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Peer Pressured - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - swearing, fluff, arguing

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disclaimer: third person POV again

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6:47pm Friday afternoon

“My parents would kill me, have you guys met my dad?” 14 year old Estrella tells her friends.

Her group of friends consisted of Hailey, Gavin, Jackson, Shay, and Shawn. They were currently in Shawn’s basement, all of them were vaping except for Ella, she loves her friends, but they aren’t the best for her, she knows that, but she just lets it happen. Shay and Shawn were the nice ones, the one that would never make Ella feel pressured, which may be the reason she has a slight crush on Shawn, and why Shay is her bestfriend but who’s really keepin’ track?

Ella was sat on the couch with Hailey and Shay, Hailey’s feet were on Ella as Ella was in the middle of the two, Shay had her feet on the coffee table.

Gavin and Shawn were on the other couch, while Jackson sat in a bean bag chair.

Her friend Hailey shakes her head, letting out a puff of smoke, “You’re parents are literally amazing they let you do whatever you want.”

Gavin nods his head in agreement, “Yeah, bro, your parents are like mad chill. Mine freak out over the littlest things.” He says, taking a hit from his vape.

“Nah, for real, especially your mom, El. You’re lucky.” Jackson says, his head leaning back and now looking up towards the ceiling.

Shay shakes her head, directing at Hailey, Gavin, and Jackson, “Yall needa’ shut up.” Shay then turns to Estrella. “You don’t gotta do it, girl. Your choice a hundred percent.” Shay says as she takes a hit from her rechargeable blueberry vape.

Shawn nods, silently agreeing with Shay.

Jackson goes into a coughing fit.

“Well if you do it, don’t be like this dumbass,” Hailey laughs, throwing her head back also to rest it on the arm of the couch.

Shawn slaps Jackson’s knee, “Yo, chill man, my mom’s is right upstairs, she bouta hear you hackin’ it up and ask what’s going on.” Shawn scoffs.

Gavin looks at Ella as Ella picks at her nails, “Estrella, why would you even come? I mean if you’re not gonna vape then what are you doing here?” He laughs, shaking his head as he hits his vape.

Ella gives him a dirty look, “Excuse me?”

Shay sits up, “Gavin, chill, you freak.” She insults.

Gavin laughs, “We thought you were cool, you used to be so fun. Remember when you used to get yelled at all the time? And now you’re miss goody two shoes, i mean, what happened to the good, fun, Ella?”

Ella suddenly feels small in this moment, she was only getting in trouble when her father was working too much.

Shawn stands up, pointing at Gavin, “You needa watch yourself, man. She ain’t even do nothin’.”

Gavin stands up also as they get in each others face, “That’s exactly my point, she’s being boring as shit.”

Shawn shoves Gavin harshly, “I said watch yourself!” He yells.

Hailey lets out an obnoxious laugh as she stands up, pulling out her phone. “Fight! Fight! Fight!” She chants.

At this point everyone is standing up.

“You guys all needa chill, like now.” Shay says, Ella grabbing onto her sweatshirt.

As Gavin goes to push Shawn back, Ella interrupts, “I’ll do it!” She says.

Everyone looks at her before Shawn speaks up, “Nah, you don’t gotta.”

Gavin smirks.

Ella shrugs, “It’s not even that bad, Gavin’s right. I used to be fun. Just let me get a hit from someone.” She says, putting her hand out.

Everyone looks down and stays silent, except for Gavin, he pulls out a green vape which meant it was mint.

“Here.” He says, giving it to her.

She takes a hit, as she releases the smoke she lets out a few coughs before feeling better, “Alright, pussies. Can we all sit down and chill?”

Everyone mutters a yeah before they all sit.

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7:49pm

Ella walks in her house, her vape hidden in her bra. The first thing she sees is Mailo on the couch playing Fortnite.

“I’m home!” She yells, taking her shoes off.

“No one cares.” Mailo, the twelve year old scoffs.

“I wasn’t talking to you, jerk.” She says, giving him a dirty look.

“I’m in the kitchen, sweetheart!” Y/n yells back.

Ella walks into the kitchen to see her mom cutting up some fruit.

“What are you doing?” Ella asks, walking over and sticking a piece of watermelon in her mouth.

“We are having a meeting for work tomorrow, so i figured i would be nice and cut up some fruit for everybody.” Y/n says, grabbing apples out of the fridge.

Ella goes to grab another piece before Y/n smacks her hand away, starting to cut the apples. “Where’s dad?” Ella asks, taking a piece of watermelon anyway.

“In the shower, he should be out now…” Y/n trails off.

“Yeah, i’m out.” Matt says, walking into the kitchen with his hair wet, his shirt off and sweatpants on.

“Hey, baby, how was your friend’s house?” He asks Ella, kissing the top of her head.

Ella pauses for a moment, “It was fun.”

Matt goes to reach for a piece of watermelon, getting smacked in the hand by Y/n.

“Ow..” He mutters, “Yeah, what’d you do?” He turns his attention back to Ella.

Ella hesitates as her face goes pale, “We hung out, dad. There’s nothing to it.” She snaps.

Matt’s eyes widen slightly, “Okay, i was just asking.” He puts his hands up in defense before him and Ella at the same time go for another piece of watermelon.

“Will you two stop!? If i cut you some will you leave me alone!?” Y/n asks.

Matt and Ella both nod their heads with a cheeky smile on their faces.

“Mom! Cut me some too!” Mailo yells from the living room.

Matt and Ella both laugh as Y/n tries to hide her smile, “What is wrong with this family?” She sighs, going to the fridge to get more watermelon.

Matt and Ella sneaking more pieces.

Y/n turns around and comes back with the watermelon, seeing that her watermelon pieces that she cut up already were gone.

“Seriously?!”

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9:42pm

Y/n walks into Mailo’s room, knocking before she opens the door, “Night, Mailo.” She smiles at him, just sticking her head in.

“Night, mom.” He says, watching something on the TV.

Y/n smiles and walks out of the room, walking to Ella’s room and knocking before opening the door, when Y/n peaks in she sees Ella readjusting herself, putting something behind her back, but she doesn’t say anything.

“You okay?” Y/n asks.

Ella nods, her lips staying closed.

“Alright, night, sweetheart.” Y/n smiles.

Ella smiles back as Y/n leaves the room, shutting the door.

What Y/n didn’t know is that the moment she left Ella let out a puff of smoke from her lips, the thing she put behind her was the green mint vape.

Ella takes a couple more puffs, she’s not addicted, she told herself. I meant there’s no way if i just started, right?

In the middle of a puff, the worst of the worst happens, Matt walks in.

Matt’s smile he had plastered on his face drops slightly, “What are you doing?” He asks, soft tone to his voice.

Ella has smoke in her mouth as she hides the vape under her thigh, she shakes her head as her face starts to turn red from holding in the smoke.

“What’s the matter?” Matt asks, walking in her room now.

Ella shakes her head again, begging silently for her father to leave.

“Ella, are you-”

Finally Ella coughs, smoke releasing from her mouth, very visibly, Matt watching as this happens.

“What the hell was that!?” Matt snaps.

Ella coughs consistently, leaning over to grab water on her nightstand but as she goes so the vape slips from underneath her thigh and onto the floor.

“Ella, what the fuck?!” Matt yells.

Y/n rushes in the room immediately when she hears Matt’s yell.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you yelling?” Y/n asks as Matt picks up the vape from the ground.

As Ella recovers from her coughing fit she yells out, “Dad! Wa-”

His face red with anger, “Our daughter is smoking! Did you know about this?!” Matt asks Y/n.

Y/n shakes her head, putting her hand on her own chest as she feels heart broken, partly because her daughter is doing this but partly because her daughter didn’t tell her.

“Ella, seriously?” Y/n lets out a disappointed sigh, shaking her head as she rubs her forehead.

Ella gets out of bed, “This was the first time i prom-”

Matt cuts her off, “Yeah and your last time, your last time for everything, you’re grounded, your phones getting taken, no TV, no nothing, you are-”

“Dad!” Ella yells as she tears up.

Y/n puts her hand on Matt’s shoulder, “Okay, Matt, i think we should all take a breath-”

“Yeah, not a hit of a vape.” Matt snarks, him rubbing his stubble.

Y/n starts to bring him out of the room, “Now, you’re being ridiculous, and i think you should go calm down before you say another word.” Y/n says, holding onto Matt softly.

Matt looks at her, tilting his head slightly, “But-”

“Now. Please.” Y/n pleads. Matt looks at her and sighs before nodding, walking to their bedroom.

Mailo comes out of his room, “Is everything okay?” He asks his mom, looking at Ella’s bedroom door before Y/n’s and Matt’s bedroom door.

Y/n smiles, “Everything’s fine, you’re fathers upset. Go to your room, sweetie.” Y/n says softly, kissing his forehead.

Mailo nods and goes back to his room.

Y/n walks into Ella’s room, shutting the door behind her as Ella was sitting on her bed crisscross apple sauce, sobbing in her hands.

Y/n climbs on the bed with Ella and wraps her arms around her.

Ella wraps her arms around her mother and sobs into her chest, “I’m sorry!” She sobs out, it was heartbreaking.

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m not mad, i’m not disappointed, i love you so much. I don’t care what you do. I just wish you would’ve came to me first. I’ll always have your back, El. Through the good and the bad, for the better or the worst, i’m here, baby, i’m here.” Y/n says, kissing Ella’s forehead.

Ella cries for about 5 minutes more before she starts to talk again, her head still on Y/n’s chest. “I didn’t want to, mommy.” Ella whispers.

“I promise, i didn’t want to b-but then Gavin started saying i wasn’t cool and everyone else was just doing it so i figured why not, and then he gave me one to take home, so that’s why i have it.” Ella explains.

Y/n nods, running her fingers through Ella’s hair, “Okay, okay. You were peer pressured, baby. And that’s not okay but that’s not your fault, you said no and then they insisted, that’s totally not your fault.”

Ella sniffles, “I’m sorry.”

“Look at me, Estrella Leylani.” Y/n uses her daughter’s middle name.

Ella looks up at her mother, “Stop apologizing. Okay, you’re good.” Y/n says.

Ella shakes her head, “Dad hates me. He was so mad and disappointed. He doesn’t love me.” She tears up again.

“No, baby, no. Not at all. He does. I’m gonna go talk to him and then he’ll talk to you. I’ll calm him down, alright?” Y/n asks, Ella nods.

Y/n smiles, kissing her daughter’s forehead one more time before walking out of the room and into her and Matt’s room.

Matt looks up, he was pacing around the room, him biting his nails.

He wipes his hands on his pants, “Why would she not say anything? i mean, what has gotten into her? There’s no-”

Y/n grabs Matt’s hand and stops him from pacing, “Matt, baby. Listen to me. For a second, slow down.” Y/n says softly.

Matt takes a breath and looks at her, standing still now.

Y/n let’s out a breath, “She was peer pressured, some kid told her she wasn’t cool because she didn’t vape and everyone was so it just happened.” Y/n explains.

Matt’s angry expression drops, “But- she- why- who would even-”

“So, you can go and talk to her, but seriously, lose all the negativity you have because right now she thinks you don’t love her, and she’s really fucking upset.” Y/n tells him.

Matt lets out a shaky breath, “Okay, but i do love her, so much, she’s my baby.” Matt says in a quiet tone.

Y/n nods, bringing her hands up to his cheeks, rubbing back and forth on his stubble, “I know that, she knows that. But she’s not really feeling much of the love, Matt. You scared her, you swore at her.”

Matt scoffs, “I was just mad-”

“I know, baby. I know. So, go and talk to her. She needs you, i know she does.” Y/n says, putting a sad smile on her face.

Matt nods, leaning down and kissing Y/n softly. “Okay, i love you.” He says, resting his forehead on hers for a second.

“I love you too.” Y/n whispers before Matt leaves the room.

Matt slowly walks into Ella’s room, seeing her on her bed, picking at her fingers as she sits up, sniffles coming from her.

“Ella?” Matt says softly.

She looks up, noticing him now. “Daddy? i’m so sorry.” She sobs.

Matt shakes his head and comes over to her, embracing her in a big hug. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped. I should’ve asked you why, i love you, i’m not mad at you, baby. I’ll never be mad at you and i’ll always love you.” Matt rants.

“I didn’t want to!” Ella sobs into his neck.

Matt tears up, “I know, my love. I know. And i’m sorry i swore at you, i didn’t mean it, your mother and i love you so much and we just want the best for you, okay? We good now?” Matt pulls away to look at Ella, wiping her tears with his thumbs, his hands staying on her cheeks.

She nods and sniffles, Matt places a kiss in the middle of her forehead before hugging her again.

Y/n walks in the room and joins the hug, “Mailo!” Y/n yells.

“What?!” He groans from his room.

“Get in here, buddy!” Matt yells as they all continue to hug.

Mailo then comes in the room, “I’m not joining that.” He says shaking his head in disgust, talking about the hug.

Matt scoffs playfully before pulling away from the hug, going and picking up Mailo and throwing him on Ella’s bed as Y/n and Ella laugh.

“Dad!” Mailo groans as they all hug each other.

Safe to say after this Ella stopped smoking, continued to stay friends with Shay and Shawn but dropped Gavin, Jackson, and Hailey.

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alright i’m done for tonight i hope you guys liked this long fic

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illubean · 4 months

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Can u write reactions for leorio, kurapika, and illumi, if they received flowers from crush!reader?

Receiving Flowers From Their Crush

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

mueheheheh

Warnings: none

Kurapika Kurta

Tulips- perfect and deep love

Kurapika's backstory led him to feel certain emotions much deeper than many others

but somehow, you had fallen deeply in love with him

he gets flustered at the thought of receiving something this meaningful from someone as perfect as you

if you leave them somewhere for him he's gonna be like "for me??? nah probably a mistake"

but if he asks you about them or you give them to him personally

he's on the verge of spontaneously combusting

you can see a blush creeping from under his shirt and up his neck to the rest of his face

"o-oh... thank you"

he hides his face behind the back of his hand with the other one holding the flowers you'd just given him close to his chest

and if you confess then and there his blush will deepen as he gives you a nod in response

he probably hangs them upside down in his room so they'd dry and preserve themselves nicely and he'd never have to get rid of such a sentimental token of love from you <3

Leorio Paladaknight

Carnations- devotion, love and fascination

Leorio really is a one of a kind guy

he's caring, funny and has a drive to help others that most people don't

so needless to say, beeing fascinated with him came naturally

after you present him with these flowers he actually flips his shit

bro jumps around for joy, clicks his heels and does a fist pump with a loud "YES!!"

he's just so giddy around you

he picks you up in a tight bear hug with a "This mean's we're partners now right!?"

he's so happy and excited that he can't even ask you properly but its ok

you said yes anyways <3

even though you would take things one step at a time, you were willing to devote yourself to this man whenever he may ask

Illumi Zoldyck

Lisianthus- lifelong love

Illumi isn't one for casual relationships

so him having a crush on you means he's looking to be with you for life

he probably questions why you got him flowers "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

he has no clue what to do with them tbh

they'd just sit on his desk or bedside table until they wither away

that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the gesture though

he may be expressionless and closed off but he's not completely unaware when it comes to feelings

he'd take the flowers and just claim you as his

you're giving him stuff, it means you're together now

"I'm going to make you my spouse"

he gets a lil possessive but you don't mind

because you're the one who wanted a lifelong love with him to begin with

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writing-blog-iguess · 11 months

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Online Matchup

Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.

warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing

word count: 3072

a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.

ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Inspired by this:

September 19

You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!

Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday

Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?

Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way

Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you

Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first

Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons

Y/N: So you're a fighter?

Jason Nope This isn’t how it works

y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this

Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe

y/n: …….

Jason: Oh shit you do?!

y/n: I plead the fifth

Jason: You just got a little more interesting

y/n: I’m going home

Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life

y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me

Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?

Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?

Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam

y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know

Jason: Nightwing

Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.

Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?

Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming

Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan

y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’

Jason: You think this will go that far?

Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?

Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?

Y/N: You skipped red hood

Jason: Saving him for last

Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness

Jason: There’s no way you know that

Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.

Jason: How do you know that?

Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day

Jason: Shit day?

Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that

Jason: You in school?

Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end

Jason: Not a fan?

Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?

Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals

Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?

Jason: We’re still on RR

Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it

Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?

Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal

Jason: Robin

Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me

Jason: Why?

Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it

Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?

Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him

Jason: Do you know what that is?

Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands

Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here

Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me

Jason: But we’ve only just met

Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt

Jason: Aw come on, little bird

Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours

Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?

Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?

Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?

Y/n: Yup

Jason: Even with RH?

Y/n: … He’s different

Jason: How so?

Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh

Jason: Should I be scared?

Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried

Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?

Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t

Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?

Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?

Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face

Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask

Jason: You really are something else

Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand

Jason: Who said anything about ending this?

Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want

Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day

Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you

Jason: Thought it out huh

Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?

Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?

Y/N: Favourite colour?

Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple

Y/N: Answer the question Jason

Jason: Green

Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?

Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones

Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please

Jason: Chili dogs

Y/N: Those things are gross

Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places

Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so

Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places

Y/N: That right?

Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?

Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?

Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while

Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story

Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it

YN: Damnit

Jason: Sorry little bird

Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir

Jason: It has happened to people

Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it

Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story

Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person

Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush

Y/N: No You got nothing on RH

Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird

Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?

Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered

Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all

Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?

Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school

Jason: Any other reason?

Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved

Jason: But why Gotham?

Y/N: Gotham intrigues me

Jason: You’re so weird

Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?

Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life

Y/N: Not a great relationship?

Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?

Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little

Jason: Gonna change the world?

Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp

Jason: Please tell me your joking

Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews

Jason: jumped the gun a bit

Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out

Jason: Why don’t you quit now?

Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs

Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for

Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours

Jason: How’s working there anyways?

Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better

Jason: But you don’t like it there?

Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess

Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?

Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe

Jason: Must of been some fight

Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?

Jason: You can’t be weird about it

Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued

Jason: You’re making it weird

Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird

Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?

Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Jason: I hate you

Y/N: Okay

Jason: I do

Y/N: You’re deflecting

Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad

Y/N: Cool

Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?

Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd

Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love

Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that

Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?

Y/N And if I do?

Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time

Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?

Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is

Y/N I told you they were coming

Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic

Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself

Jason Can’t do positive attention

Y/N Eh

Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms

Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying

Jason In his own Bruce way yeah

Y/N Are you?

Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?

Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best

Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?

Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion

Jason That is true So then what?

Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk

Jason Wow Sorry

Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing

Jason Processing what?

Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met

Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months

Y/N Months?! How many?

Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with

Y/N I shall take that as a complement

Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating

Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story

Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question

Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread

Jason How long did the doctors give him?

Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for

Jason Sorry about that

Y/N Yeah

Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it

Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes

Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets

Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show

Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help

Y/N How many do you have?

Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?

Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them

Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters

Y/N Big family

Jason Bruce likes to adopt

Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight

Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?

Y/N I would love to

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #my writing #this was purely for my entertainment #but enjoy #online match up

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— Unforgettable ( 3 )

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

contains: sooo much fluff, plot progression, a glimpse into reader and miles’ relationship, the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🤭, and another itty bitty plot twist

summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 3,254

a/n: i know y’all ain’t think i forgot about this series!!! but here’s a long chapter as an apology since i made y’all wait so long </3 also did i say an ‘itty bitty’ plot twist? cause i be lying. recap of part two is in small italics!

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“You had her approval as soon as you called her Mrs. Morales.”

Your head tilted in question, eyes panning to the ceiling in thought. “Isn’t that normal? Calling someone’s parent by their last name?”

A comfortable silence settled, just for a moment.

“You’d think so.” A smile curled Miles’ lips, the memory of when he’d introduced the first girl he’d ever liked to his parents flashing into his mind; his interest in tossing the ball paused momentarily as images from the past flooded his thoughts.

Wait… Why was he thinking about her?

. . .

“Miles?”

“Milesss?”

“Huh?” Miles blinked quickly as he brought himself back to the present, his slightly startled gaze landing on your puzzled expression.

“Earth to Morales?” Your tone leaked with a playfulness as you quirked a brow at him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Nah, sorry,” Miles cleared his throat, then scratched his forehead with a laugh he hoped didn’t sound too awkward. “Just spaced out for a sec. What’d you say?”

“I saiddd,” Laying on your stomach as your thumbs twiddled along the screen of your phone, you sent a quick text before you continued. “—It’s getting kinda late, and if I’m not home in the next thirty minutes my Grandma will alert the entire police force over my absence.” you chuckled, the perpetual buzzes of replies sounding from your phone only furthering your point.

“Oh— Yeah, you’re right. My bad, I didn’t even realize.” Miles stood and grabbed his coat from the hook off his closet door before he turned towards you with a warm grin.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

—

Miles had been staring at his ceiling ever since he got back home, headphones blasting music over his ears to drown out the inevitable. For what seemed like hours, and for what probably was, he was trapped in an endless rumination he didn’t want to be a part of.

The grace his weekend temporarily granted him had unfortunately come to an end, and before he knew it, there was a knock on his bedroom door that reminded him of the upcoming drive him and his dad had to make back to Visions.

—

“Dude, this is so stupid. My head is about to explode from all this thinking.” Clad in a wifebeater and plaid boxers as he laid on the top bunk, Miles whined out what had only been his hundredth complaint in the span of fifteen minutes.

“And I can’t find my bonnet!”

Miles’ voice was muffled by the fluff of his pillow, the same pillow that was clutched tightly and caged between his arms as an effort to cling onto the last bit of his sanity. Also the same pillow that’d gone flat nearly two months ago. How convenient.

He thought talking Ganke’s ear off about all his feelings would help sort through his thoughts, but it did the exact opposite. Miles’ feelings for you were growing, that was an undeniable fact, so he still couldn’t figure out why after an entire year, Gwen was still on his mind. Why couldn’t he just forget about her?

“I really like this girl, man. Like, really, really like her. Like, Sunflower ain’t got shit on this girl, like her.” Miles blinked, astonished at his own words as he carried on, “Like, I offered to walk her home instead of having my mom drive her, like her—“

“Bro— Bro. I get it,” Ganke interrupted.

“I didn’t even know I could feel like this for someone else!” Pulling himself into a seated position, Miles let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. “I mean, I even let her meet my parents. You know how I am about that!” He exclaimed, arms outstretched as if they would help him present his case better. Ganke, in fact, did not know how he was about that.

“That obviously means I’m over Gwen! Right?”

No answer.

“Right?”

“I dunno, dude! Now you see why I don’t even bother dealing with that kind’a junk. It’s confusing as hell. “ Ganke’s eyes darted from side to side as they tracked the video game on his PC’s monitor, tongue poking at his lip in intense concentration. His half-baked advice to Miles was as much as he could muster without losing focus on his Call of Duty mission. “That’s love for you, man.”

Miles’ eyes went wide and his heart began to race. “Woah woah woah— I ain’t say anything about love!” Technically, he did, just in different words.

With a weighted sigh the controller plunked out of Ganke’s hands and down onto the desk, ‘MISSION FAILED’ flashing in bold onto the screen.

“Alright, look,” Ganke spun around in his chair and glanced up at the top bunk. “If you like this girl as much as you say you do, why don’t you just go for it? What’s stopping you? A girl who’s not even here anymore?” he scoffed. “Quit dwelling on the past and look at what’s right in front of you. You know, someone who’s actually in this universe.”

Miles sat with pursed lips as he stared down at his open palms, treading in the water of his thoughts.

“You know what,” Head raising, he looked to his roommate with a newfound determination. “You’re right, Ganke. Starting tonight, I’m done thinking about the past.” Miles nodded.

“Great, now either let me get back to my mission in peace, or grab a damn controller and help me.”

Ganke was right. Gwen’s gone, and she wasn’t coming back. It’s not even possible.

Miles let the conclusion settle within him as he dug around in the junk drawer for the spare controller.

It’s time for him to move on.

—

As you relaxed on your back in the room you’d been in more times than you could even remember at this point, head idly bopping to an album by Tears for Fears, you thought back to the time before you knew Miles. And even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as you’d known yourself— maybe just caught up in the whirlwind of something new and exciting, or him in general— you couldn’t help but feel as if his presence had been missing from your life this entire time.

Spending the day with him had become as normal as breathing to you. His space had become your space (his words), and it rang true as you hummed along to the tune echoing from the record player on his desk.

“Help me to decide. Help me make the most of freedom, and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever…”

The song ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ wrapped you snug in a warm sense of nostalgia, it having been one of your favorites since middle school. And paired with being around your favorite person— you were sure you never wanted to leave this moment. You smiled to yourself at the upside down image you had of Miles as you let your head hang over the side of his bed, the beads on the ends of your braids clinking against his wooden floors when your head tilted with a new found query.

“Miles,”

He hummed, but it wasn’t the kind that sounded as if you’d interrupted him, or as if he were annoyed. It was the kind that let you know he was interested in whatever you wanted to tell him, and that you had his attention even if his eyes weren’t on you.

“Okay, bear with me here. And answer carefully, because this kind of decides the type of person you are and whether I’ll even speak to you afterwards.”

“Wait, what is it?” He quickly looked up at you—upside down you, at least— with concerned eyes and you struggled to hide your grin.

“What color do you think science is?”

“Are you serious?” He deadpanned.

Your brow raise was his answer.

“Green, obviously.”

“Interesting choice. Why green?”

Miles shrugged, “Cause of the environment. Plants are green. And when I think of plants, I think of photosynthesis. Photosynthesis, equals science. Therefore,” pen in hand, he made a ‘viola’ gesture. “Green.”

“Mm,” You scrunched your nose, eyes panning back to the ceiling. “I guess I can see that.”

“And math is blue.” He tacked on.

“Blue!?” You balked, flipping over onto your stomach so his face was right side-up now. “Math? Blue? Are you deadass?”

“As dead as ass can be.” Miles quipped with a snort and continued to scribble away at the page he’d been sketching on for the last half hour.

“History is blue, not math!” You scoffed.

“Alright Y/n, what other color would math be then?” He asked incredulously.

“Red, duh.”

“Red?” He repeated breathlessly. “Why would math be red?”

“Well,” you started, “Math makes me angry. And when I think about anger, I think about the color red, just like everybody else does. And I hate red, just like I hate math. Numbers and letters do not belong together, just like pineapple on pizza. Therefore,” you mimicked his previous gesture to the air with a confident grin. “Red.”

“Pineapple— Numbers… What?” Miles blinked at you with both disbelief and confusion, the corners of his mouth threatening to expose his amusement as they lifted. “That’s it? That’s your grand explanation?”

“Mm-hm.” You hummed proudly, chin perched in both your hands.

Miles shook his head as his smile finally made itself known, dimples and all the moment your lashes batted at him.

“Not gon’ lie to you, that sounded like a whole bunch’a bullshit.” He laughed at your fake offended expression.

One of Miles’ favorite things about you was how you always seemed to ramble about everything, and nothing at the same time. He thought it was adorable.

“Well, the math part I understand, I guess.” he shrugged. “But you can’t possibly hate the color red all that much.”

Your brows furrowed at him, “What makes you say that?”

“Cause,” Miles turned his sketchbook towards you, the drawing he’d been working on this entire time revealed to be a moment he’d caught of you, gazing up at his ceiling just the way you were a moment ago. “Look.”

You nearly felt your heart stop as you took in what was in front of you. All this time while you were in your own world, singing along to whatever song came and went, he’d been focused solely on you. You dragged your eyes up from the paper so they’d meet his, your calves swiftly tucking under your thighs when you rushed to sit up in a straighter position.

“I—Is that me?” You blabbed out before you could think.

“Nah, it’s Boo-Boo the fool.” Miles huffed out a laugh. “Yes, it’s you dummy.”

Gentle strokes of red to the thin paper framed your face and lips, the attention to detail he used brought your eyes to life on the page, and he’d even managed to capture the beads on the bottom of your braids, too.

“How the hell did you do that?”

He shrugged shyly and turned his artwork to face him once more, studying the page as if he hadn’t been doing just that all this time. His heart was beginning to race faster than he’d originally predicted, and he wondered if he should’ve shown you.

“It’s kind of muscle memory at this point.”

Miles heard the words that came out of his own mouth, and you did too, but it was like the both of you comprehended exactly what he’d said at the same time.

“Don’t—“ He tried, but it was too late, you were already gushing, and he was already blushing.

“Awwwww!”

“Please—“

“Milessss!” you teased, ignoring his plea.

“Stop it.” Flustered, he shielded a smile behind his hand and tried to look anywhere else but your face.

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

—

Things were beyond easy with Miles.

The two of you never ran out of things to talk about and he always matched your energy, as if he were the other half of you.

There were no awkward moments, or pressure towards the other about making a move, because deep down you both knew what this was, and that everything would fall into place with time.

It was apparent in the way he looked at you, in how perfectly you fit in his arms when he hugged you goodbye, and how you always relaxed in his embrace when he would hold onto you just a bit longer.

Your first date went perfectly. Well, not really, but that’s what made it even better.

An ominous ‘be ready in 20 mins’ text to your phone and about a half hour later, Miles popped up at your door, pink tulips in hand and a smile big enough to match his signature jacket.

The two of you decided to catch a movie after a short train ride to the theater, and he let you pick. Horror being one of your favorite genres, that’s what you went with, and like everything else that came with you, Miles agreed.

But just thirteen minutes in at one of the simplest jumpscares (if you could even call it one), Miles let out a scream belonging on one of the highest vocal registers your ears had ever heard, and it sent you into such an uncontrollable fit of laughter that you ended up accidentally spilling your fresh popcorn all over the floor.

Miles’ ego wasn’t nearly big enough for him to remain embarrassed once the tears started rolling from your eyes, and eventually, the laughter he tried to stifle made itself known to everyone sitting around you. And when you say everyone, you mean everyone.

It only took two minutes of you guys cackling and snorting before the both of you were asked to leave, and you had no idea how you made it out of the theater with how hard your stomachs were cramping.

—

Sure, the movie hadn’t gone quite as planned, but you didn’t mind and neither did he. As long as you both were in each other’s company, you wouldn’t mind watching paint dry.

The blue hue of the night had long enveloped the city, and as you and Miles sat up on the roof of his apartment, the dimmed fairy lights twinkling in the darkness from where they were strung across the perimeter, you made a mental note to study up on the movie you told your Grandma you were staying out late to see.

You leaned into Miles and rested your head on his shoulder, knees pulling to your chest as you exhaled softly.

“You cold?”

Far from it, actually.

A perpetual breeze prompted your bodies to curl into each other more, though goosebumps and chattering teeth were nowhere in sight, only fingers secretly inching closer and hearts growing fonder.

“I should be asking you, I’m wearing your jacket.” you joked.

“Nah,” he chuckled. “I’m alright.”

The silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to go home just yet and Miles wasn’t ready to say goodbye for the night, so you stayed.

This had become a new norm for the two of you, so much so that this was pretty much how all your hangouts ended. You’d stay just a little longer, and then he’d take you home. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but for some weird reason you always felt much safer when you were with Miles, like he’d be able to protect you if anything were to happen when the two of you were together.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever been in love before?”

Miles’ voice was quiet, nearly drowned out from the lively sounds of the city around you. You were surprised you even heard it.

You swallowed, and it took so much effort to form your lips around the simple word you answered with. “W-what?”

He cleared his throat as his posture straightened slightly. “Like, do you know what love is? Is what I mean...” He clarified quickly, mentally cursing himself for how badly he worded things, even if it’s what he meant. He didn’t even know if you felt the same.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, prompting his own to turn towards you, but you didn’t meet his eyes. You settled for toying with the sleeve of his jacket as your heart began to thrum a little faster.

Nibbling at the inside of your lip, you inhaled quietly before answering. “When they’re the first person your mind thinks of when you hear the word ‘love’. Or maybe when the thought of them gets you out of bed in the morning instead of your alarm clock. You know when you know, basically. That’s what I was taught, and I think it checks out.” you glanced over at him, and he felt like time stopped when your eyes locked.

“Do you?” you asked.

“H-Huh?” Miles was enthralled with how pretty you looked, and how your features were perfectly illuminated by the gentle glow of the city lights, so much so that he could hardly think straight.

Rolling your eyes and suppressing a giggle, you shook your head at him. “—Do you know what love is, dummy.”

“Not exactly— uh, I don’t think so, no.” Miles’ jaw tensed and his gaze met yours once more. The twinkle in your eyes temporarily dimming due to the fear of this all being in your head.

“Oh.” you murmured.

“But I think I know what it feels like.” He said softly.

“Really?”

Lips parting slightly for a shaky breath to pass, Miles nodded. “Positive.”

Your eyes fell down to his lips almost immediately, then lifted back up to see that his had done the same to yours.

“Well… What does it feel like?”

The question left your mouth long before you could’ve thought to stop it, yet regret was the last thing you felt. What you were feeling was something entirely different.

Your faces grew closer until your noses brushed against each others, a second spared as a chance for either of you to bail on what you both knew was bound to happen in a matter of time.

He leaned in and you let him— let your arms curl around his neck and his around your waist so your lips could meet faster. Let your lips move against each other’s because it felt right, because that’s what you knew love to be. Letting something happen because it felt right.

He felt right.

Miles pulled away, but barely, his breath warm against your lips. “Come to my parent’s party tomorrow?” He blurted.

Hands holding the back of his neck, you blinked yourself out of your daze, brows furrowed. “What?”

“My dad, they’re making him police captain. We’re celebrating tomorrow, here, and I want you to come.” Miles licked his lips. “Well I— I was gonna invite you anyway. But now I really want you to come. And I wanted you to come before this happened, obviously—“

“I’d love to.” You smiled, and let him pull you back into him the second you’d given your answer.

—

Miles remembered what it was like to be so head over heels in love with someone that it consumed him entirely. How it corrupted his days and fogged his mind with nothing but the thought of them, and he could feel himself slipping back into it again, but this time, with you. And if he were being honest, it kind of scared him, how quickly you’d claimed his heart.

But what he did know was that you liked him, and he liked you. He’ll admit, he didn’t expect his feelings for you to develop as fast as they did, for them to hit him as hard as they had. But he was past that now. Tomorrow was going to be special, and not just for his family, but for the two of you. He was finally going to take the leap he’d been too scared to make before tonight.

You were the perfect girl, that he was sure of. And who’d be dumb enough to not accept perfect when it was right in front of them?

He wanted this. He wanted you.

But any chance for another sensical thought was interrupted when the impossible happened.

‘Impossible’, being the multi-layered hexagonal portal that suddenly opened up on his ceiling, and the blonde-haired, gap-toothed girl he thought he’d never see again, appearing with it.

Bright and beaming down at him with a heart-halting grin, Miles felt his stomach drop as soon as she spoke.

“Miles!”

Shit.

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🤍𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.9k

genre/tropes: romance, friends to lovers

summary: dating is hard, but maybe what i was looking for was easier than breathing...

warnings: none <3 pure fluff

notes from bambi: i tried a new format, what do we think? no usage of y/n, lowercase intentional, just a cutesy chris fic

busy?

nah wsp

can i come over

yeah fs, thought you said you were busy tn?

i'll explain when i get there 😵‍💫

see u soon kid

-x-

“hey.” i let my bag sink onto the floor and threw myself across chris’s bed.

“bro what, get off me!”

i grinned into his now-rumpled comforter. “make me.”

he snorted and yanked the covers out from under me, sending my legs flying. giggling, i stretched out over the far corner of his mattress. “thanks for letting me come over.”

“no problem. what's goin’ on?” chris had already halfway shut his laptop screen, giving me his attention. the soft pants i had bought him for christmas hung loose around his legs, one of which was pulled up at the knee. in lieu of a shirt, the towel from his shower lay draped over his shoulders. chris’s hair, dark from the water he refused to blow-dry out, stuck to his forehead in a very unflattering pattern. i tried to tell myself that, anyway.

“i was supposed to go on a date tonight,” i answered, staring at the ceiling. covered in those glow in the dark stars and planets people used to buy for their kids, it reminded me of the day chris begged for help putting them up.

“what happened?” he asked quietly. his brows were set in a line measured by confusion and annoyance at the possible explanations.

“i got scared and ghosted him.”

“again?”

“i know.”

“you gotta quit that. these guys don't deserve it.”

“...i know.”

“why'd you get scared?” chris asked, putting his arms behind his head.

“because what if he wants me for sex and nothing else? what if he says he wants a relationship and pays the bill and opens the door for me and takes me home and tells me we don't have to do anything if i'm not comfortable and then of course we do something because i can't fucking help myself and then he got what he wanted and never speaks to me again?”

i realized then, that i was shouting in my head and nothing had come out. chris still looked at me expectantly, his head tilted.

“you look like a puppy,” i told him, grinning.

“what the fuck,” he said, shaking out and shoving back the hair that threatened to encroach upon his vision.

“i got scared because…” i sighed, not entirely sure how to articulate my thoughts in a way he would understand. “Because how would i know if any of it was real?”

“that's why i don't fuck with love, like, that romantic shit,” he offered helpfully.

i glared. “thank you, christopher.”

“using my full legal name is insane.”

“you deserved it.”

“whatever bro.” chris paused. “i feel like there's something else.”

“how do you mean?”

“something else bothering you.”

“it probably has something to do with my self-confidence,” i said. “sometimes i think i deserve…everything, and sometimes i think the opposite.”

chris’s chest rose and fell with a sigh. this wasn't the first time we’d discussed the matter.

i looked over at him and his eyes met mine. i did this occasionally, the staring. it was a way to connect without speaking, which was often difficult around him. chris broke first, after a few short but comforting seconds, dipping his head to the side and gesturing me over to sit next to him. as i scooted my way over, he opened up his laptop again.

“new merch?” i asked.

“yeah,” he murmured. “you wanna help design it?”

i took the device from him, amid quiet protests of death and torture, and began to very gently give my two cents.

“no one likes yellow chris. don't make any more yellow stuff ever again in your life.”

“I LIKE YELLOW??”

“too bad.”

we compromised on black with yellow accented font. he's such a baby sometimes.

-x-

i stayed for hours. chris let me make a shirt design, we put a show on in the background, and when i commandeered his laptop to play music, he got up to clean his room.

a few clothes on the floor does not a mess make, but chris hated things being out of place. something as small as a sock left unattended would poke the back of his brain all day.

sometimes he would mutter things under his breath, talking to himself or singing.

“an i got all the drugs in the world that you need…”

“hold this.” (he tossed a shirt at me)

holding up a pair of sweats, chris asked, “...clean?” i shook my head. “matt’s room,” he decided, and took off up the stairs.

“you hungry?” he asked when he came back, hair disheveled.

i wrinkled my nose. “not for fast food.”

“you wanna make something?”

“god yes.”

chris laughed and pulled me off the bed. “let's go make something.”

-x-

we went up the stairs and upon hitting the landing, saw nick and madi pretzeled up together on the couch. “oh hey,” nick said, pausing whatever was on the tv. “didn't know you were here.”

“i thought you had a date,” madi said around a yawn.

chris seemed to sense the situation, or maybe he was just hungry, but whatever the case, he jumped in. “we're makin’ dinner,” he announced with a grin.

“y’all still have pasta right?” i asked, making a beeline for the pantry and rifling through the shelves.

matt emerged from his cave, scrubbing his face with the back of his hands. “we should,” he grumbled, annoyed at the lack of sleep he was currently indulging in.

“thank you. where.”

he nudged me over and produced a bag of angel hair noodles out of nowhere. “right in front of your face.”

“matthew…i'm gonna kill you,” i replied with zero emotion.

he raised his eyebrows. “alright buddy. you makin’ enough for everybody?”

“don't see why not.” i turned my head and waved chris over. “we have water to boil.”

he saluted me and made his way into the kitchen, passing matt (making his way decidedly out of the kitchen).

“is the pot clean?”

“i think so.”

“can you get it?”

“yeah. you want the salt while i'm over here?”

“yes please.”

“tap water or filter water?”

i looked at him for a long moment.

“i'm gonna get the filtered,” he said, snickering.

shaking my head with a smile, i let the stove heat up and stepped back so he could pour the water in. the muscle in his forearm tensed, offsetting the weight of the heavy filter. matt had turned the softer lights on, so gentle shadows lay over chris like a threadbare blanket.

i stepped over and let my head rest on the side of his shoulder. his shirt smelled like him, he smelled like his bath soap and his cologne and the detergent matt used on his sheets, and his hair was dry and fluffy now because he hadn't brushed it and i could probably stay there forever-

“you okay?” he murmured.

“yeah.” backing off again, i slipped a smile on my face. “all good.”

“i think…it should be good,” chris said, scrunching his nose, fully concentrated on the precise water measurement.

i cut my eyes at him with mock concern. “it’s never that serious chris.”

“what if my pasta’s water content is important to me?”

“is it?” i put my hand on my hip, desperately fighting the smile that threatened to take over my features.

“...no. but what if it was?”

“i can't handle you anymore. when it boils will you put the noodles in?”

“noods,” he said in reply, as if that was in any way helpful or related.

“who's nudes?” Madi shot up from the couch, dark hair a mess. “your nudes??”

“no, not me, i-”

Nick’s face contorted in disgust. “someone sent you nudes?”

“no no, it’s-”

“did you ask for them?” matt asked. having been seated closest to the kitchen and therefore fully aware of the context, he was just instigating. again.

i glared at the back of his head. “you're stupid.”

“that's not a no.” i could feel his shit-eating grin.

“who’s naked?” nick wailed, halfway off the couch.

“nobody! chris just-”

“so you didn't get nudes,” madi asked tentatively, still sleepy.

i turned back to chris. “are you gonna help me at all?”

“who, me?”

rolling my eyes, i addressed the living room again. “listen, chris just shortened the word noodle, THAT’S IT.”

"oh. why didn't you just say that?" nick snarked.

madi had already burrowed into him for another nap. nick let their show play on, detangling her hair absentmindedly. i shook my head and smiled.

-x-

“i'm gonna go ahead and put the noodles in,” chris said, already breaking them.

“thanks. you wanna make sauce or use the stuff in the pantry?”

“ugh, what's in the pantry,” he said, “don't feel like making anything that intense.”

“mkay.” i pulled the door open and began to hunt. the sounds of the house washed over me - RuPaul’s Drag Race from the living room, chris stirring in the cracking noodles, and matt typing away on his laptop. i smiled again. this house, these people, their lives - it put me at ease.

“‘scuse me…” chris said from behind me. i jumped as he drew out his words and stretched his hand around my shoulders to pull a spice off the rack. he felt me startle, he must have, because chris looked down at me with curiosity. “i scare ya?”

“only a little bit,” i said, lying through my teeth. he put his arms around me and enclosed me in a hug. “i'm glad you're here.”

my hands took hold of the forearms crossing my chest and i leaned back into him. “thanks.”

i felt his lips against my neck, pulling into a smile. “i'm always happy when you're here.”

the sugar-sweetness made my teeth ache, and i leaned forward. He let go easily, just like he did everything else in life, and spiced the noodly water on the stove with gusto, letting dark flecks fall to the floor.

i love you.

he looked a mess with his hair unbrushed and his brows unkempt and his smile unguarded.

i love you.

chris, who always handled my heart with care.

i love you.

how many ways could he tell me he loved me before i believed him?

here goes nothing.

“chris?”

or perhaps everything.

“yes ma'am.”

JESUS FUCKING-

my ribs cracked, splintering bone shards into my thundering heart. i reached for his chin, letting my fingers fall atop his skin and ever so slightly pulling him toward me. when his eyes met mine i couldn't wait any longer. “do you love me?”

chris didn't miss a beat. “of course i do.” he pressed his cheek into my hand, his head tilted adorably.

“no i…i mean like. for real.”

“come here.” he pulled me into a hug and i pressed my nose against his chest. “i've never been…afraid of it. love. with you.”

well that's good.

“of course i love you,” he said.

“...that's cool.”

a pause.

“really cool, in fact,” i continued. fucking tears. ruining my moment.

“are you crying?”

“no.”

“liar.”

“yeah.”

“sad crying?”

“happy.”

“that's good.”

“mhm.”

“you want me to let go?” his arms didn't budge from me.

“don't you dare.”

“yes ma'am.”

“you're burning the pasta,” matt huffed. we jumped apart, faces tomato red.

“yeah yeah you're so cute, i'm gonna be ill, puke gag retch, whatever,” he said, turning off the heat and moving the bubbling pot. “i'm hungry.”

nick and madi sat agape on the couch.

chris kissed my forehead, still grinning like a maniac. “wanna eat?”

i smiled. what is this, an epidemic? “yeah.”

“we can talk about it later okay?”

i smiled. “okay.”

-x-

ps: the noodles were delicious.

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wooahaes · 6 months

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where the heart is

pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.

daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok

The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?

A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…

But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.

Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.

“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”

That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.”

Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”

With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”

“But?”

How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”

“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”

“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.”

He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”

You whined, “Mark…”

“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”

It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”

“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.”

You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”

“Mhm?”

“I miss you.”

He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.”

It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”

“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.”

“Your dork.”

It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.”

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 month

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Nah Bro! (Teaser)

University Student Wooyoung x (F)Reader

Summary: No, he wasn't an idiot, he knew what he wanted and he always had, the only problem was he wasn't sure if she wanted the same. He was her friend, her biggest supporter, and her shelter on rainy days- but he was NOT her bro.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: *loading*

Est. Read Time: *loading*

Warnings: language, suggestive content, Woo's a perv and she ain't any better.

Rating: Mature

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

Slamming her hands on his door she let out a shaky breath, the intensity of her knocks increasing, this was not how she had expected her Sunday morning to go, breaking into the boy's dorms at university, slamming her fists so loud that the whole block may as well be awake. Was she risking expulsion, probably, but was he worth it- oh for sure.

"WOOYOUNG!"

"WHAT!" the door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled Wooyoung, in nothing but his underwear, eyes widening at the realisation that it was in fact not Yunho who was bothering him in his early hours of brooding, but the source of his heartbreak har come to him. Now, mind you, the man lived with other men and never in his life did he imagine the girl he had been simping for, his own best friend, would come up to him in his domain like this- "Is that my hoodie?"

She stared at him, no, she shamelessly oogled at the boy-man- she had spent bullying and playing around with in her younger days. In front of her was not her annoying, stupid, dumb, irritating best friend but a who the fk, what the fk, why the fk- her chain of thought broke at his question.

"Wh-what?" breathing out, still trying to catch her breath from the extensive running she had done up the flight of stairs- curse him for living in a building with no elevator- that and the sight before her had her all hot and bothered even more.

"Why-" shaking his head, he rubbed his face before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame, did she look all adorable, flushed pink, hair a mess and in his hoodie? Yes, was he still mad at her, definitely- so he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting a quick reaction this time. "What do you want?"

"I- you- I mean- oh my god- we like- f*cked." the words jumbled up, tumbling out of her mouth before her brain could from the sentence "I f*cked up, my god, I do like you."

He knew what she meant, but he wouldn't be Wooyoung if he said so, hence the crooked smile that adorned his slightly puffy face, eyes heavy and droopy with sleep, "Unfortunately we haven't, but we could if you'd like."

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3cremepie3 · 1 year

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Slip!

Jade Leech x reader Smut/ fluff 18+

Synopsis- After taking a fall down the mountain Jade takes care of you! Quiet loving sex with the leech bro.

A/n- I just realized I didn’t write for him. So after weeks of writing and editing here he is. Also p.s this is long ash.

Warnings - mentions of injury, slight dark humor, saliva, multiple creampies, cursing, overall sloppy sex, sweat, strange dick shape

“Welcome Y/n.” Jade smiled down at you waiting underneath a large tree. “Hi, Jade.” You huffed out of breath from the long trail you had to walk to get here. “Don’t tell me you're tired already that wasn’t even a quarter of the way to our destination?”

“Nah that was nothing.” You lied trying to catch your breath. “While then let’s start walking,” you cheered!” You leaped over a large log and onto the walkway. Your boots squeaked as you walked through the numerous muddy paths.

“Thank god I found these at ramshackle,” you noted. “Yes to do these activities you have to have a sturdy pair of footwear,” Jade spoke. “I made that mistake my first time walking up here.” His voice was almost drowned out by a nearby stream so he spoke louder.

“I could barely stand while working at the Lounge the next day.” I know Azul probably didn’t let you have a break either,” you added. “You guessed right but luckily I didn’t have a shift the after so I was okay.” Just let me know if you need a break alright?”

“Right,” you nodded. Jade took note while you both walked even though you saw these same rocks and tree’s over and over. “How do you have so much to write down?” It’s the same scene over and over again.”

“Maybe I’ll find something new one day it’s always good to keep a new perspective on things.” Like, let’s use this rock.” He bent down and picked up a rock. At first, I thought it was a metamorphic rock that’s very common.” But looking closely I can see it’s a sandstone which is still common but still you get the point.”

“So it’s always good to keep an eye out?” Yes, try to find me something pretty we need better pictures.” Will do!” Now your eyes were scanning every surface. You thought of picking up a frog but it leaped away. Then you pointed to a bird but it flew away.

A bunch of mushrooms hung off a branch so you were gonna point those out but he said something that was living. “Ooo found something!” You went to grab the beautiful creature. “Stay just like that don’t move a muscle,” Jade demanded. You did as follows so he could snap a pic. It flew off of you going back to its business. “Come look Y/n.” Aww!” You gushed looking at the butterfly that landed on your nose.

“This is perfect for our club poster,” Jade chuckled. “Hell yeah it is I found you two pretty things,” you joked. “Yup you’ll attract more club members.” Am I that fine?” Yes, are you blind to others' attraction to you?”

“I must because I had not one clue I was the “It girl” or whatever you want to call me.” Do you think everyone just asked you to come to their club meetings with no motive?” You thought back to all the proposals people had given you over the months. You were even allowed to attend their events if you wanted to.

“I thought that they just wanted my company?” I’m a good friend once you get to know me,” you pleaded. “Well you never come so they wouldn’t know that.” Not true I’m here with you today,” you called into question. “Now I can brag to Floyd about this his mood is sure to sour.” I wasn’t ever gonna go to basketball with sweaty high schoolers that are gonna yell at me when I miss. That seems like an absolute nightmare.”

“Yeah they wouldn’t go easy on you,” he chuckled. But I’m glad you're here with me.” Yes even though you scare me sometimes well most of the time!” I still rather be in this club than anyone else’s.” Thanks for coming y/n. For a long time, I thought I would always be alone. But somehow I’ve gained a companion.”

“Yup for now on I’ll be the best partner you can ask for Jade.” Y/n there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You paused your actions to look back at him. Before he could speak his expression seriously you got distracted by the rain. It started to fall suddenly and heavily like a blanket of snow. “Does it usually rain on this mountain?” Yes, that’s why I brought these.”

He handed you a yellow poncho. “Up ahead there should be a resting area we can wait there until the rain clears.” Okay, let’s get there fast my boots are getting soaked.” You dashed ahead of him not focused on your footing. “Wait it’s slippery up there L/n!” He tried his best to warn you but it was too late. You already slipped on the stone steps. “Fuck why did I wear high waters!” You cussed looking at the gash in your leg.

“I’ll clean up your wound soon.” For now, let me carry you.” Are you sure I’m pretty heavy,” you warned. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he shushed you. Afterward, you didn’t protest as he picked you up bridal style. Despite the added weight, his steps were stable and he didn’t slip. “I'm sorry Jade I didn’t mean to be dead weight.”

“We got our mission accomplished so I don’t mind.” Besides you’re not heavy.” He bounced you up and down in his arms. “Ah,” you screamed thinking you were gonna fall down the hill. “I forget how strong you and your brother are.” You could probably deadlift Jack.” He didn’t look anywhere near tired even after bringing you further to the rest stop.

Which you now saw was a supply shed. He dropped you on a recliner that was in the corner. “This is your idea of a rest stop?”

“Yes now Stay still,” he directed. He pulled a small first aid kit out of his backpack. “At least someone came prepared.” You laughed at yourself who only brought your outfit and a half-eaten granola bar. “I always get hurt while up here.” Especially when I was newer like you I scraped my legs a lot.” I know just the thing to treat your injuries.”

He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. “This is going to sting .” He explained to you all while holding that same unreassuring smile. “Wait!” I’m scared.” Sorry I know I’m such a baby,” you frowned. “This has to happen Y/n I’ll be here to guide you through it.” Fine just do it,” you blurted.

He began to pour the alcohol on the scrape. You grabbed his hand out of instinct squeezing tight on the large and long fingers of his. “All done.” He patched you up thoroughly then leaned your leg on the chair. “I think we should stay here until morning.” My weather predictor says there’s gonna be a storm.”

The whole time he was talking you couldn’t focus since you just now realized you were holding his hand. “Such a gentleman,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” he interrupted. “I didn’t think I said that so loud… but I did mean it.” Thanks for all your help Jade I would’ve probably had to camp in some tree stump if you weren’t here.”

“I’m not so good at taking care of myself. But your pretty caring I can see that in the way you treat Floyd.” Thank you that was nice of you Y/n and… “About that thing earlier Y/n that I was trying to tell you.” Oh yeah, you weren’t able to finish I’m sorry that I interrupted you.” No problem as long as your listening now.” He clasped his other hand over both of yours encasing them with warmth. “I didn’t need your help to take pictures for the club.” I brought you out here for another reason.”

Silence filled the shack and the only thing you could hear was the rain tap in the background. “You brought me in these secluded woods to eat me?” You joked thinking it was funny but other questions ran through your mind. What was he planning to do with you? Was Jade asking you out? Your mind couldn’t even process it correctly. You stayed frozen in shock for a minute before his lips on one of your knuckles brought you back to earth.

“I hope you can find it in you to answer me.” It doesn’t have to be soon I’ll wait however long it takes.” Wait you’re serious Jade this isn’t some rude prank or scheme you and Azul boiled up?” No, I would never go as far as I plan to go with you,” he admitted.

“Just how far do you plan to go?” You smirked catching his flirtatiousness. “If your comfortable I wanted to try third base?” But today I’ll only be servicing you, my sweetheart.” He leaned over on the corner of the chair to kiss you.

While doing so his hands trailed down lifting your legs to each side of the chair. He sat up then squeezed himself in between your legs. Now he was impossibly closer smothering you into a drool-sharing kiss. You could feel him smile against you as you begged for air against him. But his tongue held you in a tight lock.

Your hands clasped his hair and your legs locked around his back. For a moment you even forgot about your injury blinded by lust. Finally, you broke apart. Worn out from the heat of the moment your leg dropped remembering the pain it once beard.

Jade looked at you one last time for permission before sliding your pants off. If only you’d known you would’ve worn your cutest panties. But Jade didn’t seem to give a damn after kissing your clit through them. “I did bring you deep in the woods for this.” Somewhere far where I know no one will bother us.”You shivered at the straightforward action while he laughed finding you too sensitive for your good.

“Try to stay still,” he directed. Even after his direction, you were still squirming in his strong grasp as he liked up your panties. His fingers lightly followed the path he made. Your underwear was completely drenched in your essence by the time he pulled them to the side. If he didn’t have patience he would’ve torn them off but he much preferred to keep their ruin so he could use them later.

He spat a globe that rolled down to your fluttering hole. You watched his every move your body reacting to every movement of his in anticipation. He paused completely his fingers just a few centimeters from your clit. He wouldn’t be a leech if he wasn’t at least a bit malicious. The noises falling out of your mouth were embarrassing. Jade could tell how uneasy you felt as his other hand worked his way up your shirt.

Your bra soon fell on the chair. You gripped the sides for support so your hands wouldn’t tangle in his hair. You wanted nothing more than to slam his head down on your cunt. You could feel his heavy breathing as his sight focused on yours.

“Please I can’t wait any longer,” you groaned. If you didn’t have such a grip on the chair then you would’ve touched yourself by now. “You’re so impatient.” You just really want my tongue that bad huh?” Yes please, I need you.”

“Just wait a little longer.” He kissed the area around your hole. You waited for what felt like forever you were even more soaked than the ground outside by now. You couldn’t wait for another second his smooching was too stimulating. Your hands moved from the side of the chair and into his hair.

You would probably come to regret it later but for now, you needed the pleasure. He groaned his supply of air being cut off since you stuffed him in your fat cunt. “Ahh finally,” you whined. “You’ll come to regret this later once I start I won’t stop.”

He wasn’t lying he licked you in all the places you needed until you were creaming all over his tongue. The first time you felt good your orgasm was powerful. You tightened the grip on his hair. The second time felt odd to you. Never before had you been so sensitive after an orgasm.

Your clit which he rolled around meticulously was now throbbing. “This feels weird.” You mewled feeling a new sensation rocking through your body. “Just let it all out no need to hold back.” Your body began to spasm your back arched off the chair and your head fell back. You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you looked down at Jade's ruined face.

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make a mess.” You tried your best to help him reaching for a shirt to dry him off. But his grip on your legs tightened. He forced them back open again and began to feast. Maybe it was the merman in him but he loved it when you squirted. So he was gonna make it happen again.

Only this time his fingers filled your hole pumping you while his thumb rubbed on your overworked clit. He moved them faster and faster until the familiar feeling came back to you. “So good! So good, so good,” you chanted. He was hitting a spot you never thought you could reach.

Your juices dripped down his fingers but he didn’t care continuing to pump in and out of you. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s possible to get this wet.” You're making a mess everywhere but it’s nothing I can’t lick up.” It took you until now to notice his tongue wasn’t normally shaped. You couldn’t tell since you’ve never gotten head before. It was long and pointy enough to make your toes curl as it filled you.

He switched in and out with his tongue and his fingers his pace was slow. But the preciseness of it all had your legs crushing his head in between your thighs. Another orgasm hit you and he achieved his goal of making you squirt again. “I don’t think I can cum anymore.” That’s an impossible statement Y/n of course you can still cum look at how you're taking my fingers.”

Despite your begging, he didn’t let up erasing orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count of how many times you came your mind turning to mush. The sounds of your lovesong intensified as did the thunder that almost shattered the window. But you knew you were safe in his grasp. Your body jolted with each vibration his tongue let out.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sounds you were making. But he removed your hand from your mouth. If you had to hear his groans as he ate you out he wanted to hear your reactions too. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Or I’ll stop altogether,” he threatened.

“No please don’t stop,” you begged. If you could feel this good just from his fingers how would his dick feel? It was all you could think about. You became unaware of your surroundings letting the pleasure take over.“I need you to fuck me.” Please I’m begging you!” Anyone walking nearby could probably hear you scream these slutty statements but you couldn’t care. Not when he complied pulling away from you. His face was smeared with your juices and his hair was ruffled. He looked a mess but nowhere near as worse as you.

Your mascara was running down your face for quite a few years fell. Also, your lips were swollen to perfection to him they looked biteable. And your body was hot and flushed with sweat it added a glow like no other to your beautiful skin. However, at the moment you couldn’t find a reason to hate it. Maybe the moonlight and the rain consumed you. Or maybe it was the kiss he pulled you in. The aftertaste was strong this time since you could taste it yourself.

“I have something to share with you before we continue.” What’s that Jade,” you said hastily. “My dick is different than most people.” It’s one part of me that only half changed when I turned human. That’s why I didn’t want to just pull it out.”

“You’ve already excepted every imperfection of mine.” So, of course, I’ll accept yours baby.” His smile returned to his face. He was quick to pull his cock out his pre dribbled on your thigh.“Okay,” you huffed. You were hesitant he was large as you expected but way thicker than you could handle. His cock had ridges that you could feel as your fingers traced. As you felt it he began to get slimy.

“I can’t wait much longer Y/n are you ready?” I- I don’t know if I can handle this.” I made you lose enough now relax love.” He slipped his cock into you after a little resistance. Immediately you tensed the stretch knocking the air out of your lungs. But after a few of his sloppy strokes, you felt good. Your cunt which had previously been prepared was now slimy with his slick.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” He already knew the answer by your face. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He was hitting so deep inside that you began to see white. It didn’t take long for you to cum. He was quick to follow. His cum flowed back in and out of you as he continued to fuck you threw his orgasm.

Your body collapsed to the side of the chair. He lifted your leg so he could still have access to you’re drowning cunt. His strokes were slow and his hips snapped forward once your cunt craved more. You were both still sensitive from your highs that occurred not even a couple of minutes ago; consequently, the round was short.

The base of his cock was covered in a ring of your cream. Things weren’t only looking sloppy but they sounded sloppy. The sound of wet smacking filled the walls. Your body was tired but somehow you were able to keep up with his thrust throwing your ass back on his toned body. You didn’t having speak since you were able to see every emotion he wanted to convey through his smile.

He littered your neck with kisses and you littered his body with scratches. You would have felt bad but he didn’t care. The pain was nothing to him all he could feel were you milking him dry. His dick throbbed inside you. You could feel each vain and ride budge as he came inside you once again.

“I can't stop now not ever,” he whispered. “Please stay with me and take it.” His hand moved your head which was rolling back to his. “Don’t pass out I know it feels good but you gotta stay with me.” He spoke while thrusting into you. Your body was overstimulated each time he moved you gushed at him.

This continued after you moved through many positions. it didn’t matter how outlandish they were as long as he could see your face. Your injuries weren’t considered they couldn’t matter right now. “It’s too dark to leave we would get stranded.” He decided but you could tell it was just an excuse to stay with you and keep making love.

Before you knew it the morning had swept over you both. You awoke both of you collapsed in the chair. You were cockwarming him so you removed yourself from the previous rounds of cum he loaded into you dripping out.

“So this wasn’t a dream,” you confirmed. “Well, I’m glad I slipped!”

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 22 - ‘You’re Mine’

You felt Trent’s lips press against the back of your neck then slowly peeling off your skin. He peppered a few kisses before he became fully awake remembering last night and immediately stopping. The halt made you feel sick, was he never going to kiss you again? He let go of your body and pulled himself out of bed. He didn’t acknowledge you; he just walked directly to the ensuite to shower. You heard the water turn on and you rolled over on your back. You stared at the ceiling in a daze, paralyzed by the thought of losing your perfect, beautiful, loving Trent because of Chase… fucking Chase! You’d kill him if you ever got a chance. You were still lost in your raging thoughts and aching heart when the water shut off again, the silence made you jump. You turned back over on your side, grabbing his pillow, saddened being so close to his scent, closing your eyes, attempting to hide from him, scared. Trent walked into the room. He moved so quietly about that you peaked with one eye to see where he was. God, was he sexy. His golden skin sparkled in the light covered in water droplets. He adjusted the towel around his waist exposing himself briefly and your heart nearly stopped beating. His muscles flexed and moved beautifully. You shut your eyes tighter trying not to imagine what it’d be like losing this man.

He left the room in his towel making way to the kitchen. George was up and at the table on his phone having a coffee.

“Morning…” Trent grunted out combing through the refrigerator for something. He wanted to act like nothing had happened last night. Forgetting it was George, he wasn’t expecting any inquiry.

“Erm… what the fuck happened, mate?” George asked, standing up coming over to where Trent was.

“Nah, not doing this George.” Trent moaned.

“Trent… you fucked some kid up in a club last night for her. Hell, you told me you wanted to have a family with her, get her pregnant… we’re gonna talk about this.” George wasn’t going to let this go. All his reminders stung.

“Bro, shhh.” Trent gave him a disapproving look for mentioning the idea of pregnancy in the house with so many people but he answered George’s initial question eventually. “I don’t fucking know” he groaned rubbing his hands over his face. “Mate, fuck that kid. He deserved that, Y/N or not, he deserved to get hit. You don’t talk about people like that.” Trent began to ramble.

“… and he was?” George probed, raising an eyebrow wanting to hear from Trent who it was. Obviously there was a big discussion amongst everyone after you and Trent left so George already knew and probably got more out of Lauren than you had told Trent but he didn’t want the gossip he wanted Trent’s thoughts.

“Some cunt she knew from uni. I don’t know but god, the shit he was saying about her was so fucked up.” Trent looked out the big window of the villa at the water. George could see that he was sad, broken that someone spoke about you like that. Desperate for Chase to take it all back for your sake.

“Are you mad at her or him?..” George paused, looking at Trent waiting to see if he would look back at him. “Or both… I guess maybe.”

“I…I… I’m not mad at her. She didn’t do anything. Honestly I’m not sure girls I’ve been with in the past would speak too greatly about me but this was just brutal. He talked like she was absolutely nothing, it was sick. I’m fucking livid for her I think.” He muttered out. His gaze finally shifted to George, looking at him for some sort of help or relief.

“You’re not mad at her?” George asked. Not because he thought Trent should be but because he wanted Trent to be certain about his stance.

“I’m not.” Trent confirmed as he sighed, hands back over his face. “I’m really not.” He said in desperation turning away. “I love her, I’m always going to love her. Like I couldn’t not if I tried.” He muttered out, getting quieter like he was admitting this more to himself than George.

“Yeah, course, mate.” George cooed just trying to let him know he wasn’t alone.

“Fuck… She’s everything to me. That lad was so fucking out of line. She doesn’t deserve that, she deserves so much better than that. She deserves someone who takes care of her.” Trent began to rant getting worked up thinking about how much he hated Chase.

“Bro, you do that though. You take care of her. She knows that, she appreciates it. Don’t get rattled by this prick. She’s with you. I know you're upset and that’s valid, mate, but make sure she knows you love her. Remind her that you’re the one that takes care of her. If you’re not thrilled about the interaction you have to consider that she probably must be absolutely distraught over it.” George rambled back to him. Even though he knew his friend had every reason to need some space, he also knew you. He knew this would be weighing on you and Trent had a tendency to distance himself, disconnect if something went wrong.

“I take such good care of her” Trent hushly said scratching the back of his neck, the feeling reminding him of your nails drawing shapes when you held him.

“Don’t close off because of this.” George warned. Trent only hummed and quietly left the room without another word.

The sound of approaching footsteps awoke you from a light sleep. Your eyes fluttered open. You barely looked like yourself. Your eyes bloodshot, your lips swollen, your cheeks flush. Trent’s heart broke standing above you. He bent down and stroked over your hair.

“I think we’re going to the beach today, do you want to shower?” He asked so softly, he felt like his voice would somehow bruise you. You blinked a few times to clear your vision before looking at him. You could only bare those big brown eyes for a moment before you had to look away. You stared out the window and shook your head yes. You tried to move your body but it wouldn’t budge. The realization that in the past two days you had drank an ungodly amount, had fallen, thrown up, flown, it was just too much on your body. Trent could see you were trying but failing. “Alright, c’mon then. Let’s shower, yeah?” He whispered gently picking you up like you weighed nothing. You could barely wrap yourself around him. You felt too weak. The warmth of his skin against yours had your mind blurring. You couldn’t think straight. You rested your heavy pounding head on his shoulder as he walked with you to the bathroom. “Okay?” He asked putting you down in the bathtub. He helped you out of his shirt and pulled your panties off. Normally the action would’ve had Trent’s mind racing but he was too focused on being careful with you. He turned the water on, it felt warm as it filled the tub. He washed your hair slowly like he could make some sort of mistake. As he washed out the last product the warmth of the water running over you mixed with an incredible amount of guilt falling with it you felt a shiver run up your spine. You felt horrible. Your eyes flashed up to look at him. He looked stoic, focused, calm but concerned. He loved you so much his heart was breaking that your relationship had gone from you two giggling about babies in England to you not even speaking in Greece. You started to cry. You couldn’t stop the tears, they just kept coming.

“T…” you whined practically silent it was so quiet.

“Oh c’mon…” he cooed softly. “No more please, I don’t like when you cry, you know that.” He paused for a moment, his hand stroking from the back of your head down your spine. Caressing the small of your back, swiping his thumb over it. Your knees pressed against your chest more. Your arms wrapped around your legs holding them tighter as you wept thinking this would be the demise of your relationship. You were looking straight ahead when you felt his lips press against the top of your head. “I’m not mad at you..” Trent spoke hushed into your hair. His voice raised goosebumps on your skin. “Let’s get you dry.” He softly said, picking you up. He wrapped a plush towel around you. He engulfed you wrapping around you from behind, his arms crossing over your chest as you stood in front of him. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear as you looked into the mirror watching his movements behind you. He had told you to stop but you couldn’t, the tears started to fall again hearing him say that, you thought he never would again. “Forever. Hmm?” He hummed, pressing another kiss behind your ear. He heard you sniffle though and his eyes flashed up to lock with yours in the mirror fast. You mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.” He placed another kiss behind your ear. “I know, I know.” He closed his eyes regretting ever leaving the bed with you yesterday afternoon.

Trent left the room for you to get ready for the beach. He wanted to give you space that you definitely didn’t want. He made his way to the living room where all the boys were watching something on TV, hungover. Lauren sat on the floor on her phone. Trent went over and nicked her phone off her from behind.

“Heyyy.” She whined, cocking her head back to see who snatched her phone. Trent gave her a cheeky grin.

“Will you help her get ready for the beach?” Trent asked quietly so none of the boys would hear but his presence alone caused them to shift focus.

“Yeah, yeah, your room?” Lauren hushly responded. Trent nodded and she pulled at his arm to help her up. Once she was standing she hurried down the corridor to find you. She knocked on the door lightly as she opened it.

“Hii…” she said quiet not wanting to startle you. “You okay?” She asked without seeing you as she walked into the en-suite. “Oh….” She just about gasped.

“Laur...” You squeezed your eyes tight. You were sat on the counter using a gua sha to try to reduce the swelling of your face.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” She rapidly spewed out trying to comfort you. “You’re fine” she cooed, wrapping her arms around you, tucking her head onto your shoulder. She held you for a while in a comfortable silence before she spoke again.“It’s not your best look but you’re still very beautiful.” She giggled. No matter your state she was always going to tease, it was Lauren after all and it brought a sense of normality to the room, stopping more tears from flowing.

“I hate you.” You whined, continuing the motions over your face.

“At least you showered…” she said tucking your hair behind your ear. She played with the ends of your wet hair sillily. The feeling of her dropping pieces, cold against your skin.

“I didn’t, he did it for me essentially.” You explained, turning around a little bit towards her.

“That was sweet of him” she said with a little pout.

“It’s just Trent being Trent.” You said unphased, your worries starting to brew again almost forgetting he had told you he loved you. “Can you pick out my outfit for today? I can’t be asked.” You asked her, watching the jade glide over your oiled cheek again.

“Me? To pick out your clothes… absolutely!” She jumped up. Lauren ran to the other room rifling through your stuff. You and Lauren just had different vibes when it came to fashion. You were maybe a bit more of the ‘fashion fashion’ side and she was more of the ‘how can my body look the best’ side. Both approaches worked for you respectively but she was thrilled at the idea of dressing you in what she wanted to see you in.

“Don’t make a mess please!” You tried to yell knowing she’d rip your carefully organized packing to shreds. You came into the bedroom and she sat on the bed with a devious smile. “What?” You asked suspiciously, walking further towards her. You gave in quite quickly, not strong enough to bicker with her about your outfit. She had you in an impossibly skimpy Zimmerman bikini. It was the smallest amount of material you could wear without being naked. “This is ridiculous.” You quietly laughed looking in the mirror at your body on display.

“Honestly… it’s so fucking good!” She squealed. “Plus, you own it, not me!” She held her hands up in innocence.

“Okay, okay, anything else?” You said looking fed up with her but not resisting.

“Yessss…” she dragged out before throwing an intentionally sheer dress at you. It was a summer knit that sparkled in the sun, the fabric woven with sequins. She had laid out all your accessories on the bed like you do when styling photo shoots. It made you smile that she knew you liked things a certain way. Chloe sandals, a big Marni raffia tote and a fun pair of Loewe sunglasses. To give credit where it’s due, it was a good fit, even you approved.

“It’s good” you spoke with little passion behind the words but you meant it. You stared into the mirror assessing the entire look but mostly just what Trent would think of it. Lauren knew what you were thinking she could tell by the glaze cast over your eyes.

“He loves you. Really, Y/N, he loves you so much.” She sincerely said. You just stared at her back through the mirror, no response, no gesture. Your heart warmed at her words but you couldn’t react.

“Hey… we’re gonna get going soon, can I take your bag?” Trent cooed standing in the doorway. His eyes glued to you. He took in every bit. His breath hitched a little as you leaned over to pick up your bag, your tits practically spilling out.

“Yeah, thank you.” You were so quiet, you didn’t look up at him.

“Okay…” he took it from you. Your hands briefly brushing over each others. He stared at your face for a moment waiting to see if you’d look up at him but you didn’t. He disappointedly turned and walked out the door without another word.

“Why are you being like that?” Lauren asked, cutting the awkward tension.

“Well he’s mad at me, what am I supposed to do?” You bit back a little annoyed she wasn’t more sympathetic towards your side of things.

“Did he tell you that? He doesn’t seem it.” She pushed back with an unamused tone.

“No…” you paused. “He told me the opposite but…”

“But what? Let’s go.” She said standing up. “Can’t you just let him love you the way he wants to? Stop thinking he doesn’t. He was practically drooling in the doorway, I think you’ll be fine.” She rolled her eyes, smacking your ass as she walked by you.

“He wasn’t….” You softly rebutted and she just gave you a glare.

The whole group made it down to the beach. It was a private club that had beautiful cushioned beach furniture in sectioned off areas set aside just for you. It had wait staff to serve every whim, you really couldn’t ask for more as the sun reflected off the blue water. As you got settled in the area Trent placed your tote on one of the chairs and then placed himself on another pretty far away from you. You were still relatively close but for you two the distance was bizarre. You furrowed your brow but quickly wiped it away and pushed down your disappointment. You looked up and saw Jude sprawled out on an entire couch letting out a dramatic sigh.

“It’s just so difficult.” Jude continued.

“What?” Jobe asked naively. He was cute genuinely thinking Jude had something of value to say. You put your head back down to put your phone in your bag knowing he was just being annoying.

“Being me… it’s tough, mate.” He said stretching his arms over his head that conveniently put his abs on full display.

“Oh my goddddd” Lauren groaned. “You are the absolute worst” rolling her eyes at his antics. Jude burst out laughing, all the boys loudly following. Jobe cocked his eyebrows at his brother though a little confused that it was all just a bit.

You huffed at your seating arrangement but seeing as a previous affair of yours looked your boyfriend dead in the eye and said you were a whore last night, you kept your distance. You didn’t know how to act. You tried to pull your knit dress over your head subtly but struggled. You bent over to slide it entirely over your head wiggling a little. You thought if you put your arms above your head more standing straight up in this silly little bikini your tits would pop out. You stood back up when you heard a slight puff of air from someone clearly watching you. You turned around and a cheeky Trent was laying on a lounger, leaning up a little more propped by his elbows, staring at you. You shyly smirked at him behind your sunglasses.

“Come sit.” He gestured you over with his head, his hands trying to readjust his dick now in his swimsuit after seeing you bent over. You stood frozen for a moment shocked but moved quickly hoping he wouldn't change his mind. “C’mere.” He tugged at your body as you sat on the edge of his chair. “Gonna get comfortable or just sit like we don’t know each other?.” He said laughing a little. The big smile on his face igniting something inside of you you almost forgot existed. Jude looked at Lauren who was watching you and Trent carefully. She felt his stare so she turned towards him.

“It’s a good bikini… I thought it would help!” She giggled.

“Effective plan, I guess” he shrugged seeing you get comfortable on Trent’s chair before attempting to wink at Lauren again. She just shook her head with a silly grin plastered on her face.

You laid next to Trent. You placed your head on his bare chest, your hand pressed next to it and draped your leg over him. He hummed at the contact. His arm wrapped around you pulling your body flush to his. His opposite arm began rubbing your thigh atop of him. You shut your eyes content with the moment being back in his arms. You nuzzled into him further, your hand on his chest drifting up to play with a bit of his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp simultaneously.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair again. You felt your heart explode. Feeling his hands on your skin while hearing that just about ruptured it. You picked up your head and rested your chin now on him looking up at his face. He squeezed your ass, hand coming to slip beneath the little material on it. He licked over his top lip slow and then his bottom. You felt your cheeks go warm. He pulled at the bikini, letting it snap back against your skin. “What is this?”

“A bathing suit.” You cooed, a little lost in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said rubbing his hand over your ass.

“Why not?” You cheekily asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Nah, nah, nah, you don’t get to play this game with me… I know you, baby.” The pet name pinged against your ear like it did the first time you met. Your heart skipped a beat hearing it roll off his tongue again.

“What!” You yelped as he pulled you abruptly to lay completely on top of him. Both his hands now kneading your ass intently.

“You haven’t even said you loved me today and you want me to let you tease me!?” He joked lost in his giggless a big smile across his face.

“I love you, T.” You sensually whispered bringing your face into his neck. Your body pressed into his, your tits gliding over him as you moved up to reach. You pressed soft wet kisses all over pulling a groan from him.

“Babyyy. Don’t do this to me.” He complained as you could feel him hardening beneath you.

“What?” You teased your words muffled into his skin as you continued to litter his neck with kisses

“Nah, enough.” He cooed, moving away from you and pressing a fat kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled at the affection and his lack of will power under you. You felt tired, lulled by the warm sun and your pretty boy beneath you, the smell of suncream and the sound of friends laughing. You were dozing in and out when a waiter came over.

“Mr. Alexander-Arnold, can we get you anything.” He politely asked, standing aside the lounger.

“Baby, you want anything?” Trent cooed pressing kisses onto your hair. You just shook your head no on his chest. “Okay…” he laughed at your sleepiness. “Erm.. no, we’re alright right now, thank you.” Trent confirmed to the waiter you didn’t need anything.

You had fallen asleep on top of Trent as the afternoon went on. He denied all the boys' requests to come play cards or go in the water. He just wanted you to be with him, safe. You started to wake up though when you heard a woman's voice.

“Erm… Hi… I’m just getting off work here and I wanted to come over and see if you wanted to take a shot with me.” She giggled. Trent lowered his sunglasses and looked at her confused. “It's silly, but you clearly look really bored with her so thought it would be fun. Liven up your day with me ” The girl stood there with a tray and two shots of a mystery liquor. Even if Trent was single he wouldn’t have accepted it and he certainly wouldn’t with you laying on top of him.

“Oh wow… I’m sorry but I’m alright. Thank you though.” He said emotionless with a blank stare. You didn’t care to look at the girl, you didn’t care to give him the benefit of the doubt, you jumped immediately to the conclusion that Trent was entertaining the women, your ears began ringing unable to hear anything after ‘oh wow.’ You were furious waiting for the her to leave so you could get the fuck off him. She left and you pushed your hand down on his chest to lift yourself up. The suddenness of your movement had Trent in shock but he grabbed your wrist before you could get enough strength to pull yourself off.

“Let go...” you harshly whispered. His grip only tightened on you.

“No. Where you going?” He spoke at a normal volume with a serious look taking over his face.

“Are you fucking serious?” You broke out his hold getting off him. Trent wasn’t going to physically overpower you and fight on the beach so he let you get off without resistance and just followed you calmly. “Aye, c’mere, what the fuck is going on?” He asked, utterly confused.

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What’s going on is your mad at me still, I fucking get it but you don’t need to rub flirting with some girl while I. LAY. ON. TOP. OF. YOU. in my face.” You emphasized each word. Your perception of the situation was insane. Trent’s mouth gaped in shock. “You think I don’t deal with women throwing themselves at you enough?” Thank god no one was nearby hearing this delusion but you were exhausted and hungover, anything made sense.

“I said no to the shots? What are you on about?” Trent was baffled. He took a step towards you cautiously. You took a step away just as quickly.

“You didn’t exactly defend me though, did you?” You barked at him, annoyed that he let the girl call you boring as if you weren’t on top of him, your boyfriend, his hands on you, his girlfriend.

“Didn’t defend you? Are you fucking mad?” Trent was speaking at the same volume as you now. He punched a man out last night defending you. What were you talking about? He gripped onto both of your arms. “I can’t protect you how I want to. I’m sorry, I wish I could but I can’t. You are my whole world…” he sighed frustrated. Trent started to feel annoyance course through his veins though. Angry that you just said that. “I don’t let anything happen to you, do I? I can’t exactly do what I did last night now to a waitress on the beach who called you boring. She isn’t an old boyfriend calling you a whore? No?” He was pissed at this accusation. His eyes had a fire behind them you weren’t used to. His hands tightened around your arms, for a moment you got scared. You furrowed your brow confused at his rationale, shaking your head coming back to your rage.

“I get it… I do. You fucking entertained that girl to get back at me. I’m sorry about last night! I’m sorry, okay? But you’re not the most fucking reassuring person. You dealt with it once, someone talking about me. I deal with that shit every fucking day about you. Random women saying they slept with you while you were away. How the fuck do you think I feel T?” You voice quivered. “How am I supposed to think you love me, when you’re constantly linked with everyone but me and you don’t say a thing.” You whimpered. Your insecurities about the secrecy of your relationship were bubbling over. You shook your head again trying to regain your confidence. You pulled his hands off you and you started to walk away.

“You think I was going to stand there while someone treated you like that? You expected me to let that go? I punched the kid in the face” his confession shocked you.

“Wha…what?” You spat out completely surprised. Your brow furrowed more. You had no idea he hit Chase. It didn’t come up, no one had time to tell you. Your mind was racing. What did that mean? Why did he do it? What did he think now? Trent had a slight edge of more composure than you at this point so he took the reins. He grabbed at your wrist and dragged you quickly into a bathroom in a Cabana that was sat far back behind where you all were sitting on the beach. The door slamming closed behind you.

“What the fuck!” You yelped. His hands pushed your hips towards the sink counter. The cold marble protruded into your back.

“What do I not give to you? All the flights to be with me, the house, the holidays… god dammit, Y/N you’ve got a fucking car around your neck.” Referring to the Van Cleef he gave you when he asked to be his girlfriend. He was trying to make a point that you were about to completely misread.

“It isn’t about the money! Jesus… is that what I am? Like I’m someone you think you pay to be with? That I use you for that? You think that little of me? You can have it all back! I don’t fucking care give it to the next random girl begging for you!” You winced hearing the words leave your mouth. You didn’t mean it like that, like he used money to have people. You felt emotion pooling behind your eyes. You let out a defeated breath. “It’s not about the fucking money.”

“It is, though! I worked so fucking hard for this shit and I give all of it to you. Obviously that’s not what I think of you but I fucking work hard for you, for us, for this. Not for some random girl, you. Only you.” He wanted to shake you. He wanted to get you to understand it wasn’t about the price but the sentiment that he was willing to do anything to make you happy, to have you happy by his side. You could see a little bit of a glaze coming over his eyes. You knew he wouldn’t cry but he clearly was emotional yelling at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to that girl but she’s not worth my breath. I always reassure you, I always take care of you, don’t I? Not just with this…” His fingers hooked under the necklace cause your breath to hitch. You were closer to him now. His face looked so broken that you thought he felt that way. You couldn’t look at him anymore though because you thought you’d cry when he snapped at you again. His hand came and grabbed your cheeks pushing them together with one hand. “What’s not enough? It’s my entire life and I give it all to you.” You squeezed your eyes tight trying harder not to cry. “Don’t fucking cry right now…” he threatened a little bit dropping his hands from your face. It wasn’t fair if he had to take care of you right now and he knew he’d cave if you started crying. He was upset, he wanted to be upset, he deserved to be upset.

“T…” you blubbered holding back the tears.

“You think I’m entertaining random woman when I fucking have you? Jesus Christ when you’re mine. You’re mine!” He yelled. His eyes burned over your skin. Your back pressed further against the sink. “We’ve been talking about starting a fucking family together and you’re telling me that… that I don’t love you enough?” He thought the tears actually might start to run down his face. You saw the tears build on his lash line but his lips came crashing into yours first.

“What are you…” you tried to speak but he cut you off pulling his lips away for a moment to speak.

“Shut up…” he said harshly, pressing his lips back against yours desperately. “This bikini is fucking ridiculous” he barked in between kisses untying the top of your swim suit. You gasped at your sudden exposure then couldn’t help but moan when his hands came to caress your tits.

“T…” you whined leaning back further, pushing your chest out for him to play with you more while he followed your mouth back, passionately kissing you.

“I fucking love you what don’t you understand about that” he grunted moving his kisses to your jaw, over it, working down your neck towards your collarbone dillegently. He sucked on a sensitive spot, bitting a little with his teeth pulling at your skin. You hissed at the pain and then melted into pleasure as he continued sucking over the spot soothing it with his tongue. He placed a few more harsh bites on you leaving behind marks as your eyes rolled back in pleasure feeling his perfect lips. Trent moved over your body in what felt like slow motion as he reached your tits. He sucked on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue. You could barely think straight. All you could hear was heavy breathing, moans, and the sound of his lips on your skin.

“Fuck, I do… I do understand- ah. I promise baby.” Your hands finally making way to eagerly pull at his swimsuit. He pulled away momentarily to help you take his shorts off. He pulled the other string of your top harshly simultaneously. You ran your hands slowly dragging your nails over his chest, down his abs, and atop his v-line. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Get this off.” He moaned. You watched the bikini drop to the floor. His hands dragged your bottoms off too. His lips started kissing yours passionately again when your hand wrapped around his cock and began moving up and down his shaft with some of your spit. He sucked in a short breath when your thumb pressed atop the slit, rubbing it combining the precum he had leaked with your saliva. “Tell me you’re mine.” He harshly commanded you pulling away from the kiss, his lips quickly working down your body again. You barely had time before he was at your core.

“I… I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasped as his fingers parted your folds and his tongue followed in their wake. He moved swiftly and aggressively. He hummed and the vibrations made the knot in your stomach tighten almost immediately. Soft moans came out while he worked his tongue around your clit as he sucked it. “Oh my fucking god, T, feels s..so good.” You just about yelled when two of his fingers slid effortlessly into you. He didn’t waste any time rapidly drilling in and out of you with them. You could hear your slickness.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, yeah?” He cooed before his mouth returned to your pussy. He was deeply and messily eating you out, inhaling loudly through his nose.

“Only you. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shi-shit I’m gonna cum. I can’t, ah, I can’t.” You cried squeezing your eyes shut when you felt white hot pleasure course through you. Your legs twitching in pleasure.

“Just like that, baby. Only for me.” He spoke into you as he continued lapping up your slick arousal that was starting to drip down his chin

"T" You whined, your hands grabbing for him, pulling him up to you, overstimulation starting to come over you as he continued his movements. You were begging for him to fuck you. “Want you to fuck me”

He stood up, his big dark brown eyes looking into yours made your heart skip a beat. He smelled like summer, he looked beautifully golden, his perfect lips curled into a conniving smile before he spoke.

“Yeah? My baby wants me to fuck her?” His smile grew. “Tell me you know I love you, you know I give you everything, you know I want…” he paused looking down between you for a moment. . “I want a baby with you.” He flicked his eyes up at you. He could see your face soften at the comment. You gently closed your eyes for a moment. His words started out so crass but they ended so sweet. He came closer to you sliding his hands around your body. Your chest still heaving from your orgasm.

“I… I…” you stuttered, starting to get nervous. His thumb stroked over your skin calming you. It was like the world paused for a moment for you to catch up. “I want a baby with you too.” You softly panted. You could feel the warmness between your bodies just centimeters apart. “Please.” The grip he had on your waist suddenly became so rough and sensual.

“Turn around.” He whispered. You listened and turned around. He pressed his body against yours behind you. You looked in the mirror at your naked body being caressed by his big hands while he placed kisses along your back, your shoulder, and then up your neck coming to your ear. “Wanna be a good girl and bend over for me.?” The cheek behind the smile on this boy's face was insane. Like every moment in his life, he truly looked beautiful as his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. You felt your heart almost stop.

“I love you.” You whispered pushing your ass back on him leaning over onto the sink counter. You hummed feeling his hard cock against you..

“You want a baby with me? Huh?” He cooed. Your eyes looking up at him through the mirror as he looked down at you pumping his cock slowly with his hand. Dragging his tip leaking precum over your soaked pussy. Feeling him press his cock against your clit had you immediately whining.

“Uh huh…please” you moaned involuntarily closing your eyes as he buried himself all the way down to the hilt.

“Such a good girl f’me” you practically came from the pressure and his words alone. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight f’me.” He grunted, spreading your ass cheeks with both hands. He thrusted into you again as you clenched around him tightly. It was so fucking hot to hear him talk like this. Every time it managed to make you dizzy.

“Please, T, I’m yours. All yours please, make me all yours.” You were babbling as he pounded you from behind. He smoothly slipped his fingers in your mouth, stopping your words. You sucked on his fingers desperately dragging your tongue around them, split pooling in the corners of your mouth. He moaned at the sensation. He popped them out quick though and his wet hand racked down the front of you dipping to come play with your clit. You gasped and let out a filthy moan as he started to draw tight circles around it.

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to pay attention to you and not someone else. Wanted my fingers to play with your clit while I fuck you with my cock.” His thrusts were relentless now. Both of you were completely in your own world lost in pleasure climbing higher and higher together. Your moans growing more desperate. He grabbed your ass hard as wet slapping sounds filled the room. You whined practically drooling onto the counter. “Taking me so well, such a good girl.” That’s when he hit a spot that made you lose control of your body.

“Fffuck T. I’m cumming. Ffuck. I love you… I love the way you fuck me. Shit!” You moaned loudly. Another high crashing over you. You were a trembling mess pressing your hips back into him. Trent groaned, throwing his head back, digging his hands into the soft skin of your ass more. Your walls pulsated around him. You were dripping down your shaking legs.

“I know baby, I know. I know exactly what you need. Do I take good care of you? Tell me.. fuck.. tell me ba-baby.” He stuttered listening to you cum moaning as he slammed into harder. You dropped your head onto the cold marble overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you do, babyyy” you chanted, getting over stimulated again but you felt so good you didn’t want it to ever end. “Ah... fuck! You feel so fucking good.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You felt impossibly amazing.

“Gimme one more baby. I know you can. Cum with me, yeah? Cum with me, gonna fill up this pretty pussy.” You could only shake your head. Cacophonies of “oh my g-godddd” repeated. He thrusted three more times into you knocking all the air out of your lungs. He spilled into you. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuckk baby.” He grunted as you both felt him pulsing and spurting inside of you. Both of your releases oozing out of you. You both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths. He pulled your body off the sink counter up to him. He wrapped his arms around you so tightly. Your sweaty skin sticking together. The temperature in the atmosphere of the room was so humid. Your eyes stayed closed for a little, you were completely saturated with bliss. You could barely breathe but you had never felt better in your life.

“You okay, baby?” He whispered into your neck. He rested his head down on your shoulder, yours thrown back onto him. You could feel his chest rise and fall behind you. You took another deep breath before smiling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck” you moaned out silently. He laughed as his arms wrapped a little tighter around you rubbing your warm skin. “I love you, baby” you giggled, turning around against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your head before he pulled your chin up with his fingers. His eyes gazed into yours. You felt your hearts beat in sync.

“I want you forever.” His lips ghosted over yours. “I’m so in love with you. Don’t fucking ever think I’m not.” He turned you back around still wrapped in his arms and you both looked into the mirror at you tucked there. You smiled again as your flush cheeks warmed more. You rolled your head back leaning against him exposing more of your neck to him. “Fuck… you’re so beautiful, baby.” You started laughing finally coming back to reality. Seeing you naked in the mirror with the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen behind you was ridiculous. You couldn’t have possibly felt more in love with him in that moment when he bit your neck playfully ruining your moment.

“T! Owww!” You yelped. Squirming in his arms giggling. The big smile you loved splashed across his face. He laughed hearing you.

“Nahh, that didn’t hurt. C’mon” Pressing a smiley kiss over the spot he bit. “You know…” he dragged, pausing, kissing at your jaw.

“Yesss?” You smiled waiting for him, rubbing your hands over his arms. You snuggled your head back into him more. He laughed a little.

“I…” he got the first word out and started laughing, shaking his head.

“What silly boy?! Hmm?” You teased giggling. One of your hands let go of his arm and came up to caress his cheek behind you.

“I… I was saying… I can’t wait to make you a mummy, pretty girl.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek before nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck shyly feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“What you being shy for!” You joked in his accent mocking what he usually says to you.

“I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. C’mon.” He groaned, throwing his head feigning annoyance at you teasing him. “You're such a pain, baby… honestly.” Joking. He placed another kiss on your cheek before letting go of your body. He bent down and picked up your bikini. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but put this silly thing back on, yeah?” He cooed, giving you the little material.

“Thank you for taking care of me” you gave him a soft smile your eyes filled with appreciation as you slipped back on the bottoms and top before you asked him to tie the back for you.

“I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine, beautiful. All mine.” He whispered in your ear. You hummed

“Thank you for working so hard for us, giving me everything and more, being so selfless, being so kind, being so perfect… I love you, Trent… this is forever for me.” You placed kisses repeatedly on his lips.

“I know. Me too. Gonna give you absolutely everything, baby… forever.” He kissed your lips with a smile. “C’mon” he pulled you in front of him and pushed you towards the door. When you grabbed at the handle he pressed his body to your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Everything forever huh?” You cooed teasing with a little giggle, tilting your head back at him. You opened the door and walked out into the blinding sunlight, Trent still attached to your body.

“Yeah, anything you want, pretty girl.” You walked across the hot sand with him continuing to whisper nonsense in your ear. You got back to the area and all the boys were in the water, Lauren laying on her stomach on a chair with her head turned to the side away from you two returning watching them.

“We’re okay?” You cooed looking up at Trent.

“We were never not, always love you… no matter what. You're mine right, baby?” He spoke looking into your eyes, his hands caressing your hips. You looked down watching his big hands move over you when you noticed the bruising on one across his knuckles and little cuts on each.

“Your hand okay, T?” Your hand came and brushed over his. “Does it hurt?”

“Ehh it’ll be fine” he made a face and shook his head trying to show that it didn’t bother him. You pouted looking back at him, making him laugh.

“If it does start, I can take care of you sometime.” You giggled as a sly smile came across your face

“Oh yeah? Might take you up on that.” He giggled a little as his lips got closer to you. His hands came around to hold your ass. He placed a perfect kiss on your lips that almost had you moaning again.

“I love you” you whispered. He echoed you before you told Trent to go in the water with the boys. You never wanted them to think you made him stay away or not hang out so you had an agenda to make sure on trips like this he wasn’t too glued to you. You watched the beautiful boy run in the sun towards a bunch of … almost… as pretty boys in the water. It was such a perfect sight.

“Erm, ew, you're like sticky” Lauren whined as you laid on top of her back. She cocked her head to the side to peer over her sunglasses to look at you. “Why are you sweaty right now?” She started laughing. You could feel her body shake from the sound beneath you.

“Well…” you started to giggle.

“Where were you…” Lauren raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun to make out your facial expression. “Ew! Get off me!” She burst out laughing as did you.

“Stop! You’re so dramatic, Lauren!” Wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“Ew! I mean I love T, I do really, but not enough to have you laying on me after he just fucked you, Y/N!!!!!” She yelled as her free hand reached up to slap at your side playfully on top of her.

“What would get on you? Relax!” you giggled happily turning your head to see the boys starting to get out of the water walking towards you two.

“I’m glad you’re laughing, wasn’t the case this morning.” She cooed pausing. “I’m assuming you two are okay if you… you know… just now.”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Fuck Chase but yeah, T and I are fine.” You softly smiled looking at him half bent over laughing about something with Jude

“Nope, not ever saying that name again. He is the new Voldemort. If he wasn’t before, he sure as hell is dead to me now. Don’t fuck with my friends. I’m glad T lit him up.” She spoke annoyed about Chase.

“Oh yeah... I had no idea that happened, I just found out from him. What the fuck went on? Do you know?” You asked intrigued to get her side of the story. She babbled away recalling last night's events. She didn’t really have many actual facts about their conversation. Obviously she wasn’t there when that happened so she relayed what she had heard from Jude now including her opinions and interpretations on the exchange.

“Honestlyyyy…” Marcel’s friend groaned as the boys got closer to where you were laying with Lauren. He shook his head trying not to look at you two on top of each other in an attempt to keep his mind from running wild.

“They do it on purpose. Have to.” Toby said in the same tone rubbing his hands over his head. Your ass was perfectly round, barely covered on display, your tits pressed to Lauren’s back squished defining the word side boob, your skin looking incredibly smooth, moisturized with suncream reflecting in the sun.

“Yeah… they’re fit” Jobe said

“Jobe..” Jude said disapprovingly but then couldn’t hold in a loud laugh.

“Nah mate, you can’t look at my girl like that.” Trent laughed, covering Jobe's eyes dramatically. Wrapping his arms around him aggressively, toppling his body over with his. The boys all came back and laid dramatically on their chairs, towels, being loud, laughing, throwing things, the usual chaos that ensues when they congregate in any area. It wasn’t lost on you though that someone… had not gone back to their seat yet. You furrowed your brow a little confused and wet to peel yourself off Lauren but before you could you were plucked off her. Trent had grabbed you by your waist picking you abruptly. Your back pressed to his chest as your legs tried to kick loose.

“Sand! Sand! Sand!” You yelped “Ah ick! You’re wet and sandy! T, nooooo!” You yelled muddied in giggles.

“C’mon! You’re coming with me, yeah?” He said aloud, carrying you still. He eventually put you down and you turned around and slapped both your hands against his chest.

“That was… I’m all sandy now…” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, baby.” He said incredibly insincere with a big cheeky smile on his face. He wasn’t sorry at all. He enjoyed the whole thing from start to finish. You weren’t actually upset but you didn’t love that your whole back was now wet and sandy thanks to him. “I’ll make it up to you.” You just rolled your eyes with a smile as you tried to reach behind you to brush some of the sand off.

“Are we actually going somewhere?” You cooed standing close to him now using your towel to clean yourself up.

“Yeah, I need you to take care of me, you promised you would.” He said with a sly grin recalling your suggestive comment earlier. You just nodded and started to gather your stuff. Trent came over and laced his hand with yours. You didn’t bother with your dress again so you looked up at him ready to go just in your skimpy bikini. “You’re staying just like that f’me” Trent cooed pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Mmkay. Have plans?” You asked with a big smile. He just winked at you and your heart skipped a beat. Even after dating for so long he still flirted with you and made you giddy. It was the best feeling.

“We’re gonna head back for a little, not sure if we’ll come back down… erm text us or something when you decide dinner.” Trent said to the group swinging your hand in his back and forth, taking your bag out of your other hand for him to carry.

“So they’re all good now I guess..” Marcel said, shaking his head watching you and Trent start to walk back up the beach.

“They fucked before Trent met you in the water so I’d say so.” Lauren cooed not looking at the boys, smiling following your path.

“Well that’s nice. Glad to now know that lovely bit of information, Lauren. Happy he could make the time for us” George chuckled sarcastically. “Not a shot they’re coming back before dinner” rolling his eyes.

“Alright, cool. Have fun! Be safe!” Jude yelled out for you to hear, laughing at his own remark.

“They’re definitely all good.” Toby joined in with a mischievous grin on his face. The boys were all very well aware of what you two were going back for.

“That’s nice.” Jobe said genuinely, blissfully in ignorance.

You nuzzled into Trent giggling while he whispered in your ear all the ‘plans’ he had for you two when you got home.

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"I know someone who can"

(Part 3)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Cursing, Use of N-word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean, 'I Wanna Be Yours' By Arctic Monkeys, 'Love Songs' By Kaash Paige

Summary: Jaleel is trippin', Miles is mad, and you gotta fill your bestie in. That's pretty much it!

Prev: "Mami, who's calling you?"

Miles asked with slightly swollen lips. You grabbed your purse and reached inside for your phone, an slightly audible gasp came from your mouth when you saw the Caller ID.

"It's Jaleel."

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Miles seems slightly taken aback by what you just said. His mind had many questions, the main one being why was Jaleel calling you? But, he put all these questions on hold once he saw your face. You were clearly in distress, pacing around the room as the phone made a constant buzz, waiting for someone to interact with the call. He couldn't just let you feel this way, you clearly didn't wanna answer the phone. But, someone had to, right? This obviously wasn't just because Miles wanted to flex being there for you when Jaleel couldn't, no that was not the case at all...

"Gimme the phone, mama."

Miles' calming tone broke you out of your infectious thoughts. You looked over at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he was serious. You walked over to your phone hesitantly before grabbing the phone and throwing it to Miles, he caught it with one hand, not even looking due to his spidey-senses. Show off... He was staring you in the eyes the whole time, looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. When he saw none, he took the cue to answer the phone, but not before putting Jaleel on speaker.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, why are you on her phone? Where's Y/n at?"

"You don't gotta worry about that no more, lil bro. You fucked up your whole relationship with her, remember?"

"Nigga, that's none of your busine-"

"Nah, it is my business because she's my business. You were acting like an ass and she left you, you never deserved her anyway."

"Hol on, she never left me. What the fuck are you talking about, bro?"

"Well if she didn't, she's leaving you now. Lose her number, bye."

"Let me talk to he-"

*Click*

Miles jumped off his bed and walked over to you, hugging you from behind.

"There you go, now you'll never have to worry about him talking to you again."

You nod, and he kisses your temple.

"Lemme know if he tries to contact you again, I'll venom strike his phone."

This makes you chuckle, which causes Miles to smile. You two just stayed in the warm hug, not wanting to question the relationship yet. You know that you just kissed him, but you still don't know if you and Miles are dating! You felt it was best to just not address it right now since the moment that the two of you were having was so nice. That was until you got a text, the familiar buzz of your phone made you subconsciously reach for it, checking the notification seeing it was your mom.

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Mother Dearest 😒💞

It's almost your curfew, did you leave from that lil boy house yet?

9:21 pm

Omw rn. I left his btw, I'm at Miles'.

9:22 pm

Good, I never liked him and his nappy dreads anyway 😒

9:23 pm

😭😭 MOM

9:24 pm. Read.

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You clicked your phone off and placed it back into your purse, releasing yourself from the behind hug. You put your purse on and turned to face Miles.

"I gotta go, you wanna walk me home?"

"No, I wanna drive you home. We're in a New York winter right now, I'm not walking around outside when I have a choice not to!"

Miles said, animated. He looked at you like you were crazy and you shook your head, laughing.

"My bad."

You walked over to his doorway and put your shoes on, you began to open Miles' bedroom door but not without him gently removing your hand and placing it on your side. You looked over at him confused, until he opened the door and ushered you out, saying...

"Ladies first."

He smiled at you flirtatiously, before grabbing two jackets hanging on the coat rack. One was a black, north face puffer jacket, and the other was a gray, nike puffer jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion.

"I didn't bring a jacket."

"I know, but you need one."

He said before handing you the gray, nike puffer jacket. You smiled graciously from the affection that Miles was giving you.

"Thank you."

"Of course, mi preciosa."

(My precious)

You and Miles put on your jackets and he brought his hand down to yours, intertwining your fingers. You felt like a million butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach just from this small gesture. Why does he have this affect on me...? You thought. The jacket smelled just like the cologne Miles always wears. This made you smile a little bit, you felt safe in his essence. Miles led you over to the living room where his parents were sitting.

"Dad, can you give us a ride to Y/n's house?"

Miles asked. His parents turned around on the sofa and took notice of your guys' hands. Rio excitedly shook her husband's shoulders like a girl in middle school, telling her friends a secret. Jeff returned the excitement by turning to his wife, smiling extremely hard. Miles grimaced at his parent's immature actions.

"Guys, please don't make it weird! We just need a ride, please."

Miles said, sighing. Jeff got up excitedly, grabbing his coat.

"Yea, c'mon lovebirds. Let's go."

"Please don't call us that."

Miles said before shutting his front door, making you smile.

"I dunno, I think it has a nice ring to it."

You joked, making Miles groan. You 3 walked down the stairs of Miles' apartment complex. Once the two of you get into the car, Miles offers you an airpod. You excitedly accepted and relaxed to the calm, melodic tones of the song 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean. You two listened to about 5 more songs and you were finally at your house. You handed Miles his airpod and he told you to wait there as he got out of the car, at first you didn't know what he was doing but he came to your side and opened your car door.

"Bye, Mr. Morales!"

"Bye, hun. Don't forget to tell your Mom I said hi!"

Miles grabbed your hand and walked you to the doorstep of your house. You began to take off the jacket he provided until he stopped you with his voice.

"Keep it."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am, mami."

You chuckled a little bit.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

Miles said, playfully shoving you.

"I'm not laughing at you, dumbass. I'm just really happy that you care about me so much, I don't really get this type of treatment from guys a lot. Thanks."

You say, looking up into his eyes. He looked back into yours, noticing the light glare in them from the moonlight behind him. He thought he was gonna pass out from how beautiful your brown skin looked in the moonlight. It provided the most elegant contrasting of colors and light, only something a true artist like himself would notice. He also saw the way your lips were still slightly swollen from the previous makeout session, they also had a moisture to them. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until his dad ruined it.

*Beep*

"Will you two stop staring at each other and ring the doorbell? I'm freezing out here."

You two laughed at his dad's tone, Miles let go of your hand to ring your mom's doorbell. He had a sad puppy dog look on his face, already feeling like he was separated from you. He truly didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to once the door swung open to reveal your mom in her bonnet and pajamas.

"Oh, hey Miles. How's school going? You still doing your little art thing?"

Your mother said, trying to engage in small talk with the teenage boy in front of her. Miles smiled before answering enthusiastically.

"School's been alright, I keep my grades up so I can't complain. My art is still going good, I'm still in my AP classes."

"Oh, well that's good. I didn't know Y/n was gonna go to your house, I'm glad she prefers you over that other ugly lil boy. You two would look way better as a couple anyway, I can set you up if you want."

Your mother said as she winked at Miles.

"I'm literally right here."

Your mother chuckled and Miles grabbed your hand, kissing it before saying...

"Goodnight, Y/n."

He then walked away and got into his father's car. He left your mother squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl as you walked in the house. You playfully rolled your eyes, smirking.

"It's not that big of a deal, ma."

"Uh huh, sure. That boy wants to get with you! He's arguably better than Jaleel anyway."

"I agree with that, I broke up with him."

"Oh, so you finally listened to your mother, huh? It's about time. Y/n Morales has a better ring to it than Y/n Barker, Jaleel got a ugly last name."

You chuckled at your Mom's boldness.

"So, I know that's not the jacket you left my house with, is it Miles'?"

"Yes."

Your mom instantly grinned, before walking over to your fridge. Taking out a bottle of water for herself.

"Have fun with your new man."

She said teasingly. You playfully shook your head and began to walk down the hallway to your bedroom, still smiling from the previous events with Miles.

"Mr. Morales said hi, by the way."

You shouted from down the hall. You felt ready to end the day with it being 10 pm. You placed your Miles' jacket onto your coat hook on your bedroom door before closing it.

You walked over to your pajama drawer, pulling out an oversized white tee and some turquoise Perry the Platypus sleep shorts. You put them on and put the clothes you were previously wearing in the hamper. You plopped onto your bed and grapped your phone from your purse that was sitting on your nightstand. You saw a text notification from your best friend, K'Nyah. (Kuh-Ni-Yuh)

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Ny Ny 😝💞

Heyyy, baeeee 🤑

10:01 pm

Heyyyy!

10:02 pm

Im bored, u wanna ft?

10:03 pm

Yeaaaa, I got sum stuff to tell u anyway

10:04 pm. Read.

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You open your FaceTime app and click K'Nyah's contact. You open your airpod case and they automatically connect. You place one into your right ear and within 2 rings, K'Nyah answers.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, so what u gotta tell me? It better be good, there's been a drama drought in 2024."

"You're literally a whole ass mess."

You chuckle.

"Yep, sure am. Now tell me what happened."

"So basically I had got into this little argument with Jaleel."

"Good, never liked his ass anyway. Go on."

"After we argued I was walking home and Miles saw me walking, he took me to his house and was tryna comfort me and then..."

"Then what?"

"We kinda kissed."

"WHAT?!"

"Yea, and it was really great. I feel like he cares about me like nobody else does and he gave me his coat since I didn't have one."

"You're fucking lying, show me right now."

You panned the camera over to your bedroom door with the gray jacket on the hook. You heard K'Nyah gasp.

"Yes, Finally! Bro when I'm telling you the whole ass friend group was waiting for yall to get together...I mean that. Like everybody talks about yall."

"Well that's the problem, I don't exactly know if we're together or not. I mean we kissed and it was like a whole makeout, girl. Plus he was hugging me and shit, and he kissed me goodnight in front of my mom!"

"So, where is this supposed to tell me that yall AREN'T dating?"

"I dunno, we never really established it. He answered a phone call from Jaleel and told him that I was his business but I just don’t know. That could mean anything."

"And you talking about me being a mess..."

"K'Nyah!"

"Ok, ok. My bad. But, you gotta talk to him tomorrow at school. When you do, fill me in after. I literally can't wait to give Jaleel the silent treatment tomorrow because you already know he gon' be asking me why you not talking to him."

She chuckled.

"You're so messy."

You laughed.

"Alright, well ima go to bed. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

*Click*

You sighed, putting your airpod back into it's case and placing your phone onto the charger. You put your bonnet on and grabbed your remote, turning on SpongeBob. You let the cartoon be a quiet lullaby as you laid down, dozing off into sleep. While you were laying down, one question plagued your mind...Are you and Miles dating?

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