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elliesdoll · 9 months ago

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pt.2 to my angsty loser!ellie drabble 𝜗𝜚

nsfw! ellie gets caught and that’s literally it. i hate this so bad but it’s whateva

(part 3 will have lesbian gay lesbian boob vagina butt sex i promise. no more ellie masturbating)

find pt.1 here! & pt.3 here :3

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after ellie’s pathetic masturbation sesh, she vowed to herself to fucking pull it together.

she wasn’t gonna let herself mope over you, because she knew you had an active sex life. she forced herself to be fine with it. to be fine with the people you decided to bring to your bed. she wanted to be near you without feeling this suffocating feeling of yearning and lust filling her insides.

and if that meant tucking her feelings to the deepest pits of hell, then so fucking be it.

a few weeks had passed since that little moment you and ellie had. the one where she had showed up to your house in the middle of you hooking up with someone.

the morning after, she has awoken to a string of texts from you, all apologizing for that awkward moment.

11:34pm

ellie i’m so sorry you had to see me like that. i didn’t mean to come off rude.

i wanted to go after you but i couldn’t really leave her alone in my house lol

els?

i’m really sorry. i hope u don’t think you can’t come to my house ever again ☹️ i actually thought it was sweet you showed up like that.

2:12am

goodnight ellie. i hope things aren’t awkward between us.

god, you made her feel awful. you were too fucking sweet to her. the way you never missed a single night when telling her goodnight, even after something like that. she rubbed her swollen face, mainly from crying, and typed a short message to you.

9:47am

hey, sorry for rushing away like that. idk why i did that lmfao

and things aren’t awkward at all, i shouldn’t have just showed up unnanounced

no els seriously! you should do that more often. tbh i wanted to hang out with you more than that girl… but yk i couldn’t 💔💔

she smiled at your kind text, glad that you two could just put it behind yourselves. her moment of relief was quickly replaced by disgust, when she saw the state of herself and her bed. her inner thighs sticky with dried cum, and her sheets below her still damp with all the extra release.

“gross..” she mumbled to herself, getting up and immediately throwing on some boxers and a tshirt, feeling way too vulnerable being naked like that. she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, then threw her sheets in the wash.

since then, you two have been fine. you do your weekly hangout sessions, where you grab food and talk about anything for hours on end. it’s almost as if nothing happened.

until one of your sleepovers.

you always convinced ellie to spend the night at your house, at least every other week. whenever it’d get dark outside and ellie would start to get up, you’d give her that irresistible pout and “ughhh, c’mon els.. just spend the night. it’s too dark out for you to go home.”

and every damn time, she agreed. how could she ever say no to you?

one night, you and ellie are high out of your minds, talking about god knows what. all giggly and soft, you two exchange jokes and stories that really make no sense. but, to you two, it’s the funniest thing in the world. after a laughing fit between the two of you, you wipe your tears and sigh.

“god, i love you.”

you say, still catching your breath from that tummy tensing laugh. the words were just an expression of admiration for her. but to ellie, they were so much more.

“i love you too.”

she says, looking you in the eyes. she’s high, so she’s not thinking too hard about how sincere she sounds. but she really should’ve, because that soft tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes make it sound way too fucking real.

“woah,” you let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. “that was a bit theatrical.”

“wh..what do you mean?”

ellie asks, getting a bit nervous. she’s not her usual, stuttery self though. she keeps it together. thanks to the weed.

“just the way you said i love you. it felt like… deep.”

you move your hands as you talk, and ellie just shrugs. but she knows she’s fucked. before she could stop her feelings from resurfacing, she gets that familiar tingle in her belly and pounding of her heart.

“shut up,” she rolls her eyes, trying to play it off.“you’re dramatic.”

her voice wavered with those last words. fuck, her voice wavered. why did she feel like she was gonna have a breakdown any second now? she had to get the hell away from you.

“gotta piss. be back in a bit.”

ellie says quickly, so quick you don’t even have time to retort to her calling you dramatic. you just sit there, confused. you could’ve sworn you heard some uncertainty in her voice, but you let her go.

meanwhile, ellie made a beeline for your bathroom. she shut the door and leaned her head against the wood. she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. the fact that she felt the most intense feeling that she couldn’t even describe over a mere “i love you” had her cringing.

she just couldn’t get over you. the entire night, she tried her best not to think about how good your tits looked in your pajama top, or how badly she wanted to just shove her face into your ass in those little shorts.

her thinking over these details led to the predicament that she’s in right now. sweatpants around her knees, legs slightly spread as she rubs one out while leaned up against your bathroom sink. her eyes are shut and her head is thrown back, letting out the quietist grunts she could muster.

she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she promised herself that she would stop. but god, you made it hard. she was so wet, it made her cheeks flush red. the simple thought of you had her literally dripping around her own fingers.

you were still in your room, biting your thumbnail as you wait for ellie. you start to get worried, thinking you made her upset by commenting on how she said ‘i love you’. so, you being the thoughtful friend you are, go to check on her.

you quietly walk to the bathroom, putting your ear against the door. you were going to knock and mutter a little “els? are you okay?”, but the sounds you heard made you lose all the words in your mouth.

soft, sharp inhales and tiny sticky noises is all you can hear through the door. it’s a bit hard to listen to, since the soft buzz of the yellow light in there overpowers it. what the hell is she doing in there?

you knew this was wrong. an invasion of privacy to the max. but your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you were worried. you put your hand on the doorknob and slightly twisted it, not expecting it to open. but it did.

did ellie forget to lock the door?

ellie doesn’t hear the soft click of the door opening, too lost in her own pleasure as she practically humps her own hand. it had been too fucking long since she could touch herself to the thought of you. her only guilty pleasure.

her head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her clit at a shockingly fast pace. and you saw it all. you had opening the door just enough for half of your face to see through the opened crack. your whole body froze at the sight in front of you.

she was so captivating. her face looking all fucked out, her pale thighs that were so tensed up, the shininess of her slick that smeared on the heel of her palm. even the quick glimpses of her gorgeous auburn bush that you could see if her hoodie rode up enough.

your tummy felt weird. first, you felt guilty for eavesdropping on your best friend. second, you were confused why the fuck ellie decided now would be the best time to masturbate. third, you were turned on. disgustingly turned on, at that.

a few seconds of watching ellie made your panties get all sticky and wet, and that burning hot feeling in your lower belly. you couldn’t look away.

“ohh, fuck— please,”

your brain short circuited hearing ellie say that. god, she was so lost in her own pleasure. so lost that she accidentally knocked over your toothbrush and hand soap on the sink, causing her to jolt and snap her eyes open.

she looks down at the bottle of soap and toothbrush that landed in front of the bathroom door. the door that’s cracked. her eyes shoot up, and there’s where she sees a glimpse of you running away. a quick flash, but she knew it was you.

she is so fucked.

I HATE RHISNSO BAD RRRR😡

btw i finished this literally like 3 days ago and didn’t wanna post it hut i did anyway ☺️☺️

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bovineblogger · 10 days ago

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that asker shouldn't have said anything because thanks to him I am now dedicating all of my meager spiritual energy to turning you into an African water buffalo at 2:34pm on august 22 2025

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peppertoastuniverse · 2 months ago

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more than a late night snack – gojo satoru chapter 8: strawberry shortcake

contents: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru & reader, ieri shoko & reader, extreme friendship, swearing, fluff, gojo just being a brat, jealous!gojo, gojo calls you babe.

summary: when gojo finds that he’s surprisingly irritated observing your growing friendship with geto, ieri has some advice for him. wc: 6.2k

“but seriously next time I get to choose the movie – “ “oh big talk coming from the guy who chose the movie where we both instantly fell asleep.” gojo raises an eyebrow, falling asleep together? was there something that suguru wasn’t telling him? he told gojo everything, what would there be to hide – unless.. and you, the playfulness in your tone – he’s never heard you like this before.

previous chapter ll master list ll next chapter

gojo sighs heavily, his lonely footsteps echoing down the dark hallway. a week long mission alone? pfff easy – it was a mere grade 2 but the real difficulty lay in fighting the never ending boredom. if someone – shoko or suguru or you – were there with him it would’ve been way more fun. he wouldn’t have had to rely on watching shitty hotel tv or playing snake on his phone for the hundredth time. gojo was restless, he wanted something to do, someone to talk to, someone to bother. a specific someone.

reaching in to his pocket for his phone, he feels the cool beads of his matching phone charm. and he thinks about you.

would you be up right now? maybe he should go see you, say hi, hear your voice again - no, no – it’s too late, you must be trying to sleep.

lately, gojo realises that he easily found you in almost everything. while he was on his mission his thoughts often wandered to you: how would’ve enjoyed the oden he had at that small booth in takayama. when he took a photo of his meal and sent it to you, he couldn’t help his satisfied smile when you uncharacteristically responded quickly, asking where he got it from. he made a mental note to remember the stall to bring you one day. he thought about you when he passed the ads in town of the sequel to that sci-fi movie you mentioned last week, maybe you would watch it with him. he thought that time when he carried you to bed as he lathered his hands with the hotel room soap, lavender in the air – another reminder of you.

over the past couple of weeks, gojo was happy to see that you were returning to your usual self. he wasn’t sure what changed but he was happy that you had that light in your eyes return. you smiled when you talked to ieri in class again, laugh loudly when you would tease geto again and playfully roll your eyes and scoff at his comments again. he was even more pleased that you started responding to his texts more often, sure there were usually only a few words in response – but it was still something.

opening his flip phone, he checks his messages hopefully:

gojo: b <3 what u doingggg (2:31pm) omg so boring here (2:34pm) hehe look at this looks like a butt [image] (2:31pm) ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡ gross gojo (3:45pm) gojo: ( • ᴖ • ｡) wyddddd (3:47pm)

♡ grumpy lil babe ♡ reading (3:50pm) gojo: what r u reading (4:15pm) do u miss me yet??? (4:23pm) dw im heading home soon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (4:23pm) ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡: be safe (4:30pm) gojo: dw b, im the strongest ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ im the best the most handsome (4:25pm) ♡ grumpy lil babe ♡: stop gojo (4:30pm)

a reverberating thud followed by a familiar muffled laugh interrupts his thoughts, bringing him back to the dark hallway.

what was that?

“suguruuuu! stop – i swear to god, i’m going to murder–“ a playful muffled voice.

eh? it was definitely coming from next door. was that.. was that you and suguru?

your door promptly opens, warm light spilling out into the darkness of the hallway. gojo sees the surprising sight of his best friend exiting your room/

what was he doing there at this hour? usually you’d be trying to sleep at this time.

why were you up?

“but seriously next time I get to choose the movie – “

“oh big talk coming from the guy who chose the movie where we both instantly fell asleep.”

gojo raises an eyebrow, falling asleep together? was there something that suguru wasn’t telling him? he told gojo everything, what would there be to hide – unless.. and you, the playfulness in your tone – he’s never heard you like this before.

“oh really? if I can recall, you said quote “that was the best nap ever, suguru!!” when you woke up.” geto’s smug voice light with laughter, pitched up playfully mimicking your intonation.

gojo moves closer to source of the lively chatter, finding geto stalling by the threshold of your room, dressed down in comfortable clothes, loose hair, with a soft smile on his face.

gojo would’ve laughed at his strangely accurate impression of you if he didn’t feel his blood pressure rising, sourness coating his stomach, acidic and fuming. what were you and suguru doing in there? were you - “i didn’t say it like that, dumbass!” you scoff “that was only because I had just come back from yokohama but you have no excuse –" "dude you were snoring so lou –“, he hears the shuffle of your feet as you move closer to pinch geto’s arm before stopping, noticing him. “ouch! don’t pinch me – oh hey satoru!” geto turns to greets him, rubbing his arm, eyes shooting you a bemused eyebrow quirk. geto’s methodical amethyst eyes quickly sweep over gojo’s tall frame, a smile adorns his face as he confirms that his best friend is predictably unharmed.

your head pops out of side of your door, dressed in comfortable pajamas, hair messy and tousled falling over your eyes.

“oh hi, gojo.” you say nonchalantly, eyes flickering to his face before quickly looking back at geto, “sugu, next time don’t forget the snacks,” you say with a slight pout.

“okay, okay. I wont next time, promise.” geto says shaking his head with a smile, “how was the mission, satoru? simple?” he conversationally adds, smacking gojo’s shoulder.

“easy as usual … and what were you guys up to tonight?” his eyebrows wiggle, “ha babe, if we’re going to share – I want suguru on monday to –“

“pfff gojo, he’s not a child of divorce.”

gojo doesn’t miss the way you dodge his question.

he whines your name, “do we need to take this to court?”

a cheeky smirk dances on your lips, “you just want suguru to call you daddy.”

geto snorts before meeting your eyes in a shared mischievous glee that gojo doesn’t miss to his annoyance.

gojo’s eyes twinkle in return easily matching your mischief, “oooh babe, does that mean you’re momm–“

“good night, suguru.” you deadpan, rolling your eyes in gojo’s direction. he feels his geto’s eyes burning a hole through the side of his face, his smug smile is a bit too knowing for gojo’s liking, prompting a questioning look from latter.

“whaaaaaat?” he says exasperatedly. here we go again. suguru with his bullshit.

gojo hates it when he gets like this, all high and mighty like geto was privy to a secret. “you’re an idiot you know that?”

“sugu, just out with it.” he sighs, hands weaving through his hair.

“y’know satoru, there’s easier ways to get their attention without being annoying.” geto says tilting his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, dude.“ slender arms crossing his chest as gojo glances at your closed door.

geto rolls his eyes at his best friend’s stubbornness. for someone blessed with the six eyes, he was really blind.

“i’m just saying, man.” geto says smacking gojo’s shoulder as he passes, heading into his room to the right of gojo’s.

narrowed blue eyes follow geto’s receding figure before turning the doorknob to his own entrance way and strolls in, huffing as he walks in. what did suguru know anyway?

you sighed as you opened your door, tossing your school bag on your desk without a care. you stretched with a groan, rolling your shoulder to ease the tension that your fatigued body carried throughout the day. it was nearing the end of a long week – extra practices and lessons coupled with the shorter days of the autumn left you feeling more fatigued that usual. but despite the creeping darkness of the day, you felt lighter. you were sleeping better than ever – you were thankful that you didn’t have as many nightmares as before. perhaps it had to do with the growing comfortability you felt with ieri, geto and gojo. you remember the conversation you had with gojo: he was right, it was weird having friends. it still surprised you when geto would call you out of the blue or when ieri would get an extra coffee just for you. when you didn’t have anyone you had more time, more peace –loneliness cushioning your pounding thoughts. but recently you found that you were busier than ever. ieri would want you to accompany her into town because she wanted your opinion on the new lipsticks that just came out. you’d laugh when she bought both anyway. geto would gently knock on your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk with him on the school grounds, listening intently as you told him about your day. gojo would constantly text you sending you photos of anything that he thought would make you laugh or he would pop by whenever he pleased, moaning about being bored or wanting a cuddle with bun bun. you always had someone to talk to, voices in your head being replaced with boisterous laughter.

stretching out on your bed, you stared at the ceiling wondering what ieri was up to. maybe you’d call her to see if she wanted to do something.

you flip open your phone to check your messages, unconsciously playing with the black beads of your phone charm. on your screen you hum as you see the usual messages from gojo which you ignore in favour for the one from ieri.

ieri shoko: come w us to that café I was talking about at break (5:04pm) btw us is satoru, sugu, me n u come, don’t b boring (5:15pm)

ah. right. she mentioned to you that she wanted to try that cozy café in shibuya that she saw, the one with the cute lights and the pretty drinks.

you: what time? (5:17pm) ieri shoko: in 30 (5:18pm)

getting up with a groan you begin to get ready, the promise of a matcha latte energizing you.

after appropriately layering up to match the fall weather, you hear your doorknob turn -

“heyyyy, y’ready or what?” your head whips to the tall white haired disturbance.

“would it kill you to knock, gojo?” you snap, your hands buttoning up your coat.

“I did! but you were taking too long!” gojo grins, moving into your room, swinging his arms, rocking back and forth on his feet.

“what if I was changing or something?”

he smiles brashly, “heh, then that’d be even better– “

you roll your eyes. “don’t you dare finish that sentence, gojo, ugh.” lips pursing.

his slender hands up in defense, “im just joking, babe – really! how low is your opinion of me” he pouts, his whole body drooping at your expression, “I wouldn’t do that to you, I swear.’ he hastily says trying to rectify of your unmoving frown and unimpressed stare.

“…you forgot this, by the way. “ ah, that’s where it went. he gently holds out your scarf bundled up in his left hand, caressing as if it was a secret shared between the two of you.

“you uh, left it on my desk the last time..” he mutters, moving closer to you, he takes the scarf in his hands and drapes the soft fabric around you, a hug he didn’t have the courage yet to give you. “.. are you feeling better now..?” you hum, trying to distract yourself from the sudden wave of nervousness you feel. the combined softness of the scarf around your exposed neck and the strange tenderness of his gaze was enough to make you feel unsteady. “mhm, yeah much better – i can breathe again, all thanks to you.” he says brightly, blue eyes focused on your scarf. looking up at him, you couldn’t help but notice how close he was, the air in your room growing heavier when electricity. you observe how his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, trying to recreate the exact way you wore your scarf in sapporo. he had a freckle on the side of his left cheek – you hadn’t noticed that. you wonder what it’d feel like against your palms or against your lips, if your fingers traced his lips would it remind you of the way –

what was wrong with you? you almost cringe at your own intrusive thoughts – this was gojo. the dumb boy who poked your cheeks to get your attention, who loudly teased you about the stupidest things, making your head spin with ridiculous requests and crazy plans of mischief. satoru gojo: just another boy, just like everyone else, just another dumb boy. satoru.

he senses your stare, meeting your eyes, “hm?” “you good? it looks like you’re in pain or something.” “i..uh, yeah.” you clear your throat, leaning closer to him. “uh, i’m good, are you good?” his eyes flicker to your lips. soft. pretty.

“m’ good.” he smiles at you. you wish he wouldn’t. “ta da! now you won’t get cold anymore.” he softly grins, remembering how you shivered in sapporo. he wouldn’t mind having to warm up again though he thinks, the admittance simultaneously confusing him and bringing him comfort. you hum, looking up at him. his hands still holding the ends of your scarf around your neck, hands unable to let go. “y’know, babe.. I–“ a soft knock on your door.

“that’s probably them,” you whisper, still staring at him. “mhm, we should go,” his hands dropping hesitantly from your scarf, moving to brush some hair out of your face. you close your eyes sighing, you didn’t know what was going on with you – lately you’ve been more willing to withstand gojo’s company. you found yourself laughing more around him, not even minding his crude jokes and annoying pouts.

this was uncharted territory for you – having friends, having anyone – you had to be careful. now you had something to lose, you had to be prepared for the inevitable. your hands twitch at the thought of his.

“I told you sugu, it’s because you keep eating that kimchi, it’s gone off I swear – “

“– uh huh, you sure about that? i gave you some the other day and you didn’t have any stomach issues –“

gojo ears perk up hearing your playful tone, watching you and geto walk in front of him and ieri. the autumn sun low and waning, doing little to warm his pale face. he thinks the cold weather is the reason why his fists keep clenching.

were you and geto always this close? when did this happen, do you and geto hang out all the time or something? when did he miss that? gojo has to remind himself to loosen his tightening jaw as watches as your hand gesture wildly as happily chat with geto, a cute bounce in your step. “- and then yaga told me, that if he finds out that it was you and suguru that switched all the sugar and salt in the kitchens again that he’s going to shave both of your heads, so maybe lay low for a couple of weeks.” ieri sighs, tucking her cold hands into her pocket beside him.

half listening, gojo irritatedly tousling his hair while mumbling something incoherently.

“gojo, what did i just say?” she glaces at him, his uncharacteristic silence deafening.

he sighs before putting on a thin smile. “that suguru and I should lay low even though I swear – it was babe who switched it this time.”

“okay, then what died?” ieri asks amused at gojo’s stony expression, his usual bouncy stride heavy and stiff with the weight of something unspoken. “what are you talking about?” he asks as ieri rolls her eyes, “I can sense your cursed energy going off the rails.”

“eh? nothing!” he waves his hand, attempting to brush away his intruding thoughts. “everything’s fine and dandy, boo! you keep thinking of me though, do you like me or something because – “ ierri’s nostrils flare, she quickly curls her hand into a first before roughly punching gojo’s shoulder, earning her a satisfying whine.

she hates when gojo does this, trying to mask his feelings when it was so easy to read him. who did he think he was he fooling? subtly was never in the cards for gojo, he too up too much space, he was unapologetic in every sense. why couldn’t he be honest with himself? she scoffs, having no patience for his nonsense. “whatever you say, dude – “ she says reaching over to take his glasses from his face.

“how come you always beat me up, shoko!” he complains, rubbing his eyes.

“because you deserve it.” she says, putting on his dark glasses on her, side eying gojo’s thinly veiled smile and fidgeting hands as he watches you and geto walk closer together, laughter fading in the background.

shoko stops abruptly, stopping gojo with her arm. she tilts gojo’s glasses down her nose with a pointed look. “what?” he asks, turning to fully face her. “satoru – if you like them, just tell them.” “what? what are you talking – “ “don’t play around, satoru. im serious.” she looks into his blue eyes. “shoko, I have no idea what you’re talking about.“ this dumbass. she tsks. taking off his glasses to put them back onto his face. “im not playing around –“ “then, be straightforward with them, if you don’t youre going to hurt –“ gojo scoffs impatiently, pushing his glasses up “i would never hurt them,” mild offence coating his words. “i know you won’t mean to but sometimes you’re reckless. even if you have good intentions, it doesn’t mean that your actions wouldn’t hurt someone, yourself included.” ieri says adjusting her coat, her sigh weighing heavy in the air. “whatever it is, just don’t be more of an idiot today – they’re just friends.” she states plainly watching you sneakily collect the falling gingko leaves, attempting to tuck them into geto’s bun without him noticing. your eyes sparkling when you catch ieri’s eye, a mischievous smile prominent. it didn’t look like just friends to him as he watches you animatedly talk to geto, teasing smile on your face, soft hands generous with your touch casually slapping his arm as geto turns to you softly laughing.

“yeah… everyone’s friends,” gojo mumbles, eyes stormy behind his glasses, arms crossing against his chest.

“satoru, seriously –“ she starts, her name serves as an interruption silencing ieri’s rant.

“shoko!” you call out again, smile still prominent on your face as you turn back to get her attention. ieri watches as geto takes hair down to brush the leaves out of his hair. he mumbles something exasperatedly before retying his bun up, bangs blowing softly in the gentle breeze. “which one is it again?” “just the one on the corner at the very end!” she shouts back as you and geto look up at the signs of the small cafes lining the street. ieri chuckles as she catches a glimpse of geto trying to sneakily put some leaves into your scarf.

gojo cant help but take in your face, flushing from the cold. he notices the way your eyes reflect the light of the shop windows. he liked the gentle way you would bounce on your feet when you saw something in the shop windows that peaked your interest, a small hand grabbing geto’s elbow to halt his long stride to point something out. he suddenly didn’t feel so hungry anymore. watching you and geto he felt like his stomach was filling of something that he didn’t understand, but far too acidic and harsh to be pleasant. the longer he stared, he couldn’t help but let it consume him.

ieri abruptly nudges him, “– hey, stop staring, we’re here.” she mumbles, seeing you slowly approach gojo with a curious look.

ieri swiftly flashes gojo a shit eating grin that he doesn’t catch, before joining geto inside the café, the bell of the door jingling announcing her leave.

“hm, what’s with the face?” you ask him, waiting for him at the entrance. “why? you’ve been staring?” he puckering up his lips playfully, the sound of your voice easing the acidity. “nope.” you easy answer, looking at him as if trying to study gojo’s face. He holds the door open for both of you, “you’re just weirdly quiet.. what are you planning?”

how to kill suguru without you noticing.

he grins stalely, easily masking the lump growing in this throat, “nothing, nothing. why babe, thinking y’thinking ‘bout me?”

he leans closely to your face, taking advantage of the limited time he has with you. your eyes widen at his sudden closeness, cheeks flushing in surprise. “hmm, what’s with the face, babe?” he mocks, looking into your wide eyes. “it’s a face of disgust,” you answer weakly, “you should be used to it now.” rolling your eyes as you turn around to easily slot behind ieri and geto in line who were busy chatting thoughtfully about the menu. the café was small but cozy, wooden accents contrasting between cool black metal. there was an aesthetically pleasing drinks menu and a beautiful case filled with various pastries and cakes. it definitely suited ieri you thought. “suguru? could you just get me my usual please? I have to use the restroom.” you ask suguru in front of you, gently pulling the back of his jacket to get his attention. “do you want the almond milk this time or regular?” he asks, leaning down slightly to hear you better, still looking at the menu.

gojo can’t help but roll his eyes behind his glasses, foot tapping out an unfamiliar rhythm, jagged staccato echoing the heaviness in his heart. “maybe regular this time and ahh.. a slice of cake? whatever you think is good – you always know what to get anyway.” you say thoughtfully, unwrapping your scarf. “yeah, baby? can you get something for me too? you’re so big and so strong, maybe you can carry me to the table too – “

“gojo, I know for a fact you’d giggle like a school girl if suguru carried you. maybe for your birthday.” you shut his jabber down immediately, patting his shoulder patronizingly before making your way across the café to the bathrooms. geto narrows his eyes at gojo’s gaping at your back before turning his gaze to ieri who he catches biting her lip to stifle her laughter.

oh. oh this will be fun. catching shoko’s twinkling eyes, geto thinks it’s about time that gojo get the push he needs to figure this out.

“i can pick you up if that’s what you really want, satoru.” he purrs as he moves closer to gojo, ruffling his hair.

“shut up suguru.” he pouts, brushing moving away from his teasing grasp to order his food.

choosing the cozy banquet near the back of the cafe, you gaze out the window watching the sun go down. you slowly take off your coat, hands brushing your scarf, loose ginkgo leaves falling to the ground. your mind easily drifts to his soft hands brushed your hair away from your face.

why were you thinking about this? it’s just a stupid scarf, that smelled like his room – like him. you clear your throat. you had to get it together. stop it. “so, I was thinking,” ieri says brightly, plopping down in the seat next to you while balancing a plate with a rather large chocolate croissant, “ – did you wanna go shopping with me sometime next week?” “what did you want to get?” “a disposable camera. i think we should take some photos, I realised I don’t have any of us together.” says ieri nonchalantly, “and I’d rather have you all over my walls than these two.” she jerks her head at an approaching geto holding a slice of strawberry shortcake in each hand while a slightly less grumpy gojo trails behind him closely carrying a tray of various cake slices. geto smiles at you as he slides you your slice of cake, claiming the seat in front of you to gojo’s dismay.

ieri’s eyes widen at gojo’s diabetic feast. “eugh satoru, save some cake for the rest of japan.” ieri says, nose crinklling, watching gojo balancing 3 different slices of cake. it looked like a beautiful matcha one, a delicate tiramisu and a rich double chocolate layered cake. “see, that’s what I told him…” geto murmurs under his breath. “hey! I don’t say shit when you buy your magazines-“ he murmurs, demolishing a third of the matcha cake in a single bite. geto shoots gojo a disgusted look before turning to you and ieri, “our drinks are coming by the way, they’ll send someone over.” as he passes you a spoon as you thank him.

“so, babe. let’s get that camera next week, okay?” shoko teases, turning to you while chewing a piece of her chocolate croissant happily.

“eughhhh, if you don’t ever call me that again we can go.” you groan, taking a small bite out of your cake enjoying the light whipped cream pillowing the crisp fresh strawberries.

“hmm, I dunno…” geto playfully comments, “I think it suits you though, babe,” resting his cheek on his palm.

a clang echoes through the air. gojo’s fork falling noisily on his plate as he chokes on his mouthful of cake, it sliding heavily into his stomach settling like a rock.

you turn your head to gojo, “you okay gojo? don’t eat so quickly – chew!”

ieri has to turn around to stifle her giggles at gojo’s ridiculousness, shoulders shaking silently. she couldn’t wait to tease him about this tomorrow.

gojo coughs as geto pats his back roughly. “oh yeah babe, i’m just amazing.” gojo wheezes.

“and you, don’t fucking start.” you say rolling your eyes, kicking geto gently under the table.

“yeah sugu, only I get to call them that.” gojo grumbles, loud enough for only ieri to hear.

ieri’s snort announces the arrival of the table’s drinks – an iced hazelnut latte for ieri, a hojicha tea for geto, a triple hot chocolate with whipped cream for gojo and a matcha latte for yourself.

“shoko, what were you saying about yaga sensei wanting to shave our heads?” geto asks, passing you your drink carefully.

ieri snickers with a wolfish grin, “he told me before lunch. it’s because he thinks that you and satoru were the ones who switched the salt and sugar in the kitchens again. that’s why they just had instant ramen and those pork buns for lunch today.”

you laugh. “good. the kitchens need to taste their food more or something, that oyakodon needed way more season–“ “aww, satoru, cmon.” geto moans.

you turn your head to catch gojo reaching over and triumphantly taking the large strawberry decorating the top of geto’s cake, popping it into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

“you have like 3 pieces of cake, and you still want some of mine?” geto smacks gojo’s shoulder unimpressed. judging by his deadpan voice combined with the looseness of his shoulders, you think that geto’s used to this behaviour from his misbehaving puppy – silent disappointment colouring his words.

“it’s okay you can have mine. here -“ gojo watches you with wide eyes as you gently scoop your strawberry off of your half eaten cake with your spoon with an irritating sense of causality, like you’ve done this a thousand times before. you lean across the table to lifting the spoon up to geto’s mouth.

he pulls away with a slight frown on his face, searching your face, calling your name. “y’sure? i know you love strawberries...” “s’okay, sugu.” you mention nonchalantly, moving the spoon closer to his mouth. “I want you to have it, you paid for it anyway.” ieri grips the glass of her iced hazelnut latte before quickly taking a sip through the paper straw, not trusting herself from bursting out laughing. her brown eyes dart to a frozen gojo, mouth etched into a hard line, leg bouncing up and down irritatingly watching the scandalous scene unfold. ieri knew that you and geto were just friends, close friends in fact but nothing more. she would have had some sympathy for gojo, but after weeks of catching him staring in your direction or catching how his ears would perk up when ieri casually mentioned you in passing. she’d even asked him outright if he had any sort of feelings towards you to which he always brushed off, claiming that ieri was watching too many romance dramas. she had enough – this was getting painfully ridiculous. with a scoff ieri thought that in this light, jealousy looked good on him. it would do him some good.

sensing geto’s hesitation, you say with a bit of bite to your tone “dude, im sure. just take it – or do I have to start making airplane noises for you?” geto scoffs at your impatience. he allows you to gently guide your spoon into his awaiting mouth, “mhm, thanks –“ geto hums chewing on fruit.

ieri thinks she might cry trying to hold in her laughter at gojo’s murderous pout.

he turning his best friend, moving his bangs out of his face, “holy shit, satoru I forgot to tell you – in roppongi last week – “ gojo watched you at the corner of his eye lick off the rest of the whipped cream on the spoon, moving to take another spoonful of your cake, engaged in a conversation with ieri about your new training regimen that yaga implemented.

occasionally you look over at gojo, his dark glasses covering his stormy eyes, his slender fingers drumming restlessly against the countertops. regardless of what he said when you entered the café, it seemed like something was on his mind.

what was he thinking about? was he okay? “– I don’t know man,” geto continues, “you can’t just do whatever you want like that. at least call him yaga sensei, no wonder he automatically assumes you’re –“

“ah… do we not have napkins?” your voice rings out, cutting through the static.

“oh– I can, grab some if –“ geto starts, moving to get up.

“no, no – i’ll get some for you don’t worry!” he shoots up enthusiastically walking across the cafe, cutting geto off rudely.

“oh – ah. thanks.”

geto forces down a smirk and shoots a pointed look at ieri. look at this idiot go, eh?

ieri rolls her eyes in response, hand shooting up to cover her mouth to prevent a laugh escaping. I know. I told him to cool it. dumbass.

“here, babe.” gojo returns, handing you a few napkins.

“thanks.” you smile softly at him as your fingers brush his. geto notices gojo’s lingering stare as you wipe your lips with a napkin. “hey, shoko?” geto calls wearing an enigmatic smile as he sips the last of his tea,“didn’t you want to grab some cigarettes?”

“right!” ieri’s eyes light up, catching on quickly, slightly disappointed at geto’s saintly behaviour, she wanted to see gojo suffer just a bit more. “yeah, I’ve just run out. since we’re finished, let’s go grab some really quick.”

you nod, folding your napkin, “mhm, call us when you’re done.” “we’ll see you in a bit!” geto says over his shoulder, as you wave at them. geto smiles at how gojo easily slides into his seat in front of you, shaking his head in amusement. “how’s your cake, babe?” gojo asks leaning towards you, scraping his spoon against the dainty plate to catch the remnants of the chocolate ganache. “really good, actually. we should come back here another time, your chocolate cake looked pretty good.” you mention, taking a long drink out of your matcha latte. “yeah? you like this place? let’s go to this other café me and suguru stumbled upon last week – “

you sit in a comfortable silence, listening as gojo chatters about how this other café had pastries shaped like “ these cute fucking cats and puddings shaped like ducks! I’ve never seen anything like it, babe –“ finishing your drinks, you watch as the streets outside slowly empty, darkness overtaking the grey sky.

“shall we go, grumps?” he suggests as you nod, shrugging your coat on and grabbing your scarf.

gojo opens the door for you, as you quickly follow him onto the quiet streets, the street lights illuminating your way home. clutching your scarf, you quickly wrap it around yourself. “did you have enough to eat?” he asks hands in his pockets. “yeah, the matcha was nice,” you answer, taken aback by his thoughtful question. “your usual you said – you always get a matcha latte?” “mhm, yeah. it was a thing for me and my dad. he’d always sneak me matcha candies when mom wasn’t looking and my sister was asleep – he’d say that it was our little secret. so now.. whenever I have matcha I think of him.” you say, eyes focused on the lights in front of you. you didn’t know how it became so easy to speak to him, but you didn’t mind. “have you matcha from kyoto? the best matcha is in kyoto.” he asks adjusting his glasses. “mhm, I haven’t. ha, what?” you say with the tilt of your head noting his unusual silence. what was up with him today? “why gojo, don’t like kyoto?” “nah, im from there,” he answers easily, warmth slowly returning to his voice. your eyes widen slightly. you didn’t know that. huh. “the estate is there, so they make me go there every couple of weeks to do clan shit.” “and I assume that clan shit isn’t just sitting around and drinking matcha at home, eh?” he chuckles, stretching out his lanky frame carding his hands through his hair. “nope. home is not exactly the… warmest place in the world. y’know – the estate.” “home can be a complicated word.” you say shrugging your scarf on tighter. “more like fucked up, babe.” “that too.” you laugh, a bright and airy sound. gojo smiles. “we used to move a lot as a kid, and my sister used to cry and cry about it. my mom used to always say that home wasn’t a place but a person.” you say softly.

gojo turns his head to look at you, your forlorn smile, eyes searching the starless sky. he thinks that you look beautiful. maybe your mom could be right.

“hey! we should go to that ice cream matcha ice cream place in asakusa” he says excitedly, as your face lights up and his suggestion, “it’s way closer to than kyoto but just as good.” “hmm yeah, we should go. I wanna try those matcha parfaits –“ you say happily, arms swinging playfully. you turn to him abruptly, moving your face closer to his “but you can’t share with me –“ wagging a finger in his face, “you need to get your own.”

gojo stops in his tracks, deep pout on his face. “wooooow, babe. you’re seriously not gonna even share with me!?”

you laugh, a bright and fleeting sound. he thinks he could live in your laugh. “gojo, come on,” you poke his cheek, “i know you can finish a whole one by yourself, you just ate fucking 3 slices of cake!” another poke. “you’re so greedy, grumps.” he whines, appalled by the injustice.

“i’m the greedy one?! gojoooooo!!” you pout back. gojo feels like he might explode.

“that doesn’t matter – it’s more fun if we share!!” he pokes your cheek back, a grin fighting its way on his face, blue eyes crinkling in the dark. “but I want the whole damn thing!” you whine back, noticing the way gojo’s hand settles to plays with a tassel of your scarf. “ah, ah, ahhh - what about the babe tax?” “what the fuck is the babe tax, gojo?” you gape. “I get to have a bite! I buy you all your snacks anyway,” he grumbles. “… is that why you took suguru’s strawberry?” “exactly.” “but he paid for his own – “ you try to reason. “the baby tax is different, babe – i dont make the rules”

fuck. he had a point. you pout. separating yourself from him, your small strides leading the way. like a magnet, gojo catches up to you easily, standing beside you, unsure of your next move.

“only one bite.” you hesitantly say, weighing your words carefully. “…and you still need to get your own.” he laughs with his whole body, excitedly throwing his arm over your shoulder, squeezing your frame enthusiastically. you smirk. there he was – that was the gojo you knew. “hehe, I knew you’d let me babe!” his joy engulfs you, white and blinding. you can’t help but laugh along with him, you feel a bit dizzy but it’s probably from all the sugar anyway.

“ I swear it’s the best fucking matcha ice cream ever. they even have those fancy matcha drinks–“ with his arm around you gojo notices an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest, something that was previously hidden in the shadows but only now, nurtured the right conditions, it steps boldly into the light. maybe it’s the way you let him keep his arm around you until you reach the station together, pleasantly surprising him when you move closer to bask in his warmth. your relaxed shoulders moving up and down in silent laughter when you pretend not to find one of his jokes funny. either way, it hits him all at once, and almost overwhelmingly so. he chuckles as he realises that shoko was right.

snackies!tags: @starmapz @ghost-buddies

a/n: im alive! ahhhh! jealous gojo is wild. he just wants some attention... thanks for sticking with me (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ -- super special thank you to @yung-notorious for providing feedback and suggestions and moral support for this chapter, thank you, love you, appreciate you! check out her fic, Never Lose Me! -- head image credit: Watashi ni Tenshi ga Maiorita dividers from: @/adornedwithlight

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jung1w0n · 5 months ago

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ my recommendations!! (➜pt1) pt2 (➜pt3) (➜pt4) (➜pt5)

𓉸๋ྀི࣭ ⭑ enhypen

⋆ lee heeseung

twitter sucks (completed) - @filmbyjy

idol!heeseung x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers(?) to lovers

⋆ park jongseong

⋆ sim jaeyun

enhypen followed you! (ongoing) - @st4rwon

smau, idol!jake x engene!reader, angst, fluff, strangers(?) to lovers

⋆ park sunghoon

memories! - @loveywon

ex!sunghoon x gn!reader, angst, exes to??

nonna (completed) - @hoonvrs

smau, younger!sunghoon x older!fem!reader, fluff

my penpal - wait what?! (completed) - @hanniluvi

smau, rival!sunghoon x fem!reader, angst(?), fluff, enemies to lovers

we got married (completed) - @srjlvr

smau, idol!park sunghoon x idol!fem!reader, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers

bad news! (completed) - @haknom

smau, heartbreaker!sunghoon, gn!reader x second-lead!soobin

fuck christmas! - @jayflrt

smau, park sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, idiots to lovers

⋆ kim sunoo

for me (completed) - @heeracha

smau, sunoo x fem!reader, fluff

⋆ yang jungwon

thunderstorms and you - @mygnolia

yang jungwon x gn!reader, slight angst, fluff

lover boy (ongoing) - @glitterjay

semi smau, good boy!jungwon x popular!fem!reader

9:34pm - @sakinote

bsf!jungwon x fem!reader

chasin’ your pretty thoughts - @jaeminvore

yang jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, strangers to friends to lovers

life as jungwons gf! - @snoopcco

bf!jungwon x gf!fem!reader, fluff

the waves and evening air - @lcvclywon

bsf!jungwon x bsf!fem!reader, fluff, best friends to??

kindred (completed) - @thatfeelinwhenyou

smau, athlete!jungwon x stucopres!fem!reader, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers

in your dreams! - @moonsluvr

jungwon x gn!reader, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers

http://do-u-luv-me? - @heecrush

yang jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers

a line - @loveywon

jungwon x gn!reader, angst, slight fluff

start now! - @loveywon

jungwon x gn!reader, fluff, enemies to??

𐙚 pt 2

human vitamin - @byhees

bf!jungwon x gn??!reader, fluff

dreamland - @delcakoo

jungwon x gn!reader, fluff

dimple boy (completed) - @faeriwon

smau, yang jungwon x fem!reader, fluff

begin again (and again and again) - @soobnny

yang jungwon x fem!reader

goodnight n go - @soobnny

bsf jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, best friends to lovers

its a kitty-incidence - @yeongwonie

yang jungwon x gn!reader, fluff, friends to??

$3 coffee - @4am-enha

store worker!jungwon x college student!fem!reader, fluff, strangers to crushes

stars on your ceiling - @yeongwonie

yang jungwon x gn!reader, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

lost cause - @yeongwonie

yang jungwon x gn!reader, friends(?) to lovers

unexpected parters (completed) - @whoseafraidofliloleme

smau, yang jungwon x fem!reader, angst, fluff, friends to lovers

how to kiss a girl

childhood bsf!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers

this must be a dream - @haknom

academic-rival!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, angst, academic rivals to lovers

baked with love - @demusewriter

idol!jungwon x baker!fem!reader, fluff, strangers to friends

a pin straight to my heart - @snwpcktz

jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, classmates to lovers

coffee run - @delcakoo

barista!jungwon x gn!reader, fluff, coworkers/friends to lovers

like a fever - @delcakoo

bf!jungwon x gn!reader, fluff

bakery girl - @nokacchan

yang jungwon x fem!reader, fluff

you belong with me - @jaylver

athlete!childhood bsf!jungwon x afab!reader, fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers

one favor! (completed) - @latriii

smau, idol!bsf!jungwon x idol!fem!reader, best friends to lovers

⋆ nishimura riki

2am ramen - @wintabite

bf!riki x gn!reader, fluff

in the rain - @wintabite

bf!riki x gn!reader, fluff

why dont you care? - @wintabite

bf!riki x gn!reader, angst, fluff at the end

lovestruck - @jwonsociety

series, brothers bsf!riki x fem!reader, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers

drowning - @hh0320

biker!riki x fem!reader

little league - @loveywon

childhood bsf!riki x gn!reader, angst

so serious! - @loveywon

riki x gn!reader, fluff, slighy angst

falling asleep on your lap - @kissofenha

bf!idol!riki x fem!reader, fluff

favourite secret - @diorctrl

bf!older sisters best friend!riki x fem!reader, fluff

soulmate ‘!’ tracker (completed) - @abysseung

smau, enemy!riki x fem!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers

who the hell is ni-ki?! (completed) - @nwjws

smau, riki x fem!reader, fluff

behind the net! - @delcakoo

soccer player!riki x manager!fem!reader, fluff, slight angst

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ tomorrow x together

⋆ choi yeonjun

⋆ choi soobin

⋆ choi beomgyu

⋆ kang taehyun

⋆ huening kai

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aciddrattboyy · 2 months ago

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hesitation !

friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours

bachira x f!reader ☆ fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst(maybe) ☆ wc: 1.6k cw: none? mention of alcohol i suppose a/n: omg??? me posting pt 2 to a series???? this is an epic moment in history!! take a picture!! also theres a simpsons reference in here i had to pay homage to one of my fav shows also also sorry for how short this part is ill make it up with the next one

pt. 01 || pt. 02 || ...

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10:18pm loser </3: where are you 10:22pm loser </3: where are you 10:22pm loser </3: … 10:27pm loser </3: where are you dude 10:33pm you: parrty 10:34pm loser </3: what party 10:40pm you: a supper fun prty 10:40pm loser </3: who r u with 11:04pm you: suprr fum peopleeeeeee

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it didnt take long for meguru to figure out what party you were at. and when he found you inside, he knew that whatever selflessness he had about being just your friend was utter bullshit. it was easy pretending to be perfectly content with just being friends when both of you were single. but now, seeing you chatting it up with some guy with a cup of what could only be one hundred percent alcohol, meguru suddenly wasnt content anymore.

meguru was confused. he knew you werent one for large parties, having prefered small hangouts with close friends. so why were you here now in this house crowded with people and permeating the smell of weed and alcohol. he watched you giggle at whatever that bastard was saying to you, staring up at him while he leaned over you. meguru was absolutely repulsed and his legs were starting to move before he could even think.

in the blink of an eye, meguru was next to you, snatching the solo cup out of your hand. he gave you an overly sweet smile when you looked at him, eyes widening briefly in shock before a smile broke out on your face.

“who’s this?” megurus eyes shifted over to the man standing before you, a displeased look on his face.

“i’m her-”

“oh this is meguru,” you interrupted, it was unintentional, you were just trying to answer the question. but meguru mentally groaned. “he is my most closest friend,”

ah there was that word again. ‘friend’. he couldnt deny the pang in his heart or the wave of embarrassment that washed through him when he saw the stranger smirk at him. it was clear they both knew meguru was about to declare himself as your boyfriend. he wasn’t trying to do anything weird, he just wanted to get you away from the creep but now that plan has failed.

completely ignoring meguru now that he’s been tossed aside as a friend, the stranger trails a hand down your arm.

“that’s a relief,” meguru felt hot anger course through his body and he slapped the man’s hand away before he could think. before you could react, meguru wrapped an arm around your shoulders and was now leading you away from the party, tossing your half empty cup into the nearest trash can.

“meguru what are you doing,” you nearly stumbled over your own feet as he dragged you outside to his car.

“what am i doing? what are you doing?!” he hastily opened the passenger door for you as you silently got in. you were momentarily stunned by his tone, having never heard him get worked up this much before. he quickly rounded the car, sliding into his seat and letting a heavy sigh as he started the car.

“i dont understand why youre so worked up,” you grumbled, leaning your head against the window. meguru squinted his eyes at you, genuinely dumbfounded by your statement. could you really be that naive? his hand flew up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out how to respond.

“im worked up because my friend who has said they dont like parties disappeared off to one without telling somebody,” you shrug your shoulders, suddenly feeling crowded. through your drunken haze, you got annoyed. you were your own person. you didnt need to tell every single one of your friends when you were going out.

“it was last minute,” meguru scoffs at your response, wordlessly putting the car into drive. you notice him move the gear shift and sit up, shaking your head. “im not going home yet,” meguru side-eyed you, contemplating whether ot not to drive off anyway.

“you need to,”

“no i dont,” you were defensive now, for no real reason you could comprehend. “you were worried about me being here without knowing? well now you know so i’m going back,”

“dont go back in there,” megurus tone shifted just lightly, trying to hide the anger and jealousy that went through him at the thought of you being alone with that creep again.

“why? so i dont talk to the guy you were killing with your eyes? yeah dont think i didnt notice that,” you were rambling now, the alcohol doing the talking for you. “whats up with you? i dont understan-”

“enough y/n” his eyebrows furrowed, growing tired and annoyed by this conversation. he could just be blunt and tell you that the reason he doesnt want you back in there talking with random guys was because he was in love with you. but that couldnt possibly end anywhere good right now. “look, youre drunk. you need to go home. and i hate to have to do this but i do have your moms number,” the threat hung unsaid in the air as you scowled at him. the last thing you wanted your mom to hear was that her precious daughter was going out getting drunk with strangers. so you suck in a breath, buckling your seatbelt before angling your body away from meguru and towards the window.

it was childish, both of you knew that. but neither of you commented, the car filling with tense silence as meguru drove off.

when meguru pulled up to your apartment he wanted to walk you inside. but the glare you shot him when he offered let him know pulling the mom card was already crossing the line. so he watched as you walked inside the building, before taking in a heavy breath, head tilting back to rest against the seat. he sat there for a moment, waiting to see the light from your window turn on before making his way back to his place.

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11:01am you: im sorry abt last night 11:04am loser </3: its alright 11:05am you: no its not 11:05am you: i was rude 11:12am loser </3: no i understand its okay really 11:13am you: come over later so i can apologize to your face? (i’ll buy u food) 11:24am loser </3: apology already accepted but yea i’ll come over 11:24am loser </3: at work rn i’ll come over around 6? 11:26am you: excellent . 12:00pm loser </3: ok mr. burns

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you had takeout already waiting on the counter by the time you heard a knock on your door. meguru was swarmed with your apologies as soon as he walked inside and he couldnt help but laugh at how cute you were.

“i already said apologies accepted silly,” he grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you back and forth lightly until you were both laughing. “but i do believe you said food was a part of the apology?” he wriggled his eyebrows at you clapping his hands together when you grabbed the food.

“we can eat in my room, my roommates will be home soon,” meguru nodded, a small smile on his face as he followed you. he was quick to flop onto your bed, letting out a dramatic wistful sigh. “youre not eating on my bed,” you made a point to pull out your desk chair, looking back and forth at it and meguru as you waited for him to take the hint. he pouted, rolling over onto his back.

“thats not fair,”

“whats not fair is you spilling ramen on my mattress.

“that was one time!” he sat up quickly, looking at you with wide eyes. you laughed, shaking your head as you pointed at the chair.

“you eat here,”

“some apology this is,” he grumbled playfully, sulking over to you and theatrically falling onto the seat.

“you said you already accepted my apology,” you watch as meguru sulks at your desk, burying his head in his arms. you bring a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through the soft locs. “youre a big baby,”

“nuh uh youre just mean,” his voice was muffled as he spoke, his head leaning into your touch ever so slightly. at times like these it was easier to forget how much his heart burned for you.

“okay fine you can eat with me but if you make a mess im kicking you out permanently,” you voice held no real warning or threat as meguru grabbed the food and bounded over to your bed. you followed him onto the bed with a smile, watching as he did the honors of passing out the food. having gotten this exact meal with you plenty times before it was sort of out of habit now.

you were slumped after the meal, dramatically laying across megurus stomach as he laid on his back. and although your stomach was threatening to burst open at any given second, you were feeling pretty content.

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7:41pm loser </3: guess who has tickets to that movie you wanted to see 7:42pm you: no way. 7:42pm loser </3: yes way. 7:43pm loser </3: i’ll take you… for a price… 7:44pm you: gulp 7:44pm loser </3: a singular kiss on the lips 7:44pm loser </3: no tongue :3 7:45pm you: i’ll ask reo to take me….. 7:45pm loser </3: NO 7:46pm loser </3: I WAS JOKING 7:46pm loser </3: :( 7:47pm you: :( 7:47pm you: so whens the movie

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

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skrubu · 2 years ago

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evie-sturns · 11 months ago

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

(part 3) (part 2) (part 1)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: glad you guys are liking this series, this part is smutty af, but i like it, i might be wrong but i think this is a little shorter than part 1 and 2.

contains: SMUT! fluff, making out, swearing.

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he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes. "tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."

"you're kidding matt"

"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs

my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..

after my makeout session with my bestfriend ,matt, we both went back to our own cabins, packing certain things to prepare for sleeping next to the kids sleeping-hall.

"xaiveerrr!" i yell, swinging the door to our cabin, hes sitting comfortably on his bed, still wearing his swimshorts as he scrolls through his phone. "y/n! i was waiting for you to come back to the lake?" he says, slightly confused.

"oh i just went into the kayak shed with matt." i smile, trying to wipe the blush off my face.

he raises an eyebrow "why'd you go in there? you totally abandoned me, i had to try make friends with fucking lincoln, hes weird as fuck.."

my mind scrambles, trying to think of a believable excuse for why i disappeared with matt into a dark shed for 25 minutes. i open my mouth, nothing comes out.

silence grows in me and xaivers shared cabin before he interrupts "no way, you kissed matt!?" he laughs, i slam my hand over his mouth "ew no what the hell!" i say defensivley.

"you're getting defenssiiivveee" he teases, my face goes cherry red. "we didn't do anything xaiver." i mutter, walking over and packing my toothbrush and pyjamas in a small tote bag.

"oh girl, i know you're not moving out right now, i was kidding!!!" he says, staring at me while i pack everything i need for a night.

"im not moving out, me and matt have to spend the night in the kids hall."

he gasps "oh my god, its luxury in there, i heard paige and dani were in there the other night, the cabin which you guys stay in is relativly close to the kids hall, so you're not actually in with the kids, its just a private room near it." xaiver says.

"oh thank god, though id have to sleep in a bunk in the middle of the kids hall." i sigh, throwing my tote bag over my shoulder, hugging xaiver goodbye.

"don't have too much fun with matt" he whispers, resulting in me slapping his arm "shut up."

I walk down the long gravel path towards matts cabin, its got a small sign outside which reads, 'MATT & LINCOLN' i walk up to their cabin, knocking twice. matt swings open the door, hes got a toothbrush in hand.

"where the fuck is your bag" i laugh.

"bag?" he questions

"yeah? overnight bag, like pyjamas, toothbruhs, face wash..."

his face stays deadpan "oh uh, this is all i need." he laughs pointing to the toothbrush.

"doesn't matter, lets go." i say unlocking my phone and reading the time 7:34pm

matt subtly holds my hand as we approach the kids hall, theres a small cabin about 20 meters away from it, "theres our room!" he says, walking me over to it and swinging open the door, theres one double bed with a book of rules on it. i place my bag down on the bed as matt flicks through the book

"all the campers must be in bed by 9pm, uhh, any complications call jessie in the main office.." he trails off "seems easy enough."

after a few minutes of unpacking matt grabs my hand again, my heartrate increases as he stares into my eyes, "c'mon, lets go check out the kids hall." he says before letting my hand go and walking out into the evening air.

we walk up the stairs to the kids hall, opening the double doors.

theres about 100 bunk beds, with around 200 hundred kids scattered across the room, wall diveders in some parts so its not just an open room, a group of kids are doing gymnastics, another couple are reading, its chaotic but controlled.

i look up at matt, he seems slightly overwhelmed.

instantly three six year old girls run up to us,

"are you guys boyfriend girlfriennddd!" one of them says, smiling up at me and matt. another group of slightly older girls come up to me, "can we braid your hair?"

i look at matt, hes smiling at me, a small blush painted on his cheeks, "yeah sure!" i say as one of the nine year olds pulls me towards her bunk bed, sitting me and matt down.

she giggles as she pulls out two hairbands, tying up matt's hair into pigtails above his head. matt rubs his eyes, as they start placing bows in his hair. "looking good matt" i say, nudging his arm.

i check my watch again, 8:55pm

shit.

i stand up from her bunk bed, my hair decked out in glitter hairspray.

i drag matt away from his makeover, "hey, we're just getting to the good part!" matt whines, "matt we have 5 minutes to have 200 kids asleep." i say, stressed, running my hand through my crispy hair.

"you guys have to be in bed in 5 minutes guys! whoever falls asleep first gets a candy!" i yell from the middle of the hall, instantly all the kids leap into bed, screaming as they gather their stuffed animals.

the whole room goes silent, apart from a few whispers, i look at matt whos got a suprised expression spread across his face. i grab his hand before walking towards the door, flicking off the light and stepping out into the night breeze.

we approach our small cabin for the night, matt opens the door, pulling me inside and locking the wooden door behind us.

"we should finish what we started earlier." he mumbles, looking down at me in the dimly lit cabin.

"what?" i whisper, but im cut off by his hand on the side of my cheek, he leans down, pulling me into a gentle kiss.

"we can't matt." i say pulling away.

"why not, you scared?" he teases.

"anyone can walk in or hear us, the walls are paper thin." i sigh.

"who said we have to do it in here?" matt says seductively

"im not fucking you in a public bathroom, thats gross." i sigh, walking over and grabbing my toothbrush.

"come with me." matt whispers, taking my hand and unlocking the door to the cabin. he grips onto my hand as he runs towards the trees, he picks me up, taking me into the garland until theres a patch of soft grass.

he waits for me to say something.

"i think i need you.." i mumble as he lays me on the grass on my back.

"tell me what you want me to do to you baby." he whispers, grabbing the inside of my thigh.

"fuck.. please fuck me." i whisper shakily.

i pull my tanktop off over my head, to his suprise i have no bra on underneath. my nipples instantly become hard as the breeze hits them. i pull down my pyjama shorts, leaving me revealed for him

"its gonna be okay baby, just tell me when." matt says, pulling his sweatpants down.

his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.

"oh my fuck-" i groan, throwing my head back as he kneels between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance "you gotta be nice and quiet for me, can you do that for me?" he says, holding my hand.

he slowly pushes inside of me, his length stretching me out, i wince. "breathe." matt says, "look at me sweetheart." he mumbles as he thrusts deeper inside of me, my eyes stay sealed shut. "watch me baby or i'll stop."

he pulls out to his tip, then thrusts back in "taking me so well."

i let out a loud moan, "shut up, and take it." he says slamming a hand over my mouth. his thrusts intenseify, my moans are muffled by his palm. "im gonna fuck-" i groan, "hold it for me." he says, continuing to fuck me. without warning i clench around him, letting myself go.

he abrubtly pulls out, stroking himself a few times as he whimpers, realeasing all over my stomach before collapsing down beside me.

"im so proud of you." he whispers shakily as he pulls up his sweatpants. he hands me my shorts as he stands up, pulling me onto my feet as my legs tremble. "you okay?" he looks down at me, concern spread across his face.

"mmfgh." i mumble out, still processing what just happened, matt chuckles before picking me up and running us back to the cabin.

(the next morning)

I wake up to the godawful sound of dani's voice, i open my eyes slowly looking at her as she looks down at the bed, her arms folded.

i tap matt, forcing him awake. he groans as he yawns, his eyes springing open. his face drops as he sees danielle.

"saw you two last night." she says, her arms folded.

my stomach drops.

"jessie wants you two in her office, such a shame that you have to go home so early, you were only here for such a small amount of time! guess someone didn't read the no romance between staff rule.." she tuts.

"god, i feel soo sorry for you guys, also gonna fail business class cause you couldn't even keep a job here." she says in a fake sympathetic tone.

tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.

"oh well, go on get dressed and pack your bags, better to be prepared before you see jessie." she sighs before walking out of our cabin.

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sturniolos-blog · 10 months ago

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So here is my request for dad matt so you have two kids obviously and it's been hard trying to get 'alone time' and when they finally do the baby wakes up and it's a disaster but at the end it works out and they have their 'alone time'

P.S. love ya💙😇☠️

Alone time - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - smut, cute, swearing, kissing, fluff, interruptions

smut summary: p in v, (unprotected with bc), praising, fingering

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1:47pm

I walk in the house from grocery shopping, holding bags of food.

My two year old looks up at me with toys in his hands, “Mama!” He yells, dropping the toys and running up to me.

I laugh, “Wait, baby, wait.” I struggle with the grocery bags, bringing them into the kitchen.

Mailo tugs on my shirt. Getting impatient as he lets out whines.

“Mailo, baby, wait!” I raise my voice.

Mailo then starts crying as he holds his arms up, wanting to be held.

I try to put some groceries away but with Mailo still tugging on my shirt and letting out whines it was impossible.

I lean down and pick up Mailo, “Can you chill out?” I whisper before Matt comes out with Estrella in his arms, she had tears running down her cheek as she sniffled.

“Oh, baby, what happened?” I asked as Mailo rested his head in the crook of my neck.

“She doesn’t feel good, she threw up.” Matt says, kissing Ella’s forehead as she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

I nod, “Okay, i can call the doctors office and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I walk up to Ella as her eyes were red and teary, i felt her forehead, she was burning.

“Aw, baby.” I mumble. Matt gives me a sad smile.

She perks her head up and puts her arms out to me, “Mommy,” She whines.

I try to put Mailo down but he starts crying and tugging on my clothes once again.

“Mailo stop!” I yell.

He cries, “Pick me up!” He grabs me.

Ella starts whining, “Mommy!”

“Okay, Mailo come on. I think you need a nap, buddy.” Matt says as i take Ella in my arms.

Mailo throws a tantrum, “No! Daddy no!” Mailo yells as Matt grabs him and picks him up.

Ella holds onto me tightly as she sniffles.

“Okay, calm down baby. I’m here..” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

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2:34pm

Matt walks downstairs as im washing dishes, he comes behind me and kisses my neck, his arms around my waist. “They’re asleep..” He whispers against my ear.

I laugh, “We’ll see how long this lasts..” I say as i finish washing the dishes, drying my hands.

Matt chuckles and spins me around, pressing my back against the sink as he takes the towel from my hands, putting it on the counter as he leans down and kisses me.

I smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, he presses into me making me let out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His lips leave my lips to trail to my jaw, then down to my neck, sucking softly as i run my fingers through his hair.

Matt pulls away to look at me, smirking slightly. “We should-”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Mailo yells from upstairs.

Matt lets out a huff, his head dropping into the crook of my neck.

I kiss his head, “I know, Matt..” I sigh.

“Daddy!” Mailo yells again.

Matt picks his head up and starts to walk away, “Coming, bud!”

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9:47pm

I walk out of the bathroom and let out a long tired sigh.

Matt puts his phone down and puts his arms out for me.

I comply, climbing on the bed and crawling in between his legs, laying down on his chest.

Matt kisses my head and rubs my back.

“Tired?” He mumbles against the top of my head.

“Mmm..” I hum in response, nodding against his chest.

“Let me take care of you..” Matt whispers, his hands trailing to my waist.

I smile, “Matt-”

He cuts me off, “Please?” He pleads.

I sigh and nod.

He chuckles and kisses my head, flipping us over so he’s on top.

He kisses down my neck as he rests in between my legs.

He pulls my shirt up to reveal my breasts since i wasn’t wearing a bra as i was gonna go to sleep.

My nipples were already hard from the temperature change, he smirks and kisses my left breast, sucking on my nipple slightly as i arch into his mouth.

His right hand fondles my other breast as my hands go to his hair.

His hands then move down to my pants, pulling my shorts down along with my underwear with complete ease.

He reveals my pool of arousal. He chuckle, “Aw, baby..” He mumbles.

He rises back up on top of me, kissing my lips as his fingers circle around my clit, i moan into his mouth as i buck my hips up.

He hums, sticking his tongue into my mouth, swirling around as he sticks a finger easily in me.

I pull away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Matt..” I hiss, rolling my hips against his hand.

“Shh.. don’t wanna get interrupted again, right baby?” He hushes me, adding another finger as i bite my lip.

I shake my head, he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

He then pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me empty, i let out a whine.

“I know, n/n. I know, wait.” He says, now he was fumbling with his sweatpants, desperate as his hard on begs to be released.

He pulls down his sweatpants and reveals his erection. I squeeze my legs together at the sight, begging for some relief.

He spreads my legs apart again and gets ready in between me, him rubbing his fingers up and down my slit again and rubbing his own cock in it.

He then pushes in me slowly, his mouth dropping slightly.

He gives me a minute to adjust since we haven’t had sex in a while, but he then slowly starts thrusting in.

I let out a couple moans, trying to suppress them.

“So, so good. Fuck, y/n.. i’m already gonna cum, so pent up, all these weeks, not fucking you.” He speeds up, clapping sounds filling the room along with Matt’s groans and my whimpers.

I clench around him, “Matt, i’m cumming!” I warn, still trying to be quiet.

“Fuck, baby, me too. G-god, holy, fuck.” He groans before finishing in me, coating my walls with his cum as he continues to thrust in a couple more times before pulling out, watching his cum drop out of me.

He smiles before leaning down and kissing me, “Good job, baby.. let’s get you cleaned up.” He mumbles against my lips.

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the smut was messy and rushed and this like whole fic was like bad personally and sorta short but i hope you guys enjoyed it!

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fictionalmenxyn · 4 months ago

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--✜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✜--

Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader (established situationship/friends but kinda more)

(Just a blur, not part of fic, only thing apart of the fic is the fact your brother is still Kai :) )

Warnings: language, suggestive (talking, and sound)

Summary: since the sorority house and the frat house are walking distance, why not pay a visit??

Also Rafe and reader having good chemistry and humour?!?! Also protective reader?? (Y/e/n- enemies name)

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It was a sunny day in April, you had just finished your classes for the day. It was noon, you didn’t really know what the time was till you got out of class. You looked at your phone and saw your lockscreen said ‘2:34pm’. You shrugged, you felt your stomach rumble. You thought of what to eat, you were gonna have your food later. But you wanted a snack, so you headed to a near by store.

Walking into the store, you looked around for anything appetising. That’s when you saw the fruit section. My oh my, did you feel a strong craving for those juicy looking raspberries. You grabbed a box of them, heading over to the cash register and paying the worker. Once you had put your card back into your phone case. You grabbed your raspberries and headed out the store and down the street.

Using the crosswalk, you crossed the surprisingly quiet street. You knew some of the girls had their boyfriends over, from last night. You definitely did not want to chance walking in and hearing them from the foyer. So you looked around, thinking of an idea. That’s when you saw the frat house. You mumbled to yourself “bingo.”

You walked past the sorority house and walked to the end of the street, to the frat house. You walk down the path and to the front door. You knock on the door, no answer. You rang the ring doorbell, you smile and lean down to its level. You speak to the doorbell “hello wonderful people, are any of you home??”

A familiar voice replied “only Rafe and Top are home, go in if you want.” You smiled at your brother’s response. “Alright, thanks Kai, bye!” You opened the front door and walk in. Closing the door behind you. You walked around the place looking for any sign of life.

You headed upstairs, you hear Topper and you’d assume his hook up from last night. You pull a cringed face, you look in the other direction towards the end of the hall. You smile and walk down, towards Rafe’s room.

You knock on the door and open it a little, “hello?? Rafe?? You in here??” The door opened widely. There he was, just in sweatpants and socks. You looked up at him “hey.” He smiled “what’s up?” “Company??” He chuckled and stepped to the side “so you’ve come to me for company?? Thought the girls were done with class by now too?”

You walk into the room, slinging your backpack on the floor at the end of his bed. “I didn’t wanna chance hearing them with their boyfriends… but then again I just heard Top with his hook up.” Rafe laughed. “Yeah they’ve been going at it for a while.” He walks over and sits on the bed “what’s with the raspberries??”

“Felt hungry… want one?”

“Sure.”

You gasp “I said one, bitch! Not a fucking handful”

“Hey! Watch who you’re calling bitch, hoe.”

You gasp “watch your mouth, Rafe Cameron.”

“You watch yours!!”

You both stared at each other, then you Topper’s hook up moan loudly. You both burst out laughing.

Once your laughing died down, Rafe rested his back against the headboard. As you laid on your stomach, the box of raspberries in front of you.

Rafe asked “so what do you wanna talk about? How was your classes??” You huffed “honestly?? Alright, it was the girl in my class that pissed me off.” Rafe smirked “ooo is this drama??” You shrug “fucking could be.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “could be?” You nodded “if she keeps running her mouth…”

Rafe was intrigued, Y/n didn’t get mad often over drama, something must be up.

“Go head, spill it all…”

You sighed “so this girl, Y/e/n-”

He interrupted “what the fuck has she done now?!”

You chuckle “well, she kept staring at me in class and whispering… but sometimes she’d talk a little louder so I could hear…”

“What was she saying??”

You continued “she was saying how-” you did your best impression of the pick me girl you hated “oh my god, you know at last night party, you’d never guess who I made out with… Rafe, can you believe it.” You playfully shivered and cringed at your mind replaying the memory. Rafe smirked “oh is that so? She said that?”

You nodded “yeah she fucking said that, she also said” you mimicked the girl again “oh, he also gave me his snap, said he wants me to go to the frat house and said to bring condoms.” You roll your eyes at the memory of her saying that.

Rafe laughs, “she fucking said that?! Ahaha!” You looked at him with a grin as you popped another raspberry into your mouth.

Rafe looks at you, “princess, you know I don’t have her snap, or ever made out with her right, and that I don’t plan on getting anywhere near that fucking girl…”

You nodded “oh I know, but she still pisses me off, acting like you’re hers and shit… pisses me off.”

Rafe smirked at that ‘acting like you’re hers.’

“Oh yeah? And did you say anything?? I know you’d probably say something to piss her off to…”

You smirk “oh I did.” “What did you say??” You smiled and answered “I said ‘oh I wouldn’t worry, Rafe and I had a lot of funny after the party was over.” Rafe grinned “oh yeah? All we did was cuddle while I was drunk.” You chuckled “yeah, but she doesn’t need to know that.” Rafe grinned. Were you getting jealous??? Of course you were.

Rafe asked “so whose am I then?” You shrugged playfully “anyone but hers, wouldn’t waste your breath on her…”

Rafe smirked “you’re pulling a me, right now.” You raised an eyebrow. He continued “jealous, princess, are you jealous??” “Pfft no, fuck off, I’m not jealous.” “Oh I think you are…”

You roll your eyes, you throw the empty box into the trash can near his bedroom door. You look at him “you plan on having any girls over today?” “No? The fuck?”

You smiled “just curious, Rafey.”

He smiled. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You replied “I don’t feel like going back to the sorority house tonight…” he replied “oh is this your silent way of asking to sleepover?” You nodded. He grinned “magic word?” You clasped your hands together and playfully mocked “oh pretty please, Rafey, please let me stay over!”

He laughed and playfully flicked your forehead, you swatted his hand. Rafe replied “magic word is abracadabra, but I guess… I just have to accept your pretty face, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Hey! That’s my saying!.”

He smirked, pulling you into his lap. He spoke “anyways… if you’re spending the night, and you’re still jealous of-” “I’m not jealous…” “sure you not, sweetheart… but I still think you should have a reminder of who is my favourite girl…” you smirked “touché, Cameron….”

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