#Chase atlantic

[wheretfismycoffeeat]

Who else wanna join?

naps aren't enough, i need to sleep for eternity

[espuor]

lovers in the night, poets trying to write. the part of me that's you will never die. ⠀━━⠀ 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌 & 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖺

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𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈︦𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝒇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

⠀⠀𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾: 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 ' 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 ' 𝖻𝗒 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗌

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝟩 · 𝟩𝟩𝟩

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

𝖵𝖤𝖱��𝖤𝖳ㅤ ㅤ⸝ㅤ 𝖯𝖠𝖦.ㅤ ㅤ𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧𝖨𝖤𝖲ㅤ ㅤ+

Bruno Mars and Chase Atlantic long locs and bios with song lyrics.

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𝖣𝖨𝖤⠀⠀♰𝅼⠀⠀ 𝒇𝗈𝗋⠀⠀𝖬𝖤

𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇⠀⠀&⠀⠀𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈⠀⠀𝗂𝗍

𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻⠀𝗍𝗈︦⠀𝒕𝒉𝒆⠀𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝟢:𝟢𝟢 ╱ 𝟥:𝟥𝟢 ' 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖲𝖤 𝖠𝖳𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖢 ── It's kinda hard to deal out there. there's way too many feels out there.

[i4sunarin]

· my random fav songs · bios ·

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ⏤ 𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆 ✮

( alleyways - the neighbourhood )

星々 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀⠀ ͏𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 カード

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀( stranger things - chase atlantic )

⠀ ͏ ✿𝅼 あんたとこのままおサラバするよか ⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ﹙🪽﹚ 死ぬのがいいわ ୨ৎ   .   .   .

( shinunoga e-wa - fujii kaze )

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝟱𝟬𝟱 - 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ 𝗺𝘆 ���𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍?

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ( 505 - arctic monkeys )

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

L&DS + Chase Atlantic!ᯓ★♫

synopsis: Each L&DS man w/ a song from chase atlantic i think fits them with a small drabble

tags: nsfw, vulgar, explicit, creampie(s), choking

a/n: i’ve been listened to chase atlantic again on REPEAT and i couldn’t stop thinking abt how much “friends” reminded me of Zayne and that’s how this idea came to be… enjoy!!!! also heavily inspired by this rafayel edit

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.“𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩…𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥….𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩” - “Into It”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Is actually, in so deep. He’s deep into every hobby you do, wanting to understand your likes and dislikes. He’s into you and everything you share with him.

Xavier's obsession with you runs deep, and he makes sure you feel every inch of it as he thrusts into you, slow and relentless, his cock buried deep inside your dripping pussy. He can't get enough of the way your body responds to him, the way your walls squeeze him tight, soaking wet as he pushes in harder, deeper, his hands gripping your hips like he never wants to let go. He's all over you-his lips on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he groans into your ear, lost in the feel of you wrapped around him. His cock slams into you, hitting that sweet spot again and again, making you cry out his name, your body trembling as he fucks you harder. The sounds of your moans, the wet slap of your bodies colliding, drive him insane. “Y/n, feels so good…” He's completely lost in you, thrusting with everything he has, watching as you fall apart beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come. But Xavier doesn't stop— he can't. He needs more, craves more, his pace quickening as he chases his own release, desperate to feel you come again around him, until he's spilling deep inside you, groaning your name as he's completely consumed by how fucking good you feel.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣…𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙖” - “Swim”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Such a fitting song for glub glub glub.

Rafayel also doesn't hold back, his cock already rock-hard as he presses you down into the sheets, one hand fisting in your hair as he thrusts into you, deep and slow, like he's savoring every second of the way your hole clenches around him. His breath is hot against your neck, low groans vibrating through your skin as he moves deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you gasping his name. His pace is steady but relentless, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. You can feel the tension coil tight in your belly as his grip on your hips tightens, pulling you against him, hard and deep. “I could drown in you, cutie”. The sounds you make drive him insane— every moan, every cry pushing him closer to losing control. Rafayel doesn't stop until you're completely unraveling beneath him, your pussy throbbing, drenched, as he keeps fucking you through your release, lost in the feel of you wrapped tight around him, waves and waves of pleasure.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩…𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨” - “Friends” ᯓᡣ𐭩

This is quite literally the most perfect song to describe you and Zayne.

Zayne is a tease, not so obviously as to keep you guessing. But he's not playing games anymore. His cock presses insistently against you, the tip already slick with precum as he grinds his hips into you, pushing you up against the wall. His lips crash into yours, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands pull your panties down, fingers sliding between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing slow, tight circles until you're trembling. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he growls, his voice rough with need as he slides his cock between your soaked folds, teasing you until you're desperate for more. When he finally pushes into you, it's hard and fast, the stretch of him filling you completely, making you gasp.

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him, your pussy clenching tight around his cock as he fucks you hard and rough, leaving no room for hesitation. Every thrust has you seeing stars, your body shaking as you come undone around him, knowing this was never just friendship—it's so much more than that.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙…...𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣” - “Slow down”ᯓᡣ𐭩

A fitting don’t for our motorcyclist who’s obsessed with you, and possessive in his nature.

Sylus is in total control, and he's going to make sure you feel every inch of it.

His cock slides into you slowly, stretching you wide, the wet heat of your pussy swallowing him inch by inch as he holds you down, one hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants you. His pace is maddening, slow and deliberate, every thrust pushing deeper, filling you completely until you're begging for more. "Slow down," he whispers in your ear, his voice a low growl, “…we have all night sweetie”, his breath hot against your skin as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you, hitting that perfect spot that has you moaning into the pillow. Your pussy clenches tight around him, dripping wet, but he doesn't let up—he knows how much you want it, how much you need him to take you harder, faster. But Sylus is patient, dragging it out until your body is shaking, the pressure building until you're on the verge of breaking. When he finally lets go, picking up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster, you come undone, your body trembling as he fucks you through your orgasm, your pussy pulsing around his cock until he loses himself in you completely.

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[wingallery]

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[argentinacareta]

She thinks I'm addicted to that powder

[honoredalone]

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍’ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

and i say fuck the rules and let ‘em find out, but that’s just how i’m feeling. — i don’t wanna share, it’s a damn shame. i’ll still play it fair, won’t drop no names.

content warning: 18+, mouth watering smut (hopefully), college au, unprotected sex (cover for your lover pls), virgin gojo because i can’t get over him, riding, semi-public sex (at a party), basketball player gojo, filthyyyyy sex but it’s hot so.. let me know if there’s anything else

authors note: hi my lovely friends! please let me know your thoughts on this, i value your opinions so so so much and i cannot say thank you enough for all of the support. if you have any suggestions for content always feel free to ask, i would love to hear from all of you and your amazing ideas! thank you so so so so sooo much for 500 followers, i love you all so dearly and i hope everything is well for everyone! i’m sorry for my inactiveness but school has been killing me and i have the worst writers block ever so i’m sorry if this isn’t up to par :(

you swore to yourself that when you began university, you would focus on your studies and not pay any mind to boys but gojo satoru is not just any boy. he’s the star basketball player, a candidate for the boys youth all japan olympic team, the gold at the end of the rainbow and you have him, all to yourself.

after the most awaited college basketball game among campus, tokyo tech versus kyoto stem college. two rival teams, going all or nothing. tokyo tech took home gold at home stadium, so of course the campus erupted in parties all throughout the property. all day, all night, everyday for the next week. a party not even 100 yards from the last. celebrating the boys and their extraordinary wipe against their long term rivals

how you ended up at the biggest party after the game? you had no clue. how you ended up in satoru’s large bedroom during the biggest college sport afterparty? you had no clue. how you have gojo satoru under you right now? you have no clue.

you’re sat so pretty atop his strong quads, the muscles flexing below you. he’s hot, the room is sweltering, thin sheen of sweat attempting to cool his upper bodies exposed skin. “gotta tell you somethin’. pretty girl like you deserves it, yeah?” you whispered a cute approval before burying your face in his neck, nipping the tender skin near his adam’s apple.

his body is on fire, head is dazed in your soft, serene touches and his strained cock so close to being suffocated by your silky hole. the hard shaft hovering over his sculpted abdomen. “never— fuck.. never done this before. gonna be extra sweet to me, baby?” his normally confident facade crumbles to rubble when you pull back from your gentle attack on his neck, looking at him with the sweetest eyes he’s ever seen.

his hand that are perched on the dip of your waist slither up the small of your back, toying with the clasp of your elegant lacy bra, slowly disconnecting the small metal pieces keeping the undergarment sat on your pretty tits. you let the piece fall from your soft body, him throwing the lace to the floor. satoru’s pupils dilated in the dimly lit bedroom, his oceanic eyes nearly black. he’s seen tits in porn and unsolicited nudes he’s been sent, even woman that flash him before, after and during his games but none of them compared to your beautiful body. he suddenly wraps his arm tightly around you, attaching his lips to your hardened nipple and his unoccupied hand rolling the other between the callused pads of his forefinger and thumb.

“need you. god, let me— is this okay?” he leaned back, newfound confidence fizzling out, his dick throbbing and the perfect pink head now blanketed in precum. you nodded, flustered and desperate for him. “words, pretty girl. use your big girl words, can’t hear ya.” satoru’s flirtatious tone had you gushing all over his lap, your juices soaking his thighs and clean sheets below you two.

“yes. want to so bad ‘toru.” you gasped, hands flying to satoru’s shoulders to balance yourself as he yanks you closer to his chest, lifting you to align his fat cock head with your wet core. he slowly pressed himself between your folds, loosening his grip against you to allow you to take this at your own pace. “‘s so big, not gonna fit.” he pouted at your complaint, drawing an invisible line right below your belly button.

“‘m gonna be right there, sweetheart.” he cooed, looking at your already blushed face while his thumb tracing comforting shapes on your hip bone attempting to soothe your worry. “we can stop, ‘s okay.” you protested, slowly pressing yourself closer to his lap. moaning in tandem with each other. his stretch, your squeeze was intoxicating and he immediately knows he isn’t going to last.

once his cock is fully sheathed inside you grind down, his pubic bone stimulating your neglected nerves. choking his erection in your walls he couldn’t help but fuck up into you forcibly. after a couple of minutes to adjust, you begin to bounce on his lap, fucking him for everything he has. satoru cried and twitched and felt the ecstasy coursing through his body.

“f-fuck. so.. ngh, so good!” satoru mewled, he meets your brutal thrusts, bruising grip tight on the top of your pillowy thighs. “baby, baby. slow, s-slower. ‘m not gonna last like this.” a soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, holding you tight for a moment so you both could catch your breath. he kissed down your neck, to the valley of your chest while he ground his head against your cervix. taking hold of your waist once more, slowly bouncing you on him again. “so tight, shit.”

you felt like you were being let into heaven. satoru is longer than he is thick but that did not mean he lacked in girth, the veins rubbing every inch of you. he felt unreal. better than any toy or any man ever will. satoru cries out your name into the hot, sultry air. his eyelids are heavy and mouth hung open, singing chants, desperate and needy. “good boy, ah! such a pretty cock.” you praised, his eyes meet yours. pupils heart shaped, brows furrowed like a begging puppy, snowy strands sticking to the crown of his head.

“say it again. please.” he begged dipping his head down to cover your chest in bites, continuing the assault on his organ. he whined when you repeated your sweet words, his ears perking at your honeyed voice. “‘m your good boy. oh fuuuck.” his head falls back onto the plushy mattress, you press your hand down onto his bladder, teasing his climax but the action only made him fall over the edge. “gonna, mmm! gonna cum, where.” he was frantic, he didn’t know where was an appropriate place to cum but when you continued to apply pressure to his lower body and swing your hips like a temptress he can’t help but let himself go.

a sound breaking groan escaped his throat like it was punched out of him, your stomach warmed and fluttered at his state. his pale skin a pretty rosy pink and lips swollen, bitten, his neck and chest is marked in possessive bruises. satoru’s chest is heaving, abs tensing and heart nearly beating out of his chest.

later, after he caught his breath, he lays you down. before you can process what he is doing satoru is spreading your thighs with his big callused hands, coming face to face with your glazed pussy and he feels his cock jump in excitement. the sight addicting, his seed slowly seeping out of the tight muscle but he takes his long, slender fingers and pushes the fluid back in. slowly scissoring his digits and curling them against the sweet spot inside of your body.

“hey sweets?” he kisses and sucks on the fat of your thighs while waiting for you to respond. you slowly lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him adoringly.

“teach me how to eat her? she’s begging for it, dripping all over.” god you were in for a long night and the party is just getting started.

[sadbutterfly1417]

high all the time to keep you off my mind

[b-ellyache]

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𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 地獄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆

𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝓵𝗈𝗏𝖾 ♡’ 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝓯𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

† 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞.

圇｡ 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝓲 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝔂𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 ⭒ 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

[heelyyn]

౨ৎ • 𝘊𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 / 𝘛𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗫 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ꜝꜝ

[megameatymatt]

Step By Step - Matt Sturniolo

summary: Matt finds out about y/n's ED relapse

WARNINGS: e@t!ng d!sorder, swearing, throwing up, gagging, crying, self-hatred/insecure, feelings of hopelessness, overthinking

If you or anyone you know is dealing with an ED or substance abuse, call or text:  1-800-662-4357.

word count: 766

requested?: nope

A/N: I was feeling sad so all of you must suffer with me. Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

Pink: Y/n

Blue: Matt

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Matt knows you've dealt with an eating disorder in the past. He wasn't there during it, but you've talked to him about it and answered some of his questions. It didn't make you any less perfect in his eyes. To him, all that mattered was you being okay. But you weren't.

Four years later, you feel like you're falling back into it all over again—all the progress you've made, discarded within just a couple weeks.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and wish someone different stared back at you. You pinch at the skin on your thighs, stomach, and arms and wish the fat would disappear.

You sob silently. How can someone hate themselves so much, How couldn't you hate yourself so much, Y/n? Look at you, just look at you! You're lucky matt even stays. Thoughts circle around your head like a halo. Leaving you in nothing but shatters.

You walk to the toilet, shove a finger down your throat, and gag

The cycle begins.

Two weeks later, you walk into your kitchen to find Matt standing there. "Good morning, angel, I'm making pancakes. How many do you want." The thought of putting food in your mouth makes you sick. "Um, Matt, I'm not hungry." Matt frowns. "You love my pancakes, baby, what's the matter?" you shuffle through your brain, thinking of an excuse. "I'm full from last night, Y'know, the pizza." You, Matt, nick, and Chris had had a movie night. The boys ordered pizza and snuggled up on the couch as you all giggled.

"I watched you the whole night, Y/n, I didn't see you take a single slice," he says, flipping a pancake. "In fact i haven't seen you eat much at all lately, You alright?" Eat? How can he suggest such a thing? doesn't he want me to be pretty? i wanna be good enough to wear a bikini. I wanna be good enough to wear skin tight dresses, i wanna be good enough for him.

You shake away these thoughts trying your best to keep your composure. "I'm good, just give me one okay?" you say letting out a sigh. He smiles "Comin' right up princess" He hands you a plate with a pancake, syrup, whipped cream and some strawberries. Matt has already started digging into his own plate.

just a few bites Y/n, just let Matt think you're okay

You pick up your fork and knife with shaky hands, cut yourself a piece and quickly shove it it your mouth. Your body wants to immediately reject it, but you take a few more bites.

As soon as you swallow your first bite, it flies back up your throat. You get up and run to the bathroom. Matt follows you with concern. "Are my pancakes that bad?" he says, running after you. But as he walks into the bathroom. He notices how frail you've become. Tears are running down your eyes, and he finally realizes. You finish puking and flush the toilet and lean against the wall, almost lifelessly.

A few tears escape Matt's eyes. How could he be so stupid? how didn't he put it together? It was so obvious. He could've helped you. Why would you do this?

He runs out of the bathroom to get a glass of cold water, then quickly comes back to hold you. The only thing that could escape from his mouth was "Why"? "Just look at me, Matt, I hate it, I hate my body so fucking much, Matt, you don't even understand," you say, trying your best to yell, tears running down your face.

Matt is completely taken aback "But you're so beautiful, baby, You're hurting yourself. You were doing so good." You sob in Matt's arms, barely able to speak. "I-I'm sorry, Matt. I just wanted to be pretty." Your words felt like a knife in Matt's stomach.

''I tried so hard to fight it, Matt, I didn't want to go down this path again. I promised you I wouldn't. The words spill out like vomit, "But I did it anyway, Matty." You whine, "And it's worse than before. I'm so ashamed Matt. I'm sorry i'm putting you through this" Tears rush you your face, and you're shaking uncontrollably. The knife in Matts stomach only gets pushed deeper and deeper. "I'm sorry i never noticed Y/n, i'm so fucking stupid. The signs were so clear, i could've helped you." He wipes the tears off your cheeks. "But i'm gonna help you now baby." "I can't Matt" "we're gonna do it together okay? Step by step, Y/n. We'll be just fine"

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SHAWN HUNTER ; moonlight

summary ; friends to lovers makeout sesh

warnings ; language, horribley written makeout session, no smut you degenerates

track ; moonlight ; chase atlantic

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

Y/n and Shawn, Shawn and Y/n. A duo to last centuries and possibly go down in history, at this rate. Obviously, the two had other friends, but they shared a weird bond.

Meeting in eighth grade in English class, due to a music reference that bonded the two, they became very close friends. Now, juniors in high school, they sit in Corey Matthew's bedroom, also accompanied by Topanga Lawrence and Angela Moore. The group were having a sleepover, playing typical 90s teen games such as truth or dare and telephone.

"Hey, should we get snacks and watch a movie downstairs?" Corey asks, seeing the clock read 9:30 beside him.

The group nod and agree.

Corey leads Topanga and Angela to his bedroom door, and notices Y/n and Shawn falling behind, ruffling through their backpacks. He turns away, assuming they were looking for their pajamas or blankets, and leads the two girls downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing the coast is clear, the two look at each other, sharing an awkward look.

Brows furrowed and lips sealed, Shawn is the first to move, making his way to sit next to Y/n. In response, they move their backpack over and lean against the side of Corey's bed. Shawn fidgets with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. Y/n does the same, biting the inside of their cheek, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

"So, uhm..." Shawn mumbles, looking up at them for a moment, "What're we gonna do about the obvious?..."

They shrug in response, glancing at Shawn next to them. "We don't have to do anything, I mean, I thought you were going out wirh Angela-"

"Enough about Angela, please" Shawn speaks, "This is about me and you. Shawn and Y/n. We obviously like each other, right? I mean, I'm not getting this wrong, right?" He asks them.

They shake their head no, "I mean, I like you if you like me, I don't fucking know" They awkwardly chuckle.

He nods.

The two bask in silence for a few minutes, unaware of where to take the conversation or handle the situation.

Shawn looks up at Y/n as they glance at him, and holds eye contact, staring into their eyes. He admires their face, unable to think in the moment. He's just mesmerized by how perfect their physical appearance was. Their nose was perfect, their eyes were beautiful, their lips perfectly shaped for his.

He'd already realized that he genuinely liked his friend for more than their appearance, their personality is what got him invested in them anyways. How they had such an amazing music taste, their kindness, their comedic sarcasm, their reasonability, their anxiousness that skyrocketed even over small things. It made him crumble to see them smiling and giggling over one of his jokes.

"Can I kiss you?" Shawn quickly asks, voice almost cracking as he speaks. "Please?"

They nod, slowly moving their right hand to his jawline.

Once he feels the light pressure of their fingers on his jawline, he quickly smashes his lips against theirs, and cups their face with his hands. His fingers brush against their hair a bit, sending a shiver down their spine.

He pulls them closer, feeling that they weren't pulling away from the kiss as he deepens it some more, pressing his lips onto theirs as hard as he could.

He pulls them onto his lap, their knees on each side of his thighs to support their weight. They pull away for a moment and look down at him, hands on his shoulders, silently asking if he's okay with the situation. He leans back in, pulling them forward as a response.

They tug on his hair a bit, pressing their body as physically close to his as they could. He takes a deep sigh, breathing for a moment before looking back up at them.

"You okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!-" Y/n quickly speaks, pulling their hands away, holding them up.

"No, no, no, no" Shawn shakes his head. "You're fine, uhm... I like that...?"

They furrow their brows, "Is that a question or a statement?"

Shawn rolls his eyes in embarrassment as he mumbles his answer. "Statement"

They giggle, covering their mouth with their dominant hand.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole!" Shawn smiles, "You're the one sitting on my lap"

They quickly change their smile to a blank face, quickly placing one hand in the back of his hair, the other on his shoulder.

Shawn's eyes slightly widen as his smile falters, feeling embarrassed, slightly scared, and very flustered. He knows they'll tug at his hair at any given second, trying to scare him.

"Sorry, sorry!"

They shake their head with a little smile and lean back in, the hand on his shoulder moving towards his neck. He groans again as they pull at his hair, and he moves one hand down to their waist, the other resting at the nape of their neck to hold them close.

The two sit against the side of Corey's bed, making out while their three friends were downstairs debating over the choice of movie to watch. They mutually pull away to breathe, and they smile, giggling a bit.

"Your tooth gap is really cute by the way, I dunno if I said that four years ago" Y/n whispers, their thumb caressing his cheek.

Shawn smiles and giggles, "Thank you" He says, speaking quietly as he's flustered. "I think I like you on top of me like this"

"I think I do too" They shrug, tugging at his hair lightly.

He groans, "Mmm-stop! They'll hear us!" He gasps, glancing back at the bedroom door behind him.

They tug at his hair again to tease him, and he makes them stop by pulling them in for another kiss. He slowly maneuvers them off his lap, and shoves them by the shoulders onto the floor, and he crawls on top of them, and straddles them. The straps of his leather jacket dangle as he looks down at them with a smug smile.

"Told you to stop"

They smile as well, moving some hair out of their face. "Doesn't mean I will"

They tug at his hair again, just a little too hard, however.

Downstairs, Corey, Topanga, and Angela hear Shawn yelp in pain and shout Y/n's name. Then some profuse apologizing.

"I'm pretty sure they heard us, Shawn"

"That hurt!"

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