If You Write A Strong Character, Let Them Fail.

𝐉𝐁, 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘀_ 𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱

𝘛𝘞, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 + 𝘑𝘑'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥

"Come on j, can we please watch a movie?" I ask him walking over to my bed.

"i would love too y/n but we have to finish your math so you don't get held back, your already failing" JJ says turning the chair that he's sitting on towards me

"please jj, it's one movie" i plead laying down on my bed

"how about this" he says walking towards me "we finish your math homework then you can pick whatever movie we watch, deal?"

"how about we watch a movie then we finish my homework" i say sitting up.

"You're not winning this argument sunshine" jj says picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"jj!" i say slapping his back

"shit, y/n don't hit there on my back" jj says setting me down

"sorry jj" I said, kissing his cheek "your dad again?" He looks away and sits on the chair again. He shakes his head and pulls me to sit on his lap. "Just stop talking about it" jj says grabbing my pencil "let's just finish this then we can watch your movie yea?"

"yea" I say, grabbing the pencil and continuing my homework. jj puts his head on my shoulder and points out where i go wrong.

"There you go, you're finally done, now let's watch the movie you wanted to watch" jj says pressing his lips against my shoulder. I nod my head and stand up walking towards my bed.

"what movie are we watching" he says standing up walking towards my bed

"the mighty ducks, the first one though, you've never seen them before" i tell him laying down

"That's because I have no interest in those movies," jj says, putting his head on my stomach. I smile at him and run my fingers through his hair while turning on my laptop that sometimes doesn't turn on.

"They all look so young and since it's near the end we can see them-" I say but look down to see JJ asleep. I shake my head and get up to grab a glass of water. i go to the kitchen and see john b, kiara, sarah and pope talking

"y/n! just because your dating my best friend doesn't mean you get to keep him 24/7" john b tells me walking towards the kitchen

"this is the first time we hung out alone jb, you guys are always in the room making sure we don't do shit" i say taking a sip out of my water bottle

"what's that on your neck?" john b says going into protective brother mode and checking my neck out

"birthmark dumbass, and if i were to have a hickey it would be in a place that wouldn't be shown" i smirk at john b, he looks at me with a disgusted face. jj walks out of my room and towards me wrapping an arm around my waist

"you left me" jj whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my head

"i know, john b held me up complaining that i took you away" i whisper back "come on let's go watch the rest of the movie"

"keep the sound to a minimum" kie yells looking at us then at john b

"no closed door! keep it opened" john b says to us. I scoff and grab jjs hand walking towards my bedroom. jj takes this as a chance to smack my ass

"jj maybank!" i say laughing, he just smiles at me and kisses my forehead

"gross jj that's my sister" john b complains walking over to where sarah is.

"oh please you do worse with sarah" y/n looks at her brother

"shush"

Sleepy Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: 

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From The Sleepyhead:

"I'm so tired..."

"What time is it?"

"I could *yawn* watch another movie."

"No, no, let's do it anyway."

"I feel like I could nap for a thousand years."

"I envy genies, getting to sleep for thousands of yearsin a lamp."

"I'm not tired!"

"I can't *yawn* stop yawning--"

"I'm okay, promise."

"No need to worry! I'm just gonna close my eyes for a sec."

"I'm gonna rest my eyes."

"Being in the car is so soothing..."

From The Bystander:

"You look dead on your feet."

"Are you sure you're not tired?"

"I think it's time for someone to go to bed."

"Let me carry you."

"I'll take care of it, you just get some rest."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

"I'll be right here. If you have a nightmare, I'll save you."

"You need to rest."

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"[Pet's name] is ready for bed, and so are you."

can i kiss you?

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader

lines are meant to be crossed, kissing you is one of them

bradley bradshaw may have been considered a charmer, or even a player to some, but he always had respect for women. it had been ingrained in his mind by his mom that women were to be respected. they weren’t objects or toys. they weren’t required to stay home and be a house wife and wait on their husbands hand and foot. carole preached that women had voices that ought to be heard- they were strong, beautiful, and they were human. 

that’s why bradley did not wanna mess this up. the day he met you he thought you were the most beautiful, headstrong woman he had ever laid eyes on. you challenged him. you were confident, but not cocky. quiet, but not necessarily reserved or shy. involved without being overbearing. intuitive and smart without rubbing it into people’s face. you balanced out the aviator perfectly. and bradley was obsessed. like would kiss the ground you walked on obsessed. 

you had only been on two dates because of his busy schedule, but he swore no one had ever made him feel the you did. you made his chest tight and his heart stutter, his blush crawl and his knees weak. you had him wrapped around your finger. and he loved it. he loved falling in love with you. but he hated how much you used it to your advantage even if it wasn’t on purpose. 

like right now. 

you’re on your third date. rooster planned the first two. you were planning the next. you chose your place since rooster had just gotten back from an intense mission and figured he needed rest. you’re sitting next to him on the couch, a glass of bourbon between your fingers (rooster almost fell to his knees when he saw your collection). your’re sitting criss-crossed applesauce, knees pressing lightly into his thigh. his thumb rubs gentle circles on your bare skin as he talks about the mission details that he’s allowed to share. he’s somewhere in between telling a story about coyote and getting to fly an F-14. you were listening, but you were also allowing yourself to admire the pilot. 

he’s a little more tan- a noticeable stubble lining his jaw. you’re used to his mustache and clean shaven look, but the five o’clock shadow suits him. the bruise on his orbital (the one he got in a scuff with hangman) is almost gone, just an annoying pink. his eyes hold that childlike glint you admire so much, which causes you cock your head to the side, that soft smile adorning your face. 

your gaze causes rooster to stutter in his story, his heart rate quickening. you raise an eyebrow. “you okay?”

he opens his mouth to respond. pauses. puts down his glass. and then asks, “can i kiss you?”

you smile softly. “i don’t think you have to ask, roos.”

he leans in, taking your glass and setting it down next to his own. “no?”

“no,” you utter back, giving in as he tugs you onto his lap. you throw one leg over both of his, fingers dancing along the base of his neck.

his gaze falls to your lips and back up again. “good.”

you open your mouth to respond, but rooster is quick to cut you off by capturing your lips with his. they’re soft and taste of your eight-year aged bourbon. he kisses you until he can’t anymore and when he pulls away, you’re both having to catch your breath.

“roos,” you say breathless, nose brushing against his.

he hums, kissing you again, not as long this time but it’s just as breathtaking. he can’t think clearly, mind clouded by your touch.

“please stop asking to kiss me and just do it.”

he dips his head down to press hot kisses to the smooth skin of your neck. your eyes flutter shut as his lips graze your ear. “you giving me orders?”

you cup his jaw to kiss him again. “you gotta problem with that lieutenant?”

he offers you that small smirk. “not at all, captain.”

HELLO?? This is so good.

Please Sit On My Face Baby

Summary: What the title says

Content: NSFW

Requested? No

Locals DNI

A/N: I hope this don't flop cause yall don't understand how I was kicking my feet and giggling writing this.

What was meant to be a quick peck turned into a full out make out session and now you are on Matt’s lap as you guys exchange sloppy kisses. 

Matt pulls away from the heated kiss with swollen lips and droopy eyes. “I need you to sit on my face.”

“What?!” You’re startled by his request, to which Matt simply smirks moving to kiss your cheek then whispers in your ear  “Please sit on my face baby.” 

You're quick to deny his request and start to shake your head. There’s no way you can sit on his face you’re not the skinniest girl out there and what if you suffocated him or broke his beautiful face. You couldn’t bear the embarrassment, this was something you’ve never done before. 

Matt could see the internal turmoil you were having and he gripped your hips grinding you against his groin. “Feel how hard the thought of eating you out makes me feel, come on princess you’ll feel good, I’ll feel good. It’s a win win.” 

“What if I like suffocate you and you die or something. How would I explain that to a judge?”. 

“If I die buried under your pussy that would be a dream come true. I think the judge would be jealous. “ He says cheekily. 

“Shut up” you giggle trying to keep a straight face as this was something you were really unsure about. 

“We don’t have to do this baby, it’s completely up to you.” He says now seriously. Matt would never want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable doing. 

“No, I wanna do it,” You had already made up your mind. 

“Okay good.” Matt grins. “Any day now because i’m fucking dying to taste you.” 

You shimmy out of your underwear, placing your hands on his shoulders and moving yourself up his chest as he lays down. Until you’re just about hovering your face. You grip onto the headboard with jittering nerves of anticipation and nervousness. 

Matt stays silent and patient while you slightly lower down on your haunches until you can feel his warm breath against your core. Just as you are about to reach his mouth you jerk up from surprise. 

“What?” He asks 

“Nothing, just your beard tickled me.” 

“Cmon baby, you’re killing me I feel starved staring at your pretty pussy.” 

You feel your knees go weak from his words alone and that must’ve given you courage to finally lower down to his mouth. 

Matt wastes no time and immediately presses his lips to your folds swiping his tongue up against your opening a couple times before pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. 

“Oh fuck.” you gasp throwing your head back in pleasure, squeezing Matt in between your thighs any thought of suffocating the man underneath you long gone as you get lost in waves of pleasure. 

The possibility of actually suffocating didn’t seem to deter Matt if anything he delved into your pussy licking and sucking with his all and grabbing your thick thighs which were sure to leave bruises, pushing himself into you more. The man was in heaven that’s for sure. 

You drop your head in ultimate pleasure as you can feel your orgasm climbing higher and higher, you flicker your eyes open to find yourself locking gazes with Matt. His blue eyes were droopy and glazed in ecstasy almost as if he was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. Somehow Matt was enjoying this more than you as he continued suckling on your clit. 

You could barely keep eye contact as you felt your orgasm hit you instantly and you threw your head back, bucking your hips against his face trying to ride out the orgasm. You feel overstimulated as Matt grips onto your thighs and you feel his scruff rub against your inner thighs deliciously.  

It takes so much strength to pick yourself up after the sensations ended and you flop down on the bed next to Matt. You guys are both out of breath and panting. 

Matt breaks the silence by pushing himself to lean up over you and grabs your neck . “Taste yourself baby.” Is all he says before he tips your head back as your mouth falls open and a string of spit connects you guys before it hits your mouth and you instantly swallow. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Matt groans before he smashes his lips against yours and the whole night is spent tangled in the sheets.

protective prompts.

basically my friends all separately made me angsty and then these came to mind so. here we go. have some protective prompts! ( EDIT TO CLARIFY: the prompts listed under "to the threat" are for like. an NPC threat. so if, for example, john sends "back off!" to mary, he isn't saying it to mary, he's saying it to whoever is threatening to harm mary. or whatever u want tbh that's just how i saw it as i wrote them but u do u!!! )

to the threat

" i swear to god, if you lay a hand on him/her/them, you'll be sorry! "

" don't you touch him/her/them! "

" get away from him/her/them! "

" touch one hair on their head and it'll be the last time you have hands. "

" you're gonna regret ever touching him/her/them, i swear to god! "

" no! stop! don't you dare go near him/her/them! "

" what did you say? hey! what the hell did you say to them?! "

" where are you taking them?! "

" hands off. "

" back off! "

" i'm the one you want, why are you taking them?! get off of them! take me! take me, asshole! "

" what the hell did you do to them?! "

" no! take me instead! please, they've done nothing wrong! "

to the protected.

" who did this to you? "

" did they do this to you? "

" don't worry. just sit here, where it's safe. this won't take long. "

" don't panic. it's not my blood. "

" i warned them what would happen if they hurt you. i keep my promises. "

" did they hurt you? "

" hey... here, take my jacket. and wait here, okay? i'll be right back. "

" look at me, hey... it's okay. you're safe now. "

" i told you i'd keep you safe, didn't i? "

" i... i swore to protect you... and now look at you. "

" it's gonna be okay. i promise. "

" i said i'd find you, right? "

" it's okay. they won't hurt you. they won't hurt anyone, actually, ever again. "

" what did they say to you? i swear to god, i'll kill them... "

" hey. don't worry about me, okay? i can mind myself. i just want you to be safe. "

" we're getting out of here. together. now. "

" they hurt you... oh, that does it. they did this to themselves. i told them. i told them what i'd do if they did anything to you... "

" i'm getting you out of here. i swear it. "

to the protector.

" i'm not a damsel/dude in distress. i don't need you fussing over me. "

" no! don't fight back! i'm fine, i'll be fine, just stay safe! "

" i... i don't care what happens to me. i didn't care what happened at all. but then you started yelling, and now... now i realize that i care quite a lot about what might happen to you. "

" don't! don't get yourself killed over this. not for me... "

" shh, shh, it's okay... it's okay, i'm fine, i'm alright. i promise. "

" they didn't hurt me. but... look what they did to you... "

" dumbass, if you keep yelling at them, they'll kill you quicker than you can blink. "

" i can't leave if you're dead! don't you get that?! i'll revisit this place every time i close my eyes! "

" why do you care so much about me? "

" you... you killed them all. because of what they did to me? "

" you came back for me... "

" my god, i've never been so happy to see you in my life! "

" i love you. i... i know this isn't the best time or place but... i do. i love you. "

" in case we don't make it to sunrise... i love you. "

" no! don't struggle! don't! don't give them a reason to hurt you! i'm okay! please! "

" help me! "

“So you’re… gay?”

Steve Harrington tilts his chin to catch the eyes of Mike Wheeler, but he only has them for a split moment- before Mike’s eyes are focused back on the woods that surround Steve’s house.

“Bisexual, but yeah.” Steve shrugs.

“But you dated Nancy? And Heidi? And-”

“Just because I’ve only ever dated girls before— it doesn’t mean that I’m not still into dudes.” Steve says softly, before he shrugs again. “I’ve thought plenty of dudes were hot-”

“Like who?” Mike spits. Steve knows he doesn’t really mean it.

“Harrison Ford, Dio, Tommy H.,” Steve ticks each name with his fingers. “But I think girls are still, wow, y’know? Brooke Shields, Carrie Fisher, even Molly Ringwald.”

“I just-” Mike blows out a sharp breath from his nose, and his dark eyes cut back to Steve. “I was with El for so long.”

And there it is. Steve hums, soft and prompting, and Mike huffs again as he tilts his head down to look at his clasped hands. He’s fiddling with the friendship bracelet there, the one that matches the one around Steve’s wrist, the one that every member of The Party wears.

“And I was with Nancy for a while, too.” Steve shrugs again. Turns when he can feel heat on his back, catches the eyes of his boyfriend, and just waves a hand in his general direction. Knows he’ll get it. He does. Steve turns back to put all of his attention onto Mike again. “Doesn’t mean that all I felt for her wasn’t real, it was.”

“I-” Mike huffs. “I wasn’t sad when El broke up with me. Not when I can see that she’s all happy with Lucas and Max.”

“Mhm?” Steve hums.

“And like, part of me thinks I deserve it? Like, I want to be happy for Will. I really do.” Mike sniffles slightly, his brows raise and disappear underneath Mike’s bangs. “But like, I’m also sad? Like can I be sad? I’m not sad he’s happy I just…”

“You… just wish you were the person making him happy?” Steve suggests, voice soft and like syrup. Mike nods. “That’s okay.”

“Is it?” Mike’s voice is sharp again. “Because I’m not, I’m not mad at Max for making El happy. I’m not mad at Lucas for making El happy.”

“No?” Steve twists, plants his back against one of the pillars of his back porch, and quirks one of his eyebrows.

“No, it, I-” Mike groans before he runs a splayed hand over his face and sighs. His eyes cut back to Steve’s, and his brows furrow. “Are you mad at Nancy and Robin for dating?”

“No.” Steve answers resolutely. “Nance and I, we ran our course.” Steve sighs. “And there is always going to be a part of me that loves your sister, but it… just not in that way anymore.”

“Because you’re gay?” Mike questions.

“Because people are allowed to change.” Steve keeps his eyes closed as he tilts his head back to rest against the pillar. “You’re allowed to change your mind about things. About people. About the things you like and enjoy.”

“Like how Lucas joined the basketball team?”

“Sure.” Steve shrugs. “Or like how Ellie is planning on joining the cheer squad.” Mike’s nose crinkles, and Steve bites back a laugh. “Or like how Dustin usually plays a bard, but is giving a go at a paladin the next campaign you nerds play.”

“But I… I was an asshole.” Mike sniffles again, and Steve nods. “Like, I was so mean to you and to Will and to just… to- I was just a terrible person.”

“Maybe you weren’t a terrible person,” Steve says softly, coaxing. “Maybe you were just fourteen.”

“But-” Mike sniffles, uses the palm of his hand to wipe angrily at his cheek. “I was so mean to Will and to El and to just everyone. Including you and you’re out here talking to me instead of inside-”

“You’re one of my kids, Wheeler.” Steve cuts in, a little sharp to get Mike to cut himself off. “One of mine.”

“But I’m not, I’m not Dustin.” Mike sniffles again, scrubs at his cheek with his sleeve again. “Or Max or El-”

“No, no you’re not.” Steve ignores the way Mike deflates. “Dustin is my brother, and Max and Ellie are my sisters- but you.” Steve sighs, soft again as he watches the fifteen year old next to him. “I think you’re my favorite out of the brats, kiddo.”

Mikes head jerks up, eyes wide and searching and a type of earnest that makes Steve ache. Mike’s bottom lip wobbles, just slightly, before he nods.

“So it’s, I’m-” Mike huffs. “Not a terrible person?”

“You’re fifteen,” Steve says. “You’re just fifteen.”

“Okay.” Mike nods before he lets himself look at Steve again. “So it’s, I’m, not terrible if I’m sad or something about Will and Gareth?”

“Nope.” Steve doesn’t push.

“Okay.” Mike nods, before he stands on shaking legs. “I’m gonna, uh, go wash my face.”

“Alright, use my bathroom upstairs if you need.”

Steve is quiet and just watches the trees as Mike walks back inside, but he turns his head slightly when he hears the back sliding door open again.

“Baby love,” Eddie murmurs as he comes, coming right behind Steve to press a soft kiss to the very top of Steve’s head. “You and Wheeler okay?”

“Mhm,” Steve nods, but let’s Eddie direct him to lean into his chest anyway. Smiles as he glances down at Eddie’s sock-clad feet, toes wiggling as he shimmies to be able to cradle Steve to his chest. “Mike’s jealous of Gareth.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie breathes, and Steve hums again as Eddie nuzzles a kiss into the area where Steve knows there’s still a hicky that’s been bitten into his flesh. “What’d you say?”

“Told him he’s just fifteen.” Steve shrugs as if that explains it, and at Eddie’s soft hum- Steve knows it sort-of does. “They’re all just fifteen.”

“Nah, Gareth is sixteen.” Eddie nuzzles another kiss against Steve’s neck. Steve feels Eddie smile into the skin there, feels the slight stubble as Eddie rubs his cheek against Steve. “And he’ll still run away from you screaming if you try and adopt him.”

“For now.” Steve bites, but there’s no heat there.

“For always.” Eddie adjusts his hold, taps a light beat against Steve’s abdomen with a drum of his fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Steve turns to be able to press a soft kiss to the swell of Eddie’s scarred cheek, and Steve smiles at the feeling of it under his lips. “Do we need to get back inside?”

“Probably,” Eddie hums, before he wiggles his fingers again. “Max and Ellie are not-so patiently waiting for you to join them again so you all can finish watching The Breakfast Club.”

“I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a cult classic.” Steve says as he feels Eddie pull himself away.

Steve smiles though when Eddie helps him up, a soft hand lingering and eventually staying on the small of Steve’s back. Eddie smiles down at Steve before he cocks his head slightly, and then leans down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“For the record?” Eddie cuts his eyes back up to Steve’s, doe-eyed and glimmering, before he’s talking. “You were just seventeen.”

Steve nods. Eddie smiles, and tilts his head in a gesture toward the backdoor.

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

Steve smiles and lets himself follow.

-

wrote this based off of ‘this text post’ that i saw on here— and then had this come to mind. bit of mike wheeler angst, smidge of soft steddie, background ronance, elumax, and greatwise.

✮ burnt pancakes — jj maybank

summary: jj being pussy whipped for his girl

warnings: allusions to sex, inappropriate jj (cmon tho)

word count: 0.5k

inspired by this tiktok

you had woken up early from jj’s snoring, having to wiggle out of his grasp in order to get away.

you decided to make pancakes for the pogues, grabbing all the ingredients john b had, which was a surprise, and cooking up a batch.

the door behind you creaked, causing you to whip your head around to see sarah and jb, the two groggily saying good morning before sitting at the counter.

“is mom making pancakes?” john b asked, causing you to snicker as sarah hit his arm.

“what he meant to say was thank you,” she mumbled, ending the sentence with a yawn as john b tsked.

the three of you made light conversation as they watched you cook, pope joining a few minutes later announcing that kie would be swinging by.

you were all talking about who knows what when jj came stalking out, his eye’s immediately falling on your figure.

you were wearing one of his T-shirts that practically drowned your body in fabric, with a pair of his boxers.

smirking to himself at the thought of last nights activities, he made his way over to where you stood.

“oh! morning babe,” you chirped when his arm snaked around your waist, the boy leaning over to peck your lips before leaning against the counter to watch.

“speak of the devil,” john b mumbled, sending jj a teasing smile as the blonde flipped him off.

“how’d you two lovebirds sleep?” sarah asked, catching you off guard as you flipped three pancakes over.

“uh—good?” you answered but it sounded more of a question. you heard the couple snicker along with pope who sat on the couch, causing you to look at jj.

jj gave you a shrug in response, confused as well.

“do any…cardio?”

cardio? what does that mean-

your face dropped as you realized what she was referring to, your face heating up as you dropped it in embarrassment.

“ohhh,” jj sighed, coming back over to you as he hugged you from behind, squeezing your waist momentarily before saying—“you guys heard?”

“jj!”

“what?! im just asking the lady!”

sarah burst out laughing as john b pretended to throw up in disgust, your face turning many shades of red as you hid it in your hands.

“jj is pussy whipped,” john b said, a teasing tone laced in his words as you groaned in annoyance.

“hell yeah i am,” he responded, abruptly bending you over the counter before taking hold of your waist and pretending to thrust into you.

“jj!” you gasped, hitting him in the chest before pointing your finger at him.

“gross guys!” pope called from where he sat.

“guys?! i didn’t do anything!” you tried defending.

“y/n-”

“no jj, you lost the privilege to talk,” you scolded, watching john b and sarah’s eyes widen as you furrowed your brows.

“y/n the pancakes are burning.”

before you could respond, the fire alarm went off and you turned around to face a heap ton of smoke.

“shit!”

List of “I’d rather eat a shoe than fake date you but here we are” prompts

“In public, we’re in love. In private, we are in a civil war. Remember that, or we’re fucked.” 

“Were you trying to kiss me or were you trying to suck my soul out of my body?”

“What are you doing? Put your hand on my waist!” “No, they’re going to get the wrong idea!” “That’s because we want them to get the wrong idea, you moron! Now put your hand on my waist and stop stepping on my feet, for Christ’s sake! Did those ballroom lessons not pay off?!” 

“Remember, we’re doing this for the cameras.” “With the way you’ve been looking at me, it definitely doesn’t feel like we’re doing it just for the cameras but sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night.” 

“…That kiss lasted five seconds longer than usual and so I now have reasonable grounds to be suspicious of how you actually feel about me.” “My only concern is that you were actually counting the seconds in your head.” “Well, someone has to keep count before it ends up feeling too real.” 

“Why did you tell your parents I don’t wash my ass? Now they think I’m a disgusting slob!” “I’m only getting back at you for that one time when you told my parents that I don’t scan all of my items at the self-checkout station. Do you know how long they lectured me for that over the phone?!”

“I like your parents a lot,” Character A tells Character B, after Character B’s parents tells them embarrassing stories of Character B’s childhood/shows them embarrassing pictures of Character B’s growing up.

Character A, after getting into a heated argument with Character B: “Might I remind you I’d rather save my brother from drowning over you any day.” (Character B responding with: “You don’t even have a brother, let alone siblings!”) 

“Don’t you think you’re holding me a bit too tight?” “Well, do you want this to be convincing or not?” “I do, but a little looser than this would still be convincing.”

Character C, knowing about their fake dating ploy and one day asking, “So like, did you guys become the real deal or something because what’s with the sexual tension going on?” and Character A and Character B simultaneously balking at the accusation, immediately being like, “Fuck off, there’s no sexual tension going on at all!” after eyeing each other like they’d rather gobble each other up than be here.

relax bro ain’t no one taking it from you

tender | chris sturniolo x fem!reader

request: “"i love you.” “what?” “i love you and it terrifies me.” with chris s? tyyy!!“ from anonymous

description: after having a conversation with y/n, chris reveals his feelings.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, subtle angst, mostly fluff, foul language, etc.

word count: <1k

"Did you seriously have to say that in front of all those people?” You laughed as you and Chris both slipped through the exit doorway of a convenience store. The air was brisk and caused the skin on your face to tighten. As you released breaths, it appeared like smoke in the cool atmosphere.

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