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042502 · 17 days

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𔓕 ່ ⃝⃝🧡 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐎 : 𓈒 𝇋♡︎𝇌

ೀ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Random situations of Chris being your boyfriend.

ೀ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. Mentions of sexual relations, insults, established relationship, appearances by Nick and Matt, video format, daily life.

ೀ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. I don't speak English. The truth is that I wrote this with loose ideas, maybe we will have a second part, I don't know. I leave you a link below in case you liked what you read 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

WHEN THEY LEAVE THE SHOPPING HE WOULD CARRY YOUR BAG.

"You look great" Chris looks at Matt and blows him a kiss.

“Thank you sweetie” Chris makes a silly pose with your bag.

"You're so gay," Nick scoffs.

"Stop shaking my bag" You ask your boyfriend.

HE LOVES THAT YOU CARESS HIS HAIR. AND YOU HAVE USED THIS TO YOUR ADVANTAGE MANY TIMES.

"Chris!!" You approach him jumping happily.

"Before you speak: no, I don't have, I don't want to and I can't" he jokes and you make a cute pout.

"I really need it, I've been waiting for this moment all my life" Chris rolls his eyes for a few seconds and you show him the screen of your cell phone.

"That? A concert?" He looks at you and you nod repeatedly, then drop your body onto the couch next to him and snuggle around his arm. while he holds your cell phone by sliding his finger on the screen. "Zayn? Is he giving a concert? I thought he was on his damn farm tending to a potato," he joked.

"He's back and you know how much I want to see him."

"I know, but it's impossible, I have a full agenda. We can see it next year." Chris gives you a kind smile.

"Chris we don't know if he will be back next year! Please!" Chris still refused, you have nothing left but to use your fire tool, Your nails dig into your boyfriend's disheveled hair and you see him close his eyes enjoying the caress.

"We could talk to the boys and go all together, we'll enjoy it" you continue sweetening Chris with your caresses.

"Okay, let's talk to them" upon Chris's approval you stop petting him and run in search of the boys.

HE ALSO ENJOYS RECEIVING AND GIVING YOU MESSAGES ON YOUR FEET.

You may be lying on the couch enjoying a lazy afternoon watching movies on Netflix.

At some point he would leave his feet within reach of your hands and ended up giving him some gentle massages.

HE DOESN'T LIKE SILLY COUPLE NICKNAMES, BUT HE'LL CALL YOU "MA" OR SIMPLY BY YOUR NAME.

"Chris said many, many, many, but exaggeratedly many times" Nick adjusts his glasses "he said many" Chris interrupts him.

"I think it was understood"

"Well, he's said many times that he wouldn't call his future girlfriend stupid nicknames." Chris and Matt understood where Nick was going.

"Yes, yes, yes" Matt sits back in his seat to look at his brothers. "We've heard Chris say many times that he wouldn't use ridiculous nicknames with his girlfriend and he literally now."

"He calls her MA!" Nick shouts and fake laughs.

"It's not ridiculous and it's not like that, it's not stupid" Chris exluss.

"You don't know how funny it is when we wake up and the first thing I hear is saying 'good morning ma' it's so stupid."

"Hey!" Chris shouts.

"You haven't heard anything bad, I heard him talking to her like a baby, Chris sounds something like... Oh, I really need you to give me affection" the three of them burst into a big laugh.

MOSTLY HE IS THE ONE WHO CHOOSES ABOVE ALL, YOU JUST TRUST HIS CHOICE.

"What are you going to order?" Nick asks you as he sticks his head out the window.

"Huh, I don't know... Same as Chris."

"You don't even know what he's going to order." Matt stretches and looks at you in the rearview mirror.

"What are you going to order then Chris?" Nick looks at his brother.

"Pepsi, a double burger, medium fries, you know," he shrugs, before Nick repeats the order and speaks again. "The hamburger should not have onions"

"Since when have you not eaten onion?" Matt asks with a slight frown.

"She doesn't eat onions" he points to the seat behind him, in your direction and you smile.

PHYSICAL CONTACT IS THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE. ESPECIALLY THE HUGS.

Chris has said that he is not a demonstrative man, but you don't feel that is the case. Every time he can he is adding your hands and playing with your fingers or just giving you little caresses.

"I don't think that's true," says Madi.

"I'm telling you, yes, I read it in the news." Matt moved his fingers over the screen of his cell phone looking for the news he was talking about.

"Check the history," you suggest to Matt..

You had your hands on the table while you were talking animatedly with the boys, Chris was next to you playing with the chain that decorated his left wrist.

"Look there it says clearly" Matt brings his cell phone to his friend showing her the news.

You laughed cheerfully as Chris's hand took one of your hands to play with. You smile and give him a small friendly squeeze, he intertwined your hands, then patted, tried to hold one of your fingers, among other strange things he did.

On other occasions where perhaps he wanted to be more discreet, such as when he was at his parents' house or yours, he just slid his hand under the table and left it on your thighs.

"Your aunt has mentioned countless times that she makes pudding even tastier than mine, can you believe it?" Your mother was talking to you while she was preparing tea to drink.

"That's impossible, I had the pleasure of trying the pudding you made and it is exquisite, there can't be a better one." Chris compliments your mother and she turns to look at him and says "I know" making them both laugh.

Chris's hand sought your touch under the table, leaving his hand on your thigh and then pulling you closer to him to give small squeezes from time to time.

Although he had many signs of physical affection, the one that stood out the most were his beautiful hugs. Chris's hugs were magical, they recharge you with abundant good energy. They make you feel renewed.

"Good morning ma" you hear your boyfriend speaking at your side of the bed.

Your eyes slowly open and you can see him smiling. You push your way through the sheets to be greeted by his arms in a warm embrace.

"Hmh Chris..." You murmur. "I told you that if you are going to sleep without your shirt, cover yourself well with the sheets." the top of his chest was freezing, then you'd have a sick Chris from taking in cold air.

"I'm sorry ma"

Hugs in the morning are essential to have a good start to the day, but they weren't the only ones. While you are preparing something to eat, he hugs you from behind, When you're in the bathroom getting ready, he also gives you your dose of hugs. He's actually very good at giving hugs.

HE HAS NO PROBLEM TELLING YOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU, HE IS VERY COMMUNICATIVE. EVERYTHING THAT GOES THROUGH HIS HEAD HE LETS YOU KNOW.

"Which of the three do you think is the most sentimental?" Chris read the question for his brother Justin.

"Hmm, none of them are exactly sentimental, but at the same time they are all a little bit."

"I consider it to be me" Nick speaks.

"I'm going to answer that maybe Nick..." He thinks. "Also Chris" looks at his brother.

"Chris?" Matt asks confused.

"Yeah, he's always making a sentimental moment out of nowhere, speaking from his heart and stuff like that. Even lately when his girlfriend is around he's telling her how much he appreciates having her in his life... You know, I don't know if it's because now he has a partner and it makes him twice as sentimental."

"It's true," Nick agrees.

"I, I consider myself to be" Chris brings the microphone closer to his mouth. "I'm actually not ashamed to say how I feel about her in front of someone else, I feel like the fact that I am like that makes our relationship more stable. Because we are very communicative with each other" he explains and his brothers congratulate him on their beautiful relationship.

"Tell him something now," Matt challenges and Chris smiles in amusement.

"Listen, right now I miss you a lot. I really want to see you so I can hug you for a long time and tell me how your day was. Remember that I love you very much and you are the girl of my life" He finishes the message and his brothers applaud excitedly.

HE DOESN'T ADMIT IT BUT HE LIKES IT WHEN YOU STYLE HIS HAIR OR WHEN YOU DO SKINCARE TOGETHER.

"IT'S BURNING ME!!" He screams when I put a mask on his face.

"Chris is a cucumber mask" she adjusted the corners of the mask while he complained.

"Why is yours pink?" He sits down in front of you and you laugh.

"Because it's made of a different material, yours is green" you point out.

"I prefer orange." He takes the comb and runs it through your hair. "Why is your hair straight today?" Chris used a confused tone of voice.

"Apply a product to keep it straight" you explain and he continues running the comb through your long hair.

"It looks good, but I like your naturally curly hair" you smile and break the distance between the two of you by joining your lips.

You take the comb out of his hand and now you are the one combing his hair.

"Will you let me make you a crazy hairstyle?" Chris I agree and you start tying his hair with little rubber bands.

The door to the room opens and you both look in its direction, finding you mother watching.

"You guys look ridiculous" the three of them laugh.

CHRIS IS TOO HARD IN BED, IT'S NOT HIS VANILLA, ROMANTIC STYLE. ALTHOUGH SOMETIMES HE AGREES TO BE IT FOR YOU.

“It’s so boring” Chris pulls his head back to look at you.

His body was lying between your legs, while you were sitting. They were both enjoying a good movie, but then a sex scene comes out.

"They're fucking, what do you mean?" You're mocking.

"That's boring sex," says the screen. "It should be called super boring sex"

"Just because your style of sex is holding me by the hair while you're giving me hard from behind, doesn't mean that that type of sex is fun." He stretched his hair, forcing him to look at me again. He bites his lip.

"I just think our style is a little more interesting” he smiles and you lean in to kiss him.

"You have to admit that sometimes soft sex is nice."

"We never did" you click your tongue denying Chris's words. "We did it?"

"Did you forget?" you pretend to be offended.

"I know, on your birthday. But I just wanted to make you feel more... I don't know, I wanted to be something romantic I guess"

"You were, I didn't expect you to be. I like the surprise" you stroke his hair.

CHRIS IS THE KIND OF BOYFRIEND WHO WANTED TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP SOLELY TO WEAR A MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUME.

"Today we're going to go see our Halloween costumes" Nick speaks excitedly towards the camera in front of him. "We were talking seriously about this, you know, it's very important."

"I still don't know what I want to use." Matt looks at Nick and Nick looks at him seriously. "You're an Idiot"

They arrived at the place and were walking through the hallways full of different costumes. Matt was holding the camera as it focuses on Nick and Chris looking at some.

"It's packed," Chris comments and grabs a crazy hat to put on his head. "I'm kind of excited, I've always wanted to have a girlfriend to wear a complementary type of costume, I think it's actually the only logical reason why I wanted to have one" He takes off his hat and leaves it where he found it.

"Chris has literally said hundreds of times that he didn't want to have a girlfriend, but if he did want one it would be to wear a silly matching suit." Nick adds, still appearing next to Chris.

"It's true" Chris continues looking at the suits. "So today is the day to wear a fun outfit with y/n."

"I hope it's SpongeBob and Patrick" Matt speaks behind the camera and Chris looks at him excitedly.

"Definitely not, they are best friends," says Nick. "It would be weird to see SpongeBob stick his tongue in Patrick's Throat ."

CHRIS LOVES IT WHEN THEY SHOWER TOGETHER.

"No Chris"

"Please, it will be faster if we do it together" Chris begs you.

The situation was the following, you were taking a shower because this afternoon they were going to have a good time at the mini golf. Chris always complains that you take too long in the bathroom, so he says it's much better if you do it together.

Things that you know very well are not like that, they are in the shower even longer if he comes in with you.

"Chris, we really have to get there early," you explain as the hot water slides over your soapy body.

"I just like doing it with you." Chris sits on the toilet seat.

You sigh for a few seconds and agree to let him take a shower with you.

PACIFIERS AREN'T HIS STYLE, BUT LET'S JUST SAY HE SOMETIMES LEAVES SOME BEHIND.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask your boyfriend, who has been staring at you since you got out of the shower.

You walk past him combing your hair. Now you are in front of him waiting for him to answer you.

"It's nothing, I just have a pretty girl by my side" he smiles. "So, who did you say were going to that high school reunion?" You sigh heavily knowing that you had already had this conversation yesterday.

You had a small reunion with your former high school classmates, absolutely everyone would be there. You had mentioned this to your boyfriend and he was not very comfortable with you attending, especially because your ex would be there and he couldn't go since he had to record with his brothers.

They had a little argument about not going and it ended in a lot of heated sex.

"We already talked about this Chris, don't worry. "I'll just have dinner and come back, I won't stay for the party, I'll most likely be here at home when you get back from recording." You give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, you look pretty" you model your outfits for him..

"Thank you" you approach the mirror and then you see it, those bruises decorating your neck. You turn around looking at the culprit. "What is this?"

"I didn't do it right, we should do it again" he jokes.

YOU ALWAYS BUY HIM SNACKS SO HE CAN EAT WHEN IT'S TIME TO FILM IN THE CAR.

"We have no topic of conversation in this video..." Matt starts the video talking.

"Yeah, we didn't do our homework this week," Nick continues.

Chris takes a chocolate bar out of his sweatshirt pocket, Matt and Nick look at him and they both extend their hands in Chris' direction.

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to share" he stretches his chocolate away from his brothers.

"Every food that enters this car becomes everyone's food," Nick tells him.

"Y/n bought this one for me" he breaks it up and gives it to his brothers.

"Since when does she buy you candy?" Nick asks, devouring his share of chocolate.

"Since Matt made the chocolate prank on me" Matt laughs at his brother. "Since then she buys me snacks so I can eat during the videos"

"She's so sweet" Nick says. "Y/n would love you even more if you gave me snacks too" he speaks into the camera to send the message to you, he winks and sticks out his tongue.

"Stop flirting with me girl." Chris punches Nick in the arm.

"Ou, ou, ou, Ouch. HEY! STOP! I'M GAY!" Nick shouts.

ೀ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. I hope you like it, thank you for reading, don't leave without first giving me a like and a nice comment. Don't forget to share with your friends! And remember if you want to be part of the taglist to receive a notification every time I publish a fic, ask me in the comments! That's all for now, goodbye! 🤍

ೀ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. @luverboychris @l34n @sturncakez @imwetforyourmom @hotreaderliin @tillies33ssss @sturnioloxlver @jnkvivi @stvrniolowh0re @adirtylittleheart @ilovechrisssturniolo-deactivate @melonjollyranche @sssoniaswiftt @ecliphttlunar @jetaimevous @khxna @aliceloveschris

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sturniololoco · 5 months

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Shy pt 2

pt 1 pt 3 pt 4

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

SLS x Nathan Doe

Warnings: cussing, etc? Still fluff!

SLS/N’s POV

I was not going to sleep any time soon, especially after what just happens in the kitchen.

And what didn’t help, is that Nick knows.

Speaking of Nick, I hear a soft tap on my door, then it was being opened to reveal my older brother. He quickly shut the door behind him and scrambled to my bed and sat next to me.

He looked at me, a smirk on his lips and a mischievous look in his eye. My face was pink again.

“Damn sis, I don’t even know what to say…other than I fucking knew it!” He said, jumping up and down slightly.

I quickly shushed him with a punch to the arm.

“Fine. You were right. But you cannot tell a soul. It was probably nothing anyways, he’ll forget about it by morning.” I said, kinda feeling sad.

“Girl, I may not know a lot, but I do know that that was not nothing.” He told me, grabbing my hand.

I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically.

“I’m serious SLS/N! He drank out of your cup for fucks sake! He obsessed with you! He was staring at you the whole time we were golfing too!” He said, shaking me a little.

I sighed, not knowing what to do. Yes, I have always had a thing for Nate, but if Matt, or especially Chris, knew, they would flip out!

“But what if it really was nothing and I’m just overthinking everything?” I ask Nick, a few tears welling up in my eyes. I don’t know why I’m upset about something that was never even there.

“oh c’mere.” Nick said, pulling me to him and hugging me close. We stayed like this for a little while before he spoke again,

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you find out if Nate is really into you, how ‘bout that?” He said.

“Really?” I said, giving him a disbelieving look. He nodded and I hugged him again, knocking him back onto the bed.

he pulled the covers over us and shut off my bed side lamp, saying,

“Get some rest, in the morning, we’ve got work to do.”

Nate’s POV

“I felt bad about leaving SLS/N standing there in the kitchen like that, but I had to before Chris got suspicious and came out of his room.

I also felt bad about not telling Chris, my best friend since forever, about me liking her. But she’s his sister, and he’d probably hate me.

I walked into his room, and tossed him a Pepsi. He was layed back on his bed with his shirt off, phone in hand.

I thought about just telling him then and there, just being straight up with him. But I couldn’t bring my self to say the words.

Hey Chris, I think your sisters bad af and I really like her a lot, hope that’s okay-

“Nate, you good man?” He asked me, breaking me back out of my trance. “oh-yeah man I’m great!” I replied, pulling my shirt off and climbing into bed. I turned off the light and pulled out my own phone, and started scrolling.

Chris and I layed like that for about another hour, him casually showing me some tik toks he thought were funny. I would let out a forced laugh, not being able to stop thinking about what I just did in the kitchen.

With that, I rolled onto my side, put my phone down, and decided to get some sleep.

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up really early the next day to Chris, who scared the absolute shit out of me.

you see, Chris will usually run in and jump on my bed, forcing me awake, but this time was different.

This time, he crouched down next to my bed and shook me awake, softly calling my name.

My first thought was Oh shit he knows!

But no. Instead he asked me to help him make breakfast.

“I need your help making blueberry pancakes, there Nates favorite.” He said.

At this, I sighed in relief, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair before pulling on a hoodie, making sure I look somewhat presentable compared to yesterday morning.

Chris and I were the only people awake so far, and the pancake batter was finished. I began cooking them as Chris threw some bacon in the air fryer.

“Nick texted me this morning, said we were gunna do something fun today. You have any idea what it is?” Chris asked me, now helping me scoop batter into the pan.

My eyes widened at this, wondering what on earth Nick had in plan after last nights events. Before I could reply, someone walked into the kitchen.

“Something smells good in here!” Nate said, walking into the kitchen. He had no shirt on with plaid pajamas pants.

If my eyes could go any wider they would.

I looked down at his toned stomach before looking up at his face.

Eye contact.

I quickly looked down, back at what I was doing. Thankfully, my brother broke the silence.

“I had SLS/N wake up early ‘cause she makes them the best!” Chris said, ruffing my hair.

I swatted his hand away, my cheeks turning pink again.

Pretty soon after, Nick and Matt came down to the kitchen, Matt looking tired, Nick looking at me with devilish eyes. I glared right back at him.

I passed plates of pancakes and bacon out everyone, and we all sat at the table and began eating.

“So Nick, what do you have in store for us today?” Matt asked.

He must have gotten the same text as Chris. Nate looked up, intrigued at what we were doing today.

“I thought we could go over to the warehouse and go swimming.” Nick said nonchalantly stabbing at a piece of pancake in his plate.

Everyone nodded in agreement and got excited. I Nick look over at me, with a your welcome kind of look.

I gave him a satisfied smirk and ate the rest of my pancakes, thinking.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo sister #nathan doe #nathan doe x reader #nathan doe smut

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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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I know you’re past your post limit tonight but you are an unwavering ray of strength and sunshine on here. So calm so chill. That cookie jar though…😏

That being said…are yall not entertained????

For those of you who screamed PR for months (I’m talking about the crazy ones who freak out every five minutes about something new even though they claim they know PR and they know people and have sources (in their own heads LOLOL)) - you want it? YOU GOT IT. It’s been in your face for months and yall still can’t see it?

An article comes out every time ramen breathes. And soba must be inserted. Soba gets articles for IG posts…when does that happen to a third rate noodle brand who can’t even hit 1 million followers after buying bots for two years and marrying the sexiest noodle brand alive? (Just to be extra petty, Jenna Ortega got ten million new followers in a week after Wednesday launched on Netflix (same month someone’s else season two show launched and then got canceled but whoops) and she didn’t marry anybody famous. Soba isn’t even a notable brand in their home country. Soba’s name gets misspelled even in her own movie promo posts. Yet she’s getting us weekly and people articles written about her every movement now? Oh and she’s getting a square on us weekly about celebs who adopted pets - with ramen’s dog even though she didn’t adopt the dog? LOLOLOLOL ok!!

Nobody thinks that’s odd?

I’ll have to admit, I didn’t really want to believe in conspiracy theories for a long time. It felt too delusional and too qanon for me. But after ramen returned to IG and made a post about dogs - a people mag article pops up and inserts a line to make it about soba, unprovoked. Why? Almost like it was intentional to shoehorn soba in. Almost like that’s basically been the MO since this all started. The tabloids have changed but the narrative has not. The rumors turned to confirmation turned to more rumors to more confirmation but never really really by the horse’s mouth except kinda two ceremonies maybe yeah go physical therapy!!

The way that “wedding” announcement launched as an unconfirmed source from page six. Then went immediately viral. After a weekend of extreme social media breadcrumbing…it was almost like watching a puppeteer orchestrate a show in real time. I can’t be the only one…right?

They have continuously gone the route of most resistance repeatedly, for two years - and nobody thinks this is just inane? They are doing this on purpose and the more you overthink it, the more crazy and unsense it will make.

Like you mentioned many times before, people just have to wait and see. And be patient. Try not to overreact over every little thing. (Hard for some, but seriously!)

Fact is: ramen has publicly endorsed soba (well maybe not the name) and they are linked. So until this changes, why wouldn’t you expect soba to be around lurking? Ramen can’t be an investor in a brand and then not show up with it.

Though it would be funny if he was caught eating banza pasta while toting the soba brand, like Britney getting caught ordering a coke while she was a Pepsi girl. 😆

I’m totally half kidding about most of this. But I think you get what I’m trying to put down. Nobody has to agree with me. But the longer this goes, the easier it’s been to look back on how it all started and string the pieces together.

First off are the same anon who has been doing amazing with the pasta analogies?? Because if so can I call you, Mrs. Pasta??

This is what PR looks like. Articles upon articles over nothing. Pushing a name out there for what? You make some excellent points, completely. Now, I’m not confirming or denying anything. Just that this is pointed. The timing is interesting and the entertainment is amazing.

Banza past is an amazing option. Top ramen needs to add a little spice and change. Soba noodles on the regular isn’t good for everyone.

I’m just here ready for the show. I told y’all to keep your eyes open 😉

#mrs. pasta

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indigobrushpen · 9 months

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21. Have you ever gotten into trouble for burping in a place or situation where you shouldn’t have? (For Felicia)

"Well," Felicia says, bright red and fidgeting in place. "It's sort of funny, but- yeah, there have been- ahem. A few times. By accident, of course. Usually I was on a date or restaurant or something and belched by accident, but my partners were usually pretty understanding. But I think the worst time was when I was in college and agreed to model for a friend in a film course.

"It was- so, he basically had to film his own mini commercial for a product, and he'd made up a brand of mints- he even had his own branded package and everything, it was really thorough! And that was probably for the best, the whole project was worth about twenty percent of his grade. Anyway, uhm, he needed someone to model in his commercial- someone to eat the mints, basically, and, uhm. Well, I agreed. We poured regular name brand mints into the containers, just so it would look more natural. Those were his words, not mine. All I really had to do was stand in the homemade set in his garage, open the container, eat a mint, and then say the slogan. It was just me, him, and a few other friends who agreed to help.

"And so, when he started filming-" Felicia breaks off with an embarrassed giggle. "When he started filming, everything was going wrong. The camera ran out of battery, there was a dog barking in the background, the set fell over... the list goes on. But the worst part was, the only part that kept getting interrupted was the part when I ate the mint and then turned to say the slogan. Every other part of the thing was perfect- it was just that part that we had to keep retaking.

"I remember- he had a whole pack of, uhm, Pepsi cans for refreshments. And it was summer, and really hot outside, and I had to wear this really tight, almost regal dress for the ad- I don't remember why- but I was, and it made me really hot and tired and honestly squeezed my stomach a bit too much. And since I had to stay in the same spot for the whole ad, I was really in need of some refreshments. So after every cut, after I'd eaten a mint, I'd take a can of Pepsi and-"

Felicia cuts off to giggle harder. "Sorry. I- I'd basically just chug the Pepsi can, and I'd have to finish it right then, because if I set it down without finishing it someone else would probably mistake it for theirs- the whole floor of the garage was, like, covered with half-finished Pepsi cans. And because I kept finishing mine and then throwing them out, I think nobody actually knew I was drinking them.

"It did refresh me, was the thing- the Pepsi was really nice and cold. But after the, uhm, I don't remember exactly, but after the fifteenth take- and fifteen mints, and of course, about ten cans of Pepsi- my tummy started to hurt. I don't know if it was the mints or the Pepsi or both combined, but-" Felicia shuddered a little at the memory. "Ohhh. It was horrible. I wasn't sure what was wrong at the time, or how to fix it, but my tummy just felt so upset and my chest felt too tight and my dress was making everything worse by adding all that extra pressure. My roommate at the time said my tummy looked like an overinflated balloon!"

Subconsciously, Felicia places a hand on her stomach. "I felt really weird, but one of the camera guys had to leave and we could only do one more take that day. So I kind of just... sucked it up, put on a smile, and went back to my spot.

"And the whole time, my stomach is quietly gurgling and roiling but I sort of ignored it. Finally, they focused the camera on me, and I straightened. I opened the container, popped the mint in my mouth, and turned to look at the camera, ready to say my slogan, and-"

Felicia blushes, sheepish. "...And I burped really loudly."

She starts giggling, a strange blend of mortified and amused. "I- It was a complete accident, I didn't even see it coming! One moment I was just standing there, all prim and proper, and then my chest felt even tighter and I opened my mouth and-" she giggles harder.

"Gosh, I was so embarrassed. I still am, honestly- it was a huge belch, it actually kind of hurt to get out! I excused myself, and I was lucky because they all kind of laughed with me instead of being upset- one of them even patted my back after to make my stomach feel better. But the take was ruined, and my friend ended up having to splice together me saying the slogan from a different take. He wasn't mad, and he got a good grade on his project, but he did tease me every time he saw me drink something. So. That was that."

[Hope that was sufficient! Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun with this, please feel free to send more!]

#rp #burping #burp kink #eructo

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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Miss, PhD (XIV)

WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Fluff. Slow burn. Sometimes finally happened.

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Steve frowned, confused, at the screen, seeing the blonde girl - you had told him the name of the actor was Julia Gardner - on screen. Anna… Devi? Delvey? He wasn’t so sure.

You were seated on the other side of the couch far enough that he would need to move from his seat in order to reach you, and your eyes were glued to the screen, a and he had to confess that you were probably more interested in the story of the Netflix TV show than him, which was funny, because he was the one who had ultimately chosen what you were going to watch after seeing it on the trending shows.

“You said you had met her?” he asked.

After the first episode had ended, you had confessed to Steve that you had actually met the woman who was the real life inspiration for the show - Anna Sorokin, the Russian Scammer.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, sipping your soda.

You had finished your glass of wine and switched it for a can of Pepsi - one of many you had brought in your suitcase -, drinking from a glass Steve had offered you after watching you stir the drink until it was flat.

“I was in New York for my dad’s birthday when he was invited to a… investor’s party, I think,” you explained. “Something about a foundation with her name.”

He nodded along, intrigued. The show was placed in the mid 2010s. Considering you were born and raised in New York and your father was a high profile billionaire, it would be unlikely that you never crossed ways with her, considering you were visiting your father. Maybe they were even going to show your family - or at least the party - in the episode.

“And did he fall for her?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“He got weird vibes from her,” you confessed. “And I didn’t like her a lot either, so we never got around to the foundation.”

He confirmed with a soft moan, a little impressed. Your father sounded like a very level-headed man and a good parent anytime you mentioned him.

You glanced at him from across the sofa, and you stood up, walking behind the couch to the nearest table and put it there while he followed you with his arms, and stood by his side for a moment before walking back to your spot, turning right to him, and your eyes moved slowly over his face before you moved right back to your place, glancing at him again.

“Can I sit closer to you?” you asked.

Steve raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at the request.

“Of course,” he answered quickly.

When you two had sat down on his couch to watch the show, Steve was hoping that you would sit with, but he had let you do whatever you wanted - and you had chosen to sit far away from him.

You adjusted your shoulders and moved your fingers, taking off your jumper and folding it, putting it over a chair, and Steve watched as you adjusted the necklace he had given you around your neck, exposed by your low-cut shirt.

Finally, you sat by his side, turning a bit and resting your head on the seat, watching the show quietly.

Steve hesitated, overthinking for what felt like forever, and finally reached around you, placing his arm over the couch and behind you, waiting for you to say anything. Your eyes, however, were glued to the scene going on in the screen, and he relaxed a little, going back to the TV show just as well.

He had just relaxed when moved again, still watching the episode, and rested your head on the crook of his elbow, leaning a little closer to his body, and Steve glanced at your face just as you looked at him.

“You can lay down,” he whispered. “If you want.”

Your eyes moved over his face, and he could see as you silently thought about his offer, slowly pulling away from him and turning, laying on his lap.

Steve sucked in a deep breath once you settled with your head on his thigh, placing a soft hand right i n front of your face, breathing in deep while the episode played in front of you two, but he was too distracted to even look at the screen now. Your hair was spread over his thighs, bright against the blue of his jeans, looking like it would feel very soft and shiny.

He couldn’t help himself, reaching for you and slowly petting your hair, caressing your scalp in gentle patterns, occasionally twirling it in his fingers, trying not to stare at you too much.

When your eyes slowly drifted closed, he gave up on focusing on the show on the screen.

This was the first time you were this close to him, this calm and comfortable.

He could see the features you had inherited from your father now that he was looking at you a little more carefully, the grey strands of hair Natasha had mentioned growing from your roots - you didn’t dye them - and the soft lines on your lower face and around your eyes that he knew came from years of smiles and laughs. He could see a scar on your cheek, so thin that he knew he had missed by seeing you from afar, and the way your lips were a little marked from where he had seen you biting it, and was enchanted by the soft hump on the bridge of your nose, almost as hard to miss as your scar.

Steve reached for your face slowly, moving a single finger over the bone of your jaw and the soft flesh and the angle it made, wishing he could touch your lips in that slow trip.

And then, you turned up and opened your eyes, looking into his with something he couldn’t quite read in them, pupils slowly growing larger. When his gaze drifted down to your lips, they were parted open, looking flushed and soft.

He couldn’t help himself and moved his fingers slowly from your jaw to your chin, and then touched your bottom lip with his thumb, very softly tracing it.

You stood up quickly, surprising him and making him freeze.

Had he made you uncomfortable?

You propped yourself on your knees on the couch and used the seat of the couch to hold yourself in place, face just a few inches away from his.

“Steve?” you spoke softly. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly. “Please.”

You leant closer to him and Steve’s eyes drifted closed when he felt your nose touching the side of his and your breath against his lips, and exhaled once your lips actually touched, reaching for you, cradling your face in his hand while you slowly kissed him, just as gentle as every time you touched his skin.

Sooner than he wished it happened, you pulled away, and when he opened his eyes, yours were still closed and his hands were itching to brush your hair behind your ear and pull you closer, just to keep you close to him.

When your eyelids fluttered open, your lips slowly curled in a smile as you seemed to realise how he was watching you, waiting.

“Steve?” you looked into his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad your car broke down during that thunderstorm,” you confessed.

He grinned, chuckling at your confession, flustered and a little more relaxed now.

“I’m glad my car broke down too.”

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fae-iii · 11 months

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Hello. Gonna post some pixel art in the pokemon gen 1 style that I also posted to Cohost.

Edit: Holy cats, this looks bad on mobile. It looks fine in editing on mobile and looks fine on desktop. Maybe I'll export them differently next time.

Shuppet:

This Meowth clock was envisioned to be like, a tile that would go on a wall in R/B/Y, but it’s too big for that:

Espurr (idk why I kept the background color in when I exported this) :

I kinda liked the rough draft of Espurr better tho, they got a diet pepsi:

Meowstics:

Pumpkaboo:

Perrserker:

Alolan Persian (I’m really proud of this one, turned out really good and made me feel depersonalization or jamais vu or something like that. If there’s a proper term for when something you’ve created feels too good to be yours, I’m unaware of it.) :

Hisuian Sneasel:

Yamper:

Furfrou (I don’t really like this one, was trying not to make them face forward, somethings off and idk exactly what, good practice tho and not as bad as I remembered) :

Alolan Meowth:

Here’s some of my PMD OC’s:

This is Riolu (He doesn’t have a name other than Riolu) :

This is his partner (avidly platonic; not, like, romantic), Fae:

Here’s Riolu again, less shocked; with and without scarf:

I want to do some kind of larger project with the two of them. I have the creative output of an incandescent bulb; so, like, who knows when or if that’ll happen anytime soon.

Fae in particular has taken up a lot of room in my mind. Started a sketchbook that I’ve been posting to Cohost and have mainly been focusing on her design. Trying to get details consistent and from different angles, other art things I am currently unaware of, but maybe’ll learn later.

Unrelated to my OC’s; here’s an Eevee:

Anyway, here’s my Cohost: https://cohost.org/Childebert

I’m probably gonna be more active there and not bother posting *absolutely everything* here. I got the aforementioned sketchbook; dream journals; game thoughts; thoughts that I think are funny at the time, but I regret later, but not enough to delete; uhh I used to have a lot of disorganized stress posts that iirc were pretty negative, but I think I got most of them back into drafts now. They were long and rambly and I wasn’t really venting in a way that was conducive to figuring out solutions, I don’t think. Gonna use my private journal instead and try and keep stress-posting to a minimum.

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Material Watch: Madonna: Truth or Dare (1991)

Watched: 07/22/2023

Format: BluRay

Viewing: Second

Director: Alek Kesheshian

It's probably a cultural bellwether that the biggest name in music right now is Taylor Swift, who is a fine singer/ songwriter and who is about as challenging as a pair of fuzzy socks. Like, I get that she speaks to the suburban experience like no one's business, but she's not exactly out there getting angry notes from the Pope.

But not so Madonna circa 1990 when this documentary was shot and subsequently released. The Material Girl was not poking anyone in the eye, but she was giddily pushing the envelope enough that she was constantly getting free publicity from outraged pearl clutchers.

I was something of a secret Madonna fan around the time this movie came out. Attempting a persona as a fan of music which sat outside of pop and the Top 40, I didn't advertise that I knew all the words to La Isla Bonita. That said, it was expected you'd seen Madonna's videos and knew her songs as both were inescapable through the mid 80's to the mid-90's. And I wasn't avoiding Madonna. She, uh, was not funny looking, and her songs were catchy, and on the radio, fairly non-threatening. And, right out of the gate, she started with Like a Virgin, which always felt like it should be dirty, but you had to make it so, and so it landed on regular MTV rotation.

By the time the Blond Ambition tour happened, Madonna was a household name. She was famously coupled with famous womanizer Warren Beatty, and in some ways - this spot from 1990 through about 1994 would mark the absolute peak of Madonna's power. She was regular news in the paper and on national news, having harnessed the power of the easily duped media machine who loved nothing more tan a good pearl clutching.

If she'd been outrageous to some pre-1989, her twin decisions to sign on to do a Superbowl Ad with Pepsi and then make an erotic-Jesus/ awkward blasphemy video for Like a Prayer wound up in wacky legal troubles and condemnation from religious leaders. Mostly it reads like a very expensive student film.

All this to say, Madonna's whole brand at this point was "sexy controversy". Which, when you're 15, is amazing and something one gets very onboard with (and, of course, the video for Express Yourself just destroyed any reservations you may have previously held).

Now, in this same era, I was the age where I'm trying to maintain a brand, and it was not pop stars.* But Madonna *mostly* got a pass. I do remember borrowing a taped HBO concert video of Blond Ambition from a pal and a mutual high-fiving. And it took zero sale to a different pal who was mostly into Ministry and whatnot to go see Truth or Dare (1991) in the theater.

Honestly, my memory of that viewing, which was likely early 1992 at the North Oaks dollar theater, was that Madonna seemed way less cool than I was hoping for. I mean, back then, you only knew musicians through interviews and videos and the paparazzi's relentless pestering.

The Madonna of this film is narcissistic, bullying and endlessly manipulative. She claims the role of "mother" to her tour company, but the film also starts with her basically saying "I'm already over it and the emotion everyone else felt here and you'll see expressed here is something I've moved past" actively delegitimizing the experiences and feelings she cultivated herself. And then we watch for two hours as she works to build an illusions of intimacy with people who mostly seem to annoy her.

Part of me gets it: she's the thing at the center of everything. She literally does not have time for nonsense. But at the same time she wants everyone to love her. Even the idea that she wants to be a mother-figure is complicated by the later-investigated reality that she never knew her own mother. There's no model there.

Watching the movie now, I don't think teen-me was necessarily wrong. But I'm older and wiser, and while I believe the film is a true documentary of something, I'm less confident that Madonna wasn't putting on a show for the cameras at every opportunity, and that the director didn't play along. After all, Madonna financed the thing herself and is listed as the Executive Producer. Nothing in the doc is not something she didn't want people to see. This is not journalism. It's Madonna propaganda. And, honestly, that's fine.

But it also has some of the same misfiring that has plagued Madonna on and off during her career, making some things noteworthy and approaching controversy, and other things just feeling a wee bit cringey. Ie: Madonna is not always as ahead of everyone else as she believes. But they all live in a world where it's agreed that if Madonna talks, everyone shuts up and listens.

The film includes bits that are almost confusing in their intimacy and leaves other portions on the table. Why is the scene included with the awkward reunion with a former childhood friend that mostly seems to focus on humiliating this person? Why do we linger on Madonna rolling around her mother's grave? But then - why doesn't her brother Christopher ever say a word to Madonna or to the camera? He's constantly around, but it's not clear what he's doing other than wrangling his sister.

What I'd forgotten, because we were offered up fresh Madonna on a regular basis at the time of the film's release, is that the doc contains lengthy, in-color, bits of performance from the Blond Ambition tour. And then you remember why people adored Madonna. On stage, she's amazing and all the things she says she wants to be - artist, provocateur, den mother.... And while the comparison (the doc portions are black and white) is obvious, it's weird that Madonna propaganda intended to humanize makes her less sympathetic.

The movie is broken down into the starting portion in Japan and the difficulties of getting the show going and forging of relations, etc... and then the US/ Canada portion which looks at the cast in part and Madonna's relations with people around her outside of the cast. And winds up in Europe where it attempts to finally define how Madonna interacts with her cast, and then a sequence intended to make her seem like an ethereal, unknowable mystery with multiple facets. But she doesn't feel that way. It's people who are very young working through their brush with Madonna and her fame-mongering and inability to maybe see other people as people.

At the time and to its credit, the movie was very progressive for its time, candidly showing Madonna's dancers as the gay men that they were - still a rocky topic in 1991. Especially as the AIDS crisis continued to fill headlines and devastate the LGBQT+ community. In many ways, at the time, this earned the movie a lot of kudos and legitimacy. I wouldn't ever want to take that away from the film or its fans, because I very much remember this era, and to see gay men portrayed openly and honestly was highly unusual. Further, I know much ado is made about Madonna co-opting "Vogueing", which is a fact. But, also, it mainstreamed a little known bit of gay culture, forcing open some doors.

I don't really know what to make of the film. It is what it is. It clearly thinks its about family and community in this weird little world of Madonna's sideshow. But she also states it doesn't matter at the outset, that it's already over, and you - the audience - missed out. And for all the inclusion, this is still a Madonna who rolls her eyes at well-meaning people paying her compliments and who reacts to a report one of her team has been roofied and raped with a shocked laugh.

The only person who seems to have a grasp on what was happening here was Warren Beatty who successfully sued Madonna to have parts of his appearance removed from the movie, and who points out that having a doc crew around all the time is probably dumb, and only really fulfills Madonna's need to be recorded.

In 2016, btw, a documentary was produced that wondered "what became of those dancers?" We'll seek it out, maybe.

Is this "the truth" as promised? Certainly it's *a* truth. Was I a little disappointed in Madonna then? Yes. Now? I dunno. It's beyond me, even if I find her a bit unpleasant. But knowing how much control she had over the film, and this is what she wanted to show almost raises more questions than it answers.

*I've long ago mended my ways, and will be happy to talk Kyle Minogue

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So I Just Finished Skam...

First of all, I loved it. It was an incredible show and I'm so glad that there are so many remakes because I enjoyed it so much. One of my favorite things about the show was the fact that it feels extremely realistic, and I think a lot of that is due to the fact that a majority of the actors were actual teenagers (rather than actors who are obviously in their mid 20s and playing characters who are 16) and the fact that the characters behaved like actual teenagers (like using Facebook and Instagram, using "bad" language, dancing and singing along to music, etc. etc.). The other thing I adored about this show was the amount of importance that was placed on friendship. Platonic relationships in fiction are normally vastly underrated or underdeveloped in favor of romantic ones, so I appreciated that Skam showed so many friendships. So I decided to make a list of my favorite friendship moments from each season (two moments per season, with honorable mentions at the end before moving on).

Season 1:

1) Noora cheering up Eva by singing Justin Bieber to her:

I am not a fan of Justin Bieber at all (if you like him, all the more power to you, but I personally can't stand him), but Noora singing to Eva was such a great moment. She knew how sad Eva was, and decided to cheer her up by sharing something that made her (Noora) happy, and it was a really sweet moment between friends. It was also something that is realistic to do when someone you care about is down, and even though it was a small scene, it showed how strong a friendship Noora and Eva have.

2) All of the bonding moments between Sana, Vilde, Eva, Noora, and Chris:

I know this is a vague one, but just the sheer amount of time the girls spend together, whether they are doing something important or just hanging out was really awesome to see. Most of the time, tv shows don't take time to show us little moments like characters talking about boys or just sitting hanging out unless it has a more dramatc purpose. With Skam, we got to see those moments, which made the friendship between the girls that much more realistic.

Honorable Mentions for Season 1:

Eva grabbing the wrong Chris for Vilde, leading both Chris and Penetrator Chris (love that nearly everyone calls him that in the show by the way) to share a huge hug and go "name twins!" because that's totally something I'd do if I met someone who shared my name.

Eva and Ingrid finally talking about everything that happened, giving them both closure and the ability to move on, even if their friendship would never be the same (this was such a great scene because it showed Eva apologizing and telling Ingrid that she couldn't change what she did, but she would if she could, and it also allowed Ingrid to be hurt by what happened with Jonas, because let's face it, Ingrid was the injured party in that particular situation).

Season 2:

1) Noora telling Vilde all of the important things that the ingredients for tortilla do for you, and Vilde later doing the same for Noora:

I love how all of the girls take care of one another, but this scene in particular I loved a lot. Noora has noticed that Vilde hasn't been eating, and after hearing Vilde tell her all the reasons she doesn't like potatoes, Noora tells Vilde all the reasons she should. Noora also does so in a way that isn't shaming Vilde or being condescending to her, rather, Noora brings it up in a casual conversation. Later, Vilde notices Noora not eating, and prepares tortilla for her, quoting what Noora told her about potatoes and eating it with her. I loved this scene because it showed how much Noora and Vilde understood one another, as well as the importance of support.

2) The amount of support given to Noora by the girls after she discloses what happened with Nico:

This one is a total no-brainer. Noora had no idea what had happened that night, and had very little to go off of, and she spent the next few episodes terrified. When she tells the girls what she thinks might have happened, they all immediately stop what they're doing and rally around her. The no-dialogue scene in which they take Noora to the doctor and hold her and keep her safe was incredibly touching, and to be honest, nearly made me tear up.

Honorable Mentions for Season 2:

Sana and Chris playing a joke on the girls at the cabin during their break, because that whole episode was hilarious, and the individual ways each girl reacted was totally in character for each of them.

All of the girls telling Noora that they knew about her and William, because it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Noora being sheepish and surprised that she hadn't been hiding it as well as she thought.

Season 3:

1) Jonas, Magnus, and Mahdi telling Isak what to text Even:

This scene was so funny, and not the type I usually get to see when it comes to male friendships. I love that Isak tells them that he has no idea how to reply to Even, and Jonas tells him what he should say, with Magnus and Mahdi inserting their opinions and talking about how they text girls. It was enjoyable to watch because too many times fiction shows us that boys don't have the same relationship confusion that girls do, and it's often not true. I like that this scene allowed the boys to just be boys, because everybody deals with uncertainty, especially when it comes to liking someone.

2) Linn and Even playing video games together:

I know this scene is literally like two seconds and that we only see them ending from Isak's perspective, but hear me out. I'm pretty sure this is the first scene we see that shows Linn actively smiling and looking happy. Also, Even had just come off of a manic episode, was feeling depressed, and when we see him playing video games with Linn, he too looks actually happy, which is always great to see. Plus, the way Linn and Even are interacting with one another, it looks like they've known each other forever rather than two people who have just met, and even though it was a fraction of a scene, it was super great to watch.

Honorable Mentions for Season 3:

The entire development of Sana and Isak's friendship (I almost broke my "only two friendship moments" per season rule for this, but I decided to stick to my guns). Isak and Sana have a great friendship and I love how it came out of nowhere. Their friendship is literally started by being partnered together for school, which only happened because Sana sat by Isak to tell him that she had the weed he hid (a beautiful start to a beautiful friendship).

Isak coming out to Jonas by telling him that he liked someone and giving him the hint that it wasn't a girl, and Jonas reacting by thinking about the hint for a minute and then going "it's not me...is it?" because the expression Jonas had on his face while he thought about who it could be was funny because it looked like the fact that Isak had just come out to him wasn't even on his radar, because he was more concerned about guessing right, and the fact that he guessed himself was humorous to me.

Season 4:

1) Chris being a total ride-or-die friend to Sana after the stuff regarding the hate accounts for Sara and Vilde came out:

Everybody needs a friend like Chris. She is without a doubt one of the most loyal tv show characters I've seen and I wish Skam had run for more seasons so we could get a Chris season (and a Vilde season and an Even season, and a spin-off for Eskild and Linn, who both totally deserve one). Chris is the first person Sana told about the Sara account, and the first thing she did was tell Sana that the hate would blow over if Eva found out the truth (because Eva and everybody else thought Isak was responsible for it, and Eva was pissed AF at him). Chris also made sure that Sana knew that she didn't hate her for what happened, because everybody screwed up (seriously, we all need a friend like Chris).

2) The girls showing up to the bus meeting in their own tiny bus named "Los Losers" for Sana, effectively showing all of the Pepsi-Max girls (like Penetrator Chris, that will forever be their name) that if you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them. Sana was terrified that the girls would never forgive her, and when they all show up in the bus screaming her name, the joy on Sana's face is practically tangible. I love that they all pull Sana into the bus and give the Pepsi-Max girls the finger as they drive off, because really, what better way to show the true bonds of friendship than by collectively flipping off a ton of girls who messed with one of their own.

Honorable Mentions for Season 4:

Sana and Even's friendship, and the fact that she protected and respected his privacy when Isak asked her why she never said that she already knew Even, because too many times do I see characters give away information to other people that isn't theirs to give, and the fact that it didn't matter to Sana that Isak and Even were together, she was still going to make sure that Even had a right to the details of his personal life was extremely important.

The conversation between Sana and Jamilla about their schooling and Islam, because the texts we see between them prior to their falling out show that they were very close, and it was nice to see them talk and reconcile, because that's how life works sometimes. You fight and fall out with people, and after time passes, sometimes there is reconciliation.

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Vampire

Vampire!Katsuki x Vampire!Eijirou X Fem!Reader

What: fluff, flirting, aged up characters, minor angst, comfort

Word count: 4.2K+

A/N: Requests are welcome. I hope you enjoy this story.

~3rd person pov.~

It was late at night, the moon was shining bright in the clear sky littered with stars. You're walking down the sidewalk after a long day of work. It's already late, past 11, and it's cold outside. You're glad you're dressed warmly today. Hands deep in your pockets and shoulders hunched you slowly walk.

The streets are empty and in some houses the lights are already off downstairs. You can feel someone or multiple people watching you. Taking a deep breath you glance around the street, not moving your head. It's a dangerous world you live in. Vampires, werewolves and witches are known to roam the cities and villages.

This caused your father to teach you how to defend yourself and how to be wary of your surroundings. He also taught you how to observe your surroundings without making it obvious. You hated him for it when you where younger, but in moments like these you're glad he did it and that you actually payed attention.

You spot a couple looking at you. One has spiky red hair and the other ash blond hair. They stop looking as soon as they notice you looking at them and keep walking the opposite direction. You softly sigh and keep walking home. When you finally reach your house you walk inside and take of your shoes and coat. You put your keys in the basket.

Walking into your bedroom you get changed into some comfy nightwear and prepare for bed. Once you're done you crawl into bed and get comfy. For some reason unease settles in your stomach as you have your eyes closed and try to sleep. After a good ten minutes the feeling hasn't left yet.

You turn onto your other side and open your drawer, looking for your hand knife that you keep in it. You find it and put it under your pillow, keeping your hand on the handle as you take a fake pill, making it look like you where looking for sleeping pills. You lay down comfortably once again and listen as you grip your knife tight.

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The next morning you wake up to the light shining through the blinds. You sigh in relief as you notice nothing happened last night. You start getting ready for the day and just do what you always do on a free day. Later that afternoon you decide to go for a walk in the park and get ready to leave.

On your way there you listen to music and hum along, enjoying your free time. Upon entering the park you spot the couple from last night, at least, you think it's a couple. They're holding hands, talking and just give those vibes that tell you they're a couple. You decide to sit down on a bench underneath a tree.

Looking around the park you smile. The park is always so calming and relaxing. You think back to the uneasy feeling you had last night, you really can't place it. 'Maybe I just had an upset stomach.' You think, but deep down you know the feeling had a reason. Your father has trained you too well for you to believe it.

You release a sigh as you slump ever so slightly on the bench. You lean your head back so it's leaning on the back of the bench as you look up at the sky through the branches and leaves. As you feel someone approach you look to your left. You spot the couple from before walking over to you.

The one with the red hair is smiling brightly at you while the ash blond wears a scowl. Sitting back up you look at them questioningly. They stop beside the bench and look down at you. The redhead doesn't do it in a degrading way, but the blond does. He glares you down, making you squirm ever so slightly.

''Hey, I can't help but notice how we keep seeing one another, mind if we join you?'' The redhead asks.

''I don't mind, and I’ve been noticing it too.'' You say with a kind smile.

The redhead sits beside you while the blond sits on his other side. You look at the lake as you can hear them faintly talking beside you. You notice how they're whispering, not talking, like they're keeping something or talking about a secret. You shrug it of and keep staring in front of you.

''Do you mind if I ask for you name?'' The redhead asks.

''I don't mind at all. I'm (y/n) (l/n), nice to meet you.'' You say with a smile, extending your arm.

''Eijirou Lirishima, nice to meet you too.'' Kirishima grins as he shakes your hand. ''This is Katsuki Bakugou by the way.''

''The two of you have nice names.'' You giggle.

''Thanks, you have a nice name too.'' Kirishima chuckles.

''I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but...are you guys a couple?'' You ask.

''Yeah we are. How could you tell?''

''You were holding hands and talking. You guys also gave off the couple vibes to me. Sometimes I have that. I look at people and I'm like; 'Oh. They're together or having relationship problems, etc.' I'm sorry if that creeps you guys out.''

''Nah, it can come in handy sometimes.''

''Why the fuck were you wandering the street so late at night, alone, yesterday?'' Bakugou asks.

''I was on my way home from work.'' You shrug.

''What do you do if you need to walk home that late?'' Kirishima asks, a curious expression on his face.

''Ah, I work at a bar. Usually I do the day shifts, but I covered half of someone else's shift yesterday, I do that sometimes.''

''I see.''

''Fucking stupid. Covering for others.'' Bakugou grumbles.

''Well mister Sunshine, it so happened my friend had to go to the hospital and because of some other patients before her it took longer.'' You remark.

Kirishima chuckles and Bakugou growls at you. You giggle softly at their reactions.

''I think it's manly to cover for a friend.''

''You think everything is fucking manly.''

''Well, you're manly and you don't seem to complain about that.'' Kirishima smirks.

''Fuck off.'' Bakugou grumbles, cheeks dusting pink as he looks away.

''You two seem like a funny couple.''

''Ah, we hear that from others sometimes.'' Kirishima smiles.

''From your annoying as fuck friends, yeah.''

''The squad is literally named after you.'' Kirishima dead pans.

''I didn't fucking ask for that!''

''But you don't complain either.''

''You're all pain in the asses.''

Bakugou crosses his arms in front of his chest as he glares at the lake. The conversation between the two seemingly closed. Kirishima turns back to you and smiles.

''Sorry.'' He chuckles awkwardly.

''Nah, it's fine. Me and my friends get like that too sometimes.''

''Ah, we have to go soon. We're meeting up with our friends. Maybe I'll see you again. Bye!''

''Bye!''

You wave as they get up and leave. You watch them as they walk out of the park, seemingly bantering back and forth again. You smile as you look back at the lake. You sit there for a while before heading home. At home the image of the two boys keeps flashing through your mind. You don't really know why, but you can't help it.

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The next few weeks you don't see them again. Right now it's Saturday evening and you have a night shift. You don't mind all that much and happily serve the costumers as you talk with your colleagues. It's close to midnight when a group of people walk in. You spot Kirishima and Bakugou among them. You smile and turn to your colleague.

''I can do the group!'' You say over the music that's playing.

''You sure?!'' They ask.

''Yeah! Don't worry!'' You smile.

They nod and walk back to their side of the bar. The group sits down at a table and a blond walks over. His hair is gold and has a black lightning bolt in it.

''Hello cutie!'' He flirts as he leans on the bar.

''Hey, what can I get you?''

''Two cola's, a fanta, sevenup, pepsi and casis!''

''Coming right up.''

You turn your back to him and grab six glasses. You turn back to him to see him looking at you with a smile. You skillfully fill the glasses, making a little show out of it. The guy looks at you amazed, causing you to smirk.

''Here you go!'' You smile as you place the glasses on the bar.

''Thanks cutie! What's you name?!''

''Ask Kirishima and Bakugou!'' You smirk as you walk over to the next customer.

You hear the boy release a gasp and walking off with the drinks. You serve the customers as you glance at the friend group out of the corner of you eye. After a bit Kirishima looks over at the bar, his eyes widen when he spots you. A smile soon appears on his face as he gets up and walks over. You give the customers their drinks and walk to the spot Kirishima is heading for.

''I didn't know you worked at this bar!'' Kirishima says.

''You never asked!''

''What are you doing here so late?!''

''Night shift! I do them sometimes when I feel like it!''

''Want me to walk you home when you're done?! The nights aren't safe for pretty girls like you!''

''Thanks! I would like that! Can I get you anything?!''

''Some snacks!''

''Sure!''

You put some snacks on a plate together with some sauce and hand him the plate with a smile.

''Enjoy!''

''Will do!''

He walks off and you feel your colleague stare at you. You look at them and smile brightly. They smile too as they shake their head. The rest of the night Kirishima keeps coming back to the bar and you serve others. When it's 2 AM you get ready to leave. You walk over to Kirishima and his friends with your coat on and handbag in hand.

''Hey!'' You smile.

''Hey! You finished?!''

''Yeah!''

''Okay, well guy, me and Kat will be going!'' Kirishima smiles as he gets up.

''Flirt!'' His friends joke.

''Fuck off extra's!'' Bakugou growls as he gets up and heads to the door.

You smile and wave to their friends. They wave back and keep talking with one another. Kirishima walks out of the bar with you. As soon as the two of you exit the bar you spot Bakugou leaning against the wall just beside the door. Kirishima smiles at him and grabs his hand. He turns to you with a big, goofy grin on his face.

''Where do you live?'' He asks.

''Just follow me.''

Walking away the two man follow behind you. They talk with each other as you just enjoy the chilly night air. Your eyes roam over the empty streets as your breath forms little clouds in the air every time you exhale. The entire way home you stay silent as Kirishima and Bakugou follow you while talking.

''We're here.'' You state as you turn to them, you standing in front of your door.

''Ah. Well, bye.'' Kirishima says.

''Bye.'' You wave as you walk inside your house.

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Over the next months you keek running in to them at random places and moments. You don't think much of it, because Kirishima is nice to you and you don't mind Bakugou that much. He's silent and you appreciate that. You find it funny how opposite they are, yet they fit perfectly together. A bit sad actually, because this funny feeling in your chest has been growing.

You know what it is, but you choose to ignore it. You lost your father and haven't opened up to anyone ever since. At least not completely. You have some friends, but you don't love them, not even in a friend way. Shaking your head you keep walking through the empty streets. You'd worked another night shift.

An uneasy feeling settles in your stomach once again. Lately you've been feeling it a lot and it's starting to annoy you to no end. Grumbling lowly you kick a rock that's laying on the streets. It flies for a bit before bouncing and rolling over the street. Walking past yet another alley you feel a hand on your arm and one over you mouth.

Your eyes widen as you freeze. As you get pushed up against a wall you see a dark figure in front of you. The figure has it's lower arm pushed against your shoulder, keeping you against the wall, as the other hand is over your mouth, preventing you from yelling. You kick the person in the private parts, but nothing happens. You glance at their chest and see it's a girl.

The woman moves her head to your neck. You realize it's a vampire. Grumbling you kick her shin, but miss because she moves her leg away. 'Crush vampires and their fast reaction time.' You grumble in your head. You move up your arms and try pushing the woman off, failing miserably however.

You see, magical creatures have amazing strength and reflexes. Vampires are mostly known for their beauty and reflexes, werewolves are known for their strength and aggressive and protective behavior, witches are known for their beauty and brain. It seems this vampire is also stronger than the usual vampire.

''LET HER GO!!'' A dark voice howlers from your right.

Looking that way you see two figures standing in the entrance of the alleyway. Judging by their silhouettes they both have spiky hair and are well build. Taking advantage of the shock from the woman pinning you down you push her away from you. She stumbles back and you hit her square in the face, breaking her nose.

You hear footsteps approaching and get into a fighting stance as you turn to the two figures. One walks over to you slowly, holding up their hands as the other walks to the woman and hits her a few times, knocking her out. The both of them look at you, keeping their distance as you glance from one to another.

''Who are you?!'' You ask.

''It's us, calm down (l/n).'' Kirishima's familiar voice says.

You relax and both figures walk closer. Kirishima places his hands on your shoulders and inspects you while bakugou stands beside him and just looks at you. As you get more used to the dark you see Bakugou's looking at you proud, yet worried. Kirishima just looks straight up worried. You giggle softly and get out of Kirishima's hold.

''Don't worry, she didn't do anything yet. You two came just in time.'' You smile.

''Thank god.'' Kirishima sighs.

''Don't walk around alone this fucking late at night. Shit's dangerous, especially this time a year.'' Bakugou grumbles.

''I'll keep that in mind, thank you mister Sunshine.''

Bakugou grumbles as Kirishima chuckles lightly.

''Well, you should go home. We'll bring you.'' Kirishima smiles.

You nod and walk out of the alley. The both of them follow you and keep watch on your surroundings as you just walk. You're not that worried since you don't have the uneasy feeling in your stomach. As you reach your home you wave off the two man and walk into your house and get ready for bed.

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Two days later you're walking through the park at 9 in the evening. You spot Kirishima and Bakugou and smile. As you approach you hear them talking. It seems they're arguing about something. Sneaking closer you hide behind a tree and listen to them. You make sure to stand so the wind blows away your scent from them, you never know what they are.

''We should tell her. People are starting to notice we're around her and it's bringing her in danger.'' Kirishima says, tone urging and slightly mad.

''We don't know what she thinks off us. For all we know she's a fucking Matagi.'' Bakugou growls.

''We both know she's not. Kat if she was she would have done something about the vampire.''

''We can't be too fucking careful. I ain't loosing you too to those fuckers.''

''Your parents fell into a trap. We've been careful around her. If she was a Matagi she would have slipped up over the seven months we've know her. You're just scared she will stop talking to us.'' Kirishima growls.

''What if I fucking am? You gonna beat me up?''

''No. Kat we have to be honest with her.''

You frown as you listen in on their conversation. They're hiding something from you? Stepping out from behind the tree you take a step closer to them and another and another. You can see the frustration on their face as they talk. Taking a deep breath you open your mouth.

''Be honest about what?'' You ask, standing tall.

Both males freeze as their heads slowly turn to you. Their eyes are wide as they stare at you. You cross your arms in front of your chest and tap one foot on the floor, looking at them. They exchange glances before sighing and looking at you again.

''We have to tell you something.'' Kirishima mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

''No shit.'' You remark.

''We're not human.'' Kirishima says.

You freeze, hands falling to your side as your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. You stare at them, raking your brain as it processes the information. Slowly pieces are clicking together and you look them up and down. They're beautiful, you already know this, but never thought anything about it.

''....You're vampires.'' You whisper.

''Yes.'' Bakugou says as Kirishima nods.

''I......Wow.....Uhm......Just......Uh...'' You stammer as you start slightly pacing.

''We get this is a shock to you and all, but.....we had to tell you. The reason that woman attacked you two days ago is because you've been hanging out with us and other vampires started to notice. When vampires take a liking to a human it means they're special. Other vampires will hunt that person down unless that person is marked or turned.'' Kirishima explains as he steps closer to you.

''So......W-Why? Why did you guys take a liking to me?'' You ask, looking them in the eyes.

''We.....We kept seeing you and where intrigued by you. When we got to know you we....we....uhm...'' Kirishima stammers, looking down.

''We grew feelings for you.'' Bakugou finishes.

''So.....Okay. I......Uhm.....Wow.''

''You don't have to say anything and we're sorry for putting you in danger. We thought we didn't see you enough for that to happen.''

''I....I......I have feelings too.....But....I'm scared of loving someone. I lost both my parents.....I...I don't want to love you guys and loose you.'' You admit, looking at them with sad and conflicted eyes.

''You won't loose us. It's extremely hard to kill us.'' Kirishima smiles.

''You....You guys will live longer than me. Are....Are you guys really okay with this?'' You ask softly.

''We....If you want we can turn you into a vampire too, but if you don't want to that's fine. We....We just want to be with you.''

''Will you be our fucking girlfriend?'' Bakugou grumbles.

''.....Y-Yeah.....J-Just.....Can we take it slow?'' You whisper.

''Of course.'' Eijirou smiles as he hugs you.

''Whatever you fucking want.'' Katsuki says, the faint sign of a smile present on his face.

He walks over and hugs the two of you. You smile and cuddle up to them. While hugging you weigh your options. You can turn yourself and live with them forever or you can stay human. When you make up your mind you break the hug and look at them with a determined look on your face.

''I....I want you guys to turn me.'' You state.

''You sure?'' Katsuki and Eijirou ask.

''Yes....Does it hurt?'' You ask.

''No, but we should do this in a place you feel safe. How about we go to your house?'' Eijirou smiles.

''Okay.''

You take one of their hands in a hand and walk home with them. You all talk a bit. They explain the proces and how it will work once you've turned. One of them will bite you and turn you. After that you'll be hungry for blood, but drinking from them is fine and will fill you. After that you'll only be able to consume blood, you can eat normal food, but you'll throw it up soon after. Your sense will enhance and your looks will change slightly.

Reaching your house the three of you walk inside. You walk into your kitchen and drink something to calm your nerves. They just stand in the hallway, waiting for you to tell them what to do. You turn to them and walk over. You hug them tight and take a deep breath. They hug you back and rub your back.

''Is it normal to be nervous?'' You mumble.

''Yeah, I was nervous too when Kat turned me.'' Eijirou whispers.

''C-Can.......Can Katsuki turn me please? I......I......I want Eijirou to comfort me.'' You whisper softly.

''Of course.'' They say as Eijirou kisses your hair.

''W-We should do this in my bedroom.'' You whisper, breaking the hug.

They nod at you and follow you to your room. You sit down in the middle of your king sized bed and look at them, patting the bed. They smile and walk over. Katsuki sits behind you as Eijirou sits in front of you. You look at him with big eyes as he simply smiles.

''You ready?'' Eijirou asks softly.

You shake your head as your eyes tear up.

''Hey, hey. It's okay. Take your time. Here, why don't you hold Katsuki's hands?'' Eijirou says as he guides you shaking hands to Katsuki's big, strong ones.

Katsuki intertwines your fingers and rubs comforting circles on your knuckles to calm you down. You lean back into him and look at Eijirou silently. He smiles and places his hands on your knees, rubbing circles onto your skin with his thumb. You take a deep breath and look at Katsuki.

''Promise it won't hurt.'' You whisper, voice shaking a bit.

''It won't, I fucking promise.'' Katsuki whisper as he kisses your temple.

''It's okay to be scared, this is not nothing. Just tell us when you're ready and feel comfortable with it.'' Eijirou reassures in a soft voice.

''Just.....Eijirou can you talk to me, keep my mind of it. T-Then....I....I don't know, give Katsuki a signal so he can turn me....I...If I know when he's going to bite I....I'll be tens...'' You say.

''That's fine. I'll signal Kat when he can bite you. Just relax into him and focus on me, okay?'' Eijirou asks softly.

''Okay.'' You sigh.

Eijirou starts talking to you, telling you stories and asking you random questions. Katsuki just listens and watches Eijirou, waiting for the signal. After a while Eijirou blinks twice fast. Katsuki slightly nods and lets his fangs grow. He moves closer to your neck carefully. Once he sees you don't notice he bites down.

You yelp, not because it hurts, but because you didn't expect it. After a second or two you relax into Katsuki's hold and look Eijirou in the eyes. He's smiling at you and you return the gesture. Your eyelids grow heavy and you fight to keep your eyes open. As Katsuki pulls away from your neck he licks your neck and nuzzles it with his nose, holding you close.

''You did good, Princes, don't fight the sleep. Let it happen.'' Katsuki whispers against your neck.

Nodding slightly you let sleep take over as you completely go limp in Katsuki's hold. The two males sigh and Eijirou moves closer, giving Katsuki a kiss. The aste of your blood still on his lips. Eijirou hums into the kiss once he notices. He pulls away from Katsuki and lays down. Katsuki places you down beside Eijirou and lays behind you.

''Her blood is sweet.'' Eijirou hums.

''Mhm.'' Katsuki mumbles as the two of them slowly drift asleep beside you.

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Stirring you groan as you open your eyes. You feel your stomach growling lowly. You sit up and rub your eyes before looking around yourself. Seeing you're in your room you hum and look beside you. You see Katsuki and Eijirou cuddled up on either side of you. As you look at Eijirou your eyes wander over to his neck. You move closer, but stop yourself as your eyes widen.

A soft whimper leaves you as your eyes tear up. You don't want to drink their blood, scared it'll hurt them. Your slight trembling wakes both males up. Groaning they look around them. When they see you sitting between them with your hands over your mouth, eyes teary, breathing fast and body shaking they sit up.

''Baby? Hey, hey. What's wrong?'' Eijirou asks, gently removing your hands from your mouth.

''I...I...I....I...I was....You....Y-Your....I-I...'' You stammer.

''You're hungry.'' Katsuki states.

All you can do is nod as a tear falls. Eijirou smiles gently at you and wipes it away.

''It's okay, Baby. I promise it's okay.'' Eijirou whispers.

''D-Does it hurt? W-When I...d-drink?'' You sniffle.

''No. It feels just like turning. Did that hurt?'' Eijirou asks softly, voice soothing.

''N-No.''

''Drinking and turning is pretty much the same. In order to turn someone you need to drink their blood, but your fangs will release a substance turning you.'' Katsuki explains.

You shakily nod before your eyes wander back to Eijirou's neck. The redhead seems to catch on quickly and tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck more.

''It's okay, Baby. I promise it won't hurt. And if you drink to much by accident Katsuki will pull you off. It's completely safe. I promise. Don't fight your hunger.'' Eijirou whispers.

You nod and move closer slowly. You feel your fangs grow as your lips cup over Eijirou's neck. Your fangs sink into his skin gently. He doesn't even flinch as you start carefully sucking on his neck. Slowly the thick, red liquide fills your mouth. It's a bit weird, but not grosse or anything. You drink for a bit before you feel full. You pull away from Eijirou after licking his neck. You wipe your mouth and look at him.

''D-Did it hurt?'' You ask softly.

''Not at all, Baby.''

''You have great control already, Princes. The first time Ei drank I had to pull him off because he was drinking to much.'' Katsuki smiles as he hugs you from behind.

''I love you guys.'' You whisper as you lean into Katsuki.

''I love you too.'' Eijirou and Katsuki say as Eijirou joins the hug.

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Luffy pulled my arm causing me to almost lose balance. " We should take a bath together! " He exclaimed happily facing the men's side and then back at me. I flushed seconds later at his ridiculous comment, which caused Ace to laugh. " We're not 9 anymore dipshit! " - He grinned widely - " Besides! She's a female and we're both males! Its separated you fucking idiot! " He mocked as usual, and tried to cross his eyes, also resulting me to spit and giggle at his foolish actions.

" Aceeeeee, th eeeeei AaassSSSHOLEEEEE. " I slurred in a silly tone. The two looked over to me. This time it was Luffy's turn to crack up and flash his signature smile. We both laughed until Luffy got yeeted into the men's room by a red faced Ace.

He turned his back and lifted his hand up and waved the back side of his hand with the other in his pocket meaning ' Cya later. '

Fucking lazy bastard.

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I rolled my eyes, smiled and walked aswell, going opposite, to the females side.

As I walked to the closest stall, near the big mirrors, shower stalls, and toilet stalls, a voice called out.

" Y/NNNN!!!!! " Nami sounding impatient,

yelled my name from inside the stallroom. " I'm coming! " I replied louder.

With a sigh, and 5 minute self prepare, I changed my usual oversized hoodie and jeans into just a towel. I unlocked the stall and skipped along but then stopped at the huge mirror in front of me.

Wow...

I no longer look like a crazy anime freak, who loves sketching and drinking Pepsi and uses a

fucking

twig as weapon

but a pretty e-looking egirl.

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I was snapped out of my thoughts by a slightly higher but rustier voice. " Yeah C'mon Y/n- " BANG! The voice disappeared thinking that it was Luffy on the females side, being hit by, most likely, Nami. I sighed, walked to the entrance, pushed the curtain aside, and entered the bathhouse.

My eyes we're drowned by beautiful waters all around me. Real rock ledges, water pouring down the rock walls, hot steam surrounding every part, and a huge rock wall separating us girls from the boys.

" What did Luff- " I spoke up focusing back to the girls and was cut off from shock - " What the- " I looked up , spotting the 5 familiar male figures poking out, leaning atop the top of the wall. Trying to fucking look at us huh? Perverts.. Wait a minute.. I thought Nami would be pissed off at this, why is she just- I brought my eyes back down to the two females. they we're looking my way. All of them... My face burned as I studied them back trying to think if someone stopped time or if they are playing around. But no, minutes had gone by and all was heard was the loud splashes of water being poured around the bathhouse....

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" OIIIIIIII!! Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, Brook, Chopper. Did you all do something that bad enough that Nami's not throwing hands? " Ace yelled over, cackling afterward, glancing at Law, Franky, Sabo, and Zoro, which made them laugh. They didn't care to join up top and stare. Law didn't give a shit, Franky didn't want to hurt Robin's feelings, Sabo also had a similar reason, while Zoro exactly had Law's reason aswell. I shivered at the cold, arms holding up my towel. I decided to join the girls now ignoring the stares. Sanji cursed under his breath as I hopped into the shallow end , bending down in the water to cover my parts, causing my towel to get soggy in an instant. I threw the wet towel to the side, and swam to the two slowly, making sure not to get up. Even though the steam was most places, I didn't want to risk showing anything to those bastards... Sabo th- NO WHY AM I THINKING THIS HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

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Although as my mind started roaming dirty, Nami spoke up, making me jump slightly. " Listen here Y/n... You need to realize, you look like a fucking goddess, and if men are absolutely dead silent looking at you, including face heats up and sweat downs, then its a good sign. " Nami exclaimed with a know-it-all grin. Robin started clapping as Nami sat back down. " Beautiful speech! " Robin said heartwarmingly, giggling afterward. Nami nodded toward me as if she queued in my response. I paused and nodded back hesitantly.

" So.. you're saying, I looked like shit before, but if all my clothes are off, I look great? " I asked her looking down at the water staring at the reflection. Nami frowned and Robin's expression changed from happy to full of regret. " Well Y/n , thats one way of looking at it I guess. " Robin said blankly.

" No Y/n- "

I cut off Nami, elbowing her hard in the shoulder. I started laughing and spit out " I'm kidding. " I heard the men's side was pretty quiet this whole time.. wonder what they're up to... Nami faced me and gave me a crooked smile. " You got me. " She eventually said and gave off her own rave of laughter, making robin shoot some cackles at the sight of us having a stupidly funny moment.

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But it was eventually cut off by a huge splash further away, closer to the entrance of the bathhouse on our side. We all jumped letting out a couple high pitched girl screams. Before Nami could yell at the perverted man to get the fuck back to the men's side and Robin and I to scramble to get ourselves something was coming straight at us.

someone was coming right at us. someone was coming right at me.

LUFFY WAS COMING RIGHT AT ME. AND HE WAS BEING CHASED BY ACE. " ACE!!! CHASE LUFFY SOMEWHERE ELSE!! GET YOUR NAKED ASS'S OUTTA HERE! " Nami screamed. I acted in the couple seconds I had left, covering myself the best I could with the thin ass skinny arms and legs I could muster to hide the you know where parts. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I also decided to do that and not run away, because I could expose myself to the boys, well how? Because the 5 boys we're still up there... No wait... All of them are.... So..... I let Luffy fling himself onto me. Sadly, at this moment, Luffy was unaware that he was clutching onto my naked body and so was his. He was also burying his face in my tits... so.... I Shuddered. " Luffy please- " Before I could use some effort in shoving him off of me, Ace was seconds away and looked like he could massacre anyone in his way right about now. " I'M NOT LETTING GO! " Luffy screamed, and so, Ace kicked Luffy back to the men's side, forgetting that I was pinned with him, making us fly back together.

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Luffy let go though right away, but since I was so fucking light, I ended up going further towards the deep end. Not so deep that the men ( with devil fruit powers ) had to swim ( because obviously they can't and it would be hard to continue this god damn scenario like that ) but deep enough that a girl like me, short as fuck ( your not short just roll with it ok? ) can barely not even reach the bottom, even with the tips. But it all happened so fast, and the impact... I swear to god ace is on steroids.... anyways, it was so fast, I started freaking out, my back stung, where I landed on, and everything started getting hazy but before things got worse, I felt some hands slid into mine, and before I knew it, I was back above surface. I blinked a few times taking in my surroundings. Chopper, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Law, and Zoro we're all around me staring in a circle.

I then realized Sabo was the owner of the hands that he intertwined mine with, and without thinking, he pulled me close. " Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do- " I shoved him away. My face was burning. " S-SABO KUN! " I yelled in reply, not realizing I added kun afterward. Sabo's face went red and everyone else stayed quiet and watched. My neck and below was covered by the water, holding onto him to not sink, but pushing away for space. I need to get away from these naked men. I heard a whistle in the distance. It was the writer, " YEAHHHH GIVE EM SOME! " She yelled in a sexy playful tone. I freaked, I tried letting go of Sabo and risk it in a daze. I'm. On. The. Men's. Side. But instead, Sabo gripped my hands tighter and pulled me in. " SABO! " I exclaimed. The boys suddenly startled at Sabo's uncommon behavior of clinginess and Y/n's sudden nervousness. Some eased the tension by whistling aswell for fun or making cute kissy noises but it just made me sweat more. Obviously Sabo noticed and started to growl at them, whilst a few shut up, some did not.

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However the tension was cut off completely because a recent appearance suddenly appeared again. Luffy. He appeared out of nowhere trying to reach out and grab my arm. " MINE! " Luffy screamed once again, making me jump and Sabo sternly staring at him with his doll eyes, which once looked full of adorable cuteness, now looked like a cold dark piercing glare. But after a few seconds, Sabo's expression changed to seriousness, facing the girls side, He yelled " ACE A TOWEL PLEASE! " pulling me behind him , shield like, and put the palm of his hand on Luffy's forehead, " LUFFY!!! STOP!!! NOW!! " He yelled again at Luffy with the most scariest face I've ever seen him make, resulting me to grip my arms around his waist, face buried in his back, causing him to straighten up and flush at my actions. A towel was thrown shortly after and in seconds Sabo picked me up and quickly wrapped the towel around me before the guys saw shit. He turned me around ubruptly and placed me in his arms gently bridal style, and lifted me just over the water so it wouldn't get soggy at the bottom. What a sweetheart.

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I let my head lean into the crooked part of his neck while he started walking to the side of the bathhouse, with all the ledges, He leaned his head ,slightly tilted on top of mine, not noticing he had purred at my action and enjoyed having my hot breath against his neck. I liked this. I liked this a lot. Once he reached the edge of the waters, he set me down above, trying not to bend up too high to show his dick, but just enough to place me without doing so. He climbed on the rock beside it and sat. We stood like that for a bit. And then-

Ok guys,

I tried for this one, and I have an announcement!!

You guys can choose a part two, either continue Sabo x reader, change it, or both!

I can do separate ones if you can't decide!

But make sure to also add an idea aswell, like from

bathhouse

shower stall ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ,

hotel room ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

date,

sudden confession

WHATEVER I JUST WANT TO WRITEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH pls give ideas( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)

Aka if you want a part two, comment either sabo or another character and the idea or scenario from there!

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

#not shifting #shitpost #out of context #tw cannibalism #tw stealing #tw poison #tw swearing #tw: drugs #tw: smoking #tw: death

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kokkoro · 4 years

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Okay I have a funny prompt for you: Clarke gets a flat tire and doesn’t know how to change it and doesn’t have a ton of money to call someone. She orders a pizza and in the special instructions says she’ll tip $20 if they help her change her flat. Two workers arrive and she thinks it’s gonna be the tall muscled dude (Lincoln) but he’s like oh no, idk I’m not into cars, she’s gonna do it, and out comes Lexa. Clarke is gay the whole time watching her biceps as she works

“Absolutely not.”

“And why the heck not?” Raven asks. “Do you really want to sit on your butt until my 4 o’clock class gets out and I can come save your ass?”

“No,” Clarke says dejectedly, watching cars fly by on the highway.

“Then what’ve you got to lose? The worst that can happen is you're stuck there for another three hours with some pizza.”

“I guess,” Clarke mutters, glancing over her shoulder. She stares at the deflated shape of her rear passenger side tire and exhales a pitiful sigh, bringing up her right hand to rub her forehead.

“Alright, then. Keep me posted, ‘kay?” Raven says. “I’ll check in on you during break.”

“Please,” Clarke replies, but it’s quiet and lost to the wind the second Raven hangs up the line. And with nothing but the highway and her thoughts, it only takes a minute for Clarke to google the nearest pizza place.

Polis Pizzeria. Just fifteen minutes away despite being in the next town over, and Clarke’s pleasantly surprised to find there’s even a deal for a five dollar small two topping pizza when purchased in pairs. It’s easy enough to pay for with the little bit of money still left in her checking and altogether manages to scrounge up 20 and change from various nooks of her car. A couple of ones under the seat, one ten and a five in the glove compartment, and then another random dollar bill in between the center console and the passenger seat. Combined with what was left in her wallet, it gives her the necessary courage to press the order button, this short note in the comments section stating a nice tip for anyone willing and able to change a tire.

Two small pizzas and a Pepsi later, Clarke opens up the passenger door of her beat up sedan and waits, scrolling through various feeds on her phone and ignoring the way her car rattles as cars fly by on the highway. A little bit of a breeze filters through the open windows, cooling the otherwise warm interior as the sun overhead finally begins its descent. Autumn could not come fast enough.

Clarke catches sight of the red hatchback in her rearview mirror what feels like a second too late. Taken off guard, she scrambles to right herself from her recline with her feet kicked up onto the dash and loses her phone somewhere in between the seats. She hears a door behind her close, and manages to pull herself upright onto solid ground just in time to see a tall muscular man most likely only a year or two older than herself, round the corner of her car holding two boxes of pizza. His smile is warm, his shaved head hidden under a black and red baseball cap sporting a now familiar looking letter P.

“Hey,” Clarke manages, clearing her throat.

“I’m guessing you’re the one with car trouble, huh?” he says, not even bothering to hide the amused quirk to his lips.

“Is it that obvious?” Clarke says, giving an awkward half shrug as the embarrassment takes hold.

He chuckles, handing over the pizza. “We’ve all been there, trust me.”

Clarke cracks a smile, the boxes warm under her arms. “Is this something you do often, then?”

He raises a confused eyebrow, and Clarke's stomach drops. It’s at this point that, if she had been paying more attention, Clarke would have heard the sound of the hatchback trunk as it swings shut. “Do what?”

“Change people’s tires?” Clarke says, voice a pitch high as her heart drops.

The man laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his head underneath the hat. “I don’t know anything about cars, sorry. I’m not into that kind of thing.” He pulls his hand away, pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb. “That’s why Lexa is here.”

“Lexa?” Clarke repeats, eyes narrowed. She leans to the left to peer around the tall bulky form in front of her, and feels her jaw drop. Just for a second at least, as Clarke takes in the sight of the woman with a hat between her teeth as she deftly gathers up the thick mane of her hair using the reflection in the window.

The heat of the day is already curling the hair near her temples and the woman named Lexa tries unsuccessfully to tuck the pesky strands behind her ears with little success. She gives up, taking the hat from between her teeth and tugging her hair through the back, adjusting the bill until it sits comfortably on her head, shading her eyes. When she turns toward them, picking up the duffel bag near her feet, Clarke scrapes her jaw off the ground, catching a hint of green as Lexa’s eyes dart in her direction.

“Need any help?” the man asks. Lexa snorts, quiet, shaking her head, and Clarke's stomach swoops.

“You’ll just get in the way,” Lexa says as she comes to stand by her coworker. “No offense.”

“None taken.” He waits a second and then, “You two okay if I hang out in the car? I brought a book.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’m not--” Clarke says, fully aware that the end of this sentence is just as much a mystery to herself as it is to everyone else. Coherency lost somewhere between flustered and too bi to function.

Lexa sets down her bag of tools and they clamber against the pavement near the flat tire. The man nudges her in the shoulder. “I’ll be back at the car then.”

“Sure,” Lexa replies, bending down to pick up the wrench. She squats, and Clarke watches her pop off the five plastic caps covering these large bolts with her free hand. Once they’re all off, she looks right, and Clarke straightens under the stare. “Do you have the car in park?”

Clarke nods.

“Good.” Lexa looks away, lining up the wrench with one of the large bolts. There’s a little bit of force required with the initial twist as Lexa leans into the wrench with her weight and Clarke isn’t blind to the way the veins in her hands and wrist become subtly more pronounced, the muscles in her forearms flexing.

Clarke clears her throat. “You, uh, do this often?”

“You could say that,” Lexa grunts, putting her weight into the next bolt. It loosens and she turns the wrench a couple full rotations before moving on to the next.

The sun seems warmer now, mid afternoon and the breeze all but gone save for the passing cars along the highway. A little bit of shine catches Lexa’s upper lip as she continues to work and she turns her head to wipe it off against her sleeve, the bill of her hat blocking her eyes from view.

“I take it you’ve never done this before?” Lexa asks, her focus elsewhere as she rummages through the bag at her feet.

“Uh, no, not really,” Clarke says, watching as Lexa pulls out a brick from the bag. Satisfied, she gets up to place it diagonally opposite the flat tire before returning to her spot. Squatting down, Lexa rolls up the sleeves of her work shirt, in preparation for what Clarke isn’t sure, but she isn’t going to say no to the view. Especially when the black ink of a tattoo pokes out beneath the sleeve.

“Do you want to learn?”

Clarke blinks, eyes darting up to find Lexa watching, arms draped over her thighs.

“It might save you some money in the future,” Lexa adds, the slightest of smiles at the corner of her lips.

“Sure,” Clarke says, a little breathless. “Yeah, I guess.”

The smile spreads just barely. “You might want to put the pizza down then.”

Clarke looks down at her hands, the warmth from the underside of the boxes seeping into her skin. A blush rushes to her cheeks. “Right.” Clarke turns towards the front passenger seat and the still open door and sets the box inside.

“All set?” Lexa asks once she returns, watching as Clarke crouches down beside her.

Clarke pushes the hair back from her face, brows pulled together. “I’m ready.”

Their knees bump as Lexa shifts, tugging off a hair tie from around her wrist. She offers it wordlessly, and after a second of thought, Clarke holds out her hand. Lexa drops the elastic into her palm.

“Thanks,” Clarke says, reaching back and gathering her hair in a loose bun.

“Don’t mention it.”

Lexa starts off by naming the little bits and pieces, gesturing to each of the tools in her duffel bag and explaining their intended use. She helps Clarke find the appropriate spot underneath the car for the jack using the user’s manual Clarke never thought she’d actually use, and from there, it's relatively simple.

The tire comes off easily once the car is jacked and the rest of the lugnuts are removed, set in a neat little pile by the bag. Lexa does most of the heavy lifting, removing the now flat tire while Clarke attempts to wrangle the spare from the trunk.

She doesn’t get far before Lexa appears in her peripheral.

“I can grab it,” Lexa says, stepping close. A pleasant scent fills Clarke’s nose, their shoulders touching, and it feels far too warm.

Clarke pulls away, and Lexa steps into the now unoccupied space at the back of the car. “All yours,” Clarke replies, but Lexa is already finishing the job, hefting the spare tire from where Clarke had managed to prop it onto the lip of the trunk and up under her arm with a grunt.

Clarke follows without anything else to do, standing by as Lexa fits the new tire into place. “See this?” she says, pointing to a nub along the rim once the tire is fitted back onto the axle. “It’s the air valve. This should always face out.”

Lexa reaches down beside the nearby bag, picking up the lugnuts. She double counts them in her palm and then looks up. “Would you like the honors?”

“Okay,” Clarke says. She takes her place down by Lexa's side, holding out her hands for the bolts. Lexa carefully deposits them into her hands before reaching down for the wrench and with her help, the spare is secured and stable and the car is back on four wheels in no time. Lexa stores her tools back where they belong in her bag, slinging the strap over her shoulder as she stands. She reaches up to tug off the hat, and Clarke has the misfortune (pleasure) of seeing Lexa run her hand through it, scratching at her scalp, before pushing it all over her left shoulder in one curly wave.

“Hey,” Clarke says, the word stumbling from her lips. Lexa looks in her direction and for a second her heart stops. Clarke clears her throat. “Thanks.”

Lexa’s lips tilt upward. “Anytime.”

When she turns to leave, Clarke acts on instinct. “Wait--” She reaches for the first thing within range. Which just so happens to be Lexa’s shirt. There’s a specific kind of mortification that seizes the air in lungs, but she pushes through it. “Wait,” she says more firmly before letting go and bolting back over to the passenger side door. She leans in over the seat, scrounging up the pile of money left in the center console.

She scrambles back outside in a rush, almost knocking her head on the door frame, but Lexa patiently remains where Clarke saw her last. Her shoulders are relaxed and she looks almost bored. It’s the sparkle in her eyes when she catches Clarke's stare that convinces her otherwise.

“Thanks for saving my butt,” Clarke says, handing over the money.

“You don’t need to,” Lexa says, her eyes not leaving Clarke's.

A blush burns gently under her cheeks, pleasant and warm all the way down to her neck. “Uh, yeah I do.”

Lexa’s fingers close around the money, folding the bills in half and then fitting them into the back pocket of her jeans. “Thank you…?”

“Clarke,” she answers.

Lexa’s smile is small but infinitely soft. “Drive safe, Clarke,” she says, and turns around toward the red hatchback idling behind her car.

“Bye,” Clarke replies. It's barely an exhale, lost completely beneath the wind.

“You have some explaining to do,” Raven says, startling Clarke where she’s sat at the kitchen table, her phone slipping from her fingers and hitting the table with a loud thunk.

Clarke scoops it back up, quick to close out of the recent calls section of her phone app. “I already told you what happened.”

Raven hums, looking wholly unconvinced as she sets down her laptop bag and various books onto their already crowded table. “And I’ve known you long enough to realize when you’re withholding juicy information.” She takes a seat across from Clarke, and waits what seems like minutes before continuing. “You can’t just mention that a pretty girl showed up to help you change your tire and expect me to leave it at that.”

“Yeah I kinda am.”

“Did you get her number?”

“What?” Clarke blinks. “No, of course not. She was working, I’m not going to do that to her. Besides she’s probably not even gay.”

“She showed up to change your tire, Clarke. And not to stereotype but that’s pretty lesbian of her.”

Clarke rolls her eyes, busying herself by checking through her emails. Nothing holds her attention long enough and she soon finds herself back where started. The Polis Pizzeria number stares back at her and for once in her life Clarke decides not to think.

It’s probably the worst decision of her life.

Even without the phone pressed to her ear, the ringing is undeniable and Raven’s eyebrows shoot up as her eyes dart between the phone and Clarke’s equally surprised face. A second and then two pass and Raven stands up from the table just as Clarke raises the phone up to her ear in time to hear:

“Polis Pizzeria, how can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi, uh...” Clarke swallows, her cheeks burning. A feeling she thought she had long since abandoned back in high school. “I’m looking for Lexa. Is she there? This is Clarke.”

“Speaking.”

It’s like a shot. The sudden nerves that come hurtling back and her palms go clammy with sweat, tongue thick and sticking to the roof of her mouth, and all rational thought decides to leave her in an instant. On the other side of the room Raven falls into an insistent fit of giggles.

“More car trouble?” Lexa says, breaking the awkward, drawn out silence.

“No. I mean, yeah, I--” Clarke swallows around the lump in her throat. Raven wheezes. “Maybe? I don’t know, I--”

Raven lets out a squeak of laughter, and Clarke picks up the closest pen and chucks it in her direction. It unfortunately misses by a wide margin.

“Clarke?” comes Lexa’s voice over the line.

Her attention returns immediately. “Look, I’m...I’m sorry, I don’t know why I called you.” Clarke stops, dropping her head into her hand. “Do you want your hair tie back?”

Lexa chuckles and somewhere in the background Clarke thinks she hears someone call Lexa’s name.

“How about this,” Lexa says softly, and the sound of that voice in her ear nearly makes Clarke melt. “I’ll give you my number. Feel free to text me if you have any car questions.”

Clarke picks up her head, staring out across the kitchen. “Really?”

“Yes,” Lexa answers, and for some reason Clarke can picture her smiling. “Really.”

#clexa #did i watch a video on how to change your tire to write this?#why yes yes i did #thank fanfiction for finally teaching me how to change a tire #also why tf is this 2.5k words #blah de ba blah #posting this late bc writing's been rough and this probably isn't the best

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Hi! I love your work and I’m in serious need for some hurt/comfort..Can you do prompts 9. “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? 11. “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?” with Sonny please? Thanks!!

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A/N: Oof, this was a request! The first part was based off of that one episode (I think when they find out about Noah’s dad) where Sonny’s undercover at a sex trafficking party and focusing on asses...I mean, same dude, but come on. There wasn’t a whole lot of comfort at the end of this, but assume that they work it out.

Tags: sexual assault, mentions of sex trafficking

Words: 2317

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles

You grit your teeth, nostrils flared as you watched the video feed in the NYPD van. The feed was zeroed-in on a woman’s ass, a tight dress pulled across her curves, as she danced with a john. Amanda, who was seated at the controls in front of you, subtly glanced at you, then at Olivia.

“Maybe we should remind Carisi that we’re seeing this, too,” Amanda suggested in a soft voice. Olivia nodded, shooting you an apologetic look. But you were still glaring at the screen, your arms crossed over your chest, fingers digging into your arms. You and Sonny had disclosed your relationship to the department, and while you knew he’d never cheat on you, he also had a wandering eye that you weren’t fond of…and this wasn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at another woman’s butt.

The camera feed moved down to Sonny’s phone, Olivia’s message on the screen telling him to stop taking in the sights. He quickly tucked his phone away, going back to scanning the johns at the party.

“When can we move in?” you asked tersely. You wanted tonight over with, partly because you wanted to bust this sex trafficking ring, but mostly because Sonny now knew he was in the doghouse, and the make-up sex would be mind-blowing.

Olivia glanced at you before her eyes returned to the screen. “We need just a little bit more,” she replied. But you never got to find out what else Liv was looking for, not when a scuffle broke out and a gun was being brandished. You, Olivia, Amanda, and an army of officers stormed the party, making arrests and getting the girls out of there.

Olivia gave you the pleasure of arresting Sonny, who rose his hands and said a very sincere, “I’m sorry,” to you as you cuffed him, leading him out the door.

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Once at the station, Sonny apologized profusely, begging for your forgiveness, and promising to go to confession for it.

“Look, Son, what’s done is done.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “As long as it’s only looking, and nothing else—”

“Of course! I’d never cheat on you, doll. I love you, and I’ll prove it to you when we get home, just how much I love you,” Sonny replied, giving you a heated kiss. You resisted a moment before melting into his touch, kissing him back just as fiercely. It wasn’t like you didn’t look at attractive people as they walked by. Besides, you trusted Sonny with your life.

Slowly, you pulled out of his embrace. “Come on; we gotta go interview the girls,” you said, pulling him towards an interrogation room. You opened the door, Sonny following close behind you, but you paused for the briefest moment—the woman you were interviewing was the one that Sonny had been checking out at the party.

She seemed surprised to see Sonny there, no longer in his baggy, undercover attire, but in his crisp suit he normally wore to work. “What’s going on here?” she asked.

You gave her a warm smile, despite the anger that you were shoving down. What did she have that you didn’t? “We’re going after your pimp, and we’d like your help,” you explained. She looked doubtful, and you continued, “we can keep you safe; you never have to go back to that hell.”

“You can’t keep me safe,” she replied in a small voice. Then, louder, “and besides, I liked my life just how it was. Now let me go…before….”

“Before your pimp beats you?” you finished for her. You sighed; this was getting you nowhere. “Look, why don’t you tell us your name, first? I’m [Y/N], and this is Sonny,” you gestured to Sonny, who was still standing next to you, watching the interaction, waiting for an opening. Either this woman would be completely against talking to a man, or she’d do anything he’d ask…and Sonny was still trying to gauge her. But you noticed how her eyes sparkled when they slid over his tall form, and you clenched your jaw.

Finally, she looked back to you. “I’m thirsty. Got pepsi or something in this place?” she asked with an annoyed voice.

You gave her a hard look, and Sonny said, “yeah, we do.” Not taking his eyes off the woman’s face, he suggested softly, “[Y/N], why don’t you grab her a drink, eh?”

You told yourself over and over again that this was simply an interrogation tactic, that Sonny was playing her. But you were still seeing red as you left the room, heading for the vending machine.

“He’s just doing his job,” Olivia said as you came back, leaning against the glass and watching, listening.

“I know,” you replied, coming to stand next to her. Sonny had moved to lean against the table in the middle of the room, standing directly in front of the woman, close enough to touch her. You took this time to really look at her; her long, straight, brown hair, her small, perky breasts, her impossibly long legs, and her butt that Sonny had been so enraptured by. All of this was wrapped in a skin-tight, black dress that barely covered her chest and ended mid-thigh; though, the material was hiked up since she was sitting.

“We really can protect you,” Sonny was saying softly to her.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, with her big doe eyes. “I bet you could protect me…but I don’t trust the police, Son….” She ran her fingertips over his thigh, and you’d seen enough. You made your way to the door with her soda, ripping it open. Sonny had the decency to look embarrassed, standing up straight from the table, but the woman just smiled knowingly at you.

“Here’s your pepsi,” you spat, placing it down hard in front of her. But before you could say anything else, Olivia was at the door, pulling you and Sonny out, but you could hurt your chances for information because of your anger.

“What the fuck was that?” you half-yelled at Sonny as the door closed behind him.

He put his hands up in surrender. “What? I got information from her, something that wasn’t happening with both of us, there!”

“Oh? And what information did you get, huh?”

Sonny went on the defensive, his voice rising to match yours. “I got her name, I got the name of her pimp, and I got when and where the next party is!”

You glared at him, pissed he was able to seduce information from her. “How do you know she’s not playing you—”

“Enough you two,” Olivia ordered, her voice cutting through yours. She waited a moment before continuing, “we’ll look into what Emma told you. We’re also going to put her in protective custody until we get her pimp, which Sonny found out is named Clayton.” You nodded, trying to let your rage and jealousy drain from you, but it wasn’t going away so easily. “Now go home; it’s been a long night. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

********************

It had been a week since the bust at the party, since the night Emma had come into the precinct. You and Sonny had worked through it; it was an interrogation technique, to flirt for information. And Sonny reassured you—with his words, his mouth, his fingers, and every other part of him—that he loved you and only you.

But nothing, nothing, could prepare you for when you had left for the day, realized you had forgotten your jacket, and rushed back in, only to find Emma pushing Sonny against the lockers, kissing him. His hands were on her shoulders, and as you watched, she wrapped a leg around his waist.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed. Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, needing fresh air, and to get that image out of your head.

Sonny pushed Emma off him, his voice calling out your name as he followed you. “[Y/N]! Come back, please! Talk to me…let me explain—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you retorted, your voice venomous. You made it outside, Sonny right behind you.

“Please, doll, let me—”

You whipped around to glare at him, pointing a finger into his face. “No Dom! Just, no. I’m done, I’m….” Tears appeared in your eyes, and you cursed yourself for crying. You didn’t want to waste tears on him when you were fuming. In a soft voice, barely audible above the hustle and bustle of NYC, you murmured, “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

You watched Sonny’s heart break in his chest, his face falling and tears appearing in his own eyes. “Of course, you did—you do. You’re…you’re everything—”

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it,” you replied, waving down a cab. Sonny could do nothing but stand and watch as you got in, the cab pulling away from the curb.

*******************

Sonny texted and called you a few times over the next few days. You ignored him, trying to work through your anger so that you could at least be levelheaded when you talked to him next. But not being able to go to work, and living in a fucking hotel room, wasn’t helping your rage. You had thought about going to your shared apartment when Sonny was at work, but the thought on packing things up filled you with dread. So, you waited, trying to work through your emotions.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door, Sonny’s voice coming through it. “[Y/N], I know you’re in there. Come on, let’s talk.” You folded your arms across your chest stubbornly, not moving from your bed. You could hear him sigh, then say something muffled to someone else. There was a beep, and then your door was opened, the hotel manager having let him in.

“Fucking really? Take a hint, Dom—”

“Please, just…please listen,” Sonny said, coming into your room and closing the door behind him. You glared daggers at him, ignoring the way your heart strained at seeing him. He looked haggard; his face scruffy, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess, his Henley untucked and stained.

“Fine. What do you want to say?” you spat, trying to hang onto that anger that was quickly fleeing at the sight of his defeated form.

“I—I loved you, still do, with all my heart—”

“Then why did you let her get in between us?” you asked softly, and the fight drained from you as he winced, as if you had hit him.

Sonny looked crestfallen. “I—I didn’t, though. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you; Emma…she—she assaulted me…not that I’m pressing charges, but I swear to you—”

“And you expect me to believe that? After you were ogling her? Flirting with her?”

He cleared his throat. “I can prove it. There’re security cameras in the locker room…. I—Liv already showed me the footage.” Sonny’s shoulders slumped, and he looked at the floor. “Ya know, we’ve had so many victims tell us that they…that they freeze. And I never really understood that until now…. When—when Emma pushed up against me…when she kissed me, I—I froze. I couldn’t bring myself to shove her….”

You scrutinized Sonny, trying to see any trace of a lie, but you only found a sad, remorseful man. “Fine. Show me,” you said, getting up.

********************

The ride to the precinct was quiet, the wait for TARU to pull up the footage even quieter, tension thick in the air. You watched with wide eyes as Emma entered the precinct, just after the elevator doors closed behind you—she had taken the stairs. She had quickly found Sonny, started touching him: his arms, his chest. Being the good detective he was, Sonny tried to gently stop her, push her away. You watched as he led her to an interview room, then he left to go to the vending machine, presumably to get her a drink. On his way back, Emma had cornered him in the locker room, which you had to pass through to get to the vending machine. She reached out to touch Sonny’s chest, but he gave her a little shove, obviously losing patience with her. And that’s when she flung herself onto him, kissing him, and he stumbled backwards from the force of her body colliding with his. He was pressed against the lockers, and he dropped the can of soda, his hands hanging limply for a moment. Then his hands went to her shoulders, and he tried to push her, but she latched on tighter, pulling herself closer.

You watched, tears in your eyes as you appeared in the doorway, catching Emma sexually assaulting your boyfriend, and blaming him for it. You could feel Sonny’s gaze on your face as you watched the screen, even as TARU stopped the playback. Your heart was in your throat, and you tried to swallow past the lump.

“D-Dominick…I’m so…” you started, but he cut you off with a hug, his arms pulling you tightly to his chest.

“I know—I get it, okay? I understand,” he murmured into your hair. You hugged him back, sobbing softly into his chest.

“I love you, Dom…I’m so sorry, baby. I love you,” you whispered, tugging him impossibly closer.

“I love you, too, sweetheart; I would never cheat on you, ever.” Sonny’s long fingers stroked your hair. “Come on, come home with me, please. I’ve missed you so much.”

You were already nodding against him. “I’ve missed you, too.” You both headed out of the precinct, an arm wrapped possessively around each other. “I’m gonna punch Emma in the face next time I see her,” you promised.

Sonny laughed. “That’s fair…. At least she gave up her pimp.”

“Yeah, but I don’t share.”

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newborn???

I’m soft for dad!Tom atm so how about surprising him that you’re pregnant by giving him a mini Spider-Man suit. 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: I can’t believe how much I’m writing am I feeling OkAyY??? I really loved this request so THANK U I also really enjoyed writing this and think it may be one of my favourite things ever wieghnksd thank u to @shawnsmoose for putting up with me annoying her

a/n 2.0: can we also appreciate the ending bc I feel it is true tom style ... caring ... but not necessary

warnings: the teeniest tiniest talk of smut until Tom does a tom. swearing I think?? maybe??? fluff???? TESSA. BABIES. HAPPY BYE

You sighed, looking at the ridiculously big clock on the wall opposite you. 6pm; Still at least another hour until Tom got home and that’s with the best of traffic. Straightening the table runner yet again, you brushed over it with your hands to remove any creases before moving on to straightening the cutlery. It was funny, really; that you thought cooking tom’s favourite dinner would somehow soften the blow of the news you had to break to him.

Okay, you said aloud to yourself, stepping back with your hands on your hips to admire your - if you say so yourself – perfect display. Checking under your seat where you always sat, you made sure the small gift bag was there, just in case you’d dreamt putting it there, nodding to yourself when you saw it sat waiting. Might as well make a start on the vegetables.

In the kitchen, you played some soft music to calm your nerves. You stood in the door of the refrigerator, the light hitting you as you squinted at the half-finished bottle of white wine which was screaming your name. It’s gonna be a long 9 months. Sighing as you grabbed the peach lemonade instead; you flipped it towards the counter, feeling super impressed with yourself when it landed upright. Tom and Jake would never, you thought, laughing to yourself as you recalled their excitement on the plane when they managed to get it in the cup holder in one go.

It was safe to say, after one and a half months of him filming in a completely different country, you were ready for him to return as even the pictures on the walls were rolling their eyes at you talking to yourself. Your phone pinged, and you pulled it from your back pocket before it had even stopped vibrating.

Traffic ain’t too bad. See you soon, baby girl 🥺🏡💛

Can’t wait, roastie’s are in the oven and beers in the fridge 🐷🍺

Marry me? 💛💛💛

You giggled as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another vibration forcing you to open your phone screen again.

Actually, that’s not even a question. You will marry me 🍑😈

“Oh honey, I’m homeeeeee!” He sang, and you heard his suitcase roll across the hard hallway floor before it stopped, assumingly being propped up at the bottom of the stairs. You’d missed his goofy ways, he annoyingly loud voice, his warm hugs.

He practically ran into the kitchen, hitting the breaks when he saw you heading towards his direction. “HI,” he screamed, actually running up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You think he almost knocked you over, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Holding you close, he made a super squishy noise as he bear hugged you, lifting you off the ground.

“Hi, baby” You giggled, pulling your head away, your chests still touching, and arms still tangled around each other.

His lips came crashing down, eager to feel you, touch you, taste you. He’d missed you more than he’d let on since he’d been away. He knew you struggled being alone for such a long period of time, so he took it upon himself to be the stronger one, insisting that it wasn’t long until he’d be home and you’re in his arms. He, of course, felt even possibly worse than you did, wanting nothing more to be home with you, to make sure you’re safe. He’d be lying if he said his brothers coming around to borrow his computer shit was all coincidental.

He tasted of a mixture of mento’s, the mint ones, and cherry pepsi max and it felt infectious. He hummed into your lips as your fingers found their way into his bouncy hair and his fingers curled into your waist, almost like he was checking you were actually real. “How long do we have until dinner’s ready?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his.

On cue, the timer on the oven starting a repetitive beep and he groaned, pouting his bottom lip out like a little kid when you walked away, swaying your hips with an extra bounce. He tried distracting you as you dished up your meal, which was the last thing he wanted to eat with you stood in front of him. “Tom, I need to talk to you first, remember.”

“Yeah, but we could also talk after?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as you spooned the vegetable on his overloaded plate; you were definitely a feeder. You swatted his arm away as he tried to steal a roast potato, which were of course covered in your secret seasoning. He managed to sneak one, groaning and whistling out loud when he realised it was far too hot for consumption. Raising your eyebrows, you scowled him as if to say I told you so.

To say he was more interested in tasting you than tasting his dinner, it wasn’t on his plate for longer than 7 minutes, approx, washing the whole thing down with the rest of his beer. He joked that he’d finished filming now, meaning there was room for more food without a strict diet for once.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he patted at his stomach. Oh the irony.

“Uh, yeh…” you shuffled in your seat, palms feeling sweaty and throat going a little dry, “I got you something.”

You started to bend down, to retrieve your gift from under the table but he slid back in his chair, causing a screech across the wooden floor, “OOOO, NO. I got YOU something!”

“No, Tom, can it…” he was already out the door heading to his suitcase before you could finish, leaving you to finish your sentence, “… wait.”

He came back through, holding a tiny bag, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “There was this little store and I knew you’d love it, because you like silver jewellery, so I got this made.” He shoved it in your hands, pulling the seat out and sitting next to you, instead of in his normal seat opposite. Your heart warmed at his thoughtful gift, although you had to chew at your lip as your nerves built. Inside was a little box, wrapped in a delicate white ribbon, with assumingly the company name’s initials embossed onto the front. It was like he was watching you open a Christmas present, spilling tails of how he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s got you yet and if you don’t wear it, he will. Your lips parted as you opened the lid, the silver bangle shining up at you. Wrapped around were three separate charms; two T’s, and your own initial. “Because we’re like a little family, right? And I wanted to be with you, and you…” he laughed as he stroked Tessa who was sat under his feet, “even if I’m physically not.”

You weren’t soft, by any stretch of the imagination, but something about tom made you feel like jelly and melt like butter. “I bloody love you, you idiot.” You beamed, “it’s beautiful, thank you.” You couldn’t help but note how there may soon need to be another initial on there, panicking as you played his words over in your mind. We’re like a little family. What if what you’re about to tell him is going to ruin everything? What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want you?

“So… my turn now,” he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. Reaching under your chair, his eyebrows raised with an impressed glow at your organisation, much different to his presentation. He furrowed his eyebrows, hands reaching out for the small, brown gift bag, clinching his fingers back and forth like a little kid himself.

If he thought you opened your present slowly, boy, did he wanna be in your shoes right now. He fought with the white tissue paper you’d wrapped the small item in, muttering to himself as he eventually just ragged it out and threw it behind him, tessa immediately jumping to it and running around with it in her mouth like the proudest dog in the world.

The pattern of the item was familiar to him - how could it not be? The red and blue suit, with black lines decorating the majority, was exceptionally smaller compared to the one he wore on set. His face was scrunched up in confusion, “you know I can just get one that fits me right?”

“It’s not meant to fit you,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and turning over the size tag that was still attached.

“First size/newborn” he whispered to himself, “newborn...”

He sat for about 10 seconds in silence, and it killed you, because it felt like 10 hours. His eyes finally snapped up to meat your worried overwatch, “NEWBORN?!”

Excitingly repeating the word, he pointed at the small baby grow “newborn?”

Then to his (in true Tom style) his penis, “newborn?”

And then finally to your lower stomach, “newborn?”

You nodded, bringing your lips together into a thin line as you let him digest the news. He grabbed the small sleepsuit, clutching it in his hand as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to never let go. “I didn’t know if you wanted this yet, and I understand if you’re not ready, and we can talk, but I really think I...”

He pulled you back, a hand on each shoulder, resting his forehead against yours. “Y/N, this is the best fucking this to ever happen to me, to us. Thank you so much...” your eyes filled up, just as his did, only yours was with relief. You’d never considered getting rid of the baby, and hoped Tom didn’t want to either, but you did come to accept that he might not be ready.

“I think I should thank you, it’s you that looked really hot at the premiere. And it’s also you that didn’t pull out quick enough, evidently” You giggled, and he laughed too, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were only just escaping your eyes.

“You looked hot too.” He stated, giving you a peck on the lips. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, I knew your dumb ass would fly home and ruin filming for something that’s the size of a blueberry.”

“Oh my god, we got a baby blueberryyyy” he grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I mean, yeh, but at the minute all you’ll feel is just roast potatoes in there”

Tucked up in bed, you rested on his chest, his fingers drawing random patterns on your side as you leant into him. “Are we really.. gonna do this?” You stuttered out, feeling his lips press to the top of your head.

He adjusted so you shuffled gently onto your back, rolling himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms to be careful not to crush you, and your blueberry. “I wouldn’t ever force you to keep it... him... her? Baby berry?... But I know you’re just scared. And I am too but that’s ok.” He pressed loving kisses to your tingling lips between each set of words as your hands toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I mean, we were gonna have one eventually.”

“We were?” You smirked, interested to hear more.

“Mhmmm...” he hummed, moving his lips from your mouth and across your jaw, eventually ending up at the delicate skin on your neck as he spoke, “I think 3. 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 blueberry...” Your laugh filled the room at not only his tom-ness, but the way his breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “In a big house, and another tessa, maybe a couple more chickens because my kids are gonna love dippy egg and soldiers.”

His tongue lapped the areas his teeth were nibbling, swapping his needy, harsh touch for a more gentle approach. You groaned into him, back arching as he grazed all your sensitive spots, his hands running up your t shirt and cupping your breast. You moaned his name into him, with nothing but love filling the word.

Your nipples grew hard between his fingers as he toyed with you, barely noticing how he was moving around on top of you, reaching over to the bedside drawer and rummaging through.

“Tom, what on Earth are you doing?” You laughed.

“Getting a condom?

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