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hanasnx · 6 months

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"capable of love."

WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: scott barringer x gn!reader SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together. WARNINGS: injury | size difference | romance | mentioned: withdrawals

SCOTT BARRINGER has a lot of anger to work out. He makes that clear every time you witness one of his famous temper tantrums. If something doesn't go his way, he's the first to leave. The first to kick something over. To yell, to scream, to cry. It's bratty, and annoying. It's natural, from your side of things, to wish ill-will upon him. He expresses what you're never allowed to express, you wish it'd be his downfall.

Lo and behold, he has another one of his emotional outbursts. His instability becomes everyone's problem. He's large, and he's loud. Of course you'd flinch, drop whatever's in your hands, hide from the source. It stirs resentment within you— that dissipates right before your eyes when your wish comes true.

A jarring slam, and a resounding: "Fuck!" Has you rushing to the origin, to see him doubled over clutching his own hand.

"What happened?" your instinct is to say. At the sound of your voice, he straightens, a sheen of fresh tears on his eyes as meets yours. Delicate, pink features twisted in anguish as he glances between you and his injury.

"Shut my fucking hand in the door." he replies hoarsely, angrily. Like it's your fault. He can't keep still, pacing, bending over, torn between looking around or at his brittle fingers. A string of curses start out strong from his lips, stringing with saliva, and feather out to a whisper. Dealing with the pain manifests in throwing his body around.

Once you get over your shock, guilt takes root. Is this your fault? Did you cause this? You blink away your disbelief, rushing to his side to settle soothing hands on his back after he rests his elbows on the counter, rocking back and forth. Frantically, he massages his palm as if to get his mind off of the actual location of the injury.

To your surprise, he jerks away from your touch. "Go away! Go, I don't need you." The back of his head is far less intimidating, golden locks curling around at the nape of his neck in a most endearing way. Unfortunately, you have no time to idle, hovering your hands over the fabric of his hoodie, wary of his boundary.

"At least let me see it." you tell him firmly. You hear a faint whimper and he shakes his head. So you toughen up, "Scott. Let me see it."

Reluctantly, he stands and you back up, so when he faces you you're not as close as you once were, concealing your former proximity. The shade of his face has deepened. "I think I broke it."

You outstretch your palm, inviting him to let you see. His wound is kept close to his chest, as if he hasn't decided to trust you with it yet. In the light, getting a good view of his skewed countenance, you notice the damp trail lining his cheek. It's not a good time to mention it, and you see his hesitance slowly melt away as he carefully releases his hand, and extends his arm to you. His knuckles rest on the heel of your palm, and you inspect him with extreme prejudice. Exacerbating the pain would be cruel, but violating his fragile trust in you would be worse. You can feel the red hot pulse of it, and chew your bottom lip worriedly.

"Well?" he snaps you out of your examination impatiently, tilting his head into your eye-line to recapture your attention.

You turn it over, his large appendage about the length of your two overlapping ones as you hold it. Blue blooms underneath his fingernails, he must've burst the blood vessels on impact. "Can you bend them?"

"What?" he sighs incredulously, narrowing his gaze at you to scrutinize you.

"If any of your fingers are broken, we'll know. Can you bend them?"

"What? No!"

"Just try!"

He opens his mouth to speak, to object, but it closes. Moistening his lips, he throws a look to the side in exasperation before stepping closer to you, bowing his head to concentrate hard on his twitching digits. You try to ignore how fast your heart is beating. Daring a glance up at him, he does not return the favor, but you witness the adorable way his tongue peeks out as he focuses, how his sharp jawline is defined by the gesture.

Tentatively, his fingers move in the shortest bursts, like little cracks of motion. "It hurts."

"It's gonna." You both watch as he cautiously wiggles his fingers. As a former football player, you're sure he's no stranger to injury. Your guess is he was already overwhelmed, and experiencing withdrawals. Something like this was enough to set him off, but he's... a lot calmer now. Breathing has evened out as he intently carries out the task you gave him, fingers move back and forth in a leisure wiggle. You're not sure why you did it, why you're feeling so nurturing, so drawn to him, but your hands envelope his, massaging the tissue for him. His wide palm and thick wrist are worked by your affectionate touch.

It stuns him. Flashing his gaze between you and his sore appendage.

"What are you doing?" he questions quietly. It's unclear if he's averse or puzzled.

"Helping." Your thumbs dig into the meat of his hand, sensing the kinks there. "You have rough hands." On the inside of the knuckle, where his fingers meet his palm, there are calluses. Probably from holding that stupid football. You meet his awaiting eyes, the twinge of red still lines his lids, lashes dark and wet from lachrymal essence, exquisite cheek bones budded with a frail pink. There's a comfortable silence as he draws his bottom lip through his teeth. His larynx bobs with a swallow.

Electricity. It has your baby hairs stand on end. An invisible force beckons you, as if tied together and the string tightens, you incline into each other. Your surroundings fall away with each inch. Tepid, parted lips graze yours, a minor delay to purse yet. He searches your eyes at first, and your mirror his actions, coming to meet in the middle with a subtle pucker. A peck. Innocent, soft. His hand remains relinquished in yours.

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ysrjune · 25 days

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you.

The day started with you waking up at 9am on weekend. Its summer, your favorite time of year because your parents always go for a vacation the whole 3 months, leaving you all alone since you're old enough to take care of yourself.. kinda. Your older brother is there, too, but most of the time he's hanging out with Sam Monroe. You lay in your bed for a while more, thinking about anything you want to do today. Maybe visit the old woman next door to help her out? Go shopping? Walk around? You thought of so many possible things except for visiting Scott, your next door neighbor. You two have been friends for so long, but you still get shy about knocking on the Monroe's door even though they made it very sure that they're there for you to come to anytime. You think about it for a while before making up your mind and bring yourself to do it.

Now that you've made up your mind, you decide to make yourself some breakfast. Going down the stairs, you're greeted by your annoying big brother. “You're up early,” He says while eating a piece of toast with nutella spread over it. “I'm always up this early. You're just never here to witness it cause you're always free-loading at Sam's house.” You replied on your way to the kitchen which he so happened to follow you to. “It's not free-loading if his parents dont mind me over.” He shrugged, taking another bite of his toast. “Plus, I'm not always there. Sometimes I bring Sam over instead.”

“Yeah, and he's the only person you bring over. Could consider him as your little boyfriend or something.” You insulted him while giggling and opening the fridge to get the orange juice. “Oh, you wanna talk about boyfriends? How about Scott, he has like a huge crush on you, and you definitely like him back. ‘S not hard to notice all that tension going on between you two.” He shot right back, making a fair point..

You closed the fridge door, blushing and walked over to one of the cabinets that hold the cups. “I don't know what you're talking about, Chris.” You replied to your brother who laughed and left right after, leaving you alone to go to his room. Of course you really knew what he was talking about. Scott himself confessed his feelings to you a while back and seemed pretty chill when you told him you weren't ready for a relationship. “Well, as long as we can still be friends, I'm okay with that.” He told you softly with a little smirk tugging his lip. Oh, that smirk of his. It was so cute. Let's be real, you liked him back, but the real reason you held yourself back is because you kinda liked Sam, too, even though he didn't talk to you much. When he did talk to you, he was pretty nice. Usually calling you by the nickname “princess.” Jeez he made you so wet with just that. Scott had his own name, too. It was “Angel.” That one made you feel things too.

Let's not even talk about the time you made out with Scott once and he said “You're so pretty, Angel.” Against your lips before going in for another kiss. He would wonder why you even made out with him that night and then say you don't wanna date him. It hurt his feelings. He felt a little used, but it was kinda his fault for starting the whole moment. Either way—you two stayed friends and that's what mattered to him.

You had waffles with orange juice for your breakfast. After you finished, you went back into your room and decided to take a shower before getting yourself all pretty. Sure, you basically rejected Scott, but you still wanted to look pretty for him. It was weird but you didn't think much of it. An hour passed by while you showered, and once you were finished and opened the curtain there was a bunch of steam around the bathroom and covering your mirror. Oops.

You put on a cute outfit, do your hair, skin care, and however much makeup you thought was appropriate for today. It was 12 by the time you finished, so you headed next door, knocking on the door. Sam answered it since he thought it was Chris, but it was you. God, Sam looked so good right now. He was hot with his eyeliner, sure, but seeing him without it was probably even better. His pretty blue eyes were more noticeable without the eye makeup taking away the attention. His messy, dyed hair was so cute and the way his pjs clung onto his hips was so.. ohmy

“Hey, princess. What're you doin’ here so early? Thought you were Chris.” He speaks to you. “Um, I came to visit Scott.” You answer him after checking him out for a split second. Sam chuckled at that. “What about me? Not even gonna say hi?” He complained playfully. “Hi, Sammy.” You reply with a chuckle and a friendly hug which he returns.

“Hi,” He gave a half smile and let you come in. “Scotty’s in his room. Caught him at a good time, too. He just finished cleaning his room and showering.” He says while leading you upstairs to his brother. You smile at what Sam said and continue the conversation until you reach Scott’s door. “See you later, Sammy.” You tell him and open the door. Sam nods his head and stays there until you close the door after you disappeared into it.

“Lucky bastard.” He mumbled, getting a little jealous that you chose Scott over him. But that's his own fault. It's not like he talks to you enough to really hangout.

Scott looked over to you after you entered. “What’re you doing here?” He asked with a small smile tugging at his lips. No nickname? What the fuck? You thought. It'd be too good a day if you had that interaction with Sam and Scott calling you by “Angel” not even 5 seconds into seeing him. “Was bored. Wanted to see you today.” You explain, walking over to his nicely done bed and sitting on it. “Aw, Angel. That's sweet. Missed me?” Nevermind, there's that nickname! Hallelujah!

“You can put it that way, I guess.” You rolled your eyes playfully and he swoops in for a tight hug. You didn't stop him, though. His hugs were always so comforting. “Missed you too.” It made sense since you went to different schools. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked, letting you go. “Wanna go for a walk?” You suggest. He agreed and yay! you guys went. You walked the neighborhood at first, laughing and telling each other about stuff going on at school, but then you wandered off and started walking around other neighborhoods as well.

Returning to his house around 2, you both went back to his room where your conversations continued. “Yeah, and so she's pregnant now and he wants nothing to do with her, I guess.” Scott shrugged, telling you about one of his bestfriends’ scandalous life. “And that's all you have to say?! ‘I guess’” You mocked his tone. “Well, it sucks, but, like, s’not my problem..” He responded, picking at his fingers.

“So if I wind up p-”“That's different.” He cut you off, quickly. He seemed a little mad, too. “That's my best friend's girlfriend. I don't talk to her. You're my best friend who lives next door and who I've known for years. If some guy knocked you up and tried to leave you, I'd kick his ass.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

Him cutting you off to say all that was real sweet but kinda intimidating since his whole demeanor changed so quickly. “Oh, okay..” you replied, not knowing what else to say. It stayed quiet for a few minutes before Sam opened the door. “Dad wants everyone outside, he's making barbecue.” He said and left right away like he always did. You looked over to Scott. He still looked really mad. Why, though? You thought. It was just a dumb question. But you didn't wanna bother him, you already knew how he got when you tried to talk to him while he's mad.

When you closed the door behind you, he groaned and rubbed his eyes. The thought of you with someone else really set him off. So, you can probably imagine how mad he is now that you put the thought of you getting pregnant by some loser in his head.While he was in his room, Sam, Chris, Mr. & Mrs. Monroe kept you company. Robin, Sam's mom was distracting you while the 3 other boys talked about whatever. Suddenly, Scott came down, still looking a little mad but not as bad as earlier. He joined in on the conversation with you and his mom, occasionally switching to the other guys.

An hour and a half passed by, and the food was done. Everyone chatted with each other. Sam even spoke to you a couple of times! Poor you, fantasizing about him when he wouldn't speak to you. Your eyes were on his fingers for a few seconds, and were cautious to not stare for so long because you did not need anyone noticing that. Scott finally came around and had a conversation with you about random things Everyone finished eating, so the twins’ parents cleaned up and sent everyone off to inside the house. Sam and your brother go to his room, you and Scott go to his. He closed the door behind you two and sighed. “Angel, ‘m sorry about earlier.” He started off softly while you lay on his bed, listening. “Just got a little mad.. and kinda jealous, I guess.” Ugh, there was that thing he always says that always bothered you. “I guess” make up your mind! but you stayed quiet.

“Look, I understand that we're just friends, but you have to understand I still have feelings for you. And when you put stuff like that into my head—like, about getting pregnant by some guy and then he leaves you, it just pisses me off.” He explained how he felt earlier while walking towards you to sit next to you. “You just.. you don't deserve that, Angel. You deserve a guy that'll never ever do you like that.” He sighed.Him explaining this to you made you feel warm inside. Wow. This guy really does like you. He's so sweet.. and you rejected him?! girl! you're so stupid!You hold his hand, looking at his pretty face. “Scotty, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd take it so seriously. Won't do it again, I promise.” He looked at you, with those cute doe eyes of his. “Thanks,” He mumbled, looking at your conjoined hands.

“You're really sweet, Scott. Seriously.” You continue, standing up and settling yourself to stand in between his legs. This action makes him look down to his legs that separated when you stood between them—and to be completely honest, it kinda turned him on. “Oh—um..” He blushed, settling his hands down on the sheets, not knowing what to do with them since he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable. “It's nothing if you really think about it..” He looked away. You did something real bold. You grabbed his face, making him face you. This made him blush even worse.. and harder.“Scott, seriously. Not many guys would say that.” You replied to his shy demeanor, coming closer to his face. This made him a little nervous. Scared, even. He was thinking that you were just teasing him.“Angel, stop.. let me go if you're not gonna do anything else. Don't get my hopes up.” He swallowed. This makes you smirk, now knowing how much power you really have over him. How weak in the knees you make him. “Anything else? Like what?”

“Y/n.”

You chuckle at his state of nervousness. “No, I'm not playin’ with you, pretty.” You say and lean in more to kiss his neck softly. Scott jolted a little at this, but didnt stop you. “Fuck, angel..” He mumbled with his hand sliding up your back. You sucked on his smooth neck, making sure to leave a dark hickey. Well, you ended up leaving a couple before moving to his lips and making out with him. Just like last time.

His hand moved down to your ass, pushing you on top of him. He took control of the kiss, making you really wet. He made it slow and sensual.. really passionate and romantic. Letting out a couple of soft moans while kissing you which turned you on. You never heard him make any noise before. Not even the last time you made out. He was so hard by now. He was so horny.

So bad that he started rubbing his bulge up into you. It made your pussy throb. Jeez, you never imagined how hot Scott is when he's horny.. He had to break the kiss a couple times just to let out those pretty moans. He even whimpered. Just once, but it was so hot. Most of the noises he made were moans and groans.

To tease him, you rolled your hips deliciously onto him, earning another moan. “Angel, stop.. My door isn't locked. What someone walks in..” He softly whined.“No one's gonna walk in.” You told him, hoping he'd believe you. “Please, baby..” oh. my. god. that really sets you off. your pussy was even wetter now that he was practically begging for you to stop. but you didn't want to, so you stayed quiet. He seemed to forget all about the open door when you didn't respond for the next couple of minutes.

“Fuck, angel. Keep doin’ that and i'm gonna cum in my boxers..” he said in that whiny tone of his. It sounded even better when he was close. He knew he was hopelessly in love with you when you stopped to tease him.

“Gotta jerk yourself off to cum, then, I guess.” You tell him, and he groans. That somehow was really attractive to him. He didnt even know he was into orgasm denial. You got off of him and kissed his cheek.

“Where are you going?” He asked, still sounding super whiny. You look at his boner that showed through his jeans, then back up to his eyes. “Home,” You replied like you had just done nothing. “Wh—??” He didnt even finish the whole word because he was so confused. And with that, you left for your house.

When his door closed, he lay on his elbows and threw his head back, groaning. He still wanted to cum so bad.. so he got up from his position to lock his door and close the blinds on his window, along with the light. He went to his bathroom to brush his teeth and change into some blue and black checkered pjs that hung off his hips, just like Sams’ would. He wore no shirt since he was just so eager to rub one out right now.

He lay in his bed and took his still erect cock, twitching at just the slightest touch to the base. He then got an idea. He reached for his phone, opening up the camera to hit record after turning the flash on. He recorded himself masturbating, pretending it was you jerking him off and fucking him. The video was 4 and a half minutes long, filled with pathetic, soft whimpers and moans.. you could hear the wet noises. Once he came, he stopped recording and lay the phone on his chest, away from the sticky mess left on his abdomen. It took him a couple minutes to pull himself back together, but once he did, he unlocked his phone and sent you the video. Then he put his phone on to not disturb after that, scared of the risk he just took. He cleaned himself after that and went to sleep.

ping! “Scotty” sent 1 attachment.

You open the video and the first thing you saw was his dick. You've never seen his dick before, but if you were being honest with yourself.. it was definitely the prettiest one you've ever seen. It looked about 6 inches in his jeans, but damn. Was he really big when he was hard? A whole 7 inches. You watch for 4 seconds before you hear a whimper and feel yourself blush, looking for your headphones and connecting them, hearing his cute noises and the wet sounds his fist made when it hit the base of his cock.

Yeah, this is definitely something you're keeping for when you masturbate. His whimpers and moans were just too cute not to pleasure yourself to!

You react to his message with a heart and send him a photo of your tits. Not without your bra, though. Lets see what he responds with in the morning.

YAYYAYA DONE! PLS LMK UR THOUGHTS ON THIS AND LMK IF YOU WANNA START BEING TAGGED IN THIS FIC 🍒💞

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anakinsdove · 2 months

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader

summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.

c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,345

Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.

It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!

I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.

“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.

“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.

Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”

“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…

“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.

“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”

“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“

Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.

He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed

You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….

Then why do you want to run after him?

Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…

Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.

“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…

“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.

“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”

“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless

“Alright I do like you” he confesses

“No way!” You say sarcastically.

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catnipaddictt · 11 days

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jailbreak

scott barringer x gn!reader

synopsis: You and Scott decide to escape New Horizons, a camp for at risk teens.

wc: 1.3k

tw: none

comment: there is a lack of Scott content on tumblr so I decided I wanted to write something. Also I fell in love with higher ground, i didn't think it was going to be that good, but i binged it in under a week.

You kick at the ground with your beat-up old sneakers, watching as moisture falls from the blades of grass. Grumbling could be heard from in front of you as the ground of teens treked behind their leader. Ever since you had arrived at New Horizons, it was basically walk after walker. You swear once you are out of this place you would never hike again. But alas you had now been here for almost 2 months, and Peter sure wasn't letting you out anytime soon.

Picking up your feet, you begin to follow your group as they walk uphill through the forest that surrounds the school. You make up the back of the pack, mostly just because you prefer to walk at a more leisurely pace.

“Hey” you glance to your side to be met with blue eyes. Scott. He had been here for around the same time you had meaning that you were both ‘fresh meat’. If you could even call yourself that anymore. You reply back with a “hi” focusing on not tripping on any tree roots. Scott was at New Horizons for a drug related problem, something a lot of the students had issues with. He was normally standoffish and refused to participate but you two got along just fine. Which led to the little problem of your not so little crush on the tall boy.

“I hate walking” he states plainly and you agree, nodding your head. “I mean, how is this supposed to help, walking up hills isn't going to fix a bunch of messed up kids” Scott continues. “It sucks, I just want to get out of here” you reply. “Hey, what if we-” Scott seems to want to say something but changes his mind, shaking his head. “Nevermind.” You glance at him confused. “C'mon, you have got to say it now” you laugh. “It was stupid anyways” he grumbles at the ground.

“Oh boo-hoo, just tell me” you practically beg. Scott sees this and ultimately starts to speak, “we could get out of here you know? It's only the forest holding us back I mean. And we have pretty much walked all of it twice over.” You turn your head to look at him, “you mean run away?” you ask. He has caught your full attention now. “See, told you it was dumb” Scott answers.

“Let's do it.”

“Sorry?” He states, “you can't be serious.” He raises an eyebrow. “Oh I'm serious. I have had enough of this place. Worst case scenario we get caught, that's like a few days of confinement to the cabins.” You reply smoothly. It was definitely a horrible idea but it's not like life was too exciting for you at the moment.”I mean, I'm down if you are” Scott shrugs. You think for a moment before replying. “Okay two days from now there is the school bonfire thing. We pack bags beforehand, I'll sneak into the kitchens and get us some food and stuff, and we can meet up by the docks. They won't notice we have gone for a few hours at least.”

Scott looks at you “a few hours head start is probably as good as we are going to get.” He makes up his mind, “okay I'm in.”

The next two days passed rather slowly, with not much really happening apart from lectures about personal wellness. What a waste of your time. You were counting down the minutes until your and Scott's escape out of here.

The final hours of your time at New Horizons were spent packing a bag, light enough to not slow you down, but enough to keep you going until you could get more supplies. Your next job was the kitchen.

The sun had almost disappeared by the time you reached the space, quietly opening and shutting the door behind you. You grabbed two large plastic bottles of water, placing them in your bag, as well as a few cans of food and lots of snacks. This was definitely enough to last you a few days. Getting through the forest should only take a few hours, the tricky part was not being seen around town.

Zipping up your bag you sneak out of the kitchen, making your way to the docks. You could see Scott's shadow cast on the wooden planks, giving his location away. You walk almost silently up to him and he jumps a little at you appearing. “Don't sneak up on me like that” he says playfully.

You nod your head in the direction of the path leading to the forest “time to go?” The light from the bonfire flickers over the landscape, making it feel like something out of a 80’s horror film. “Yeah, let's do it”

You both make your way out of the school and into the dense forest. There is nearly no light apart from the occasional bit of moon peeking through the canopy. Scott pulls two flashlights out of his bag, passing one to you “borrowed Auggie’s, hope he doesn't mind” he shrugs and you laugh. Poor Auggie had been robbed of his only torch.

After about an hour of walking Scott starts telling you clearly made up stories about people getting lost in the woods never to be seen again. Typical teenager boy behavior. You roll your eyes in response - not that he could see. “That's so not real” you speak, only to be met with a yelp as he trips over a tree root. You cannot contain your laughter at the action. “Not funny” he grumbles.

The next few hours pass in a blur. The clear night makes your walk nicer than you thought it was going to be. Scott being there helped a lot. You both exchange tales of your lives before New Horizons, Scott tells you about his football games and school. Up ahead of you, you can see where the ground drops about 6 feet or so, meaning you will have to climb down. Scott goes first, passing you his bag so you can throw it down to him once he is on solid ground. Once he reaches the earth again you throw down his bag followed by yours. He catches them and puts them down on the ground. Now it's your turn to make the descent.

You make it most of the way down without fail, but the place where you put your left foot collapses and you are forced to jump back and onto the dirt covered ground. Luckily you don’t hurt yourself but in the process you manage to basically slam into your companion. He lets out a sound at the impact, “woah there.” “Sorry Scott.”

After another hour you finally reach the edge of civilization and you exchange grins with the blonde boy. You had made it with close to little hiccups. Making it onto town, you and Scott begin to brainstorm what to do now. “We need to get further away before first light, then people might see the two of us. And when Peter comes asking they will know we were here” You think out loud. “We could hitchhike?” Scott suggests “It's risky but if we walk further out of town we have a better chance of someone who is passing through and not a local?”

You agree to the plan and after a quick break from walking you both set out again. Now that you are out of the dense forest you can see the night sky. It's clear tonight and you can see all the stars, you will miss it in a way. But you made your decision. As you walk, your hand brushes against Scott’s prompting you to snap your arm close to your side, embarrassed. You can sense his head turning to look at you briefly before he looks straight ahead again. Then, if on second thought, he grabs your hand in his, interlocking your pinkies. You look down at your and Scott's hand and smile. Maybe, just maybe it would all work out fine.

I'm not sure about the ending of this one as I kinda didn't know how to finish it but oh well. Im also finishing writing a whole heap of requests, so expect those soon!

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ⵌ ꜰᴀᴡɴ ⨾ 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

bratty!sub!scott x dom!chubby!milf!teacher!reader, semi-public sex (in a classroom), reader is referred to as 'Miss', reader is kinda sorta manipulative if you squint, mentions of his bitchass stepmom. 1.3k words.

“God, why do you always have to make this so hard for me?!” Scott whines, pacing in front of your desk. You sit at your desk, hands folded with your chin resting on them, your eyes following him as he goes back and forth.

He was always a brat. Always, without fail. His father requested you to give him some tutoring after school so he could keep his grades up and, in turn, stay on the football team.

“You’re so stupid! Do you even know what you’re doing?! Why can’t I get another teacher? Why can’t Mr. Scarbrow tutor me?! At least he acts like he cares!” he continued, making you roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, your hands going to massage your temples. He was such an insufferable student. He was never not complaining about something. Without fail, Scott found something to complain about. The temp of the room, the other students being annoying, something.

“Scott,” you begin, and your tone makes Scott stop to look up at you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Yeah?” you give him a warm, maternal smile, and the poor boy’s entire body racked with a shudder. “How about we move onto another problem, hm? Here,” you stand and walk to the board. He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes stay fixed on your ass in the ungodly tight pencil skirt you decided to wear as you move around, the sound of your heels clicking against the linoleum fading into the background of Scott’s little world. You pick up the marker and begin writing.

“So we have your preimage, and your image. Now, when you move it, you’re translating, like so…” and now your voice fades into the background. All Scott could focus on was your wide hips and thick legs, your white blouse letting him faintly see the band of your sapphire blue bra. He slides into the desk at the very front of the class, shifting around and bouncing his legs to distract him from the growing tent in his sweatpants.

With his hands gripping the front edge of the desk, he licks his lips once more and swallows, his tummy coiling. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away with it…

So he tries. As your back is turned, Scott trails his hand down, shoving it into his sweatpants. He rubs his shaft over his boxers, fingers fiddling with the opening. Once his hand makes contact with his shaft, he whimpers. “Oh…”

You turn to look at him. “Scott?” He freezes, and slowly looks up at you, his baby blues wide with shock. You set the marker down and walk up to him, a warm smile on your face. “And what do we have here, hm~?”

Scott was absolutely fucked. How would he explain this? ‘Sorry Miss, I got horny and was jacking off to your ass’?

“Uh, I uh, uh,” “Shh,” you respond, reaching down to gently caress his cheek. “Shhh, it’s alright Scotty.” You give him another warm smile, making him whimper. You reminded him so much of his stepmother, but better. He didn’t feel gross, he felt fulfilled.

“Can you stand up for me Scott?” He nods, removing his hand and standing up. You led him to your desk, then took a seat atop it, leaving Scott there, standing before you like a lost child. “Um, Miss?” He murmurs to you, all his brattiness gone. “Miss,” “ah-ah, this entire time you’ve been acting out, Scotty. You have to listen to me now, alright?”

He nods. “‘M listening.” He watches as you reach forward and brush your fingers through his curls. “Good boy, come here, come closer.” You coax him forward as if he was an animal you were attempting to befriend. He leans into your touch, stepping closer until he’s flush against you, standing between your legs. His hands come to rest on your thighs, kneading the flesh, making his cock twitch.

All of you - your whole body made Scott writhe with need. The stretch marks on your inner thighs, the pudge of your stomach, your plush breasts making a few buttons of your blouse look like they were holding on by a thread, literally. You lean back on your hands, allowing Scott’s hands to roam your body. “Miss, can I?”

You give him that same warm smile. “Of course.” Wasting no time, Scott pushes the front of your skirt up, and his knees nearly buckle at the sight of your lace panties that were the same sapphire color your bra was. Like the teenage boy he was, he quickly shoved his bottoms down in one go, tugged your panties to the side, and guided his cock into your hole (after missing a couple times).

As soon as his tip is engulfed by your gummy walls, he whines and plants his hands flat onto the desk. “Ohh god,” He whimpers out, hips stuttering. Poor thing couldn’t even handle it! You reach up and stroke his rosy cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Shh, good boy Scott.” He leans down and rests his forehead on your shoulder, his abs flexing as he tries to not look like too much of a little bitch.

You reach down and gently wrap your free hand around his shaft, guiding him into your pussy, your legs wrapped around his waist to aid in moving him towards you. “There you go sweetie, there you go.” Once Scott was finally bottomed out inside you, he bucks his hips subconsciously, needing some sort of stimulation. “Hnn,”

Letting out a soft laugh, you reach up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Keep going Scotty, you can do it,” you murmur into his ear. Your voice was so gentle and maternal, he couldn’t take it. He reaches up and fumbles with your buttons, tugging at the thin fabric of your blouse. You let him figure it out, watching as he tugs it apart, finally getting access. He lifts his head and when he sees the plush fat of your chest, he lets out a sob.

Scott was so incredibly overstimulated - his cock buried inside you, the sight of your matured body, raging hormones. He tugs at the cups of your bra eagerly, pulling them down. “Scotty,” you coo, your hand now resting on the back of his neck. “You can move for me, yeah? You can move for Miss?”

Hearing you refer to yourself in third person made Scott let out a half-groan half-whine. He nods eagerly. “C’mon, use your words, love.” He swallows and tries to catch his breath. “Nnh, yeah, uh-huh, gonna…”

You give him a fake pout. “Poor baby,” Scott nods. He wasn’t even really coherent anymore, he was just trying to keep from falling to his knees. Finally finding the strength, he begins to buck his hips forward, rutting instead of thrusting properly. He babbles incoherently, his brows furrowed and voice strained. He leans down and buries his face in your tits, his hands squeezing at them as well. “‘na, gonna, ha, ssss, oh,” Scott slurs.

He cries out, hands finding your biceps for support as he spills his load inside you without warning. You just run your hand through his hair, raking your nails along his scalp. “Good boy, Scotty.” He murmurs something incoherent in response. “Did so well sweetie.” He murmurs a repetition of your praise, drawing a soft giggle from you, and earning him a kiss on his warm forehead.

It was rare that Scott was able to earn praise from anyone. His father, his stepmother, not even his coach would make him feel this special. You knew full well you had no business doing this, but seeing him so pathetic and brought down off his imaginary high horse filled you with satisfaction. Knowing he had no one else to cry to (besides Mr. Scarbrow, but you would make sure Scott kept his mouth closed!) except you made you shiver with a perverted sense of power. In due time, Scott would act up again - you would just have to put him back in his place.

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daughterofthequeen · 6 months

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I just watched an episode and a half of higher ground tv show. Obviously because of Hayden, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as good as it was. Like I really hate that it was cancelled. And my heart has broken way too many times for me only being through half of the second episode.

Look at the baby🥺🥺🥺😫😫😫

We need Scott Barringer x platonic!mom!reader, even though it’s only a tv show things like this still breaks my heart cus I know a lot of people have actually gone through it😔and I hate that I can’t do anything to stop SA from happening all together or stopping abuse in general.

(guys when is say mom!reader I mean a platonic relationship. Do you understand how screwed up a person has to be in the head to sexualize SA, like that is not cool or ok to do AT ALL. Get your heads out the gutter. And being a victim of domestic abuse myself I understand the mental struggle Scott was going through in a way, even though it’s not the same. The want of having a parental figure that would care for you, understand you, and listen to you never really goes away. SA is most likely worse mentally, but there’s still a horrible pain that comes with abuse in general. It’s part of the reason I read ff, to help me cope.

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I had to add this because someone took the original the wrong way. Which is understandable, so I reworded it. So to that person just understand I am in no way saying SA is ok or sexualizing it or the Scott Barringer character)

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‘Tis the damn season - Scott Barringer x f!reader

Warnings - Slight angst, this should be a full angst only angst fic but i can’t handle that rn 😭 Also sorry it’s not gender neutral i try to keep most of my fics gender neutral but Horizon only has boy/girl cabins 🙁

Christmas at horizon has always been the same. They take all the kids to see the lights in town on Christmas Eve, then everyone comes back and we drink Hot Chocolate (One of the only special things allowed) and watch a christmas movie. On Christmas day everyone opens whatever their parents sent them and if they didn’t get anything from their parents then Peter and Hannah would make sure they had something. You’ve been here several years. Three to be exact but that doesn’t matter. This year a new kid joined. You didn’t know who it was because you had been off on a trip with another group when he came.

You were sitting on the bench next to the window looking out at the snow, admiring it, then he walked in. The new kid. Scott barringer. You glanced up them back out the window before doing a double take. “Scott?” You said moving away from the window. Scott looked up at the sound of his name. You were right. That’s scott. Your Scott. Your childhood best friend and love of your life. “Y/n?” He said as he moved towards you. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped you in a hug. You breathed him in, holding him close. “What’re you doing here?” It only takes you a moment to register that he must be the new kid. “Scott, why are you here? What happened?” You said pulling away to look him in the eye.

The rest of the cliffhangers stood slightly behind you two, all of them looking confused as they’d never seen either of you so happy. “I got into trouble back home, drugs, so dad made me come here” He said smiling softly. “If you wanted to see me so bad you could have just visited y’know?” You say teasing him. He laughs before pulling you back into his arms. You two stood there for another minute before Peter walked in. “What’re you two doing?” He said laughing. “Hugging, whatre you doing?” You said pulling away from Scott. “Wondering why you’re hugging him if you don’t know him?” Peter said looking between the two of you. “I’ve known Scott since we were like four” You say looking back at Scott who’s smiling, content, looking at you.

“What do you mean?” A voice came from behind you all. Juliette. “What? Was the sentence not clear enough?” Shelby said nudging jules. “We grew up together” Scott says turning to jules. Juliette stops speaking after that. You and Scott move to the window and continue talking about all you missed. You talk long into the night, you smile as you realize peter must have told the others to just leave you two. You looked around the cozy room, your gaze stopping on the lit fire place. You were about to speak again when you noticed someone at the top of the stairs. You tapped scott and motioned with your eyes towards the stairs.

He followed your gaze towards the stairs but whoever was there left. “Who do you think it was?” Scott asked when you told him what happened. “I don’t know, how close are you with jules?” You ask quietly. He pauses clearly thinking of an answer. A few minutes go by before he speaks. “We’ve kissed… a few times” He says softly. You nod, slowly pulling your hand away from where it was resting on his knee in between yours. “We should get to sleep” You say standing up quickly. “Why?” He says reaching a hand out towards yours. You pull away. You don’t mean to it just happens. “Peter. He’s a real stickler for the rules and he’ll be by to make sure everyone’s asleep soon” The lie slips past your lips before you can stop it.

Scott nods and watches as you turn away. You put out the fire, tears silently streaming down your face. You brush past Scott quickly and head back to your cabin. When you got there the only person awake was Grace. “Hey” She said as you walked in. “Hey” Your voice comes out wobbly. Grace quickly looked up from her book. “Come here” She said setting her book to the side. “What’s wrong?” She says as you climb into her arms. “Scott” is all you manage to breathe out between sobs. “Your best friend scott? What happened?” She said stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. “He’s kissed jules, and it’s not even like it’s his fault, we’ve never had something, it’s not his fault i’m in love with him” You say curling further into a ball.

“I’m sorry, why don’t you get some rest?” She said softly. You smile slightly and return to your bed. You fall asleep rather quickly after losing all your energy to crying. You wake up the next day and turn over to face the clock on your bedside. You then realize you’ve slept in for half the day. You quickly get up and get dressed. You walk into the main cabin and the cliffhangers turn to look at you, your eyes drift to Scott who’s sitting next to Juliette and you quickly avert your gaze and move to your group. “There she is, good morning sleepyhead” Peter said as he looked up from where he was helping another student. “Good morning peter” You say quietly.

He quickly picks up on your bad mood and offers to go find Hannah. The two of them had basically been family since you’ve been here. You shake your head slowly. “I’m okay peter” You say leaning against Grace who was currently coloring next to you. “It’s not like you’d say if you weren’t” Daisy said from your other side. “Come talk, please” Peter said moving over to you. You let peter lead you towards his office and ignoring scott’s eyes trailing after you. You talk with peter for a solid half an hour before finally being able to go back to group. “Can we talk?” Scott says approaching you. Before you can say anything Grace cuts in. “I think you’ve done enough haven’t you?” She says sharply. “It’s okay grace, promise” You say standing up.

You follow Scott out into the snow, he leads you slightly into the woods so you two can sit on the bench peter set up. “What did i do? Please tell me, i didn’t mean to hurt you” He says quickly. “It’s nothing Scott really” You move to stand but he reaches out and holds you in place. “That’s not true” He says firmly, “I did something and i want to fix it” He says softer than before. “I’ve been in love with you scott, for years. You’ve never shown any interest in me and to hear you kissed jules it hurt” You say, tears falling down your face again. He wipes them away, slowly, softly, as if you were made of glass. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i never meant to make you feel that way, i mean you had to know i love you” He said quietly.

You smile softly at him. “Really? Y-you love me?” You say, trying to figure out if this was real. “Yes” That’s all you needed to hear. You bring your hand up to his cheek and pull him into a kiss. The two of you spend the rest of the day doing things together, Snow angels, hot chocolate. “Come on we gotta get back to the cabin, it’s time for christmas lights” You say pulling scott off the ground. The two of you quickly run back to where everyone was loading into the cars. Peter smiles at you seeing the light practically radiating off of you. The two do you load into the cars and hold hands secretly as you drive through the mountains and back to town. “The lights are so pretty this year” You say smiling.

“Not as pretty as you” He whispers softly. You grin at him and nudge him. “You’re cheesy” You say laughing. “Only for you” He says reaching for your hand. The two of you walk around the cold, snow covered town, smiling like two idiots. “I love you” He says brightly. “I love you too” You say wrapping your arms around him. You hold him close under the glittering christmas lights of town and you finally feel at home. Peter and Hannah watch you two from a distance, smiling broadly. “Aren’t we supposed to be stopping this” Hannah says laughing. “Maybe, but they’re happy” Peter says back. They stand close together as they watch the love continue to blossom between you two beneath the bright moonlight cascading down to the christmas lights.

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I finished all the requests in my inbox so please request more!! 🫶

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Hi! I loved your Anakin blurb and I was wondering if you could write one about bf! scott sticking up for you against Augusto :)) 🫶

Of course babe I gotchu! ;)

you had a big mouth to say the least, you spoke your mind and never backed off & everyone knew it.

though at times your mouth got you in trouble, like now.

“are you going to say anything whore?!” auggie yelled, specks of his spit flying on your face. you opened your mouth to speak before feeling a presence behind you.

“does your ass ever get jealous of the amount of shit you talk auggie?”

scott interjected, stepping in front of you making you scoff.

you could defend yourself you had done it before him, though it felt a little reliving to have someone to defend you.

“get out of the way scott, this is between me & that bitch.”

scott slammed auggie against the concrete, holding him by his collar.

“fuck!” auggie swore.

“call her a bitch again & you won’t seen the light of day.” scott gritted, letting go of auggie’s collar throwing him on the ground.

scott turned towards you & grabbed your arm, dragging you away from auggie.

“next time you decide to open your mouth i’ll shove my dick down it.” scott muttered.

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my girl

scott barringer x reader

tws/cws: fluff, drabble, mentions of gore, a little angsty if you squint. fem! reader, misogyny, slight spoilers for higher ground, MENTIONS OF SCOTTS SA, DO NOT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO THAT TOPIC!!!!!!

summary: when david, the new student at horizon, makes a remark towards you infront of scott; scott doesn’t take too kindly to it.

David scoffs as he watches you chop wood from afar, and he turns his head towards scott. “Shouldn’t she be working in the kitchen instead?” David laughs, “It’s where she belongs, after all. a job like that belongs to a man.” he grins.

Scott glares down at him, tongueing the side of his cheek. in no time, scott towers over david, looking at him threateningly. “Don’t talk about her like that.” he grits.

“Or what? you’ll fight me?” david laughs, “Oh wait, you can’t do that. after all, you failed to fight off your stepmother when she—“

crack

Scott swung his fist into david’s face, a loud crack coming from david’s nose. “what the fuck, man?” david yells, holding his nose in pain as blood spills out of his nose.

“Talk about me or y/n again like that, i’ll kill you.” scott growls. david starts to cry and he backs away.

“I’ll tell peter about this! y-you’ll get 2 months worth of kitchen duty!” david cries.

“Whatever, david.” scott rolls his eyes, “anything for my girl.” he says quietly.

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A Star Reborn: Elle Magazine Interview (February 2008)

No matter how romantic, dissolute, or beatnik he played it, Hayden Christensen just couldn’t lose the long arm of Star Wars. Until, that is, he starred in this month’s hotly anticipated, Jumper and ditched Darth Vader for good. Interview by Sarah Bernard When George Lucas plucked Hayden Christensen from teen-TV obscurity to play Darth before he was dark in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones, it was a career making break. It was also the kind of opportunity that could set up a young actor to fail spectacularly. Christensen wouldn’t have been the first 19 year old to let fame turn him into an intolerable party boy, or the first to flame out, Mark Hamill-style. But Christensen’s post-Vader life hasn’t followed either of those scripts. Since hanging up his lightsaber, he has made a handful of small films, the best of which was Shattered Glass, which he also produced. His portrayal of journalist-turned-plagiarist Stephen Glass, complete with dorky glasses and khakis, was a perfectly creepy rendering of ambition and desperate defiance. In Factory Girl, the Andy Warhol biopic, he played a Dylan-esque musician. The movie was so god-awful that Christensen has never seen it. “And I don’t think I ever will,” he says. He had originally signed up to play Bob Dylan, but Dylan didn’t like the way the film portrayed his relationship with Edie Sedgwick and threatened to sue. “The producers called a week later saying, ‘We can’t call him Bob Dylan.’ I said, ‘Okay, I can play Bob in my head,” says Christensen, who more or less worships the singer. But Dylan saw the final cut and still wasn’t pleased. Most of Christensen’s scenes had to be scrapped, and those that did survive had to be completely redubbed so that he sounded less Dylan-like. “It was really depressing,” the actor says. In 2007’s Awake, he played a wealthy businessman (his wife is played by Jessica Alba) who finds himself conscious during heart surgery. The film came and went in a weekend. When Christensen tried to bolt from the premiere’s screening, he says Harvey Weinstein, the film’s producer, told him, “I’ll sit next you with handcuffs if I have to.” In this odd collection of projects, there is a through line: characters who are not quite what they seem at first, possessing a mix of innocence and malevolence. Those are the parts that Christensen loves to play and what attracted to the starring role in this month’s Jumper, a sci-fi thriller about a bank robber with a talent for teleportation. It’s directed by Doug Liman, who turned Matt Damon into an assassin with a soul in Bourne Identity and matched Brad and Angelina in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. “I think people who see this film will view Hayden as having emerged they viewed Matt as having emerged…[But the reality is, both Matt and Hayden had done phenomenal work before,” says Liman. “You just had to look at Good Will Hunting and Shattered Glass to see there was a star there.” Christensen is not one of those celebrities who always craves an audience, as he sits in a Tribeca bar in New York City answering questions, he’s wearing a Bathing Ape baseball cap pulled low over his brow. His features are so delicate, they’re almost pretty. In fact, he was the face of Louis Vuitton Menswear in fall-winter 2004-2005. (“He reminds of a young Paul Newman,” says Simon Kinsberg, who co-wrote Jumper as well as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the third installment in the X-Men franchise.) The actor’s idea of fun is manning the excavator on the farm he recently bought an hour north of Toronto, the city where he grew up and where his family still lives. Like any good Canadian kid, he was hockey-obsessed and dreamed of playing for the Maple Leafs. He also played competitive tennis, and when he was a ball boy at the Canadian Open, he was nearly clocked with a racquet hurled by a tantrumming John McEnroe. (A clip of the near miss made the nightly news.) Christensen’s mother, Ali, and father, David, ran a communications consulting business together. He has an older brother, Tove (who now heads, with Hayden, a production company, Forest Park Pictures), and two sisters: Hejsa, a former junior world trampoline champion, and Kaylen. The whole clan spent time in Australia during the filming of Star Wars, where Christensen’s sisters even became tight with George Lucas’ daughters. When Lucas invited the girls along on a yacht vacation, Hejsa really hit it off with the boat’s captain. They married a year and a half ago in Antigua, with Lucas in attendance. “She’s sort of responsible for me having the career that I have,” says Christensen, “and I’m indirectly responsible for her family.” Listen to him talk, and it’s hard to believe he isn’t just a farm boy himself. For one thing, he mumbles. He also slurps his Coke like a little kid. Then orders another.

“I thought I had a sense of what it meant to be a down to earth, regular actor,” says Liman. “Then I met Hayden, and suddenly everyone else seems like a primadonna.” During one of many reshoots, Liman realized his star’s hair has gotten longer and lighter from the sun. “Hayden’s like, ‘no problem,’” says Liman. “He gets the scissors and the trimmer out and cuts his own hair in my bathroom! I’m terrified because we have some shooting coming up and if I mess up his hair, someone’s going to kill me. I go, ‘Are you sure you should be putting those scissors to your hair?’ He goes, ‘I was cutting my hair through the whole movie.’” “He is so sweet and so humble and approachable, and loving,” adds Jessica Alba. “He literally hugs everybody on the crew and knows all their first names, every day. He’ll say good morning, give everyone a hug. He’s so present and happy and sweet. It’s crazy. And then you’re like ‘Oh, he’s Canadian.’” ‘Menschy’ is how Kinberg describes him. “So much that wondered when I’d get to see the other side.” It’s an earnestness with an edge, like a scrim that’s hiding something uglier, messier, darker. “He’s incredibly good at lying,” says Jamie Bell, his Jumper costar. “That element of ‘I’m totally pulling the wool over your eyes.’ He’s good at that.” Darth Vader is a cartoon version of this of course. There were lots of intense stares and heavy brows in that performance. But to be fair, Star Wars has never been known for its thespianism, and delivering stilted dialogue with imaginary droids against a green screen doesn’t leave an actor much room for subtlety. Maybe Christensen was reacting to that when he played Sam Monroe, the pill-popping part time prostitute teenage son of Kevin Kline in 2001’s Life as a House. In the opening scene, Sam wakes up, sniffs a rag doused with paint thinner, sticks his head through a noose in his closet, and jacks off, until the clothes rack collapses on top of him and his mom opens the door. And that’s before the title sequence is finished. Christensen threw himself into Sam both emotionally and physically. He says ‘It was my means of rebelling,” from Star Wars one assumes. He shed 25 pounds on a diet of salad and water, dyed his blond hair black and cobalt blue, and shaved his legs to look as young and sickly as possible. The result was a performance with vulnerability and angst and full-fledged rage, all twined together like a heap if twisted steel. And because Life as a House came out before Attack of the Clones, it was actually Sam in all his Goth glory (piercings, eye shadow), not the falling Jedi Knight, who introduced the actor to the movie going public. He earned a Golden Globe nomination for his work in House, as well as a fair amount of tortured teen credibility. At that point, tortured teens were something of a Christensen specialty. In 2000, the year he got Star Wars, he was living in Vancouver and playing Scott Barringer, a drug addicted, sexually molested teenager on Fox Family’s Higher Ground. When he was summoned to Lucas’ Skywalker Ranch in Northern California for a face-to-face reading with Natalie Portman, he threw up on the ride there. It was his and Portman’s chemistry that the unknown Canadian was the one. “Hayden is immediately appealing, both in person and on screen, because he knows how to balance his strength with his sensitivity,” Lucas emails. “I think he has a great acting career ahead of him.” The filming of Attack of The Clones and then Revenge of the Sith consumed a good five years of Christensen’s life-an eternity in the career of a hot young actor. He tried moving on, focusing on indie films, sharing the stage in London in 2002 with Jake Gyllenhaal in Kenneth Lonergan’s This Is Our Youth, a play about three rich-kid slackers in 1980s New York. Still he could not get away from Star Wars. Boxes of paraphernalia continued to arrive. “They have to send me one of everything produced,” he says. “It’s nuts. The first I opened: ‘Oh that’s cool. A little figurine of me,’ All sorts of lunch boxes, potato chips. I don’t even open them anymore. I had to get storage space because my parents’ basement overcrowded. My mom was like, ‘Enough!’” So when his agent told him about Jumper, he didn’t jump at it. “They said it was sort of science fiction, there was a franchise possibility,” he says. “And I was like, ‘does this really sound like something I’d be keen to do? I was franchise scared.” Then he found out it was being directed by Doug Liman, who has a way of infusing an emotional quotient into the star roles of his big budget action pictures. The first meeting between them was, according to both, like a great first date. Christensen has a farm. Liman has a farm. Christensen was off to a flying lesson that day. Liman is a pilot. The director invited Christensen to his apartment in New York, where they met with Kinberg and with Bell, who’d already been cast. (Liman had begun filming Jumper with Tom Sturridge as the lead, then halted production because Sturridge looked too young for the part, Kinberg says.) Christensen plays Davey, a callow young guy with a sweet, sexy girlfriend (Rachel Bilson) and the secret superpower to ‘jump’ teleport himself anywhere in the world by picturing the place. Thinking he’s the only one with such skils, Davey is blithely breaking into banks and living the high life in Manhattan when one day, a white-afroed Samuel L Jackson (Christensen’s Star Wars costar) shows up and tries to get medieval on his ass. Jackson, part of a jumper secret police, doesn’t want rogue teleporters jumping about. Disrupts the universe, you see. Liman and the crew discussed the script and debated what a jump would look like. “We started improvising, throwing out ideas,” says Christensen. A week later, Liman called and asked him back to do it all again. When Christensen was finally offered the part, the group continued to meet as a collective several times a week. “My character’s way of dealing with things is he doesn’t confront his problems. He’s always avoiding them. One day I was saying to Jamie, ‘My superpower is I can run away from anything.’ And Doug was like, ‘Wait, wait, wait! That’s your character! The fundamental undercurrent.” It is the perfect superpower for a guy: the ability to literally bail when things get tough. “A very guy thing, yeah.” Christensen says with a laugh. Jumper was the opposite of the closed door ways of Star Wars, where they’re George’s characters,” the actor says. “I was stepping into something preexisting.” Now he was getting to be part of that defining process and he was thrilled. Not that Liman’s defining process is any cake walk. For him, scripts are never finished and actors are ever in discovery mode. Often they’d shoot a scene one way, discuss it, come up with a better idea, and shoot again. This happened whether they were on a soundstage in Toronto or on location in Tokyo, Paris, Prague, London, or Rome, where they got permission to film inside the Colosseum, the first film to do so in decades. Liman is also spontaneous, to the extreme. Driving through Times Square with Bell and Christensen, he decided that it would be good to get them fighting in traffic. So he stopped the van, ordered them out, and manned the camera himself as his starts rolled around on the pavement mid the cars and pedestrians. A good portion of the film has Christensen pummeling himself onto the floor, up against walls. Says Bell, “Hayden was tortured on this movie.” Well, not entirely tortured. Reports are that Christensen and Bilson are dating-there are pictures of her feeding him, of her puppy getting into his Ferarri, of her and Christensen running errands Best Buy-but he refuses to discuss it. What he will say is, “She’s awesome. She’s a very, very beautiful girl. She’s special. She’s one the sweetest, most gentle, kindhearted people I’ve ever met.” Christensen’s Jumper performance may be the one that finally overrides everything else on his resume. “Doug is really good at making guys look cool,” says Kinberg. Liman couldn’t agree more: “I have the reputation for getting just the right actor at the right point in their career. I think people will say I just did it again.” But even a director as self-confident as Liman is no match for the Force. Christensen tells how, on a recent head clearing trip to the Bahamas, he stopped in at a ‘really local, really basic market’. And there on the shelf was an ancient box of cereal with his mug as Anakin in that signature shag. Says Christensen; “I wanted to go up and ask the guy, ‘Are you sure that should still be on the shelf?’”

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you

part 3! of tell me what you want

Monday. Ugh, even though it's summer, Mondays still sucked. You start off your day just like any other.. shower, eat breakfast, and continue your day with whatever. Usually, you'd go see Scott, but.. you couldn't bring yourself to face him after everything you did with Sam. “He's never gonna know.” You think to yourself over and over again. It didn't help much. Just knowing you did all that after making out with Scott was eating you up. This was definitely not something you could just ignore. It's the kind of guilt that would haunt you forever.

You did everything but interact with the Monroe family all day.. all week. It was unusual. Even Chris asked you why you weren't over at their house. You made up the excuse of just being lazy about going over, and of course he believed you since he doesn't really care much. Scott didn't text you. Sam didn't text you. It made you paranoid. What if Sam told Scott what happened and that's why he hasn't texted you? Maybe he hates you now and never wants to see you again.

That's crazy. You're being crazy. No way Sam told Scott. He said it himself! He wouldn't say anything cause he'd end up hating him! That thought comforted you just a little bit. You eventually forget about it for a couple of hours since you kept yourself busy with things around the house. Doing dishes, laundry, cleaning the whole house—but that was until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You immediately thought of Scott. Maybe he texted.

You pull your phone out from your pocket and look at the notification. It wasn't Scott. It was just a notification from Instagram informing you that someone liked your post. You groan and throw your phone on the couch, so if you got any other notifications, you wouldn't know. It took almost 3 hours to clean the downstairs part of your house. Then 2 for the upstairs. Once you finished you go to your room and take a nap for at least an hour and a half.

It was now the early afternoon when you woke up. Chris had left a note on your desk on top of some food he bought you. “You didn't answer your phone when I texted you if you wanted something to eat so I got you some anyway. I know you're sad, but I don't know why. Whatever it is, don't talk to me about it. Love you though!” Your brother can not be sweet all at once. He always has to throw in some kind of childish joke in there. You still appreciate his act, though.

Next door there was a party going on. It was Mrs. Monroe's birthday, so she invited her and her husband's side of the family to come over and celebrate. You wonder why you weren't invited. You look to your nightstand again to grab your phone but notice it's not there. Ugh, you left it on the couch STUPID BITCH anyways um yeah you get up and quickly retrieve your phone and open it—revealing a bunch of unread messages from a couple of people.

“Aubree sent 4+ messages”

“Ferny sent a reel by ..”

“Lupe sent 5 attachments”

But one specific notification caught your eye.

“2 Messages from Scotty”

You quickly open it and see an image with his moms party invitation. It had the home address, time, and the obvious ‘You're invited to Robin Monroe’s Birthday’ text on the top.

“You should really come over, Angel. I miss you.” Was the text he sent along with the invite. He definitely didn't know what was going on since he added ‘I miss you.’ You wanted to surprise him, so you just left him on read. You hoped he wouldn't see that he was left on read just in case he thought you were ignoring him.

You took another shower and dolled yourself up. You wore a pretty dress that didn't reveal a lot. Your cleavage was sort of showing but that's just how the dress was. You put on a comfortable pair of shoes/heels and went over. The side door that led to the back of the house was open, so you assumed that was the entrance.

You entered and recognized a bunch of their family members. You said hi to some of them, like the boys’ cousins that you got along with, some of their aunts and uncles, and of course the grandparents. You were looking around for Scott. Specifically Scott. You didn't care about Sam. He already told you what you two did was a one time thing, so you already made up your mind about ignoring your feelings for him and allowing yourself to fall for Scott, properly.

Truth be told, Scott knew you were there the second you arrived. He was just nervous to go up to you. You hadn't spoken in a week, so he assumed you were mad but only came over for the sake of his mom. That was until Sam went up to him and talked him into going to you.

“Stop being a bitch, she came for you.” He was definitely high. “You don't know that. What if she only came to wish mom a happy birthday?” Scott replies, his eyes still on you while you talk with his cousins. “Ohh, my God, Scott. If you don't go up to her now, you're gonna come take shots with me.” Sam slurred out a sentence.

“Okay, let's go. Which bott—” Sam rolled his eyes and dragged him by the wrist to you. “Hi, Y/n. Scotty has something to tell you, bye.” Sam said and walked away to go hangout with his other cousins that came over. The girls you hung out with laughed at their cousin for the way that he was so nervous. “Hi, Scotty.” You gave him a warm smile.

“Hi, Angel..” He muttered, blushing. This made the girls tease him by saying “Aww!” in unison. He glared at them, making him giggle and stay quiet after that. “Didn't think you were coming over..” He looked back at you. “You missed me, so why wouldn’t I be here?” You stand up and take his hand. “Come on, let's go catch up.” You tell him, glancing over to the girls who were smiling at you two.

“Why didn't you come over?” He asked while leading you to the very back where only very few people were. You both sat down on a lawn chair, next to each other. “I dunno. There's no reason. I just didn't come over, I guess.” You smiled, using his phrase.

He caught that and it made him smile, looking down at his lap. “I guess, huh?” He replied, to which you nodded. From there, more conversations sprung out. You laughed, gossiped, and a whole bunch of other things. You two eventually got in a group with all his cousins.. which were at least 12 other people. 9 boys, and 3 girls. Sam was there, too, but he was too high to even be awkward with you after what happened.

Everyone played games like uno, musical chairs, truth or dare, cards against humanity—someone even convinced the whole group to play twister. It was super fun. Sam and Scott were the last 2 to go after the last chair in musical chairs. Sam won.. only cause he literally shoved Scott away to the couch so he wouldn't get the chair.

Truth or dare? Jerry, one of the cousins, had to drink 5 shots without stopping. Alicia won 2 rounds of uno in a row. Scott fell on top of you while playing twister. You could probably imagine how cards against humanity went.

It was time to sing happy birthday to Robin. The boys and their dad were next to her while singing happy birthday. Sam had the brilliant idea of shoving his moms face in the cake. Good thing she did it back. Even better that they had a whole extra cake..

Everyone laughed at Sam. Scott was laughing the hardest.. and you could guess what happened. His mom shoved his face in the cake, too. Pictures and videos were taken of everything happening.

The twins went upstairs to clean themselves up while everyone else returned to the living room to continue messing around. The night was great, but it had to come to an end. Little by little, people left, making the group smaller until everyone was gone. Sam was in his room, and you went to Scotts with him. He was babbling to you about a bunch of things, and you listened to it all.

Things went quiet for a little bit. It wasn't awkward, though. You broke the silence eventually. “Scott, there's something I need to ask.” “yeah?”

“Do you still have feelings for me?” You mumbled. What a stupid question. Scott chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Y/n, i'm never gonna get over you whether you like it or not. I'm sorry, it's just.. something about you is so irresistible. But like I said, its okay that you don't like me back. We're friends, and that's all that matters.”

“Well, about that.. I actually do like you. Scott, I've always liked you back. I just wasn't ready for a relationship. But.. I wanna give it a chance now.” You tell him, looking down at the floor. This is big news for Scott. His heartbeat sped up, his palms got a little sweaty.. he felt like a 14 year old, shy kid all over again. “Y/n, this isn't funny. Don't mess with me like that.” He looked you in the eye.

“It's not a joke, Scott. I wanna be your girlfriend.” You hold eye contact. It takes him a couple of seconds to react to what you just said. He was just staring at you before cracking a smile. “Well, okay then. You're my girlfriend now, I guess.”

“I guess so.” You smiled back and held his hand. “Are you really sure, though? You're not just saying this cause you feel bad? Or because you're bored and wanna do something different with your life..” Poor boy.

“Scott, I wanna be your girlfriend because I realized that you're the only guy who actually wanted to stay friends with me after I rejected you. You weren't awkward, you didn't kick me out of your house, your attitude didnt change—you stayed my friend. You're genuinely the sweetest guy I've ever met.”

All of that makes him smile. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Good.” You say quietly, your eyes flickering to his lips. He does the same, except he actually started leaning in for a kiss. You smile a little bit, closing your eyes, and sealing the kiss.

It was sweet and slow. Scott's always been a great kisser. You have to admit it. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, as did his to yours. He sucked on your tongue and bottom lip—along with softly biting it. The kiss got really heated cause you ended up on top of him again. Everything that happened last time happened again, except this time you went a little further.

His door was locked, blinds shut, the room was literally only lit with candles! The orange hue making Scotts face look so pretty. Perfect setting.

You didn't have sex at first—but did everything else. First, you rolled your hips on his clothless cock while your panties were still on so he could get hard. At first, he was being your little submissive bitch. Moaning and whimpering quietly since his brother and parents were home. His pink, plump lips being bitten by his teeth, trying his best to keep quiet. His hand grabbing onto your bare tit.

“So, so pretty, baby. Makin’ me feel so good..” He panted. He was so desperate to cum right now, so he pushed the front of your panties to the side and started thrusting his dick into your clit. Your clit was so puffy and red, it made him feel so good. So good that he had to cover his mouth with his other hand because he was moaning so much. Once he was close to cumming, that whole sub act was over. He grasped your hips tightly and started thrusting harder into you. Moans replaced with Grunts. He was hot when he was needy, but this.. damn.

You came in your panties, but some of that relief went into your clit, making Scott smirk and let out an “Mhm, yeah, angel? came for me already? so wet.” He eventually came all over your clit with a groan. “Lay down.”

The second thing he did was eat you out. He stuffed your own panties into your mouth as a gag to quiet you down. “mhm, mhm.” he mumbled over and over again while he tongue fucked you. He made you cum so quick eith his tongue, but that wasnt the end of it. He used his fingers as well. Needless to say, he was honestly doing a better job than Sam.. but you didn't think about it so much because thinking of his brother in this moment is not okay.

He moaned into your clit while his fingers curled in you. He was being sweet right now. Kissing your clit all over, occasionally sucking on it.. he was so pussy drunk.

Third thing that happened was you sucking his dick. He was in between sub and dom in that moment. Letting out whines but choking you on his cock while his legs shaked. Sucking the tip and stroking the rest really got him cumming quick.

Lastly, he didnt wanna be the last one to cum. So he sat you on his lap again and finally gave in. He stuck his cock in you with your hand covering his mouth because he was whimpering and moaning again. Muffled cries and babbling.

“Mmph—you're so tight.”

“pleasepleaseplease”

“yesyesyes, ride me like that, baby. cum all over my dick, please..”

He lasted 10 minutes before cumming in you. you were okay with that. you'd pick up a plan b or something later on. It was crazy that nobody caught you because Scotts bed was squeaking, and his headboard was softly hitting the wall.

He didn't let you go. He made you stay overnight. “Not letting my girl leave like that after I fucked her..” he smirked into your neck. “gotta take care of my baby.” You never expected him to be so good at this. You didn't even know he wasn't a virgin before this. But, hey, how could you be mad at him? He tried so badly to get over you, so he had to date a couple girls and fuck 2 of them to try and forget about you.. but he couldn't.

Morning rolled in, and Scott was up before you were. When you woke up, he was on his phone, sitting on his gaming chair. “Morning, pretty.” He smiled once he noticed you were up. “Went over to your house to pick up clean clothes and your shower stuff.” What a sweetheart.

You got up, naked.. He took a good look, then looked at your face. “Wanna give me a kiss before you shower?” He asks. You rolled your eyes and did what he suggested, and of course, he had to hold onto your tits while you kissed him.

After your shower, you go down for breakfast with his family. It was actually normal. No one suspected a thing. Not even Sam. They didn't even know you slept over. They thought you just got there really early before anyone else came out of their room.

After breakfast, Scott and you went out to the mall to hang out. You posted a photo of him sipping on some soda with a cutesy song in the background. A lot of your friends replied with things like “finally” or “y/n single era over” and a bunch of dumb stuff like that.

Your date with him went great. It ended with him leaving you at your door and kissing before he let you go for the night.

okay yay we're done with part 3 😜

i wanna thank @lunalitva for giving me the idea of reader letting herself fall for scott. that wasn't the whole idea they gave me, though. the second part of it will be in part 4. 💞

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do you think scott would be into dry humping??

YES DEFIOHHHMY

Scotty loves being touchy with you. He especially loves it when you're touchy with him. His dick is so sensitive, the slightest touch you leave on it turns him on.

He’ll let out a little groan, biting his lip slightly with furrowed brows SO CUTTEE like!! He's just really into you touching him. Guys lets be honest Scotty would love when you're being a tease.. so much that he'd probably prefer dry humping over pnv (sometimes) because its just so hot to him and he loves to make a mess on your panties :3

small, whiny whimpers and broken moans coming from his pretty plump lips once you start to grind on his clothless dick while you still have your lacy underwear on.

“yeah, like that.. do it, baby, make me cum all over those panties,” he'd choke out a few whines in between all that.

One time his tip accidentally slipped into your clit and he came with that. Feeling your puffy, wet clit was enough for him to let out a shaky moan and cum all over you and your underwear.. MMMM I LOVE ME SUM SUB SCOTT 😆😆

#scott barringer x reader #scott barringer smut #scott barringer #scott barringer x you #scott barringer imagine #higher ground #hayden christensen #sub!scottbarringer

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ysrjune · 25 days

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Scott Barringer and Sam Monroe but they’re twins..

includes; both boys like you, but one lets it be known and the other one’s pissed at himself for even liking you LOL.

I'm pretty sure people have wrote down things for this already but 😈.. im gonna go crazy with this OHMYY

okay so this is just a couple ideas im putting down cause I think im gonna make this a whole fic, who knows. I'm on springbreak for a whole week, so I have the time but who knows.. anyway!

Scott and Sam Monroe moved in next door to your house when you were 13. They looked a little older, atleast 15. Right away you could tell they were twins because Sam didn't have his hair dyed at the time, so it was easier to see the resemblance.

Even though they looked alike, they didn't dress alike. Scott’s outfits consisted of flannels, t-shirts, and mostly levi jeans while Sam would wear baggy jeans, sometimes shorts, and a lot of band t’s. Not to even mention that the colors they wore were so different. Sam would often wear dark clothing while his brother wore all kinds of colored clothing.

Sam got his first piercings a few months after you first saw him. They were on his ear, so it didn't really change much until he got his labret a year after. His parents were so pissed—his father would often say, “Get that thumb tack out of your chin.” Dont even get him started on the eye-makeup either..

Scott’s appearance didn't change much over the years. The only thing that changed a little was his attitude. He started becoming so whiny and complained about almost everything.. just like Sam. Thats one way that they're alike besides their looks. Those boys bonded over whining about everything.

Scott started liking you way before Sam did since he would actually hangout with you a couple weeks after he moved in. Your mom and dad wanted to meet the neighbors, so the 4 of them had planned a dinner which went well. You and Scott hit if off while Sam was just kinda.. there. He didnt seem so bad, he chuckled at a couple of jokes the two of you made but he didn't say much.

Sam started liking you when you complimented his choice of style and his music taste. Literally no one had ever did that before, so you can imagine how nice that felt for him. But its not like he was happy about liking you. He knew Scott liked you way before he did, so he just felt pissed about his feelings. He tried so hard to ignore you, and was pretty good at it but that didnt keep him from giving you a small smile here and there and checking you out.

Scott liked you and made it kinds obvious. He didn't care though, he wasn't expecting you to like him back all that much and he was okay with that as long as you two remained friends. On your birthdays, hed buy you flowers—even on valentines day! he even got something for your mom. As much as he was okay with you probably not liking him back—he still tried.

HOORAY DONE WITH THIS

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ysrjune · 18 days

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Ur dating sam and Scott, they have a fetish for your tits

(IM SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING THIS SUPER LATE!!) ((sam and scott are friends in this, not twins!))

Scotts' thumb brushed across one of your nipples, smirking to himself. “Your so pretty, baby, you know that?” He asked you and made eye contact. “Mhm, you tell me every day..”

“S’ not just him who tells you that every day.” Sam rolled his eyes from across the room, trying to find something. Sam sometimes got jealous when Scott would make you a hot mess before he could. “I know he's not, Sam. It's okay, I know you tell me that, too.” You snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He was kind of in a mood right now. He hasn’t been able to find one of his rings for days, and it really irritated him. That was one of his favorite rings! “Fuck! I can't find this dumbass ring!” He complained, returning to the bed, barley noticing that your tits were out. Sam stood there, staring for a few seconds before holding one of your breasts.

“Gotta admit, you have the prettiest ones I've ever seen.” He admired, giving a little squeeze. “Just wanna fuck them anytime I see ‘em.” He said and was quick to attach his mouth. This action made you gasp just a little bit. “You like that, pretty girl? Like it when he sucks on you like that?” Scott whispered into your ear and planted small kisses along your jaw. You let out a small noise of agreement to him.

“Yeah, but.. feels better when both of you do it.” Sam looked up at you, then Scott. “Well, all we want is to make our baby feel good.” Scott nodded his head and gave you a peck on the lips before taking your other tit in his mouth. The feeling of both their tongues swirling and sucking on your tits felt so fucking good. “Fuck, baby. I need you. Need to fuck your tits.” Sam mumbled against your chest.

“But, Scott—”, “Its okay, I'll wait.” Scott looked up at you with a little smile to let you know he was okay with it. Soon, you were on your back, Sam on top of you, thrusting in and out of your tits. He recorded it, too.. “Yeah, hold them like that. From the sides, baby, you know how to do it.” He moaned, his dick twitching in between in your breasts. “Im gonna cum!” He whimpered, thrusting a little faster until he came on your neck, a little falling on your chin.

“Did such a good job for me, baby.” He turned the camera off and bent down to kiss you. Scott had been patiently waiting with his dick throbbing in his pants. He was such a good boy, following what you told him a couple weeks ago.

“If I'm doing something with Sam and you're in the room, I want you to be patient. Don't even think of touching yourself or I won't even let you cum.”

But now, it was Scotts' turn. You went on your knees while he sat on the edge of the bed, kneading your tits. “Mm, so cute when you do this, baby. Lookin’ so good on your knees.” He winked and slid himself in between. He had let out a little whine when he did, and it was.. hot.

He started at a medium pace, watching the tip appear, then dissappear with every thrust. “So needy, aren't you, Scotty?” He moaned, nodding his head, hands gripping the sheets. “Fuck—mm.. feel so good, baby!” He let out one of those ‘uh’ kinds of moans, making you so wet. “Yeah? Feel good, dont you.” He choked out a sigh that was really just a breathy moan. Scott loved when you talked him through it. It was such a turn on.

He didn't even know he liked it before dating you. It was always him talking girls through things, but since you did it the first time, he realized why those girls liked it so much. It was nice having someone ask you if you like what they're doing to you or saying you're doing good.

He bit his lip, moaning and whining like a bitch. “Im—im gonna cum. Can—” You already knew what he wanted. He wanted you to suck him off until he came. So, of course, you did it. Poor boy has been waiting to cum since last week. He's so much needier than Sam and will not! touch himself unless you let him. He was too shy to ask you over the phone, so he waited until you were able to come over.

Sucking him off for a couple of seconds, did it. He held onto your hair and came into your mouth, thrusting deeper into your throat. He panted and watched you swallow all of it. “Good girl.” He patted your cheek.

Sam was watching the whole thing like Scott did with you and him. “Think its time we fuck you now, huh, princess?”

Oh this is gonna be fun..

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ysrjune · 20 days

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Tell Me What You Want

paring - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

part 4! of tell me what you want

The next couple of weeks with Scott as your new boyfriend was great. He took you out on dates, went over to your house for a change, and sometimes he'd just walk around the neighborhood with you like always. Not a lot about him changed after you started dating him. He was still playful and little jokingly mean. You liked that. You liked that he didn't stop being playfully.

Who would have guessed you were the one who was gonna be more clingy, too. Always holding his hand everywhere you went, stealing kisses and just being super touchy in general. He never minded it, though. This was all he ever wanted.

On Wednesday night, he had invited you to go to the beach with Sam, his parents, and a few of his other family members on Friday. Of course you said yes! More time to spend with your boyfriend. So when the day rolled around, you packed all the things you needed. Sun—screen, a towel, a hairbrush, and other things you thought were necessary. All of these things were in a tote bag that your dad had bought you the last time you went to the beach.

Soon enough, you walked next door, knocking on the door. Scott's dad opened the door, greeting you with a hug, then sending you upstairs to his room. As soon as you entered, his eyes shifted from his phone to you. “Hi, angel,” He smiled and opened his arms for you to go give him a hug. You did what he wanted, smothering him in kisses as you hugged.

“Where's your bathing suit?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Underneath my clothes, silly. I wasn't gonna walk over here with just a bathing suit on.” “Makes sense.” He chuckled and kissed your shoulder, then got up to throw a couple of things into his own bag. “You got everything you need?” Scott asked, throwing a pair of boxers into his bag. “Mhm. I doubled checked just to be safe.”

“Finally using your common sense?” He picked at you, grinning to himself as he rummaged through a couple drawers to see if there's anything else he should bring along. “Yeah, sure.” You rolled your eyes and picked up his phone, unlocking it. You scrolled through his instagram feed, chrcking his story, and even looking at who he was texting. You've done it before and he doesn't care. He has nothing to hide.

Then, a text from Sam popped up. Your heart felt like it stopped for a second. The memories of what you did with him flooded your memory, and it made you feel all that guilt again. “Scott, your brother texted you..”

“What does he want?” He asked, putting on his shoes. “I don't know, I didn't read what he said.” You turned off the phone, looking at Scott. “Read what he said to me, yeah?” That made you even more nervous than you already were. “Okay,” you turned the phone back on and clicked Sam's message. For some reason, you thought it would be about you. The worst possible texts came to your mind. ‘is your dumb girlfriend here already?’, ‘why did you invite y/n? She's so fucking annoying’, ‘you already being her over enough, why does she have to tag along on a family thing.’

You were being so dramatic. All he said was “Share your sunscreen with me, I think I lost mine from last time” You read it to Scott. Your boyfriend finished tying his shoes and looked over at you. “Say no and then okay.” That was a dumb request, but that's the way Scott usually texts back when someone asks for a favor. He did it to you for years.. and still does.

Eventually, everyone got in the car. You were nervous about sitting in the middle because if you did, you'd sit next to both boys. So you asked Scott if you could sit in the end. He didn't think anything of it, so he said yes. The whole car ride, you were kinda quiet. You only talked when you were talked to. Sam spoke to Scott a little, too. But it was so damn weird. How could he act so normal? Was he not bothered about you being there after what happened? He even said hi to you when he got into the car. Maybe you were just over thinking it.

You two shared a couple of glances, but he didn't smile or anything. He didn't even give you a nasty look either. It was just a glance. It took almost an hour to get to the beach. The boys helped their dad and uncle unload the trunk once they got there, too.

The cousins that came were one boy and one girl. Luckily for you, you had met them at the birthday party. Their names were Jerry and Cassy. Jerry helped with the other guys after saying hi to you, leaving you with Cassy and the two moms. You chatted it up with Cassy while walking to the sand to find a spot to stay for the day. “Y/n, honey, how long until your next birthday?” Mrs. Monroe asked. “In a couple of months. I'll be turning 18.”

She nodded and told her sister the information. Maybe she was telling her about how you and Scott had a 2 year age gap. Enough of those boys, though! After picking a spot to put all your stuff down, you took your clothes off, putting them in your bag and going into the water with Cassy. Both of you splashed around and had a bunch of fun for almost an hour until Sam snuck behind Cassy and pushed her underwater.

After coming back up, she started messing with Sam. It was nice to see Sam being playful. You had never seen him like this. Along came Jerry and Scott. Scott pushed you underwater like Sam did to Cassy. For some reason, everyone decided to gang up on Scott.. then Sam. Dragging them underwater, splashing, and annoying them in general.

You were having so much fun. You forgot about the awkwardness with Sam. You even talked to him and went on his shoulders while Cassy was on Scotts. What you two girls didn't know was that the twins were gonna drop you on purpose. When they did, they spun around as fast as they could in the water, and then! dropped you. The adults went in for a while, too.

All of you went for a walk on the shallow part of the ocean, leaving the adults. Scott had his arm around you, and yours was around his waist. The sun was close to setting. The only request the adults made was that you guys would return to watch the sun go down all the way. So when the sky started turning pink and orange, everyone returned.

Sam cuddled up to his mom. Another new thing you learned about him.. he was a mama's boy. Despite being 19, he still liked cuddling up to his mom while she played with his hair. Scott had his back to you, holding onto your thighs while your arms wrapped around his waist.

It was a nice place to be in right now. Everyone laughing and speaking to each other. It gave a good vibe. Once the sun went all the way down, the guys started returning things to the cars. After changing back into your clothes and brushing your hair, you said bye to Cassy and her family and returned to your spot in the car.

“So, your aunt Isabella and uncle Leonard asked us to go to dinner with them tonight.” Scott’s dad started. “And we decided to go. We're gonna shower, get ready, and leave. Don't throw any parties while we're gone.” Their mom says with a smile on her face. “Y/n, feel free to stay over as long as you want.”

“Thank you,” you said politely, then other conversations took over the car. Scott looked down at you, rubbing his thigh across your thigh. “Did you have fun?” You look at him with a small smile and nod. “Mhm, lots. Hope we can hang out with Jerry and Cassy again. They're super funny.” Scott kissed your forehead, then adjusted himself to be able to reach your shoulder so he could lay on it.

The adults decided to leave everything in the car and take it out tomorrow since they wanted to be out of the house quickly. Sam was the first to leave the car since he wanted to shower and leave the house to go out with his friends. You went to your house to shower, too.

By the time you were done, Scott's parents and brother were gone. Movies were being binged, snacks were eaten, jokes were shared—it was a sweet moment. It had been a few weeks since you had sex with Scott, and you didn't wanna wait again. Your hand traveled to his crotch, rubbing up and down.

“What are you doin’..” he mumbled, looking at your hand. “Oh, nothing..” , “doesnt feel like nothing.” He smirked, pulling his sweats down to reveal he had no boxers on. His semi-hard cock against your hand. You wrapped your hand around his dick, stroking slowly. “Fuck.” He groaned, hands gripping his sheets. “Are we really doing this? Now?” He asked with his eyes closed, hips now starting to slowly roll into your hand. “What's wrong with right now?” You ask him, speeding up a little.

“Nothing.” He whimpered, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Don't stop, angel. Your hand feels so good.” He pants, sometimes twitching at times. Your finger ran from tip to base, making him moan softly. “please, please, please suck my dick, babe. please.” He begged, now looking at you with his pretty, blue eyes. How could you say no to him? Hes asking so nicely.

You go down onto your knees and immediately take his full length, making him shudder. “Careful, baby. Don't want you to hurt yourself.” How sweet. Things sped up, making him moan louder than he ever has. Now that no one was home, he could be as loud as he wanted. Hand pulling on your hair and sometimes gagging you on him.

“Yeah, like that, bitch.” Woah? He's never said anything like that before.. it was hot, though. “Fuck—get up here and sit on my face. now.” Yeah, you're wet. You pulled off of him, and he lay back. You took your pants and underwear off and sat in the middle of his chest, un-sure about this. He could feel you pooling on his chest, and it only made him hornier. “Did you fucking hear me? Hurry up.” He smacked your thigh, making you wince. You did what he asked.

His tongue hit all the right places. It felt so good. Especially when his fingers would nosingly travel to your clit, slowly fingering it. You involuntary started to ride his face, making him moan into your pussy. This continued for a little while until he had you in missionary. He slowly thrusted into you, telling you how much he loves you and how pretty you look underneath him.

Out of nowhere, he started being rough. Degrading you, mixing a little praise into it. He even smacked you when you wouldn't respond. “Answer me, or I'll stop.” Yeah, there was no way you were gonna let him stop. When you were close to cumming, he stopped. “You're not gonna get off that easyz sweetie. Gotta work for it. Set the pace yourself and fuck me how you want.”

You whined but did what he said. What you both didn't notice was that Sam came home early. He was in his room, listening to everything going on. He was so disturbed but knew if he opened his door, it would make a noise, and you'd know he was back. He was actually really mad. How could you fuck Scott so soon after fucking him? He groaned quietly and put his headphones on.

You two went on for 30 more minutes until finishing together. Scott cleaned you up and took good care of you. But the guilt came back. The way Scott was degrading reminded you of Sam. The whole next 2 hours you spent watching movies with him, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Scott.. I need to tell you something.” He looked at you, raising his eyebrows to let you know he was listening. “This isn't easy for me to say.. uh, look.” You sighed and adjusted yourself to face him properly. He was so damn confused but didnt say a word.

“So, I had a few reasons to not date you before.. but there was one big reason. It was cause..” You paused, heart beating fast. “What?” He furrowed his eyebrows. You took a deep breath and looked at him. “Its because I liked your brother, too.” This made Scott's whole face relax. But not in a good way. It was in one of those ways that someone was putting stuff together.

Sam was in his room, no longer listening to music. Obviously, he was listening in, but once he heard his name, he knew what you were doing. “stupid fucking—” he listened in, scared.

“And the day you got high with him and Chris.. yknow, when he stayed..” That was all Scott needed to know exactly what happened. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He furrowed his eyebrows again and stood from his bed. “You fucked my brother the day after you made out with me?! Y/n, you left hickeys all over my fucking neck and then you fucked my brother?!” He yelled. Sam hissed to himself. When Scott gets mad.. he really gets mad. He starts yelling and won't stop.

“Scott, I didn’t mean—”, “No! You did mean it. You could have said no! I know my brother—we're both guys. I've talked to him about sex before, y/n. I know he'd never take advantage of someone like that. So, I know damn well if you said no, he wouldn't have fucked you.” He kept yelling.

“And you decide to tell me this just now?! After we had sex for the second time? Whats your problem!” Sam decided he needed to go in there before Scott completely lost it. When you guys heard his door open, Scott immediately opened his door. “And you! How could you do this to me? You knew I liked her!” He pushed Sam to the wall. “Scott, calm down—I can explain.”

“Nah, dont worry. Your precious princess told me everything already. Tell me, Sam. You couldn't just leave and go have sex with one of those girls you always talk to instead?” Scott yelled, eyes starting to tear up. “You selfish fuck.” He shook his head and started walking down the stairs. “Scott, where the hell are you going?!” Sam followed him, leaving you in the room.

“Dont worry about it, just leave me alone.” He got to the door, but Sam was quick to slap his hand off of the handle. “Scott, come on! Lets talk about this!”

“What are we supposed to talk about?! How you betrayed me? How she betrayed me?!” He looked Sam up and down. “You're my brother, Samuel. You're supposed to have my back.” “Scott, come on. I have your back—I just. I was high! She didn't mean anything to me! She never really has! Barley even fuckin’ know her! Did I like her a little? Yeah, but I never wanted to act on anything because you liked her first! In love with her, even. Come on, man! ” He yelled back. You heard it. And you knew it was true.

“Being high isnt an excuse, Sam. Fuck. You.” He pointed to Sam's chest and left. You cried while all of this was happening. Seriously, what was wrong with you? This is all your fault. It was obvious that neither of them wanted you anymore. That's your own fault.

Sam came into the room, looking mad. “I told you not to say anything.” His voice was serious. “Y/n, do you think this is a game? What did you think was gonna happen? That he was gonna brush it off and forgive you?”

“I don't know, Sam! I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore! I felt bad!”, “Yeah?! Yeah, you feel bad?! Imagine how I feel! I betrayed my brother all because I couldn't keep my hands to myself.” He yelled, his eyes tearing up. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms. “Y/n, this isn't your fault. It's mine.” He mumbled. “I should have just left.” He was gonna say more, but Chris came rushing into the house.

“I heard yelling. What's going on?!” He looked at you, then Sam. “Why are you yelling at my sister, huh?” He pressed Sam, looking him in the eyes. “Chris, stop—Sam didnt do anything.” You quickly went to your brother, pushing him away. He looked down at you. “Wheres scott?” He questioned, looking around.

“I'll tell you later..” You grab him by the arm and go home.

Arriving at your house, Chris left you alone. You cried into your pillow. You had no idea where Scott went. He probably hates you now—and so does Sam.

This was all your fault.

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