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vanteguccir · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTOO MUCH * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.

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 noise in the living room had escalated from playful teasing in front of the camera to sharp, biting words. Chris stood behind the kitchen table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at Matt and Nick, who were both looking at him from the other side of the table with expressions caught between frustration and exasperation.

"Do you ever think before you act, Chris?" Matt's voice was, surprisingly, raised, an edge of impatience in his tone. "We can’t get through one day without you doing something childish and making a scene, or worse, making our videos look like shit because of it!"

Chris’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately, his eyes darting between his brothers, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand.

"I wasn’t trying to do anything." He muttered finally, his voice barely above a whisper laced with hurt. "I was just... being myself."

"Yeah, exactly." Nick jumped in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "And that’s the problem. You’re always yelling and doing the most, Chris. It’s just... exhausting, okay?"

Chris clenched his fists, jaw tight as he glared at Nick, feeling himself crumbling a bit because sure, he’s too much. Sure, he speaks too loud and had opinions about everything and wasn’t afraid to share them, even if they were about the silliest things. Sure, he feels cornered and childish and immature and annoying, and most of what they're saying is probably true, but hearing his own brothers say it out loud... it pains his heart.

"You know, that’s actually rich coming from you." He shot back, his voice carrying a frustration he couldn’t hold back, trying to disguise his pain with anger. "You’re always the first to say that people watch us because we’re different, because even though we look the same, we're still different. But all you ever do is complain that I’m not just like you or Matt!”

Nick’s expression shifted, taken aback by Chris’s words. But Nick wasn’t one to back down, his voice snapping back almost before Chris had finished speaking.

"That’s not what I’m saying at all!" He fired, eyes narrowing. "Is it so insane to want you to stop yelling and acting like a literal child in every video? We’re trying to be professional, Chris! People like us, yeah, but they won’t if you keep acting like-"

Chris dragged a hand over his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, trying to shut out Nick’s words, trying to drown out the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood.

"... and we can’t keep dealing with it, Chris. Grow the fuck up."

The youngest felt his chest tighten even more. His greatest insecurity - one that clawed at his chest every night when he couldn’t sleep, when the silence around him became deafening - was now on full display, brutally brought to life by the people he trusted most.

The internet was relentless in labeling him as "the weird one", the "annoying triplet", just because he was loud and talked too much, just because he was unapologetically himself. He’d laugh it off, of course, joke about it even because it was easier to pretend it didn’t bother him. But deep down, those words haunted him, scraping at the edges of his self-worth, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t enough.

And now, hearing Matt and Nick throw those same words at him... he felt hollow. Like all the air had been knocked from his lungs. They knew. They knew how those comments got to him, how hard he tried to ignore it, to rise above the criticism.

"Fine." He said bitterly, hating how his voice trembled slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "I’ll get out of your way, then."

He pushed his weight off of the table, preparing himself to get out of there, but as Chris stormed away, Nick's frustration boiled over, and he turned to Matt, his voice sharp and incredulous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

But Chris kept walking, his shoulders tense as he made his way to the stairs, refusing to let himself look back. His brothers’ voices felt like static at this point, blending into the background as he forced himself to keep going.

Behind him, Matt muttered under his breath, an edge of impatience creeping in.

"Why is he being so dramatic?" He called, exasperation evident in his tone. "Chris, just come back, man! Let’s finish this video."

But Chris didn’t even slow down. Each word felt like salt in a wound he was struggling to ignore, a constant reminder that he wasn’t on the same level as them, that they were all looking at him like he was the problem.

Maybe he was.

As he went down the stairs, his mind was racing, every emotion simmering just below the surface.

His hands trembled slightly as he reached his bedroom door, a mix of anger, shame, and sadness twisting in his chest, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep it together. He wanted to scream, to push all the hurt away.

Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Y/N - curled up on his bed with notebooks spread around her and laptop balanced on her knees - looked up instantly, a huge smile spreading across her face as she noticed him, her expression so genuinely happy to see him that it made his heart ache even more.

"Hi, honey! How was filming?" She greeted brightly, unaware of the turmoil written across his face.

But her smile faltered quickly as she took in his red-rimmed eyes, the way his face seemed almost haunted, his body tense and trembling as he stood frozen in the doorway. She blinked, worry flashing across her features.

"Chris? Hey, what happened?" The girl whispered, and her words were like a lifeline, breaking the dam he’d tried so hard to keep in place.

She was quick in put her work together, placing her notebooks and laptop gently onto the floor beside her, leaving it all opened for her to come back to it later, her arms instinctively opening up to him.

"Come here, baby."

Without another thought, Chris crossed the room and collapsed into her open arms, sinking onto the bed as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear alone.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he could somehow hide from everything that had been clawing at him. His legs slid between her thighs, his body curling into hers, every part of him drawn in close, seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.

Y/N didn’t say anything at first. She could feel the way his shoulders shook, the silent sobs racking through him as he tried to hold back, his breath catching painfully against her neck. She held him even tighter, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his fluff hair as she pressed soft, reassuring kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere she could reach.

"Shh... It’s okay, sweetheart." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his line of hair. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, Chris. Just breathe, baby."

But Chris felt anything but safe in his own skin. Shame and hurt twisted inside him, tightening like a vice around his chest. He tried to fold himself even smaller, curling tighter into her, trying to somehow look smaller for a 5'8 grown man, pressing his body as close to hers as he could.

He wanted to disappear, to melt into her embrace, and let the world live freely without his presence. The words Matt and Nick had thrown at him - the very same words he read online, the labels he was used to brushing off - felt so true, so much a part of him that he couldn’t deny them.

Childish. Annoying. Immature.

He hated himself in that moment, hated how much he cared, hated how the words dug under his skin, making him feel unworthy, unloved.

"Am I... am I really that annoying?" He whispered, his voice cracking and sounding more horse than it should. "Do you... Do you think I’m too much, too?"

Y/N’s heart twisted painfully as she heard his words, the broken way he spoke them. She frowned deeply, pulling back just enough to look down at him, her hand cupping his wet cheek as she met his gaze, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down his face.

"Oh, sweetheart..." She shook her head gently, her voice laced with disbelief and fierce love. "No. No, Chris, of course not. You’re not annoying. You’re not too much. You’re everything I could ever want. You’re perfect exactly the way you are."

He clenched his fists, gripping onto Y/N’s hoodie - or better, his own blue hoodie -, his knuckles white with the force of it as he tried to agree with her, but her words didn’t seem to reach him. His brow furrowed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he choked out.

"They said... They said I’m always yelling, being loud, making a scene... like I’m always... embarrassing them." His voice caught on the last words, his breath hitching as he fought to keep from breaking down completely.

Y/N held him tighter, her hand moving to the bottom of his white shirt, traveling inside of it only to rub soothing circles along his naked back as she spoke in a soft, steady tone, hoping her words would anchor him.

"Chris, they love you. They’re just... they don’t understand how much their words hurt sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you’re a burden or that you’re too much. You bring so much joy and energy to everything. That’s part of who you are, and it’s one of the things I love most about you."

He shook his head slightly, his breathing coming faster as anxiety started to build again, overtaking him.

"I... I just don’t get it. One minute, they’re saying people watch us because we’re different... and then they tell me I should be more like them. I don’t... I don’t know how to be that. I tried so hard to be like them, you have to believe me, but I don’t know how to change who I am-"

Y/N felt the depth of his frustration in the desperate way that he begged, wanting - no, needing - her to believe him. She cupped his face gently, urging him to look at her.

"You don’t have to change, Chris. Not for anyone. You’re enough just as you are, baby. And you’re not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone who really sees you and loves you for who you are."

He nodded slowly, finally trying to take a deep breath, only to feel like his nose was closed and his throat was being chocked by invisible hands. He closed his eyes forcefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tried to breathe in a gulp of air that never seemed to be enough. Chris could feel his heart tightening, his chest struggling in the quick movements of going up and down too many times in a second.

"Can't- I... Please-" He tried, tightening his hands around her hoodie, panicking with the anxiety attack that seemed to come so suddenly.

"Hey, hey, Chris. Sweetheart, you’re okay." Y/N whispered softly, her voice a calming presence against the storm inside him. She shifted slightly, one hand now resting on his chest with a firm press as she guided him through deep breaths, her own voice slow and steady. "Come on, just breathe with me, okay? In... and out... Nice and slow. I’m right here with you."

Following her lead, Chris pressed his eyes tighter in a way that made him see stars behind his eyelids, focusing on the rhythm of her voice, the rise and fall of her own breathing against his fists. With each exhale, he felt a bit of the tension release, his chest loosening as he tried to match her calming breaths.

Gradually, his racing heart began to slow, the adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him feeling heavy, exhausted.

Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"There you go. That’s it... Well done, my strong boy. Now, just relax. I’ve got you."

As his breathing evened out, Chris opened his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability that tore at her heart.

"You don’t have to carry all of this alone, Chris. I’m always here for you, no matter what. You’re safe with me, okay? I love you... so much." She leaned down, pressing another kiss to his forehead as she held him close, her voice soft.

The gentle reassurance, the quiet love in her words wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him further into her warmth. His eyelids grew heavier, the tiredness finally catching up with him as he let himself surrender to the comfort of her arms, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"I know, honey. Sleep." Y/N whispered, a tender smile on her lips as she cradled him closer, holding him like a mother would hold her kid, her hands tracing soothing patterns along his back. "You can rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up."

As she continued to whisper soft reassurances, her fingers running gently through his hair, Chris’s breathing finally evened out, his body relaxing completely in her arms. His head rested on the curve of her neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist as he drifted off, his pain and worries slipping away in the safety of her embrace.

Y/N leaned down, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his hair before laying her cheek against his head, her arms wrapped securely around his body as she watched over him.

"I love you, sweet boy."

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A couple of hours had passed, the sunsetting casting a soft, warm light over Chris’s room, where he and Y/N lay wrapped together on the bed. Chris’s face was nestled against her shoulder, his breathing steady and calm now, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers.

Outside the room, Matt and Nick exchanged a glance. They’d been standing in the hallway for nearly five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock. Their earlier argument with Chris had weighed heavily on both of them, guilt twisting in their stomachs as they replayed every hurtful word that had left their mouths.

Finally, Matt raised his fist and knocked softly on Chris’s door, the faint sound echoing in the silence. When there was no answer, he hesitated, glancing at Nick before slowly pushing the door open.

They both froze at the sight before them. Chris and Y/N were curled up together on the bed, Chris’s face still damp from tears as he lay against her, completely relaxed in her arms. Y/N had one arm around his shoulders, her fingers resting in his hair, while her other hand was hiding inside his shirt, holding his back, cradling him protectively. They looked peaceful.

Matt’s heart clenched at the sight, guilt intensifying as he took in Chris’s tear-streaked face. He glanced over at Nick, who was staring down at his feet, clearly feeling the same crushing remorse.

"Let's go. We can come back later." Matt muttered, pulling Nick towards himself before starting to back out of the room, thinking it might be best to give Chris a bit more time.

But just as they were about to close the door, Chris stirred, shifting slightly in Y/N’s arms. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, his face just inches from the gentle slope of her neck where he could still catch the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the natural warmth of her skin.

He moved slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movement caused her to pull him in closer, her fingers instinctively brushing over his back. The feeling of her hand tracing small, soothing circles over his shoulder as if it was a muscle memory grounded him further, coaxing a soft sigh from him as he nuzzled deeper into her embrace, pressing a gentle, barely-there kiss to her neck.

When his sleepy eyes finally traveled around the room while gently stretching his legs between hers, he finally caught Matt and Nick's figures standing in the doorway.

His face fell the instant he realized they were there, his peaceful expression replaced by a guarded, distant look. Carefully, he eased himself up, making sure not to wake Y/N as he pulled himself away from her arms.

"Came for round two?" He looked at Matt and Nick, his sleepy voice laced with bitterness as he asked.

Nick swallowed, words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right thing to say. What an irony. He opened his mouth but only managed to mumble, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out.

Finally, Nick took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Chris, I... we came to say... We just..." His pearly teeth caged his bottom lip momentarily, taking a deep breath. "We love that you’re different."

Chris stared at him, incredulous, eyebrows raised as he scoffed softly.

"Different? That’s what you’re leading with?" His eyes narrowed, hurt simmering just beneath the surface. "So now I’m the ‘different’ one? Funny, ‘cause that didn’t seem to be a good thing a few hours ago."

Nick faltered, his face flushing as he realized his words weren’t coming out the way he intended. He tried again, tripping over his explanation.

"No, no, I... I didn’t mean it like that. I just-"

Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze lowered as he avoided Nick and Matt's eyes, interrupting Nick.

"Look, I want to apologize, alright?" He started, his voice barely more than a murmur, thick with emotion. "I know it was all my fault and that I’m a lot to handle. I get it. I can be too loud, too... everything, really. And I know I’m not like you guys. I’ve tried so hard to be, but it’s just... not me." His words hung heavy in the room, his fingers twisting anxiously in his lap. "I feel like sometimes I just ruin things because I don’t know how to turn it off. You two seem to have this balance, you know when to joke and when to be serious, and I’m over here just... always pushing things too far."

He exhaled deeply, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brothers', the weight of insecurity and years of self-doubt written all over his face.

"I’m sorry if it feels like you have to put up with me. I’ve tried to be more like you, but it’s never enough. And sometimes... it just feels like who I am isn’t what anyone wants." His voice cracked at the last words, his vulnerability laid bare, and he quickly looked away, bracing himself for whatever they would say.

Nick and Matt shared a look, each seeing the guilt mirrored in the other’s eyes as Chris’s words sank in, cutting through them like a blade.

Matt felt his chest tighten, a pang of regret settling heavily in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. How could he have let Chris - his little brother, the boy who was always loving him no matter what - believe, even for a second, that he wasn’t wanted exactly as he was?

His legs moved on instinct, carrying him back into the room before he even registered it, straight to Chris, who looked so small and hurt, slumped at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Matt reached out, placing a steadying hand on Chris’s knee, his fingers gently pressing into his brother’s skin as if trying to ground him.

"Chris, you’re our little brother. I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re too much for us." He swallowed, his voice wavering as he continued, willing Chris to see and feel every word. "I love you, man. We love you for who you are. You don’t need to change a thing. It’s your energy, your spark that makes everything better. You have this way of bringing life into everything, and that’s something I wouldn’t change for anything." He looked into Chris’s eyes, his own gaze filled with a raw honesty. "We need you to be you, Chris. No one else."

Nick’s heart clenched as he watched, his own guilt building with every second. Gaining control over the hurt and regret flooding him, he crossed the room in long strides, dropping down beside Matt. He looked up at Chris, his throat tight with emotion, the sight of his little brother so closed-off, so wounded, cutting deep. He was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.

"Yeah... you being another person? That’s not what we want at all. We’ve never wanted you to be anyone else. You’re perfect the way you are, Chris." Nick’s voice shook, filled with a determination to make Chris understand the truth, to undo every careless word he and Matt had thrown his way earlier. "I'm so, so sorry that we said all of those things and made you think so bad about yourself."

Chris’s defenses wavered, his resolve crumbling as he glanced between his brothers. Their sincerity seeped through, but doubt still clouded his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, loosening his grip on his hoodie just a bit.

"You promise?" His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with uncertainty, his fingers twisting anxiously into the fabric of his sleeve.

Without hesitation, Nick reached forward, taking Chris’s hands in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing firmly.

"We promise. We love how wild you are, how you’re always the one bringing the energy. You’re louder, sure, but that’s not something bad, it's exactly what makes you, you. You’re the happiest out of the three of us, Chris, and we wouldn’t change that for anything." He gave Chris’s hand another reassuring squeeze, feeling the smallest hint of relief when he saw the younger brother begin to relax, if only slightly.

Matt nodded, adding gently.

"And hey, I don’t think we need to be professional or act in a type of way for our videos to be good. The viewers love us for who we are... the mix of chaos and calm. That’s what makes us, us. It’s why they stick around."

Chris took a shaky breath, letting their words settle over him, feeling the weight of them begin to ease some of the pain. Slowly, he nodded, his fingers curling back around Nick’s reassuring grip.

"Okay."

Matt leaned forward, placing a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

"We’ll do better, alright? We’re brothers. We’re gonna mess up, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have each other’s backs. Always."

Chris exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension melt away as he leaned into their touch, the comfort of his brothers grounding him in a way only they could. Straightening himself, he managed a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a bit lighter.

"Yeah... always."

"Well, I’m really glad you guys are okay again." Y/N’s soft voice broke the silence, bringing all three heads up in surprise.

She moved with a quiet strength as she sat up and brushed her hand tenderly through Chris’s hair, watching his face light up as he realized she’d been awake all along.

"But just so we’re clear... if either of you hurt my baby like that again, you’re going to have to answer to me." She turned her gaze to Nick and Matt, a playful but fierce glint in her eyes.

"Y/N..." Chris dragged the last letter of her name in a whining tone, feeling flustered with how she called him 'her baby' in front of his brothers - even though they were more than accustomed with it.

Nick’s eyes widened jokingly with her threat, a chuckle escaping him. He lifted his hands in mock surrender, glancing at Matt as if to say, 'Well, we better watch out'. Matt nodded, eyes a bit sheepish, scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, alright, no more ganging up on Chris. You have our word, Y/N."

Content with their promises, Y/N turned her attention back to Chris, opening her arms and pulling him into her embrace once more. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her warmth, his head nestled against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, fingers tracing soothing circles along his back as she whispered.

"I told you they didn't mean it." He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, the last bits of hurt melting away.

Nick and Matt watched the two of them, a fondness softening their expressions.

"You know." She murmured, pulling Chris's head away from her chest and looking at him with a mischievous grin. "You’re pretty lucky to have all of us wrapped around your finger."

Chris laughed, a real laugh this time, the sound full of relief and love.

"Yeah, I know. I just... I guess I forget sometimes."

"Well." Nick started, squeezing Chris’s shoulder with a grin. "We’re not going anywhere. So next time, just remind us if we’re being idiots, alright?"

Chris nodded, glancing gratefully at each of them, feeling more grounded and cherished than he had in a long time.

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 7 months ago

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An Arranged Marriage, part 12

M!troll x f!reader

1.2k words

(Also, ask box is always open, I am literally always vibrating out of my skin to talk about this man)

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Sometime ago Zen’jan had stopped purring and seemed to be entirely asleep on your lap. You kept combing out his hair as long as you could, stopping only when you could not reach anymore because how he was laying back. It was a marvel just how much hair he was shedding, your lap was covered in green hairs and you had amassed quite a pile next to you as you cleaned out the comb.

With his head tilted on your lap one of his ears was sticking up, much longer and pointier than an elf’s, and you could not help tracing your finger along the edge. Midway up his ear there was a sizable tear and numerous nicks all up and down the sides. He sighed in his sleep while you played with his ear, maybe one day you would get up the courage to do things like that when he was awake too.

He seemed happy, a strange realization you had as you watched him doze. Sure he had smiled and joked with you a bit in the last month, but this was different, this was actual genuine happiness.

And it was weird to realize you were pretty happy too. For the first time in your life you were able to go where you wanted and do what you wanted. You had free reign to roam the city without being dogged by attendants chaperoning you around and deciding where you were allowed. You could go where you wanted, talk to who you wanted, just do what you wanted.

Maybe what was the most weird was without a doubt you knew Zen cared about you. You were not sure if you could call it love, from either of you, but he truly did everything he could to take care of you.

Your hand drifted from his ear back to his hair, he was shedding much less now as you ran your fingers through it. It was the dense, thick second layer to his hair seemed to be what was mainly shedding, then there were the longer strands that laid on top and gave his hair its length. You found yourself just absentmindedly playing with his hair while you got lost in your thoughts.

“Having fun?”

Startled, you looked down to see Zen looking back up at you smiling.

“You do not have to wait until I fall asleep to touch me you know” he continued.

“How long have you been awake?” you asked.

“Since you were touching my ear”.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“No, it felt nice and I figured you would stop if you knew I was awake”

He was right. You were not sure why but you still felt embarrassed by it.

“Are you getting hungry? I did not mean to fall asleep again, so by now you must be starving” he asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve eaten since breakfast yesterday”.

“Would you prefer to stay home and rest, or would you like to come with me?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, part of you just wanted to wrap up in blankets and stay in the warmth and safety of your home, the other part of you did not like the idea of being left alone.

“I’ll come with you” you decided.

The two of you walked the streets of the market quarter of the city, Zen close enough to be brushing against you at all times. It seemed he was making up for lost time now that you were comfortable with him touching you.

He happily let you lead the way to any food stalls that caught your attention and translated for you so you could ask questions about any foods you were not familiar with. It was a nice change just to walk around with him eating street food and chatting, sure you were still exhausted, but this was a good distraction.

“You just let me know where you want to go and what you want to do” he said and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

You yelped, your shoulder stung and felt raw when he touched it.

“I am so sorry, did I grab you too hard?” he asked, panicked by your reaction.

“No, no it’s not that, just stings” you said.

“Let me see” carefully he tugged the collar of your shirt aside to check on your shoulder, “How did you not feel this before, look”

You looked at the top of your shoulder, your skin was bright red and angry and stung where his fingers accidentally grazed it. The redness continued down the top part of your arm.

“From the sun yesterday, since your shoulders and arms were not really covered” he said, “We can get something for it on the way home”.

The two of you continued your walk, Zen insisting on buying all sorts of sweets and snacks for later. He paused in front of a small shop before ducking inside with you in tow. Herbs and plants overflowed from shelves and hung from the ceiling and an older troll woman sat behind the counter.

She called out in the troll language to the two of you and you smiled politely, not knowing what she said.

Zen however immediately launched into an animated conversation. You smiled while you watched him, he was much livelier speaking his own language, gesturing with his hands and emoting. You loved listening to him speak even if you did not know what he was saying, he always seemed happier using his language versus his stiff common.

The two of you left the shop with a small jar of something and made your way home.

“May I?” he asked as the two of you sat together at home on the bed. He was holding the little jar from the shop and gesturing to your shoulder.

You tugged the edge of your collar aside and Zen quickly got to applying whatever was in the jar. It was cold against your skin, but did help take the sting away. Gently he continued, moving on to your other shoulder and both arms. It was nice a nice feeling as he sat behind you, the quiet sort of intimacy of just helping someone.

You leaned back against him, resting your back on his chest and he lowered his head down on top of yours. You reached up and offered him some of the pastry you had been eating, though instead he planted a few soft kisses along the inside of your wrist, his gentle show of affection made your heart flutter a bit.

“Are you happy, Zen?” you asked.

“I am” his lips were still against your wrist as he spoke, “Are you?”

You thought about it again. You were in a city where you did not speak the language, your husband followed the lord of shadows and you were still avoiding unpacking your feelings about that, and in the last month you really had only made one friend. But you were happy, more than anything you were free.

“I am” you said.

“Good” he nuzzled the top of your head, “Do I still need to sleep on the floor?” he teased.

You turned sideways a bit and buried your face into his chest, “No, I think I really liked sleeping together earlier” you could not look at him while you admitted it.

“I am happy that you feel comfortable with me now”

You could hear his soft purr as he spoke.

Part 13

#monster fucker #monster lover #teratophillia #terato #monster x reader #troll oc

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therunawaykind · 15 days ago

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The Predicament

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, pinch of angst?

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, explicit language, bottom!Wanda, teasing, mention of alcohol, swearing, jealousy, small bit of drinking/partying

A/N: Long time no see! (yet again) this has LITERALLY been sitting in my google docs for months hence the main theme/focus of this whole thing being Halloween and sort of AU-esque? No pronouns used for the reader throughout, though there is a mention of a bra but besides that it's all very much gender neutral. Nevertheless enjoy!

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Suddenly your laboured breaths are at the forefront of your mind, the music playing from your headphones unexpectedly becoming faint as you simultaneously focus on your feet hitting the pavement in a regular rhythm, as you run through the brisk New York weather. Running both before and after work is the only thing that can alleviate the stress from the tasks undertaken at the office.

Focusing on the fog leaving your mouth as you exhale, you feel the annoyance of New York unexpectedly and abruptly becoming colder much sooner this year than in previous years. As you turn the corner a sense of relief fills your body as you see the bright shining lights from all the rooms in your apartment building knowing sooner rather than later you’ll be out of this bitter cold and in the warmth of your home, where you can warm up with a bath or shower, bundle up in layers with a blanket and make yourself a warm dinner that’s if she hasn’t already but nevertheless you cannot complain.

Summoning every last bit of energy you can you pick up the pace and make a dash towards the entrance to the building attempting to avoid all the people strolling past as well as the Halloween decorations on the path, slightly nudging off people and apologising as you pass but you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as you witness the doorman opening up the door as he sees you approach.

Giving him a small salute as you jog through the door, “Thanks Nick, Keep up the good work!”

“Anytime Y/N, I’ll be sure to keep on top your schedule and routine subconsciously,” he playfully tips his hat towards you. Pressing the button for the elevator, you laugh as the doors open. “See you later Nick!”

Stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor, you slump against the wall and rest your head against it. To address the elephant in the room, with the mention of a she earlier, as many of you would assume it is a partner, a spouse or even a family member. That in fact is not the case in the slightest, the she, you had mentioned, although you hate labelling her as such, is your maid, housekeeper? Whichever you prefer. Honestly, a lot of the time you just refer to her as your roommate, considering she does live with you as well and if it were up to you, you wouldn't have even hired her because realistically you don’t need it.

Granted the apartment is quite big but if you had to of course you’d find and make the time yourself to look after and clean it, but inevitably it was down to your parents hiring her for you and them knowing the Maximoff family they had you warned if you had gotten rid of her or stopped her from working for you, they in fact would find out, you never questioned how they would find out but that’s something you’d never want to figure out. You have to let it be known you never have and never will treat her like you’re her boss, she does whatever she wants when she wants, and you’d like to say for yourself that you do pay her quite generously for all that she does.

You didn’t know the ins and outs on why it had to be a hire from the Maximoff family, specifically the Maximoff girl, you never really did gather the courage to ask. Hell, you were even pushing your luck by paying her a wage, both your parents and hers didn’t believe she was good enough to receive such benefits or to quote them directly “worthy enough” to get such things but that was the one and only thing you stood up and fought for, as for everything else both families left how you handled and dealt with the situation up to you both.

Groaning, feeling the tightness spreading across your whole body from the run, as you swipe through your watch, you get hit with the realisation that you ran a lot further than you intended to. Hearing the ding of the elevator alerting you that you’ve arrived at your floor muttering “Finally.” Walking out of the elevator, unlocking your door and entering your home you immediately get hit with the smell of some sort of curry which you can’t help but sigh happily as you remove your trainers and leave them by the door. Glancing around in an attempt to get sight of the woman herself as you walk further into the apartment, smirking to yourself as you hear the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen you slow down and take her in as you witness her in her element dancing slightly to the music, sipping her drink and tasting the food.

“Seems like you’re in your own lil world there huh, Maximoff?”

Not expecting to hear your voice she jumps and stops the music “Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry Y/L/N I didn’t hear you come in. If I knew you were here, I would’ve brought you a water or something-”

You grimace slightly at the use of your last name, walking over to her slowly, “Wanda, Wanda, it’s fine, don’t worry, this house is as much yours as mine, and I thought we settled this, no using my last name it isn’t necessary or needed. I’m not my parents or yours, are we good?”

“I- but your parents?”

“My parents are not the people you’re working for, paying you or dealing with you on a daily basis…dealing with isn’t the right word because I don’t deal with you really, it’s easy to live and co-exist with you here.” sighing you throw your head back and chuckle as you hear Wanda let out a little giggle “But for real are we good?”

“Yes, we are Y/N, thank you.”

“Of course, anytime, Wanda.”

You notice Wanda glancing at the clock from the corner of her eye “You were out longer tonight, did you do a longer run than you set out for?”

Groaning as you walk over to the fridge to get a bottle of water “It was an unexpected long run, it wasn’t in my head to go for that long, but I already know I’m gonna be paying for it later.”

Watching Wanda stirring the curry slowly you can see her thinking before she gathers the courage to say “Well, how about this, you go up and have your shower or bath, whichever one it is. I’ll have dinner ready and served up by the time you’re done, we can watch whatever, then before we both go to sleep, I can give you a massage that’ll hopefully loosen your muscles out.”

Wanda’s face flushes slightly as she hears a slight moan escape your mouth “You’d really do all that for me?”

Smirking slightly “Well you do pay me for doing all this, the massage is just a bonus for you a once-off.” Looking back down and furrowing her eyebrows as she checks on the curry, you smirk slightly as your eyes drift up and down her body lingering on the way her jeans hug her curves and ass. Biting your lip slightly as you simultaneously shake your head and clear your throat “Yeah yeah of course once-off, I shall thank you in advance now. I’ll see you in a few minutes, Wanda.”

As you walk off you hear a faint “See ya.” mumbling to yourself “What the hell is wrong with me.” Whilst the shower did not alleviate all of the tightness in your muscles it did certainly help with dispelling those random thoughts you had of Wanda….at least momentarily at least. Eating the food Wanda had made truly felt like it was the best meal you’ve ever had and honestly, it very well might be. Throughout the meal, you had commented multiple times how Wanda should’ve become a chef and how great she’d be at it however, going unnoticed by you as you made those comments as much as Wanda appreciated them her face would drop and she’d take a deep breath in and offer you a tight-lipped smile.

As Wanda sat up to take the plates to clean up, you quickly stood up and much to the betrayal of your body you stumbled ever so slightly as you took the plates from her “Ah-ah I’ll wash these, I’m taking you up on that once-off massage offer considering that shower didn’t help whatsoever, you go up and prepare whatever you need to and I’ll take care of these.”

Standing there speechless, Wanda watches your every move as you walk to the kitchen “I- wait what do you mean to go up and get prepared? Go where?”

You spin around and look at her “uhhh my room? Where else would we do it?”

“I- mean we could do it down here? On one of the sofas.”

“Nonsense it’ll be much more comfortable up there.” Nodding absentmindedly as she mumbles “Fuck.” Wanda slowly starts making her way upstairs to prepare.

Walking upstairs with bottles of water for you both you peek into your room as you see Wanda sitting on your bed fiddling with her fingers. Deliberately, you make a lot of noise coming up the stairs, so she knows you’re coming. You lean against the doorframe, she smiles out at you.

“You ready for this?”

She laughs and nods “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You know if this makes you feel weird or think it’ll affect our work relationship or friendship in any way, we don’t have to do it.”

“No no it’s fine I promise, I offered and I at least want to try to make you feel better or alleviate the uncomfortableness you’re in currently.” Smiling at each other you walk into the room slowly, clearing your throat “I uh I brought you up a bottle of water as well if you want it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Standing there awkwardly, Wanda looks up at you “C’mon Y/L/N get those clothes off chop chop.”

Rolling your eyes and scoffing you start to remove your hoodie and sweats. Whilst you can’t see anything by the hoodie covering your face, Wanda’s eyes scan up and down your body and remain on your sweatpants sitting on your hips. Swallowing dryly and clearing her throat, she gets up and grabs the lavender massage oil and shakes it in an attempt to distract herself.

“Umm is staying in just my underwear okay?”

Swiftly turning around to face you, completely missing the information that just reached her ears and not at all contemplating how her brain would short-circuit seeing you in just your underwear, Wanda stands there staring at you wide-eyed in your bra and underwear. “I um yeah, when you lie on your stomach I can just undo your bra and move your straps so they aren’t in the way. But um as for your underwear, I did get a spare towel to drape over your lower half, just on the slim chance I somehow manage to get oil on anything, I don’t wanna ruin it or anything really.”

Nodding to yourself “Perfect I will get right on that.” disappearing into the bathroom as Wanda hands you a towel as you pass her by. As Wanda hears the click of the door locking she shoves her head into her hands and groans. Placing the other towels on the bed Wanda takes a deep breath as she hears the bathroom door unlock and the sound of you walking back into the bedroom slowly, she mutters to herself “Okay, let’s do this.”

Wanda wrings her hands as she watches you situate yourself on your bed shaking her hands out picking up the lavender massage oil and putting her legs on either side of your hips. Pouring some of the oil onto her free hand and some of it onto your back, she jumps slightly as you exclaim “Cold! Oh my god that’s so cold a warning would’ve been nice!”

Holding back her laughter as she places the lavender oil on the floor, Wanda smirks as she rubs her hands together “You’re right that’s my bad.” Taking a deep breath in she places her hands in the middle of your back and starts moving her hands up and down your back to spread the oil, clearing her throat “Is there anywhere specifically on your back, neck or shoulders that’s very tight and that feels like will give you trouble or is the majority of the problem from the waist down?…now that I ask this out loud I realise I probably should’ve asked this first before starting.”

Propping your head up onto your hands, which are flat on the bed laughing slightly “It is mostly just from my waist down, but hey, I mean no harm in getting any knots or tightness out that you do notice or come across up here.”

“Perfect, no problem.”

“Wanda?”

“Mhm mhmm?”

“Is that oil lavender?”

“Um it is yeah how did you know?”

“Smells nice, that’s all, might put me off to sleep.”

Shaking her head slightly as she presses down on different sections on your back “And I’m sure even if you do that, it won’t last long if I'm getting the knots out of your back and legs.”

“Try me Maximoff.”

“Oh, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” Glancing up at you briefly, you both share a quick laugh at the interaction.

//-//-//

“OW, Maximoff what the hell was that.”

Laughing to herself “I told you, not my fault you went on an extra long run besides, I'm nearly done with you now anyway, but we might get a few more ow’s out of you yet.”

Groaning, you flop your head down onto the bed and let out a big breath. Absentmindedly knowing full well she’s done with the massage completely, Wanda keeps rubbing her hands up and down your legs as she takes this moment to fully take all of you in. Her eyes run up and down your slightly glistening body rapidly as she sits with the idea and tethers on the edge of finally accepting the thoughts and feelings that have been brewing since she was first introduced towards you, she realises she can’t deny them anymore. Sitting with that realisation, she quickly pats your legs softly, “You’re all done and de-knotted.”

Whining as you stretch ever so slightly “Oh my god I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.” grabbing one of the free towels and awkwardly manoeuvring to wrap it around yourself “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…because I’ve heard stories about how private you and your family are but um how do you know how to properly massage people.”

“No no, you’re okay, the privateness is more so my parents and they tried to pass it on or more like force me and Pietro to be like that, and I- I guess it was successful to an extent but anyways. Um, whilst I was in college studying cu- the actual career I would’ve liked to pursue because I’ve always liked learning new things, I simultaneously was taking part in massage courses as well as a bunch of others, but that’s not important.” She waves her hand dismissively in an attempt to move and change the topic promptly. As you’re sitting on the bed staring at Wanda, taking in all that new information and details, you nod slowly “I mean for what it’s worth if it’s any consolation, I do find it interesting and I’m always happy to know and learn more about you. You Miss Wanda Maximoff are an enigma to me.” A grin spreads across your face as you hear her laugh.

As you go to walk into the bathroom to wash all of the oil off yourself, you turn around as you hear Wanda call your name. “I know this is probably very bad timing and late on my part but I was just wondering is it okay if I have a few friends over here tomorrow night? They just wanna have a quiet little fun Halloween night in where we’re all dressed up and whatnot.”

“Of course Wanda, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again this is as much your home as it is mine. You can have friends and people over as much as you like. You know I’m unfortunately not here very much as it is, so I won’t be in the way of you all. So yeah feel free work away, if you need me to pick up anything for you tonight before it gets too late let me know.”

Wanda faintly smiles, “Thank you Y/N and just know that you wouldn’t be in the way.”

//-//-//

Trudging through the streets of New York, you exhale deeply as you undo the top button of your shirt, looking around and grinning at all the young trick-or-treaters going door to door with their parents. Entering the apartment building, you quickly greet and salute the other doorman, knowing Nick wasn’t working tonight, considering he was trick or treating with his children. Falling against the elevator wall, you mindlessly scroll through your phone as you wait for it to arrive at your floor. Hearing the ding of your arrival, you absentmindedly drag your way through the hallways until you arrive at your door and softly lean your head against it and exhale softly.

Your mind seemingly forgetting about the little get-together Wanda was having as you slowly unlock your door, shutting it behind you as you slip off your shoes. Leaning against the door and keeping your eyes closed, you suddenly get startled when you hear an unfamiliar voice blurts out “Well well well if it isn’t the lawyer, is this your usual getup or did you just decide to come dressed up as an exhausted lawyer for this get-together?”

Hearing a faint “Agatha stop it.” your eyes shoot open murmuring “Fuck.” underneath your breath your eyes glance around the room as you look around at all of Wanda’s friends dressed up dotted around the living room sitting across various sofas and chairs.

Chuckling to yourself “No, no unfortunately this is my normal getup Wanda here can attest to that.” Wanda raises her glass in a joking manner to agree with you, more aware of your surroundings your eyes scan the room again, they stall at the very few men who are present. Wanda seeing your stare aimed at the men of the group, she sits up straight clearing her throat to grab your attention. Whipping your head back to her she gives you a little smile “How rude, I should’ve probably introduced everyone here. Besides me, we have Natasha, Maria, Bucky and my twin brother Pietro, across from us on the other sofa and chairs we have Agatha her girlfriend Rio, Steve, Sam and Vision or Jarvis what we call him changes all the time. Everybody this is-” pausing as she looks at you briefly contemplating how to introduce you due to not all of them knowing the situation, noticing her dilemma “I’m her roommate, Y/N.” waving briefly at all of them as they all reciprocate the greeting, well, mostly all. The goody-two-shoes, evident posh boy Vision didn’t instead, he looked you up and down with a very….distinct expression spread across his face.

Stuffing your hands into your pockets and clearing your throat, Wanda noticing the unusual tension between the both of you “Well, I guess I should get out of all of your guys’ hair and leave you all to the rest of your night.” Hearing a chorus of “Nooo the more the merrier feel free to join us.” Until you hear a vexing voice saying “Oh c’mon if the exhausted lawyer wants to leave and go to bed let them.”

Nodding humourlessly whilst simultaneously kissing and gritting your teeth, “Lemme tell you all what I’m gonna go upstairs freshen up and when I come back down we can all get to know each other and I can make you all some drinks how does that sound?” You receive a plethora of cheers in response and hear one faint grumble from the man in the corner. Grinning, you nod your head “I shall see you all in a few.” As you go to walk past Wanda, you finally take in what she’s wearing, some sort of modern maid-esque Halloween outfit that stops you dead in your tracks you swallow harshly.

Noticing you frozen Wanda reaches out for your hand and squeezes it “You alright Y/N? You good?” Nodding haphazardly, you squeeze her hand back in return “Yeah, yeah, never been better, you look great by the way.” Her cheeks flushing slightly as she responds with a quiet “Thank you.” as you leave the room, inhaling deeply as she gathers the strength to face her friends again she’s met with a thunderous roar from everyone in the room “Okay okay shhh shhh.” Simultaneously both Natasha and Agatha quite a lot louder than anticipated “Are they the person you’ve been telling us about? How you’ve finally accepted your feelings for them? FINALLY AT LONG LAST.” Going unnoticed by the group as Vision takes in all of them gushing and gossiping about this revelation, he scoffs as he runs his finger around the rim of his glass.

“OH MY GOD, will you both quiet down.” Hearing the commotion downstairs you approach the door slowly and set it ajar to overhear the chaos downstairs, a big grin spreading across your face as you hear the vague comments from who you believe is (if your memory is correct) is Agatha and Natasha. Feeling a sense of relief and a new re-energised pep in your step as you walk into the bathroom to shower and freshen up.

//-//-//-//

Making your way downstairs you adjust the waistcoat you have on and roll up the sleeves of your shirt, stopping right outside the doorframe you take a deep breath as you walk into the room being met by whistles and a single voice stating “You don’t seem very dressed up Y/L/N.” taking a swig of his drink, you look up at Vision and let out a breath chuckling to yourself as you walk further into the room and gesture to your outfit “Well you see that is where you are very wrong. I am actually very on brand and theme, if you can recall what I said earlier tonight about serving and mixing your drinks for the rest of the night. I have simply come as a bartender/waiter that will look after and cater to your every need.” rolling his eyes in annoyance, you bask in all the cheers you receive.

Noticing Wanda turn to face you, you approach her slowly as you squat down, recognising the turmoil and guilt in her eyes, knowing realistically she should be doing all that, considering it is her job. She whispers to you “Y/N you don’t have to do all that…or any of this just for us.”

“Nonsense Wanda, it’s time for me to give back to you and in turn all your friends and repay you for all the things you do for me on a daily basis.” Observing the unspoken words of gratitude showing in her eyes you squeeze her hands, offering her a tight-lipped smile as you stand back up.

Clapping your hands together “Alright who wants some drinks?” Letting out a loud laugh as you’re met by thunderous applause and cheers. Smirking to yourself “To save all of us all the hassle of actually making and cooking food, how does everyone sound about ordering some pizzas? Or at least some sort of takeout?” Yet again you were met by cheers and thunderous applause. “Perfect, I’ll pass around a sheet or something for everyone to write down their preferred pizza toppings to save the hassle.”

As you turn to start making a mixture of cocktails you hear a quiet “Damn lawyer are you attempting to impress and win us over or what because if you are, keep it up it might just work.” hearing a faint “Maria stop it.” from Wanda, chuckling softly you nod over in Maria’s direction “Duly noted, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Exiting the room you miss how Wanda’s eyes follow and linger on you as you leave turning around and being met by all of her friend’s eyes on her, she can’t stop the flush she feels on her neck and rising up to her cheeks hastily grabbing her drink in front of her and taking a big gulp of it so she can avoid talking. Noticing all the smirks and looks from all her friends…well, the majority of them, she can’t help the grin that spreads across her face.

After being gone for far too long, you appear in front of Wanda and her friends again as you walk out rolling a trolley with various jugs and pitchers with a variety of cocktails, mocktails and drinks that may tickle their fancy. “Your drinks are served.” playfully bowing behind the trolley as you extend your arms out, presenting the drinks. As your head is down hearing a quiet scoff you subtly move your head towards where the noise came from and witness the blondie roll his eyes in exasperation at your behaviour and display of drinks. Wanda and a few others also observing the action clear their throats simultaneously making sure to stare him down. As you stand back up, Pietro gives you a smile and makes sure to get across how grateful he and everyone else is for the treatment you’re giving them. “Once again thank you Y/N all of this really wasn’t necessary, but in another way, I guess it’s a weird reassurance to know my sister is being taken care of well here.”

“PIETRO!”

“Hey what I’m just saying the truth it’s nice to know!” you attempt to suppress the smile that wants to spread across your face as you see Wanda rolling her eyes as she mutters something in Sokovian and of course as you’d expect, it makes Pietro retaliate and respond back to her in Sokovian. Running your eyes along everyone else you raise your eyebrows as you grab the piece of paper with the pizza orders and mouth to them all “I’m just gonna go order all of these.” slipping out of the room as you start dialling the number for the pizza place you inhale deeply and shake your head as you bring your phone to your ear.

//-//-//-//

Sinking down into one of the chairs as you wait for the pizza delivery you can’t help the glare you’re giving towards Wanda and the blonde nuisance she's talking to…well more like talking at her as you see his thumb rubbing up and down her waist. Granted you know you can’t be angry or upset with her, at least judging from her physical reactions, the constant fidgeting with her hands and fingers as well as her eyes darting around the room trying to find someone to save her from this interaction. Your grip around the glass you currently have a hold of gets tighter, going unnoticed until Rio leans over the armrest to whisper in your ear “Easy there lawyer, if you hold the glass any tighter you’ll shatter it.” Jumping slightly, glancing down at your glass, you loosen your hold and clear your throat. “Got it Rio, thank you for bringing it to my attention.”

Patting your shoulder “Anytime lawyer, if it gives you any sense of hope or makes you feel better none of us are particularly fond of blondie. I’m sure we’d all prefer you to be with Maximoff. As much as we try, we can’t get rid of him, our social circles overlap and interlink far too much.” hitting your shoulder again “But hey if you and Maximoff work out maybe he won’t show up as much. We both know if you haven’t seen the looks…rather the glares he has been sending your way.”

Coughing as you choke on your drink “Oh me and Wanda aren’t- there isn’t anything going on there.”

Smirking as she sips her drink “I’m sure there isn’t but we can all see it and feel the ever so slight tension and connection between you both.” With wide eyes, you gulp your drink as you give Rio a tight-lipped smile as you grimace at the burn of the alcohol going down your throat. Raising her eyebrows at you after sharing that revelation she saunters over to Agatha and nestles in under her arm on the couch smiling up at her subtly as Agatha carries on talking to the others in the group.

Exhaling through your nose as you look over at Wanda, yet again listening to blondie. You raise your glass to take a sip of it and click your tongue as you notice it’s empty. Jumping slightly as you hear the knock on the door, when you get up to answer it, you glance over at them one more time as you let out a sigh. Opening the door you give a smile to the doorman Sebastian “Thank you for bringing all these up I didn’t realise there would actually be so many…despite me ordering them. If you can give me one sec and I’ll call on someone else to help me out with these.”

“Sure no problem Y/N.”

Clearing your throat as you step away from the door ever so slightly and holding it open with your foot you call out “Hey Wanda can you come here for a second to help me carry in all these pizzas?”

Chuckling as you get a rapid response from Wanda “YES! I- I mean yeah yeah coming right over.” smirking as you hear a quiet “Sorry Jarvis I’ll just be a second.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of his name you mutter “Pretentious.” As you wait for Wanda to come over you grab your wallet off of the table by your door and take out some cash and put it into Sebastian’s pocket. He stares at you wide-eyed and shakes his head “I- I can’t take all this.”

“You can and you will it’s the least I can do and give to you for carrying all these up here for me.” Giving you a heartfelt smile he murmurs “Thanks Y/N.” You smile in response giving him a curt nod.

As Wanda appears you hear a faint “Thank you for that.” and quickly follows up with giving the doorman Sebastian a quick hello as she starts to take some of the pizza boxes from him and leaving you to take the rest from him.

“So where are we putting these?”

“Uhhh let’s bring em into the kitchen for now and I can clean up some of the mess in the living room for these.”

Nodding her head slowly, you hear a quiet “Sure.” from Wanda. Placing the boxes down on the counter simultaneously in the quiet kitchen, hearing the muffled talk from the group in the other room. You click your tongue as your eyes dart around the room, hearing Wanda’s fingers tapping against the countertop. The only thought right now is why things are so awkward between us now, it was never like this before.

“So how are you enjoying your get toget-”

“So how are you finding meeting every-”

Both chuckling “You go first.”

“How are you finding meeting everyone..well my friends I guess.”

“They’re good, they’re good…well for the most part mister blonde boy out there doesn’t seem to like me much.”

“Jarvis? No no, he’s fine… of course he-” biting her lip as she stares at you

You being to chuckle “You can’t finish that sentence can you? Because you can’t lie and we both know the truth?”

Laughing and nodding “Yeah I- I can’t I’m sorry. But being honest I truly don’t know what his problem or issue with you is.”

Throwing your head back as you nod slowly “I- I unfortunately think I do know.” Raising her eyebrows in curiosity “I- I’m pretty sure he feels somewhat threatened by me…as I was informed loosely by Rio.”

Wanda shakes her head slowly with her mouth wide open “Threatened…why- why would Jarvis be threatened by you. I can’t think of one possible reason as to why he would be or why he would feel that way.”

Moving back and forth on your feet you bite your lip “Why don’t I bring these pizzas to the other room before they get cold and we can talk in here.” Absentmindely she nods her head as she continues staring at you.

As you go to leave with the pizza boxes you stop and turn around to face Wanda “Actually I’m gonna say this to you now to give you a few minutes to think about it in here on your own whilst I’m sorting everything out. Even though I did not think I would be revealing and talking about this as soon as I am considering I only realised tonight.”

“Jarvis obviously feels threatened or at least some way about me because I’ve quickly realised and so it got pointed out to me tonight. I like you like in a romantic way. And there is obviously… well at least according to Rio which I guess was speaking to me on behalf of the whole group has seen and noticed there is some sort of connection or as she put it ‘tension’ between us and they would all much rather prefer to see me be with you as your partner in comparison to Jarvis.” seeing Wanda wide-eyed and speechless you nod your head slowly as you follow up with “I know I just threw a lot of information at you so I will let you sort through this whole thing whilst I make sure everyone in the other room is fed and has enough drinks so they don’t barge in on top of us while we’re discussing and talking about this. Okay?”

Nodding her head Wanda softly responds “Good, good yeah that- that sounds like a solid plan. I guess I’ll see you in a few.” Both smiling at each other as you exit the room, you both let out a deep breath and mumble “Fucking hell jesus christ.”

Walking back into the kitchen as you look around the kitchen trying to locate Wanda you utter “Hey sorry about that, it took me a lot longer then I expected.” Taking you by surprise Wanda appears out of nowhere placing her hands on your cheeks and your exclamation of surprise gets muffled “Mmmph.” Wanda places her lips on yours, your hands hovering over Wanda’s waist and back as you try and decicde what to do. With Wanda pulling you closer by your waistcoat you let your hands rest on her hips and back as you slowly start to reciprocate the kiss. As the kiss lingers you both pull away slowly looking at each other as you wet your lips taking in everything that just happened.

Whilst you stand there speechless Wanda looks at you and whispers “So does that give you an answer?” still shellshocked you nod haphazardly and murmur a variety of “Yea- yeah yeah yes it does.” Smirking to herself as she takes in your nervous state “So what do we do now?” Your eyes dart around the room as you weigh up your options…either go back out spending time with a group of people you hardly know, but they’re Wanda’s friends, or you could spend your time in here with Wanda and use your time wisely.

Looking back at Wanda you place your right hand on her cheek as you lean in and kiss her fervently being taken by surprise Wanda’s reaction is delayed. Navigating her through the kitchen slowly as you push her up against the island, and she places one of her hands on top of it for balance. As she puts the other around your neck sliding her hand up the back of your neck as she softly holds on to the hair at the nape of your neck. Hearing the soft noises coming from the back of your throat made your heart race, running your tongue along the outline of her lips she parted her lips instantly.

Your tongue entering her mouth made a deep groan leave her throat as her tongue swirled around yours slowly which gradually picked up pace as you exhaled deeply through your nose. Both parting from each other with swollen and glistening lips you open your eyes slowly as you take in each other in your slightly dishevelled state. Placing your head on her shoulder you let out a shaky breath as Wanda ran her hand through your hair and whispered your name softly. Tilting your head towards her as an indication you’re listening “Mhmm?” She grabs your hair tighter and pulls your head back to kiss you harshly, coincidentally pushing one of your hands down to cup her ass as she lifts her leg around your waist.

In an attempt to slow down the kiss, you pull away briefly and mutter, “Wait, wait, wait…Wanda, what about your friends in the next room?”

“I don’t care, you said you stocked them up with enough food and drink right?”

Nodding swiftly “I- I did, I did.”

“Perfect. Then we should be good for a while.” Groaning in response, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You smirk as you look down at her. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

She smirks as she bites her lip and leans in to kiss you again, you move backwards slightly “W- wait wait, one last thing you’re sure about this, you aren’t drunk and you aren’t doing this out of pure spite out of spite over blondie boy out there.”

Grumbling Wanda tugs on your hair again “Please don’t mention him right now in any capacity. But I can assure you I am certain about this, I am not inebriated in the slightest and am not doing this out of spite. I’ve liked you for quite some time Y/N.” Smiling your eyes dart back and forth as you stare at Wanda’s, placing your hands on her cheeks as you both start to move in slowly fully aware of the anticipation and tension you both feel. Once both your lips press against each other you grin as you feel Wanda melt against you, her hand moving from the counter island behind you and grabbing onto the front of your waistcoat and her grip against the back of your neck and baby hairs tighten as she subtly pulls you against her tighter.

Forcing her up against the island, she gasps at the sting from the edge of the counter sticking into her back, giving you a chance for your tongue to enter her mouth, you place yourself in between her legs as she delicately starts moving her hips against you. The tip of her tongue slowly running along yours as they both swirl around each other.

Parting ever so slightly to take a breath you glance down at Wanda who let out a murmur of dissatisfaction biting your lip as you stare at her hooded eyes, glistening lips and mouth slightly ajar. Growing tired of the slow pace set between you both you take a deep breath as you move back into kiss her fervently which takes Wanda by surprise letting out a muffled sound of shock which quickly turned into a moan with how your hands moved down from her cheeks onto her waist and slowly descending onto her ass. Groaning as Wanda reciprocates the kiss just as intensely you take note of her discreetly undoing the buttons on the front of your waistcoat with one hand as her other slowly moves from the back of your neck to the front of your shirt as she pulls it out from being tucked and starts undoing the buttons on your shirt.

Moving one of your hands from her ass you gradually run your fingers up along her thigh simultaneously grabbing and pinching at it gently. Whining at the sensation, she bites down on your lip, running her tongue along the bite mark.

Moving your hand further up her thigh and to the front of her underwear you tease her by running your finger along the edge and pulling at it slightly as you run your fingers along her centre instinctively dropping your head onto her shoulder as you feel the wet material underneath your fingers. Groaning you mutter “Fuck Wanda.” Turning your head slightly you place harsh kisses against the soft skin of her neck causing her to throw her head back as her legs give way ever so slightly beneath her. Grinning you bite and suck on the delicate skin as Wanda’s grip has returned to your hair as tight as ever. Carefully pulling down her underwear tugging your head back slightly so she can see you “Y/N if you don’t f-”

Stopping her in her tracks you move your fingers away slightly as you push your fingers into her, grinning as you hear the strangled gasp leave her mouth. “What was that lovely?” shaking her head as a string of whimpers and groans start leaving her mouth. Her mouth ajar as she clings onto any part of you that she can as she feels your fingers moving in and out of her cunt. Raising one of her legs up with your hand as you pick up the pace of your fingers moving in and out of her as you make sure to tease her clit by running your thumb across it. “Oh fuck me…yes right there.” staring down at Wanda with her eyes and lips closed tight in an attempt to quieten her moans, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

Much to Wanda’s dismay you remove your fingers from her cunt as you decide to spin her around and place her chest down against the kitchen island bunching up the bottom of her dress above her waist as you stare at the delicate and pristine skin of her ass. Kneeling down as you place both of your hands on each of her cheeks, pulling them apart and grumbling at the sight of the wetness leaving her cunt and running down her thighs as you let go of her cheeks and watch them fall back into place. Rubbing your hands on her ass you glance up at Wanda as you see her hands and legs fidgeting awaiting your next move. “I could stay here forever staring at every inch of you but I’m sure that would lead to suspicions from your friends…as if there aren’t already suspicions so I guess that’ll have to wait for another time but for now…”

Raising her eyebrow in curiosity Wanda holds her breath as she feels your part her cheeks again after feeling various kisses and bites being placed across them both. Panting she places her head down on the countertop as she feels you spit between her cheeks moving your fingers from the top of her ass down to her centre and pushing your fingers into her intensely which moves her up onto the island more. Taking note of her biting her lip as you move your fingers in and out of her faster hearing the sound of your skin and hers hitting off each other you place your free hand in front of her as you whisper in her ear “If you think biting your lip won’t silence you enough you can place my hand over your mouth…we surely wouldn’t want certain people to hear these delectable sounds coming out of your mouth.” Whimpering and eyes rolling back to her head as you hit a specific spot Wanda grabs your hand and positions your hand over her mouth as she lets the moans escape freely from her mouth.

Manuvering and placing your thumb on her clit and rubbing it in circles simultaneously with your fingers moving in and out of Wanda you notice her hips moving in the same rhythm of your fingers as her moans start to get higher in pitch. Leaning down over her you bite the edge of her ear slightly as you whisper “You gonna come Wanda?” nodding her head in response a chuckle leaves your mouth “Maybe it’s more like do you want to come?” nodding her head vigorously she responds with a muffled “Please.” Kissing the top of her head “I’ll be nice this once.” Whining she props herself up on the island on her forearms she moves her hips in time with your movements and tilts her to the side to look back at you as she attempts to reach her high quicker.

Moving your thumb around her clit faster you knew she was about to come at any moment as her breaths got more laboured as well as her whole body tensing, you knew she was there when her mouth opened a loud scream threatening to escape her mouth. Quickly, you pulled her up against you and pressed your hand against her mouth more as both her hands reach back and cling onto you as she shudders against you. Leaning back against you with her head on your shoulder she weakly pulls your hand down from her mouth with her eyes closed smiling dazedly her breathes coming out heavy and laboured, whimpering softly as you remove your fingers from her cunt and raise them up to her mouth for her to suck. Wanda hums softly as she runs her tongue around your fingers. You bite down on your lip hard as you watch her.

Smiling you slowly rub her arm slowly until she has enough strength to stand on her own closing your eyes you press your lips against the top of her head placing multiple soft kisses on it taking a deep breath in and basking in Wanda’s scent and just simply being this close to her. Pausing your movements as you feel a slight movement from Wanda as she lets out a sigh and stretches slightly, turning around in your arms Wanda stares up at you smiling and places a quick kiss on your lips.

Pulling across your unbuttoned shirt and waistcoat she giggles slightly and murmurs “I guess we should get ourselves cleaned up and well just fix ourselves in general before we go out to that lot.” Grinning as you pat down the ends of her dress “I suppose we should.” Glancing around the kitchen you bend down and pick up Wanda’s underwear and handing it to her “I’m sure you wouldn’t want them lying around on the slim chance one of your friends walked in here.” Giving you a tight-lipped smile in thanks she places a quick kiss on your cheek as you both leave to go to your respective rooms.

//-//-//

Rocking back and forth on your feet in the hallway outside the door of the room with all of Wanda’s friends you take a deep breath in before you enter. Upon entering you glance around the room squinting acting surprised when you don’t see Wanda in there as you walk over to grab a drink sitting on one of the spare couches. Looking over at the group “Where’s Wanda how come she isn’t here?”

Smirking before anyone else can respond Rio jumps in with “I dunno, boss, I would’ve assumed she was with you and you’d know.”

Shaking your head you take a sip of your drink “No I got a last-minute frantic call to do with work that’s why I had to disappear so quickly.” Glancing around the room you see everyone nodding their heads as they go back to talking. Freezing when you hear footsteps entering the room you catch them slowing down as the person approaches two couches, when you raise your head it’s only then you realise Wanda has to decide whether she sits on the couch with Blondie or the one with you on it. In an attempt to lower the pressure on her, you look away taking another sip of your drink as you join in on whatever conversation Pietro is having.

You hold your breath as you feel the seat beside you dip down ever so slightly glimpsing at Pietro you take note of the small smirk on his face as you slowly turn your head to see Wanda sitting beside you tense and looking slightly apprehensive. Taking a deep breath you place your hand on her knee and squeeze it lightly as you whisper “I’ll get you your drink.” hearing a quiet “Thanks.” in response, you get up and start pouring Wanda’s drink taken off guard you suddenly hear Rio saying “So how’s that come down Wands?” spilling the drink and knocking over a few glasses you mutter out quickly “All good over here carry on.”

Clearing her throat “I- I’m sorry what?”

“Just wondering how you’re doing the relief must feel great.” Eyes dart to you briefly as you choke on your drink.

Placing the drink in Wanda’s hand you sit down beside her again as your eyes dart between her and Rio knowing what she was doing. “I- Rio stop it.” Raising her hand Wanda exclaims softly smirking “But because you asked I’ll have you know I’m feeling great and it was a long time coming.”

“Oh, I’m sure you- it was.” Quickly downing your drink as you look between the two of them laughing together and leaning over to high-five each other. Wanda pats your knee softly as you get up to refill your drink and turn your head to look around the room you can see everyone laughing and having a good time…well everyone except blondie he’s furious and looks like he could murder someone but as you go to turn Rio catches your eye quickly as she raises her glass sending a wink your way with a friendly smile as she goes back to talking with everybody else.

Making your way back over to Wanda to sit down, you place your arm on the back of the couch she unknowingly turns into you and leans into you slightly, leaving her hand on your leg as she continues talking to everybody else. The moody, bothered blonde boy was going completely unnoticed by her.

#therunawaywrites #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff smut #minors shoo #minors don't interact #minors dni

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 1 year ago

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8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

masterlist

“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats.

“what?”

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair.

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?”

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking.

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.”

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.”

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s.

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes.

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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livixbobbiex · 3 months ago

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Translating the Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney Fanbook! Article 1

So, I recently managed to buy one of the old fanbooks. This one is a compilation of magazine articles and blog posts written by Shu Takumi. It's also where a lot of the really iconic official promotional art pieces are from. I know that there are some translations out there of a few pages, but I don't think anyone has done the whole thing.

The pages are typically formatted with a written entry from Shu Takumi, followed by a dialogue between various characters. I will be posting the character dialogue first (even if not on the image page) as it's probably the most interesting. You can also access the full raw text and images here.

Dialogue on artwork

Phoenix: If you’re just hanging around, go home.

Edgeworth: Hm, I’m thirsty.

Phoenix: This isn’t a cafe. Maya, don’t serve him tea.

Maya: Nick’s stinginess…

Dialogue page

In Wright and Co Law Offices: On the theme of ‘Summer’

We asked Mr Takumi about how things are going in the Wright and Co Law Offices recently! Are Phoenix and Maya still the same as ever…!?

Maya: Everyone, it’s been a while! I’m Maya Fey.

Phoenix: Hello. I’m Phoenix Wright.

Maya: We did it, Nick! We’re finally making our magazine debut!

Phoenix: We’ve got to get into the spirit of things here, don’t we.

Maya: That’s right! Let’s get going!

Phoenix: Should we start without delay? The theme is ‘Summer’.

Maya: Summer, huh? Summer is… hot, isn’t it? Every day.

Phoenix: You’re so normal all of a sudden.

Maya: If you’re Japanese, it’s surely time for somen noodles and barley tea.

Phoenix: They’re nice and refreshing.

Maya: I made the mistake of dipping the noodles in barley tea and I was like ‘it’s flavourless!’.

Phoenix: What's with that iffy failure story?

Maya: Hey, hey. I wonder if Detective Gumshoe is also slurping up somen noodles today.

Phoenix: I don’t think the season matters, in his case.

Maya: The image of Detective Gumshoe and somen noodles has become completely stuck.

Phoenix: That’s true for you too, Maya. With miso ramen, huh?

Maya: I’m going for it this year. “Best Miso Ramenist.”

Phoenix: A good idea?

Maya: In any case, in the summer, light types of noodles are the best!

Phoenix: …Speaking of which, what does Pearls like? In terms of noodle types.

Maya: Ah, Pearl. She really loves soba.

Phoenix: Oh. Good choice. Feels a lot like summer in Japan.

Maya: Right, right. By the way, how about Prosecutor Edgeworth?

Phoenix: Knowing him, he’d probably say something like spaghetti.

Maya: Eh! That’s so normal. How boring.

Phoenix: No, no. I don’t actually know much. It’s just my own image of him.

Maya: In any case I would have thought that he’d like ‘kishimen noodles’ or something.

Phoenix: Kishimen noodles…?

Maya: Here. The flat noodle sticking out of his mouth would suit the frills he wears.

Phoenix: ……I’ll recommend them to him next time.

Maya: Well, well. What about you, Nick?

Phoenix: Me? What type of noodle do I like…

[TL note: this is hilarious because of the way everything is written. The line could literally read as ‘what kind of men do I like?’ and I’m not sure if intended].

Maya: You have one, don’t you?

Phoenix: I guess. Maybe vermicelli noodles.

Maya: …What’s that?

Phoenix: Ah. You don’t know?

Maya: I’ve never heard of it.

Phoenix: Baked vermicelli are delicious. The feeling of them sticking down my throat is indescribable.

Maya: ‘Vermicelli’ doesn’t sound like the name of a noodle in the first place…

Phoenix: It doesn’t matter, really. I like them.

Maya: You know what? The image is important. The should call it something safe like “squid yakisoba”.

Phoenix: …Why are you putting squid in it?

Maya: If you attach it to an awkward image, you’ll have trouble like I did.

Phoenix: Eh? But, you like it, don’t you? Miso ramen.

Maya: I like it a lot. This time of year too, I really want to eat chilled ramen.

Phoenix: But you can still eat it.

Maya: But, but. Won't everyone expect that of me?

Phoenix: Expect it…?

Maya: Like, “look over there. There’s Maya, with the same miso ramen as always.”

Phoenix: …Haa.

Maya: So then you’re slurping down ramen as a last resort. It’s really hot.

Phoenix: That’s being excessively self conscious, Maya.

Shu Takumi article

Ace Attorney and Summer

Takumi Shu (??): The director and screenwriter of ‘Ace Attorney’. Rumour has it he’s fueled by alcohol.

Nice to meet you. I’m Takumi Shu from the Ace Attorney team. I have responsibility for the planning, directing, and screenwriting for the three works in the series. On this occasion, I’m pleased I was able to greet everyone in this Dorimaga magazine. I hope that you will enjoy reading.

Now, onto the theme of ‘Ace Attorney and Summer’. Thinking of summer… every year, it’s the busiest season.

First… frantically writing proposals.

Second… frantically scripting.

Third… frantically making final adjustments.

…These are my fundamental memories of summer.

The series releases in October, which means that during this period each year, it’s our last scramble. By the way, the third game was released in January…. This is because that last scramble dragged on.

In ‘Ace Attorney’, there’s actually only one story set in summer. ‘The First Turnabout' begins on the third of August. The details… aren’t particularly summery at all. There’s probably no themes like “the sea” or “bon festivals”.

It seems like we’re not very well versed with summer. I wonder why. Perhaps it’s because I have no air conditioner in my room, so I spend every day in a red-hot hell, cursing the world. If you fail to buy seasonal goods like that once, it’s hard to find the right time to get them.

That’s about it for this volume. I would like a change from the feel official website column, at to make here more relaxed… or, rather, I think freer. Everyone, if you have any requests or questions, please send them to me here!

Godot box

Prosecutor Godot compilation: Showcase of various cut content.

Here we showcase various cut content. First is Prosecutor Godot. Here are some rejected phrases extracted from my ‘punny lines notebook’, which I prepared when writing his hard-boiled lines. I hope you’ll read them out loud as you imagine the situation. (Takumi)

….Trite. You look like… a begging monk too naive to steal a kiss from the courtroom goddess.

A man’s worth is determined by the smile he shows in his last moments. …Look. The coffee… smiles bitterly…

#Phoenix Wright canonically likes to have things in his throat. Confirmed by Shu Takumi himself.#Go forth and live with that knowledge #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #maya fey #translation #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #i consider the art narumitsu adjacent at least #mitsunaru #wrightworth

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blackkatdraws2 · 11 months ago

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[Original Characters] One of the Tower Residents (who is usually very stoic) is acting strange. Did the Missiontakers trigger something? (-or is this an unscripted scene?)

[More Info under Read More.]

These two are fan-OCs for a webnovel titled [Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game]

Quick premise for the novel: There was an apocalypse that trapped the whole world in a game-like tower. Missiontakers need to go into a Tower Resident's Nightmares and solve them in order to progress higher up the tower [and maybe escape.] What the Missiontakers didn't know was that the Tower Residents are actually also real people just like them, but they're more limited in what they're allowed to do because the tower forces them to become Actors and pretend like they're NPCs.

The older man is called Kim Seung-Jun.

He's a Tower Resident that's trapped on the higher levels of the tower.

He's never acted out any major roles for a Nightmare and is always in the background.

Even among the other Tower Residents, he's a hard man to talk to, only voicing a curt reply that doesn't leave any openings to continue the conversation.

The other man is called Nick Fuentes

He's a semi-well known Missiontaker that wants to climb all the way up the tower to find the escape.

He's usually the helper of the group and he's good at being flexible with adapting and making quick decisions in tough situations.

Gets attached to people quickly if they're nice to him.

Basic OCs premise: Nick Fuentes sees the usually stoic Kim Seung-Jun acting unlike his character. He starts to get more curious about the older man, and their slow development but eventual close relationship made him unravel a different point of view about truth of the Tower and everyone who was trapped in it.

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KOREAN PEOPLE, please tell me in the reblogs and comments if I got the old man's name right!! I'll change it into something more appropriate for his character and age if it sounds silly. I'm a huge fan of Asian webnovels, the things I always consume are Chinese/Korean webnovels that I find in illegally English translated websites HAHAHA. It affected the way I named my characters because Chinese/Korean names are the only thing I'm constantly being exposed to. [But I have no idea if these names are actually correct or not. Sorry!]

Oh MAN, I have not re-visited this novel in YEARS. Literally one of my biggest worldbuilding inspirations [not to mention it has all my favorite tropes in it] and I will continue loving it forever.

I found the novel by pure chance. At the time, there was only one website that translated it into English. I thought the premise was interesting and decided to give it a try, thinking it was just another one of those garbage junk food novels that I'd drop half-way, but no, it was actually really good.

I'm not gonna spoil anything about the novel itself lololol I'm only gonna be working on my OCs.

To be honest, I'm probably gonna make an original world and story for them soon. I like this idea too much, I'll make it mine someday. For now though, I will have a minor hyperfixation.

Go check the novel out, by the way!! It's great.

#Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game #man being able to draw my OCs again is such a huge stress reliever #I've been really down lately. My mind has been trying to really kill itself [not literally but it feels like it]#I don't know. Trying to find small enjoyments out of life again. I hope I get there soon.#I yearn for my quiet times of just being sucked into a novel and seeing others lives instead of mine.#old men yaoi maybe? who knows #original characters #ocs #oc #original character #my drawing museum

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rockspider556 · 1 month ago

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Fence Headcanons :)

Nicholas Cox

Literally survives on spite and protein bars.

Always forgets to do laundry until he has one sock left and has to go rogue.

The first time Seiji complimented Nicholas’s form, Nicholas actually dropped his sword.

Cries at sports movies. Don’t ask him about Cool Runnings, it’s a sore subject.

Secretly really good at baking? Like, his muffins slap. It’s the only thing that calms him down before matches.

Is one step away from writing in his diary, “Dear Diary, Seiji said my lunge was ‘adequate.’ I’m in love.” He can’t handle compliments, and Seiji’s deadpan delivery makes it even worse.

Seiji Katayama

Has a secret Pinterest board titled “How to Be a Normal Person.”

Pretends he doesn’t know Niccholas’ schedule. Knows exactly when Nicholas eats lunch, does cardio, showers, breathes.

Thinks “small talk” is talking about fencing footwork at brunch.

Keeps accidentally complimenting Nicholas. “Your form is... improving.” (Translation: “You look really hot when you lunge and I hate how flustered that makes me.”)

Sleeps exactly 7 hours and 43 minutes every night. No more, no less.

Definitely has a Spotify playlist called “Fencing Focus” and it's just classical music and anime OPs.

Harvard once caught Seiji watching a slo-mo video of Nick fencing. When asked why, Seiji said, “Tactical review.” Sure, Jan.

Harvard Lee

Can and will carry 7 grocery bags in one trip to prove a point.

Keeps trying to play wingman for Nicholas and Seiji and doesn’t even realize he’s in a rom-com subplot himself.

Binge-watches reality TV with Aiden and insists it's “cultural research.”

Brings snacks to practice. Everyone likes Harvard. He probably brings homemade trail mix.

Literally the only person Jesse can’t successfully intimidate. Jesse tried once—Harvard just offered him trail mix.

Aiden Kane

Sleeps in until 3 PM and still looks flawless.

Gives off “I have a secret” energy constantly. Spoiler: the secret is just that he has feelings. Ew.

Smokes clove cigarettes for the ✨aesthetic✨ but never inhales.

Secretly writes poetry that would make Lord Byron blush.

Hoards a secret stash of Harvards favourite candy, just in case

Totally flirts with Nicholas just to make Seiji uncomfortable.

Bobby Rodriguez

Has never minded his own business. Wouldn’t know how even if you gave him a manual. He’s the team’s self-appointed romantic consultant and professional meddler.

Has an outfit for every possible occasion, including “dramatic rooftop monologue” and “accidental kiss in the rain.”

The best at comforting people. Like, instant emotional support in a crop top.

Ships Adrien x Harvard like it’s his full-time job. Makes PowerPoints. Adrien has seen one slide and walked away in horror. Harvard gave it a standing ovation.

Made a meme calendar of all the fencing boys. It’s iconic. It circulates every month.

Knows all the drama in the school, even the stuff that hasn’t happened yet.

Jesse Coste

He says he’s over Seiji, but the second Seiji smiles at Nick? Suddenly Jesse’s in a bad mood all week. "I'm just tired," he says, while death-staring a wall.

Has dreams where Nick messes up so badly Seiji gives up on him. Wakes up smug. Realizes it didn’t happen. Gets grumpier.

Every time Nick does something well, Jesse gets this flash of “That should’ve been me.” Then feels gross about it. Then sass-bombs practice to compensate.

#fence comic #fence #aiden kane #jesse coste #nicholas cox #seiji katayama #harvard lee #bobby rodriguez #fencing #be gay do crimes #these bitches gay #nichoji #haiden

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pharawee · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the second part of my Pit Babe novel commentary aka "hey this isn't so ba---wait where's Babe's sudden daddy kink even coming from??"

And I try (oh my god do I try). 🤡

I'm now at chapter 10, trying to pace myself because the (auto-translated) translation I'm reading is apparently a WIP. I'm on the edge of my seat. The plot is beginning to thicken.

Previously, Charlie was being sus and Babe was catching feelings, but most importantly there was a lot of pwp and very little racing.

Now there's more racing. Babe even brings Charlie (he still has to wear a mask and a hat) but gets too distracted by his presence (he's apparently addicting enough to kiss through the mask) and promptly forgets to check his car before the race (even though Charlie warns him against it but such is the power of scent - or lack of scent in this case. I don't even know anymore - neither does Babe but at some point Charlie states that's he's now in an alpha rut which I suppose means exactly what it says on the tin).

But, oh no! Babe runs into trouble during the race. He loses the lead and his car gets increasingly difficult to control until it crashes and bursts into flames. But it's okay, Babe jumps out of the driving car just in the nick of time (have you ever seen a supercar outfitted for racing? It's difficult enough to climb into one - funny how I'm apparently okay with omegaverse shenanigans but I draw the line at wonky motorsports physics 🤣).

Anyway, the track marshals are doing a really shit job because somehow they 1. let Charlie on the track to singlehandedly try and rescue Babe and 2. they also completely miss that Babe has literally jumped ship car and is lying on the track. He ends up with a broken wrist and a sprained knee (or was it the other way around? anyway, he's wearing several casts) which means he won't be able to finish the season and lose the title of King (all because he was too horny to check his car... but yeah also apparently it was sabotage ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ).

So much for the racing part.

Babe needs weeks to heal so naturally he needs Charlie to pamper and feed him and dick him down several times a day but what else is new. No offence to the the dicking down part but ugh I hate this trope. Maybe it's just because I dislike the dynamics but I don't like the way Babe is taking on more and more cliché omega traits. If I have to read one more time about how much smaller he is (or about his "rounded" hips... are you ok google translate?)...

Oh, and btw. There are omegas in this! Charlie gets flirted at by one (which Babe absolutely hates) and he does have a scent and all. Later, when Charlie is busy being extremely sus again he meets up with a childhood friend, Jeff (Pon's character in the series is called Jeff - oh. oh no...), and if I'm not mistaken he's an omega as well. Jeff cautions Charlie against being with Babe and displeasing his father (which also seems to be Jeff's father? Dude sure has a lots of adoptive kids...) but Charlie argues that he knows what he's doing and he doesn't want to stop anyway.

Later on he tells the exact same thing to his (adoptive?) father, and why do I get the feeling that this might be the same father Babe mentioned earlier when he was telling a feverish Charlie a story to get him to sleep:

In his story, Babe mentions how when he was very small he used to go hungry every day because his mum was out of the picture and his father didn't even make enough money bring food to the table. One day the hunger was so bad that he passed out and woke up in the hospital where a stranger told him he'd be his new family. With little choice in the matter, Babe accepted and went on to spend the rest of his childhood well-cared for and in elite schools etc. That is, until he turned (presumably...) 18 and discovered that his father didn't adopt him out of the kindness of his heart but for ulterior motives that Babe doesn't explain any further because at that point Charlie has fallen asleep.

So yeah, what are the odds that Babe's "father" and Charlie's father are the same person (no spoilers, please)? Because if so then... that's disturbing, especially since Charlie's father seems to want Charlie to lure Babe back home. I mean, Charlie seems to have his own plans but it's not like his father throws him out after their secret meeting. Sus, very sus.

Meanwhile, Babe is slowly losing his heightened senses (the novel doesn't mention it yet but I'm pretty sure this is Charlie's doing) but he doesn't seem to mind because he's too busy falling in love. There's a lovely scene where Charlie and he spend the night stargazing, and this is when Babe realises that something's different because usually his heart only beats this fast when he thinks about racing (lmao).

Cue to them not having sex for a week because Babe feels like he's going crazy.

Meanwhile, it's been decided that Charlie will finish Babe's racing season for him because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I'm sure he'll win the title too because he's Charlie, alphaest of alphas. Or something.

So one night Babe officially introduces him to the rest of team X-Hunter (and curiously Sonic and North seem to be racers in the novel as well) but things go awry when Babe is too busy fooling around with Way (no you cannot be affectionate with a male friend in a BL novel it is forbidden!!). Charlie and Babe argue and proceed to ignore each other for the rest of the night until they make up (and out) during the official X-Hunter sleepover (with Way and another poor dude sleeping in the same room).

They're polite enough to seek out the indoor pool (this isn't even their house - have you no shame?) and talk it out. And by talk it out I mean there's an inappropriate amount of daddy-calling and Little Mermaid jokes. This is where Charlie claims Babe. Yes, there's knotting (I think? like I said, I'm not axactly an expert and auto-translate is a bit vague, bless its little AI heart). Charlie threatens (I'm sure it's all meant very lovingly 🤡) to impregnate Babe if there's no other way to show others that he's his. To which Babe replies that that's impossible anway.

It's impossible, right? Right??

#pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe #jane watches stuff #(in a way)#pit babe meta #bl meta #i wrote this is the middle of the night because i can't sleep #but this feels like a fever dream anyway so #to everyone reading this:#you have my thanks but also sry for subjecting you to this lmao 🙏

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ellieswifie · 2 years ago

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Icebreaker was literally so good omg I loved it

Is there any way you can do one with Matt and reader watching fireworks and they get too loud and reader just gets overwhelmed but Matt helps calm them down

Sorry if I explained that really badly

warnings: angst, panic attack, fluff, rushed, not proof read, etc.

authors note: yes!! thank you so much for this lovely request. i’m so happy you enjoyed my first matt sturniolo dabble and i hope you enjoy this one too. enjoy :)

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YOU WEREN’T THE BIGGEST FAN OF FIREWORKS. growing up in the small neighborhood town you lived in, there wasn’t much of any loud noises or fireworks period.

but when your amazing boyfriend and crazy fun brothers invited you to a firework show for the fourth, you had to give in and say yes. and as much as you hate to admit it, you had no other plans for the fourth of july.

you and matt had been walking hand in hand attempting to find a good place to place the blanket you had brought for the evening. it was nearly impossible considering how many people were seated around, taking majority of the fresh cut grass.

chris and nick were both sent off to grab different snacks/food presented at a food truck the four of you had noticed walking in. so it was just you and matt…

"i’ve never done one of these things before." you confessed, kicking grass as you and matt stared straight ahead. his head tilted slightly, but eyes remained forward, scanning for an open seat. his thumb brushed the back of your hand in a comforting gesture, as his eyes locked in an open path. "same, we usually do something small."

you simply nods your head removing your hand from his when he places the picnic blanket on the ground. a couple not far from you and matt are cuddled close, smiling cutely at each other.

it made your stomach fill with butterflies. you loved that your here with matt of all people. knowing that others around you feel loved made you so thankful just having someone like matt. it comforted you in the most incredible ways.

when you turn back to your boyfriend, he’s sitting on the blanket, hand waiting for you to grab. you place yours in his, kneeling to sit beside him.

his smile is precious and adorable. everything just feels enchanting.

"the fireworks are supposed to be starting soon." he muttered, eyeing his phone. "they must be running a little-"

but before you could translate the rest of matt’s words, his voice went mute and loud explosions echoed your ears. panic washed over your body as your hands rushed to cover your eyes and duck your head low. you felt as if something took over your body and you couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe. your eyes were looking at everything but matt.

matt quickly noticed your panic, and leveled his face with yours, holding your head in his hands. his breath was close to yours as you locked eyes with your worried boyfriend.

"fireworks…" he whispered, leaning toward you to wrap his large arms over your shoulders. your hands shook as you struggled to hold him. "it’s just fireworks…" matt assured, whispering your name softly.

your breathing is heavy as the loud noises echo your thoughts, shallowing matt’s words. you nudge your chin into his neck, looking at the sky. it’s absolutely beautiful. hundreds of different shades of colors fill the sky creating numerous patterns.

you can feel matt tilt his head up, catching the sky from his view. a vibrant coral purple covers the sky making your smile grow slightly. you find yourself holding onto matt as the loud fireworks sound grow fairly familiar.

matt rubs small circles on your back, trailing the patterns of fireworks he notices in the sky. "that color reminds me of you." he whispers, as a compassionate pink color flashes across the sky in several directions.

a soft giggle falls from your lips as you glance at the cheesy romance color. "how so?" you tease, trying to control your breathing smile inhaling matt’s sent.

"because it’s the color your cheeks make when you blush."

just as he says that, your cheeks quickly fluster up. but before you can say anything, you can here his younger brother start walking your guys way, making you and matt tear apart.

"we got snacks!" chris exclaimed, raising the sodas and popcorn in his hands. you look at the older triplet following behind, roll his blue eyes. "we got a bunch of junk food." he corrects, hiding his smile.

you couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into matt.

because even with the loud explosions crowded your thoughts, you couldn’t have felt more safe then with the people your with right now.

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo x reader #fireworks #panic attack #angst #request open #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBIRTHDAY BOY * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　when Chris is starting to come to terms with the horrible idea that he will have to spend his birthday away from Y/N, a surprise takes him, literally, by surprise.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　making out.

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 day before the triplets' 21st birthday in Boston was marked by a mix of nostalgia and melancholy for Chris. Despite the bustling energy of their family home, Chris couldn't shake off the heavy feeling of absence. Matt and Nick seemed to be in higher spirits, enjoying their time back home, but Chris felt an emptiness that gnawed at him relentlessly.

Chris had always been too close to Y/N, his girlfriend, who had remained in LA due to her college classes. And as he sat in the living room, watching his family laugh and share stories, Chris couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness. He missed Y/N's laughter, her presence, the way she made every moment brighter.

The fact that she couldn’t be there for such a significant milestone made him feel both sad and angry, though he knew it wasn’t her fault. College was important, and he respected her dedication to her studies.

The house was filled with the comforting smells of home-cooked meals and the familiar sounds of family. Chris held his phone in his hand, scrolling through old pictures of him and Y/N, trying to fill the void with memories of their time together.

His thumb paused on a picture Nick took of them at American Ninja Warrior, both of them grinning widely at the camera. It had been taken just a few weeks ago, during their filming. He could almost hear her laugh, see the way her eyes sparkled in the neons light. The longing in his heart intensified, making him feel even more isolated despite being surrounded by his loved ones.

Mary Lou noticed her son's downcast demeanor very quickly, and as soon as she got a little space, she went to sit beside him.

"Chris, honey, what's wrong? You’ve been so quiet all day." She said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, caressing the area.

Chris sighed, leaning into his mother's comforting touch.

"I just miss Y/N, Mom. I know she has classes and all, but it feels wrong to be celebrating without her." He tried to smile, lowering his eyes.

"I understand, sweetheart." Mary Lou gave him a sympathetic smile. "But remember, she’s always with you in spirit. And you’ll see her soon enough. Try to enjoy this time with your family. It’s been so long since we were all together like this."

He nodded, appreciating her words but still feeling the weight of Y/N’s absence. He knew he should be more present, more engaged with his family, and the guilt of not doing that weighted above him, but his thoughts kept drifting back to LA, to the love of his life.

That night, Chris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was quiet now, everyone else had gone to sleep, tired from the day's activities. He picked up his phone again, contemplating sending Y/N another message. They had exchanged texts throughout the day, but he didn’t want to seem too needy or make her feel guilty for not being there.

Instead, he decided to call her. The phone rang a few times before she picked up, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Hey, honey." She murmured. "Is everything okay?"

Hearing her voice brought a rush of comfort and a pang of sorrow to Chris, a smile taking over his features automatically.

"Hi, babe. Yeah, everything’s fine. I just... I miss you. I wish you were here." His voice sounded soft and lower than usual.

"Oh, babe, I miss you too." She said, and he could hear the sincerity in her voice. "I wish I could be there, Chris. I really do. But I promise, we’ll celebrate when you get back, okay?"

Chris sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds before reopening them, looking at her contact name glowing on the small screen.

"I know. I just... It’s hard, you know? Being here without you. It doesn't feel right."

"I know, babe. But you’re surrounded by family, and they love you. Try to have a good time, for them. And for me." He almost could listen her sweet smile across the phone.

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him, breathing deeply.

"I’ll try. I just can’t wait to see you."

"Me too. Get some rest, pretty boy. Tomorrow's a big day. I love you." She whispered softly, the sound of sheets moving around echoing in the background.

"I love you too, Y/N. Goodnight." He muttered quietly, biting his bottom lip slightly.

As he hung up the phone, Chris felt a mixture of emotions. He tried to focus on the next day as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the day he’d be back in Y/N’s arms.

Unbeknownst to Chris, Y/N had been planning something special. She had spent the last few weeks organizing a surprise that she hoped would make up for her absence. She knew how much this milestone meant to him and his brothers, and she wanted to be a part of it in any way she could.

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The morning of the triplets' birthday dawned crisp and clear in Boston. Mary Lou was already in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepared a grand breakfast. The aroma of sizzling bacon, freshly baked muffins, and brewing coffee filled the house, a warm and welcoming scent that promised a day full of celebration.

Jimmy and Justin had gone to the grocery store to pick up some last-minute items needed for the big birthday lunch they were planning. The house was alive with activity, everyone playing their part in making this day special.

Matt and Nick had left early, driving to the airport to pick up Y/N. They had been in on the surprise from the start, eager to help bring a genuine smile to Chris's face. The drive was filled with excitement and a few playful jabs at how Chris would react, trying to imagine his expression when he saw Y/N in their home. Y/N herself was a bundle of nerves and anticipation, her heart racing at the thought of surprising Chris. She had barely slept after their call, her mind buzzing with plans and excitement.

As Matt and Nick’s car pulled up to the curb at the airport, Y/N spotted them and waved excitedly, a big smile on her face. They greeted her with warm hugs and excited chatter, filling her in on the plans for the day.

The drive back to the house was filled with lively conversation, Y/N asking about every little detail of their plan, wanting everything to be perfect. Matt and Nick reassured her that everything was set and that their parents were in on the surprise, ready to welcome her with open arms.

As they drove through the streets of Boston, Y/N suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Matt? Can we stop by a flower shop?" She asked, a hint of urgency in her voice while her eyes kept watching the landscape moving quickly through the window. "I want to get something special for Chris."

Matt and Nick exchanged a glance, then nodded.

"Sure, we can do that." Matt said, turning the car toward the nearest florist he knew all too well from the times his father used to bring them there to buy some flowers for Mary Lou.

The flower shop was a charming little place filled with the vibrant colors and sweet scents of countless blooms. Y/N spent a few minutes selecting the perfect bouquet, a beautiful arrangement of Chris's favorite flowers. She wanted it to be just right, a small token of her love and the effort she put into making his day special.

When they finally pulled back into the driveway, Y/N's heart felt like it might burst from her chest. She took a deep breath, clutching the bouquet tightly, and followed Matt and Nick into the house.

Mary Lou greeted her with a warm hug, kissing her face with excitement and whispering words of encouragement. They placed her surprises in the living room, the bouquet taking center stage among the carefully wrapped gifts.

Y/N took a deep breath, looking at the family for a last time before climbing the stairs slowly, each step heightening her anticipation.

Chris's door was slightly ajar, and she peeked in to see him still asleep, his form cocooned under the heavy blankets. She slipped into the room quietly, closing the door softly behind her. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on Chris's peaceful face.

Y/N approached the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She carefully lay down beside him, positioning herself so she could watch him without disturbing his sleep. For a long moment, she just observed him, taking in every detail. His dark hair was tousled, and there was a softness to his features that only appeared when he was at rest. She felt a swell of affection as she noted the faint smile on his lips, wondering if he was dreaming of something pleasant.

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of his breathing. Y/N reached out, her fingers barely brushing his cheek before she drew them back, not wanting to wake him too abruptly. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a comforting presence that she had missed so much. Her heart ached with a mix of love and longing, overwhelmed by the sight of him so close yet so unaware of her presence.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N leaned in closer, her lips hovering near his ear.

"Chris." She whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath. "Wake up, pretty boy."

Chris stirred slightly but didn't open his eyes, better accommodating his position.

"Five more minutes, babe." He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. There was a pause, and then his eyes snapped open. "Wait, babe?" He lifted his head from the pillow, and when he saw Y/N lying beside him, his eyes widened in shock, his body sitting up abruptly. "Y/N?"

She smiled, tears of happiness welling in her eyes, sitting up to be on the same level as him.

"Happy birthday, Chris." She said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Chris blinked a few times as if trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Then, a broad smile spread across his face, and he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Baby, oh my God! I can't believe you're here!" He exclaimed, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

"I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything." She replied, hugging him back just as tightly. "I wanted to surprise you."

Chris pulled back slightly, looking at her with a mixture of awe and adoration.

"This is the best birthday present ever." He said, his eyes shining with happiness. "I was so sad you couldn't be here, and now... you're really here."

Y/N laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"I'm here, Chris. I'm really here, and I'm not going anywhere else." She whispered, her thumb caressing his forehead softly, traveling to his brows and cheek bones. "Okay?"

"I've missed you so much." He muttered, his hands snaking up her shoulders to her face, cupping her cheeks, his fingers threading into her hair, and finally brought his lips crashing down onto hers in a hard, heated kiss. The intensity of it took her breath away, her knees going weak as she clung to him for support, her hands lowering to his jaw.

Chris kissed her with a desperation that spoke of all the days they had been apart, his lips moving against hers with a raw, unrestrained passion. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he pulled her onto his lap, settling her straddling him. The closeness sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the rapid thud of his heart against her chest, mirroring her own.

Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in a heated dance that left them both gasping for air. Chris's hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as if trying to erase the distance that had been between them. He groaned softly against her lips, a sound that sent a rush of warmth through her.

Y/N could feel the world spinning around her, her senses overwhelmed by Chris's touch, his taste, his scent. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, exploring, and killing all the bad feelings he felt away from her.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Chris buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breathing ragged hitting against her skin.

"I love you so much, babe." He whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much I've missed you. This is the best gift I could ever ask for."

Y/N's heart swelled with love and tenderness as she held him close, feeling his vulnerability and happiness. She could feel his tears wetting her skin, and she gently stroked his back, comforting him.

"Oh, honey, don't cry." She whispered, her voice soft while her hands traveled to his hair, massaging his curls. "I love you. So much."

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, they pulled apart, and Chris took a deep breath, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days.

"Come on." He said, his voice switching to one full of excitement. "Let's go downstairs, I can smell breakfast from here."

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