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sugume · 2 months

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YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me!

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle.

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72 types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer.

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types.

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.”

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop.

—

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in.

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself.

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles.

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening.

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.”

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car.

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car.

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.”

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop.

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...”

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.”

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.

“Y/n!” You mom gasps.

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better.

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad.

“Sweetheart...”

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.”

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket.

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?”

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport.

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.”

—

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.”

“Kay, thanks.” You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72.

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’ Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies.

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’

—

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents.

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different.

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile.

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces. You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile. Suguru has different plans.

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster. Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t.

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you.

“What?” You ask.

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.”

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it.

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say.

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare.

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost.

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling.

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—”

“I don’t care.”

“Please—”

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him.

—

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72.

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened.

‘Oh wow.’

‘I know.’

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring.

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care.

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box.

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.”

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh.

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight.

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.”

‘And what is that?’

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight.

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please...

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’

You nod.

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand.

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day...

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt.

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder.

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming.

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out.

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water.

“N-no!”

—

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress.

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously.

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie.

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad.

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back.

Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks.

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him.

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.

“No babydoll—”

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed.

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase.

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.” You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him.

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother.

“I know it’s a lot of information.”

“It is.”

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—”

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.

“Suguru—”

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face.

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.” You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair.

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you.

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.”

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.”

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders.

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks.

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips.

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man.

“You okay babydoll?”

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.”

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.”

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt.

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch.

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.” he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark.

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you.

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.

“T-that was—”

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.”

“Same.” You smile before wincing.

“What’s wrong babydoll.”

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble.

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly.

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.” He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.

#𐙚 ࣪ ˖ sugume writes #𐙚 ࣪ ˖ smut journal #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #jujutsu geto #geto scenarios #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : MORE :*+ﾟ

in which: rin's not happy with your decision to sleep on the couch.

warnings: cliché lol, 1.1k, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, unedited + ooc!rin towards the end, a lot of metaphors but hey one cliché leads to another.

a/n: this is practice for me to a) get back into writing and b) remind u guys that i am still writing luls, enjoy!! reblogs r vv appreciated, but this quality is actually so ass.

“are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?” rin’s voice asks from the hallway entrance, slight concern laced in his tone as he watches your backside set up on the couch, fidgeting with the pillows and blankets.

“yeah, i’m positive,” you answer, not turning around to look at him; something rin frowns at.

“oh…” he mutters, leaning awkwardly on the wall as he scours his brain to try and find something to say. “really?”

“yes, really.”

“won’t you be uncomfortable?”

“i’ll be fine. it’s not that bad here.”

“if you’re sure.”

silence cuts the conversation with a cold knife, leaving the two of you in the suffocating quiet, one that stops rin from instigating further conversation despite how badly he wanted to continue. because if he shuts up then that means he has to leave, but he doesn’t want to leave you alone. he wants you to come to bed so the two of you can sleep peacefully together and not (what feels like) eons apart where he can’t hold you.

“are you going to go to bed? it’s getting late,” you ask, no hint of hostility at all in your tone as you shuffle under the covers, disappearing from rin’s view completely.

he bites the inside of his cheek, disheartened at your eagerness to see him go. “oh, right. goodnight.”

he lingers for a second longer, waiting for a ‘goodnight’ back, or even better, an ‘i love you’, but neither comes and rin feels his chest contract.

rin didn’t mean for the argument to escalate, he didn’t mean to sharpen his words and pierce you with them, he didn’t mean to hurt you to the point that you didn’t want to sleep beside him.

as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom, your absence on your side of the bed hits him even harder. it’s cold. it’s empty. it’s void. rin loathes it.

you’re not faring much better, replaying the argument in your head over and over again as the small, coffee table lamp illuminates the room with a warm yellow. each replay of the memory just twists the knife further and causes a new batch of tears to wet your eyes.

you hate this. you hate feeling weary around rin, you hate feeling like you need to walk on egg shells around him from now on, you hate feeling like he doesn’t value you the same way you do with him, you hate these new revelations coming to your brain as you reflect on your relationship-

“you’re still awake?” a voice comes from the hallway.

leaning up onto your elbows, you blink in shock at the new figure making itself known. thanks to the lamp, you can see rin from where he stands, and you can see the confusion in his eyes.

“uh… yeah,” you say.

“why are you still up?”

“i was thinking. why are you still up?”

“i…” rin hesitates for a second, “i wanted to check up on you.”

your heart flutters at his shy confession. “i’m fine, thank you.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

“why, are you not fine?”

no, he’s not. he wants you to come back to bed, he wants you to reassure him that the two of you will still be okay, he wants you.

“no,” lies rin. “i’m okay.”

the soccer player regrets his words instantly.

“that’s good. i’m gonna sleep now and you should too, you have a big day tomorrow.”

but rin can’t sleep. not without you beside him because otherwise, the bed is too vacant and too chilly and reminds him of the life he used to live too much.

and he’s scared that he’ll have to go back to living like that if you’re not there beside him, petrified that you’ll leave in the middle of the night because you’ve realised that he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you.

instead of confessing that, the dark-haired merely sighs, the words lodging themselves in his throat. “okay. i’m off.”

you reach over to turn off the lamp, engulfing the room in darkness with a single click. “goodnight, rin.”

“i love you,” rin confesses, but it’s too quiet and too breathy for you to hear, so there’s no response. he hopes you know.

so, he retreats back into the barren wasteland that is your shared bedroom. he misses you. he reaches over to your side in hopes of being to feel some remnants of comfort.

30 minutes later, rin wakes again after weaving in and out of consciousness and he’s sick of it. it’s 1:10am and he only has five hours until he needs to get up. decisively, he throws the cover off of him and makes his way to the living room, intent on this trip being his last one.

it’s dark in the living room and rin can’t find it in him to turn on a light and disturb your slumber, so after adjusting to the dark and mindlessly patting around, he eventually threads his arms underneath you. he lifts you up so effortlessly, driven by determination and love as he walks to familiar path back to your shared bedroom.

he settles you down gently and the last thing rin remembers before drifting off is the warming feeling of content as he pulls you into his arms.

the following morning, you rouse to the sound of a blaring alarm; the one rin always uses because otherwise gentle alarms won’t coax him successfully. your lover shuffles beside you, shutting the clock off with a groan before wrapping an arm around you again, pulling you into his warmth.

wait.

you raise yourself up onto your elbows, dazed and confused. weren’t you meant to be on the couch?

“don’t go,” rin murmurs, snaking his arm up to wrap your shoulders instead, gently guiding you down to the mattress, “sleep.”

“how did i get here?” you ask and rin stiffens before pulling you in to his chest. “rin, i’m being serious.”

“you were always here.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying, so let’s sleep.”

you’re sick of his shit. “itoshi rin, i swear to-”

“i carried you back here, now shut up. i only have 10 minutes before i have to get up and get ready.”

“i think i’ll go back to the couch, actually,” you say jokingly.

“not funny.”

“i think it’s plenty funny.”

he frowns, wrapping himself around you even tighter. you don’t hug him back, but you’re here and that’s all that matters to rin. you didn’t leave like he thought you would.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, “for last night. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“it’s okay, rin, we can talk about it later.”

“we’re okay right?”

“of course.”

“you… you won’t leave. right?”

“i would never. why would you think i would?”

“just being stupid, i guess.”

“better you than me.”

he huffs, letting the conversation die to silence.

you speak up again, “i love you.”

rin feels a weight lift off his shoulders. he can breathe again.

“i love you more.”

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sage-green-matcha · 9 months

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NEIGHBOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🏙️

When Ethan can’t get enough of the girl next door!

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! oral receiving !Fem, Ethan catching you! Switch Ethan kinda? A bit of praise!

A/n: wanted this to be longer but honestly had no energy to finish it :( but I rlly wanted to publish it anyways so here u go!

You sighed at the sound of loud music playing. It was just loud enough to be heard through the wall. Even if the song that was playing was from one of your favorite artists, you just wanted to sleep. You had a big Econ test that you couldn't afford to fail.

You picked yourself up lazily, blanket wrapped around you as you slipped on your loafers. You felt the cold touch your legs, shivering as you walked next door.

You knocked a couple of times, looking up to be met with a familiar face. "Oh uh, Y/n...what are you doing here?" Ethan Landry? You knew him from your Econ class, and also Chad's best friend. You two had been partners for projects a couple times, so to say he was a stranger would be a lie. "Oh uh, hey Ethan. I was wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? I'm trying to sleep" He gulped, feeling immediate guilt for disturbing your sleep.

"Oh, yea..yea! I'm sorry" "Thanks" you smiled. You walked back to your apartment, you didn't know he was your neighbor. You had been living in the small, New York apartment complex for about 6 months. And you hadn't seen him till now.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, waking up at night to tell him he was being too loud or his music was making the wall shake. He always apologized, yet he never cared to change his volume before you went over to ask.

Ethan started doing it on purpose. He loved the way you looked when you had just rolled out of bed. It drove him crazy. Tired eyes with the prettiest sleepy voice. You would always wear a baggy teeshirt, no shorts underneath and just a blanket wrapped around you, bare legs.

You struggled to fall asleep, confused at the disappearance of the loud music you had been hearing for the past week. It felt strange but you shook it off, finally able to enjoy a full night's rest without any disruptions.

Or so you'd thought.

You groaned into your pillow as you heard a couple knocks on the door. It was a Friday, and you weren't expecting anyone to come over, especially not at 1 am. You dragged yourself out of bed, not caring about your slippers. You slipped out a yawn as you opened the door, this time Ethan at yours.

"Ethan...hey, what are you doing here?" You rubbed your eyes, the light from the hallway hurting them. "I got locked out of my apartment...I left my keys in class.." you frowned. "Oh no, did you call the landlord?" "He's in New Jersey?" his hands were in his sweats, small and worried frown on his face.

"Uhm, I guess you could stay with me for the night" his heart pumped out of his chest. That's exactly what he hoped you'd say. "Are you sure...? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything" You nodded. "Yea It's fine" you smiled, letting him inside. "Sorry to wake you up again" you shrugged. "Felt weird without your music anyways, I'm kinda getting used to it"

He put down his bag by the couch, watching you walk Into your bedroom to get blankets. He was more than excited. His plan had worked. He had his keys in his bag and had dressed in comfy clothes so he had no problem with having to change.

You plopped down the pile of blankets on the couch, tossing a pillow over to him. He watched as you laid out the blankets for him, placing the other pillow at the end of the couch. "Thanks" He smiled up at you. "No problem, if you want any snacks you can go in my pantry, Tara makes me stack up. And uh, there are drinks in the fridge"

"Thanks, for everything" "Stop thanking me, I'd want you to let me sleep over if I was locked out" you shrugged, turning around to go back to bed. "Night, Ethan" "Goodnight..."

But you weren't having a good night. Tossing in turning in your bed as you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Warmth gathered in your core and you rubbed your thighs against each other. You knew you couldn't do anything about it, especially not with a guest in the house.

But your pussy was hungry for touch, a pain filled you up. A pain that could only be relieved by touching yourself. You sighed with guilt as you stuck your hand into your panties, rubbing small circles against your sensitive bud. You bit your lip, holding back any small whimpers. You'd die before you'd let Ethan see you like this, yet again you probably wouldn't mind if he walked in on you.

Your movements got faster, a small sloppy moan coming from your mouth. You heard the couch creak, making you pause. "Y/n...you okay in there?" "I'm fine" you answered, melting into the mattress as you pulled out your hand. You were frustrated, almost close to your small orgasm. "You sure?" "I'm Good, Ethan" You heard his footsteps go back to where he originally was, putting your hand back into your panties.

This time you were careful not to make a noise. Only the sound of your wetness was barely heard under the sheets. Your mouth was deep into your pillow, shoving two of your fingers deep into your hole. Your walls tightened around your hand, dripping wet as you thrust your fingers into yourself.

Your mind was clouded, the feeling of your hand on your clit while the other was thrusting hard made you roll your eyes back. You were careful not to make any noise, a tie in your stomach forming. You were so so close, the possibility of getting caught turned you on even more.

What would Ethan think of you? That you're a slut? That you're gross? Or would he rip your legs open and help you out? You felt your legs shake as you pushed towards your orgasm. Frustrating and embarrassment filled you as you heard the door open. You couldn't care less though, you continued to fuck yourself as Ethan walked over.

"Y/n...what are you doing?" Ethan rubbed his eyes, staring at your position. "Oh..." he walked closer to the bed, your head still fucked out as you rubbed small circles against your clit. "You're so dirty..." a small scoff fell from his lips as he peeled the cover off of you, your hands covered in your juices.

"You're not very quiet Y/n" Every time he said your name you wanted to melt. It sounded so good rolling off his tongue. You continued to pump your fingers into yourself, biting your lip with your eyes closed as he watched. You felt so dirty, just like he said.

Your body heated up at his touch, his warm hand gripping your thigh. A whimper escaped your mouth as your movements slowed down, the tie in your stomach seconds away from snapping. "Don't stop, you can do it" his hands held onto your inner thigh, thumb gently rubbing on your skin.

"You look so pretty fucked out" his words shot straight to your core, legs shaking as you felt yourself release onto your fingers. "Wasn't that hard, was it?" Your chest raised with every breath you took, Ethan taking your cum covered fingers into his mouth.

Your breath hitched Ethan, staring into your eyes as he sucked your fingers, letting them out with a "pop" coming from his lips. You didn't think twice before you were on top of him, lips sucking with desperation as his hands ran up your shirt.

You knew this was wrong, but damn it felt so right. The way his hands perfectly grabbed your waist, lips fitting together like a puzzle. He let out a small groan as your knee slipped in between his legs. Feeling his hard boner on your skin.

You deepened the kiss, lowering yourself on top of him as you rubbed against his dick. He let out a small moan, your hands now pulling on the strings of his grey sweats.

"You're such a slut" You pulled away from the kiss, Ethan's lips on your neck. "Yet you're the one that was watching me" "And you're the one that kept going" you melted into him as he pressed down on your clit, still sensitive from earlier.

Your small, whiney sounds turned him on. Thrusting himself against your clit. "Don't be so desperate" you mumbled, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as he made friction. "I could say the same about you" he flipped the two of you over, pushing you up closer against the headboard.

He hovered over top of you, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him with eyes full of desire. You'd never looked as good as you did right there. "Can I go down on you?" You were slightly taken aback but nodded anyways. You had never had a guy ask you, you always had to ask them first. And they always insisted for something in return.

Ethan wasn't like that, he just wanted to pleasure you. Just getting to see your eyes roll back and your cum on his fingers would be enough for him.

He pampered small kisses against your jaw. They got sloppier as he moved down, marking you with his lips all the way to your waist. Ethan looked up at you with sweet eyes. He pulled down your panties, pulling apart your legs. You felt the cold air on your pussy, wetness covering your glistening core. You felt nervousness gather in your stomach, taking a deep breath.

He ran his fingers through your folds, jolting at the feel. You felt so vulnerable with him. He honestly had no idea what he was doing. He had seen it done once. Accidentally walking in on Chad and Tara one night. But besides that, absolutely clueless.

You sensed his confidence start to go down, taking small breaths. "You okay...?" "I uhm, yea...just not too sure how to do this" You just shook your head, smiling before sitting up. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to do anything" his face was soft, running your hand through his hair as he stared with his lips agape.

"No...no it's okay. I want to learn" "yea?" "Mhm," he chewed on his lip, staring back at you with doughy brown eyes. "Just do what feels right. And I'll tell you what feels good, alright?" He nodded, watching as you spread your legs open once again. He swore you were the prettiest person he'd ever seen. And to see you like this got him so flustered.

He ran his finger through your folds once again, collecting the extra cum from your hole. Your body shivered, craving more of his fingers on you. Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue flatten on your clit, biting back your lip as he stared at you.

"Keep going, good" he felt better as you praised him, doing tricks with his mouth on your pussy. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, the pain proving you with more pleasure. Small whimpers and heavy breaths escaped from your mouth, Ethan lapping and sucking all over your core.

Your mind was cloudy, your back arching as you grabbed onto the bedsheets. "Please please please" Your hands dug into his hair, pushing his mouth closer to your pussy. His nose rubbed against your clit, his tongue deep in your hole. Your stomach pulsed, feeling hot all over your body.

"Fuck, E... I'm gonna cum" you hummed, feeling his fingers quicken on your sensitive clit. He hadn't even pushed his fingers into you and you were about to cum. The way he looked up at you made you moan, staring back through barely open eyes. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, basically suffocating him with your thighs.

He pried your legs apart, shaking and weak as he continued to taste you. You tasted so sweet, the feeling of you on his tongue was addicting. He tried to rub himself against the bed, feeling the pain of his ignored boner get to him.

"Shit…shit" you bit back your bottom lip, body shaking as you felt cum drip from your pussy. Ethan's mouth was wide open, licking all of the cum up like your pussy was an ice cream cone. "Taste so good" You pushed his head away while he licked, too sensitive to continue.

He admired your sweaty face, watching as your chest rose with each heavy breath. "You okay...?" He asked, concerned. "Mhm," you hid your face in the pillow, Ethan coming back up to kiss you. "Was I okay?" You held back a smile, nodding at him.

Your lips connected once again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You got why he wanted more, pushing yourself closer to him. Heavy breaths filled the room, Ethan grabbing your waist before whispering something in your ear. “I didn’t actually…leave my keys” he chewed on his lip, watching as your eyebrows furrowed. “Really? Why’d you lie?” “For this”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him again, his cheeks a light pink as you pulled back. “Fucking creep” your lips formed into a smile, teasing him. “I’m not a creep” “You are, but you know what? It’s kinda hot”

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totheblood · 1 year

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hii love can you write hcs of ellie williams in protective gf mode

a/n: of course! thank u for the request <;3 p.s little bonus ai audio at the end (ellie yelling at u lol, ellie telling u to drink up, ellie asking u whats wrong)

protective gf ellie

it’s no secret that ellie is extremely protective of the people around her, but when it came to you it was a whole other story

she’s protective of you out in the world, if you’re on patrol together she will always enter new areas before you, scoping it out before giving you the okay to come in

“it’s safe to come in, babe.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re still alive, so where’s my thank you?”

she would definitely try not to baby you since she’s positive you can hold your own (it’s very hot to her how badass you are on patrol) but sometimes she just can’t control it

she knows she’s immune so she would much rather take her chances than have you be bit, but you don't know that so you get into little quips about why she doesn’t let you fight infected

“i don’t see why i can’t clear out the area with you ellie, i feel like i’m not pulling my weight.”

“it’s not safe, you could get bit.”

“SO COULD YOU!”

“but i won’t.”

she will always check the sturdiness of the floor before telling you to follow her (she’s fallen through too many floors to take her chances with you)

when you do end up getting hurt on patrol she gets mad

like unreasonably angry at you… she’s working on it

“what the fuck were you thinking?! going in there gun’s blazing, you didn’t know how many of them there were!” she would scold you while tending to your wounds, it was honestly very confusing

“i’m sorry, i jus-“

“don’t do it again.” she would say it in her sternest voice before kissing the gauze where she patched you up

when it comes to protecting you from other people in jackson ellie was known for being ruthless

a guy hitting on you at the diner? she would slide into the booth next to you and wrap her arm around your waist with an exaggerated, “hey baby.”

someone who won’t leave you alone when you’re obviously uncomfortable? she would immediately step in between the two of you with her finger pointed in the guys face, “hey back the fuck up!”

if she ever saw you crying, all hell would break loose

inside her rage would be boiling, but on the outside she was running up to you, putting your face in her hands, scanning your body for any injuries, and asking you with the most tender voice, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“these guys would not stop making fun of me on my way home.” you would explain in between sniffles “just got so overwhelmed, but i’m okay.”

“who? what did they look like? what were they saying?”

“ellie, don’t do anything.”

“i won’t, just tell me. wanna make sure those assholes shovel horse shit for a month.”

after you would tell her she’d press a kiss on your forehead and stay with you until you fell asleep

after she would go out and find the guys who made you cry and beat them up (violence isn’t the answer but this is ellie and she’s a sucker for revenge)

ellie’s actually not above punching anyone for you, she just would never let you see that side of her

a part of her also wants to protect you from herself and what she’s capable of

so whenever she’s not doing mentally well she would seperate herself from you so she doesn’t lash out at you

she hates the look on your face when anyone yells at you and she knows she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was on the receiving end

she also always walks you home, she likes when you call her a gentleman and kiss her goodnight

she’s also protective of you when you’re not feeling well, absolutely ignoring her own health to make sure you’re eating, sleeping, and getting enough water

“c’mon baby, drink up.” she would coo as she gently sat you up in your bed, her protective hand resting on the small of you back while you drank

she would stroke your hair as you slept, constantly checking your body temperature as she waited for your fever to break

on the flipside, whenever she was sick she wouldn’t let you around her

you would be banging on her door with homemade soup being like “ellie, open this goddamn door!”

and her sick ass would say “no! don't wanna get you sick!” through her stuffy nose

“fine, but i’m leaving the soup outside your door, please make sure you eat it and drink water!”

“thank you.”

“okay, bye, i love you!”

“i love you more”

she’s always doting on you, making sure your happy and satisfied

if you’re eating together she would make sure you are full before she finishes her plate just in case you want more

at community events her eyes would always return to you even when she’s in conversation with someone else

“she’s fine y’know? just the spring dance.” jesse would say after her looking over at you for the tenth time in their 15 minute conversation

“i know. i just like looking at her.” it wasn’t a lie, but she was still just making sure you were okay

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sanjisprincesswifey · 8 days

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so so exciting that you're at 3k!!!<3 you deserve it and ily sm! may i request 2 + sanji (afab reader, nsfw is okay!)

lovefool (or unrequited love ft. sanji)

notes: sanji is so whipped, it's embarrassing and he doesn't care; unrequited sanji x afab reader; p in v sex, nsfw!!! mdni!!! 1,200+ words! thank u for participating bestie, ily <3

sanji was an intelligent man.

he was a meticulous planner who scheduled his dates accordingly, making sure that every detail was just so.

on the night that both nami and robin would be occupied in the crows nest with the night shift, he made sure to prepare a special meal. one that sanji knew would have you reaching for a sweet red wine all throughout the course, to which he’d happily fill you with as you asked for glass after glass.

next to zoro or franky, your drinking seemed subpar to theirs, not alerting anyone, even you, to sanji’s intentions.

by the time the meal was over, with most of the crew retired for the night, you stayed behind in the kitchen offering to help sanji with the dishes.

when he could smell the sweet notes that flew off your lips, he knew with a little more encouragement he’d have you right where he wanted you.

“damn, this bottle has a drink or two left, i’d sure hate for it to go to waste,” he feigns disappointment as he shakes the bottle around gently.

he doesn’t miss how your ears perk from your position at the sink, a wide smile grazing your face before you encourage him you pour you another glass.

sanji watches as the last drop of liquid slips into your mouth, immediately taking the glass away with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

as if he had no idea how you had gotten so intoxicated, he offers you some water and a hand to your room, which you eagerly take with no objection.

your body leans into his as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly to him like decorated arm candy.

he almost wanted anyone to come out of their quarters for the night, accidentally bumping into the two of you attached in the intimate way that would embarrass you if you were sober.

“thank you sanji,” you hiccup, your doe eyes glancing up at him in the familiar way it did just before you had made one too many mistakes.

what you hadn’t noticed was that sanji had already removed his shoes before he entered your room.

sanji lays you down in bed, removing your outer layers of clothing before caressing your cheek ever so slightly.

“goodnight, mon amour,” he coos in your ear before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

just as his lips hover over your skin, you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down for more.

your lips attack his, messily kissing him as he succumbs so quickly to your touch. his head moves in a synchronous motion, cupping your cheek as he heartily drinks up every second you’d provide him.

too drunk to notice, sanji’s hand wanders underneath your shirt, his cold fingers gripping at the plushness of your boobs, squeezing one in his hand.

a low groan leaks from his mouth as he feels your nipples harden within his grip and your shirt is quick to fly over your head.

his plump lips latch onto the pert bud, gently sucking as he gingerly looks up to catch your reaction. another grunt reverberated against your skin as he watches your face writhe with pleasure from his touch.

“sanji,” you breathe, encouraging him to continue as you drag out the last syllable of his name. you’re just as excited as you remove your pants, leaving you only in pretty lace panties, which he wishes to believe are a gift for him.

in this moment sanji likes to believe that you’re as needy as he, and that thought alone is too much for him as he drags his fingers down feeling the damp fabric that covers you.

his middle finger pushes further against the cloth, a whine and a tug at his blond hair only egg him on with a dirty smile and a dusty red blush.

“need you…now” you whisper, hips dragging with his touch until he’s finally had enough.

he’s fogged with a mixture of lust and love as he practically rips his pants off, his cock springing out his underwear and lewdly slapping his stomach.

precum coats his tip, nearly dripping onto his shaft, giving himself a few gentle pumps before pulling you against him.

like the gentleman he is, sanji makes sure that you’re ready, whispering a desperate “you ready?” before he lines up himself with your entrance.

with a rock of his hips, he pushes into you, allowing your body to become accustomed to his dick. he watches you grip at the sheets at his taunting pace, but as his heart beats so fast that it feels like it’ll beat out of his chest, he wonders who this is more punishing for.

sanji is so needy to paint the picture of you whiny for him in his mind, but his eyes screw shut as he bottoms out inside you, a shaky moan echoes off the walls.

in your overwhelming fervor, you can’t help but drag him down so his lips meet yours, muffling any sounds that came from you.

of course, as sanji is so fluid with his motions, making sure to pull his hips back just enough so that you can’t help but whine, he’s not the quietest either.

the lewd slapping of his balls against your skin engulfs sanji, forcing him to mumble praises and proclamations of devotion right against your ear.

with the sweet noises you continue to make, and how perfect sanji believes your bodies fit together he’s quick to speed up his pace, unable to contain himself anymore.

sanji’s messy kisses, turn into whimpers, impatiently whispering ‘i love you…i love you…i love you!’ until thick, hot, sticky ropes cover your stomach.

as aftercare ensues, you’re happy to clean him off too, giggling and teasing as your wipe sanji down just as he did for you.

it leads you to wonder if this was what made him believe his feelings were reciprocated. the intimate, yet endearing nature of how you two spent these moments surely could’ve fooled anyone.

sanji snuggles up behind you, kissing the skin on your shoulder with an idiotic smile, muttering a ‘goodnight, my love.’

the following morning the pounding in your head is the first thing that wakes you, which is soon accompanied by the unpleasant tension in your muscles and an acidic taste in your mouth.

you reach ever so slightly in an attempt to discard the covers, but something withholds you from doing so. it’s heavy, it has a tight grip around you, and it takes everything in you not to heave a heavy sigh that would surely wake him.

the guilt usually washed over you in the mornings when you were much more sober to properly comprehend the situation.

with a newly clear mind, you didn’t know who had the advantage in this scenario. while you weren’t oblivious to the ‘tricks’ sanji had decided to pull last night, you weren’t uninviting them either.

nor did you stop yourself from having a few too many glasses despite knowing your limits.

you knew how he felt towards you, yet still openly invited him to bed most nights. you couldn’t tell if it was an ego thing, constantly having a man such as he at your beck and call no matter the time or a place, or simply a lack of options out at sea.

sometimes the lines blurred between who was manipulating whom and you feared that you might be the most at fault here. but as you glance over to his stupidly happy face, you don’t really care and you’re sure he doesn’t either.

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#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece

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meownotgood · 2 years

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new message !! / CSM x reader

the texts they send you when you're away.

includes: aki, denji, & yoshida

genre: headcanons / fluff

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

☆ AKI basically never uses his phone. He doesn't have any social media; you can coax him into installing some if you want, but he's not going to use them. If he wants to speak to you, he'll usually opt to call you rather than send a text because he prefers to hear your voice. But in situations where he can't, or when he just wants to let you know he's thinking of you, he'll send a message your way.

14:22 [ aki <3 ]: Hey.

14:25 [ aki <3 ]: I miss you.

14:29 [ aki <3 ]: Do you want to go out tonight? We can go anywhere you'd like. My treat.

Even though Aki pays little attention to his phone, if you ever text him, he's usually quick to reply. If you call him, the phone will never go more than three rings without an answer. For one, he's memorized your special ringtone (it's a song you texted to him the first time he gave you his number). And for second, you, Denji, and Power are the only ones who ever send him texts, so he knows if he gets a notification, it's probably important.

In the rare cases where he happens to miss your call though, the texts he sends immediately after are always extremely apologetic.

22:46 [ aki <3 ]: I'm sorry I missed your call.

22:48 [ aki <3 ]: Are you okay? Do you need anything?

22:51 [ aki <3 ]: Call me back when you get the chance.

Sometimes Aki sends you goofy pics of whatever mischief Denji and Power are getting up to, or pictures of Meowy when he's sleeping on Aki's lap. He also loves to send you pictures of the view from his balcony when he's having a smoke.

7:14 [ aki <3 ]: (1 image attachment)

7:17 [ aki <3 ]: The sunrise over the city is really beautiful today. I wish you were here to see it.

Aki rarely takes or sends pictures of himself. He'll take pictures with you if you ask, and if you beg to see him hard enough, maybe he'll send you a selfie. Maybe. Only after he re-takes it a thousand times to make sure it's perfect.

Aki's texts are always professional and proper, just like his demeanor. He always capitalizes his sentences, always uses correct grammar, and never uses any emojis or abbreviations. The one exception to this rule is if he's drunk. Aki tries to stay away from his phone when he's plastered, but if he manages to get his hands on it, you can expect to wake up to several incoherent drunk texts.

2:35 [ aki <3 ]: hi sweeetheartv

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: im drunk sorry

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: but I lpve u so much

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: myy anwgel

2:38 [ aki <3 ]: miss u terribly. come out 2 drink w us nextt time yeah??,

After texting you for a while, Aki developed a small habit of texting you good morning and good night. When you told him you liked it, he made certain to never forget to send you a good morning and good night text every single day. Your contact in his phone is the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to bed.

23:41 [ aki <3 ]: Goodnight. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. Text me when you wake up tomorrow.

☆ DENJI asked you for your number as soon as Aki bought him a cell phone. He had absolutely no clue how to use it at first, but thankfully, you were there to teach him. And double thankfully, phones have built in autocorrect, so he doesn't have to worry about spelling everything wrong (most of the time).

Now he can talk to you whenever he wants! And boy, does Denji send you a lot of texts. If your phone is vibrating like crazy, you know it's probably Denji. He essentially uses your inbox as his way to tell you everything he's thinking at any given point.

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: Dude at work rn SOOOO BORED

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: I wanna hang out with u

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: This suckkkkzzzzzzzz

10:35 [ denji ^^ ]: What are u doin?

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey check out what Power just showed me lol 8====D~~~~~~

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: It's a dick

Once Denji figured out how to send pictures to you, he had his heart set on sending you pictures of literally everything. He sends you pics of all the stuff he comes across that he thinks you might find cool. He also sends lots of pictures of Power and Aki. Sometimes Meowy too, if he can get the cat to hold still.

They're all blurry and incomprehensible most of the time, but you suppose it's the thought that counts. Besides, you can still make them out... kinda.

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: Shit its blurry

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: Look dude I beat Powers ASS at mario kart

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: You should come over and play its really fun

18:22 [ denji ^^ ]: If u want to

Of course, Denji loves when you send pictures to him, too. It's crazy to him that he can see what you're doing and where you are through his little phone screen. He saves every picture you send (after he bothered Aki to show him how), but the pictures you send of your face are his favorite. Denji will never leave you on read, so if your message says opened for a while, trust that he's just admiring your picture.

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CYTE

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CUTE

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: I mean

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: Your cute

14:07 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey how do I make it my background???

Denji hasn't quite figured out how to use all the features on his phone. Honestly, you're not sure he even knows what Google is. You don't really want to tell him though. You won't admit it, but you secretly like when he comes to you with every single question he has.

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: Do u know what 12 x 7 is

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: I dunno

17:26 [ denji ^^ ]: Aki tell me to look it up but idk how

17:32 [ denji ^^ ]: Can u come over

☆ YOSHIDA is super popular and super cool, so it took you a while to work up the courage to ask for his number. Although he gave it to you gladly, you weren't sure if he would even bother to text you after the exchange. You know he's in a ton of group chats with his classmates, and he has a lot of followers on social media. He probably didn't care to text someone unimportant like you... right?

Well, you soon found out that you were very wrong. Yoshida was waiting for this for a long time, actually. And he has no problem ignoring all of his other messages and notifications just to text you back.

15:26 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey, you weren't in class today, what's up?

15:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i can come over and show you what we went over today if you want

15:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i'll bring iced coffee too :)

Yoshida uses the fact that you two are classmates as an excuse to text you more than necessary. He sends you pictures of the white board or last night's homework answers, even if you didn't ask for them. Somehow, he always ends up as your partner on group projects. He's just texting you a lot 'cause he wants to get to know his partner, that's all.

His favorite pass-time in class is texting you instead of paying attention. He knows he's going to ace this test anyways, and the current lecture is soooooo boring. The time will definitely go by quicker if he spends it messaging you and stealing glances at you when he can.

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: im totally gonna fall asleep

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i hate this professor

9:17 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey. look over here

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: did you see me wave? :)

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: your outfit today is cute btw

Yoshida is no stranger to sending you pictures of himself, too. He has a little bit of smugness about it. Yoshida knows that he's handsome and he knows that he's effortlessly photogenic, so whenever he sees a photo opportunity, he's going to take it.

18:04 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:06 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:07 [ yoshida ❀ ]: which one should i post? or which one do you like more?

18:10 [ yoshida ❀ ]: next time i see you, you should take a picture with me. i want to post a pic of the both of us. ^.^

Yoshida really enjoys texting with you, even if you end up texting back and forth late into the night, when he should be sleeping so he can get up early for school tomorrow. He's a night owl anyway, so honestly, he's fine with sacrificing on the sleep so he can talk to you. And if you call him? Even better. He could listen to your voice forever.

Speaking of, his favorite thing is sending you voice messages. It's a bit more convenient than texting, plus he knows you're a sucker for his smooth voice. He almost always sends you a voice message in the morning while he's walking to class.

7:25 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 voice note)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 link)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: here's the playlist i was talking about in that voice message

7:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: give it a listen when you can, i think you'll like it <3

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #denji #yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man headcanons

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dandylovesturtles · 4 months

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just a little A Team hurt/comfort

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Raph knocked over some moving boxes during their last shouting match - he spares them a guilty glance as he walks past. Someone has tried to clean up the mess (Mikey, most likely), but he can still tell that they were recently upended and their contents left scattered on the ground.

He knows this is why they told him to go get Leo for breakfast. They want this to be a peace offering. Raph would like for it to be a peace offering, too, but...

Well, it's not like he likes fighting with Leo. Things are just... complicated.

He makes it to Leo's train car, and takes a deep breath before pulling the curtain back. He can do this. One civil interaction.

Leo's already awake, scrolling through his phone. That's in his favor - Leo's always grumpy if you wake him up. At least this way, Raph doesn't have to.

"Hey Leo," he says, and his brother flicks his eyes up from the phone screen. "Breakfast in five. Mikey made waffles."

"Oh, sweet," says Leo. He grins, but even Raph can tell it's forced. "I'll be there in a sec - just checkin' the socials."

And for a moment, Raph almost says something; says that he's sorry, and he takes back everything he said, and Leo should just forget about it, not worry about it, he doesn't want to fight anymore and this is stupid-

And then he thinks about Karai, and the Shredder, and their dad, and the far too close call they had to losing each other, New York, the whole world-

And he thinks about Leo skipping training to go skateboarding, Leo showing up late to patrol with a quip and laugh, Leo charging into fights without so much as a word to the rest of them, Leo who can't take anything seriously-

And it dies in his mouth. He says instead, "Yeah, sure. Just get there before it gets cold."

He turns to leave, but before he can, Leo calls out, "Hey, Raph?"

Raph only half turns, looking over his shoulder at Leo. Wondering if, maybe, Leo is going to try to say something instead. Wondering if he finally gets it, or if they're going to start fighting before breakfast.

Maybe Leo is running the same calculations. Raph is sure he is, actually, because Leo's brain twists over words the way Donnie's twists over physics.

So he must come to the same conclusion, because he doesn't say anything about the fight, or training, or his responsibilities, or any of it. What he says is, "Love you, big bro."

And Raph's heart drops into his stomach.

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Leo's always been looser with those words than any of the rest of them. Been that way since they were little, and Splinter kept them in the same part of the sewer, sleeping on pallet beds with whatever pillows and sheets he managed to find in the dump.

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you," said Leo. "Goodnight Raphie, I love you. Goodnight, Donnie..."

The ritual was long - Leo always used three times as many words as other people. Sometimes Splinter would say, "Yes, yes, Blue, now let your brothers sleep." Sometimes Raph would say, "Hurry it up, Leo." Sometimes Donnie would hide his head under his pillow, or smack that same pillow over Leo's face.

Nowadays, Raph misses that: the sincerely sweet way Leo wanted them all to know he loved them.

As he grew older, Leo began using those words more flippantly. "I love you, but" became one of his stock phrases, a way to soften the blow of criticism. "Come on, you know I love you," said to ward off any retaliation after a prank or insult. "Love ya, bye!" rushed out at the end of one of their rare phone calls, a signal he didn't want to talk anymore.

But every now and then, Raph still got the sincere version. When he brought Leo tea the morning after a bad bout of insomnia. When Leo fussed over an injury, gently winding bandages around his arm or leg. When Leo was sleepy after a long Lou Jitsu marathon, and he reverted to the old ritual as Raph tucked him into bed: "Goodnight, I love you."

The "love you" Leo says to him now, in his room, before breakfast, with the mess of their last big fight barely cleaned up, is none of those.

The "love you" Leo says now is a question.

He doesn't pronounce it like a question. There's no upward lilt to his voice. He doesn't end it by asking if Raph knows. But Raph can still hear it, buried deep in Leo's tone: he's not sure. About loving Raph? About being loved? About what there still is between them?

Raph loves Leo. He loves him so much it aches. It's why he knocked the box over. It's why he wants to knock another ten boxes over. It's why he just needs Leo to understand, to hear him, to see what he sees when he closes his eyes and sees Karai, and the Shredder, and their family almost-

But here they are. With Leo saying "love you" like it's a question and Raph doesn't know the right answer.

"Yeah," he says. "Breakfast in five," he says.

He doesn't know the right answer but he does know that wasn't it.

He leaves Leo in his room, and goes back to his own. Puts his face in his hands. He sees Karai.

He knocks another box over.

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Leo's hand is a tiny thing in his. It's also, maybe, the only part of his body that isn't broken. Not like his legs, his arms, his shell, his jaw, his neck-

Raph can't look at his neck. The bruise there makes him want to throw up.

Leo's been out of critical condition for almost two full days. It hasn't made any of them less on edge, and they still spend most of their time crowded in the med bay, watching Leo's chest like it will stop rising the moment they turn their backs.

But Leo's heart doesn't stop, and he breathes in and out, and Raph holds his hand and strokes the back of it with his thumb.

He'd wanted Leo to understand.

He hadn't wanted this to be how Leo learned.

When he closes his eyes now he sees Leo right next to Karai, and he has to touch Leo again, to make sure he's still really there.

Movement from the bed, and a soft noise. Raph's gaze trails up from Leo's hand to his eyes, open but heavy lidded, clouded with a haze of exhaustion and medicine.

"Hey, Leo," he says, trying to keep his tone upbeat despite it all. "You're home; you're safe."

"Mm," hums Leo, still sleepy. He twists the hand that Raph's holding, adjusting his grip so it's wrapped around Raph's thumb. He strokes at Raph the way Raph had just been doing for him, and Raph feels tears sting his eyes.

"Love you, Raphie," says Leo, and this time, there's not a hint of uncertainty.

Raph's heart lurches again. Whatever answer Leo had been looking for last time, he must have found it.

But.

Raph doesn't plan to leave anything to chance. Not anymore.

"Love you too, Leo." He leans in, press his forehead to the top of Leo's head. "I love you, too."

Leo makes a pleased noise, low in his throat. He's already sinking back into sleep, his grip on Raph's hand growing loose. His breaths are still steady and even, heart beating strong, the look on his face peaceful.

"Goodnight, Leo," says Raph. "I love you."

#rottmnt #rise raph #rise leo #dandy fanfiction

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tteokdoroki · 2 months

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jock!yuuji carrying you back to your dorm on his back after a party and you’re both a little tipsy, keeps his hands on you when you get off his back :((( won’t let go of your hand when you head into your room and u giggle and pull him in and he cuddles you and plays with your hair and his nose twitches in his sleep HE IS MY ANGEL SWEETHEART DARLING BOY

PLS i was writing this on the train but it didn’t save to my drafts SCREAMS!!! anyways … i think whenever you go to parties and stuff yuuji drinks a little less than you so he can make sure he’s un the right headspace to get you home safely !! like you’re super introverted n it takes a lot for you to go out to big crowded parties on campus so he wants you to let lose and have fun !!

anyways when you tell him you’re ready to go he’s quick to use his big strong arms to lift you onto his back because he knows his tipsy girl can’t walk :(( n he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. making the walk home is full of giggles and yuuji finds it so cute how you’re just rambling and holding onto him so tight he feels so warm inside knowing that you need him bye !! you’re literally saying anythigg and it’s got him smiling to himself because he knows you won’t remember in the morning like imagine asking jock bf yuuji if he’d still love you if you were a worm n he’s like

“of course princess, i’d still love you if you were a worm!”

“e-even if i started the process of decay ‘n rotted all y’protein shakes?”

“yes baby, even then.”

GOSH !!! and when he gets to your dorm he doesn’t quite wanna say goodbye :( playing with your fingers while you swipe your key card for the reception. please itadori’s twiddling with his thumbs, waiting for his goodnight kiss ‘n then you ask if he wants to come up to sober up since it’s a long walk back to his dorm n he’s instantlyyyy past the threshold n ready to go to bed with you.

he’s so sweet, he helps you undress and pulls out one of your (his) jerseys to wear to bed !! big jock boyfriend yuuji just snuggling amongst your teeny tiny plushies while you wash off your makeup, and he’s already shirtless ready for cuddles by the time you’re done !! he pulls you right into his chest for snuggles n plays with your fingers until you’re both drifting off hicc

yuuji definitely sleeps better at your place and definitely sleeps through his alarm for practise — meaning that both of you are woken up by several missed calls from an irritated coach satoru >:)

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #⋆｡°✩ — jock bf!yuuji

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scxrlett-wid0w · 9 months

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Hiya I have read you Natasha and Wanda fics and I would like to say that they are so good and if it’s possibly u you could do a age regression with either Natasha or Wanda or both and reader set up a whole date night scenario with the help of maybe Yelena or carol and they get annoyed and just become really possessive over reader and they end up fighting and reader has just woke up from her nap and comes downstairs and they all stop arguing and they make up as reader told them to. Hopefully you understand that 😂🥰. How u have a good day also if u don’t want to do it that’s fine

Stop Fighting! | WandaNat X Fem!R

Gif not mine, credits to creator

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Word count: tbd

Warnings: Slight Arguing, Age Regression, Fluff, Little One (R), Mama (N), Mommy (W),

A/N: I'm So Sorry This Is Like A Year Late! Hopefully It's What You Wanted/Expected <3

Summary: The Ask

Stop fighting!

"It has to be perfect!!" You squealed whilst Carol was laying the plates on the dining table

"I know munchkin," She chuckled "why don't you draw your mommies a nice picture, yeah?" She finished setting the table and picked you up.

She rests you on her hip and carries you to your playroom

"Bu' I wanna help youuu!" A loud whine left your mouth when Carol puts you down.

"Don't be like that little one, I'm sure your mommies would appreciate a little picture to go with their meal and dessert, which you can help me make, eh?"

"Okay Aun'ie Carol!" You run over to your little table and grab a pack of crayons

Carol walks back to the kitchen and stirs the sauce that's currently cooking in the pan

Half of an hour later you hear a car pull up the drive and your chair falls over from how fast you stand up

You run to the front door and practically vibrate from excitement when you see the handle pull down

"MOMMY! MAMA! YOU HOME! YOU HOME!!"

Wanda drops her bags and picks you up

"Hi baby we missed you so so much" she rubs her nose against yours and chuckles

Nat comes around your other side and kisses your cheek

"Привет моя любовь" (hi my love) Nat takes Wanda's and her bags upstairs whilst Wanda carries you to the kitchen where she sees Carol

"Oh... Carol, I didn't realise you were here"

Wanda places you in your highchair so she can take over cooking from Carol

"Yeah I'm still here, this cutie must've used the emergency list to call me," She strokes your chin "Said she needed help so I came 'round straight away"

Wanda glares at her "What kind of help did she need that required....You?"

Carol gulps and takes a step back "I can't tell you, it's her surprise for you"

"Mommyyyyy! Be nice! We jus makin dinner for 'oo! Wanted make dinner for us thwree an Aun'ie Cawol jus helpin'."

You huff and pout as Wanda's eyes softened towards Carol

"Oh Carol I'm so sorry, I just assumed the worst and I shouldn't have I'm truly sorry" She hugs Carol and they make up just as the Oven dings to signal the meal was ready

In the end, You and your mommies enjoy a fancy meal (with Auntie Carol to make up for the misunderstanding) and finish the day off with watching your favourite movie: Frozen

"Bye bye Aun'ie Carol, fank yoo fo' helping make dinner!" You squeeze her goodbye before having to go to bed as it was your bedtime

"Did you brush your little teethies малышка?" Nat asks, as she climbs into bed behind you, as Wanda snuggles into you into her front

"Mhm, sleepy time now?" You hold onto Wanda and use her chest to rub your itchy face

"Yes sweetheart, sleepy time now goodnight darling" Your mommies hold onto you as your soft snores fill the quiet room

"We love you" They say before drifting off to sleep too.

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Thanks For Reading <3

My requests are now open again because I'm ready to get back into writing

#marvel #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy wanda #mama nat #mommy!wanda #mommy!natasha #wandanat fluff #wandanat x reader #age regression #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natsha romanoff #wanda maximoff

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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kisses with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: hanbin's is slightly suggestive? i think? but nothing other than that! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: thank u anon for the request i've been wanting to write smth like this :D im not sure if its 100% what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"does this look okay?" you couldn't help but ask your boyfriend; looking in the mirror at the outfit you chose. it was nice, sure, but with a boyfriend like jiwoong by your side you had to make sure you didn't look completely like a fool. "it looks great, you look great." he smiled, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his vision moving to the mirror to look at the two of you.

you couldn't help but melt into his touch as he leaned down to press light kisses on your neck. "my love, you always look gorgeous," he said in between placing kisses on your skin before turning you away from the mirror and towards him. "now let's get going," he placed one last kiss on your lips, savouring the moment and letting his lips linger. his hand came up to cup your cheek, gently so as to not ruin your makeup, and smiling into yet another kiss.

"jiwoong," you mumbled against his lips, "don't we have to go?" he pulled away with a pout on his now slightly lipstick-covered lips. "why do we have to go to this dinner," an even louder sigh escaped his lips, "you're all i could want anyways." you brought your thumb up to wipe off the makeup that now adorned his lips before smiling, "well you have me," it was your turn to reach up and plant a kiss on his lips, "so let's not let these outfits go to waste."

zhang hao ;

you hadn't expected to come home so late, but when you walked into your shared bedroom with your boyfriend hao, you made an attempt to get ready for bed quietly. you were under the impression it had worked, until you got to your side of the bed and went to get in. "you're home," you could barely make out hao's sleepy mumbles, but what you could make out was his arm holding up the blanket to let you in; sliding under the covers you turned to your boyfriend.

"hi hao, go back to bed, i didn't mean to wake you." the only response you got from the boy was the feeling of his hand on your side, trailing up till he found your face in the darkness of the room. with his hand on your cheek he leaned in to feel your lips against his. "missed you." he mumbled against your lips, the feeling sending sparks through your body. "missed you too hao." you managed to get out before kissing him again, your hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

eventually, you pulled away, both feeling the weight of the day weighing on you and wanting to let the drowsiness take over. with his hand resting over your waist, you relaxed into the bed and let your eyes shut. "goodnight hao." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. while you couldn't see him, you just knew he was smiling back at you. "goodnight love."

hanbin ;

"did it hurt?" you asked, tracing the tattoos across hanbin's chest, dragging your finger to trace the lines of his collarbones as well. "it wasn't pleasant," he giggled, whether at the ticklish feeling of your light touches or just because, you didn't know. "but it wasn't too bad." a sheepish smile spread across his face partnered with a blush as he took notice of the way your eyes trailed over his skin so intently.

"too bad i couldn't have kissed it better," the words fell from your lips without much thought, but it made hanbin's breath catch in his throat. "you, you still could." the blush on his face had darkened and he had to resist the urge to hide his face in his hands at the suggestion. without another moment passing you kissed the boy, his hands subconsciously coming to rest on your side and trace shapes on your skin. you trailed down his jaw ending at his collarbone, peppering kisses across his skin until you reached the delicate celestial tattoos adorning his body, much like paint on a canvas. "pretty."

after a few more moments you reconnected your lips, "you're the pretty one," he mumbled against you before pulling apart and resting your foreheads against each other, taking the opportunity to take in the moment, memorizing every feature on his face. he took your hands in his, squeezing them tight. "my pretty y/n."

you flushed at the nickname, your heart skipping a beat without even realizing before squeezing his hand back, "my pretty hanbin."

matthew ;

"in what world is strawberry the best flavour." you huffed in disbelief at your boyfriends ice cream opinion, getting a smug smile in return. "in this one," he said matter-of-factly, taking another taste of the pink dessert. "you don't know what you're missing out on y/n." you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, taking a bite of your own ice cream.

matthew had to stifle a giggle when he saw you, leaving you to raise your eyebrow in confusion. "what?" you whined, seeing the smile on his face get wider. "you just have a little ice cream on your nose," he brought his thumb up to wipe it off, unable to stop smiling at just how cute you were. "anything else?" you joked.

he only nodded, causing you to sigh at the state of yourself. before you could whine any more, matthew had connected your lips in a short kiss. "there," he smiled, "got it!" you were a little dumbfounded, but that didn't stop you from pulling him in to kiss his lips again, leaving one last peck before you pulled apart.

"you taste like strawberries." you mumbled, your thumb coming up to your lips, seeing your boyfriend flash his biggest smile back at you. "not so bad is it?"

taerae ;

it wasn't often that taerae got sentimental, but when he did it was always adorable in your eyes; his smile would grow and his eyes would soften just talking about how much he loved you, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. as much as you loved hearing his kind words, you couldn't fight the urge to kiss him anymore. leaning in to connect his lips with yours had pretty effectively quieted him down.

"god you're perfect," he whispered against your lips, continuing his tangent from earlier; this time in muffled whispers against your lips in between kisses. his hands had found themselves on you; one tangled in your hair and the other finding purchase on your waist, keeping you in place. your own hands resting on his shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer until you needed air.

you both pulled apart with ear to ear smiles, and you couldn't help but be aware of his hand still on your waist as you find yourself leaning into it. "have i told you how perfect you are?" he asked, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and you couldn't help but laugh a little. "you did just a few minutes ago taerae."

"but that was a few minutes ago," he leaned in to peck your lips again, "i'm gonna tell you how perfect you are until i run out of breath."

ricky ;

"i just don't know what to do," your voice trailed off as you brought your hands up to cover your face. "everything is just so overwhelming." you felt bad for your boyfriend ricky, always having to deal with your ramblings, but he didn't seem bothered by it; always sitting and patiently listening to you and your thoughts.

now that you were both sure you had finished your tangent. ricky couldn't help but lean in to place a kiss on your lips, effectively pulling you out of your head enough to calm down. "it's okay," he smiled, "you're not gonna go through this alone, so there's no point worrying about that right now." this time placing his hand on yours and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

you breathed a sigh of relief, connecting your lips once again. "thank you," you muttered between kisses, "i don't know what i'd do without you." ricky only hummed as his hand found its place at the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest; his other hand reaching up to hold the back of your head, planting a kiss on your head, "you don't have to, i'm never leaving your side."

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin-" you whined out, hoping your boyfriend would hear you from the other room, "i need your help." you called out, soon being welcomed with a smile as he sees your predicament. "can't reach?" he asked, smirking at the cabinet that seemed to be just too far out of your reach. "listen," you started, letting out a joking huff at the boy to match the pout across your face, hopeful to convince him. "are you going to help me or not?"

he thought about it for a moment before letting a mischievous smile spread across his face, "i'll help you, but for a price." you couldn't help but laugh at his antics, only giving him a nod to continue his train of thought. "i'm going to need payment in kisses," his smile widened as did your eyes, "no free labor here!"

you only sighed before taking a step closer and leaning up to reach his lips, giving him a small peck before looking expectantly between him and the top shelf of the cabinet, "there. now help me." when gyuvin leaned closer you had thought nothing of it; until he went for your lips. his hands wrapped around your waist, opting to lift you onto the counter so you were closer to his height. the two of you pulled away a few minutes later, cheeks flushed and smiles wide.

you turned to look behind you, grabbing the box off the top shelf now that you were on the counter, "didn't need you anyways!" you giggled, hopping off the counter and sticking your tongue out at gyuvin to taunt him, getting a huff in return. "i'm the whole reason you got up there!"

gunwook ;

"i got in!" you yelled, holding the acceptance letter in your shaking hands. "oh my god," gunwook matched your energy, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, "i knew you would!." he let you back down, his one hand grabbing your waist to stabilize you for a moment before holding your face with the other, leaning in for a congratulatory kiss.

"you deserve this." you'd almost think he was more excited than you with the way he had been cheering you on, but that's just how he was. "thank you gunwookie," you brought your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips again, both smiling into the kiss.

you pulled apart from each other's lips, still with your arms around each other, "you know what this calls for?" you asked, seeing the gears in his head turning as he thought what specifically you were thinking. "another kiss?" he shyly asked, unable to contain his enjoyment of the affection. you laughed at the boy, "not what i was gonna say," you paused to pull him down closer, "but that works too."

connecting your lips for the nth time that afternoon, you couldn't help but smile before separating again"i'm so proud of you," he hummed as he playfully pecked your forehead, "and what better way to celebrate than with your lovely boyfriend, am i right?"

yujin ;

"and that is how it's done." yujin said, neatly kicking the soccer ball into the goal before turning expectantly to you, "your turn." you let out a laugh of disbelief, "yujin, do you really think i can do that?" instead of responding, he opted to just kick the soccer ball your way, hitting your shin in the process. while it didn't hurt that bad, the shock caused you to let out a yelp.

"oh god, are you okay?" he rushed to your side, immediately checking to make sure you weren't badly hurt. you laughed at the boy, reassuring him it didn't hit you hard, but he insisted he should make it up to you for how sorry he was. "well i've got an idea how you could make it up to me." you smiled widely, getting a caring, but confused look in return.

you pointed to your cheek, hoping he would get the hint, and he did. leaving a quick peck on your cheek with a sheepish smile, causing yours to grow even wider. as you turned to the boy, you hadn't realized he was going in for another one, and your lips touched in a chaste kiss; it was clumsy, bumping noses and all, but it was perfect to you. "oh, hello," you chuckled, bringing your hand up to your lips.

"i didn't mean to," he rushed out, cheeks a deep crimson. "yujin it's okay," you grabbed his hand in yours, "i thought it was cute."

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ell-alexanderarnold · 9 months

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Okay ı have one,trent going f1 with u and he jealous of u for some driver maybe carlos or lewis

Like fluff 💘💘 hope u like it ( i love ur works btw 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼)

I’m yours

Summary: When on the grid, Trent isn’t the only one who’s keeping an eye out for you.

Fluff

Note: Loved this request! And I hope you love this one too, enjoy 🫂 Also I thought about this song :) ⤹

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As a little girl you always sat watching Formula 1 on the tv. It was all so exciting watching the qualifying and of course the race the day after. You were always so blown away by how fast the cars were going and all the things that were going on and off the grid.

And your childhood dream is soon coming true. Trent knows your passion and love for Formula 1, it’s always something you talk about with him. You’ve watched so many races with him and every time you tell him how much you would love to go to one. Little did you know that he planned a big surprise for you in the meantime.

You woke up feeling kisses all over your cheeks and you groaned, annoyed at Trent for waking you up but it was the best thing in the morning.

“Trent I could’ve slept longer!” You complained and put the duvet over your head as Trent chuckled.

“It’s a big day today babe” Trent said as you got up from the bed, half asleep.

“No it isn’t, I have to clean the entire house and then I’ll watch the qualifying until I fall asleep” You chatted and sighed whilst you picked up clothes from the floor to put in the laundry.

“It’s only Saturday Y/n, we can clean when we get home” Trent consoled and you stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly looking at him in confusion.

“Get home from what Trent?” You asked him and he got out of the bed and walked towards you, smiling.

“You know Silverstone is this weekend?” He began.

“Of course I know that..why?” You wondered.

“I have this girl who really likes to watch F1, and I would love to take her to the grand prix with me” Trent revealed and you jumped right into his arms, squealing in excitement.

“Are you taking me to Silverstone!?” You gasped and he nodded watching you being the happiest girl ever, he’d never seen you smile this much.

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning, so you have all day to pack your stuff. Don’t worry about the cleaning, I’ll fix it” Trent assured and you went to find your suitcase, too excited about everything.

You spent the entire day packing and you were in your own little bubble while doing it, making sure you don’t forget anything. The last thing you put in your suitcase is your Mercedes cap, which you know will piss Trent off because he supports Redbull.

He sneeks up behind you and says “Sure you don’t want a Redbull cap?” And you stand up after closing your suitcase, staring at him.

“Yes I’m pretty sure” You answered and he helped you get your suitcase up from the floor.

Later at night you prepared to go to sleep, but it was hard. You were sure that the nerves would keep you awake, and you will only wait until you get to the circuit.

As you were lost in your thoughts while brushing your teeth, you felt his hands around your waist from behind.

“Are you excited for tomorrow, love?” Trent inquired and you laid your hand on his as you nodded, mouth filled with toothpaste.

He carried you to the bed, making you blush with all of his princess treatments. He placed you down and kissed you forehead with his soft pillow lips. Then he slipped into the bed beside you, ran his hands through your hair as you started to feel more tired.

“I love you T, thank you for surprising me. I can’t wait to experience this with you” You said and yawned.

“Anything for my girl, goodnight Y/n” Trent replied and you dozed off, your dream about to come true when you wake in the morning.

You slept surprisingly well although you were full of nerves and excitement the night before. You got up from the bed smiling knowing what’s going to happen today. Your first F1 race, it felt surreal to you and you couldn’t believe that in a few hours you’re standing on the grid with your lover.

Trent was already up, preparing the last things before you two leave.

“Hey babe, did you sleep well?” Trent asked and hugged you once you walked down the stairs.

“Yeah” You simply responded and walked past him to get breakfast for yourself but Trent quickly led you away from the kitchen to the table where he had cooked breakfast for you.

You looked at him in awe and kissed his cheek, “You’re the sweetest person ever!” You exclaimed and then sat down at the table, not wanting to waste any time because you were leaving soon.

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A few hours later you entered the paddock, there were people everywhere wearing their team’s shirts and of course a lot of media staff taking pictures of your well known boyfriend. You walked beside Trent holding his hand tightly as you were walking down the paddock to get to the Redbull garage.

You were proud to be wearing your Mercedes cap in the Redbull garage even though you felt like everyone was watching you. Trent and you were guided around and a few mechanics told you about the car and Trent met up with Max Verstappen to switch shirts. You stood in the corner watching, trying not to freak out because theres a world champion in front of you. But that wasn’t really the world champion you wanted to meet. Your friends and family is aware of your support for Lewis Hamilton and you couldn’t help but try to find him today.

Max wished Trent good luck for the season he has ahead of him and you two went back to the grid.

“Trent… can we please go into the Mercedes garage?” You asked and hold your hand behind your back, hoping he would do it for you.

“Y/n I really want to go with you but I promised Marcell to follow him to the Ferrari’s. I’ll join you later okay?” He answered and you pouted. He gave you one quick peck on your cheek before running off to his brother.

And there you were on the grid, living your actual childhood dream.

You saw the garage, continuing walking towards it as you started to feel more and more nervous. The race didn’t start until one hour so you had some time to spend in the garage of your favourite team.

You got smiles from the mechanics and looked around your surroundings, it was exactly how you imagined it to be. Until you saw him.

You could see Lewis standing not far from you and you thought that you had not come this far just to look at him so you made your way towards him, trying to get the courage to ask for a photo.

You thought about how Trent would react when he sees the photo, you always dreamt about meeting a driver.

Slowly you tap his shoulder and he turns around with a smile on his face.

“Hi Lewis, can I ask for a photo?” You finally say and took a deep breath, trying not to mess anything up.

“Yes of course, what’s your name?” Lewis responds and you search for your phone in your purse, your hands almost shaking.

“Y/n” You said and smiled as you found your phone and took the picture.

“Y/n, lovely to meet you. Enjoy the race!” He expressed and shot a look at your cap.

“Thank you I will! Good luck” You smiled and noticed how he observed your cap, making you smile even more walking out from the garage to join Trent again.

You met up with Trent and you got to your seats to watch the race. You couldn’t wait for the race to start, and you thought it was more exciting watching it because Max didn’t get pole position as usual.

Trent held your hand as everyone on the track were fixing everything in the last minute, and it was only about time until they started the formation lap.

“You’re ready?” Trent whispered in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. You looked at him and nodded as he leant in for a quick kiss before your attention was focused on the race.

The checkered flag was waving and the race was over. You can’t believe that you just saw an Formula 1 race. The crowd was cheering, two British boys on the podium, one of them was Lewis which you were the most happy for. Trent was happy with Max winning again and you could do nothing but to roll your eyes at him mocking you as he always does when Redbull wins.

As you and Trent stood by the exit and were preparing to leave, your eyes catches someone else’s eye. You could see Lewis glancing at you and you glanced back, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes made contact. You know you shouldn’t be doing that when you have a boyfriend, but you saw it as just a fun thing not knowing it will come with consequences. You could never forget how kind Lewis was to you and the way he noticed your cap, your inner child was jumping up and down with excitement for sure.

“Hey bro, is it just me or does your bird seem to have something going on with Mr. Hamilton” Marcell noted and Trent looked over at you, seeing that you’re completely lost in your own world with some other guy.

He felt the side of him come through that he knew you didn’t like, jealousy. You’re his, not some kind of driver’s girlfriend.

“Enjoying the view are we?” Trent spoke up and you jumped out of your little bubble turning your face to him as he placed his hand on your hip, marking you as his visibly infront of Lewis.

“What?” You replied, studying the look on his face.

“Oh nothing, we should get going Y/n” He simply said and you two started to walk and you took one last glance of Lewis Hamilton.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant by that comment but you knew that it couldn’t be good. It was something your mind had to think about but you already knew in fact it was painted all over his face, his jealousy.

Because of how far away from home you and Trent were, you decided to stay in a hotel in London for a few days. It was a nice cozy hotel room and a good way to finish your day was to take a shower and then go off to bed.

But as you stood in the bathroom applying your serum you could only think about what Trent said earlier. “Enjoying the view are we?”

Of course you enjoyed the view but what exactly did he meant?

Trent stood beside you and he had just finished brushing his teeth. You watched him in the mirror almost draining himself in his body lotion and you giggled for yourself, but you had to ask him about earlier.

“Hey T” You began as he looked up at you in the mirror.

“Yeah”

“You know when we were about to leave and you said that I was enjoying the view” You mentioned and he hummed in response.

“What did you mean by that?” You continued and met his eyes through the mirror.

“Someone couldn’t take their eyes off of Sir Lewis” He shrugged and you held yourself back from laughing, you found it so funny.

“Trent you’re joking right?” You chuckled and smiled as he rolled his eyes.

“I just didn’t like the way he looked at you” He told you and then walked up behind you, kissing your neck.

“You’re mine and mine only.” He whispered against your neck and it made you forget all about Lewis in one second. You leaned your head back, allowing him to kiss you all over your neck.

“So you were jealous?” You asked and he chuckled because he know you could read him well in those moments.

“I was” He admitted and you two walked out of the bathroom, both tired and just wanted to sleep.

As you laid down with him you thought whatever happens, if you see a cute man on a night out or if a guy comes up to you in the club, or in this case if a Formula 1 driver likes to have some sort of staring contest with you, no matter what you know who you belong to. You know that no one can love you like Trent do and in that way, you’re gonna forget about the little tension you and Lewis had.

“Trent, you know I’m yours right?” You soothed and cupped his face.

“I know you are Y/n” He murmured.

“And you’re mine” You added.

“Is that so?” Trent teased and you started laughing and he flipped you over so that you were lying on top of his chest and you eventually fell asleep, with a head full of dreams and a loving boyfriend who you know is going to stick around for a long time.

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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Hello, it's me again, hope you're having a wonderful day ^u^. I was wondering what your headcanons for how the Sinclair trio (individually not poly) would handle a reserved S/O getting completely drunk for the first time and becoming a smiley, chatty, sociable butterfly but also so out of control - can't walk straight, can't do anything without breaking things XD Loved your last reply to my ask btw

Hello, again :3

Tw: drunk reader, love confessions, a bit of angst

The Sinclair Brothers with a drunk s/o

Part 2

Bo: Tucks you In

The moment he sees you stumble after you seventh shot of his strongest whiskey, he's laughing to himself, shaking his head. He'll take his time to gather you up and clean your mess because he's also drunk with you, but at least he hasn't tried to set the piano on fire.... twice!

And, for some reason, you started talking to a house plant and plotted a plan to take over Louisiana? Bo was impress, thinking, 'A ten-step-plan on taking down the governemt? Darling, you're so amazing!

Anyways, he takes your hands and pull you closer, your drunk lips meeting his to taste his last beer. Bo help up his hands in shock, but his eyes roll back as he returns the kiss, bringing it deeper and passionate. He feels you tug his shirt, standing on your tipy-toes, arms around his neck, and smiling against his lips. To Bo, you feel fucking amazing! He burns for you, but... not like this. He can't take you like this. There's too much regret that'll follow on your end, and he can't pick up that mess. No matter how strong he is, he can't do that.

"Ya made quit the mess, darlin'," he hums. "Should getcha t'bed." He pushes back your hair, admiring your little smile in the broken glass.

"You'll sleep-" hick-up "-with me, right?" You giggled. You feel lighter than a feather as you lean against him. "Keep-" hick-up "-keep me warm."

Bo wants to take that offer, but he wants your mind to be straight, keep your mind and fears in the morning just on the mess you made in the living room. "No, y/n," he whispers, planting a kiss on your head. "'M lettin' ya have t'bed to yourself."

"But snuggles!"

Again, he pulls you into a kiss, shutting you up. When he pulls away, he guides you to bed and helps you undress and in your pjs. He'll give you a kiss goodnight and turn on the bathroom light for you.

"Stay with me?" you asked, taking his hand. "Just-" hickup "-just until I sleep?"

He gives you a carefree smile as he sits on the edge as he holds your hand. He hums a gentle lullaby and watches your drunk-self go to sleep. Bo leans down and kisses your temple, brushing your hair. He decided a couple things that night: keep you away from liquor, make sure you're already in your pjs, and to turn on the nightlight so you don't trip. But the most important thing came up, too.

He decided that you stolen his heart the first time you took a shot without flinching at the burn.

When you wake up, you realize something that almost seems to sad but blissful at the same time: you had your first kiss, and it was with Bo Sinclair.

And you will never tell him.

Vincent: Cuddle Bug

As he leads you back to bed, you knocked over his tools and some of his harden wax. Luckily, he already put away the real hare for the night when you told him about the mixed drinks you wanted to try. After making two AMFs, downing a pitcher of Bo's mixture, and taking shots with Lester, you were two sheets from the window. You leaned against him as he guided you down the steps, holding you up as you giggled about every little thing. Under different situations, Vincent would admire you and your clumsy nature.

He undresses you and has you put on your shirt, but your head got caught in the sleeved and had him help you. He felt like he was taking care of Bo all over again when he didn't know his limits.

As he lays you down, you pull on his sleeve, asking, "Can I-I lay on your chest, Vincent? Please?" You whined as you pulled him closer. "I-I love smelling you." A grin formed as you kissed his mask; you've never done that before. "I love you."

He knows your drunk; you don't mean it. You don't love him... but still...

"Cuddle me to sleep?" You asked again. "Please?"

He gives in and takes off his boots. Climbing in and going under the covers, you wiggle up and rest your head on his chest, right over his heart. You close your eyes and slurred, "I wanna marry you one day."

He can't say anything. Stop giving him false hopes of having a family with him. Stop it!

"And I wanna have kids and-" hick-up "-and have you love me every day!" You look up at his mask and laid a hand on his cheek. "I wanna see your pretty face every day, cuddle bug." You giggled as you lowered your head. "I love you, Vincent. I love... love you."

Blissfully, you drifted to sleep as you hold his shirt tightly like a blanket, snuggling into his chest like a pillow. The rest of the night, he holds you close and rubs your back, his heart breaking with every breath you take.

Lester: Passing Out

Lester isn't a heavy drinker, but he'll take a few shots with you, down a beer, and still have room for a jello shot. Where's all that alcohol going in him? Listen, no one knows, but you try to keep up with him and fail.

"Did you know that-that you're cute?" You asked as you pinched his cheeks, giggling and blushing. "You're just the cutest!"

Lester believes you for a moment as he takes away your empty beer bottle. "Yeah, sweet pea?"

You giggle and mimc him, "Sweet pea." You lean forward and kiss his neck. "You talk cute and funny, too."

"Yer drunk, dear," he laughs as he leans back on the couch for you to lay down. "But y'all funny, too."

You feel sleep start taking you. "Yeah?" You yawned. "How?"

"Yer just are, hon," he looks down at you as he watched sleep take you. "I love you," he confessed as you started to drift. "I know ya won't remember me sayin' it, but I love ya, y/n. I love ya so much it hurts." He hears your small snores, and he frowns. "Y'alls so bright and happy lik' a kitten. Yer my kitten." He closes his eyes and shake his head. He reaches behind him and turned on the lamp. "Sleep well, darlin'. Dream well an' dream o' lovin' someone. Lovin' Bo. Lovin' Vincent. But not of me," he smiles sadly at you and kisses your hand. "Never dream of me, sweet pea." He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes, whispering, "Night, little owl. Love ya."

When you wake up, you don't remember his confession, and you didn't dream about his brothers. Your dream was your wedding day, and Lester holding your hand for forever.

What a silly and sad dream to have, y/n.

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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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My Best Friend’s Brother

Part 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and Chris sturniolo

HEY this is part two, so make sure you go and read the first part of the story : P1

Summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

Warnings: an anxiety attack takes place in this part so if that bothers you please refrain from reading, anxiety, depression, swearing, mentions of a toxic, abusive house hold, mentions of not eating, suggestive parts (oops)

no smut yet….(just u wait)

starting directly after part one here we go

When I walked in they both glanced at me. Matt released one of his headphones. "Well? Where is he?" He asked glancing from me to the screen in front of him. "He's..um coming" I said looking down and sitting back down next to Nick. I felt Nick's eyes on me. I glanced over at him. "What?" I asked in an high pitched voice. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head going back to his phone.

A few minutes later Chris opened the door, looking down at his phone and walking over to Matt putting one elbow on his shoulder. "How's it looking?" He asked peering at the screen. I made note not to look up at him. Mostly because I didn't want another look from Nick. I saw in my peripheral vision Chris turn to look at Nick and I. I didn't give in, staring intently on my phone. I felt his eyes on me. Nick looked up dropping his phone on his stomach.

"What?" He spat. Chris shook his head and looked back at Matt's screen. Nick looked back at me before picking up his phone, shaking his head.

I was scrolling through my phone when Chris yelled.

"Fucking hell! Are you kidding me! That fucking-" Chris groaned shaking his head. "Chris shut up" Nick shook his head. I glanced over at him. His jaw clenched shut, eyes narrowed on the screen, anger present on his face. I swallowed before turning back to my phone.

After 30 more minutes of hearing Chris screaming and groaning, pacing around the room with his hands placed on his head exposing his lower stomach, and quite literally throwing his headset, I needed to leave.

What was wrong with me? He was my best friend's brother. I couldn't. I shouldn't. Why was his anger turning me on so badly? I think it was just the events from earlier. But the way he was breathing I- I had to get out of here.

I sat up quickly off the bed, catching Nick and Chris's attention. "What are you doing?" Nick asked at my sudden movement. Chris took one of his headphones off but stayed stared at the screen.

"I'm just tired. Long day, cold shower-" I shook my head. I saw Chris smirk out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to glare at him but didn't. "I just have to go to bed" I said standing off the bed. "Okay well. Goodnight" Nick said rolling his eyes. I hit his leg. "Ow" He whined holding his leg out of reach.

"I love you. I'll see you in the morning" I smiled at him. He smiled. I turned to walk out the door, but Nick stopped me.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. Tomorrow I'll be out" He said suspiciuosly looking down at his phone. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "And why is that Nicolas?" I smiled. He smiled, not looking up at me. "You have a date!" I cheered hitting him again. He whined again pulling his leg closer to him.

"What with who?" Matt said turning around to look at Nick. "It's not a date!" Nick sat up. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. "Who is he!" I asked hitting him. He glared at me. "I'm sorry!" I said holding my hands up.

"Who is it Nicky!" Chris said sarcastically turning to look at him. Nick glared at Chris. "This is why I don't tell you guys anything" Nick said turning over. I crawled back over him, hovering over him and grabbing his shoulder.

"Tell me the man's name" I yelled. His eyes widened and he pushed me off of him. I laughed as I fell on the bed. "Okay okay werido, his name is Holton" He smiled. I smiled clapping. Chris looked at me. "Why are you so happy?" Chris glared. I glared back at him. "Because this is the second date ever Nick's gone on with a man" I smiled at Nick.

"Please fall in love so I can live vicariuosly through you" I smiled at him. He pushed me. "You wish you male deprived bitch" He said. I gasped and held my chest with my hand. Nick laughed at me.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." I shook my head, but as I exited I couldn't help notice Chris's eyes following me on the way out.

Nick left about an hour ago. I honestly couldn't wait to hear all about his date when he got back. I tapped my fingers against my leg anxiously awaiting until his return. I'm not going to lie, I've locked myself in my room since he left, afraid of confrontation with Chris and also running in Matt and him trying to baby me all over again.

The alone time was nice, for the first 30 minutes. I stared up at the ceiling.

"This was your fault y/n. Yours."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "No" I whispered shaking my head. I ran my hands through my hair.

"You are not my daughter. I'm leaving and you better hope I never come back"

I sprung my eyes opened. "No" I said again rubbing my eyes.

"Dad please. I-just don't" I breathed with my hands in front of my face as I backed against the doorway.

I sprang up on my bed. The room felt stuffy. I couldn't breath. My breaths were long and hard. I gripped my shirt with my hands. "Fuck" My voice cracked out. I took in a sporadic breath. I could hear my heart beat in my throat. I shook my head gripping my hair. This was not happening right now.

I stood up off my bed, pacing back and forth attempting to control my breath. I tried to speak to myself to keep my mind under control, but I couldn't. My voice wasn't producing any noise. Just unsteady breaths. I shook my head, closing my eyes. Don't remember. Don't remember. Don't do this to yourself y/n. Even me trying to talk myself down from my head, it wasn't working.

What was happening? Why couldn't I breathe? Unsteady short breaths came out of my mouth like a cycle. It was hard to breath. I couldn't breathe in this room. I glanced to the door. Outside. Go outside. I walked quickly through the door and opened it, sprinting down the stairs and out the front door.

That only made my heartbeat quicken, making it worse. I almost fell down the steps as I walked down the driveway and out towards the road. The air was cold, less stuffy. Good, but not better. It wasn't going away.

I gripped my chest as I stumbled in front of me. I leaned back looking towards the sky. My hands were shaking. Please make this stop. Please. I thought to myself over and over. I didn't know what else to do.

Please.

"Y/n?"

I turned to see Chris quickly walking out of the front door and down the steps. Of fucking course. I turned away from him. This was the last person I wanted to see me like this. He approached me quickly. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I pushed him back and leaned over, putting my hands on my knees, bending over. I shook my head, unable to speak. All I could do was shake my head.

I glanced up at him, continuing to shake my head. He looked down at me with a scared expression. "Y/n, you have to sit up straight. You're breathing won't stop like that. You're compressing your lungs. Sit up" He said sternly. I blinked down at the pavement at my feet and stood back up straight. I gripped my chest again and whined closing my eyes.

Chris walked over to me again putting his hand on my back. I stepped back from him.

"C-Chris go i-inside" I managed to muster out. "No" He said instantly. "Sit down. Sit" He said grabbing my arm and moving me to the grass next to us. I didn't have the energy to fight him at this point, so I sat. He sat next to me, his hand still on my arm. His other hand placed on my knee, as he stared deeply at my face. I glanced to him and then back in front of me. My face scrunched with pain and confusion. I let out another whine as I held my head back trying to feel the cold air around me.

"Tell me what's wrong. What hurts?" He asked quickly, not looking away from my face for a second. Shortness of breath can out of my mouth, over and over. Like I had just run a marathon. My hands shaking in front of me. I pointed to my chest over and over, not looking at him.

He grabbed my shaking hand. I turned to look at him. This was so embarssing. But that's not what was running through my mind. It was the little oxygen running through my lungs. I let out a cry leaning my hand against our hands that were together.

"Chris I can't b-breath" I said harshly. Not another second passed before he spoke again.

"Y/n. Tell me 3 things you can see right now" I lifted my head and looked at him, with confusion. I shook my head and looked down. "Y/n sit up and tell me 3 things you can see around us. Look around. Focus" He ordered squeezing my hand. I sat up and looked at him and the concern in his eyes. I nodded and looked around, in the darkness around us.

"Car" I whispered, attempting to breath. He nodded. I blinked looking around us. "Grass" I said shaking my head. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. "I'm so scared" I said closing my eyes. Chris shook his head.

"No, no. You're doing so good. Just one more thing y/n. You can do it. What's one more thing you can see?" He said quickly. I looked around us. I spotted a bike on the side of one of the neighbors house's.

"Bike" I said taking a breath. "3 things you can hear" He said after I finished. I attempted to take a deep breath, but failed. "Don't try to focus on you're breathing. Focus on what i'm saying. Listen to my voice" He said calmly looking at me and rubbing his thumb over my hand. I nodded looking at his eyes. I felt myself start to calm down, just looking at him.

"3 things you can hear y/n/n. What can you hear?" He asked softly, not breaking eye contact. I just looked at him and swallowed. I closed my eyes attempting to focus like he said. "Plane" I breathed. I listened. "Highway" I said after a few more seconds.

"Good. Good. Now what else? What else can you hear?" He asked quietly. I blinked at him. "You" I said after a second. He smiled softly and nodded.

My eyes glanced all over the place. Losing my focus.

"What's 2 things you can touch?" He said. I looked away from him.

"You're impossible to love! You stand here asking me to love you, but how could I? Look at you! You'd be lucky to find anyone to love you! You're pathetic"

I squeezed my eyes shut shaking my head. I pushed Chris's hands away and attempted to move away from him. I felt like I was going to throw up, my breathing got worse. I gripped my chest and my legs started to shake.

"Y/n look at me" He said grabbing my hand. I tried to pull away but I didn't have the strength. My eye's stayed closed. All I could see was my dad. The look on his face. I felt Chris's hand come under my chin, making me flinch and open my eyes.

"Two things you can touch. What can you touch? Tell me something you can touch" He said looking between my eyes. My face scrunched and my lips quivering. I tapped my hand against the ground. My other hand shaking in his.

"Um-" I breathed looking down at my hand. "Rocks" I said swallowing. He nodded. "What else?" He asked after a second. I looked down at out hands. I moved my finger over the bracelet on his wrist.

"Bracelet" I said looking up at him. He nodded smiling at me. "You're doing so good" He whispered looking at me. I'd never seen this side of Chris before. I didn't even know he was capable of acting like this, but that's not what I was thinking about.

"2 things you can smell, go" He said, like a coach. I nodded. "Concrete" I said quickly. He let go a breath, smiling and nodding. I bit my lip, so hard almost cutting it. Focus. Focus. "What else can you smell?" He asked softly. Cologne filled my nose. Something I had noticed until I focused.

"Cologne" I said almost subconsiously waiting for a snarky remark. Chris nodded. "What does it smell like?" He asked afterwards. I looked up at him furrowing my eyebrows. "What?" My voice broke.

"The cologne. What does it smell like? Can you tell me what it smells like to you?" He asked rubbing his thumb over my hand. What does the cologne smell like? Why do I need to provide details? I couldn't think of details. Not right now. I looked in front of me. I swallowed.

"I hate you! I hate you-"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Chris quickly lifted his wrist up to my face. "Y/n right now, tell me what it smells like" He said stopping the memory in his tracks. My eyes shot open. I bit my shaky lips. Focus.

"Like-" I stuttered. "Like cashmere" I said quickly. "Like a boy" I said shaking my head. "Like tobaccoo, but not like cigarettes" I shook my head. "What does that mean?" Chris asked immediatly after. I looked at him and then back down at his hand.

"Like not like you smoke but-but like the outside when you're by the campfire" I said shaking my head. "Like only the happy memories by the campfire, like the smoke, but not in a suffocating way." I swallowed. "And-and it's not the expensive kind but not the kind you don't know the brand of" I said rambling on, looking up at him. He lowered his hand.

"What brand does it smell like?" He asked looking at me. I blinked up at him as his hand fell back on my knee. "Like- not dior, but not a no-name brand. Like-" I looked up thinking.

"YSL" I asked looking up at him. "Do you like the smell?" He asked. I nodded. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Chris I don't get why this is important-" I stopped myself when I realized my heart beat didn't feel like it was beating out of my chest. My breathing my normal and wasn't hurting my throat. I looked down at my hands and they weren't shaking anymore. I looked up at him.

"YSL cashmere and Montale Wood. You're good" Chris smiled at me. I let out a deep breath, the first one in a while and I leaned back until my back was against the grass and I was looking up at the sky. Chris looked down at me for a second.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly. I blinked up at him. "What was that?" I asked as we looked at each other. "A panic attack" He said looking at me with a soft expression. I let out a breath. "I thought I was dying" I said shaking my head. He nodded. "That's usually what they feel like" He said hovering beside. I looked up at him.

"How did you know what to do?" I asked. He bit his lip. "Matt gets them. So I know what to do to make him calm down." He explained looking at me. I nodded and turned away. After a few seconds Chris spoke again.

"So this was your first one?" He asked softly. I glanced up at him and nodded slowly. He looked down, letting out a breath. "Do you what caused it?" He asked cauisosly. I blinked up at him. I looked down at my hands. Chris rubbed his hand over my knee softly, making me realize his hand was still on my leg. I looked down at his hand. He then looked down, before removing his hand.

"Sorry" He said pulling his hand towards him. I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. "Can you do me a favor Chris?" I asked softly, sitting up to his eye level. He looked at me for a second before nodding. I looked across his face. It should be illegal the way the streetlight illuminated his facial features, promptly showing his sharp jaw link and cheek bones. I swallowed looking down at my hands. Maybe If I didn't look at him, the thoughts running through my brain right now would stop.

"Can you not tell Nick about this?" I whispered. He was quiet for a second. I started to question if he heard me, but when I looked at him he spoke. "Why?" He asked softly. I bit my lip and took a breath. "I don't want him to worry about me" I said looking at him. Chris blinked at me for a second before scoffing. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why are you so worried about someone caring about you?" He asked blanetly. I just looked at him for a second. Shocked by his question. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it, glaring at the ground. I picked at the grass with my hand on the other side of me.

"Nick" Chris started making me look at him. "He cares about you, more than you know." Chris said looking at me. "I mean-" He paused. "Does he even know why you're staying with us?" He asked. I looked down at my lap. The silence told him my answer. Nick knows almost everything about me, but i didn't explain to him what happened that night. I didn't tell anyone.

"Y/n, you can't keep shutting people out of your life. I know I don't know you that well and that you probably hate me, and I don't know what happened that night, but keeping it in-" He said shaking his head. "It's gonna eat you alive" He whispered. I swallowed and looked down. I knew he was right. I hated him for it, but he was right.

"I don't know how" I whispered looking up at him. Chris looked at me his face softening. "And i don't hate you" I said the corner of my mouth slightly turning up, then forcing it back down. He smiled slightly. "Like I said, I just think you have an attitude problem" I said softly. He smiled slightly at me.

"Is that so?" He whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear him. I nodded looking at him. He glanced down at lips then back up at my eyes. The energy between us was so thick I could almost feel it physically. He took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, causing me to blink at the sudden movement. I guess I didn't realize how close we had gotten.

"It's getting cold, Nick will be home soon. Better get inside" He said standing up and dusting his hands off on his pants, not looking at me as i stared up at him. Without another word he turned and started off towards the house. I closed my eyes letting out a breath, letting my head fall against my knees.

I don't know whether that talk with Chris make my head clearer or made it worse, but It defentently made my head spin.

Nick busted into my room. A smile present on his face. I set my phone down looking up at him. I smiled seeing his smile. "Tell me everything" I smiled as he practically ran towards me.

For the rest of the night Nick spoke about his date with Holton and how he opened the door for him and paid for his meal. Nick said It made him feel like a teenage girl getting wined and dined. That made me smile. If there was anyone who deserved this, it was Nick. He talked about the butterflies he got in his stomach when Nick would make a joke and he would laugh. I laid against his stomach looking up at the ceiling as he spoke, smiling.

Matt and Chris walked by the door stopping seeing us laid against each other. "And then-!" Nick paused when he saw his brothers. Nick sat up. "Aw come on bro. We don't get to hear the details?" Matt whined leaning against the frame. I looked over at Chris who was looking at me with a slightly sad expression. I blinked past him looking at Matt.

"Not yet! I'll tell you if it's important" Nick shook his head. Nick was always slightly scared of his brothers judgement. He knew they would never judge him, but I think it was more a mental block for Nick. He had only come out to them less than a year ago. He was taking his time and his brothers respected him.

I looked up at Nick, smiling.

"Alright whatever. Were going to McDonalds, y'all want anything?" Matt asked looking between us. I noticed how Chris stood slightly behind him silently looking at his feet. Nick nodded smiling.

"I barely ate on my date I didn't want him to think I was an animal on the first date" Nick said making me chuckle slightly. "I want 10 nuggets and a large fries, and sweet and sour. DON'T forget the sweet and sour" Nick said pointing at Matt. Making Matt hold up his hands.

"Alright sweet and sour got it" Matt said smiling. His gazed turned towards me. "Y/n/n?" He asked. I bit my lip. I would be lying if i said my appeitete had gotten any better over these last few weeks. After tonight, my body was defentently not screaming with hunger. I shook my head.

"I'm not hungry" I said letting a soft smile show on my face. Chris looked up at me, as if examinating my face. I just glanced at him and then back down at my hands. Matt sighed.

"Alright, we'll be back" He said turning and leaving us back alone. I looked up at Nick. "Okay- so where was I?" He asked looking at me. "You had just gotten back into the car from the resturant" I said remembering exactly where he was. He smiled. "Right! Okay so-" He started back up again telling me about the music they listened to on the ride home and the things they talked about.

As I listened to him, commenting on everything, giving my opinion whether he wanted it or not, I realized I do need to open up to Nick about what happened. Chris was right. I will soon, just not tonight. I want to tonight to be about him and his happy moments with this new boy. I didn't want to over shine it with my family issues. They would still be there tommorrow and the next day and probably for the rest of my life.

About 45 minutes later Matt and Chris showed up with bags of food. We all crowded around my bed as Matt passed out the food, talking about the homeless man that tried to attack them on the way out of the store. I laughed as he and Chris both tried to explain it at the same time.

"No he didn't- He said that he wanted my shoes more than he wanted the bag of food after we offered him the fries" Matt said against Chris. Chris laughed and shook his head. Matt reached in the bag and placed fries in front of me. I looked up at him and then down at the fries.

"I didn't-" I started to say, but then I looked up at Chris who was looking at me with a straight face, but didn't break eye contact. I blinked at him for a few seconds before looking down at the fries smiling to myself. I picked up one and put it in my mouth looking up at Chris, who glanced to Nick with a slight smile on his face. I rolled my eyes as I listened to Matt ramble on.

After about an hour of us talking, Nick stood up announcing he was taking a shower and Matt and Chris stood up to leave too. I nodded leaning back and picking up my phone as they left. Matt closed the door leaving me alone. I pursed my lips as I thought about what Chris had done. I should probably thank him.

I slid through my phone before opening his contact. Nick had given me his and Matt's number just incase. I opened Chris's contact to start a new message. The line to start a message clicked on my screen as I took a deep breath, before I typed out a message.

to: Chris Sturniolo

you didn't have to do that, Chris.

I set my phone down, looking up at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. A thick silence. I looked down at my hands and then back up at the ceiling, tapping my fingers on my leg. I looked back down at the phone.

sent

I set the phone down. You just sent the message, y/n relax. I tapped my fingers against my leg faster, blinking at the ceiling. Think about something y/n. I looked around and then down at my nails before bringing them up to my mouth, biting them. I glanced down. I picked up the phone again.

There were three dots popping up below my message, indicating his reply. I sat up, staring down at the phone. I put my hand against my face, rubbing my eyes. What are you doing? Why was I acting like this? Like I was texting a middle school crush. I felt a buzz in my lap. I looked down at the message.

from: chris sturniolo

i know

I looked down at it. Do I respond? Is that him ending the conversation? Was it weird that I texted him? Does he think it was weird? I blinked down at the blinking line, biting my lip before typing.

to: chris sturniolo

thank you, for that and for earlier.

I let out a breath before hitting send. This time I stared down at the phone shamelessly as I waited for a response. I bit my lip after a few seconds as the three dots showed back up for a brief second.

from: chris sturniolo

you don't have to thank me

I swallowed. What does that mean? Was that in a you're-welcome-so-you-don't-have-to-thank-me-kind-of-you-don't-have-to-thank-me or was it a why-the-hell-are-you-still-texting-me-you-don't-have-to-thank-me. I tapped my fingers against my phone before going against my better judgement and typing again.

to: chris sturniolo

I'm gonna talk to Nick about that night. You're right, he should know.

I sighed leaning back against my bed frame, watching as the three dots popped up again.

from: chris sturniolo

good

My face fell flat and I turned off my phone, throwing it to the side. I get the message Christopher. I'll stop texting you. I closed my eyes hugging the pillow before feeling a buzz again against my le where my phone laid. I sat up slightly, looking at my phone.

from: chris sturniolo

also stop using correct punctuation on text message it's weird

I smiled down at the phone, before forcing my face back straight. Stop.

to: chris sturniolo

at least I don't sound uneducated. :)

I smiled as I waited for his response. The three dots appeared quickly.

from: chris sturniolo

btw a colon smiley face is so 2018 who's uneducated now?

I rolled my eyes at his response.

to: chris sturniolo

still you. Want to compare IQ levels? :)

I smiled at my response.

from: chris sturniolo

Goodnight, y/n.

I smiled and pursed my lips.

to: chris sturniolo

Goodnight, Christopher. (Nice punctuation)

There wasn't another response before I drifted off to sleep.

Chris pov (ooooo)

from: y/f/n y/l/n

still you. Want to compare IQ levels? :)

I smiled and sighed at her response. I licked my lips at as I looked at the only light source in my dark room.

have you always been this sarcastic? Or am I just special? :)

I typed it and immediatly deleted it, before setting my phone down. No. What are you doing? I blinked down at the phone, before typing a new response.

to: y/f/n y/l/n

Goodnight, y/n.

I can't believe I typed that. I rubbed my eyes with my hands as I heard the door open. I looked up seeing Matt peer through the door.

"Hey" Matt said quietly. I turned my phone off throwing it to the side, sitting up. Matt walked in and closed the door. I just looked at him as he walked up to the bed, just looking at me.

"What's up?" I asked as he looked at me with pursed lips. I glanced to the side before looking at him again. "Matt speak" I said loudly looking at him just stare me down. "What was that back there?" He asked not breaking eye contact. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He crossed his back. I stood up off my bed walking up to him. "The food? She didn't ask for anything and you ordered her something." He stated looking at me. I licked my lips looking down.

"She has to eat, Matt" I said looking up at him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "She has trouble eating Matt. What was I suppose to do? You have no idea what's she's been through" I argued looking at him. "And you do?" He asked back suddenly. I blinked at him.

"I was just looking out for her. Just like you have since she's been here" I said. Matt stared at me. "Exactly, like I have been doing since she got here. What's the sudden interest?" He said raising his eyebrows. I scoffed. I wasn't going to tell him about the panic attack. It wasn't my place.

"If you're trying to insinuate something, then just fucking say it. Don't dance around it like a baby" I said shaking my head. He chewed on his lip as he looked at me. My phone pinged, lighting up the room. Showing y/n’s name. My hard face softened as Matt turned back to me after glancing at the phone. I sighed looking down.

"There's nothing going on between us Matt. I promise" I sighed looking up at him. He dropped his arms and turned walking back towards the door. He paused before turning around. "She has a hard enough life as it is Chris. She doesn't need you making it any worse." He said looking at me before turning and walking out of the room. I sighed before climbing over in my bed picking up the phone.

from: y/f/n y/l/n

Goodnight, Christopher. (Nice punctuation)

I smiled before sighing and throwing my phone back down, rolling over attempting to get some sleep. There was nothing between us. I didn't like her and she didn't like me. That was it.

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