.

"So do it bomboncita.."he said cockily and my cheeks blushed as I didn't know weather I heard him correctly..since last time I thought he would never want to do it again.

"What?" you said and he chuckles at you innocence pulling you even closer so that your lips were only inches away from each other.

"Let me taste those lips again princesa.." his voice was stern but yarning and you could no longer hold back deciding to give into you desire.

"Mm yes papi.." you answered making him smirk before your lips were finally on his as they mended together so perfectly like they were meant for each other.

Pablo's POV

We've been making out for the next fifteen minutes, hungrily, like we couldn't stay away from each other..it was true, I couldn't stay away from her anymore.

When she got on top of clumsily giggling, it hit me that I needed to have a talk with Pedri..one thing I dreaded the most.

"Nena..wait..you're drunk and should get some sleep" I said also thinking that it was better if we wait a little longer at least until I talk to Pedri..I needed to be the one to tell him.

"Do you want me Pablito?" she asked now sitting on top of me and the moment her ass got in contact with my still hard bulge I couldn't stop my hands from gripping her hips while nodding my head.

She smiled leaning in and starting to kiss my neck..fuck! If she doesn't stop this, I won't be able to control myself.

"Don' be bad bomboncita.." I groaned and she giggled nuzzling her head into my neck while laying on top of me slightly rubbing herself on my bulge.

"What if I want to be bad??" she said a yawn following shortly after which made me chuckle at how adorable she was right now.

"Then I'm going to tame you bombon.." I said and she smiled nodding her head adorably while slowly dozing off to sleep placing her hand onto my heart like she wanted to feel it beat.

"I'm yours Pablito.." those words made my heart stop being for a moment and I found myself smiling wide like an idiot..that's all I wanted. 0

When I woke up, she was already up texting someone and I asked who she was talking to sighting when I heard it was Pedri.

"He's going to hate me.." I said out loud and she put her phone away getting on top of me again and leaning down to kiss my lips..damn, those lips were my kryptonite!

"We'll find the right moment to tell him, Pablito..I promise" she said reassuringly laying her head down and my chest and I held her close feeling afraid of losing her.

What if he forbids me form ever seeing her again? I wouldn't be able to do it..in such a short time my feelings fro her transformed form intense annoyance to unimaginable passion...I was so screwed!

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ahh your fics are so cute i'm melting i love them sm! could i maybe request a super fluffy jungkook x reader fic where the reader is super shy about their laugh and always tries to hide it from him, but one day he tickles them or something and goes all heart eyed and lovey because he thinks their laugh is adorable and he doesn't want them to hide it anymore. i'm sorry if that's too long kwjdjsfjjwjd feel free to ignore it if it doesn't spark your imagination! <3

My gosh! Hii!! 👋🏻

Thank you so much! I love that you guys are enjoying them so much, it means a lot to me that you are.

Thank you for sending this, and don't apologize! The more you guys tell me about what you want, the better I can write something for you 🙃 Anyway, I hope you like it!

Requests are open!

-Em

Shy :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Gn!Reader (It does read more as Fem!Reader, but there's no defining pronouns so I leave it up to you on how you want to read it.)

Word Count: 2523

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkling of suggestive 👀

Warnings: Cursing. Shouldn't be anything else, but as always, please tell me if you find something and I'll fix it.

I hope you enjoy it!! 💜

You’d been sitting on your couch, a drama that you’d seen probably a thousand times playing on your tv, while you were content to let the night just waste away, alone. You’d have a long week, and honestly, it had been pretty shitty- your boss had yelled at you a couple days in a row about something that wasn’t your fault, you spilled your coffee this morning on your way to work and ended up being late because you had to come back home to change- needless to say, you were happy to have the next few days off.

As you were debating ordering something to eat, you heard someone knocking on your door and immediately felt yourself frown. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to come over, and they would’ve texted or called you anyway.

Who just shows up, unannounced at someone’s place anymore? You thought as you crossed the floor to your front door.

You checked the display for your camera and saw Jungkook standing on the other side, a bag in one hand and something else in the other. You felt the butterflies begin in your stomach as you unlocked the door, pulling it open slowly.

Jungkook, who you only knew thanks to Jimin- your older brother, also happened to be your not-something-something, at the moment. You guys were floating between the lines of are they or aren’t they all the time, and frankly, the rest of the guys were sick of it at this point. It was obvious that you both really liked each other, and Jimin was doing everything in his power to just get you two together.

Mostly just so he would finally not have to listen to you or Jungkook complain to him about wanting to be with each other, but never doing anything about it because you both were worried Jimin wasn’t okay with it.

Jungkook’s face lit up the second you’d pulled the door open and you looked up at him with that shy smile he found so adorable. “Hi.”

“Hi, Kookie, what are you doing here?” You asked softly, as you noticed he was holding flowers in his other hand.

He smiled softly, “Oh, w-well, Jimin-Hyung told me you’d had a bad few days, so I thought maybe we could hang out for a bit and maybe watch a movie or two?” He held the flowers to you, “I thought you’d like these, and I figured you hadn’t eaten yet, so I brought food, too.”

You let out a small noise, taking the flowers from him, “They’re beautiful, thank you.” You stepped aside, letting him come in finally. “Let me put these in some water, you can go into the living room though, if you want.”

He nodded, watching you go into the kitchen as he took his shoes off, before he headed for the couch. “Sorry for not texting you or anything,” He called out, loud enough for you to hear him, “I thought a surprise would be nice though, especially after having such a bad week.”

You entered the living room, dropping onto the floor next to him as he kept pulling the food out of the bag, setting everything onto the table, and grinned, “It’s okay. You know I don’t mind you coming over.”

“Even unannounced?” He smirked knowingly down at you.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a second as you rolled your eyes, before shyly admitting, “Only if it’s you.”

Jungkook chuckled at the sight of your reddening cheeks as he slid some of the food towards you. He’d stopped at one of your favorite places just to pick up your favorite things because Jimin had told him about how your week had gone. He was a little upset that you hadn’t mentioned anything about it, any of the times you two had talked this week, but he also knew you probably only told Jimin because he’s your brother and he’d pushed about it.

“Thank you, for this. It was really sweet of you.” You said softly, a couple minutes later as you guys were eating.

He shrugged one shoulder and smiled down at you, “I think you’re really sweet.” He said back, watching you look away from him like you always did when he’d flirt with you like that.

You shook your head at him but didn’t say anything back, so you guys fell back into a comfortable silence as the rest of your drama episode played.

Once it was over, you both started cleaning up the mess from the food and were standing in your kitchen, a few minutes later, when you let out a big sigh, and Jungkook looked over at you.

“Heavy sigh, everything okay?”

You nodded, shooting him a shy smile, “Better now, yeah.”

“It wasn’t before?” He asked softly, matching the way you were standing, and leaned against the counter opposite you.

You shook your head a little bit, “This week kinda sucked, actually. Thank you for coming over with food and flowers. It’s exactly how I’d rather end a shitty week.” You smiled again, “And I meant it before, it was really sweet of you.”

He slowly pushing off the counter to stand directly in front of you, smiling as he caged you in, his hands on both side of you as he leaned on the counter behind you now. “And I meant what I said, I think you’re really sweet. And I’d do it again, in a heartbeat.”

You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned towards you just a little bit more, his eyes roaming your face for a moment before you swore, they landed on your lips.

The guys thought otherwise, but even with all the back and forth that you and Jungkook had been doing these last few months, you’ve never kissed. Hugged a bunch, sure- you guys cuddled a lot, held hands sometimes, too, but you still haven’t kissed each other, even though there have been plenty of times that you could’ve.

You both just stood there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes as the tension built, you could feel the heat rising on your chest as you resisted the urge to look away from his piercing brown eyes.

“Kookie?” You whispered, slowly reaching out and just barely taking hold of the hem of his shirt.

“Hmm?”

You could feel your heart racing as you gently rested one hand on his side, “Kiss me?”

He chuckled lowly, “Are you asking, or telling me, baby?”

Oh, that was new.

“What’s going to make you do it faster?” You challenged him softly, tilting your head to the side slightly as you grinned.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he pushed air out his nose, “Say it again and find out.”

“Kiss m- “

You didn’t even get the words out, before he was crashing his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head as the other landed on your side and pulled you towards him.

You gripped the sides of his shirt in your hands as you moved your lips in time with his, letting him lead the kiss, holding your head as he deepened it, and pulled you closer still.

You could feel his heart racing under your palm as you slid your hands up his chest, intent on wrapping your arms around his neck, until you felt his hand on your side, featherlight as he went to slide it around to your back.

You broke away from the kiss and couldn’t stop the giggle that tore out of you as you tried to jump away from him.

“That tickled.” You admitted, seeing the confused look in his eyes.

You learned pretty quickly, those were the wrong words to say, because you found yourself running away from him in the next moment.

“Come on! I have to know every spot you’re ticklish in, now!” He laughed, chasing you into the living room.

You screamed, trying to hold in the bubbling laugh as you moved to dodge him.

You had always been a little self-conscious about your laugh, so you tended to cover it up when you laughed at something around the boys. Jimin knew, but he didn’t know just how self-conscious you really were about it.

When you were in school, you’d been picked on a lot and it was just something else they used to make fun of you about, so you’d grown up, hiding it as much as you could. You’d giggle, and scoff in place of actually laughing, and if you couldn’t help but to really laugh at something- usually Hobi’s jokes- you would physically cover your whole mouth, to muffle your laugh.

You were always worried that if Jungkook heard it, he’d find it annoying or stupid or even ugly and wouldn’t like you anymore. You didn’t know, however, that Jungkook always hated watching you cover your laugh. He didn’t know why you did it, and he didn’t know how to get you to stop, because you’d avoid the conversation whenever it came up.

But you didn’t have much time to really think about it, because Jungkook’s tattooed arm was firmly around your waist as he pulled you down to the couch, caging you beneath him as his finger danced along your sides, and all you could do was laugh, yell and do your best to stop him.

“Kookie! K-Kookie, please!” You laughed, trying to pry his fingers from you, all the while, hearing him laugh with you. You struggled against him, laughing loudly as you desperately tried to plead with him to stop tickling you. “Jungkook, please! It hurts.”

He stopped, staring down at you as you panted, trying to catch your breath finally. You slowly peered up at him, your breath hitching in your throat once you caught his eyes on yours.

“What?” You whispered, your eyes darting between his.

“Your laugh.”

You stilled. Here it comes. “W-what about it?” You asked, already dreading hearing his answer. So much so, that you had to look away from him, hiding your face slightly behind your hands.

You heard him sigh softly, before his peeled your hands away from your face with one hand, and cupped your jaw in his other, turning your head so you were looking up at him again.

His eyes softened, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear it.” He whispered back, gently running his thumb along your jaw, “It’s beautiful.”

Your brow furrowed slightly as you stared up at him in disbelief, “You-you don’t hate it?” He quickly shook his head, “Even though it’s loud, and annoying?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head again, “It’s not loud enough because I never get to hear it, and it’s you- it could never be annoying.” He told you, his hand still on your cheek as he smiled. “You don’t have to hide it. In fact, I wish you wouldn’t because I want to hear it.”

Your cheeks slowly bloomed with color as you leaned into his touch, “You do?”

He nodded, leaning down towards you slightly. “Very much, yeah.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at your lips as you met him half-way, “You’re not lying to me?”

He pulled back a little bit and pouted at you, “You really think I’d do that to you?” He whined; a joking tone laced in his words that made you giggle as you shook your head.

“I was just making sure.” You argued, still grinning widely at him as you giggled softly.

He scoffed playfully, sliding his hand from your cheek down to your neck before he slid it to the back of your head. He gently tugged your face up towards his with a wicked grin, “You have so little faith in me. Because of that, you’re getting tickled again.” He said quickly, before he was attacking your sides again.

You had no time to brace yourself, and you couldn’t hope to hold back the laughter he was pulling from you as you struggled beneath him once again.

“Okay, okay! I get it! I’m sorry, I won’t doubt you!” You yelled in between the laughter.

He stopped sooner than you thought he would, only to quickly lean down and connect his lips to yours in a short, but sweet kiss, smiling as he pulled away and looked down at you. “I could get used to this.”

“What?”

He smirked, a glimmer in his eyes, “You like this, beneath me and out of breath.”

You glared up at him and shoved his shoulder, “Really?!”

His shoulders shook as he let out a loud laugh, and you watched his nose scrunch up cutely before he looked back down at you. “I meant from laughing, you perv.”

You gaped, laughing slightly, “Shut up, no you didn’t! You said it like that on purpose.”

He gave you a devilish smile, leaning towards you again, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. You’ll never know.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know you though.” You told him, pressing your lips to his for another chaste kiss before you relaxed into the couch below him, “I could get used to this, though.”

“And what would that be?”

“Kissing you.”

This time, you watched the color blooming on his cheeks as he chuckled nervously above you, looking away for a moment, “Me too. I’d been waiting a long time for that, too.”

 The rest of the night was spent, caged between Jungkook and the couch, while he tickled you to hear you laugh, and then letting him kiss you right after. And he loved every second of it, finally hearing you laugh- really laugh, every time his fingers made contact with your sides.

When he was getting ready to leave that night, both of you on opposite sides of your open door as you both dragged out the already long goodbye, he grinned softly down at you. “Promise me, that you’re not going to hide your laugh anymore.”

“Around you?”

He shook his head, “Around any of us. I’m serious, I want to hear it all the time.”

You sighed softly, and nodded slowly, “It’ll take a while, but I’ll try not to anymore.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close with a grin, “Good. Because if you hide it from me anymore, I will cry, knowing how beautiful it really is now.”

“You’ll cry?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

He nodded, bumping your nose with his softly, “Absolutely. And I’ll just tickle you to hear it, if I have to.”

You giggled, “What a threat, Kookie.”

He smirked and squeezed your sides, making you jump and shoot him a look, “Fuck around and find out, baby.”

Well, you fucked around, and you found out, the next time you guys were together- finally as a couple, too- and you were happy to know, that none of the guys found your laugh annoying, or loud, or ugly, and they were all happy to finally hear you actually laughing, almost as much as Jungkook was.

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Best Aid - Part Four

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, cardiac arrest

A/N: I got carried away with medical stuff... sorry. Hope you guys like it? I am not a doctor, but i am a vet, so... i sort of know a few things but i don't know how accurate they are when we take it to human medicine. Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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The next night you were ready to start your shift again. You spent your entire day on a call with your insurance, trying to get some support. After a few frustrating hours all they said was “we are working on it”. 

Working on it my ass. Theses people never want to be helpful.  

You threw your bag on your locker and sat down on the long bench in the locker room. 

“you ok?” Jeremy asked suspiciously

“yeah, just had a frustrating morning. spent almost four hours of my free time talking to my insurance, to get no fucking where” you answered taking your clothes off and putting your navy blue scrubs. 

“At least you got a fuck last night?” he asked animated while he did the same, but his scrubs were light gray, as all the other nurses. 

“i wish” you sighed

“what? what happened, i thought i did a pretty good job as a cupid” he smirked checking himself on the mirror 

“yea… don’t fucking throw me under the bus again. We are supposed to be a team” you scolded him

“we are. you needed a little push! What did you do to scare the man off?” 

“Nothing! Mom needed me” you answered and he nodded “we did share a kiss though…”

he dropped his mouth and made a squeaky noise you didn't know humans were capable of. 

“What! Why didn't you lead with that?!” he said excitedly, “tell me everything. Now.”

You were early. your shift was suppose to start in 30 minutes, so you had time to tell him what happened last night. he seemed more excited than you about it. 

“Was the kiss good?” he asked 

“so fucking god” you daydreamed

“Did you text him after you kicked him off your house?” 

“I didn't kick him off. I had to be with my mom!” you answered annoyed

“Potato, potato. Did you?”

“yes, told him i was home”

“Did he text you back?” he asked excited, waiting like a dog would for a bone

“no… Dead silence from him” you said and the glow on his eyes slowly faded away. 

“If he ghosts you I swear to god…” he stopped talking as he was thinking “i would do nothing. Sorry girl, I Wouldn’t cross him” 

“thanks. nice to know i have your support” you mocked standing up

“Oh, my support you have. always… but not a bodyguard though…” he followed you 

To be honest, you felt a little anxious about it all. A little paranoid even. After what he told you last night… was someone out to get you? And to be honest why wouldn’t he just text you back? That's not a nice thing to do. Has he never heard of emotional responsibility? maybe he is busy… too busy to text “good stay safe” ? bullshit that takes five seconds

You focused on your shift, but it was all slow for now. The hospital was still a bit hectic. after the bomb the hospital gas line was damaged and a wing had to be interdicted. Due to that, the ambulences were taking pacients to other hospitals.

Currently there are three patients in the emergency room. One broke his pulse after skating, the other two had stomach bugs. Mostly tonight is being based on small emergencies, people are coming in, getting fixed and going home. After doing your rounds and checking on everyone, you told Jeremy and Lauren you would go to the break room and study a bit. 

Walking inside you got distracted by your phone and decided to text your brother to see how your mom was doing. 

“hey, big bro. How is mom?” 

not a few minutes later he texted back

“She is ok. keeps forgetting why her hand has a curative”

“good. i have the weekend off, i can be with her” 

“I think she would like that” 

“I will see if the insurance gets me a car or money to get a new one. If things work out I will pick her up. If they don't, can you drop her off?” 

“sure sis. Are they going to cover anything?”

“I am not sure. i feel like they’re stalling” 

“Shit. they are sharks, they don’t care. Want any help?” you smiled, he always wants to take care of you. 

“No, thanks. i can sort it out”

“okay. see you saturday”

“see ya”

After the last text, you opened your instagram to kill time. Avoiding the book in front of you. The urge to look for Tommy was strong, and you got frustrated when you saw his account was private.

“Shit” you whispered.

Turning off your phone, you opened the book on medical trauma you had just bought. The thing they don’t tell you in med school is that after you graduate and you go through residency, you think the study is past behind… but you’re wrong. We constantly have to keep studying. To keep learning the best ways to save a life. 

Midway through the first chapter you heard commotion outside and a few seconds later you heard the feared code.

 “CODE BLUE” a nurse yelled over and over

You threw everything that was on your hand on the table, including your phone and ran. 

As you arrived, you saw an elder man laying on one of the beds in the emergency room. 

“His name is Patrick, he just came in after feeling a burning sensation on his chest. Arrived conscious but collapsed right after” Jeremy announced as soon as you arrived. Lauren, the older nurse, was assisting the resident on duty to intubate the man.  

Looking around you saw all the hands available and smiled. A good thing about calm shifts is that you have a lot of people ready to assist. There was a resident wearing the light blue scrubs of the residents, but you couldn't remember her name. Besides her, there were five other nurses, you didn’t remember most of their names either… but again, you were new and the people on shifts usually changed a lot. The only ones who were always with you were Jeremy and Lauren. You looked quickly on their scrubs, trying to read the names embroidered on their shirts as you spoke to them.

“Ok guys, let's start the first round of reanimation. Let’s hope we can bring Patrick back as fast as possible” you said calmly, partially climbing on the bed and starting chest massage. In stressing moments like this, it’s important to maintain yourself calm. You’re the doctor, the one that everyone will listen to, freak out and everyone does as well.

“All good Lauren?” you asked and she nodded confirming that the intubation was done and she was in charge of venting “good job, Rebecca” you praised the resident, learning her name five seconds ago. She gave you a confident smile. Residents are usually crushed everyday all day, a gentle word goes a long way some times.

“What is his weight?” You asked

“96 quilos” Jeremy said 

“push 9.6 ml of adrenaline” you said “keep three syringes ready. Time it”. Jeremy nodded as he administered the drug. The resuscitation dose was slightly higher than the normal dose. The good thing about always having the same team is that you usually know how each one worked and the synchrony was natural.

Usually we do reanimation rounds that last 3 minutes each. Assessing the response of the patient after every administration. 

“Adrenaline in. Timer starting” Jeremy informed

“Where's the defibrillation cart?!!” you yelled annoyed because no one had got it yet. A nurse ran to get it as you continued the chest compressions.  

You stopped with the compressions to quickly look at the monitor. He still had no rhythm, but his saturation was good, meaning he was getting enough oxygen. You saw a little atrial rhythm on the monitor, which meant he probably could get shocked, and that made you excited. But you could be wrong, you’re not a cardiologist.

“Who 's next?” you asked, feeling your arm cramping. The resident quickly walked to your side and took over the chest massage when you stopped.

You stretched your arms a little while you looked at Jeremy's phone. 2 minutes and 17 seconds had passed. Usually it takes a few minutes, but it could take hours . 

The nurse came back with the reanimation cart and you told the resident to stop while you put the defibrillation pads on the patient chest. The defibrillation machine at the hospital was one of the best on the market and it checked the rhythm by itself and informed if the patient could be shocked.

The machine soon started to talk with its robotic voice “assessing heart rythym” as we wait, no compressions can be done, so the machine has to work quickly. Unfortunately a few seconds later it said “non shockable rhythm. Proceed with chest compression”

People are misled by all those hospital tv shows and think you only have to get the defibrillator and yell ‘clear’ and done, the patient is saved... but that's usually not true. Sometimes it's not possible to use it, and it’s frustrating. The defibrillator is not magical, but it usually works well. To be able to use it you need a certain vibration from the heart, either a ventricular fibrillation or ventricular tachycardia. Basically the machine stops the heart from beating, as a sort of “rebooting” system, hoping to get the heart beating properly again, that's why you need to be certain about the vibration so that it can be successfully rebooted.

“Okay, it’s not shockable. Let's continue compressions and hope that changes. We continue with protocol, we finish five rounds and we try the machine again. Let’s start a new round” you ordered around and Jeremy nodded pushing adrenaline again. 

Next round you were up on compressions again. Checking the monitor before starting you saw a few signs that you could probably use other drugs to help.

“Lets also add a dose of atropine Jeremy”, atropine is great, but if used in cases that are asystolic rhythm it could kill.

After two more rounds you tried the defibrillation machine again and this time it said “shockable rhythm. Charging”. You continued the chest massage while it charged, feeling a bit more hopeful. “charging complete. step aside. shock in five seconds” and it began the countdown. 

We watched the shock and the response on the monitor. 

“No pulse” Rebecca said

You sighed “starting new round” and another nurse took over the chest massage

No one tells you how exhausting it is to go through all these procedures. Emotionally and physically. But you tried everything to bring this man back. They tell you not to, but you always imagine who’s is waiting for them at home, who would miss him if he’s gone.

You looked around and saw through the glass door that separated the ER from the front desk an elder woman crying as she hugged a man in a suit, both looking your way. Looking closer you realized it was Tommy. you frowned and gave your attention back to the man whose life you were trying to save.

You don't know who thought it would be a good idea to have a glass door there.

“Someone take the family outside, we don't need to take care of another heart attack” you said and a nurse ran outside. 

You looked over his file, trying to get some extra information that could be helpful. You found nothing.

You took the reanimation paper from Lauren, since she was on vent duty, she was also responsible for writing what was done on every round. 

5 rounds done, one shock and now more 4 rounds. “Next dose of epinephrine we substitute with vasopressin” You told Jeremy and he nodded. Sometimes we do that to improve de arterial pressure because that medicine causes de vases to compress and by consequence, the arterial pressure goes up.

After doing two more rounds you put the machine to work and readjusted the shock to a higher dose. The machine started counting down again and after the shock we finally had a pulse. Rebecca and the nurses cheered and you sighed relieved. 

“Let’s start post resuscitation care” you said and everyone started walking around and doing their part.

“Good job” Jeremy whispered on your shoulder.

Once his heartbeat was stable you walked outside and looked for the woman you saw earlier. She was sitting on a bench outside with the nurse that left earlier. She was giving her water and calming the lady down. Tommy was next to them, he was having a smoke.

when she saw you, you could see the desperation on her eyes 

“Oh please tell me my patrick is ok” she cried

You smiled “what’s your name?” 

“Catherine” she answered holding the tears

“Okay, Catherine, your husband is recovering. We were able to bring him back” you smiled as she soundly breathed in and out, clearly relieved

“Thank god!” She said relieved, hand on top of her chest

“We will keep him overnight to take proper care of him, ok?” you said after you crunched in front of her feeling your legs hurt as you did. You just needed to put them up and get a long nap. She nodded and you continued “we will do some tests, to check his heart, to try and understand why this happened. ok?” she nodded again. you were talking slowly and calmly, trying your best to give her comfort and not scare her more “tomorrow a cardiologist will talk to him and he will get the best care. Now he is still asleep, and he can take some time to recover. I know it’s hard but could you tell me what happened right before he felt ill?” she nodded and started talking, like every good grandma she told you every detail. What you hoped to be a 5 minutes story became a 20 minutes one. Nothing very useful came from it, all you learned was that it probably was due to a random heart attack, not stress related and not labored related.

After she was done you took her to her husband and surprisingly, he was awake but still a little confused. A normal state after resuscitation. You told her it would take him some time to be properly conscious and she nodded

“Thank you so much, dear” she hugged you “thank you for saving my Patrick’s life”

“You are very welcome. Would you want us to call anyone?” You asked, worried for her

“Already did, sweetie. My children will be here shortly” she informed you, then she sat on the chair next to him and took a crochet project from her bag and started to crochet. 

Adorable.

Walking outside, you decided to face the man who’s face you wanted to kiss and slap at the same time.

 “What are you doing here?” You asked Tommy going back outside

“Came to see you” he said with half a smile

“Oh really?” you raised your eyebrow “just like that? out of the blue”

“Want me to leave?” he asked frowning as he threw the cigarette he was smoking on the floor and stepped on it. 

“Do you really want to know the answer?” 

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, frowning harder

“I don't know, am I?” you asked

“Clearly. What did I do wrong?” he asked 

You breathed deeply and looked up at the starly sky.

“Nothing. It 's stupid. I am just tired… i’m sorry” you said breathing deeply

“eh, I saw you in there. You were impressive. Sexy…” he said, his hand reaching your forearm and his thumb lightly caressing it. 

“What are you doing here, Thomas ?” you asked again, this time allowing your voice tone to show your tiredness. 

“You’re not enough reason?” he asked one of his brows slightly raised and you denied 

“I don’t believe it” you admitted

“Alright. Since you’re my doctor, I think I should be honest. I had a lightly vertigo today. And, I also wanted to see you. So, I am getting two things done at the same time” he said with pride and you frowned

“What were you doing? I told you to rest” you asked

“Yeah, and I told you. I’ll rest when I'm dead…” he said, picking at the bridge of his nose as he broke contact with your skin. 

“If you keep up, it will be faster than you expect” you said

“Optimistic, good” he mocked

“Since it’s an easy night, why don’t you come in and let me take a look at what is going on inside that head of yours” you said and he smiled

“You wouldn’t like to know” he said and came a step closer to you and whispered in your ear “unless you're ok with public sex” 

You slapped his chest lightly pushing him and his smug smile away from you.

“You’re clearly deranged” you said and walked inside the hospital

“I am, please fix me doc” he said ironically, making you roll your eyes and chuckle

Before taking him to CT, to have a headscan you checked his reflexes and stitches, everything looked ok.

“What is he doing here?” Jeremy asked when you went to the computer in the small reception inside the trauma center to apply Tommy to the CT scan. 

“He had vertigo today” you answered

“Vertigo? You told him that he could have some dizziness, right? Signs of light concussion?” he asked

“Yes, i did” you answered

“Oh, I see. he came for you” Jeremy said surprised “but why are you going with it? Just send him home, you’ll find nothing on CT… unless… you want him here” he smiled mischievously.

“Fuck off, i’m not in a good mood” you said and he raised his arms as if he had a gun pointed at him

“You know what's a good thing to improve a bad mood?” he asked with a smile and you looked at him “sex” he mouthed it dramatically

“That’s it, you’re fired” you said and he laughed. 

“You wish” he smiled and walked away.

You walked back to Tommy and told him he was next and led him to the room where the machine was. 

“Lay down” you said as he sat on the bed that rolled into the big donut “you will hear a loud noise and -”

“I know the drill, i remember” he interrupted you 

“Ok, then lay down, please” 

“Are there any cameras here?” he asked and you frowned

“I don’t know and stop it. I am not having sex with you” you said

“Why not? I’ll take good care of you” he reached for you but you stepped back

“Is that all you want? Am I risking my fucking life by staying close to you just because you want to fuck me?” You asked bluntly

“No, your life is at risk because you saved mine. Sex won’t change anything” he said naturally, as if the words that left his lips were normal to him.

“Why didn’t you text me?” you blurted out

“Oh, so that's what this is all about?” he chuckled 

“Yeah, it’s stupid. I know, but at the same time it isn't! And can you blame me? You ask if I am up in the middle of the night. You come to my place, tell me my car was bombed on purpose and that people around you are dying, then i let my gard down because I am fucking terrified! We fucking kiss and god knows what we would have done if my brother hadn’t called me when he did. All i expected was a short message, something to show the you didn’t just want to fuck me. Would you have texted me if we did? Would you be here if we did? Will i fucking die?!” you let it all out 

As you talked you could see his expression change, from “we are just having fun” to “this is serious talk”.

he clicked his tongue and left his mouth half open as if he was thinking

“I will you do my best so that doesn’t happen” he said after swallowing harshly

“Will that be enough?” you asked and he shrugged

“How can I know? I hope so” he said 

“Great. Thanks… You seem like a very hopeful guy” you said mockingly

“Y/n, I didn’t think I needed to text anything” he admitted

Of course he didn’t. He’s a player and he doesn’t care. And that’s fine, you hardly know him but it’s a sign, he’s not showing interest. He could’ve asked how your mom was doing. How you were doing. But no. Not even a thumbs up emoji after you told him you were home.

You turned off the machine. “There's no need for this exam. You’re fine. Free to go. And do me a favor, Thomas… Stay away. I don’t need this crap”

He stayed motionless as you walked outside.

what a fucking great day, you thought

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Oh my gosh first of all sorry Blue I think I did go a bit overboard on that ask especially considering it was for a yandere one shot 😂 Ok you don't have to write it thanks for your honesty to be honest I wasn't sure what to give you for yandere batfam. B/c in your original work like with the unwanted reader you went above and beyond with emotions , and in each part it got really suspensful and good. And I wasn't sure if the typical girl meets yandere would cut it I was afraid if I made it to simple you'd be bored with my request. Anyway in hindsight I probably should have read over my ask and made it shorter. Ok so I know its kinda the same ask but it can be more vague and unsaid if you are ok with it could you do a one - shot of a day in the life of growing up from birth with a yandere batfam? But with a male character maybe mid teens and things can be implied but mostly it could be about how his life has turned out from staying so long with them how he is just barely seeing the signs of how strange his life is and his struggle for independence and self discovery and wanting to be his own man and having so many strong male role models in his life yet never seeming to make progress on his own and he is frustrated . Anyway if thats ok with you maybe something like that also I hope you know you never have to feel pressured to write for me I will always appreciate the work you put out and the sensations I felt and remember when encountering your work I like you to and I kinda get it I'm not much of a writer with an online presence but when I do write sometimes for prompts or projects it can be a lot the burnout or just not feeling the scenario or words to fill it out and finish it so take care ok after all you are giving us your time and work and I and others appreciate it so just do whatever feels natural in the mean time I'll be cheering on from the sidelines !☺

Alright now we are talking!

I can do that don't worry! Thanks for asking!

Being a Wayne

Male reader x yandere bat family

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Just saying I may write a chapter two for this~

Tw: violence, injuries

"Master Y/N!" You rolled your eyes as you turned to meet Alfred with your lunch bag in his hands. "You were going to forget your lunch master Y/N..." you gave the old man a half-smile "You know I'm not 12 anymore right? Plus in school, they give us lunch, right Tim?" You turned to your brother who was trying to find a way to get rid of the lunch bag in his hands by putting it behind a plant or a statue "Timmy?" You tried to grab his attention "W-what huh?" He jolted his head up "Oh sorry...did you say something Y/N?" At this point whatever you were going to say was forgotten and Alfred had walked away, leaving you with the lunch bag.

You sighed in frustration, you were not a child anymore! You could take care of yourself! You'd be an adult in just a year and Alfred still treated you like you didn't know what to eat or not! Alright, maybe you and Tim, who was nearly your age, had made some questionable habits over drinking coffee or eating snacks but that didn't mean that everything you ate had to be monitored by someone else! The only time you got to eat something, not home-cooked was when you were on a mission, for sure home-cooked meals were great but you didn't need to be supervised about it!

"Good morning guys!" Dick's voice echoed in the hallway, you smiled at him as he waved to you before turning his head toward Tim "My batring is broken you care to fix it up for me?" He nearly yelled from the other end of the hallway, his phone in his hand "Why don't you do it yourself? Too busy talking to your "baby"?" Tim nagged "Oh hey stop right there young man! I'm an adult with so much stuff to do! As your older brother, I am asking you to fix my stuff because I can!" Tim rolled his eyes "Fine, I'll fix it when we get home!" "That's a good boy! But make sure to fix it before the sun goes down I need it tonight!" "I thought you didn't patrol tonight?" You asked in surprise "No it's Jay's turn tonight, I need it for the mission-..."

Dick trailed off as Tim mouthed him to stop, but it was too late and the secret already had spilled "What mission?" You asked, confused. As a member of the justice league you had expected to be informed about missions happening, so when dick, as the supervisor, knew about the missions concerning the league, you had to know it too! Unless they had "forgotten" to inform you. You turned to Tim with your eyes narrowed, shushing him before he could even open his mouth you sighed deeply. Today's ride to school was going to be a long one.

......

"I thought we were close enough, Timothy!" Tim winced at his full being used, your sarcastic tone adding to The bitterness of your argument "Didn't we agree on not hiding anything from each other Tim?" "Yes but-" "No buts and no more excuses! How could you? It's the third time this month!" You looked out of the window in frustration, trying to calm yourself down, Tim remained silent, knowing that if he continued to make excuses, you'd get angrier.

It was not fair, you thought to yourself. You trained so hard that some training sessions had ended up in you and your father arguing about you pushing your limits too far. You tried to analyze every mission as best as you could so you had better performance in your missions, you tried to be the best but your family left you out of what you enjoyed the most, being a hero.

You had joined the league for six months now, but you had gone on two missions so far when Tim and your siblings were too busy dealing with their duties. It was not fair! Not at all! You bit down on your fist to stop yourself from groaning in frustration. How could they leave you out like this? You were tired of their stupid excuses, they had used all of their tactics to make you believe that something was wrong when it wasn't!

Your physical test for the joining application to the league had gotten rejected several times while you were in perfect condition! Your equipment had broken down without being used, you were left out of the mission calls and your batring were always offline, no matter how many times you had tried to fix it. You knew it was your family's fault, but you couldn't find any evidence. And it frustrated you to no end.

All you wanted to do was to help people around you, just like what your mother had taught you during the first decade of your life, she had told you to become a good member of society, and help the people who are in need of it, just like your father. Bless her soul, you hadn't seen her again since you were ten years old, how could she come out of her grave to meet you again? You thought, your heart clenching in your chest at the memory of her.

......

The ride to school went silently, and you didn't bother to utter a word to your brother for the rest of your time at school. Fortunately, you had Bart and M'gan To fill up your time with. "Wow boy! If my ma were going to put these in my bag I wouldn't have eaten junk food away again!" Bart said as he buried his head into your lunch back, making you smack the back of his head lightly as you chuckled "You look down today...what's the matter?" M'gan asked as she tilted her head to the side, you sighed and looked up at her, she had put on such a good disguise that even you couldn't recognize her easily if you didn't know her new look already, "It's my family..." She knowingly patted your shoulder, you had talked about this before, and no matter how many solutions you had thought of, none of them had worked out.

"I just...ugh! Look at Bart! Look at him!" You said as you pointed at Bart, making the poor guy stare at you with wide eyes "What?" He asked with his mouth full "Am I not as good as Bart?" You asked, making M'gan rub the back of her neck "Well..." She trailed off, making you groan "I may not have any super powers but I bet on anything you say that I train my ass off nearly every day! I try to learn from others, but I'm never good enough!" You made an impression of your father as you deepened your voice "You are not qualified for this position!" You couldn't help but slam your fist on the table, making your plate fall off the lunch table.

"I'm sick of it! Look at me! It's my 18th birthday next month and I'm still treated like a baby! I'm sent off to a school that has cameras everywhere, I don't care if it's nice or not! I'm constantly watched by some strangers! I find trackers sewed in my clothes and bags, even right now I know that someone is listening through my damn phone because it's hacked!" You seeth the last part in your phone's speaker, scoffing as your Jayson's number showed up on the screen.

You turned your phone off as you continued "I'm never good enough! At home, I'm treated like I'm something fragile and outside of it I'm like a failure that needs to stay at home all the time! Haven't you seen Bruce when he's all of the gear and armor? He terrifies the shit out of everyone including me, and I feel madder every day passes because I am not good enough for him!" You called your father by name when you were too angry to help yourself. "I just don't know what to do!" "Let it go, dude...you can start tomorrow, just don't push yourself now..." Bart said, sounding more sensible than ever "Alright..."

It was your last class of the day, and you were impatient to leave, your empty stomach grumbled, making you tap your pen on your notes harder, so you could let out the frustration in a way. You couldn't understand whatever the teacher was saying, your mind was in another world. You were pulled out of your thoughts as a note found its way on your desk. "You okay?" Tim had asked making you scoff again, you turned to your brother, who had his desk next to you "Do I look okay?" You mouthed, making him wince again, a storm was going to hit the Wayne mansion and it was going to end in something good, Tim thought to himself.

......

"Y/N! I don't have time for this!" Your father shouted at you, making your Jae close in an instant, he hadn't shouted at you like this before, He was tired and angry, not on you of course, how could he, but the last weeks had been frustrating to him, and your continuous nagging didn't help him ease it down much. You stood there as your father put his armor gear on, you sighed and looked away, it was not the time to talk to him, you knew it well, that was why you gave given up. You watched Damian pick his weapons up, making your fists clench harder. You understood what your family was going through, but the anger did not subside, it just crawled into your every bone, waiting for the right for you to snap.

Damian gave you a knowing look, reminding you of the conversion you two had effort your father had gotten home, you had offered him help in his patrolling, and even though the boy loved to have quality time with you, he refused. You asked for the reason and he withheld the answers from you, for no damn reason!

So naturally, you had tried to open up the conversation with your father, who surprisingly "didn't have time" for you. And here you were, standing there like a moron. "Dad...can we have a talk when you are back?" You asked, "For what?" He said as turned to you, you looked at him the scowl on his face reminding you of the danger your words could bring. But you swallowed your saliva that had suddenly thickened for no reason "About my missions..."

Your father sighed before glaring at you "Look Y/N, right now the whole world is crumbling down" he hissed as he walked toward you, "Millions of people are in danger!" When he reached you he did something that you couldn't imagine him doing, he grabbed your jaw and slammed your back to the nearest wall "I don't have the time to worry about what is mine! And you, a spoiled brat, can be a virus in my perfect system!" His fingers clenched your jaws hardly as you stared at your father in fear, Bruce was in one of his most dark days and you were unlucky enough to be a victim of the Batman inside him.

Damian was terrified to do anything but watch as your father let go of you and left, leaving you to sink onto the floor, your body frozen in fear and disbelief, your face covered in bruises made by his strong grip, later you'll find out that your jaw had cracked under that pressure but for now you were too busy processing what had happened. Damian rushed to help you, but you stopped him by holding your hand to his small chest, he had duties to do in your father's perfect system, and you didn't want to have that deadly look set upon you ever again, so you pushed him away gently, pointing at his batring that was buzzing.

Damian left you alone despite being worried, but he didn't forget to call for Alfred who would come to help you. Being a Wayne no matter how loved you were, was hard. You had to be the perfect gear in your father's machine, just doing what you were asked to do while your father pulled the strings, and he could hurt you if you were disobedient. Alfred tried to talk to you, but you stared at him like you had met him for the first time, your eyes had opened to the reality you had lived in all your life. All of those lost friends and relatives, those little accidents and destroyed your relationship with many, your life choice being affected by unexpected circumstances, all of that...now you were seeing things in a different light, now you knew.

You were going to get out of your father's sight as soon as you could.

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere robin #yandere bruce wayne #yandere nightwing #yandere tim drake #yandere red hood #yandere jason todd #yandere red Robin #yandere x reader

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐈❜𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

Summary ➳ Being separated doesn’t mean anything to him, breaking up doesn’t mean anything to him. In his mind, he still has you. In your mind, he haunts you daily.

(A/n) ➳ Sorry for the lack of posting/updating. I’ve been trying to work on my other works as well as working with a shitty boss. Anyways, eat something and drink water everyone!! I hope you all are taking care of yourselves. Thank you @/benkeibear for the divider!!

Word Count ➳ 790

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, MODERN AU, toxic relationship, mentions of smoking, swearing, angst, mentions of violence, alcohol use, mentions of threats (not aimed towards reader), sabotaging, yandere/obsessive behavior, stealing…

It wasn’t even a single minute before you received another text from an unknown number…

dont ignore me

What it said. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t have to even guess who the text came from, afterall, he’s been terrorizing you ever since you decided to break up with Nicholas.

You thought he took the news well but you couldn’t have been more wrong that day.

He wouldn’t leave you alone for a second. At first, he spoke to you like a usual friend or a regular day. But then came him to ask you to dinner that would’ve landed on your third anniversary.

You thought it was a misunderstanding but he continued to press and press until you gave in.

You had hoped to use that opportunity to make it clear that you wouldn’t tolerate any more attempts like this, but it fell on death’s ears as he clearly ignored your words and talked and talked. Ordering your favorite meal and drink, going as far as to pay and drop you off home.

Nicholas doesn’t even acknowledge your attempts to talk, he very much ignores you, over and over again.

Frustrating would be an understatement.

The next came when Meryl decided to throw a party to celebrate New Years. Since Nicholas wasn’t listening to you, ignoring him was your next choice. But that too became difficult when he was watching you and following you all the damn time.

You wanted to catch up with Vash and his brother, Nicholas stood by you the entire time, contributing nothing to the conversations.

You wanted a cigarette from Roberto? You couldn’t, it was stolen by him… More like he took it and threw it right out in front of you with a smile. Not a smirk. A smile.

You were suspicious when he randomly came up to you with a hug, he refused to let go and kept on until you threatened to kick him in the balls.

“Relax! Relax!” Nicholas laughed. “I just wanted a hug. No need to get all worked up.” Oh, this man certainly pissed you off!

The reason you were suspicious was when he finally left you alone, you noticed your phone missing minutes later. It only reappeared when Meryl found it in the bathroom. When you asked Nicholas about, all he said was-

“You really think that I stole your phone?” His brother, Livio, was there, looking at you. You knew Livio was confused but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You muttered an apology and remained close to Meryl and Vash.

But there was one good thing about that party, he surprisingly left you alone. But it wouldn’t last long when it was time to go home, he unfortunately had a couple of drinks, and Nicholas was the only person who was in the right state to drive.

You didn’t want his help, you wanted to stay at Meryl’s place until the morning but she was knocked out to say anything in your defense.

The ride felt like hours long, even though it was only twenty minutes. He tried making small talk, ignoring your shutdowns.

He also ignored your protests to push him off you when he helped you walk to your apartment.

He kept a tight grip on your arms, practically dragging you to your door. He tried to stay for the night but Livio called him for help as well.

You were on the verge of passing out, not hearing Nicholas snooping through your apartment.

He took stuff that he was sure that you weren’t going to miss, how does he know? He was with you for two years, just because it was a short time, he made sure he understood every single thing about you.

He knows every flaw, every mark, everything and anything. He has all eyes on you, especially with the app he downloaded into your phone, making sure to remember each and every person that messages you.

He’d share not so kind words with the user that seemed to be getting too close for his taste and that be every user, didn’t matter who. He didn’t care. He never cared.

You ruined him. Maybe he wanted to ruin you.

All those lonely nights just because you wanted to break things off, what did you mean when he was too controlling? Or the resentment he held whenever a man would glance your way?

You didn’t want to listen to him when he said that your family was no good. You didn’t listen to him when you needed to cut Vash and his brother off.

If he couldn’t have you now then he’ll make sure you remember that he’s always around, haunting you.

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

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[wrenreid]

Off Limits

all chapters in master list

content warning: dead parent talk

Part Fifteen

The events of approximately 7 hours ago play on repeat in my head. I can still taste him, feel the warmth of his soft lips on mine. God it was a great kiss. I felt like I was going to met into his lap and have to stay there forever. Which I would not have minded in the slightest.

I wish I didn’t have to leave, but honestly I’m a little relieved I did. I’m not sure what would’ve happened had I stayed. Would we have done it? Maybe. But then again maybe not. Definitely not. It’s too soon. I’m not that type of person. But then again again he is Spencer, and I think I’d give up my right leg for him if he asked.

Dad, Jack, and I are watching a movie over frozen yogurt right now. But while their eyes are focused on Lilo and Stitch, I am still seeing Spencer’s lips on mine.

Lying to my father about where I went for nearly an hour wasn’t hard, but trying to hide my flushed cheeks and swollen lips was. Luckily, his post-nap drowsiness got in the way of him noticing anything off.

So instead of having to explain my gushing attitude, I got to change the subject to the matter of dinner.

After the movie, Dad helps Jack get ready for bed, and I hang back in the living room and attempt to come up with a reason to text Spencer.

The only reason I can come up with is because I want to, and it seems valid enough.

“Hey”

I text him, no punctuation because a period seems too serious, an explanation mark makes me seem desperate, and everything else wouldn’t make sense. I then text again,

“Are you busy?”

He doesn’t respond, so I take that as a “yes” to my question. A slight frown forms on my lips, but I know I can’t just expect him to answer every time I reach out. He’s a grown man with a life.

I head upstairs to get ready for bed even though I definitely won’t be sleeping for at least another few hours. I turn Friends on in my bedroom and scroll through my phone, silently hoping for a text back.

I don’t get one. Even in the morning when it’s been 12 hours since I sent the message. I debate on asking if he’s alright, but I don’t want to annoy him with my texts.

God, I hate being 21. We’re still like teenagers when it comes to texting, and we’re all terrified of spamming someone and looking desperate.

“I should be back around five,” my father says as he reaches around me to grab his coffee mug off the counter top.

Even though today is just a paper work day, he still makes sure to say “should be” because, of course, there’s still a possibility of a case and him leaving for days again.

“Love you,” I say, my mouth still full of toast.

“Love you too. Aunt Jess should be here to pick Jack up soon,” he tells me, making his way out of the apartment.

My aunt is taking Jack to a birthday party for one of his friends that she often nannied with him. I am personally glad to have the day to myself or to do whatever I want.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetheart,” my aunt says with a smile, pulling me into a hug.

I haven’t seen Jessica since just a few weeks after my mother’s funeral.

“God you look just like your mom right now,” she tells me, her eyes starting to water before she blinks back the tears.

Jack grabs her hand excitedly, eager to go to the party. I’m grateful his eagerness removes me from that interaction.

“Nice to see you, Aunt Jess. Thank you for taking Jack,” I smile softly.

“It’s no problem. I’ll see you soon, sweet girl,” she says and allows my brother to pull her out of the apartment and down the hall.

I can’t be mad at her for mentioning my mom; she is her sister. But I hate that people feel the need to bring up touchy subjects when the emotions could’ve been avoided.

She always says I look like my mom, but I think we just have the same nose. Unfortunately, I am one of the many girls who grew up being an almost carbon copy of her father. Which made me feel extremely awkward because hearing “You look just like your father!” at 15 really shreds a girl’s self esteem.

My mom used to say it didn’t matter who I looked like, but it mattered which traits from each of them I inhabited. I’ve got my father’s stubbornness that’s for sure. I’ve got his determination and hunger for success. I don’t know what I have from my mother. I’ve never been the nurturing, gentle type that she was. Haley Hotchner was the perfect embodiment of grace, a gazelle if you will. And I’m like a bull. Thank you very much, Dad.

I plop down on the couch and kick my slipper-covered feet up on the coffee table. Today is going to be so relaxing without anyone to bug me.

And just as I’m done finishing that thought, my phone chimes with a text from CeCe. She asks for plans because apparently she’s bored out of her mind and her parents are talking to her about settling down and marriage. I tell her she can come over

“Thank you for saving me from that,” she sighs, shutting the door behind her. She crawls onto the couch with me.

I chuckle softly. “No problem.”

“So what’s up? What’s new in the world of Jade?”

“You’re really that bored that you want to hear about what’s been going on with me after almost a week of being home with my little brother?” I laugh softly, shaking my head.

“Yes!” CeCe groans.

“Well,” I say. “Perhaps I had something slightly more interesting than hanging out with a four year old happen.”

CeCe situates herself to where she can rest her chin on her knees. “Spill.”

“I made out with a guy I’m sorta kinda falling for,” I blurt out, twiddling with my hands.

“Oh my god, Jade Hotchner! There is a guy and you haven’t told me?” Cece exclaims, her eyes boring into my soul.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say defensively. “And honestly, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“The guy from your political science class? The kinda ugly one with the glasses and the haircut that makes him a little cuter?”

I roll my eyes. “He was not ugly.”

“A little bit,” she holds her pointer finger and thumb together, almost pinching.

“He was really sweet though, but no,” I chuckle softly, “not him.”

CeCe takes a minute to think, eyeing me. “It’s not Spencer is it?”

I cough, laughing a little. “What?”

“Oh my god, it is. You made out with Dr. Reid?”

“Kind of,” my lips press together in a thin line.

“How does one ‘kind of’ make out with someone?”

“I don’t know.”

“You made out with your dad’s employee,” CeCe laughs, shaking her head. “I’m so proud of you. You’re like a baby slut now.”

“What the fuck is a baby slut?”

“Ya know, like not quite a slut but getting there.”

I let out a chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I’m definitely not getting there.”

My best friend pokes my thigh, teasingly. “I am so proud of you. High school you would be too!”

“Shut up, Ceec,” I blush, shaking my head.

“So what happens now?”

“With me and Spencer? I have no idea. We’ve made out twice, and now I think he’s ignoring me.”

“Hold on,” she holds up a finger. “My mind is blown. Twice?” She pauses dramatically. “Wait why do you think he’s ignoring you?”

“Because my texts have now been left on delivered for 18 hours,” I explain.

CeCe bites her teeth together, tsk-ing at me in thought. “Hey, at least it’s not read.”

“Well, he has read receipts turned off. I did that for him so he could not feel the need to respond to everyone right away.”

“Oh, Jade,” she sighs.

“And thus you see my dilemma.” I gesture my hands outward.

“Mhm, I do,” CeCe nods. “Okay, so are you guys like a thing, just kissing, what?”

“I have no idea,” I groan, slamming my palm on my face.

“These stages are always the worst, but they’re kind of exciting,” she says.

“There’s nothing exciting about this. Spencer… he’s like different than everyone else I’ve had this type of situation with,” I say honestly.

“Because he works for your dad?”

“CeCe, I swear to god…”

“Okay, okay,” she laughs softly, holding her hands of defensively. “How is it different?”

“Because he’s an actually grown up. An actual man,” I tell her. “I’m used to stupid college guys. Even the pre-laws are stupid. And Spencer is… the opposite of those guys. He’s brilliant, kind, and like totally hot, and god, he’s a good kisser.”

Her eyes widen a bit. “Oh girl. You’re falling falling.”

“I mean it’s not that deep,” I say, back-tracking. “We’re friends. We’re whatever we are. And he may be all of those things but he’s also ignoring me, so I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Confront him about it.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” My teeth tug at my bottom lip.

“C’mon, miss lawyer. Just tell him straight up what you’re thinking.”

“And if I don’t know what I’m thinking?”

“Wait until you do.”

I nod, taking in a breath. “Right. Okay.”

“I’m here for you, baby slut.”

My best friend becomes the victim of a punch to the arm.

What am I thinking, what am I thinking? I don’t know. I mean, yeah, I like him, I’m thinking that. But I also know that my dad might kill us both if he found out about anything. And I know Spencer isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t want what I do. And I’m pretty sure I want him.

The sound of a fist hitting my door rings through my apartment three times. I just got home from grocery shopping for the first time in weeks. The refrigerator was severely lacking nutrition, as am I it seems.

I exit the kitchen to answer the door, and the face I’m greeted with is the one I want to see the most and don’t want to see the most at the same time.

Jade.

Before I can get an awkward “hello” out, she says, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

My cheeks flush pink, and I know my face is giving me away. But of course, she had already figured me out anyway. I stand there nervously, my face twitching a little.

“I,” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that sentence. She’s not wrong. I have been ignoring her.

I’m not proud of it, but how do I talk to someone who is the focal point of all my guilt right now? I was in the wrong for last night. What we did was careless and stupid, and I’ve never been careless and stupid. I feel like shit over it.

“Jade,” I say, her name rolling off my lips too easily.

“Spencer,” she says. I shouldn’t have told her to call me Spencer. I like it too much.

This is becoming our routine, huh?

She steps inside my apartment, and I let her. She walks past me and onto my couch. I let her.

“You know what we did is wrong,” I say, joining her on the couch, keeping my distance.

“And yet, we’ve done it twice,” Jade says.

She’s not wrong.

“It doesn’t make it okay. No matter how much you hate it when I say you’re my boss’s daughter, it’s true. And for that, what we did is unethical and careless.”

Jade rolls her eyes. “We kissed, Spencer. It’s not like we fucked.”

Her choice of words cause my eyebrows to raise. I clear my throat. “Well, no.” But I wanted to. I would never admit this out loud, but in that moment… if she wanted to, I would’ve. And that’s a problem. I shouldn’t be flirting with or kissing my boss’s daughter let alone wanting to sleep with her.

She’s off limits.

“Then I don’t see that much of a problem,” Jade says.

“I have a moral code, Jade. And getting involved with you violates it.”

“And what if you move aside that moral code?” She asks. “Then what?”

“What do you…”

“Let’s say my dad isn’t your boss. Then what?”

“Then it wouldn’t be as wrong,” I say carefully.

“You know what I think, Spencer?”

I’m scared to know what she thinks.

“I think fuck this moral shit. I’m a grown ass woman no matter how much you or my dad think otherwise. There’s obviously something here, and you can say we’re just friends all you want, but…”

“We’re not friends,” I cut her off.

“What?”

“We’re not friends,” I say again. “You’re not wrong about that. We can’t be just friends. But it’s not a good idea to be anything else either.”

Jade leans a little closer to me. “Fuck good ideas.”

A small smile creeps onto my face. I can’t help it. “You’re crazy.”

“A little,” she shrugs.

“What am I going to do with you?” I groan, that smile still on my face.

“I really think kissing me again is a start,” Jade grins.

sixteen

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[bords4life]

Hey guys!! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so bare with me. Also if anyone knows of a good title let me know, I plan on continuing this story but I did start it over the summer so who knows

Y/N’s POV

Today was the first day that I have seen Trevor in months. It was the end of term and he finally came back to michigan. Doing long distance is very hard especially when you can’t miss someone publicly. Our entire relationship is a secret even to our closest friends, at first it was because of my brothers and Trevor being close with them all. However lately it seems as if there is another reason, I wanted to tell my brothers but Trevor kept saying I can’t.

Trevor lay passed out curled up next to me as his phone went off. Thinking it was his mom or one of the boys I checked it.

Em <3: Hey babe have you landed? Are you sure you don’t want me to come and meet your friends? It’s been four months and I think it’s time. I already met your family.

My heart dropped, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and stomped on just to be placed back in. All this time he didn’t want to go public because he basically went public with her. Do my brother’s know about her? Even though we’re not out to our friends, everyone basically knows. The way we are around each other it is hard to miss, both our moms have already caught on. His family met her!

I decided I couldn’t be there anymore, however we were at my apartment so I decided I just needed to go out and get some air. I left Trevor a note in case he woke up before I got back.

“Went for a drive, be back soon <3”

It started pouring rain twenty minutes into my drive which went perfectly with my tears, deciding it wasn’t safe for me to drive. I went to the one place I knew I’d feel safe.

Thomas’s POV

It was around nine when I heard a knock on the door, running down the stairs I opened the door to see y/n standing there in the pouring rain with her makeup running down her face.

“Y/N what happened?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” I pulled her inside, and dragged her upstairs to get her into some warm clothes. Once she changed she sat down on my bed, she hadn’t said a word back yet.

“He cheated. Two years meant nothing. He has been with her for at least four months.” I am shocked, I don’t know what to say. I sorta just stared back at her.

“He fell asleep and she texted him. That’s how I found out. She met his family, and he most likely told all the guys about her. My brother’s probably know.” Okay so her secret boyfriend is someone we know??

“Y/N who? I will beat him up right now.” I am getting pissed off at the thought of someone I know hurting her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything if I tell you, please Thom” she pleaded with me.

Y/N’s POV

“I promise” Thomas told me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Trevor. I have been dating Trevor for the last two years.” I told him and looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“That piece of f*cking sh*t, where is he right now?” Thom looked at me before speaking again.

“Mon amour-” Thomas grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I am here for you for whatever you need. Does he know you know?”

“No he doesn’t, I was in shock and I am still hoping it was all a lie. I don’t understand how he could throw us away so easily.” I started sobbing again, Thom pulled me into his chest and we fell asleep like that.

*Next morning*

I woke up to an empty bed looking for Trevor, seeing Thom’s familiar room I remember last night was not a dream. I reached over and grabbed my phone, seeing twelve missed texts from Trevor and five missed calls. I can’t hear his voice right now so I just sent a quick text back.

“I’m fine. I am at Thom’s, I will be home later.” I send, not giving much detail as to why I am where I am. I turned my phone off not wanting to see his reply.

I get up out of bed hearing Thom’s and the other guy’s voices, I head downstairs and see Thom, Brendan, Mackie, Matty, Owen, and Kent. Thank god Luke is not here, because I know I look like I have been crying.

Thomas noticed me walking down the stairs, he got up and came towards me giving me a hug.

“I have an idea, follow my lead.” He whispered into my ear.

The boys all said hi to me, not questioning why I was over or in Thom’s clothes. Besides the idea of my boyfriend being Trevor, Thomas’s name gets thrown around a lot by the umich boys.

“Yo matty do you know someone named Emma?” Thom asked Matty, he is somewhat close with Trevor.

“If you’re talking about Emma Macdonald then ya, she’s been dating z for a few months now. Why?” Matty just confirmed it, which means it’s one hundred percent true.

I want to break down right there but I can’t, the rest of the guys don’t know.

“Ah yes that’s where I saw the name, I was with him yesterday and saw the name with a heart emoji on his phone. Who all knows?”

“Well she’s actually coming to surprise him later tonight, they’re really cute together. I have never seen him so happy.” Oh matty if only you knew what these words were doing to me.

Not wanting to hear anymore I decide it’s time to go home and face him.

“Um I am gonna get going, maybe I will see you guys later.” I tell the guys not looking any of them in the eyes. I just ran quickly out with my keys, not wanting Thom to stop me.

*Few hours later*

I couldn’t go home just yet, I just went around town for a long drive to clear my mind. I am going to give him a chance to explain, maybe we can get past this.

“Trev, are you home still?” I texted him, hoping the Emma surprise hasn’t happened yet.

“Of course, I am waiting for you.” He responded

Walking through that door and seeing him just sitting on the couch broke my heart again. I fell in love with him and I don’t want to let go of him.

He turned his head and a smile grew on his face, he walked towards me and hugged me.

“I missed you, I was worried when I woke up and you were gone.” Biting my cheek, I just smiled and hugged him back. Tucking my head and body into his as if I was trying to disappear.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked with worry spread across his face.

“As if you don’t know” I spat out as I pushed him away remembering why I was upset.

Trevor just stood there shocked, wondering what I meant.

“I know about Emma.” I quietly said to him, looking up at him to see his reaction.

“What are you talking about?” Trev had the audacity to ask, while he’s trying his best to look anywhere but my eyes.

“You know what I am talking about Trevor! Do I mean nothing to you? Am I a joke? Was this relationship one big joke?” My voice gets louder with each sentence.

Silence is all I heard, he finally looked me in the eyes and I couldn’t see a shred of regret. Tears started slipping down my cheeks again.

“Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen-” Trevor started saying while he stepped closer to me attempting to pull me into a hug.

“NO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!” I yelled at him in anger, how could he possibly try and comfort me.

Trevor took a step back, his mouth opened but instead of noise coming from him; there was a knock at my door.

I opened the door to be met with my three brothers, they had a smile plastered on their faces. As soon as they saw me their smiles dropped.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” My oldest brother, Quinn asked. However I wasn’t able to even open my mouth before my world came crashing down again.

“TREVY!!!!” A screaming blonde came out of nowhere and jumped into my boyfriend’s arms. Kissing him right away and grasping him as if she thought she’d never see him again.

I wanted to disappear right then and there. How could my brothers not even give me a heads up, I get they didn’t know and Trevor being at my place isn’t unusual. But I still feel like they could’ve told me.

After taking a moment to collect myself I looked over at Trevor. He is looking at her the way he used to look at me. I don’t know how I missed this. The man I am desperately in love with, is in love with someone else.

“Get out….” I quietly say, no one heard me but Trevor. He looked at me in almost a way of pity.

“I SAID GET OUT” I yelled louder, this time everyone heard me.

I shoved my brothers out, not caring for their protests or questions. Emma walked herself out, as much as I want to hate her I can’t. It’s not like she knew.

“Y/N please let me explain.” Trevor finally said something, he grabbed my hand trying to plead with me. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hallway. I ripped my promise ring off, he gave it to me two months ago. Has no meaning now.

“You made a promise to me. I hate you. We’re done.” I told him, threw the ring, might’ve slapped him and slammed the door shut. Making sure I locked it, I slid down against the door and started bawling.

“It was a mistake please y/n I love you!” I could hear Trevor pleading from the other side. I could hear my brothers yelling at Trevor and walking away, Quinn pulled the other two away before they did some damage.

*Three years later*

Since that heartbreaking day a lot has changed. For one I moved to Chicago and met my current boyfriend Kirby Dach. He plays for the Chicago Blackhawks. Thomas and I attempted dating two years ago, we decided it was best to stay best friends. I barely talk to my brothers, not my choice. They cut me off, they never reached out. I guess they forgave Trevor, considering months later they were all spotted in a picture with Emma. The biggest change is my three year old, Noah. I found out I was four months a few weeks after the breakup. I wanted to reach out but for some reason he blocked me. In fact my brothers blocked me too.

Thomas helped me out so much when I found out I was pregnant, but eventually he had to leave for San Jose. He tried pushing it back but I couldn’t let him do that. Him and Noah are like best friends, might be closer than him and I. Then there is Kirby, he knows everything about Trevor; I was a little scared to tell him considering they were in the same draft class so Kirby already knew who I was. He started out as a friend who helped every now and then but then I started falling in love with him. It was the little things, like taking the time to teach my son to skate or even just being there when I needed to rant.

Not having my brother’s in my life is super hard, especially knowing they don’t know about Noah. My parents do but I asked them to not tell them about him. I don’t want them to come back if they’re only coming for my baby.

Thankfully I have not run into Trevor since that day, which is surprising with all the games I have been to. Noah is aware his dad is not in his life, I didn’t tell him many details but I couldn’t let him grow up thinking someone else was his dad especially if Trevor ever comes back.

“Hey babe, are you coming to the game tonight?”Kirby asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Uh, who are they playing?” I cautiously asked.

“New Jersey, and I know you’re going to object but it’s Luke’s first game. I think you should be there.” Kirby softly told me. I completely forgot my youngest brother was making his debut tonight.

“Okay I will come.” I told him. I knew I would regret it if it didn’t.

And that is how I ended up at the boards holding Noah up to the glass so he could see Kirby. He had these sound proof headphones on along with his mini Dach jersey. After waving at Kirby a few times and getting cute videos and pictures, we headed up to our box. Normally I sit with the other girlfriends and wives but Kirby’s family is in town so we will be sitting with them.

Walking through the door I immediately saw Kirby’s younger brother Colton, who Noah is obsessed with.

“COCO!!!” Noah yells Colton’s adorable nickname he came up with.

“Y/N?” I heard my oldest brother’s voice. I was still carrying Noah at this point, I let him down so he could run towards Colton. I whipped my head to my right and sure enough there was Quinn. However it’s the whole crew. And I mean the fucking whole lot.

Standing by the snacks was my dad, Jack (he wasn’t playing due to an injury), Quinn, Alex, Cole, Thomas, and Trevor. Well fuck.

Standing like a deer in headlights in the middle of the room. It wasn’t until Thomas came up to me and shook me out of the state of shock.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered in my ear, looking at me with complete panic in his eyes.

“Kirby is playing…” I whisper back and look towards Noah, panic setting through my entire body.

I looked over Thomas’s shoulder to see the guys staring back at me. Tears started to slip out a little bit. If Noah wasn’t in the same room I think I would be fine, but he’s ten feet from us. I don’t know what to do.

“Mommy can coco come over for a sleepover? Please mommyyyy I cleaned my room, well I mean Kwirby helped me.” Well, it looks like I have some really bad luck. I looked over to my son on Colton’s lap, Colton’s eyes are almost as wide as mine while Noah is sitting there not knowing what is going on.

“Hey how about we go get some food and see if we can find Tommy?” Colton suggests to Noah, he loves getting pictures with the mascot. He likes to brag to Kirby. I nod at Colton, mouthing a thank you.

Once those two leave I slowly turn back to my family and take my time looking up.

“Um, what is going on?” “Did he just call you mommy?” “ YOU HAVE A KID?!” “He looks like Z” those were some of the sentences that fell out of the boy's mouths. All of them looking at me like I had three heads

#usa ntdp #umich boys <3 #kirby dach #thomas bordeleau #trevor zegras #hughes brothers #Trevor x Hughes sister

[jeysmullet]

darius martin x female reader (moxley's younger sister)??? darius and moxley's sister are sneaking around and dating but get caught by moxley??

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Darius Martin X Moxley!Fem Reader.

enjoy xoxo.

Y/n Moxley.

I did not have hiding a relationship from my brother on my 2023 bingo card, yet here we are.

I was currently trying to sneak out of the hotel room, my boyfriend and his brother share, without anybody seeing me.

I make Darius check the hallway before i walk out.

I make sure i’m as quiet as i can be, seeing as it’s 1:26 in the morning. I was almost to the elevator before i heard somebody call out my name. I silently prayed to myself that it wasn’t who i thought it was.

i slowly turned around and saw Paul, also known as Wheeler Yuta.

“Paul, hi.”

“Y/n, What are you doing up this late? you okay?”

Paul questioned as i tried to come up with a lie.

“I, um, was just hanging out with Anthony, and i fell asleep for a little bit in there.”

I lied straight through my teeth hoping he would believe it.

I think he did because he just nodded his head before saying something else.

“Oh, well get to your room safe, you better hope Jon fell asleep.”

“Yeah, goodnight Paul.”

i sighed out, thanking every lord there is that he believed me.

I walked to the elevator, pressing the button waiting for it to come down.

When it finally came down, i hopped inside of it pressing my floor number.

When i arrived to my floor, i stepped out of the elevator and began walking towards my room.

I swiped the key card, and heard the lock click open.

I pushed the handle down, opening the door as slowly as possible trying to be quiet.

When I made it into the room, i closed the door back quietly walking towards the beds.

I sighed in relief when i saw Jon fast asleep.

I put my things down on my bed and went over to my suitcase grabbing some pajamas from it. I just grabbed some shorts and a shirt before walking over to the bathroom, and closing the door.

After i got changed, i heard out the bathroom turning off the light and closing the door.

I walked over to my bed, and got in it putting my phone on the charger. I put my phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and rolled over letting sleep take over.

THE NEXT DAY

Y/n Moxley.

Location: Arena.

I was in my dressing room getting ready for my match when i heard a knock on my door.

I got up from the couch after i finished tying my boots up, walking over to the door.

I opened the door revealing Darius. I gasped and pulled him inside the room closing the door.

"What are you doing? You could have been seen."

I said looking at him with wide eyes.

"I know, i just wanted to make sure you got in with my problems last night. You didn't text me and tell me if you did."

He softly spoke looking down at me.

"I'm sorry, i was so caught up in trying to make sure I didn't get caught that i forgot to text you."

I sighed before putting my arms around his neck.

"You're okay, i just wanted to make sure you were good."

I felt his arms snake around my waist pulling me closer to him.

I brought his face down to mine pushing my lips against his.

I felt his arms go from my waist to the back of my thighs. I jumped up letting my legs go around his waist.

I started feeling him move over to the couch. I felt my back go against the couch.

He moved away from my lips down to my neck.

“Ohh fuck.”

When he started going lower i heard a knock on the door.

Me and him shot up looking at each other.

“Go in the bathroom.”

I whisper yelled to him.

With that he quickly walked over to the bathroom and closed himself in it.

I made sure i looked presentable before going over and opening the door revealing Jon.

Oh shit.

“Hey y/n.”

“Heyy Jon, what are you doing here?”

I asked him as he walked in.

“I can’t come see my sister before her match?”

He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.

“No No No, you can. You just stopped by so suddenly.”

I panicked trying to think of something while i keep glancing towards the door.

“You sure? You seem off or something.”

“No, i’m good, just nervous for my match tonight.”

Just then a sound of something falling came from the bathroom.

Jon looked at me before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.

“Wait no!”

I tried to say but before i could stop him, Jon was already face to face with Darius.

“Oh shit.”

I said looking between the two.

“Y/n, you got something you wanna tell me?”

Jon said looking away from Darius for the first time since he’s seen him.

“I’m sorry.”

“So how long were you fucking around with my sister and didn’t tell me?”

He questioned Darius as he walked up on him.

“Jon, don’t do that. Why do you have a problem anyway? Im a grown adult.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have a problem if you would’ve just told me. Do you not trust me or something?”

Jon looked at me, and he looked somewhat sad when he asked that.

“No, i just thought you would be mad because you always used to tell me never to involve myself with somebody else in the business.”

“Y/n. I wouldn’t have been mad, maybe a little bit upset but never mad,”

He looked at Darius before continuing.

“and i know Darius is a good kid.”

Darius smiled.

“Just don’t hurt my sister or else i will hurt you.”

“I promise i will never do that.”

Darius said as he walked over to me putting his arm around my shoulder.

Jon looked at us and cracked a smile.

“I guess i approve. Y’all are cute i guess.”

“GROUP HUG!”

I yelled making both the men smile before Jon came towards us wrapping us both in a hug.

I smiled to myself knowing that i have the two most important men in my life right here.

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Hope y’all enjoyed🖤.

tags 🏷️| @hooks-martin

xoxo vaeh.

#aew #aew imagine #darius martin #darius martin imagine #jon moxley

[thenasoneshots]

Lafayette Oneshot - Because Fuck You, That's Why!

Requested?: No

Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"

Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: John’s Sister

Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I’ll warn for it next time!

Other notes: You live with John

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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn’t locked the door to my room.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?”

“Hmm.”

“What exactly does ‘Hmm’ mean?” John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.

“It means ‘None of your fucking business’. Leave me alone, please,” I muttered, sending him the middle finger.

“(Y/n), I’m your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me.”

“I-I’m pregnant,” I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn’t heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, “I’ll be here for you. Through the dark.”

I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, “T-thank you.”

“Do you know who the father is?”

I shook my head, “All I know is it’s some French guy.”

“Okay. That’s fine with me. I won’t judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?” John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, “Not right now, but thank you.”

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“What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably. 

“Something’s wrong. John, we’re your friends, we can tell when you’re bothered by something.”

“Okay fine. I’m worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she’d text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can’t help but think that something has happened,” I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.

“Oh.”

“Really? That’s all you say?”

Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Uncle John! Look what Mumm-” the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she’d come.

YOUR POV

“Mummy! Why didn’t you tell me Uncle John had people over!”

“Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?” I asked, bending down to Marié’s level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.

“There’s people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don’t know who they are, or that they would be here!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it,” I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, “John?”

“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re alright! Why didn’t you text me?!”

“Phone died,” I replied. I’ll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry.”

“Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?”

“Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex,” John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, “Hercules,” a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and “And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-” John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.

JOHN’S POV

“Do you have something to say, Laf?”

“Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Then why’d she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?” I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, “She knows you.”

I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, “Uppy!” I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, “Laf, don’t tell me… You don’t happen to be Marié’s father, do you?”

“Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?”

I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, “Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you’re lying. (Y/n) knows you.”

Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): “Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know…”

“Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You ‘deserve to know’ something.”

YOUR POV

By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That’s when I heard a knock on the door, “Excuse moi, may I come in?”

“Yes,” I responded, trying to calm myself down.

“(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs..”

“Yes. You’re Marié’s father. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you, but I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. “C-Could you ever forgive me?” I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.

“Mon ami,” he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, “I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven’t done anything to help with the result of it.”

“You didn’t know she existed, Laf,” I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, “You’ve got to stop doing that, you know.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” I answered, my face going bright red.

“Y-you want to kiss moi?”

“Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn’t actually that drunk. I’m sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I’m just your friend’s sister now. The past is the past, right?” Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, “Mon ami, may I kiss you?”

And… my face was bright red again, “Y-you feel the same?” Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”

I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother’s voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, “LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!”

“Et c'est ma petite amie,” Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he’d just called me his girlfriend.

“Fine. You hurt her, you’re dead, Laf.”

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“Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?” I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, “Really?!”

I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, “Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?”

“Because fuck you, that’s why, John. My love life is none of your business.”

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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.

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