#Nathan gets his hands on him

[thebibliosphere]

Re-reading Ch28 of Phangs to double-check some details (just as well because I completely fucked up Vlad's room in the next book.) and not to toot my own horn or anything, but it's so fucking funny from an ADHD perspective.

Nathan just walked into a veritable treasure trove of Vlad's psyche.

He's walking around in awe, like, whoa, is that a hand-painted celestial map on the ceiling? Gods, Vlad's so talented. I bet there's nothing he can't do. Oh, a pianoforte! He's musical! Wow, look at all these books. He's so smart. I love how smart he is. I want to fuck his brains out. Oh! Look! A telescope!

As opposed to Vlad, whose internal monologue is: don't look at the mess, don't look at the mess, don't look at the mess. Okay, just act normal. How... how do I do that? Oh gods please don't think I'm weird. Please like me.

I know I wrote him, but he's in such a mood sometimes, lol.

[toneelspeelster]

truham's queer teachers having a soft spot for nick and charlie

[razzek]

So many people write Magnus as this sort of suave, devious guy who charms his way into getting what he wants and I am here to argue that this misses his character by a mile. This guy is a failure of a person who is surprisingly nonviolent at the end of the day (but cannot tell the difference between psychological torment and physical abuse). Guy spent like a decade stewing in thoughts of revenge but crucially was only able to get a tiny fraction of it because someone else, MMA, pulled him into their schemes. He does make for a fun villain but it does seem that most people take him at surface value and forget that this mofo is so self sabotaging that he ruined his own life way worse than anyone else's.

[maysrinn]

District AU headcanon: The officers who were there from the beginning think it was funny how he was disapproving any of his children dating when he was obsessed with Lucy Gray, even sneaking her in the barracks for some alone time. But no one says this to him to his face because the last idiot who did that had latrine cleaning duty for six months.

I remember this story surfacing after there was a fanfic about Coriolanus sneaking her into the barracks for some alone time. Coriolanus wouldn’t sneak her into the barracks; that would be far too reckless for his liking. Too much could go wrong. If he wanted some alone time, the backstage rooms of the Hob would suffice, or even the meadow...or Lucy Gray's broom closet of a room where a little stomach bug was made.

Besides He’s not out to ruin his kids' love lives or fun; he’s out to ruin Clementine’s love life and fun because, even he can see it, she is like him and that’s the problem. Coriolanus always had one rule: "Be like me, before I met your mother." Clementine is not like academy Coriolanus; she is games and post-games Coriolanus. Reckless and a bit unpredictable, unlike her brother Janus. The next in line for that spot is Rosie, but Rosie likes collecting snakes, which is a problem for another day.

Clementine: why am I not allowed to seek out… company? Mama told me U where younger than me when you started seeing her

Coriolanus: exactly, it‘s when my problems started, I don’t complain about them tho even one is nagging me ever since

Clementine: ah yes the mystery problem and WHEN was that dear father of mine?

Coriolanus: dependends on… how old are u?

Clementine: …you’re a cruel man Coriolanus Snow… U know u love me dad!

Coriolanus: Yes, yes I do which is why I said NO

Clementine: …what about Janus!?

Coriolanus: what about him, Janus is not seeing anyone

Clementine: HE DOES!!

Janus: it doesnt count if u dont get caught~

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To the cadets he doesn’t have a wife or kids, yet youre not allowed to look at them either hes talking to Nathan specifically

If you're not one of the big four—Sejanus, Beanpole, Bug, or Smiley—you’re not even allowed to whisper their names. Everyone knows he’s married or bound to the sassy, gorgeous lead singer of the Covey. 🥀 It's the looks they give each other; even if you're new, you'll put the pieces together. He tries so hard tho XD

[basu-shokikita]

skwisface as a concept is so funny to me because i cant imagine something causing toki more grief than that.

[sciderman]

I did not know you wrote fics I’m truly living here

🫶

my fics are so delicious, you are SO lucky you get to experience them all for the very first time anon

[chaosduckies]

I remember in a previous post you mentioned Ryker had a boyfriend but they broke up do to reasons. Will we ever get more on that?

Yup! Ryker has had a boyfriend before and they did sadly break up. (They were both giants) I was originally planning on writing a little one shot of everything, but I barely have time to write now TwT so I’ll just answer it here! :D (it’s a tiny bit long)

Yes, Ryker has had a boyfriend before Nathan! It was a very unhealthy relationship between the two, with the other not reciprocating feelings for Ryker and when they had, it made Ryker very uncomfortable. (Sexual stuff, they were very manipulative, uncaring) The two had been dating for a couple months, almost a year, and eventually Rykers boyfriend had enough of Ryker. They complained that he was getting tired of Ryker bothering him and that he was just too touchy (hugs, little kisses, holding hands nothing sexual) for his taste. Even though Ryker was usually quiet and caring and didn’t even bother him.

So the guy breaks up with Ryker and leaves him in a little mess. Ryker has a hard time getting back into things and finds out his ex moved somewhere else. But of course that break up changed him, which is why Ryker is always so cautious with touching people, especially Nathan since he didn’t want him to be uncomfortable (little does he know Nathan is touch starved and loves all the hugs, kisses, and being with Ryker as much as possible)

So pretty much Rykers love language is physical touch! He just likes knowing the feeling of someone being there for him and same goes for the opposite as well!

If you would like me to write out a part please let me know! I’ll try my best to get it out as fast as possible if you would like to see a one shot!

Thank you for the ask anon! :D

[roychewtoy]

simon shoulda been weirder about nathans immortality

[usamey]

thinking about how nathan has the cutest lil crows feet but you cant see em unless he smiles which unfortunately is rarely if ever </3

[cure-cosmo]

i swear once my power comes back i am going to watch every single match these two have been in and this is a threat

[digitaldaydreamm]

we need more rafe and bsf reader content pls☹️☹️

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | you just got dropped off from a totally casual hangout with a guy, but you didn’t tell rafe—because, well, he’s not your boyfriend… right?

warnings: possessive, overprotective, “he’s not even your boyfriend but acts like it” energy

a/n: i'm baaaaack, did you miss me? 🤭

part 2 | masterlist | taglist

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You barely notice the tension in the air until the car slows to a stop in your driveway.

“So, this is you?” the guy—Noah or Nathan or whatever—asks from the driver’s seat, drumming his fingers nervously against the wheel.

You nod, giving a polite smile as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “Yeah… thanks for driving.”

“It was fun,” he says, then hesitates. “So… who’s that?”

Your stomach dips the second you follow his gaze. There, sitting on your porch steps with his elbows on his knees, brows furrowed, is Rafe. His truck’s parked all jacked up in the driveway like he’d swung it in with no care for lines or curbs.

He’s not even looking at you. Just staring dead ahead, jaw tight, tongue pushing against his cheek like he’s trying real hard not to lose it already.

“Oh, uh,” you say quickly, fumbling with the door handle, “that’s just Rafe. He’s my—he’s basically my best friend.”

The words feel stupid as soon as they leave your mouth.

The guy raises his brows. “He looks… pissed.”

You force a laugh and open the door. “He always looks like that. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

You don’t wait for a reply.

The second your shoes hit the driveway, it’s like the energy shifts—hard. Rafe’s eyes finally meet yours, sharp and cold and unreadable. He stands up slow, all six feet and something of him, broad and angry and radiating that you’re in trouble silence.

You swallow. “Hey…”

He doesn’t respond. Just nods toward the car still idling behind you. “That him?”

You glance back, awkward. “Rafe—”

“S'that him?” he repeats, firmer now, like he’s two seconds away from walking up and yanking the guy out through the window.

“Yes,” you snap, suddenly annoyed. “Not that it’s your business.”

He scoffs, stepping closer until you’re practically backed into your own front door. “Not my business?” he laughs bitterly, eyes flicking down to your outfit—casual but cute, the kind of thing you only wear when you’re trying. “You went out with some random asshole, didn’t tell me where you were going, didn’t answer your phone—nah, you’re right, not my business at all.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, Rafe, it wasn’t a date.”

He gets in your face then, low and intense, voice full of venomous sarcasm. “Ohhh, right. Not a date. Just you, dressed like that, giggling in some guy’s passenger seat, letting him drop you off like he’s doing you a fucking favor. Real casual.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“And you’re outta your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m just gonna sit back and watch you get played by some dude who probably asked you out on Snapchat.”

You shove his chest lightly. “Jesus, Rafe, chill.”

He catches your wrist, holding it—not hard, but firm. “You forget who the fuck’s always been here, kid?”

Your heart skips. That damn nickname.

“You think he gives a shit about you?” Rafe sneers. “You think he knows how you take your coffee? That you can’t sleep with the closet door open? That you cry during vet commercials when the dog dies?”

You try to pull your hand back, but he doesn’t let go.

“He doesn’t know shit about you,” he growls. “But I do. And I always fucking have.”

Your voice is small. “So what, Rafe? You jealous?”

His jaw ticks.

And then, suddenly, he lets go of your wrist, takes a step back, and rips his phone out of his back pocket. “Nah,” he mutters, turning away and heading back down the porch steps.

He turns, takes two steps off the porch, then throws a look over his shoulder with that unhinged kind of calm.

“Is that the little fucker you’ve been giggling on your phone with?” he spits. “That the reason you’ve been ignoring me like some bratty fuckin’ teenager?”

You blink. “I haven’t—”

“Save it,” he snaps. “You think I don’t notice when you switch tabs the second I walk in? When your phone’s flipped face-down every time I show up? You think I’m fucking stupid?”

“Rafe—”

“Don’t,” he cuts in sharply, marching to his truck, fury practically vibrating off him. “Next time he drops you off, tell him to stop halfway up the block—unless he wants me waiting at the curb.”

You cross your arms. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re lucky I didn’t pull him outta the car,” he says, climbing into his truck like he didn’t just full-on stalk your casual hangout and threaten a guy with only eye contact and attitude. “Next time you’re bored, call me. Don’t go playing games with little boys who don’t know what the fuck to do with you.”

You stare at him.

Then he slams the door, starts the engine with a roar, and peels out like he’s doing it for dramatic effect—like the growl of the tires is part of the statement.

You’re left in the silence, heart hammering.

Not his girlfriend. Not his problem. And yet...

(you still haven’t blocked your location on Find My Friends.) (and he still shows up.)

[owenstar]

𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 - 𝗰.𝘀 ☆

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𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮. 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 2𝘬+ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 "𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, "𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺, "𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺," 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 1000 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵! 🤍

it was everything you could possibly imagine. the way your dress sparkled, the veil beautifully sheer, your blushing bridesmaids, the spectacular venue—everything was perfect. It was your dream wedding, the exact way you dreamed about it when you were a little girl.

you dreamed of marrying an amazing man. handsome, kind, a dreamer, a charmer, family-oriented, goofball, and easy on the eyes. that’s exactly what you did. tears dwelled in your eyes as you approached your groom standing at the altar. there he was, he was perfect. you watched how he wiped tears from his eyes. smiling ear to ear, that perfect smile. your father kissed your head as he placed your veil behind your salon styled hair. he shook your about to be husbands hand and walked off.

you stared at your future husband. those dashing blue eyes. you couldn’t believe they were set on you for the rest of your life. “do you christopher owen sturniolo, take her as your forever bride? to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“i do.” chris weeped, grabbing on to your hands if they were his grasp onto life.

“do you take christopher owen sturniolo as your forever husband? o have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“i do.” you smiled happily, trying not to streak your makeup with your tears.

“as the power vested in me, i do pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss your bride.”

immediately, chris wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his lips onto yours for a sweet kiss. the first one for the rest of your lives. you laid your hands onto his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumbs. you met those blue eyes. god those blue eyes. you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. happily ever after.

the after party was beautiful, glamorous, and most importantly. extremely memorable. family and friends danced all night as well as you and chris. there were some cheeky games played, one in particular was bypassed. the one where the groom takes his wife's panties from under the dress. your kinky friends bombarded you with pressure, “come on, get in the chair!” “yeah, girl, let him get under the hood!” your cheeks raced with pink hue from embarrassment. well, you saved yourself for marriage. so did chris.

there was casual make outs, heated groping sessions and maybe you did get a little tipsy at a party and allowed chris to suck on your tits like a hungry animal but that was all. you guys kept that promise to each other. until marriage.

the party died down after a couple of hours. chris was at a table with his brothers and close guy friends. “this is it, chris! you’re gonna know what a man feels like.” matt grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “yeah, dude, i can’t believe you waited twenty-four years for sex. that’s crazy.” nathan laughed. “literally, i lost my shit years ago.” nick chimed in.

chris smiled sheepishly and rolled his eyes. “alright alright, you horny fucks. quit bothering me. go home.” "hey, let me know how it goes!” matt yelled from across the ballroom as he walked out. “a man doesn’t kiss and tell!” chris yelled back.

you were with your bridesmaids, basically having the same conversation. they wished you goodbye as you and chris were the last ones to leave while the party workers stayed to clean.

“are you ready to go home, ms sturniolo?” christopher smiled and gave you his arm to latch onto you.

you rolled your eyes jokingly and accepted his hold. “yes, mr sturniolo.”

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the drive to the hotel was … tense. if you put it in that way. chris tapped his fingers on the steering wheel non-stop. while you cracked your knuckles and stared out the window.

“babe, are you okay?” chris finally spoke, the silence breaking.

“yeah!” your voice cracked, the nervousness clearly noticed.

“if you’re thinking about the same thing i am, it’s okay. we don’t have too.” “we can spend the night here or even go home.” he reassured you, grabbing your hand to calm your nerves.

“no, no it’s not that. it’s just the fact that we’re actually going to do it you know? like it’s gonna be applicable. like, we can do it? we’re allowed?” you blabbed.

chris chuckled and glanced at you. “calm down, we have the rest of our lives. if you would like too, i am extremely down too. if you’re not sure, we can cuddle and order food.”

“can i think about it?” you pressed your lips in a thin line. looking up at him, scared to see his reaction. it was his wedding night too you know.

“of course.” he stopped at a red light. he kissed the top of your head and sat back in his chair.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

at the hotel, chris was undoing his tie and dialing the room service number. “ babe, they have a sweet bbq burger with curly fries! do you think they’re pepsi or coke people? if they’re coke, we’re taking the soaps.”

you were currently in the bathroom, pulling the bobby pins out your hair and removing your makeup. “i feel like you were going to take the soaps regardless, chris.” you giggled.

“do you wanna split the burger with a small pizza?” chris creeped around the corner of the doorway like a little kid.

you nodded your head yes as you wiped your eye makeup off.

chris smiled and walked back to the bed. you closed the door quietly and locked it. behind the door was a black dress bag. you unzipped it. it was a lacy, white wedding styled lingerie dress. you bought this a couple weeks before the wedding. you didn’t anticipate this amount of nervousness though.

you slipped out of your after-party dress and stockings. quietly putting on the white outfit. you looked beautiful, pure, absolutely stunning. sexy, might i add myself. ( a/n ;D )

“chris?” you looked over the doorway. chris was on the phone, reading the menu. “great, thank you!”

“baby, the food is gonna be here in an hour. crazy but i guess it’s better than fighting over a beef burger like nick did. that was extremely funny.” chris laughed while he took off his suit jacket, he was left in his white button up and dress pants.

“chrissy?” you hummed gently, coming out from the restroom. standing with your hands behind your back.

chris looked up and saw you. his pupils dilated, black almost covering the gorgeous blue. “hey, wow. oh wow.” he walked over to you, admiring how the dress fit on you. it was loose and ended right above your panty line.

“you look amazing.” he stared gawky at your nipples peeking through the silk.

“i’m ready. are you?” you sang, walking closer to him, making him sit on the bed, you crawled onto his lap. the sweetness in your voice made his pants tighter.

you placed your lips on his, running your hands in his long hair. his hands immediately grabbing your ass.

“fuck, there’s no way you’re mine.” chris breathed heavily, his lips slightly parted.

“until death to us part.” you smiled and kissed him once more, a sweet kiss that got heavier and deeper. chris bit your bottom lip softly so he could slip his tongue in.

you adjusted yourself a bit so you could sit on his crotch, his boner restrained in his tight dress pants. you pulled back from the kiss, your lips kissing down to his neck. leaving small love bites and dark marks.

chris groaned and licked his lips. moving your hips with his hands for some friction on his crotch. “ma’, you don’t know how long i’ve imagined this.”

you looked down at the dick print in his pants, palming it gently. “actually, i could.” you teased. unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his zipper.

his dick moved a little, you pulled down the black boxers and watched how it almost hit his stomach. you gasped, you had never seen him like this. “you’re so big,” you whispered. you wrapped your soft hand around it, moving it slowly,

“fuck.” chris whispered under his breath. he watched as you were mesmerized with his cock. the first one in your hand was his and will only be his.

he lifted your head up with his hands, he kissed you again as you continued pumping his cock. glistening with pre-cum.

“baby, give me a second. i-i don’t want to cum yet,” he whined under your touch. you stood up and stared straight into his eyes. slipping the sheer dress off. you were standing in front of him, all in your glory. bare. the only things that covered you were confidence and complete arousal.

chris immediately pulled off his pants and boxers. he fiddled with his the first button on his shirt. “fuck, fuck.” “you’re gorgeous.” “holy fuck.” you smiled gently, coming up to him and unbuttoning his shirt and you connect your lips together. he pulled the shirt back and dropped it on the floor. immediately, laying onto the soft bed. the bed frame made a noise from both of your weight.

you sat on his lap, his body against the mattress. giving a perfect view of your tits. chris looked so innocent. his eyes like a puppy. he prompted himself up and sucked on your nipple. you ran your hand through his hair; weirdly, you felt so confident. you liked how chris looked at you so submissively.

he sucked on your nipple lovingly, whining when you pulled back. “you like my tits baby?” “yes ma.” he whined, his cheeks pink. “do you really want to be my first chrissy?” you tangled his brown hair, he looked fucked out from nothing yet. “yes, please!”

“show me.” you were aroused by your own words. your cunt dripped as you had chris around your finger. he’d latch onto your words like a fucking puppy. “go ahead. fuck me.”

you climbed off him as he climbed over you. you spread your legs, pushing them against the mattress. chris watched your exposed pussy. it glistened with your own arousal. his mouth watered. he lowered himself down, grabbing your inner thighs and kissed them. getting closer to your cunt. “chrissy.” you hummed, pulling on his hair.

chris kissed your pussy. licking your sensitive area in circles. his lips covered in your wetness. “chris!” you moaned, extremely new to the feeling.

kissing and slurping on your clit. his nose rubbed the top a bit. your legs closed due to the pleasure, almost trapping his head in between yourself. “baby,” you moaned, gripping onto his hair, “chrissy, it’s so good!“

“chris, chris, chris!” you moaned. god, having your pussy ate for the first time felt fucking ethereal. you were a mess. you couldn’t shut the fuck up. you babbled countless “fuck”s and seethed his name as you felt your orgasm approach. this didn’t feel like anything compared to your fingers or vibrator.

chris didn’t stop, he seemed like he was entranced in your pussy. slurping like a starving animal. feigning for your orgasm to cover his face.

“chris baby, it’s so good. im gonna fucking-! chris!” you moaned, feeling the orgasm run you over like a fucking truck. your pussy clenched around nothing — yet. your cum drowning chris’s face. he smacked and sucked all over your pretty pink clit.

“baby~” you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed all of him. now.

chris came up, his lips covered in your cum. he licked his lips and kissed you hungrily. “mama, i need you right now. it hurts so bad,” he whimpered in your ear, his cock in hand. his tip puckered pre-cum, desperately needing to be instead your dripping cunt.

“go, go, baby.” “right now, i need it now,” you breathed out. god, chris looked so god damn hot. his neck covered in small hickeys and faint red lipstick kisses. his lips were pink, almost a swollen color, as his hair was a mess. brown locks covering his forehead and those eyes. those beautiful blue eyes.

he kneeled and aligned himself with your pussy. ‘baby, do you think you’ll need my fingers?” chris questioned. “no, i need you.” you whined, your pussy clenched around nothing again.

chris nodded his head and thrust extremely, painfully, and slowly. only his tip is going in. the stretch opened you painfully. “chris!” “i know, mama, i know. give it a second.” he kissed your pink lips and went in a little more. “honey~” you whined, grabbing onto the back of his neck. it felt so good, but it hurt like a bitch. luckily, you were extremely wet, so the natural lube welcomed chris easily.

“can i move?” chris whispered, inches from your face. your eyes were pressed together, a small tear ran down your cheek. “yes, please.”

chris thrusted in slowly, your pussy sucked him in. it felt amazing, “m-mama’s” chris moaned, feeling how your pussy felt. sopping and tight. his first time with his beautiful girl. he couldn’t feel anymore safe.

chris thrusted slowly, catching a rhythm. moaning gently in your ear. “s-so good, mama. i-it’s so good.” you held onto his hair. wrapping your legs around him. your nipples hardened, your stomach tightened. the delicious feeling of his large cock pumping inside you. you'd bite your lip in euphoric pleasure. god, you couldn't get enough. "fuck baby, j-just like that."

the familiar feeling coming up again, your back arched from the bed. your hand let go of his hair and went down to your clit. chris’s cock penetrating that sweet spot inside of you. he'd plant wet, sloppy kisses on your chest and tits. god, he loved them so much. “chris! i-im gonna!” you moaned. the bed frame hitting the wall. you felt sorry for your neighbors, well. it was your wedding night, anyways.

chris bit his lip, suppressing his moans. “no, no baby. i wanna hear you cum.” you noticed. chris whimpered in your ear. “im gonna cum baby. it’s so close.” his stomach was in knots as his load was building.

“cum in me baby. i trust you.” you smiled gently; the pleasure and the sweetness, the vulnerability made your eyes water. chris pumped sloppily as you rubbed your clit faster. “fuck!” chris moaned, painting your insides with his white load. your release came right after. you pussy clenched around him. your second orgasm feeling more intense than your first.

chris laid on top of you, kissing your chest and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "i love you so much mama."

letting yourself catch your breath, you play with his hair. "i love you so much more." chris looked up, planting a sweet gentle kiss on your lips.

"you wanna go again?" he asked, his eyes full of love.

"we gotta do something before the food gets here."

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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- i’m a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 🥹 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR 👹if it’s okay, may i request another fic with the same couple 🙈 perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo 🫶

Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?

Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)

warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.

authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship

There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted. 

He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didn’t even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck. 

Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?

Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been she’d been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin. 

He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again. 

They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest. 

“UnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,” Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him. 

Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.

They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time they’d arrived on the scene. 

She’d gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been. 

Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henry’s phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men. 

They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wrids’ daughter had been one of them.

Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to. 

Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldn’t help but feel sorry for, one she couldn’t help but think wasn’t entirely wrong in his actions. 

“Bobbie Wrids,” Tara’s voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, “This is the FBI, we’d like to talk,” 

They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently. 

Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSub’s arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the father’s face. 

He was grieving. He was grieving his little girl’s death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet. 

“Bobbie,” Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henry’s beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. “We’re going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-”

They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henry’s skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, “Don’t come any closer, this pig isn’t worth your mercy,”

“We know,” She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. “We know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.”

His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry. 

“They hurt my little girl,” Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, “She was my girl. She was only eighteen.” 

She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage. 

“I know, I’m so sorry for what happened to her,” She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, “I’m so sorry,” 

“He doesn’t deserve mercy, none of them did,” Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henry’s trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him. 

She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them. 

“Bobbie, listen, I know they didn’t deserve to walk free, okay?” She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, “But she wouldn’t want this for you, would she?”

The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob. 

“Come on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,” She begged, because she wasn’t beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, “Please,”

Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencer’s eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbie’s hand. 

“Please,” She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbie’s shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter. 

Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights. 

Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didn’t care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldn’t lay a hand on her since she wasn’t part of his list. He didn’t care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughter’s description. Spencer didn’t care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible. 

His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way he’d feared. Because she had grabbed him. She’d pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was. 

Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed. 

“Agent,” His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didn’t listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him. 

“It’s going to be okay, you’re okay,” She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasn’t still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands. 

“They killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,” He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, “No one would listen, the police didn’t listen, I had to do something,”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry,” This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, “I’m listening. Tell me about her,” 

“She was so beautiful,” Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. “She never hurt a soul,”

She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip. 

“I’m sorry,” She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, “I can help you,”

He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the man’s hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. 

He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didn’t see the jeopardy she was putting herself in. 

Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years. 

“You’re a sweet girl,” He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. “But no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,”

And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.

—

She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldn’t open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe. 

She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbie’s body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe. 

It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbie’s body growing larger by the second. 

“I don’t understand,” She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing. 

But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late. 

“You’re in shock, you need to breathe,” A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them. 

She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when they’re overwhelmed. 

“I don’t-” She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, “I don’t understand, I was going to help him- I don’t understand- why?”

“I know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,” Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone he’d taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since she’d driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new. 

“Spencer, I don’t- I don’t get it,” She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, “Spencer, I don’t under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-”

“Shhh, you need to breathe,” He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where she’d just been front row seats to a messy suicide, “Come on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,”

But she wasn’t listening, and he wasn’t offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them. 

Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them. 

He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently. 

“Just breathe, hey, look at me,” He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, “You need to calm down, you’re going to faint if you don’t breathe,”

She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands. 

“Spencer, I don’t understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,” She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt. 

His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didn’t want to face what was going to happen when they left that building. 

Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him. 

–

She hadn’t smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk ‘incase she needed something nice to think about,’

She hadn’t looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldn’t do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelope’s sake that she would put it to good use. 

He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard. 

They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasn’t listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign. 

He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, “What do you want to drink?” 

She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, “Hot chocolate, please,” 

And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes. 

Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didn’t. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested. 

But Spencer had had enough. He’d worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again. 

It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadn’t slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible. 

He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because he’d asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything). 

The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasn’t sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright. 

He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet. 

“Just a second,” He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadn’t seen since he’d helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance. 

She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock. 

“Oh my god, Spencer!” She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class A’s, “I never knew you had a dog,” 

“I don’t,” He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canine’s ear, “This is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handler’s number. They said he’s the happiest dog in the world,” 

 “I would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,” She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing. 

And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin. 

Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dog’s jowls to gently push him down. 

“Oh, you are the sweetest guy,” She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, “Yes you are, you’re the sweetest little guy around, huh?” 

She chuckled, scratching down the mutt’s neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than she’d realised. 

“Petting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?” Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point. 

Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so off lately, I just can’t sleep at the moment-”

 “Don’t apologise,” He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, “What happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,” 

She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, “You wouldn’t,”

His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadn’t sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didn’t think she was actually capable of that emotion. 

She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day he’d held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.

“You’re so brave, Spencer, you’re like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I can’t even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,” She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, “I wish I was like you,”

His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise. 

“Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?” Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off. 

She wouldn’t blame him for hating her. She’d always worried, until perhaps that day they’d gotten into her car and she’d driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him. 

“I’m sorry-” She started, but he shook his head.

“Stop apologising,” He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, “I don’t want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,” 

She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, “Really?”

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, “Yes, really.” Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, “We all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,”

She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again. 

“You don’t think I’m too sensitive?” She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his. 

Spencer shook his head, “Sensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,” 

Her smile was blinding, because she’d never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasn’t stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub he’d tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all. 

But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if she did. He’d protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him. 

She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, “Tea?”

Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though. 

[zolass]

Lust and Envy PT. 2 Top Male Reader x Perv Male Best Friend OC

Part 2 finally here, thought I'll feed y'all with some smut after leaving y'all kinda dry with the progression of 'Detectives Attraction' I'm not sure if I'll maybe post another start of a fic or some smut with characters. smut kinda lame ngl bc I also looked up tips for smut bc I'm not satisfied with how I write it.

cw: Cheating, Sex without protection, yes Nathan broke up with Lexie after getting his brain fucked out the night before.

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You didn’t know exactly how or why you continued– maybe the fact that you didn’t want Nathan to be all pouty and annoying again around you, or because he looked rather cute when he begged you for something. So that’s how you were once again sitting on the bed after fucking Lexie in front of your best friend. 

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the woman to leave yet again, which made you sigh in relief, before you leaned back on the bed, your arms holding you up while you looked at the brown haired male. “Satisfied now? Or–” your words cut off as you still saw the painfully hard cock, weeping precum while he blushed heavily with tears in the corner of his eyes.

A small frown formed on your face, “Do you need help with that?” you simply asked, without questioning, which made Nathan focus on you. Slowly he nodded while biting his lip, in return you only tapped your lap. Your best friend quickly stood up from the chair and pulled his pants off completely after they only hung on his thighs, before he walked over to you.

When he sat down on your naked thigh, feeling your warm sweaty skin against his had him almost weak in the legs while his cock throbbed. You only watched his face, tears in his eyes and red cheeks and slightly bruising lips. He looked so pitiful in your eyes, while he sat on your lap you couldn’t help but place one hand on his waist while your other hand wrapped around his weeping cock, which enlightened a moan from the other. 

“I’ll jerk you off, okay?” Nathan only nodded, as his arms looped around your neck. Moans spilled from his lips as you started to move your hand, the precum making it easier as the wet sounds reverberated in your ears along with Nathan’s moans. It didn’t take long for Nathan to cum, his back arched pushing his chest against yours, while his body trembled.

White cum spurted from his tip, painting your torso and his shirt, as you continued to stimulate him through his orgasm until the last spurt of cum came out of his tip. You can’t lie the lewd face of your best friend sent blood rushing to your cock, which pressed right against his ass.

But instead of a disgusted look– Nathan tried to grind down on it, making your breath hitch, “Come on–” Nathan whined as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, “I turn you on– you turn me on, let’s just give in,” his lips brushed against yours as his eyes found yours, “Fuck me.” It wasn’t a softly spoken request– it almost sounded like a demand, which made you chuckle.

“Didn’t think you were one to cheat on your girl– especially not with your male best friend, Nate.” You said with a raised eyebrow, “I would’ve said she doesn’t need to know for the thrill– but the way she’s eyeing you, it would be for the better if she knew, no?” Nathan whispered, while his words made you raise the other eyebrow as well. “You sound like you have more feelings for me than her–” “I thought it was obvious– I might be a dick for using her to have a view of how you’re in bed, but now that I have the chance to be the one that gets fucked by you– I don’t see why I should continue the relationship,” Nathan shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing, 

You were– speechless for obvious reasons, but you threw your doubts out of the window when Nathan placed a kiss on your lips, “Let’s focus on us, okay?” He asked oh so sweetly, which made you swallow and nod, but just as your best friend was ready to get back into action pressing your cock against his rim, you stopped him, “Don’t you need–” “To prep myself? I already did that before you fucked her, because I knew I would get what I want,” Nathan chuckled. 

“Also I don’t think we’ll be needing this,” with those words he pulled the condom off of your aching cock, before letting the condom drop onto the ground, before he grabbed the lube bottle and popped the lid open, to squeeze some lube onto your cock. You only placed your other hand on Nathan’s waist, as you watched how he kneeled above your lap, with your cock in his hands as he was so focused on getting your tip in after rubbing the lube over your length, and as the warm tightness of his hole wrapped around your tip, you couldn’t help but groan and grab his hips tightly. 

The brunette suddenly dropped onto your lap– shoving your entire length roughly into his hole, making him let out a shameless loud moan with an arched back and eyes rolled back in pleasure while enlightening a groan from you as you tighten your grip on his skin. Nathan didn’t waste too much time and started to lift and drop his hips, until he found a comfortable pace for both of you making him ride your cock sometimes quicker and then slower while his hole clenched and unclenched around it.

Nathan loved the feeling of having your cock slide in and out of his hole, reaching deep inside prodding against his prostate, accompanied with the wet squelching sound. You started to thrust up into him, as his legs trembled. Oftentimes your lips crashed together into a heated make-out which was interrupted by the needy and breathy moans from your best friend, with your thrusts and hands on his waist guiding him to bounce on your cock it made Nathan never wanting this to stop– even as his second orgasm hit him. His sweaty forehead laid on your shoulder, as a moan erupted from his throat. Your blunt nails dug into his plush skin, as his hole tightened around your cock pushing you over the edge making you spurt cum into his hole painting the velvety walls white.

You felt Nathan clinged to you after the high ebbed away, making you both heave in breaths occasionally with a kiss sneaked in between. You couldn’t help but caress his sweaty back as he kissed you, his hands on your cheeks as the kiss deepened. Slowly both of you pulled away just enough for him to speak, “What are we now?” He was nervous as he asked you this– not wanting to ruin it after everything. 

But how could you label it suddenly, “Let’s figure it out together alright?” You only asked him, making him nod as he bit his lower lip. “How about another round?” Nathan suddenly asked, to which you didn’t say no, leading to a long night shared between, what once were, two best friends.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTURNIOLO'S GO TO THE SUPERMARKET * NATE DOE

SUMMARY　::　Where Y/N, younger sister of the triplets and Nate's girlfriend, participates on the 'Sturniolo Triplets go to Europe' video.

FEATURING　Nate Doe x sturniolo!reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The car hummed softly as Chris maneuvered through the Burger King drive-thru lane, his hand resting lazily on the wheel. Matt sat in the passenger seat, holding the camera aimed casually toward the rest of the group while Nick sat directly behind Chris, leaning forward slightly to catch glimpses of the menu ahead. Nate was behind Matt with his arm draped comfortably over Y/N, who was nestled between him and Nick.

"You getting your apple pie, babe?" Nate asked, his voice low as he turned his head to Y/N, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over her shoulder.

She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mock offense.

"When do I not get my apple pie?" She quipped, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

"Fair point." He said, chuckling, his pearly teeth making an appearance. Nick, overhearing, snorted.

"She’s literally more predictable than Chris when it comes to Pepsi." Nick teased, earning a playful nudge from Y/N.

"You're just jealous." Y/N shot back with a grin, sticking her tongue out at her older brother.

"Yeah, okay." He replied sarcastically. "Jealous of having a partner who steals half my fries every time we eat."

"Nate, blink twice if you need help." Chris chimed in, earning laughs from Matt.

"She doesn’t steal them." Nate answered Nick, purposefully ignoring Chris. "She claims what’s rightfully hers."

Y/N snorted as Matt turned to face the camera, raising an eyebrow.

"This is what we have to deal with every time we come to Boston, folks."

When they reached the intercom, Nick leaned forward with a gentle smile, his tone dripping with kindness.

"Hi! How are you?"

Y/N looked at the woman from above Nick's shoulder, quickly joining in.

"Oh, you’re the pretty woman who got our orders last time!" Her voice sounded warm and cheerful.

The woman on the other end chuckled.

"Back again, huh? Can you just... just give me one second?"

"Of course, no problem!"

As they waited, Nick turned to the rest of the car, holding up his phone.

"Okay, Matt, you’re getting two plain cheeseburgers. Nate, two plain cheeseburgers with pickles. Chris and Y/N, one plain cheeseburger each. Everybody’s getting fries. Chris wants a Dr. Pepper, Nathan wants root beer, and you’re splitting it with Y/N. Matt, you’re skipping soda. Y/N, you want an apple pie."

Everyone stared at him for a beat before nodding in unison.

"How do you remember that every time?" Nate asked, meeting Chris’s eyes through the rearview, widening his as if asking 'how crazy is he for that?'.

"Because none of you have the courage to make your own orders." Nick retorted smugly, folding his arms.

When the woman returned to the speaker, Y/N jumped in to help Nick relay the orders, letting him list the items while she clarified little details, like, "No ketchup on Matt's burger, please", and, "Yes, we want mayo packets".

Once it was finalized and paid for, they pulled forward, settling into a comfortable buzz of conversation while waiting for the food, the sound of Chris's fingers tapping the steering wheel with a rhythm only he could hear echoing as background noise.

Y/N leaned back against her seat, a realization look crossing her face.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys." She started, her voice soft but filled with excitement. "I talked to Breanna this morning. She’s so excited about the wedding. And honestly, the way she talks about Ryan..." She trailed off, shaking her head with a soft smile. "She just sounded so in love. It’s the sweetest thing. You can tell how happy they make each other. It’s amazing."

Nick nodded quickly, letting his phone fall from his hands to his lap, turning to Y/N.

"True! I texted her yesterday, and she told me about how Ryan's been so involved with the wedding planning." He commented. "I can't wait to see the decor-"

"I was the knight in shining armor in your-" Chris cut Nick's trail of though, singing a song that, apparently, was on his mind the whole day, showing how little attention he was paying them.

"Chris." Y/N interrupted sharply, rolling her eyes before looking at Nate with a 'is he being serious right now?' look. "Shut the fuck up. That’s the fourth time today."

Chris spun around in his seat dramatically, almost hitting Matt's hand still holding the camera.

"You shut the fuck up."

Before Y/N could fire back, Nick cut in, groaning loudly.

"Can you both shut your gay mouths, please?"

Chris cackled at Nick’s deadpan delivery.

"Nick, don’t call me that with your gay mouth... unless you want me to kiss you on that gay mouth."

"Great, now I forgot what I was saying." Y/N leaned back, sighing loudly.

Nate laughed at them, exchanging a shake of head with Matt while pulling Y/N closer.

Before long, their food was handed through the window, bags crinkling as Matt took them from Chris and carefully distributed everything while the youngest triplet found a space to park.

"Okay, who’s plain cheeseburger with pickles?" Matt asked, holding up a wrapper.

"That’s me." Nate said, taking both burgers with one hand while the other stayed firmly holding the cup full of Dr. Pepper.

As they began unwrapping their food, Matt reached over to steal a fry from Y/N’s box - which she had out on the car console, earning him a swat on the hand.

"Touch my fries again, and I’ll start charging you rent." She warned, narrowing her eyes.

The conversation turned light and casual as they ate, filled with the usual teasing and laughter, with comments directed to the camera. Between bites of her burger, Y/N turned to the group.

"So, are you guys excited? Milan, first fashion show, Prada? Kind of a big deal."

"Are you kidding?" Matt said, wiping his hands on a napkin. "It’s insane. I’m still trying to figure out why they invited us."

"Because you’re their model now, Matt. And they obviously also love Nick and Chris. Do you realize how many gifts you three received from them just in the last three months?" Y/N replied matter-of-factly.

Chris shrugged.

"She’s not wrong. I mean, we’re kind of a big deal there."

"She's right." Nate nodded, noticing that she had just taken the last bite of her cheeseburger. "Matt will be a real model in no time."

His hands were quick to leave his own second burger on top of his legs and pick Y/N's apple pie from the car console, opening the packaging carefully before taking the crumpled wrapper from her hands and tossing it into the paper bag at his feet, finally handing the sweet pie to her.

A bright smile stretched across her face, directed at him, silently thanking him before taking a bite.

"And I'll be waiting for Sebastian Stan's autograph."

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The bright fluorescent lights of the supermarket reflected off the aluminum cart Matt was pulling, the squeaky wheels occasionally echoing down the empty aisles. The five of them walked together, Chris holding the camera and making sure to record everything.

"All we need to think of is what we’re eating tonight, and then we’re leaving tomorrow." Nick said to the camera, his tone matter-of-fact.

Y/N, holding Nate’s hand tightly, froze mid-step. Her eyes widened as she turned to Nick, her expression a mix of shock and disappointment.

"Wait, no! Is it tomorrow already?" She asked, her voice laced with sadness. Her lips formed a pout as she stared at her older brother, the reality that she just had a few more days with her brothers before they went to Milan and their routine went back to the usual - them in LA, her in Boston - hitting her hard.

Nick turned his head to her, softening at her expression.

"Yeah." He said, almost apologetically. "Tomorrow is Saturday already, so we’ll have breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner, depending on how late we leave."

Her shoulders slumped slightly, her pout deepening. Nick sighed softly before stepping by her side, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him as they kept walking.

"Come here, sweetheart." He muttered, ruffling her hair gently with his free hand. "Don’t look at me like that. You know we’ll be back soon."

Y/N let herself melt into the hug, though the pout didn’t leave her face.

"I just don’t want to be away from you guys again." She mumbled. "It’s been so nice having you here for so long."

Nate watched them with a soft smile, his hands buried on his hoodie pockets.

"We’ll miss you guys, you know? It’s been fun having all of you back." He added.

"We’ll be back in no time." Chris lowered the camera slightly, his tone unusually sincere. “Let’s not think about that now, though. Let’s enjoy the rest of these days, alright? We still have the whole wedding together."

Y/N nodded reluctantly, her spirits lifting slightly as Nick gave her a squeeze before letting her go. Nate reached for her hand again, threading his fingers through hers and giving her a reassuring squeeze.

They turned into an aisle lined with shelves of sweet treats, and Nick perked up instantly, scanning the options.

"I think we should get powdered donuts or something." He suggested, pointing to a shelf. "You guys like those, right? And then we should get milk and cereal." He looked at Chris and Matt expectantly, but neither answered, both seemingly distracted by something on the shelf opposite them. "Yeah?"

Noticing the silence, Nate chimed in, chuckling.

"Yeah, Nick, I agree. Powdered donuts sound good."

Chris snorted at Nate’s answer, glancing up from the camera.

"Yeah, sounds good." He said, finally catching on. Matt nodded in agreement, still looking at the random colorful items on the right shelf.

Y/N looked around them, quickly spotting the sweet treat. She wandered a few steps ahead, grabbing a pack for her brothers. As she walked back toward the group, she glanced at Nate.

"Babe, do we still have powdered donuts at home?" She asked him.

Nate frowned, seeming to think for a second before shaking his head slightly.

"Nah, it’s almost gone. I think there’s like one left."

Y/N frowned thoughtfully, then turned back to the shelf to grab an extra pack, tossing it into the cart.

"Alright, one for you guys, one for us."

Nick watched her as she added the donuts to the cart, then turned back to the camera.

"Okay, so tonight, we’re going to make pasta with sauce-"

"I want Mac N Cheese." Chris interrupted from behind the camera, speaking over him.

At the exact same time, Y/N also talked, turning to them from a shelf full of cookies that she adored.

"If you’re having pasta, I’m having dinner with you again."

Nick stopped mid-sentence, looking between them with exaggerated annoyance.

"Alright, listen." He said, holding up a hand to stop any further interruptions. "We can get mac n cheese to eat tomorrow..." He compromised. "And you both can stay with us tonight." He added, looking at Nate and Y/N. "Deal?"

Y/N beamed, her earlier sadness momentarily forgotten.

"Deal." She said, happily observing Matt grabbing a box of Mac N Cheese from the nearby shelf and placing it in the cart.

Chris turned the camera toward her with a grin.

"The way she’s acting like this is some grand negotiation is crazy."

"Because it is!" Y/N replied, laughing as she moved to stand beside Nate again.

"Y/N’s just excited to spend more time with us." Nathan slid an arm around her waist, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

"She loves us too much." Matt teased, earning an eye roll from his sister.

"Can’t argue with that." Y/N shot back with a grin.

Nick resumed his walk, pulling the cart and making his way to the front of the group as they approached the refrigerated section. Without a word, he reached for the milk, sliding two cartons into the cart Matt was pushing.

"Milk’s in." He announced to no one in particular, already walking again, pulling the cart with him this time.

The others followed behind, their laughter and chatter echoing softly.

As they passed the hygiene products aisle, Matt - who was looking around while talking to Y/N and Chris - slowed his pace, his mischievous grin already forming as he placed his hands heavily on Nate’s shoulders.

"Hey, shouldn’t you grab some condoms, Nate?" His voice carried just enough volume to catch the attention of the rest of the group, quickly bursting into exaggerated laughter, reacting as if he was the funniest person in the world.

Nate froze mid-step, his face going red as a chuckle immediately erupted from his throat.

"Bro, what?" He choked out, his tone both incredulous and amused.

Y/N, walking beside Chris, immediately rolled her eyes, clearly used to Matt’s way. But instead of letting the comment slide, she crossed her arms and tilted her head with a sly smirk.

"Nah, we don’t need them anymore." She quipped, her tone light as if she was talking about the weather, keeping walking.

The air froze for a split second. Matt’s jaw dropped, Chris nearly dropped the camera, and Nick snapped his head around so fast it was a miracle he didn’t break his neck.

"Wait, what?" Nick blurted, his voice high-pitched and absolutely panicked as his wide eyes locked on Y/N.

Nate froze, blinking in confusion before looking at Y/N with a gaze that screamed 'you didn’t just say that', noticing the playful glint in her eye and the way she was trying not to laugh.

Matt, however, didn’t.

"Excuse me?" He shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of horror and disbelief. "You’re kidding, right? You’re kidding!" He gestured wildly between the couple, his eyes going from them to the camera in Chris's hands and back, clearly unsure if he wanted them to keep filming or put the camera down and probably faint.

Y/N, unable to keep a straight face anymore, burst out laughing, doubling over as she clung to Nate’s arm for support.

"Oh my God, you should see your faces!" She wheezed, her shoulders shaking as tears of laughter formed in her eyes. "I'm not pregnant. We're safe. It was a joke, Matt! A joke!"

Nick groaned, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation.

"You are the worst." He muttered, though his lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile, shaking his head while returning his walk.

Chris exhaled a long, dramatic breath, trying to steady the camera above his trembling fingers.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, his voice still tinged with lingering panic. "I almost had a heart attack, you know?"

Nate chuckled, nodding his head as he looked down at Y/N, who was still laughing.

"You’re trouble." He teased, his tone soft and affectionate, kissing her temple softly before nuzzling her hair, exhaling the fresh scent of shampoo from their shower earlier. "Pure trouble."

Matt finally straightened up, pinching his nose bridge with his fingers.

"You're not my favorite sibling anymore after that." He affirmed, shaking his head.

Still giggling, Y/N waved her hand dismissively.

"You’ll get over it." She said, sealing her lips with Nate's for only a second before walking toward Nick, leaving the others behind.

"Anyone want juice?" Nick asked over his shoulder, his attention already shifting to the brightly colored juice aisle.

"Lemonade!" Matt called out immediately, forgetting about what had happened not even 5 minutes before, spinning on his heel and heading down the aisle without waiting for anyone to answer.

He grabbed a single plastic bottle of juice, walking just some steps closer to the group before placing the lemonade bottle in front of his covered crotch.

"Come drink it, Nate." He said, wiggling his eyebrows and holding the juice suggestively.

Nate let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he looked at Matt and then at Chris, who was with a disbelief look on his eyes.

"You’re sick." He said, his tone dripping with mock disgust, waving his hand at the triplet.

Y/N, who had just turned back to pick some apple juice for her, froze for a second, her eyes wide.

"Oh my fuck, Matt." She muttered, running a hand through her face before glancing at the camera. "Well, my boyfriend’s boyfriend, everyone." She said dryly, throwing a pointed look at Nate, who was still laughing.

Nick, who was now at the cart putting some strawberry yogurt in, looked up sharply at Matt's figure approaching with the juice still in front of his dick, his face stern.

"Matt, put it down." He said, his tone that of an annoyed parent dealing with a disobedient child.

Matt laughed harder, but he did as Nick said, setting the lemonade by the yogurt's side with an exaggerated sigh.

"You guys ruin all my fun." He muttered, though the smile never left his face.

Their next stop was the cereal aisle, where Chris immediately zeroed in on a brightly colored box of cereal.

"Fruit Loops Rainbow Sherbet Scoops." He read aloud, holding up the box so everyone could see. His tone was a mix of awe and disbelief while reading the small descriptions.

Nick wrinkled his nose, looking at it over Chris's shoulder for a second without stopping walking.

"That looks horrible-" He began, but Y/N cut him off, her face lighting up as she stepped forward.

"No, shut up, it looks cute! I want it." She said, her excitement clear as she moved to Chris’s side to get a closer look at the box. She tilted her head as she read the description over his shoulder. "Wait, it cools your mouth? That sounds so cool."

Chris grinned, passing her the box.

"Alright, it’s yours, kid." He said, handing it over like it was a prized trophy.

Nick sighed, though there was a hint of fondness in his expression, his eyes meeting Nate’s, who just shrugged as if to say 'there's nothing you can do besides accepting it, bro, I've tried'.

"Fine, put it in the cart." He said, waving a hand dismissively. "But don’t complain to me if it tastes like toothpaste."

"It won’t." She said, grinning.

After that, he group made their way to the pasta aisle. The shelves were stacked high with every type of pasta imaginable, from spaghetti to bowties, and Nick was quick to reach for a box of rigatoni and a jar of vodka sauce, stopping in front of the cart and holding them up for everyone to see.

"Okay, rigatoni and vodka sauce." He said, looking around the group. "Do you guys want to get a different pasta shape, or is this good-"

Before he could finish, Matt’s voice rang out from behind the camera in an exaggerated baby tone.

"I want ice cream sauce..." His voice was so ridiculous that it was impossible not to laugh, and he immediately broke into a fit of giggles at his own joke.

Nick’s expression didn’t falter, his face a mask of pure boredom as he glanced directly at Matt.

"You’re so funny, Matt." He deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

"I’m kidding." Matt said between chuckles, zooming the camera in on Nick’s annoyed face before panning back to the group.

Nick turned back to Y/N and Nate, ignoring Matt entirely.

"So, are you guys okay with this for dinner?" He asked, holding up the rigatoni and sauce again.

Y/N, standing close to Nate, was quick to respond.

"Nick, you know I love vodka sauce." She said, shrugging as she placed a hand on her hip. "You could’ve picked any pasta, and I’d still be happy."

Nate nodded in agreement, his hand resting lightly on Y/N’s lower back.

"Yeah, I fuck with it." He said with a grin, his casual tone earning a laugh from Chris behind the camera.

"Perfect." Nick said, tossing the items back into the cart. "Dinner settled. Let’s find a cashier and get out of here."

The group began walking toward the front of the store, their chatter light and easy as they weaved through the same aisles. They were almost at the registers when Matt, who had been walking beside Nick, suddenly froze mid-step.

"No way!" His tone was incredulous and loud. The abruptness of his reaction startled Nick, who jumped slightly, his hand tightening on the cart.

"What the hell, Matt?" Nick snapped, his tone exasperated as he turned to his brother.

But Matt wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were wide with excitement, and he bolted toward a nearby fridge like a kid in a candy store.

"Y/N, oh my God!" He shouted over his shoulder, his voice filled with pure glee. "Look at this!"

Y/N, initially confused by his sudden outburst, followed his gaze. When her eyes landed on what Matt was pointing at, her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"No way!" She gasped, her excitement matching Matt’s as she grabbed Nate’s arm. "Babe, it’s apple cider!" She exclaimed, giving him a light shove before sprinting toward Matt.

"I can see that, angel." Nate's soft voice echoed from behind her, a laugh escaping his lips.

Matt was already standing by the fridge, practically bouncing on his heels as he pointed to the neatly lined rows of apple cider bottles.

"I thought it wasn’t the time of year anymore!" He said, his voice still filled with amazement as he grabbed one of the bottles and held it up for Y/N to see.

Y/N joined him, her eyes wide with joy as she stared at the cider.

"This is amazing!" She declared dramatically, picking up a bottle of her own and cradling it like it was a prized possession.

"Kids are losing it over apple cider." Chris said through his laughter, zooming in on Y/N and Matt, who looked like they’d just won the lottery.

Nick, who had finally caught up with the group, shook his head in disbelief.

"You two are ridiculous." He muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice as he watched his siblings freak out over something as simple as apple cider. "Are you actually going to drink that?"

"Absolutely." Y/N said without hesitation, handing the bottle to Nate, who rolled his eyes lovingly, taking it from her before putting it in the cart.

"We can come back after LA to get more, yeah?" He said softly, his voice low enough that only she could hear as his hand found her hair, brushing a strand out of her eyes.

Y/N opened the biggest smile, her eyes meeting his full of love.

"That would be awesome!" She exclaimed, making him laugh, nodding softly.

"Alright, let’s pay and go before these two decide to move into the store." Nick said, steering the cart toward the registers.

As they made their way to the checkout, Matt turned to Y/N.

"I call first sip when we open it."

"Not a chance." Y/N shot back, crossing her arms while frowning deeply.

"Over an apple cider." Chris said sarcastically, shaking his head as he filmed them bickering all the way to the registers.

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