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[oopsiedaisydeer]

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𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦!𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘺

officeworker!matt. rolled-up sleeves. sarcastic but never mean. leans against doorways. disappears when work gets busy. sticky note doodles. drinks too much black coffee. side-eyes meetings. deadpan humor. sales team. falls asleep at his desk. arms crossed, watching. effortlessly charming. pretends he doesn’t care. prankster. remembers little details. loves the office cat. takes the long way back from lunch. catches officecrush!reader's eyes from across the room. competitive when he wants to be.

officecrush!reader. artsy. receptionist. purple and pink. stuck. doesn't take care of her curls. stray cat lover. mixed berry yoghurt. awkward. people pleasing. printer whisperer. pink pen in her pocket. messy sketchbook in her bag. hates being late. doodles during meetings. awkward waves. daisies. too nice to say no. always on the party committee. keeps a diary. sentimental but quiet about it. trinket collector. wonders if this is it. lingers in doorways. overthinks emails. steals glances at officeworker!matt.

@bernardsbendystraws thank u for dividers!

a/n: new au! the trailer for tour was so office vibes i had to!! i tried to find if someone else has done this alr... but i couldnt find anything??? lmk if someone has done this before pls <3

no taglist yet! but im tagging some mutuals <3

pls comment if u would like to be added to a taglist!!

mutuals - @snoopychris @bernardsbendystraws @blushsturns @sturnslutz @sturns-mermaid @throatgoat4u @sturnshood @sturnsrecord @trevorsgodmother @cowboylikenat @jellychs @loverboysturn @sturnberries @applecidersturniolo @stxrsniolo @mattsstarlet

till next time!! and pls send me asks abt these two as well as my other aus !!

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[princesseilish]

i loveee ur billie daughter stories pls pls pls make moreeeee

can you do one about billie being stressed or jealous please?!!! love ur fics smmm

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Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, mom!billie, mom!reader

Synopsis: Billie promised her daughter Disneyland a week prior

Billie was exhausted.

The kind of exhaustion that seeped into her bones, made her eyelids heavy, and turned every sound into a dull hum in the back of her head. The week had been a whirlwind of studio sessions, meetings, and barely-there sleep, and now? Now she was lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, barely clinging to consciousness.

And then—bounce.

The mattress dipped.

Then again.

A small giggle.

Billie groaned internally. Here we go.

“Mommy,” Rosie’s tiny, determined voice rang out.

Billie cracked one eye open just in time to see her daughter mid-air, bouncing high before landing on her knees beside her.

“Wake up,” Rosie whined, pressing her tiny hands into Billie’s chest.

Billie sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “Bug, what’re you doing?”

Rosie’s face lit up, excitement practically vibrating off her small frame. “It’s Disneyland day!” she squealed, bouncing again.

Billie swore she felt her soul leave her body.

Shit.

She had promised, hadn’t she? A whole week ago, when exhaustion wasn’t gripping her like a vice, when the idea of taking a whole day to run around after an overexcited five-year-old didn’t seem like absolute hell.

Now, the mere thought of standing in long lines, pushing through crowds, and making sure Rosie didn’t bolt toward every princess in sight made her want to cry.

Billie groaned, pulling Rosie into her arms to stop the bouncing. “Bug,” she started carefully, rubbing slow circles into her daughter’s back. “Can we… maybe go another day?”

Rosie gasped.

Like, full-on, dramatic, offended gasp.

“But—you pinkie promised,” she whined, holding up her tiny pinkie in betrayal.

Billie winced.

That’s when Y/N walked in, fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around her body, hair damp. “What’s going on?” she asked, brows raised as she took in the scene.

Rosie whipped around, pointing at Billie with the utmost seriousness. “Mommy’s trying to cancel Disneyland!”

Y/N bit back a smile. “Oh, she is, huh?”

“Not cancel,” Billie grumbled. “Just reschedule.”

Rosie crossed her arms, lips pressing into a stubborn pout. “Same thing.”

Y/N hummed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I see. But Rosie, you know Mommy’s been working really hard this week, right?”

Rosie frowned, thinking. “Yeah…”

“And don’t you want her to be super awake and not grumpy when we go?” Y/N teased, booping her daughter’s nose.

Rosie giggled, then seemed to consider her options. After a long, dramatic pause, she nodded. “Okay,” she said, sitting up straighter. “But only if we make a deal.”

Billie let out a small, amused huff. “Oh, you wanna negotiate now?”

Rosie nodded, eyes twinkling. “Yep! If we don’t go today, then…” She tapped her chin, thinking hard. Then—“I get two bedtime stories tonight.”

Billie raised a brow. “That’s all?”

“And—” Rosie added quickly, holding up a tiny finger, “—Mommy takes me to get froyo. Just me and Mommy.”

Y/N grinned, nudging Billie. “That sounds fair, don’t you think?”

Billie sighed, defeated but amused. “So let me get this straight—you’re okay with going to Disneyland another day as long as we read you two bedtime stories and Mommy takes you to get froyo?”

Rosie nodded, very pleased with herself.

Billie smirked, pulling her into a hug. “You drive a hard bargain, bug.”

Rosie giggled, snuggling in. “I know.”

Y/N leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Billie’s temple. “See? Problem solved.”

Billie hummed, squeezing Rosie tighter. “Yeah, yeah. But next time, I’m making you do the negotiating.”

Rosie perked up, grinning at Y/N. “Mommy, can we practice now? I wanna be president!”

Billie groaned, while Y/N laughed.

“Baby,” Y/N teased, “if you can convince your mom of anything, I think you will be.”

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[beaucate]

🍊🏄🏽🎇FLIPPED !

pairing. pogue!reader x bsf brother!rafe cameron. cw. angst (like so much of it), hurt/comfort, yearning men, exceeding fluff, grovelling, mean!reaf, ooc!rafe, redemption for both!! suggestive / smut. this is not just a series, it’s hc’s blurbs etc :)

series summary. — completely inspired by the movie flipped & how to disappear by lana.

rafe cameron was always just out of your reach — your best friend’s older brother. a kook prince with a streak mean enough to make you all teary eyed, and a heavy chip taunting him on his shoulder.

he’d never looked twice your way when you were kids. you were just sarah’s poor pogue best friend, a delusional girl with an even more ridiculous crush.

so you’d told yourself you were over it. over him and his contempt towards you. but months have passed, and things aren’t so simple around the both of you anymore. because rafe is no longer looking at you with indifference or hatred behind the blue’s of his eyes — he’s watching, waiting; like he’s searching for something in you, like he’s hoping you’ll see it too. and the scariest part? it feels like he’s the one chasing you now.

. part one.

a/n. im so so excited for this omg!! just wanted to get the idea out of my head, but I’ve literally been thinking about this since early 2024 😭. i don’t have much rafe followers yet but im v. willing to make a taglist !!

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Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʟᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

fluff, suggestive, smut, fingering, friends to lovers,, edging, friends with benefits?, sexual content, heavy tension, slow burn, slight angst, teasing, unresolved sexual tension

word count - 2.1k

Chris stumbles into the room, breath ragged, his steps heavy against the floorboards. She’s already grinning, the familiar sight of him putting her at ease.

“What’s wrong with you, big baby?” she teases, arching an eyebrow.

“Bad day. Bad, bad day.” His voice is hoarse, and his eyes avoid hers as he drops his bags with a thud and kicks off his shoes. There’s a restlessness in the way he moves, something unspoken in the way his brow furrows.

He collapses onto the mattress beside her, face down and groaning. She watches him for a moment, the tension still lingering in his shoulders.

Then, without thinking too hard about it, she reaches over and ruffles his hair.

“You wanna watch a movie?” she asks after observing him for a minute, his back rising and falling rhythmically.

He turns his head to face her, still touching the mattress. He grins sleepily, and then mumbles, “I’ve got a better idea.”

“A better idea?” She barely finishes the sentence before Chris’s weight is on top of her, his chest pressing against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Her breath catches. She stiffens, the sudden proximity unnerving but comforting at the same time. “What are you doing, Christopher?” she asks, trying for annoyance, but her voice betrays her.

Chris doesn’t respond, just nestles further into her chest.

She sighs, exasperated. “You really are a big baby, you know that?”

Chris doesn’t respond, just nestles further into her chest. His weight is warm, grounding. She should probably shove him off - he’s heavy, and she’ll regret letting him use her as a pillow in about ten minutes.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she feels it. His weight anchoring her in a way she never thought she’d crave.

Her body reacts before her mind can catch up. She shifts slightly, instinctively pressing closer, trying to match the warmth between them, the unspoken pull that tugs at her from the inside. It’s too close, too much, but it feels like the only place she’s meant to be.

“Chris…” she breathes, unsure if she’s trying to pull him closer or push him away.

He doesn’t answer, just exhales, his breath warm against her skin. It sends a shiver down her spine.

When he still doesn’t reply, she pokes him. “Hey, Chris,” she whispers, and his blue eyes flicker open, scaring her slightly. “...hey what do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking a nap.” he responds simply, shutting his eyes again contentedly.

“On me?”

“Mhm” he mumbles, shifting so that his shoulders and hips are square with her, his face sitting in the crook of her neck.

She winces as he moves, and he immediately shoots his head towards hers, giving her a silent look of worry.

“I’m okay, Chris.” Relieved, he lies back down, breathing down her neck as he slowly dozes off.

He exhales slowly, and she feels it - warm and steady against her neck. It sends an involuntary shiver down her spine, and she hopes he doesn’t notice.

She places one hand on his back, acclimatising to the position she found herself in. She used her other hand to scroll on her phone, but her efforts were half-hearted.

She shook each of her legs out from under him, but as soon as she moved, Chris groaned in protest, somehow managing to sink into her even more.

As he shifts slightly, adjusting his position, suddenly she’s aware of everything. The press of his chest against hers, the slow, cadenced rise and fall of his breathing, the way his lips are just barely grazing her collarbone.

She should tell him to move. She really should.

But he’s warm. And comfortable. And she kind of likes the way his weight pins her down.

Oh god. Why does she like it?

She tentatively places a second hand on his back, intending to shove him off, but instead, her fingers curl slightly, pressing into the fabric of his hoodie. He hums contentedly, nuzzling into her neck.

She swallows hard. What the hell is he doing?

“Chris. You’re too heavy,” she complains, poking his side.

He groans but lifts his head slightly, propping himself up just enough to look at her. His blue eyes flicker between hers, slow and unreadable.

For a second, neither of them speaks. She should say something. She should move. She should push him away.

But then his gaze drops. To her lips. Just for a moment. 

She forgets how to breathe.

And soon enough he’s nestling back into her. She just accepts it. How her best friend is clinging onto her.

That’s when she feels it. Ever so slightly, a hardness poking her inner thigh.

She gasps. Not in pleasure. Just in shock.

Because that definitely wasn’t there before.

She stiffens, suddenly hyper aware of every inch of contact between them. Maybe if she doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, this moment won’t exist. Maybe she imagined it.

But then Chris shifts again, just slightly, and… oh.

Heat floods her cheeks, a mix of mortification and something else entirely.

Her mind races, and she tries to move, avoiding, avoiding her best friend’s dick. Chris groans again though and she feels it harder this time.

This is bad. This is so bad.

She should shove him off, laugh it off, make a joke about how he needs to get his situation under control.

But her body doesn’t get the memo. Instead, she shifts, just slightly, and the friction makes her head spin.

She can’t help it. A tiny whimper escapes her mouth.

Chris doesn’t say anything, but she senses the way his muscles tense at her reaction. 

As it continues to press into her, she lets out a low mewl, grasping at the material of Christopher’s hoodie.

She feels Chris smile against her skin, even before he speaks.

"You okay, baby?" His voice is lazy, amused. Like he already knows the answer.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again. She’s not sure what she was going to say.

She doesn’t respond. All of her senses are on fire and completely overwhelmed. She subconsciously rolls her hips before Chris stops her, with a single hand on her waist.

“Easy,” Chris murmurs, fingers tightening just enough to keep her still. His voice is lower now, his breath warm against her neck.

She goes still, pulse hammering in her throat.

Chris hums, like he’s thinking. Like he knows. “You’re squirmy tonight,” he muses. “Trying to tell me something?”

She swallows hard, but she has no answer.

Chris’s grip on her waist doesn’t loosen. If anything, it tightens. His fingers flex slightly, his palm pressing against the soft fabric of her shirt like he’s testing something. Testing her.

She should pull away. Say something. But she’s frozen beneath him, her pulse drumming in her ears.

Chris exhales slowly, and she feels it against her skin, warm and steady, but there’s a tightness to it, like he’s holding back. His fingers move…not far, just a slight drag along her side, barely there, but enough to make her stomach clench.

She shudders. It’s small, but he notices. Of course, he does.

His lips, still barely grazing her collarbone, twitch into something like a smirk.

“You okay, baby?” He repeats, voice low, almost amused, but there’s something else in it. Something rougher.

She swallows, nodding before she can think better of it.

Chris hums, his fingers sliding along the waistband of her pants, slow and deliberate, teasing without even meaning to. Or maybe he does mean to.

Either way, he doesn’t stop.

She stretches beneath him, trying anything to dull the ache inside. And it’s just her luck - her shirt rides up, and Christopher Sturniolo’s hand touches her skin.

He pauses but then continues to run his fingers along her waist.

His lips ghost over her collarbone, and his voice comes out quiet, almost lazy.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

He exhales sharply, like he’s trying to get a grip on himself, but his fingers don’t stop moving, tracing slow circles at her waist.

“Tell me I can.” His voice is quiet, but there’s a rough edge to it. “Please.”

“Please, Christopher”, she begs in return.

Chris wastes no time in slipping his hand under her waistband. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even try to shift off her. His weight stays heavy on top of her, anchoring her to the mattress like he’s reluctant to give up the feeling of being pressed against her. It’s almost suffocating, but in the best way… he doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to lose the closeness.

His hand slips further down, fingers lightly grazing her underwear. He doesn’t undress her, doesn’t try to get any further than that. No, he’s content… more than content, keeping her exactly like this, all his weight on top of her, with just his hands moving, dragging and teasing, as if he never wants to stop touching her.

She’s not content, though. She moans, urging Chris on by tightening her legs around him, drawing him in closer.

His mouth opens, hot breath fanning her skin as he plants a delicate kiss below her neck. His lips remain there, resting on her skin.

Then, with renewed vigor, he strokes her. Slow, deliberate. She mewls. Chris does it again. And again.

He enjoys every little sound that escapes her mouth. He’s sad he can’t watch her but he won’t compromise the position they are in. Her whimpers and whines. Her breathless moans, her sharp intakes of breath. Chris drinks it all in, his ear practically pressed against her voicebox.

And when he finally hears it, the soft, drawn out “please” that falls from her lips, he commits. Pulling her underwear to the side, he feels her wetness coat his index finger, and he lets the digit sit within the mess for a second.

Her gratified but still hungry noises urge him on further, slowly dragging the finger through her heat. Somehow, she’s never felt more intimate with someone. Maybe it’s the closeness, maybe it’s her desperation, or the fact that her best friend is touching her where she never even imagined he would.

Her self-resolve crumbles with each dying second. “Chris, please.” she begs him softly.

He hums curiously, finally pressing down on her clit. She clenches involuntarily, whimpering.

Chris’s finger moves with purpose, dragging along her sensitive skin, coaxing a mix of gasps and shaky breaths from her. His weight is still firmly pressing into her, not allowing her to escape or shift away from the growing tension. Every breath he takes feels like it's drawing him closer to her, as though he’s anchoring her to this moment, unwilling to let it slip away.

His eyes are closed, but the pressure of his hand, the way it moves so deliberately, feels like a silent conversation between them. No words are necessary. The silence is enough. His movements grow more insistent as her soft pleas reach his ears, each word breaking her resolve just a little more.

She’s trembling beneath him, every inch of her body hyper-aware of his touch. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie, gripping it as if she can hold on to the moment. But she knows, deep down, that she’s losing herself in it. Losing herself in him.

“Chris…” She breathes his name like a plea, but it’s less a question and more of an invitation, a soft surrender to whatever this is turning into.

His lips are at her ear now, breath warm and steady against her skin, just enough to make her shiver. “You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he murmurs, the words low and rough, like he’s testing the waters, feeling her reactions.

His fingers don’t stop. They keep moving, dragging and teasing in a way that makes her head spin. She can’t focus, can barely breathe with the way his weight presses into her, every little shift heightening the tension between them.

She feels the world narrowing to just him. Just this moment. Just the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, the rising heat in her chest, the undeniable pull between them. Her body contorting, her hips twitching.

She’s close. Too close.

And yet, there’s a part of her that wants to pull away, to pretend none of this is happening. But another part, one that’s equally as desperate, wants more. She needs more.

She grips him harder, her chest rising and falling beneath him, and her voice cracks, “Chris, I-”

But whatever she’s about to say gets lost in a breathless gasp when his finger presses deeper, the slow rhythm making her tremble uncontrollably beneath him.

His response is to press a kiss to the soft skin of her neck. “I got you,” he murmurs, his tone both teasing and comforting, like he knows exactly what she needs and he’s not going anywhere.

“Let me love you, baby.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the divider! 🫶🏻

a/n: once again this was meant to be a blurb. lmk ur thoughts!

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid @chrissweetheart comment to be added/removed to my main (non-au) taglist !

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[dalechevy32004]

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[realprissygirl]

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