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flowerxbunnie · 4 months

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HI LOVE UR WRITING!

please can u do a fic where matt is super horny, so him and y/n have phone sex. and it feels so good, he can’t stop jerking, and ends up over stimming himself. and he’s like begging her for more and shit please omg.

“i’m wearing those silky panties u got me for our anniversary”

“i love the way u sound”

“i wish u were here w me”

“please, baby, please, one more”

“moan for me”

“feels so good”

SORRY I AM A SLUT FOR DIRTY TALK

One More

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, phone sex, sub!matt ish?

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

I pull my blanket up to my chin as I watch three dots dance around on my phone screen. Matt’s response is taking longer than usual, and I know exactly why.

im wearing the silky panties you got me on our anniversary ❣️

I blush as I read over my message again and again, scanning over the teasing photo I sent of my hip clad in black silk straps. I can’t help but imagine what he could be typing, how he could be reacting to my words. My smile drops as the bubble disappears, my message left on read for 6 minutes at this point.

I don’t have much time to be disappointed. My phone vibrates in my hand as his name flashes across my screen and I feel a surge of nerves, my blood pumping fiercely through my veins as my pulse quickens.

“Hello?” I speak lowly as I place my phone against my ear.

“What was that about baby?” Matt’s voice is deep and soft across the line, but still sends a shiver down my spine.

“What are you talking about Matty?” I feign ignorance, biting hard on my lip as my cheeks burn.

“Don’t play dumb,” his voice hardens, “You’re not gonna get me hard and then act like you don’t know how it happened.”

“Oh, did I?” I say with mock confusion. “I just really like these panties and wanted to show you. They remind me of you.” I trail off and put the phone on speaker, pulling on the strap against my hip and letting it hit my skin with an audible slap.

I hear a sharp inhale echo from my speaker followed by shuffling sounds.

“Baby don’t do this to me,” he croaks, “it hurts so bad and if I leave the house Nick and Chris will wake up.”

“Who said you have to leave?” I giggle and wait for his response.

“Can you talk me through it baby? Please, I need it.” His voice is pleading but still hushed.

“Mhmm.. are you wearing anything?” I question as I lean back onto my pillow and lay my phone beside me.

“U-uh.. just sweats.” He answers quickly.

“Touch yourself over them for me.” I say as seductively as I can muster, my own arousal growing and distracting me as I picture what he looks like right now.

“I… already was..” he admits, my cheeks burning hotter as I realize what all the muffled sounds have been.

“So naughty of you, Matthew. Couldn’t even wait a couple minutes hm?”

I hear whispered curses in response and I have to squeeze my thighs together, the throbbing between my legs growing ever so strong as I picture Matt palming himself with his veiny hands in his bed.

“Take everything off Matt. It’ll feel so good without all the layers won’t it?”

“Yeah, fuck. Hang on baby.” I hear more shuffling as his phone is tossed onto his sheets. “Okay done. Fuck, I wish you were here.”

“I am here baby, just not in the same way.” I answer, realizing my hand has made its way to the hemline of my panties, rubbing back and forth subconsciously. “Are you touching yourself Matt?”

I hear a hum in response before he speaks. “Y-yes. Keep talking. Your voice is so fucking sexy.” He sounds strained, his words barely coming out.

I dip my fingers below my panties and gasp lightly as I rub my swollen clit. “I’m t-touching myself too Matty. Fuck, it’s so wet.” I moan lightly as I slip one finger into my entrance.

I hear a groan from across the line followed by deep breathing. “Oh… fuck..” He goes silent after a couple of seconds and the only sound I can hear is him shuffling around in his bed.

“Did you cum?” I question, the pattern sounding awfully familiar.

“I did. Please baby, please keep going. I need more.” I hear wet sounds and I can perfectly picture how his fist is tightly gripping his cock and pumping it with need. “Please one more, I need it so bad.”

I curl my finger and hit my most sensitive spots, closing my eyes as I listen to Matt’s heavy breathing and try to imagine that it’s him pleasuring me.

“Moan for me baby. Don’t hold it back please, fuck, I need it.” He pleads, almost whining.

I stop holding back and allow myself to sink into the pleasure, my free hand slipping my bra down to expose my nipple so I can pinch it like Matt loves to do. My sounds fall from my throat freely and elicit even more from Matt.

“I feel so good Matt, fuck.. I wish it was your fingers inside of me.” I whine as I slip my middle finger in, savoring every sensation that comes along with the fullness.

“You don’t know how bad I wish you were riding me right now.” He groans, the wet pumping sounds speeding up with every passing second. “Your pretty little pussy would feel so good around me, fuck.”

My stomach tightens at the thought of his cock hitting every spot deep inside that would drive me crazy, the thought of his jaw hanging open with his eyes squeezed shut, the thought of his hands gripping my boobs as they bounce in his face.

“Matt I th-think I’m gonna cum.” I breathe out as I slip my fingers out of my entrance and use them to rub fast circles onto my clit.

“Please, baby. Please cum, let me hear you. Fuck, please.” He croaks, sounding louder in the speaker as he moves the phone next to his ear.

I feel my body tense as I climb to my peak before the tension breaks. I moan out Matt’s name as I cum, hearing strings of curses from the other side of the line as I tremble under my own touch.

“F…fuck.” I pant, trying my hardest to catch my breath.

“Fuck, it hurts baby. I need to cum but it’s so fucking sensitive,” he hisses, his voice strained and filled with concentration. “C-can you take a picture for me?”

“What does my Matty wanna see?” I blush at his request, picking my phone up and swiping my camera open.

“You. I don’t care. Just need to see you, please. I need to cum so bad baby. Please.”

I grin to myself, enjoying this desperate side of Matt. I pull my other bra cup down so both my boobs are exposed and hold my phone up, taking a photo of my hand grasped around my left one. I open our texts and send it, watching as the read receipt immediately pops up. He was waiting for it.

“Wanna cum on those pretty tits so bad.” He groans, a rasp growing in his voice. “Fuck, I need them in my mouth.”

I open my camera back up and take in the sight of myself, my hair disheveled from my orgasm and my cheeks flushed. I bite my lip and give the doe eyes to the camera that I know he loves as I snap another photo. He’s still swooning over the first photo as I send the next, and I bite my lip as I wait for his reaction.

“I- you look so… fuck..” his breathing becomes irregular, his groans and whines sounding through my speakers.

“Come on Matt, cum for me. You can do it, I know how bad you need it.” I whisper out.

“Say it again. Fuck, I need to hear you say it again.”

“Cum for me Matt. Let it all go baby.”

The sounds that flood through my speakers are lewd and pornographic. The sound of his hand slipping up and down over his cock as he pumps himself to his second orgasm, my name drawn out as he rides through it and spills his cum onto his stomach.

I smile to myself as I listen to Matt catching his own breath just as I did moments before. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, no words needed as we relish in the moment.

“That was…” he starts, trailing off with a deep breath.

“I know.” I giggle, finishing his train of thought before he struggles too hard to try and come up with the right words.

“I’m saving those. Fuck, I feel like I could cum again just looking at them.” I hear a few faint sounding pumps before he winces. “Way too fucking sensitive.”

“You need some rest baby. Don’t overdo it.” I laugh, standing up and heading to the bathroom to clean myself up.

“Mmm, why do you have to be right all the time?” He teases in a raspy, tired voice.

“That’s just the way it goes I guess. Now go clean up before you wake up all crusty.” I joke as I turn my shower on to warm up.

“That’s actually disgusting.” He over dramatically gags and I hear a shuffle before I hear a door being opened.

“I love you, Matty.” I giggle, placing my phone on the counter.

“I love you, angel.” he replies before the line disconnects.

a/n i haven’t written in so long omfg the holidays have me FUCKED up. i hope you all enjoy desperate matt 😵‍💫

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hyunsvngs · 4 months

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JUNO JUNO JUNO JUNO JUNO

PLS PLS PLS

CAN U GIVE UR 💭S ON WHO OUT OF SKZ LIKES STUFFIE/PILLOW HUMPING!??!?! LIKE EITHER WATCHING THEIR PARTNER DO IT OR THEM FOING IT THEMSELVES!?!?

BC BC BC I WANT CHRIS TO WATCH ME AND LIX HUMP OUR STUFFIES WHILE HE PUDHES OUT HAIR BACK AND SPITS IN OUR MOUTHS!! BONUS IF HE PEES IN OUR MOUTHS!??!?!

OR MINHO MAKING ME AND JISUNG HUMP OUR STUFFIES WHILE WE WEAR CAT EARS AND WE ARENT ALLOWED CUM!??!?!

WOOF WOOF WOOF

PLS JUNO IM LOSING MY MIND

wants to do it themselves:

lix: wants to do it himself!! and wants you to watch!! he’d LOVE THATTT! maybe on the bini pillow in a pretty little skirt.. sit on the bed and watch him, calling him a pretty little princess or maybe even a pretty slut.. he’ll whine so pretty for you and cry when he cums all over the pillow. spit on it and make him keep going because lixie looooves the overstimulation

jisung: he wants you to do it too, both of you grinding desperately on pillows and making out with eachother doing so. he’s frantic with his movements, whining and tweaking his own nipples while you tell him how filthy you look as if you’re not gushing and creaming all over the pillow yourself. grab him by the hair and make him lick both pillows clean afterwards and he might just cum again for you<3

wants to watch you do it:

chan: oh this would fuel his corruption kink. beg for him while he’s working and he’ll send you onto your knees next to him, bucking your hips onto that spotify pillow from the studio… keep begging and whining for him and he might let you cum. he’ll act disinterested all the way through but chan just cant help himself! he’ll probably pull you onto his lap halfway through and whine while you sink onto his cock

minho: definitely wants to watch you hump a stuffie with your little kitty ears on. put a tail plug in and he’s gone. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed and jerk his cock over and over, maybe even record you to send it to the other boys.. he wants to cum before you do so that he can cum on the pillow, giving his kitty some milk and making sure you keep grinding on it to give your swollen little clit some reprieve

jeongin: this is straight from his dirty fucking dreams. he wants you to hump it completely naked, tits bouncing so he can gawk at them. maybe he’ll fuck your ass open while you grind your cute little pussy on your pillow, or even your favourite stuffie so he can degrade you while you do it.. “really? so desperate for my cock in your pussy that you’ll hump the fucking thing you sleep with? no, jagi. i’m fucking this hole.”

#juno’s asks ♡#user: mattmurdockprotectionsquad #asks: ot8

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outlustings · 2 years

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Can I have a crumb of Dr.Rick cuddle content m'lord? :') maybe some Chris content if ur feeling like it?

Don't forget to drink water!!!

(babe wake up new daydream scenario dropped i want to be rick's insane variant partner and sleep in the same hospital bed)

RICK

It was raining again, you were curled up underneath hoarded blankets, shivering a little as the brackish green hue from the outside trees bathed the ward in itself. He wasn't beside you yet. Your eyes were closed. You listened for distant screams or footsteps. They had died down for the night. Maybe. The asylum was asleep. Rick might've fallen asleep in his office again, that workaholic jerk, you thought and listened to the hypnotic sound of the rain. The everpresent buzzing in your ears. These days it was all you heard when you were quiet. Rick heard it too. He joked it was your shared brain cell whirring around. You smiled into the pillow, inhaling the scent of his hair. Shared brain.

Jolted from your half-awake state, you heard the pitter patter of his bare feet on the tile and peeked your head from underneath the stained covers, turning your tired gaze to him, rubbing your eyes.

Rick was dragging his feet on the floor, his hands working on the tie of his apron as he mumbled curses, approaching your shared bed.

"Hey," you grunted, your voice hoarse and low from sleep as you raised your upper body to greet him, wiping dried drool from your cheek with the back of your hand.

"Oh, don't get up," Rick sighed, letting the apron fall to the floor into a heap of rubber with a graceless fwop, "I thought you were sleeping. I'm sorry I took so long. Langin was acting up again. You know how he is."

Such a dutiful doctor he was.

"It's fine," you smiled softly, looking at him fiddling with his goggles and mask which he plopped on the rickety nightstand, "Tired?"

"Yeah," he stretched and yawned, rubbing his left temple.

You lifted up the covers so he could slink in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the rusty springs creaking dangerously and swung his legs in one swift motion, and with a sigh, he laid down next to you. He feigned a snore. You giggled.

"That bad a work day?" you stroked his hair out of his face as he pulled on the covers, tucking the two of you in.

"You can't even imagine," he chuckled, opening his arm and slinging it around your neck. You scooted closer to his embrace and he took you in his arms, patting your back absentmindedly as he closed his eyes, facing the ceiling. You gave a quick, light kiss to his jaw and he hummed a quiet: "I love you." that you could barely hear over the thunder and rain outside.

You nuzzled against his neck, your forehead flush against the soothingly slow pulse on his sinewy neck. His skin was hot. Sticky from sweat. You inhaled deeply. He was the only thing in the ward that didn't smell like death or piss. But he smelt faintly of blood, that coppery sting tickling your nose as you sighed against his skin.

"What is it?" he murmured, craning his neck slightly to turn his head to you.

"Mm-mh," you shook your head slightly, "Nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Rick huffed and adjusted himself on the lumpy pillows, giving a sigh of his own as he gave your shoulder a tender squeeze.

You blinked your eyes lazily at him, admiring his features in the flickering, greenish light from the outside. His face looked almost regal in this light. You'd always loved the shape of his nose. So sharp.

You lifted your finger to his profile, rubbing the bridge of his straight nose.

"Achoo," he mumbled sarcastically, eyes still closed, not doing anything to stop you in the slightest, his arm still wrapped around you.

"Ri-i-ick," you cooed.

He cracked one eye open. Hazel, with gray speckles, like iron. Fool's gold.

"Spoon?" you smiled.

Rick shifted onto his side, sliding his arm from underneath you and propping his weight up on his elbow. He was grinning, yellowed teeth against angry red, exposed gum. A few stray hairs on his forehead, like silver threads skittering across scarred flesh. He looked so handsome without his goggles. He reached for the tip of your nose with his index and middle finger and pinched it, giving it a gentle twist. You felt his long nails scrape against your skin. It tickled. You snorted.

"Alright, spoon," Rick sighed, "Come're."

You turned your back to him and leaned back to his chest, sighing contentedly as you felt his arms wrap around your chest, pulling you to him as he nuzzled his face against you, placing a kiss near the thin hairs at the back of your neck. He held you tightly as you stroked his wrist which now rested on your sternum. The rain, his deep, slow breathing against your skin and the little rustles of fabric as he shifted his feet every now and then was more than enough white noise to lull you to a warm, dreamless sleep with Rick's arms clinging to you tightly. The buzzing was gone. For a while, it was gone.

CHRIS

Thump. Thump. Chris' heartbeat was loud enough to stir around the blood in your ear, yet you held your head on his chest, cheek against the rough, scarred skin that protected soft, yielding flesh. He stroked the back of your head clumsily, his talon-like claws catching on the knots in your hair. You hummed as you felt his calloused fingers rub on your scalp.

"Thinking?" Chris muttered, his gravelly voice steady, relaxed.

"Listening," you mumbled against his chest, fluttering your eyes open to face him as you laid on his stomach, your head om his chest, your legs resting on his as you kicked your feet up and down, up and down to touch your heel on the back of your thigh.

Chris sighed, his milky eyes fixed on yours. Pearls, you thought. So pretty.

You lifted your head from his skin and shifted on his tummy, crawling your way up to reach his face as he laid on the mattress. You could see him blush a little bit as you placed a finger on his cheek and traced the bone underneath.

"Piggy," he breathed out, his hand slipping from your hair to your shoulder, where he rubbed circles with his thumb.

"Hm?" you stroked his face, feeling his taut, scarred skin underneath your fingers, every dip and scab sending a pang of sadness to the pit in your stomach.

"You won't leave," Chris murmured and moved his hands to grab your waist, holding you, white-knuckled, chains clinking against each other.

You shook your head.

"Nope."

"You promise?" he sat you up in his lap, raising his upper body so that you both were now sitting on the floor of the drafty storage room. You on his lap, legs swung over on either side of his hips. You nodded your head.

"I can't," you smiled weakly, bringing your forehead to his, slinging your arms around his neck as he squeezed you into a hug, grumbling against your skin, hot breath on your face as he breathed in your scent. Musk and blood and cheap institutional soap, "I wouldn't leave you, Chris."

His eyes softened.

You kissed the side of his jaw, somewhere you couldn't taste blood or torn flesh. He hugged you tight to the softness of his belly, the thumping in his chest, his strong arms cradling you as you breathed in and out deeply. You held him as much as he held you. His blood-soaked hands against the back of your uniform. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt him nuzzle your neck, nipping at your skin with what remained of his lips. You heard your own pulse in your throat as you bit your lip. Thump.

(lots of onomatopoeia in this one because. because. w. why not.)

#outlast #chris walker #chris walker x reader #richard trager #richard trager x reader #gender neutral reader #outlast x reader #outlast headcanons #wounds /#reader insert #outlast fanfiction

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starry-seongmin · 3 years

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ahhh i love ur work!! can i pls request a blurb for airports + jake? :)

A/n: Aahhh thank you 🥺 and sorry for the long wait, love! Hope you enjoy 🥺👉👈

You were missing your boyfriend more than the usual amount especially after just ending a call with him. Currently sprawled on your bed like a starfish, you were moping when your ears perked up at a familiar tune. A few notes in, you recall the lyrics and the singer and let out a string of curses.

There, peeking from your door was one of your brothers and his best friend with the brightest smiles on their faces and eyes crinkled. Ariana Grande's Santa Tell Me blasted from their Bluetooth speaker. You knew they were just getting under your skin, something they enjoyed immensely. You grabbed your pillow and chucked it at him, hitting your brother's friend straight in the face.

"Next time it won't be the pillow hitting your face", you glared at them.

"I thought Chris hyung told you to get ready.." Your brother, Felix says as he throws your pillow back to you. "I don't see why I have to go to the airport to pick up his friend", you roll your eyes and sit up. "Ask him...not us. Plus, hyung said we'll get food on our way back", he wiggles his eyebrows very well knowing you'll cave in sooner or later.

And cave in you did for you found yourself an hour later, in your oldest brother's car with both Jisung and Felix, on your way to the airport. The three of them were acting weird..weirder than usual but you chose not to mention it.

Almost an hour later you found yourself inside the airport with a bunch of other people who were either waiting for their loved ones or sending them off. The usual plain airport was decorated with Christmas themed balloons and tinsels to welcome the holidays.

Every year you looked forward to Christmas but this year you weren't exactly in the holiday spirit. Not when your boyfriend was halfway across the world for his studies. You and Jake had started dating a little over a year ago and this would've been your second Christmas together if it weren't for the fact he was chosen to represent his school in another country.

Trying to get your mind off Jake and to be happy for the families that were reuniting, instead of feeling bitter and envying them, you failed to notice the three guys exchanging knowing looks. You looked for your oldest brother and tugged his sleeve to get his attention. "Chan, which one of your friends is supposed to come?" You ask your brother who just shrugged and smiled, eyes on the gate for the arrived passengers.

A few minutes later you were getting impatient and tired to just stand around. Your eyes searched for any familiar face that belonged to a few of Chan's friends you were accquainted with, among the sea of people that were walking out. Your eyes did a double take on a certain person walking towards you with the largest smile on his face. The face you missed so much, the face you desperately wanted to see and hold... Is that really him? What is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in his hostel right now?

All these thoughts ran through your mind, still processing the fact that Jake was here, in the flesh and not a million miles away from you. He stopped right before you, frowning that you weren't acting like he had pictured. He at least expected a smile from you but the fact that you were standing still like a statue, eyes wide and staring at him, the poor boy had no idea what to do and what to expect.

He gave the three guys a look, awkwardly asking for help. For anything. The feeling of embarrassment had started to settle in. He expected this a million ways to go but not like this.

"Do you guys see what I'm seeing or should I get my eyes checked?", You addressed the boys behind you, voice unusually stable and monotonous.

"N-no.. you're seeing correct", Jake beats them. He raises his hand and pokes your forehead with a soft smile. "It really is me Y/N, I wanted to surprise you", he giggles.

"Well you did a good job of it!!" You exclaim as you tackle him into a hug, making him stumble. He laughs at your reaction and immediately wraps his arms around you and holds you close, feeling complete with you in his arms. Whilst the two of you were taking in each others presence, amidst the usual airport chaos, a tune was overheard.

He lets go off you and you turn to see Jisung and Felix singing along to 'All I Want for Christmas', with Chan wanting to join them from the gleeful expression he had on his face.

"It will finally feel like Christmas now that you're back", you whisper. He laughs shyly, blush creeping on to his cheek. "As much as I am enjoying this, can we leave? These two are causing a scene", he nods over to Jisung and Felix who seemed too engrossed belting out the lyrics with exaggerated expressions.

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weirdochick56 · 4 years

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Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU Chapter Eleven

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. SMUT. DIRTY DIRTINESS.

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only. Please be gentle on my word-porn.

Word Count: 5, 347 words

A/N: This shit got dirty REAL quick. As I was writing it, I was so fucking confused by what my fingers were typing lmfaoooo. Also this story is nearly coming to an end and IDK what the hell im gonna do after. PLEASE stay safe and healthy y’all!

Read Chapter Ten here!!

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(gif isn’t mine!)

You take a long gulp of the bottle.

“It’s like I’m stuck, you know?” You say looking off into the water. “Like I don’t know how to exist or move forward or hell, even back.”

Noah, the guy you’d met at the pool, nods in understanding, taking a sip from the bottle. “Yeah. I get that, but your situation is hella complicated. I get why.”

“I guess I just have never felt one hundred percent in it, you know? Like I could never fully let myself be happy because at any moment that shit could burn down. I’ve always felt like someone was out to get us, like all the fucking odds were stacked against us,” you mumble, shivering when a breeze swishes past the dark night.

It’s been a while since you had met Noah and he was a pretty cool dude. You just clicked- it was just like that with some people you know? You just get along from the get-go. You got to talking, slowly downing the bottle in the process of course and the more time ticked by, the more your tongues loosened.

You didn’t like to play into stereotypes or anything, but you were almost entirely sure Noah wasn’t one-hundred percent straight. But maybe that was just you.

You were at a healthy buzz right now but that wasn’t gonna last long at the rate you were chugging from the bottle.

“You wanna be with him?”

You sigh, hating that there wasn’t even a little doubt in your mind or heart at the question. “I do. But I don’t know how to go about it, you know? It’s all just so jumbled for me.”

Noah releases a little sigh, laying down on the cold gravel. “I know right? It’s like you love someone so much but you also know that being with them could be dangerous, no only to you but to the life you’ve built around yourselves individually. So it’s hard between choosing everyone else or your own selfish ass.”

You glance at him, raising your brows. “From personal experience?”

He laughs but it’s a bit strained- dry. “Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly uh- straight.”

“What?! I had no idea!” You mock gasp.

“Shut up.” He laughs, slapping your arm playfully. “Yeah well, he’s actually the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met. But we’re keeping it on the dL. Neither of our parents is exactly supportive. Mine are still a bit touchy even though they’re starting to tolerate the fact that their son is gay and his- well they have no idea. If they did that situation would go awry real quick.”

You sigh, laying your head drunkenly on his shoulder. “Aw, I’m so sorry Nini.”

He laughs, casually wrapping an arm around you. “Oh? Is that my new nickname?”

You nod. “Yep.”

“You know something, Nini?” You suddenly mumble in a slur.

“What?”

“You’re not selfish for loving him- whoever he is. You’re brave.”

“Yeah? And why do you say that?” He hums.

You take the bottle from his grasp, taking a long drink. When you’re done, you sluggishly wipe your lips.

“Because I’m a fucking coward,” you mumble shakily. “I’m so fucking scared of feeling. I just shut down like a robot,” you confess, quietly chuckling. “I numb myself so that I don’t have to face the reality of it all. You face that shit head-on. You’re staying and fighting for your love. That’s super admirable.”

Noah rubs your arm comfortingly. “Thanks.”

You nod, swishing your feet in the water. “It’s true. I wish I could just be with him.”

“Then be with him,” Noah says, simply.

Just like that. As if it were that straightforward.

“It’s not that easy. There’s so many things to consider.“

“Let me ask you a question,” he quickly quips. “Do you love him? Like really truly love him?”

You swallow harshly, gripping the bottle tightly in your hands. “With every fiber in my body.”

Noah nods firmly. “Then that’s it. And listen, I’m going to be honest because it sounds like everyone in your life has been lying to you and telling you basically all you need is love to make it work. It’s not. Relationships are hard fucking work. Especially if it’s one people will have a variety of feelings on. It takes effort, time, sacrifice and you know where all that comes from?”

“Where?” You pout drunkenly.

“From you. You have to be sure you want it you have to be willing to stay and fight. But you also need love. Without love, there’s nothing. If you’re sure you want to be with him, if you think your love is worth it, then I say go for it. It doesn’t have to be this huge announcement either. It’s your relationship- it’s there for no one else but you two. If you feel comfortable later on, then do sure you can tell people.”

You ponder on his words drinking more tequila, before finally speaking in a defeated tone. “I’m scared.”

He shrugs. “Life is really just one big risk you either choose to take or not. Plus, it’s like I told you; relationships are hard work. You have to keep working at it. Even when it gets hard.” He licks his lips. “He gave an ultimatum and from what you told me, you’re not going to be here for much longer. So not to pressure you or anything, but if there was ever a time to act this feels like it’s it.”

Maybe he’s right.

Needless to say, by the time Noah walks you home, you’re both absolutely hammered. You make sure to call him a taxi because it was late at night and you also make him promise to text you once he got there.

After he’s gone words keep ringing around in your head over and over and over again. And so do Margo’s. In fact, you felt like you were flying on a cloud of thoughts all whirling and detaching and stringing together back again.

You start replaying everything in your head- your whole relationship. From the start to now. Like a movie.

And your heart breaks even more because you realize right there and then that at some point, the movie suddenly stops.

The movie stops.

It hits you that you’ll have no idea how it ends. What’ll happen with you two. Where you’ll end up.

For some odd fucking reason, it makes you feel sick to your stomach to think about it that way, and your skin crawls. If you let him go, you’ll never him know how the movie ends... the thought tortures you slowly to sleep as it goes round and round in your noggin, pounding you with unbearable guilt and anxious thoughts.

When you do fall asleep, though, you have a strange dream that night. Or more like you have a nightmare.

You’re standing in your room and it’s just like it was when you went to sleep that night, except that on the other side, the usual long hallway isn’t there anymore. There’s only darkness.

Your anxiety kicks up because you know what the darkness is without even touching it.

It’s the not-knowing. The pitch-black emptiness which you’re expected to walk into blind. Fucking alone.

You start hyperventilating when the pressure to walk into it becomes too much, thrashing harshly against the invisible force pushing you into it. Screaming, salty tears, kicking...

It’s all too much. Your breathing is labored and your skin burns with hot tears.

And then suddenly and like a warm blanket- two muscular arms wrap around you from behind, tugging you into a hard chest.

Chris, your mind instantly whispers.

He easily tugs you back towards the room, hugging you to his front tightly.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

And in that moment of terror, with his familiar scent and soothing voice and tight embrace, he’s safety. He’s warmth and familiarity.

...he’s home. Your home.

You just lay there with him, holding each other.

The next image flashes by instantly and suddenly the darkness is back. But this time you don’t panic...because Chris is right there with you, holding your hand. And for some reason, you know -you’re one-thousand present sure- he won’t let go.

He rubs his thumb softly over your thumb, looking at you with those alluring blue eyes of his, that soft yet capturing gaze that made you feel all fuzzy.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” He repeats his earlier sentence.

You wipe happy tears. “I’ve got you too.”

He smiles adoringly down at you, smile lines crinkling endearingly at the corners. “I know.”

And without a second’s thought you plunge straight into the darkness.

You gasp loudly, sitting straight up in bed. Your heart races, thumping harshly against your rib cage as beads of sweat trod carefully down your temple and side of your face.

Click.

Something in you suddenly clicks and it all becomes clear.

Was that all that was needed for realization to hit you? A single moment? A single split second in which the fog clears? A split-second where your vision suddenly elevates and the whole landscape is all there? The whole picture is laid out before you?

It’s early in the morning and you wince when the bright light of an early day hits you in the face, flopping over in bed.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, quickly unlocking it before checking your contacts. You have a new text message. You click on it.

Hey, Hermosa. I got home okay. Thanks for the taxi, lol.

You smile gently, typing back.

Yeah np, Nini. Thanks for the advice. Needed it.

Your phone buzzes.

Ngl, kinda shocked we still remember that. Lmfao. Ur welcome tho.

You groan softly into your pillow when your head starts aggressively throbbing.

Sobriety sucks butt.

“Honey, are you okay?”

Your dad and Kennedy watch you as you haphazardly stuff your face with bacon and eggs then gulf it all down like a dog- brows raised and jaws slack.

Downing your warm coffee in one go, you get up, pushing the chair back with a loud screech and almost trip running over to the sink to put your dishes inside.

“Yes. I’m good. There’s just something urgent I have to go take care of,” you rush out, leaning down over them and giving each a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“I love you guys!” You yell, already half outside and still pulling on one of your sneakers as you clumsily hopped around.

You slam the door shut, running off as soon as you finish putting on the shoe.

Your head pounds inside your skull even having downed three aspirins and having a warm shower and your breakfast swishes inside your stomach with your harsh sprinting but you don’t stop.

Not until you reach his house.

You don’t think. Just feel. Feel how right this was. You’re done being scared of loving who you love. You had what you had and it was what it was, but what you had was him.

Chris.

All this time, he said you were his light. You were his angel.

But really he was your light. He was your angel.

You needed him just as much as he needed you- if not more.

Fuck everyone else.

This was yours. He was yours and you were his and you were done fighting it. Officially.

You had the realization that before, you’d always been just the tiniest bit reluctant. You subconscious put up your own walls to protect your heart, never fully allowing yourself to work on your relationship, never fully giving your energy to it.

But not anymore. No more walls. Just you. Just you, your love and a foundation for a fresh start.

You were exhausted- not of life or him or of the curveballs it keeps throwing your way. You’re tired of fighting yourself.

That’s the real fight you’ve been having this whole time. With yourself. You’re your own damn enemy. And isn’t that fucking tiring?

But you’re done.

Knocking loudly on the door, your chest inflated with so many emotions and with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you tug at your short shorts, hating that this was the first thing you saw and threw on.

Unfortunately, the next thing you saw was a short ass crop top so you were basically running around in your underwear.

You freeze out the nerves as soon as they start to set in when footsteps pad your way. None of that.

When Chris opens the door, you nearly fall over.

He gives you a once-over, his hair messy, and dark bags under his eyes. “Sweetheart what-“

You stare at him for a few seconds as does he, eyes wide and lips parted.

“Chris,” you breathe.

But you catch yourself and before you know it, you’re spilling all your damn beans right on his front porch.

You needed to. You had to get this off your chest or you would go absolutely insane.

“Chris before you say anything, I just want to apologize. I’ve been a huge fucking hypocrite. But I realize my mistakes and I-“ you laugh incredulously, looking at him. “I just want to be with you,” you mumble meekly, your voice low.

Not because you didn’t mean it, but because you were terrified of his reaction.

His eyes soften and he opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“No, stop. I just need to finish what I have to say, okay? You were right. You scare me. What we have scares me. But I’m not willing to let you go just because I’m scared. I-” you swallow tears back down. “Being scared isn’t an excuse to let you go. God, I’ve never felt emptier in my life than these past few weeks. Not even when I was gone for two years. At least then I knew I was faraway from you. That I was somewhat safe from all these...feelings.” You gulp. “But being here-“ you shake your head. “Knowing that you’re just a few blocks away- I just want you to hold me, to make love to me, to love me in the way only you know how to.” You chuckle breathlessly. “God, I am so in love with you. Y-you complete me. You make me better- you’re the best fucking person I know. And I know I’ve been an asshole to you, or well let’s be honest we both have, but I guess mostly me- um anyway. I just- I’m here to stay.” You sigh softly, letting the words roll of your tongue like a vow.

“I’m here to stay,” you repeat softly but firmer this time, swallowing thickly at the sweet after taste.

You’re panting by the time you’re done, both thanks to the running and the little speech you just gave, but your gaze never leaves his. Not for the whole five minutes, he just stands there, looking at you with glimmering eyes.

“Chris?” You whisper.

“Say that again,” he breathes.

“Say what?” You frown.

“Tell me you love me again,” he mumbles, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

You smile a little, looking him in the eye. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” you repeat breathlessly. “I’m here to stay- if you’ll let me that is,” you add on in a clumsy, sheepish way.

He smirks, instantly yanking you into a hug. His arm wraps around your waist and head and your arms slither their way around his broad back. You melt into him, half with delight and half with relief.

The embrace says all the things you weren’t strong enough to say, it was passionate, warm, loving, fierce. You slid into eachother like to puzzle pieces. Like you were meant to be there- in eachother’s arms.

Chris holds you tighter to him, using your trembling body, which you hadn’t even noticed was shaking, as an excuse you stuff his nose into your hair and press your chest to his.

“I missed you,” he breathed into you- easy as air. A breath he’d been holding for far too long and needed to release.

A breath that, once uttered, made you instantly freeze.

You slowly parted away from him so you could properly peer into his eyes and because you have no idea how much being back with him was going to be for you emotionally.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, tears sprouting from your eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared. I’m always scared.”

He shakes his head at you, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I get it, sweetheart. I was scared too. But we’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He holds his arms out again, but catches himself before wrapping them around you and pulling you to him entirely, the question clear in his eyes; was this okay?

This embrace wasn’t like the one a few moments ago, this one was cautious because you were walking new ground. A ground that was undiscovered but all the same exciting.

A ground that was the foundation for a new path to happiness. A new beginning.

You simply nod in response, too tired to try to fight your need for his warmth off.

He wastes no time pulling you to his chest- nice and tight and you instantly hug him back, loving the feeling of safety and warmth you felt there.

You realize that no matter where you go or who you’re with, nothing will ever feel like being in his arms. Nothing will ever feel like home. Not like him.

His hold tightens on you- like he’s afraid of letting you go and you tighten your own hold to signify your own heightened emotions.

The buzzing in your skin, the racing of your heart, the flush of your face, the fluttering of your tummy- all the emotions that made you feel like there was endless hope and warmth and good in the world- you missed it all.

You listen to his slightly accelerated heartbeat and nestle your head against his chest. “So we fight?”

He heaves a heavy exhale. “We fight.”

You lick your dry lips, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

He pushes you back slightly, brows raised. “Really?”

You can’t help but smirk a little bit. “I think I still have a little bit more fight left in me.”

You shift in his arms, resting your head on his chest an adjusting the leg you’d hastily thrown over his waist.

After your talk, you’d agreed that a little alone time was in order. So you threw yourselves onto his bed and did what anyone in your position -with unspent sexual frustration and endless simmering desire between your souls- would do and cuddled.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, twirling another strand of your hair in between his fingers.

“Hmm?” you mumble drowsily, drawing a new pattern on his chest with your fingertips.

“Do you love me?”

You pause, brows furrowing. Leaning up on your elbow, you peer down at him. “What?”

He smiles a little. “You heard me.”

“Why do you ask?” You blush bright red.

He chuckles, brushing a hand against your cheek. “Well, I’m not like you, angel. I actually need to hear the words. Again,” he adds cheekily.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, contemplating his face. He was perfect. Even the small dips or indents on his skin. Every sharp and soft line, every curve and dip and area of soft flesh.

Beneath you, his muscles strained against his soft pajamas and his warmth surpassed layers of skin and clothing in order to deep into your bones, warming you entirely.

But that wasn’t what made him beautiful. No.

It was the fact that he was such a dork when it came to Charlotte Brontë and Bram Stroker even when he tried to hide it. It was the fact that for years he put aside his own pain to focus on the futures of his students. The pain of losing his wife.

It was that he looked at you like you were his beginning and his end and everything in between. It was the fact that he was unwilling to relent to everyone and everything telling him he couldn’t have you and that he was willing to forgive you.

It was that he was still here. Still fighting even when everything could be lost.

He wasn’t just perfect. He was authentic. And he was beautiful just the way he was.

You finally nod, whispering lightly. “I do. I love you more than anything in the world.”

You’ve never meant anything more in your life. And it didn’t matter what would happen next because you’d be together when it happen and you’d take it on together. You’d always have eachother.

He beams adoringly, running his hands through his hair.

You instantly raise a brow. “What?”

He frowns at you. “What?”

You chuckle, a tiny smirk tugging at your lips. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong. Why does something have to be wrong?”

You instantly smile, patting his cheek as you hook your leg over him tighter in order to get more comfortable. “You just ran a hand through your hair; something’s definitely wrong,” you say as if it’s obvious before softening. “C’mon talk to me.”

He looks into your questioning eyes for exactly three seconds before breaking. “Dammit, why do your eyes have to be so big and…shiny? I can never lie to them,” he mumbles under his breath.

You laugh pressing a little kiss to his stubbled cheek. “It’s my secret superpower. Now; spill.”

He sighs, looking down at his hands. “Nothing I guess I’m kind of second-guessing now. N-not of us o-or anything!” He rushes to explain immediately after. “Just-” he sighs again, looking back down. “I dunno. I feel like I’ve been pressuring you. What if this isn’t what you really want?” He gazes into your eyes, concern swimming in his deep pools. “Is it?”

Unable to hold back a snicker you grin lightly at him. “I just gave you an entire speech about how much I want to be with you and you’re questioning it? Bit late, don’t you think?” You joke lightly.

He deadpans. “Y/n.”

You sigh. “Yes, it is what I want. No backing out this time.” You hold out your pinky with a tiny giggle. “Pinky promise?”

He raises a brow at the small finger, scoffing at the notion. “Angel, I’m a masculine manly-man do you really think that I’m gonna pinky promise you? No.”

You wiggle your pinky with a tiny pout. “C’mon!”

He sternly peers down at you (again for exactly three seconds) before breaking down once more, half-heartedly linking your pinky with his and grumbling for a second time about how your eyes were “unfairly adorable”.

You laugh tightening your finger on his, as you gaze into each other’s eyes tenderly. “I pinky promise to always be with you. No matter what.”

He smiles softly, repeating your words back to you with the tenderest look in his eye. “I pinky promise to always be with you. No matter what.”

When you take your pinkie back, he rolls his eyes, chuckling. “I can’t believe you made me do that. I hate you.”

Lightly shoving his shoulder, you place a soft peck on his cheek. “You know you love me. Plus, c’mon, I came looking for you here, I can’t leave without at least a pinky promise.”

He smirks, wiggling his brows suggestively. “You do realize this means I won, right?”

“Won?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah. This time, you came for me. So I won.”

You snort. “Asshole.”

He chuckles as you suddenly grow serious.

“You know, I hate that you know me better than I know myself. I can never hide from you,” you whisper as he grips your face with his hand.

“You don’t have to,” he says sincerely, looking directly at you. His dark gaze pierced your soul and your breath hitches, forming a huge lump on your throat. “Not from me. Not ever.”

You shiver under his touch, leaning into him. You bite your lip as you gaze at him from under your lashes. “What if what I’m trying to hide is ugly?” You husk.

He simply smiles, like what you’re saying is utterly impossible. “Then you don’t try to hide it. I want to see it all. Because you know what? In the end, I know it’s all going to be beautiful.”

You can’t keep the damn goofy smile from tugging at your lips as you softly kiss his nose. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you breathe. “I love you so fucking much.”

He pecks your cheek lightly in response, resting his forehead on yours.

“Who are we without scars, without stories to tell? Your flaws make you who you are, angel. And I’ve fallen in love with you. All of you.”

You smile softly at him, your heart thumping loudly inside your chest. “You make me all crazy, you know that?” you mumble.

He laughs, closing the distance between you two and brushing his lashes against yours. “I’m sorry.”

You giggle against his lips, softly moving yours against them as you peer into his darkened eyes and wide blown pupils. “No, you’re not.”

He rubs his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly, tracing your skin like he was afraid you’d break if he pressed too hard or rubbed too much.

“You’re right- I’m not,” he breathes hotly against your skin, playing with your lower lip.

You press your nose to his, pressure building in your chest as you slowly begin straddling him. “Do you want me?”

His other hands grips your other cheek, gaze pinning yours down with ease. “All the damn time,” he responds without hesitation, voice growing deeper and more primitive.

You smirk down at him, forgetting entirely about everything and everyone else.

“Really?”

He looks at you incredulously. “Are you serious? How do you not know what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. What do I do to you, Chris?”

Your pussy begins pulsating rhythmically, panties damp at the implication.

He inhales sharply, clamping down on that plump lip. “Shit sweetheart. You want details?”

He seemed startled but turned on all the same.

You bite your lip, feeling your nipples harden under the soft fabric of the shirt and nearly let a moan slip when it rubs against the sensitive nubs as you move.

“Yes. I want you to tell me exactly how much you want me. I want you to tell me how you’ve imagined me before. What you’d do to me if you’re given the chance,” you rasp all in one breath.

As you speak, you grind your down hips on his, enjoying the much-needed friction it created in your sensitive spot.

He clenches his jaw, eyes ablaze with that fire you missed so much.

“Careful sweetheart,” he grits out through clenched teeth, hands dropping to your ass and hips. “If you get too close I might burn you.”

You look him in the eye, knowing damn well your own unquenchable fire was swaying sensually back and forth in your eyes. You wanted him—bad. In fact, you fucking needed him. You needed him like you needed air to breathe. Fuck, you ached for the feeling of his cock inside you, claiming you as his. Because damn you were his.

“Then burn me,” you say with full intent.

His eyes snap shut, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n. If we don’t stop right now I can’t promise I won’t fuck you ‘til you’re screaming.”

Your pussy instantly grows wet at his words, pulsating far more aggressively than before as you move your hips faster.

“Fuck Chris. Have you dreamed about me?” You pant.

He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, dick stirring in his pants. “Almost every night,” he admits without shame or hell- even embarrassment.

Than only makes you more flushed.

You lick your dry lips, his eyes following the movement. “Yeah? And what am I wearing?”

He closes his eyes, hands traveling down to your thighs before rising gradually up to your waist, pushing fabric out of the way. You tremble beneath his fingertips and he uses the chance to guide your movements against him, his long fingers setting a rhythm for you to move to.

He hisses with pleasure. “Y-you’re wearing my t-shirt. Only with panties underneath.”

You inhale deeply, chest rising but not falling just yet at the vivid image. “Mhm,” you hum softly. “And where are we?”

“My bedroom. You’re sprawled out on my bed, sleeping.”

You bite your lip. “Are you hard yet?”

“Hell yes,” he breathes, digging his nails into your ass. “I can see your ass from here. All of that for me,” he moans softly against your chest as he adjusts you and his grip on you so your tits are closer to his face.

You arch back at the sensation of having his hard cock rubbing against you from beneath his pants.

“You’re moving around in your sleep and I’m getting harder because you look so damn innocent but sexy all at once. Like you’re just asking me to ruin you.”

You moan against him, accidentally brushing your nipple against his lips in the frenzy of your dry humping.

You freeze for a second, letting the sensation sink into your cells, warming them with electrifying bliss before moaning louder when Chris lightly opens his mouth to take one of them in over the thin material of the shirt.

Your mouth falls open at the sensation and your finger rake through his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as he gently suckles on the sensitive bud, rolling his tongue around it with expert sensuality.

His eyes meet yours as he does this and neither of your looks away as he flicks his tongue back and forth, causing your whole body to nearly overload with bliss.

“Fuck Chris,” you mewl, digging out nails into his scalp.

He stops sucking, using his finger to play with them instead. Your mouth falls open in a choked-up scream as he continues narrating his dirty dream for you.

“Even from there I can see how soft your skin is. How perfect your tits are and how good they’d fit in my hands. It’s torture until I walk over to you and grab one of your ankles gently in my hands…”

“Yes?” Your breath hitches as he hits a sensitive spot.

“And the other one too. Then I slowly part them. I don’t want to wake you yet. Not like that.”

You bite your lip, holding back a moan.

“When I’ve completely opened your legs, I slowly crawl up your body, kissing your legs as I go. When I reach your inner thighs, I slowly lift my shirt up….” he trails off, his thumb softly grazing your sensitive nub.

Your head flies back at the sudden jolt of pleasure it sends up your spine. “Shit Chris,” you groan.

“I start leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your soft skin. You’re shifting in your sleep, growing wetter, but you still haven’t woken up. Finally, I kiss your pussy.”

At the words coming out of his sinfully soft mouth, you feel your stomach clench, mouth capturing a silent scream and swallowing it back down.

He keeps you moving against him, his fingers gripping your thigh and his thumb working soft circles into your now soaked panties.

You gyrate into his hand rhythmically, fully concentrated in how good he felt.

“Uh-huh,” you finally grit out.

He continues speaking, voice strained and tone nearly drowned out entirely by animalistic frenzy. “You slowly peel your eyes open as I’ve begun flicking my tongue over your clit back and forth.” He copies the motion he describes with his thumb, smirking viciously when you nearly fall over him.

“I’ve been doing it over your sheer lace underwear this whole time, but when you are finally awake, your smell and your taste become too much for me to handle. You intoxicate all my senses sweetheart. I just want you on my tongue. I want you to ride my face until you cum in my mouth.”

And that’s all he needs to add to his jerky thumb movements for you to cum. Hard.

As if he can sense that you’ve reached a climax, he watches you with hunger, drinking in the sight of you coming all for him. “That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me. All for me. Fuck, Y/n.”

You convulse, cursing like a damn sailor into his mouth. “Fuuuuck Chris!”

When you’re done, you slouch against him.

He hugs you to him and the rumble of his laughter travels through you, causing your sensitive insides to tremble. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You lift your head carefully. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Good. Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Oh.”

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brushes-of-sage · 4 years

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ok wait a minute the hugo and luke parallels are a little too close for comfort i stg if hugo tries to kill varian imma scream into a pillow i don't think i can take it. Also i recommend u go to youtube and look up last day of summer animatic the first one that shows up breaks me so hard i actually cried its 2:20 long and I highly recommend it and its by monnichi. Also also: YOUVE SEEN THE MUSICAL ON STAGE AHHH UR SO LUCKY IVE ONLY SEEN BOOTLEGS AND LISTED TO THE SONGS ON REPEAT HOW WAS IT?-💙

Fam, you mean this animatic?

youtube

‘CAUSE HECK YEAH LEMME CRY OVER THIS AS I WATCH IT AGAIN 😭

Also, exhibit A:

“The truth: it's so they don't have to see us.

They won't bother to show their face,

It's time to make the world our own

Time someone put them in their place.”

Exhibit B:

*gestures to his relationships with Alec and Donella*

We’re so lucky that Varian was able to help and intervene and we found a soft and kind boi underneath that mask of his, but just imagine - Luke is the Hugo that turned bitter. Luke is a possibility that Hugo could’ve taken for being abandoned, pushed aside, forced to help with only a fraction of appreciation-

Just..... imagine 👀

Also agree - I will personally die inside if this new weird strange acting Hugo tries to kill Varian ‘cause ahhhhhhhh

AND HECK YEAH I HAVE!!! It’s the only musical I’ve seen live aside from DEH. Right before it went on to Broadway - the tour came to town and I practically begged my parents to let me go, even if I had to go alone.

And lemme tell you, it’s MAGNIFICENT!

Chris McCarrell embodied the sassiness and the inner turmoil of Percy so well and I actually cried when they included the scene in the apartment with him and Sally right after Gabe yelled at him.

Seriously, it’s a smaller cast, like DEH, and considered ‘low budget’ but holy heck, it’s was BEAUTIFUL! I think I made a post about it after I went but if I can’t find it, lemme just say that they all put their souls and passions into this, the chaotic teenage energy that radiated off of everyone was glorious, whathisname (shame on me I’m so sorry) who did Chiron and Poseidon and mcfreaking drag queen Medusa and the toilet paper guns Jorrel and Kristen were also so amazing gni love them ajfkakdjka

Bless them all for creating this - I was crying and laughing the entire time. Who cares what the critics said. This musical was PERFECT 110/10!

#sage answers #💙#the lightning thief musical #hugo the human #luke castellan #PARALLELS I SAY #I WILL DIE WITH THIS CONCEPT NOW #ANFJKAFJKA #varian and the seven kingdoms rp

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cncobby · 5 years

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rainy/lazy days with cnco

uh disclaimer this is my first hc after finals and my brain lowkey is fried so i hope it isnt trash :D ily all

RICHARD

LOVES rainy days he gets to spend with aaliyah

you three have a very specific rainy day routine

aaliyah is the first to wake up

jumps in between you two

“ITS RAINING !!!!!!!”

at first richards like wtf its so EARLY

but then he see’s how excited aaliyah is and

soft™ richard comes out immediately

breakfast consists of waffles with a TON of whipped cream and syrup

coffee for you and richard, hot chocolate for aaliyah

disney movie marathon of course

aaliyah puts on her fave disney princess dress

she forces u and richard to dress up too

(richard in a plastic tiara is the best part of the whole day)

lots of duets between richard and aaliyah

arguing over which disney princess is the best

aaliyah ends up getting sleepy after your third movie

canoodling time for u and richard ;)))

i just imagine lots of deep convos and cuddling during rainy days

small things like him playing with your fingers

you tracing over his tattoos

deep talks about the future

“i want a family with you”

he like lowkey panics bc ur silent

“not riGHT NOW BUT-”

cutting him off with a kiss

“shut up u dingus i want a family with you too, i just didnt wanna start crying”

JOEL

lots of early morning cuddling

you guys are both awake but just laying in each others arms

listening to the pitter patter of the rain

playing with his messy curls while he traces figures on your skin

*muffled* “joel we should really get up”

“five more minutes mom”

you guys eventually move the cuddling to the living room

but first !! breakfast

making a special pancake breakfast that u guys have specifically reserved for rainy days

(joel acts like its so prestigious but its really just chocolate chip pancakes with other normal breakfast foods)

rainy days are sacred movie days

all of ur fave movies

watching bootleg musicals together??? yes

reenacting scenes from RENT, newsies, and in the heights

(convincing him do a wicked duet with u was the best decision ever)

(he makes a very handsome fiyero)

“may i have this dance m’lady?”

“are you asking me to dance with you to the hamilton soundtrack?”

“yes i am”

after lots of convincing he lets u straighten his curls

(its not a good look)

bubble baths together???? yes pls

romantic baths with candles and wine

ERICK

you guys play soo many board games

u get hella competitive

but also suck at monopoly so he’s purposely letting u win

just to see ur cute reaction everytime he fake lands on your property

teaching him how to play chess

“but WHY can the pawn only move diagonal sometimes???”

“i honestly have no explaination babe thats the rule”

baking!!!

lots of smooches in the kitchen

making and decorating sugar cookies

“ur not allowed to show the boys these babe they’re all for me”

“well too bad i already made some for them”

“hEY i’m your bf i get cookie dibs”

a food fight happens suddenly????

u guys are a MESS

there is flour everywhere and suddenly he’s kissing whipped cream off your mouth

eventually u abandom baking and end up buying cake

late night walk through the rain

you guys end up at a cozy cafe

end up sitting by the fireplace until 3am just talking to each other

he piggybacks u home bc ur literally half asleep when u leave

ZABDIEL

you guys def sleep in till noon at the very least

you’re obviously the first one up

he wakes up to the smell of you making coffee

*wrapping his arms around your waist*

“smells good amor”

“breakfast is on the way, i ordered doordash”

um harry potter movie marathon obviously???

you both know the movie by heart

reenacting scenes together

(ok but the sexual tension when you guys recreate the harry draco duel???)

*zabdiel pinning you to the couch*

“scared potter??”

*pushing him off of you*

“you wish nerd”

wearing your matching harry potter robes ofc

him playing guitar and trying to teach u guitar!!!!

“and put that finger there - why do you have such small hands for”

“wELL NOT ALL OF US ARE GIANTS”\

doing dumb shit like making him give u a piggyback around your entire house

“ONWARD TO THE KITCHEN”

him pretending to drop you

eventually he actually does but catches u in time and plays it off with a kiss

“nice try dork”

CHRISTOPHER

gets really excited bc he has an excuse to just stay inside all day

you’re barely awake when he carries you into the living room

“christopher what the fu-”

“loOK I MADE A PILLOW FORT”

you turn ur head and there lies the biggest pillow fort youve ever seen

“we’re not allowed to leave this fort since its raining”

“chris i have work to do”

“nOT TODAY YOU DONT”

grocery run to get ur fave unhealthy snacks

i feel like he’d love having you read to him??

like imagine cuddling and reading aloud to him while he plays with your hair

you guys end up ordering pizza and opening a bottle of wine and stay up the entire night talking about dumb stuff

dancing in the rain!!!

he’d prob get the dumb idea to kiss in the rain bc its romantic

so he pulls you out into the rain and you guys end up getting soaked

but its all worth it bc he’s spinning you around and smooching you like theres no tomorrow

#cnco #cncowners #cncowner #cnco imagines #cnco fanfic #cnco headcannon #joel pimentel #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus

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Chapter Two

masonfucker1000: hey! i cannot fucking sleep for the life of me

masonfucker1000: nosam show's today, isn't it?

familyjules: hell yes it is! im too excited to sleep too do u wanna talk for a while while i get ready

masonfucker1000: uh, yeah, arent we talking now?

familyjules: shut up i'm sleep deprived and playing bass my mind is off

masonfucker1000: playing bass? are you reallyyy playing bass? or are u playing around w ur secret bass-stripping software, wannabe christo?

familyjules: fuck you i'm actually playing, masonfucker! u want proof go here: rabb.it/familyjules

masonfucker1000: uh huh

Mason's heart was suddenly beating out of his chest as he sat up in his bunk and plugged in earphones. Was Jules gonna turn on her camera? He was already freaking out that he was in the same city as Jules, he might even see her in the crowd! The boys had already teased him plenty in the past week for being so excited for it. He took a deep breath and clicked on the link.

Elias: Show me the proof!

Jules clicked on the camera and stuck his tongue out, smiling. "Hey, dumbass," he said, internally cringing at his voice. He lifted the bass. "Proof. Right here." He started to play one of Nosam's songs, smiling while he did.

Mason had to take a deep breath as soon as Jules turned the camera on. He blushed for no reason at all as he looked down at his bare chest and SpongeBob boxers, even though she couldn't see him. Jules' voice was awesome. The first thing he noticed were her blue eyes. Mason had seen a lot of blue eyes, but these were... wow. It was as if Mason had been searching for a certain shade of blue and had just found the perfect ones.

Her hair was an absolute mess down to her shoulders, and there was glitter all over her face, and she had tattoos. Blackwork flowers covered her shoulders down to her elbows. Those flowers were framed by a thin black line that went across her collarbone and shoulders, down to the end of the flowers. He could also see a moth and red and blue outlines of a skull on her thighs. She looked good. Really good. And then she showed him the bass and started playing, and Mason was pretty sure he'd nut right there.

Elias: holy fuck. holy fuck

Elias: Jules you're gorgeous

Elias: Sorry i mean your bass playing is amazing, it is, my mind is blown

Elias: but ive heard that before. right now im looking at

Elias: your face and

Elias: you look so good

Jules continued playing a few chords while he leaned forward to see the screen. He blushed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "You're an idiot. My hair is a fuckin' mess right now, dude." He leaned back again, the bass just barely hiding the fact that he was in a pair of boxers and a tank top and nothing else. "I'm gonna respect you not turning on your cam or mic, but damn, I wish I could see you." He laughed a little at how weird that sounded. "You're making me think you're someone famous."

Mason grinned. Jules' voice was soothing and light enough to severely tone down the dangerous words coming out of her mouth, the fact that she had casually— jokingly— guessed who he was. Sort of.

Elias: aw!! youre blushing! thats a blush!! youre cute

Elias: you're gonna make me blush. are u really that desperate to see me?

Elias: im sure u wish i was some1 famous

Jules laughed again. "Asshole. Maybe I do, you could get me a record deal or some shit. I don't sing much but my sister sure as hell can and I can harmonize okay." He plucked a string. "Also I'm not desperate. Just curious."

Elias: i would in a heartbeat

Elias: SING

Elias: you gotta sing

Elias: oh im sure its a burning curiosity

Jules blushed again, but obliged. He started singing a Nosam song. He blushed through it, then coughed a little. "I'm really not that good. Better with other people."

Mason smiled wide when Jules started singing. It was similar to Chris' range— which was really good. And her voice was different. Or maybe he was just... crushing extremely hard on her.

Elias: you're a solid Chris! and better than you think!

Elias: your voice is super smooth but it also has a nice rough edge to it and its fucking rad

Elias: you're a 1000% band material all the way, jules, I swear

Jules laughed nervously, grinning. "You're biased. Definitely just saying it." He shrugged a little. "Ugh. An hour 'til I go stand in line all day for good views."

Elias: youre good!

Elias: it'll be worth it

Elias: I hope youre at the front of the stage

Elias: ha! is that what ur gonna wear? what are those, boxers?

Elias: they are!

"Hell no!" Jules laughed. "It's way too fuckin' cold for that. And yes. They are boxers— Spongebob ones to be specific." He set his bass on the bed next to him and leaned up on his knees, so Elias could see. "I should probably get dressed actually. Turning off my camera for a minute." He turned it off and started to get dressed, keeping the mic on.

Elias: FUCK

Elias: IM WEARING SPONGEBOB BOXERS TOO

Elias: wow u have killer thighs

Elias: BOOOOOOOO

Elias: now im left to imagine

Jules stopped for a second to read the messages. "Twins! And boo for you. The thighs and ass are the result of a lifetime of hockey, my friend." Jules shrugged on a flannel and started buttoning it over his tank top. "I've got a killer ass too."

Mason bit his lip at that, significantly affected by imagining Jules' killer ass.

Elias: thank fuck for hockey

Elias: oh, I believe it

Elias: i have a lacrosse bod

Mason froze after he sent it. Sure, it was in hidden corners of the internet, but it was a little-known fact he played lacrosse in high school.

Jules grinned. "Lacrosse, huh? No wonder you like Mason. He was a lacrosse player."

Elias: oh yeah? bet he wasnt as good as me

Jules pressed the camera button again after he had his jeans on, stepping back as he buttoned them. "Better? Warmer." He grinned, turning in front of the camera. He was wearing a too big flannel since he couldn't wear his binder, and ripped black jeans. "With boots. It's kinda too pop punk for Nosam but y'know."

Mason swallowed as he fixated on Jules' ass. He blushed at the screen and looked up at the bottom of the top bunk. This was ridiculous.

Elias: hotter, definitely, yes

Elias: Pop punk is rad

Elias: and you rock it

Jules sat down again and grinned. "Thanks, man." He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and started to fix it, pulling half back again. "How are Nosam concerts? I mean, I've seen videos, but I haven't ever thought about asking about like... the fans? How did people act?"

Elias: lots of hype. really loud. lots of glitter, merch, posters. as u know, nosam fans are dedicated. altho some people won't even know who they are and pretend they know the songs, which is hilarious. lots of shirtless ppl after T-Shirt Song. might be some shoving around so be careful. theres some younger teenage fans too, they might get a bit much but theyre definitely passionate. older fans are adorable

Jules took a second to read it, playing with a pillow in his lap. "Sounds fun. I— nah, I'll just take off the tank when T-Shirt Song is played. Fuck, I'm so excited. That just made me even more excited. Fuck!"

Mason grinned as he watched Jules get gradually more restless in excitement.

Elias: youre adorable

Elias: hey are u in a relationship? i cant imagine not

Jules was still shifting around a little when he rolled his eyes, plucking a string out of the pillow. He looked up at the other message sound, blushing again. "Damn, you like making me blush. No, I'm not. Haven't been in many, either, if you're gonna ask that next."

Mason pursed his lips, silencing an excited yell. He fist-pumped quietly.

Elias: you're really cute when you blush

Elias: and you're

Elias: into guys?

Jules blushed more, rolling his eyes again. He was silent for a second as he struggled to force the words out. "Yeah. I'm bi, if that helps." He focused his gaze on the pillow again, smiling a little. Elias definitely was interested. "You're more flirty than usual right now."

Elias: can't help it looking at you

Elias: i just think you're really cool

Elias: hot, too

Elias: gotta include both ends of the temperature spectrum

Jules snorted. "I think you're really cool yourself. And probably hot as hell. Can't see your face though, so I'm relying on the idea that you're not some sixty year old mouth breather flirting with me through the internet, like my parents warned me about. And if you are, you're rich, so be my sugar daddy, please and thank you."

Elias: it means shit, i know, but i swear im not 60. ur right, im definitely hot. and young. v muscular. probably the guy of ur dreams. and i would happily be your sugar daddy, baby

Jules blushed, unable to hide his grin. He blew a kiss at the camera, laughing. Being called baby had definitely felt... weird. Maybe it was the nerves. "Thanks, daddy," he teased, blushing harder when he said it. God, his face was going to be the color of an apple soon.

Mason's eyes widened at that, and he cursed himself for actually not minding being called daddy. But, hey, if it works, it works.

Elias: oh, you're into that? ;)

Elias: record for blushing goes to Jules!

Jules huffed. "Asshole. Shut up." He wanted to hide his face in the pillow, but that would get glitter everywhere. "Fuck. I should go soon."

Elias: pretty sure you like when im an asshole

Mason frowned as their alarms rang at that moment. Andrew whined loudly as he dropped himself to the floor from the top bunk. He snorted. Nice timing, Jules.

Elias: :(

Elias: you should i guess :(

Elias: its gonna be good!!

Jules sighed. As much as he loved and adored Nosam... He didn't want to go. He wanted to keep talking to Elias. "I'll message from my phone when I get there, though! And I'll take lots of pictures and videos for the site. My sister is coming with me, too, I'm so excited." He grinned, his excitement returning. "I'll talk to you later, Elías! Have a good day!"

Elias: you better

Elias: i might not answer for a bit tho ill be p busy today

Elias: talk to you later! have a good day, jules x

Mason sighed as he left Jules' room, but grinned as he thought about seeing her in the crowd. It was gonna be awesome.

⧫

Hours later, the place was packed and Mason urged the guys along, getting hyped by all the noise. "Guys, c'mon! Let's say hi to some people."

Once they reached the lines, Mason grinned, touching hands and greeting people from the other side of the cord.

"Dude! You look hardcore!" he gasped as he saw a guy with glitter, lipstick, fishnets, and a ripped Nosam tank. A fucking killer concert outfit. God, he loved fans. The guy's eyes widened, and he grinned wide as Mason gave his hand a squeeze. He scanned the crowds, looking for Jules. She had to be there somewhere.

Andrew came up behind him, muttering in his ear. "You're fucking whipped before even meeting her."

Mason smacked his back and flipped Andrew's hood up over his face to annoy him. Andrew flipped him off as he pushed it back down.

Jules stood in line with Rosaline, bouncing a little as he messaged Elías.

familyjules: in line! we're way at the front but some assholes camped overnight and froze their asses off so they deserve being here first

"Oh my God, oh my God, Jules— Jullian! Look up, holy shit, they're right there," Rosaline said, yanking at Jules' arm. He looked up, gasping a little and bouncing even more.

"Holy fuck, that's them, in person, holy fuck— Fuck, look at Austin, he's so hot- And Chris looks so good—" Jules breathed, grinning.

Andrew blinked, impressed as he noticed a girl wearing a dress that... was made of Nosam shirts? Shit. And next to her was— Andrew stopped, almost barreling into a fan, who did not seem to mind very much. According to the few pictures of Jules that Mason had shown him, the person next to that girl was either Jules or a convincing look-alike. Andrew looked to Mason, who was scanning in the opposite direction, and rolled his eyes. He elbowed Mason, "Dude, check out that dress."

Mason whipped his head in the direction Andrew was pointing, and his jaw dropped. It was a cool dress— very cool— but holy shit, it was Jules. Fuck. He started to move behind Andrew until he remembered Jules didn't know it was him. Right. Duh. His heart beat unnaturally loud in his ears as he stepped towards them. What if he was wrong and he wanted it to be Jules so badly that he'd convinced himself that's who he was looking at? Maybe Jules didn't even exist. No person could look that good.

They were coming their way. "Holy fuck and they're looking right at us aren't they? It's the glitter and your Nosam dress, you funky little designer!" Jules breathed it all, grinning wide and shaking Rosaline's shoulders.

Mason pulled Andrew along with him and puffed out a breath as he walked towards them, smiling, looking to the girl beside Jules, eyeing her dress in awe. "Hey, guys! You both look amazing. I think this is the most impressive gig outfit I've ever seen. How long did it take you to make that?"

Rosaline grinned, shrugging off her jacket so they could see it all. "Around twelve hours. It was hard as hell to put all of it together and cut the shirts. Totally worth it, though!"

Jules grinned, taking her hand and twirling her. "And the bottom is rainbow and glitter cause she's definitely not gay but an ally and as campy as a drag queen." Jules laughed a little, meeting Mason's eyes, then Andrew's. Mason's breath caught.

"Shut up, Jules," Rosaline said, shoving Jules jokingly. He lifted his hands by his shoulders.

Mason smiled happily as the smallest sliver of doubt dissipated when she said Jules. "I'm impressed. Really impressed. Right, Drew?"

Andrew had been distracted by another fan he was taking a picture with, but he turned, glancing at Jules and Rosaline a little awkwardly and nodding, smiling a bit.

Mason laughed at her words and at her sister shoving her. He took a couple of meet-and-greet passes from his pocket and offered them, grinning. "That dress is the best thing I've seen all tour, so I hope I'll see you at the meet and greet."

Jules's jaw dropped. "Holy fuck, no way!" He laughed, looking up at Mason in shock. "You're kidding me, right? Meet and greets?" He grinned, taking one when Rosaline took the other, too shocked to speak.

"Yes way!" Mason grinned wide at them.

"Holy fuck, you funky little designer!" Jules said, latching onto Rosaline and lifting her the way he always did to annoy her. "I knew that dress was good luck. You didn't fuckin' nick your finger once while making it."

He turned back to Mason after putting her down when she threatened to punch him, grinning still. "Thank you. Holy fuck, thank you. Y— We'll definitely be there. It's not like we have anything better to do than meet you guys."

Mason's cheeks hurt from smiling as Jules laughed and lifted the girl. "Don't sweat it. Completely understandable if you find something better to do. Although, I don't know what people in Michigan do. Skate on Lake Mich? Hockey?" he teased. "Just give them to someone else so they don't go to waste. Although I'll be bummed if I don't see you there," he said, meeting Jules' eyes for a second.

Jules froze a little at the hockey comment, blinking and forcing himself to breathe. He suddenly felt a lot colder than he was. Tugging his jacket tighter around him, he forced a smile and nodded. "Don't worry. We'll be there." He felt himself shaking a little and found it kind of hard to breathe. His hand found Rosaline's after a second.

"We'll definitely be there," Rosaline said, grinning at Mason. She squeezed Jules's hand, knowing exactly what was going on. It had happened before. She took the pass from Jules and stuffed it in her bag with her own, one hand still in Jules'.

Mason's smile disappeared for a moment at Jules' reaction. Oh, fuck. Did he say something wrong? He grinned again, turning to Jules' sister. "So, I hope you don't mind, but I just need a picture with you...?" he trailed off, hoping for a name.

"Rosaline," she said, grinning.

"Beautiful name," Mason smiled. Jules' twin sister seemed extremely cool.

"I—" Rosaline looked back at Jules, who nodded and let go of her hand. "Okay. Jules, do you wanna take it?"

Jules looked for a second, then nodded, taking out his phone. He still had the convo with Elías open. That gave him an idea. "Uh— this is kind of a weird question, but could you message my friend too after the picture? He'll lose his shit if he knows I met you." He grinned again at the thought of Elías's reaction.

Mason watched Jules fiddle around with the camera. He was maybe freaking out a little. He definitely said something wrong. Was it the flirting? Or did he offend her with the hockey jab?

His eyebrows rose in surprise as Jules mentioned her friend, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Of course."

Jules lifted his phone after opening the camera, taking a picture of Mason and Rosaline together. "Oh— oh, do you need it on your phone? Is it for security or something?"

"Uh, yeah," Mason took out his phone. "Actually, you should get in this too," he motioned for both of them to take a selfie with him and made a silly face, and then took another one with a smile.

Jules blushed a little at the way Mason looked at him. He stood behind Rosaline, crossing his eyes and opening his mouth, then simply grinning.

He handed his phone over to Mason afterward, then explained a little bit where the text was and everything. "Oh, his name is Elías. Accent on the 'I'. Please, for the love of all things holy, mention the username and embarrass the shit out of him. He deserves it for that."

"Gotcha," Mason took the phone carefully, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. God, how was this gonna end? He pushed the thought aside and managed to laugh at the username.

familyjules: hey Elías! its nosam's Mason! i met your friend Jules today, im flattered you wanna fuck me, maybe we can meet up sometime? ;) x

He smiled in amusement as he showed Jules the message. "How's that?"

Jules took back the phone and grinned. "Perfect." He looked up and met Mason's eyes again. His smile was better, just still a bit forced. "Thank you. You're awesome."

"Anytime, Jules," he gave her a silly, lopsided grin eyes bright. "It was awesome to meet you guys."

He saw Austin walking by and waved him over, hopping a little. "Hey, Austin, check out this rad dress and these rad people."

Austin smiled over at them, although he was surrounded by people. "Very rad dress! Thanks for coming, guys," he gave them a thumbs up.

Jules froze again when Austin came over, for a completely different reason. He grinned, unable to speak.

Rosaline snapped in front of his face. "I— God, sorry. Jules is a mess right now." She elbowed him, but he was just staring at Austin. "Thank you for coming all the way up here. It's the only reason we could come. We tried to go to Detroit once, but our parents wouldn't let us go that far alone in just one day and night." She grinned at Austin.

"Y— You're Austin," Jules breathed.

"No problem," Austin smiled, "That's me. Jules, yeah? Would it be okay if I hugged you?" he glanced at Mason for a split second. Mason glared at him for the same amount of time. Asshole.

Austin's smile grew.

Jules nodded enthusiastically, holding up his arms and hugging Austin tight. Holy fuck, he was hugging Austin Salinas. And Mason Hill was right there. And he'd meet Chris later, and Andrew had smiled at him. This was the best day of his life. He closed his eyes and buried his face against Austin's shoulder, then realized that was weird and he was hugging too long and pulled away.

Austin grinned, laughing and hugging Jules just as tight for a second longer. "You're a good hugger."

Jules laughed. "So are you," he said after they pulled away.

That was an unnecessarily long hug.

Mason pouted, glancing at Rosaline. "Now I want a hug. Rosaline?" he grinned, holding out his arms.

Rosaline hugged him, grinning. She hugged him just a bit too long too, wishing she could have hugged Andrew but beyond happy to hug Mason.

Jules paused for a second, then hugged Mason, face against his chest. "Thank you."

Mason was surprised at the hug, frozen in place for a second before taking a deep breath and relaxing into it. He wrapped his arms around Jules and smiled contentedly. This is what a hug is, fuck every other one I've ever had.

Jules was a little too relaxed into the hug. It felt right for some reason. While Austin's hug was awesome, Mason's was warm and soft and felt incredible. Jules didn't want to let go.

Mason hugged Jules as long as he could without it being weird, and then let her go. "Alright, we should go set up. See you guys later!" he smiled. Austin said goodbye, giving Mason a mocking look, sighing wistfully at him.

"Shut up, Austin," Mason shoved at him, hands on his shoulders as they walked away.

"I didn't speak, Mason," Austin grinned, "She's really cute. I get why you've been annoying the shit out of us this whole time."

"Don't you have a girlfriend already, Sally?"

Jules smiled at them as they left, waving, then turned to Rosaline, tears in his eyes. "We just— Holy fuck, we just met Nosam and got meet and greet passes, Rosa."

Mason loved performing. He'd happily do it for the rest of his life, and that was the plan. He was addicted to the roar of the crowd, to the sound of thousands of people singing along with him, to their songs. It was always surreal, always like being in another world. It was a high. But this concert, he had been especially happy that he could see Jules at the front of the crowd the whole time, just as excited as everyone else was. Jules' proximity was especially wonderful after T-Shirt Song, because fuck, was Jules even hotter without a shirt. Who needed shirts? Nobody. That's what T-Shirt Song was all about (not really, but roll with it).

After the concert, Jules had a newfound love for Mason Hill. He'd loved him before, but not like this. On stage, he was hilarious and bounced around and was so theatrical... it was exactly how Jules wanted to be on stage. He demanded a presence, and made sure he got what he wanted. There was no doubt in anything he did, even if he did make a fool of himself at times and absolutely roasted himself. It was astounding. Mason had delivered everything Jules had hoped for and then some.

At Mason's insistence that everyone in the crowd had to, Jules had stripped off his shirt during T-Shirt Song, then threw it on stage after. Mason had made eye contact with him... a lot, actually, after that, especially during flirty songs. It was like he wanted to fuck or something, and Jules had informed Elías of this. But Elías wasn't replying, which made sense, since he'd said he'd be busy, but it made Jules a little sad.

They were in the back of the line for the meet-and-greet, sadly, but would definitely get to see them because of the passes. Jules wiped some glitter off his forehead while they waited, closer to the front now that the event was almost over, humming to himself. He was sweating after all the moving around, so he was just wearing a bra and his open flannel, bouncing on the balls of his feet next to an exhausted Rosaline. His throat hurt, and it was the best experience of his life. Rosa's throat hurt, and it was the worst experience of her life.

"Wimp," he teased, grinning at her. He coughed a little. "Oh. We're up."

When they were reaching the end of the meet & greet line, Mason grinned as he saw Jules and Rosaline. All of Nosam was shirtless, even Chris, who was rocking scars from his top surgery, still looking fairly pink after over a year. It was incredible how it had gone from cold as hell to hot as shit with all the moving around.

"Hey, Jules! Rosaline!" Mason shouted, waving them forward when the twins had gotten to the front of the meet & greet line.

"Good to see you guys again," Austin smiled at them as he ran his hand through sweaty, wavy hair and pushed his glasses up.

Andrew shot them an awkward smile through the Twizzler in his mouth. His hair was sticking to his forehead as he saluted the pair.

"How're you guys doing? You weren't kidding, that dress is wonderful," Chris stared at the dress, leaning against the table to get a closer look at the detail.

Jules grinned, dragging a tired and stunned Rosaline with him. He still had some post-concert adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"That was the best concert of my life," Jules said. "You guys are fucking awesome up there. Better than the videos I've seen online."

"Glad we made such a lasting impression," Mason teased, smirking at Jules.

"The best concert of my life was probably All Time Low," Austin muttered absentmindedly, yawning. Andrew snorted as he stuck a Twizzler in his open mouth. Austin choked on it, yanking it out of his mouth and tossing it back at him. Andrew laughed, catching it and putting it in his mouth.

Rosaline coughed before she spoke. "Thank you about the dress. And for the passes. This is amazing."

"Thank you!" Chris grinned big, "It was a long time coming. Was definitely a weight off my chest." He winked and finger-gunned them. "You're the amazing ones."

Jules laughed softly, then took a deep breath and looked at Chris. "I— Uh— Can I get a picture? Please?"

"Hell yeah," Chris got up and put an arm around Jules' shoulder for the picture, smiling.

Rosa did the same with Andrew, a little nervous. "Can—" She stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, then smiled sheepishly. "Can I get a picture with you, Andrew?"

"Yeah," Andrew replied, almost inaudible. He immediately got up, taking a picture with her and hugging her.

Rosaline hugged Andrew back happily, on the verge of tears. This was the best day of her life. He spoke to her. He actually spoke to her.

After they got their pictures, Jules grinned at Mason. "And can I get another picture with you? I don't have one on my phone of us, and no one will ever believe me if I don't get one." He handed his phone off to Rosaline, who took it gladly. "Also— Uh— Could you kiss my cheek? I've seen a lot of those online—"

Mason grinned happily as he took the pic with Jules, hand on her back. He smiled, laughing warmly when she asked for a cheek kiss. He kissed her cheek, pausing a moment with his lips on her face for the picture. He hugged her again afterwards, almost picking her up off the ground.

Jules grinned, hugging him back. He squeezed tight, then thanked Mason and took a picture with Austin.

After a few more minutes of awkward conversation about the concert and Rosaline's dress, it was announced that the meet & greet was over and they had to go. Jules pouted a little, but said bye, waving. He turned around only after a few backward steps, trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd just met Nosam twice in one day.

Mason watched Jules walk away, biting his lip and slowly leaning back in his chair, sighing in abject sadness. He was sad, and he was staring at Jules' ass, and he was thinking that it was completely unfair that even though, yes, he finally got to meet Jules, it was for such a short amount of time, and she didn't even know who he was. And, yeah, maybe he had also been staring at her ass the whole time she was walking away.

Austin thumped him on the head. "I can practically hear your thoughts right now and they're gross, Mason."

Mason only smirked.

When Mason had finally showered and eaten, he fell onto his bed. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jules. Which wasn't exactly new, honestly, but now it was like, multiplied times a thousand. He eagerly took out his phone.

masonfucker1000: holy shit !!! holy shit

masonfucker1000: i got a message from mason hill. you met him!

There was a knot forming in his stomach as he sent the message. The concert had affected this whole situation way too much. Mason had been stuck. It was a catch-22. He had to see Jules, but now that he'd met her everything was suddenly real, and horrifying and he was even more aware of how he was sort of catfishing, but like, next-level celebrity catfishing (that should totally be a show). And if he hadn't met her, he'd still be suffering dramatically and daydreaming about it, but at least it would have been simpler and he would have been ignorant.

Jules had passed out as soon as he got home, but woke up to messages from Elías. He grinned, rolling over in bed and rubbing at his eyes.

familyjules: FUCK YES I DID hold on i'll post the pics in the concert thread

familyjules: GUYS MY SISTER AND I WON THE M&G PASSES AND I HUGGED AUSTIN TWICE AND MASON TWICE AND GOT A SHIT TON OF PICTURES LOOK

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masonfucker1000: YOU GOT A CHEEK KISS? that is one hot man. and by that i mean mason. mason is one hot man. tell me the truth. who was the better hugger?

familyjules: okay look you know i love austin but mason's hug was so warm and soft i loved it. i made him hug me to compare for you and i preferred his (but don't tell austin i'm betraying him)

Mason kicked his legs, hollering. "In your face, Austin! I'm the better hugger!"

Austin rolled his eyes. "Jules is biased and doesn't even know it."

masonfucker1000: fuck yeah!!!! mason is the superior hugger! dude did u say earlier that he looked like he wanted to fuck

Mason could not fucking believe he had no self-control. She noticed that he was staring like a fucking idiot.

familyjules: yes i did he kept staring at me and he was singing all the flirty songs and looking directly at me and even kissed my hand once during one of them. i was shook. he's a flirt i knew that but it felt different. like he was trying to woo me

masonfucker1000: uhhhhh lucky bastard!!!!! you got a hand kiss and a cheek kiss! 2 hugs! lemme know when u guys fuck!!

Mason yawned, grinning as he posted the pictures with Jules and Rosaline on his Instagram. He cropped the one with him and Jules sticking out their tongues and made it his background, blushing as he stared at it.

Jules laughed again, yawning. He really wanted some more sleep.

familyjules: shut up that's not gonna happen and even if it did it would require us meeting again. i did find a new love for mason hill tonight, tho i'm not gonna nut for him all over the internet like you!

familyjules: i'm gonna get some more sleep, btw. my legs feel like they're jello

masonfucker1000: lies!!! youre definitely gonna nut for him!

masonfucker1000: aw, get some more sleep, darling jules! x

Jules smiled at the message, even though there was something a little weird about it.

familyjules: have a good day, darling elías 💙

Mason wanted to be happy about the message and the heart, but she'd called him Elias. He sighed, putting his phone aside and shutting his eyes in an attempt to sleep and not think about it, even though he suspected it wouldn't work.

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4lyeskas · 7 years

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inadvertent connections

read it on: AO3 SERIES: Yuri!!! On Ice PAIRING: Victor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri RATING: T TAGS: uni!AU; pre-relationship

based off an au thread i did about victor discovering someone’s dorm wifi is named 3Lu3Lo and like the giant figure skating nerd he is, he’s got to know who it belongs to

The portable wifi isn't working, and Victor is going to freak.

He has a lit paper due in two days that he hasn't exactly read the source material for, let alone started, and he desperately needs an internet connection to quickly Google the Sparknotes or whatever of Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby so he can pull something out of his ass. Restarting the tiny device doesn't work, and neither does shaking it a few times, or tapping it against the wall. In an act of desperation, he shakes Chris awake from his sacred afternoon nap.

"Chris," Victor hisses, jostling his roommate's shoulder. "Chris, the wifi is broken."

"Mmph?" Chris blinks awake infuriatingly slow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Victor knows his friend is coming off maybe six hours of sleep in the last two days but he's too agitated to be sympathetic.

"The portable wifi isn't working," Victor reiterates through gritted teeth. "Help me."

"Did you--" Chris cuts himself off with a yawn, and Victor maybe wants to strangle him. "Did you reload it?"

Victor opens his mouth, then closes it; tries to remember. He'd had that exam on Monday, a report on Tuesday, and between dance training and reviewing and Tequila Thursday with Stephane--

"Shit." Victor rubs a hand over his face and thinks. He could use his data as a mobile hotspot, but that would rack his bill up to heights he likely can't afford. He could run out to reload the wifi, but it's ten in the evening and freezing out, and he'd have to walk. He could wait until tomorrow, but that would mean starting after training and Victor really doesn't want to lose any more sleep--

He stands up abruptly (and Chris, who's already more awake than asleep, is almost upended in bed), making a mad dash back for his laptop. "Oh my god."

"What?"

"Someone else in this dorm has got to have wifi."

"What--" Chris sits up, looking at Victor in disbelief. "Victor, you can't use someone else's wifi--"

"Desperate times, Christophe!!" Victor retorts, clicking the wifi icon and checking the available connections. There are three, all locked. One is called Wifi Is Coming, another is just no ("oh we'll see," Victor mutters), but the third--

"Oh my god," Victor says again, but this time in delight. "Chris!"

His roommate grumbles in response.

"Chris, someone's wifi is named 3Lo3Lu."

That gets Chris's attention. "No kidding?" his friend asks, getting up and coming over to look. One of the things Victor likes best about Chris is that he's just as big a figure skating fanboy; he hadn't expected anyone else here to be the same. This is interesting.

"Whose do you think this is?" he asks, clicking it excitedly.

"There are fifty students in this dorm, Vitya, it could be any-- are you actually trying to connect?"

Victor looks up in the middle of where he's typing tripleaxel into the password box, nonplussed. "Well yeah, I still need wifi."

Chris looks at him incredulously for a moment before remembering his roommate is Victor Nikiforov, and then sighs. "Try quadsalchow," he says, pulling up a chair beside Victor.

Several minutes and unsuccessful login attempts later, yuzuruhanyu gets them in. Victor doesn't know if he should be happy or if he should worry that this person's wifi is so unsecure. Still, he sends a silent thank you as he quickly Googles the great gatsby literary analysis and opens the first five links he sees. Chris pats him on the shoulder and goes to get a snack.

An hour later, after Victor's made some headway and pulled some 800 words out of his ass, he decides it's time for bed (or at least, a few hours scrolling through social media). But because he's curious as all hell, and he can't help himself, he makes a teeny tiny change before he signs out of the Wifi he'd just "borrowed".

3Lo3Lu is now I'M IN RM322 AND ALSO LOVE SKATING. Victor smiles in satisfaction. Chris is unimpressed.

"Really," he says dryly.

"I wanna know who he is!!"

"Perhaps reconsider your strategy," Chris suggests, although he knows it's a lost cause.

"It'll work," Victor insists, and goes to brush his teeth.

Chris wakes up to his phone buzzing way too early in the morning and Victor snoring loudly across the room. He groans, rolls over, and checks his notifications.

To his surprise, there's a text message from Phichit, the cute exchange student from the linguistics department.

≥ u room w nikiforov in 322 right

Chris glances over at his blissfully snoozing roommate and sighs, wondering what he's done this time.

≤ yeah?

≥ whichever of u guys changed the wifi pls stop ur scaring yuuri

Chris actually snorts.

≤ the 3Lu3Lo is yours?

≥ my roomie

≤ victor wants to meet him

≥ not if he keeps scaring yuuri by trying to flirt over the WIFI NAME

Chris laughs and chucks his pillow at Victor, who startles awake with an ungraceful grunt. "What--"

"Wifi boy's name is Yuuri," Chris says without preamble, leaning over his bed to find a shirt from the pile on the floor. It takes a few moments for the information to get through Victor's sleep-fuzzy brain, but when it does, he punches the air and nearly topples over.

"I told you it would work!" he says triumphantly.

"Yeah, no." Chris pulls on a shirt and picks up his phone. "Anyway I'll tell his roommate to introduce us."

Victor grins at him widely. Chris rolls his eyes but smiles back as he leaves to take a shower.

Meanwhile, in Room 222 below:

Phichit pokes Yuuri awake with a huge grin on his face, waving his phone in front of his roommate's face when Yuuri stirs and squints at him blearily.

"Apparently it's Victor Nikiforov changing our wifi name," he says perkily. Yuuri shoots up and stares at him in horror.

"What?"

"Also he wants to meet you," Phichit continues airily, ignoring that his friend is very distressed.

"Tell him I don't exist," Yuuri says very fast.

"What?" Phichit looks up from his screen with a frown. "But you have a crush on him."

"That's exactly why." Yuuri looks at his friend imploringly. Phichit just blinks back, then returns his attention to his phone, utterly unsympathetic.

"Too bad. We're meeting with them for coffee later."

Yuuri looks terrified. Phichit smiles and pats his knee.

(Upstairs, unaware, Victor hums as he picks an outfit for their date.)

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smilexcaptainx · 7 years

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Chris Evans Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: hiii i found ur account and literally in love with it, and i was wondering if you could write a chris evans imagine where you are babysitting sebastians neice (who is a complete brat) and so sebastian leaves to go out and you and chris try to become friends with his neice but she just doesn't like you two at all. so she pulls a prank on you and hides somewhere and you two think that you lost her. sebastian calls you up telling you he's on his way home. you can make up the rest, thank you love u!

A/N: aww, thanks nonny, i love you to <3

Warning: None

You march your way up the stairs of the apartment that Sebastian was currently living in, you had Chris beside you on the way up. You finally reached Sebastian’s door and knocked, the door swung right open, not a second passed by. It seemed that Sebastian was waiting for you, which he obviously was. After Sebastian opened the door your eyes shift down to his leg which had a young lady wrapped around it.

''Hi there!'' chris cooed, giving the girl on sebastian's leg a small wave.

''Go away!!'' she screeched, falling off sebastian's leg and running off.

You stood there awkwardly, holding back a small laugh, it was kind of funny seeing that happen to Chris, mostly when most girls run to Chris and not away from him. Sebastian turned around and watched as she ran into the kitchen, still screaming at the top of her lungs. He turns back to you and Chris, giving you a little smile.

''Isn't she just the cutest?'' sebastian says sarcastically.

''Yeah yeah, how much are we getting paid again?'' chris asks, cutting to the chase.

''Twenty each? It's only an hour, so twenty should do, right?'' he says, checking his wallet for two twenty bucks.

You and Chris look at eachother and than nod, agreeing to his payment. Sebastian's neice comes running back to him and hugs him and stuffs her face in his stomach.

''How old is she?'' you ask.

''She's ten years old, but she acts like a five year old sometimes.'' sebastian teases, tickling her.

She giggles loudly and pushes him off, laughing.

''Stop tickling me Uncle Sebby! You're going to make me go pee!'' she laughs.

She wasn't kidding and sprinted off towards the bathroom, you chuckle at her reaction and looked at Sebastian who was looking at his watch.

''Well, looks like it's time to go, I'll be on my way now, thanks again guys.'' sebastian smiles, pulling you and chris into a group hug.

''Goodbye Kate!'' sebastian screams.

Sebastian stood there waiting for an answer but he never recieved a reponse, he shrugged it off and made his farewell once more. He than was out the door and it left you and Chris in the room together, it was really quiet and awkward. You look at Chris who was already staring at you, you blush and look down.

''I kinda feel good that Seb actually trusts us to take care of his neice.'' you smile.

''Yeah, same here, but I wonder why her mother couldn't stay and watch her.'' chris shrugs.

You shrug as well, you and Chris started to chat but it soon got interrupted by a toliet flushing. You hear the water running which gave you the idea that she was now washing her hands. The door opens and she exits the bathroom, wiping her hands on her shorts she was wearing. She looks at you and Chris, her face twisted into a disgusted look as soon as she saw that Sebastian wasn't here any longer.

''Where's Uncle Sebby?'' she frowns.

''We're babysitting you Kate.'' chris explains.

''I don't need a babysitter!'' she screams.

You cover your ears as she throws another tantrum over Chris talking to her, she runs over to the couch and jumps on it. She stuffs her face in the pillow and starts to kick her feet up and down, constantly screaming.

''Kate!! You need to stop!'' chris demanded.

Kate removed her face from the pillow and looked up at him like he just killed somebody.

''How do you know my name?'' kate asks, scared out of her mind.

''Um, Sebastian told me.'' chris replies.

''Stalker!'' she screeches.

She runs upstairs and you had your hands over your ears still, which was the smart move. As she passes you, she runs into a room and slams it shut. It was probably the room she was staying in, or better yet, probably Sebastian's room. You look at Chris and he had his hands over his ears as well, you smile at him and he smiles as well.

''She sure loves me.'' chris smirks.

''Totally.'' you chuckle.

You and Chris burst into laughter.

''You know, I don't really want to deal with this brat. So.. How about a movie night?'' chris asks, smirking.

''I would love a movie night with my favorite person.'' you smile.

Chris goes and starts to rummage through the movies, when he found one that you two agreed on, he put it in the DVD player and sat on the couch. You sat next to him, Chris than scooted closer and put his arm around you, it started to make you blush really hard. You laid your head on his chest and snuggled up next to him. The movie started and you were in the most comfortable position with somebody that you really liked. As you watched the movie, your eyes were drooping low after about thirty minutes in, so was Chris's.

After a while you two fell right asleep, the movie still playing. As you slept, you had a good dream about Chris proposing to you and you two got married, but right when you were going to lean in for the kiss, the sound of your phone ringing interrupted your sleep and woke you up. You shoot up from Chris's chest and looked around frantically, it took you a while to realize that it was your phone ringing. You laughed at yourself as you picked it up, it was Sebastian.

''Yellow?'' you ask into the phone, trying not to yawn.

''Red.'' sebastian replies.

''And that makes orange.'' you finish.

''Ha, I love doing that whenever you pick up. Anyways, I'm on my way back, probably ten minutes away. How's Kate doin?'' sebastian asks.

''Kate.. Kate..'' your eyes went wide.

You remove the phone from your mouth and covered it up, hoping it would block the sound to Sebastian. You look at Chris who was still sleeping, you walk over to him and poke him.

''Hmm- Huh?'' he snorts, waking up.

''Chris, have you seen Kate lately?'' you whisper.

''KATE!'' chris screams.

''Shhhh! I'm on the phone with Seb right now! Go and find Kate!'' you say.

Chris follows your comment and gets up and goes to the room she was last, you continued the chat with Sebastian.

''Yeah, Kate's doing just find Seb.'' you say.

''Great! Because I bought her everything that she ever-''

''Y/N!!'' you hear chris scream through hallway.

You put the phone down, hoping Sebastian would just keep talking and not stop. You stand up and go towards Chris's voice, as you arrive to where he was, you saw that he had fear all over his face.

''Chris, what's wrong? And be quick! Seb's on the phone right now.'' you say.

''Kate's nowhere, I couldn't find her, I checked the room she was last in, under the bed, in the closet. I checked the kitchen.. She's gone Y/N. GONE!'' chris screamed.

''Chris! Calm down will you?! She's probably just hiding somewhere around his apartment!'' you shout.

''How are we supposed to be calm when Sebastian's niece is roaming around this apartment free as a bird? She's probably not even here! She probably left the room while we were asleep! This is all your fault Y/N! Because of you, we lost Sebastian's niece!'' chris explodes with anger.

''Why the crap are you blaming this stuff on me?! I'm not the one who wanted to watch the movie in the first place!'' you shouted back.

Chris was going to respond but you ignored him and walked off, you went back to the phone and put it back up to your ear.

''Y/N??'' sebastian sang into the phone.

''Sorry Seb, just went to go feed Kate, she was hungry.'' you make up.

''Well, you left me for about five minutes, so now I'm five minutes away. Cya than?''

''Yup, bye.'' you say.

You hang up and put the phone down, right when you did, a wave of fear came over you, you couldn't believe what was about to happen. Chris was in the background staring at you, you look at him and give him wide eyes.

''He's going to be here in five minutes, we have to find her before he gets back.'' you say, going into sudden panic mode.

You rush off, but before you did, Chris grabs your wrist and you turn your head.

''If we don't find her, I want you to know, It's all my fault, I'm so sorry.'' chris apologizes.

You put your hand on his hand and look him deep in the eyes, you could see that he was being serious.

''Chris, we'll find her, don't worry.'' you smile.

Chris nods his head and you call to split up, and that's exactly what you did. You started to look around, and as you looked around, you suddenly hear some shuffling. Your head snaps towards the desk that was beside you, you duck and see that Kate was right underneath the desk. You gasp and she shushes you.

''I don't want Chris to know I'm in here.'' kate giggles.

''Wha- We were looking all over for you!'' you exclaim.

''SHHHH!'' she shushes.

She pulls your arm and pulls you underneath the desk with you, you plop down right next to her.

''I want Chris to think that I ran away, so go back to him and tell him that I wasn't here. When Uncle Sebby arrives, I'll still be here. Come and get me and than return me.'' kate smiles.

''But-''

''Just do it and you'll be my favorite babysitter.'' she smirks.

You sigh and nod, you stand back up and the light flickers back on, your eyes go wide as you saw that it was Chris.

''You find her yet?'' chris asks, looking around the room.

''Nope, not in here, no need to check, I already checked.'' you say, walking towards him.

''She has to be in here, there's no other place to be!'' chris exclaims.

You suddenly hear the door open and your heart skips a beat, Chris started to panic even more.

''Sebastian's here! He's here! What are we going to tell him?! That we lost Kate?! We're dead Y/N!'' chris complains.

''Y/N?! CHRIS?!'' you hear sebastian scream.

''Calm down Chris, just go out and distract him, I'll keep looking.'' you say, trying to calm him down.

Chris bolts out the door and goes to Sebastian, you hear him greet him. You go back to the desk and get Kate out from underneath the desk. You look at her and smile, you stand at the doorway and eavesdrop with Kate.

''Awesome! Here's your twenty bucks. Now, where's Y/N so I can give her twenty bucks?'' sebastian asks.

''Um, just give it to me, I'll give it to her.'' chris says.

''No! I want to give it to her in person.. Also.. Where's Kate? Kate!!'' sebastian shouts.

You stayed behind with Kate, trying not to make a peep, it was stressing Chris out even more.

''Seb, I have to tell you something..'' chris sounded like he was about to burst into tears.

You take Kate's hand and rush outside to Sebastian, Chris seeing Kate made his face turn extremely red. Kate cheered and ran up to Sebastian, jumping into his arms, cheering with delight. She was so happy to see him and it was kind of cute to you, Kate actually wasn't as bad as you thought. Chris was absolutely speechless, he didn't know what to say.

''How were the babysitters?'' sebastian asks.

''Amazing! I love them so much!'' kate cheers.

She looks at you and winks, you wink back, and apparently Chris saw the wink you two threw at eachother.

''Okay.. What just happened?'' chris asks.

''Nothing, let's get goin Chris, I have to do something.'' you say, taking his hand.

You get the twenty bucks from Sebastians and than hug him once more, than exit his apartment room. As the door shuts you hear him ask if she watched a movie, and she said she did. The door shut and you look at Chris who was giving you the death glare.

''What just happened. She was gone. She wasn't here. I was about to tell Seb, and than BAM! She just pops out of nowhere? Somethings up.'' chris shakes his head.

''Magic.'' you smirk.

''Whatever, I'm never babysitting ever again.'' chris complains.

''I support that, you're a pretty bad babysitter.'' you smile.

''So are you.'' chris winks.

The End

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