#I got her back for 17 whole fucking hours

[killjoy-prince]

I now know the context for the 'Doctor... you're huge' line

[no-144444]

side street- c.leclerc

summary: clubs aren't just for dancing, sometimes, it's for reconciliation too.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem! wolff! reader

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“Tonight is literally a movie,” Charles mocked, bringing his drink to his mouth, then lowering it again. “I mean who says that? We’re not 17 anymore.”  

“Just talk to her,” Arthur whined. “I cannot take this pathetic, sad Charles anymore. I mean for fuck’s sake, you spent three hours on the piano last night!”

“She doesn’t want to see me,” he shook his head and Arthur moved to open his mouth, but Charles held up a sharp hand. “Her parents would kill me. Dead. And her.”

“It wasn’t even that bad, when you think about it,” Arthur argued. “What’s her parent’s problem with you anyway?”

Charles stared at him for a moment, a blank look of disappointment on his face. “You are joking, right?”

“Yeah, sorry. You have a point,” he nodded. Charles’s mouth dropped open at his brother’s blatant hypocrisy. “I am not saying I’m a saint! We’re just… talking about you right now!”

He scoffed, chuckling and looking back to the party. Back to you. Dancing with him. George Russell. That’s who Toto wants. That’s who Susie wants. That’s who you should want. That’s who you deserve. Not someone who has been more loyal to an F1 team than his past relationships. Not Charles. 

“You’re moping,” Lando scoffed, sitting beside him. “I told you not to go after her,” he tutted. 

“Try resisting her,” Charles scoffed, nudging him in the side. “She’s everything.” 

“Shit, you’re in love,” Lando cursed, a smirk on his lips. “Catch feelings Mr. Cheater?”

The three of them were silent, Lando and Arthur watching Charles as he watched you. The way your dress clung to your body, the way your hips swayed, the smile on your ridiculously beautiful face, the way your eyes creased at the sides when you laughed, the way you jumped up and down for the song playing- your favourite song. He felt something in his chest ache. He wanted you, yes. But he wanted the girl he knew so well. Working from bed on the days he got off, smiling in the dark, the way you looked at him. He missed it all. He missed you all the time. “I’m fucked.”

“Glad you came to that conclusion,” Lando smacked a hand on his back and grabbed ahold of his jacket, pulling him up. “Because we’re going to go talk to her.” 

Charles’s stomach dropped, but his feet were working overtime to get over to you quick enough. 

“Y/n!” Lando shouted over the music. “I need to talk to you!” 

You turned away from George to be met with Charles’s face, and your smile dropped into a face of surprise. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment as the song changed, something slower, more dangerous. Perfect for the night that was in it. 

“What’s up Lando?” you turned to him, but he’d already disappeared. “Oh fuck, where’d he go?”

“I need to talk to you,” Charles gritted out, the adrenaline and nervousness rushing through his body. “Outside?”

Despite your better judgement, you let him lead you out of the club and into a side street, his anxiety growing. What would he even say? He had no clue what he was meant to say to convince you to take him back, to put your trust in him that he wouldn’t fuck it up. 

“Y/n, I’m-”

But you didn’t let him finish. You pressed your lips against his and ran your hands through his hair, messing it up. His stupidly perfect shaggy hair. You pulled on it, bringing him closer. He wouldn't have cared if you pulled it out. He loved this. Your whole body pressing up against his, your lips on his again, your scent near him again, it was vexing. You were enchanting him, calling him to the depths of the sea like a siren, and he was much too happy to drown. His hands circled your waist, pulling you even closer (if that was possible), and he just enjoyed the moment. The last time he’d kissed you, he hadn’t known it would be the last time. You were hungry, kissing him like you needed it. Needed him. “I missed you so much,” you breathed out, then kissed him again. 

“I missed you too,” he huffed, pulling back and looking at you. Smudged lipstick. Puffy lips. Soft smile. Beautiful. 

“I want you, I don’t care what my parents say,” you admitted, your voice strong, but he could feel the anxiety radiating off of you. “If you’ll have me.”

He chuckled at the absurdity of him not wanting you. “I’ll always want you,” he smiled. “You’re everything to me.” 

You were both quiet, the electric energy between the two of you making it impossible to look away. 

You spoke up. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

“So you’re going to take me home…?” you smirked. 

Charles groaned and kissed you again. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me.”

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ferrari masterlist

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

//A/N: cute joel miller flirting blurb :’) //

“what would you be if you could be anything in the world? any job, pre or post infection?”

you’ve been driving for a few hours now. you’d known joel for a while.

back in the boston qz, you were a doctor— not by pre infection standards, but you had been practicing for about 15 years in the qz. you were only a teenager when the outbreak happened. then, you got dragged along by joel to check out this ‘medical’ thing he and tess were looking into..

and long story short— you were making your way from boston to salt lake.

so, as you drive, you became bored. you asked ellie to play a game of truth or truth—

ellie wanted to play truth or dare, but you were stuck in a car and didn’t trust ellie’s concept of a ‘dare.’

“an astronaut,” ellie’s answer is immediate. you smile, remembering when you were 14 and knew exactly what you’d be if you could be anything.

“yeah?”

“yeah. it would be fucking sick, right?” and when you glare at her for saying ‘fuck’ she just gives you a sarcastic glance. “being up in space and stuff.”

“yeah, guess it would be pretty cool.” you nod. you’d never considered it. but when you imagine it, starman by david bowie starts to play in your brain. or maybe space oddity. you’re not sure.

you wonder if ellie has ever heard either of them. you desperately wish you could see the expression on her face as she listens to it. to dance to either of the two songs with her.

“what about you?” ellie asks joel.

you wait.

you watch his features subtly shift.

“i always..” he hesitates. “kinda wanted to be a singer.”

“a singer?” you smile.

ellie laughs.

“what would you sing?” she questions.

“probably country.” he answers honestly. you just smile.

“alright, cowboy.” you smile, the nickname slipping out with ease.

“well, how ‘bout you?”

“how ‘bout me?”

“yeah, if you could be anything..” ellie started.

“i’d want to be a writer.” you answer honestly. you had this whole plan. get great grades, go to a great college. become some great writer.

how you longed to have the time, the energy, the urge to create— because you missed it desperately.

your hands ached for long forgotten movements.

“yeah?” ellie’s voice is soft. curious.

“yeah.” you smile. “a poet, maybe. and at least one novel.”

the dream slips out so easily it’s almost freaky.

you’d never told anyone that before. because even at 17, you knew that you’d probably never pursue that dream; you’d become a teacher, or a psychologist.

then joel surprises you.

“you gonna write me a love song, sweetheart?”

your eyes roll as your face flushes.

“i’ll only ever write you a breakup song, miller.” you tease.

joel just rolls his eyes with affection.

yeah, you thought, you would write him a love song. in another life, maybe.

or maybe you’d write it in this life. then you could have him sing your words as you fall asleep, and you’d be a poet after all; and he’d be a country singing cowboy.

your cowboy.

[plumspider]

Okay i saw this on TikTok and omg how can you interpret a character so badly, how can you watch this show and think of Mickey as some ‘angry gay dude’ who distracts everyone from Ian’s actual storyline.

He has such an insane backstory and is such a deep character who goes through so much development and even though he doesn’t have much screen time compared to everyone else his story still matters so much and he totally helps Ian so much.

He is SUCH a complex character and idk how people can’t see that:

He had a father who beat the shit out of him his whole life and called him a pussy for having feelings and then tried to kill him because he was gay - all of which MASSIVELY affected the rest of his life because he struggled to open up to people and communicate his feelings and struggled to deal with his anger issues and the repercussions from his previous life and beliefs that were forced on him by his dad.

The same father got a hooker to rape him at gun point to “fuck the faggot out of him” after finding him with his boyfriend and pistol whipping them.

He ended up with a kid conceived through rape (not her fault either) that he had to care and help provide for while also caring for his boyfriend who just got diagnosed with bipolar and was going through all sorts of shit at 17/18 years old.

He was forced into marrying a woman - the same woman who was made to rape him and is the mother to his child, who he doesn’t like being around and for a good reason (who would want to have to see the face of the person who did that to you/was in that situation with you every day - even if it wasn’t her fault).

He wasn’t in control of his own life because his dad would KILL him if he let himself be gay and he knew that.

His dad beat him to the point where he had such bad internalised homophobia that he’d beat up other people for being gay (knowing that that’s what would happen to him if he ever came out).

His mum left him (or died or whatever we think happened to her) and his siblings with a RASICT, HOMPHOBIC, PEDO (those scenes with Mandy and Debbie), RAPIST, SEXIST and all the other -ists dad.

His dad got put (back) in jail for breaking his parole (he was out for 4 hours) trying to kill Mickey and Ian after Mick came out to him in The Alibi.

Within one and a bit seasons (when he was only around 18 years old) he went from sneaking around with his boyfriend who he pretended not to like because if he did he’d be gay and that’s wrong, to being forced into a marriage with a woman and a child which he didn’t want or consent to and got beat the shit out of for coming out, living and supporting his wife, child and his bf who was either manic or depressed or in the psych ward while HIS DAD was in jail FOR TRYING TO KILL HIM.

Feel free to add to my rant proving that Mickey is so insanely complex and amazing.

[jsluvtzu]

mind games

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

summary: when her actions don't match up with her feelings, and you're caught in the middle

cw: college!au, angsty, edgy, emo, MEAN!!!!sana, (sana is very very mean), smut, cursing, degradation, mentions of bullying/humiliation, again mean!sana!! men dni

wc: 3.3k

a/n: this is inspired by the recent fanmeeting pics w sana and that damn choker

the walk to your usual 9 am intro to psychology class was colder than usual. the sun was out, but inside, you felt as if it hadn't shined in years. only one thing was clouding your mind. minatozaki fucking sana. mean girl. bully. bitch. you hated her guts from the inside out. everything about her made you physically recoil in disgust. just the mention of her alone was enough to make you clench your fist.

the hatred you had for her may seem unreasonable for someone who doesn't know what you have to deal with on a daily basis. any normal person would call you crazy, or dramatic. but you had every right to feel this way about her.

"hey there pretty thing," you heard her disgustingly familiar voice a couple steps behind you. "who let you walk out the house like that? needa have a talk with them.." you squeezed your lips shut, ignoring sana's words and just kept walking. you could hear her friends, nayeon and chaeyoung, giggling like a pack of hyenas and saying something along the lines of "fuckin' slut" and "she's just asking for it wearing that short ass skirt".

you forcefully tugged the ends of your skirt down and walked through your classroom door, not even bothering to look back at them.

as you took your usual seat towards the front row, you heard them enter the lecture hall and the stench of weed immediately filled your nose, making you furrow your eyebrows and hold your breath. sana throws her stuff down right next to you, plopping down into the seat with her minions right by her side. "hi y/nnn," her arm was propped up on the desk, hand resting under her chin, facing you, batting her eyelashes with the widest smile on her pretty ugly face.

you looked straight ahead, ignoring her and just got your laptop ready for the day's lecture. sana attempted to move into your line of sight, getting uncomfortably close to you in the process. you tried your hardest not to react, but it was especially difficult when she smelled this strong and looked this good. you would never admit the last part though. "you fuckin' deaf or something? i said hi, don't be rude." you side eyed her and went back to logging into your note taking app. sana scoffed annoyedly and backed away to lean in her seat, slightly manspreading. fuck she's so attractive when she sits like that. you quickly shook your head to clear those forbidden thoughts from your mind.

getting through the hour long lecture felt like three days with sana being beside you the whole time. she was wearing a short sleeve shirt and you could see how decorated her arms were with tattoos littered on every empty patch of skin. her silver rings around her slender fingers fit her perfectly and complimented her skin tone so well. her hair was the perfect shade of brown and the right amount of wavy. her f- wait. what are you doing? you're supposed to hate sana. if you really hate her so much, why do you notice the way her nose scrunches when she laughs? you shouldn't feel your heart beat this fast around somebody that you claim to hate. fuck.

finally, the lecture was over and you wasted no time gathering your things to leave. you rushed out the door and checked the time on your phone. “11:17 AM”. you had enough time before your next class to stop by the dining hall for a quick lunch.

as you sat down at a table by yourself, you accidentally dropped one of your items on the floor and bent down to pick it up. that's when you heard whistling and laughter approaching you.

"is this table taken?" sana laughed slightly, asking you rhetorically. nayeon was very obviously checking you out and basically eye fucked you in the middle of the dining hall. chaeyoung took a bite out of her apple and kept looking you up and down. before you could even answer, the three of them sat in the remaining empty seats at the table, leaving you one for yourself.

"so, y/n. i need a favor. the professor is letting me make up a project to bring my grade up, buttt i have no idea what the fuck i'm doing. care to help me out?" sana looked at you intently, placing her hand on your knee, bare skin exposed to her cold touch.

"why the fuck would i help you, sana?" you were completely furious at this point. not only did she ruin the one peaceful moment you had alone, she also had the audacity to come to you for help, when all she's ever done for you is make your life worse?

sana looked at you in disbelief, your aggressive tone shocking her. she cocked her head to the side with a clenched jaw. "because if you don't, i'll post that video of your bare ass for everyone, and i mean everyone to see. you wouldn't want that to happen, would you sweet thing?" her voice was infuriating you just as much as it was entrancing you. sana now had a confident smirk displayed across her face. she knows your weak spot.

you gulped and breathed out shakily, remembering that dumb fucking mistake you made in high school when you sent your ex girlfriend your nudes, thinking you could trust her. she ended up sending it to a big group chat and of course, sana got ahold of it. she's been using that video as blackmail against you ever since, making you obey her every command to keep your dignity.

"fuck you.", was your way of agreeing to another one of sana's orders. "aww, you wish you could." the three of them bursted out laughing and stood up to leave one by one. "meet me in my dorm around 7, yeah? fourth door on the second floor." sana ran her hand through your hair and twirled a couple strands between her fingers. "would hate for such a pretty girl to get publicly humiliated if she doesn't show up." she gave you one last devious smile before grabbing her bag and joining nayeon and chaeyoung.

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you regretted every step you took as you neared sana’s dorm room door. your feet felt abnormally heavy and you were just dragging your body there out of obligation.

with a deep sigh, you knocked on her door and gripped your textbook tight. when sana opened the door, your heartbeat was beating so loud, you swore you could hear it pounding against your eardrums. her hair was up in a messy bun with loose strands and flyaways hanging out. she had on an oversized, faded and torn “misfits” shirt, with baggy boy shorts on to top it off.

sana chuckled and took in your obviously stressed demeanor, “you knew better than to not come huh?” she stepped back to let you in and you could hear the loud music she had playing.

her room lingered of a vanilla candle mixed with, you guessed it, weed. how she managed to not get caught by an RA was beyond you. her walls were filled with posters from various rock bands and vinyl cds that were aesthetically placed in color order. her bed was messy and clothes were all over the floor. her roommate’s side of the room was surprisingly tidy compared to hers.

as you stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly observing her decor, sana snapped you out of your trance. “you here to help me, or just look stupid?” you cleared your throat and shuffled over to sana’s desk, placing down your textbook and setting your backpack on the floor.

you shrunk under sana’s gaze. cautious of every move you made. you tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you felt her eyes piercing into you. “why are you acting like that? i don’t bite.” sana was genuinely confused, she doesn’t even realize how she treats you. “look, can we just get this over with?” you avoided eye contact with sana at all costs and stared at the ground, too nervous to look at her directly.

“alright, small talk over i guess.. ‘s what i get for tryna be nice to your loser ass.” sana climbed onto her bed with a sulky attitude, sitting near the edge with her legs crossed. you pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, flipping open your textbook to chapter 3.

“the project is about understanding human attraction, so we have to do a little experiment and record the results.” as you said it outloud, you realized what you just got yourself into. working on an attraction project with the girl you hated yourself for being attracted to.

“okay, list 5 things you find most appealing when you first look at your partner.”

“the fuck kinda project is this? i’m not doing this.”

“sana. don’t be dumb right now, you’re already failing the course.” sana was dumbfounded at your bluntness.

“i can’t list anything if there’s nothing i find appealing about you.”

“well then make something up.”

sana scoffed at the ridiculousness of the project and rolled her eyes, cursing herself for even asking for your help.

“i can’t even do that, honestly, i would throw up tryna say something nice about you.”

you were fed up with her at that point and stood up slamming your pen down, “then can you just shut the fuck up? for once? if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say shit at all. i’m always helping you out and all you do is fucking ruin it.” you talked with your hands flailing around everywhere in frustration. you didn’t mean to raise your voice like that, but the pent up anger you had built up finally released.

“ ‘fuck is your problem, y/n? i-��� sana gets down from her bed to stand face to face with you, “you’re the fucking problem, sana. it’s always been you. you’re always finding every way to ruin my life. make me feel bad about myself. why can’t you just leave me alone? what have i ever done to you to deserve being treated like this?” sana was close enough for you to stab your finger into her chest, emphasizing every sentence.

her taller figure towered over you as she looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow and her lips slightly parted. she had nothing to say back to that. your breathing was shallow and you felt relieved for telling her off to her face. something you’ve wanted to do for years.

but the tension in the room was growing and the both of you stared at each other in a loud silence.

you slowly started backing away from sana when you felt like the pressure in the atmosphere was crushing your lungs. sana stopped you with a grab to your wrist, pulling you, no, yanking you, towards her, crashing her lips onto yours hard enough to leave bruises.

that’s when everything in your world stopped. the time froze and things went quiet. you no longer heard the music that was playing in the background, just silence.

you peeled yourself away from sana’s intense grip, appalled at what just happened. “ what.. what are you doing, san-“

before you could even finish your sentence, she grabbed you again, this time squeezing your face with both of her hands. her big hands. you wondered how far they could go inside y-

you braced yourself and placed your hands on the sides of her hips to keep yourself stable. sana was controlling the pace of the kiss now, biting your bottom lip and swiping her tongue along it only to force herself inside of your mouth, tasting you.

sana pulled away with a ‘pop’ sound, your face still held in her hands.

“i’m in love with you.” her face was serious, an expression that was new to you since all you’ve ever seen her be is the total opposite.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, comprehending what she just said and replaying it in your mind over and over.

“i’ve always been in love with you, y/n. i just suck at expressing that. and i get nervous around you so it makes it worse.” sana’s facial expression softened now, the stars in her eyes apparent.

“the only way i know how to show you i like you is by being an absolute bitch to you. i’m sorry. i’m just insecure and i thought you were too good for me. you’re right, okay, you don’t deserve to be treated like this. it’s okay if you d-“

this time you were the one to bruise sana’s lips. you cut her sentence midway, having heard enough to confirm what you suspected all this time. you knew she had something for you. it was always odd how she wanted you to do things for her that would specifically get you to be alone with her. like the time she made you clean out her car and she just watched you, or when she made you write her essay for her in the library and she just sat there. observing you.

you always had a gut feeling, but you pushed it so far down because you didn’t want to fall for her any more than you already did.

“stop talking. i know.” you pushed sana back until you both bumped into her bed, climbing up and straddling her lap.

sana hummed in confusion, trying to break away from the kiss to ask for clarification.

“fuck you mean- you- know?”

you smiled against her lips and only responded by crossing your arms over your torso, grabbing the hem of your hoodie and lifting it over your head, your hair falling over your shoulder.

sana let out a small gasp, looking over your figure. you were only wearing a sports bra underneath and the band of your panties was showing above your sweatpants, just below your belly button.

“you came over here just wearing that? you really are a slut.”

you laughed and shook your head, kissing her again to stop her from saying another overused insult.

“don’t ruin it.”

sana ran her hands along your body, rubbing the soft skin from the small of your back to the nape of your neck, her warm lips making contact with the base of your throat. she was bear hugging you against her at this point, afraid you would run out of her grasp at any moment.

you whimpered when sana sunk her teeth into your neck, you were sure it left a mark. sana cooed and soothed the bite, running her tongue around it and kissing it gently. she moved her kisses up along your jaw, watching the way you writhed under her touch through hooded, lustful eyes.

“fuck- just fuck me already.” you were begging at this point, already riled up the moment you walked through her door.

sana complied and wrapped her arms around your waist, flipping you onto your back so her front was flush against you.

she brought her lips back to yours, savoring it as she hooked her fingers onto the waistband of your pants taking everything off. she slid them down your legs, helping you kick your feet out and threw them somewhere on the floor.

you were exposed against her, the cold air hitting your core making you moan in anticipation. sana moved her lips down your body, tending to every single inch of you. you felt so hot watching her, the lust in her eyes intimidating and seductive.

sana made it close to where you needed her most, breathing out and kissing around your clit. her warm breath against your pussy made you impossibly wetter. sana was such a fucking tease.

she migrated over to your thighs, kissing and marking up the flesh with love bites. you just needed to feel her mouth on you so bad.

“fuck sana- stop teasing.” she could hear the desperation in your tone, letting out a low laugh.

“let me have my fun, y/n. it’s what you wanted right? for me to just touch you like this.” sana flicked her tongue over your clit once, making you whine.

“it’s why you came over here with nothing on under that hoodie right? you just wanted me to fuck you.”

you hated the way she was so entitled. of course you didn’t expect to get fucked by her. you just wore whatever was comfortable. but you definitely had thoughts about it..

you grinded your hips against nothing in hopes for some sort of relief. your mind was getting blurry at this point, the only thing clouding your mind now was cumming on sana’s tongue. ironic.

sana finally gave in and licked the flat of her tongue against your whole core. she took your swollen clit into her mouth, sucking it in pulses and making figure eight patterns with her tongue. you were already a moaning mess five seconds in, shocked at how good she was.

your hands flew to sana’s hair, grabbing the back of her head to push her face deeper into you. she moaned against your pussy when you pulled her hair, ruining her bun.

you felt yourself already getting close just from sana’s mouth. you attempted to squeeze your legs together, but sana pushed them down with her hands, forcing them apart.

“keep your fucking legs open, g’na make you cum all over my tongue.” her voice was husky and she was practically growling her words.

sana moved one of her hands from your thigh to fuck two fingers into you, wrapping her other arm around the top of your abdomen, pushing down on your pelvic.

“sana! fuck- fuck just like that- god.” you were screaming her name and your hand flew to your mouth to keep your moans suppressed. you felt the tightness in your stomach building up.

suddenly, sana paused her movements and you looked down at her confused and pissed that she just stopped when you were so, so close.

“i wanna hear you. if you do that shit again, i’ll make you leave with only the clothes you have on.” which was nothing except your sports bra.

you threw your head back in annoyance, nodding and squeezing your eyes shut. “mhm, whatever, just fucking get back to ruining me already.” your whiny voice mixed with your contradicting words ignited a fire in sana.

she began fucking you with her fingers again, relentlessly curling up against the sweet spot on your flesh everytime she thrusted into you. “oh now you want me to fucking ruin you huh? i thought it was wrong? hm? thought you wanted me to be nice? i was just a fucking bully, right? you liked it though. yeah, you wanted the attention. you wanted me to be mean to you. fuckin’ dumb bitch.”

her words hit you differently now. if it was any other situation you would have the urge to punch her in her smug face, but when she has you laid out like this, you can’t help but be turned on by her degrading words.

you couldn’t even form a comeback anymore, too fucked out to say anything except her name.

“fuck, fuck, sana, fuck- please don’t stop- ‘m gonna cum, fuck-“

sana sucked your clit back into her mouth and that threw you over the edge. you finished with a loud, long moan, gripping her hair tight enough to rip out a few strands, bucking your core flush against her face. your juices entirely coated her lips and she drank you up without wasting a single drop.

moaning against your clit, she helped you ride out your orgasm and slowly pumped her fingers until you calmed down enough for her to relax.

sana sat up and licked her lips, cleaning her fingers off with her mouth, humming in satisfaction, enjoying your sweet taste. you watched her with sleepy eyes, feeling an uncomfortable throb already building back up in your core from watching her erotic actions. she lowered back down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips.

“so did we finish the experiment?”

[cherrryybeee]

my queen i would do ANYTHING for a travis bot, whatever you wanna do!!!

ofc!! i hope this is okay, i have a couple other ideas i'm gonna mke too, there's literally a drought of travis bots on janitor and it's not okay... PLEASE give me more ideas cause i wanna make more for him 🙏 (as usual link at bottom)

Getting stuck in the woods was never supposed to happen. You weren't even supposed to be on the plane. You were a JV stand in for Allie since her leg broke at the last minute, like Akilah. You thought you were gonna get on the plane, and in Seattle, play with the varsity team for nationals, win nationals, and fly back. But instead the plane took off, crashed in the wilderness somewhere, a couple girls died, coach Martinez died, Misty amputated coach Scott's leg because it got crushed under a wing of the plane. You were stuck out here with a bunch of older girls you didn't know, you only knew Akilah because she was on the JV team like you, and coach Martinez's two sons, Travis who was around your age, being 17, and Javi who was 12. Travis and Javi took their dad's death really hard. Javi tried holding onto him, always chewing the gum his dad gave him for the flight, while Travis turned into a massive dickhead. 

You thought rescue was going to come, but as three days passed with nothing you started to lose hope. Tai, one of the girls on the varsity team, said she saw a lake a couple miles away. The varsity team captain, Jackie, said we needed to wait here. After a fight, and a vote, you voted for you guys to go to the lake, everyone packed up, and a stretcher was made for coach Ben. The lake was a lot further than Tai thought but after hiking for what felt like hours you guys finally made it. Everyone dropped the stuff, took off their clothes leaving them in bras and underwear and ran into the lake. Misty stayed with coach Ben, she had a weird obsession with him. You were standing in the lake with Mari, Nat, and Jackie, they were really nice and easy to talk to, Travis swam by and that's when you first fully realized Travis was hot, really hot. Sure you thought he was cute when you saw him on the plane, but you only saw him for a second before Mari invited you to sit next to her. Now fully seeing him, being able to actually *look* at him, you could feel your cheeks getting pink just thinking about him. Mari's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Is Travis like.. hot?"

She tilted her head to the side staring at him just how you were, shit, you couldn't compete with a hot senior on the varsity team. 

"It's been three days... you guys cannot be that desperate"

Jackie sounded disgusted, you could hear her eyes rolling and her crossing her arms. Just as you were about to say something the other girls started talking about something. A reflection? A reflection. You saw it as you looked over to where they were all pointing. Everyone got out of the lake and got dressed again. Picking back up the bags, and picking up coach Scott on the stretcher. The hike to the reflection was long, and your legs hurt, but the one good thing about it was that Travis walked by the whole time. It was probably because you were closer to the back and he didn't wanna push himself all the way to the front, but still. You guys didn't even speak, so it wasn't that big of a deal. The most that got said was about half way through the hike and you just *needed* to talk to him. 

"Hi"

*Really? That's the best you could think of saying? Fucking stupid.* You thought to yourself. He looked over at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

"Hey"

He didn't say anything else, you didn't either. Just kept walking in silence. Your legs felt like they were on fire, your head hurt, you were tired and so close to stopping but then you saw a cabin in the distance. It was like a dream, a really fucked up, last resort dream, but still a dream. 

When you guys started looking around the cabin it was perfect. There were blankets and pillows and small mattresses the girls could use to put on the floor of the main room to sleep. There was a fireplace, a small kitchen, even though it didn't have running water it could still be useful, an attic, and two rooms. Travis and Javi were sleeping in one and coach Ben was sleeping in the other. There was also a deck of cards, it only had one queen but it was nice to have something to pass the time. Mari, you and Akilah were looking around when you guys found porn magazines. You three were laughing as you flipped through the pages. Travis walked up to you guys, looking for more shit around the cabin when Mari stopped him.

"Hey this guy kinda looks like you flex"

*Flex*. You didn't know where the nickname came from but you noticed him visibly tense up when it left Mari's mouth.

"Yeah, if only one of the girls looked like you"

She snatched the magazine from Mari, she didn't stop teasing him though. 

"Do guys actually read that stuff?"

Travis clearly got uncomfortable, trying to play it off cool. 

"No, no like you can't even tell her favorite book"

You laughed at him, so did Mari and Akilah. He just rolled his eyes and walked off though. 

A couple days went by, food was out and everyone was hungry. Travis had tried to shoot the rifle, the guy who used to live here had an insane amount of bullets, preparing for the apocalypse or something. Coach Ben decided to teach people how to hunt. If you could steadily hold a gun you were on hunting duty. Most people couldn't hold a gun steadily, Travis could though. It made him hotter. When it was your turn surprisingly you could steadily hold a gun, which was crazy to you considering you've never held a gun ever. You were always good at shooting games though. Natalie also passed the gun test. 

You three started going out to hunt the next day. It was nice, Natalie was nice, Travis was sometimes nice then he'd randomly turn into a dick. The first couple days there wasn't a lot of action. One day Natalie couldn't go out to hunt so it was just you and Travis. You were holding the gun but following Travis around, that was until you realized he walked back to the crash. 

"What are you doing?"

You asked as he picked up a small piece of the plane and began digging, where his dad was buried. You walked over to him, dropping the gun and pulling him off the grave. 

"He has a ring! It was my grandfathers and I forgot he was wearing it!"

You stared at him for a moment before letting go of him. After he dug the dirt off of his dads hand he had to pull the ring off, the air around you guys turned thick with a rotting smell. It was easily the worst smell you've smelt in your life. You couldn't bring himself to pull the ring off so you held your breath and did it, handing him the ring couching. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't like him and you hope he knew that. After that he stopped being a complete bitch to you, not super nice but still, not a total dick. 

The next day you, Nat and Travis found a deer. Nat shot you, you three carried it back to camp, the deer tied upside down on a long branch. Shauna then bled it out and cut it up, Mari cooked it. It was the first time you guys actually had good food to eat in awhile. Just as things were going good Laura Lee died, she was trying to fly the dead cabin guys plane but it exploded right as she took off flying. 

Then you guys had a "doomcoming", a homecoming for the terrible situation you guys were in. Misty meant to give coach Ben shrooms but Mari put them in the soup thinking they were regular mushrooms. Everyone was tripping, Jackie slept with Travis which you were totally jealous of. You didn't have any right to be jealous though, you two just hunted together, nothing else. Some of the girls genuinely went insane on the shrooms and Travis ended up being tied to a tree stump, Shauna holding a knife up to his throat. You shouted at Shauna though and pushed her out of the way. Untying Travis, he didn't thank you, just running away. It was okay though, he was scared, you get it. Javi also disappeared that night, running off into the woods somewhere. 

The next day Shauna and Jackie got in a massive fight, Jackie was upset that Shauna was pregnant with *her* boyfriend's baby and didn't immediately tell her and Shauna was very clearly in love and jealous of Jackie. Jackie couldn't stand Shauna anymore so she went to sleep outside, when the morning came so did winter. It snowed overnight, Jackie froze to death. It was terrible. Two months went by and Jackie's corpse was in the meat shed, Shauna talked to her dead best friend all day everyday. There was only a small amount of food, people were hungry, you were hungry. Travis was a wreck without his brother, instead of hunting he spent all day looking for him. 

One day you, Travis and Nat came back from hunting. Tai was yelling at Shauna, something about Shauna braiding Jackie's hair and putting makeup on her. Which was creepy but everyone grieved in their own ways. Then Tai told Shauna that we were cremating Jackie today, people had already started gathering firewood. When you guys started burning Jackie, Shauna took off Jackie's necklace and put it in her pocket. You couldn't watch this, walking back into the cabin. Slowly more and more people came into the cabin, until it was just Shauna out there. Staring at Jackie's burning body. Eventually she came in when it got dark, everyone fell asleep. The sleep didn't last long though, you were woken up by a smell. Meat. Cooked meat. It smelt good, really good. And you were hungry, really hungry. You weren't the only one, everyone else walked outside where the smell was coming from. Jackie. Jackie was perfectly cooked, and without thinking you guys started eating her. To the bone. It was disgusting to think about, you *ate* her. But it felt good, so good. 

Everything else after that was a blur. Tai and Van found Javi, he wouldn't talk though. And now all the sudden once he was finally found it was like Travis didn't care. Travis stopped talking to you as much, stopped talking to everyone as much. He was always closed off though. Probably like a week later Shauna beat the shit outta Lottie, Lottie let her. Said something about "needing to release anger". Then apparently Lottie told Misty about the "wilderness choosing someone else". Fuck the wilderness. Fuck Lottie's bullshit. But it didn't matter what you thought. And that's how you ended up here. Everyone drew a card, whoever drew the queen died as a sacrifice. Travis drew, it wasn't a queen thank god, then Javi drew, also wasn't a queen. The Van drew, and Tai, and Shauna. Then you drew, it wasn't a queen, you felt a million pounds leaving your shoulders. Then Nat drew, and it was a queen. Instead of just letting Shauna cut her throat she ran, you would've too. You didn't want Nat to die, she was nice. The girls chased after her with weapons, they sounded like animals, running and shouting after her. Javi also ran out, that's when you looked at Travis, his expression unreadable like usual. You stared at him for a couple seconds before running after Javi. By the time you found him it was too late. The girls were all on the frozen lake, Javi fell in and he was drowning, Misty was holding Nat back from pulling him up. You tried to run over but Shauna pulled you back, saying something about how this is how it's supposed to go.

"He's a child!"

You desperately yell as Shauna continues to hold you back. You were helpless, and unable to help. The cold was biting at you, you could feel tears starting to form once he stopped suffering. He was dead. Shauna finally let go of you, Misty pulled Javi's cold, blue corpse out of the water. Tying him to the same branch you, Travis and Nat used to carry deer back to the cabin. You walked infront of the girls back to the cabin. By the time you actually got to the cabin Travis was by the door, walking over to you when he saw you. He looked, relived? He reached out to you as he walked closer, it seemed like he was trying to hug you? But you just walked past him, feeling to guilty about Javi. 

When the girls walked up with Javi's limp body hanging from the branch you saw Travis's face drop, tears already falling from his eyes. He opened his mouth to try to say something but all that came out was a broken croak. Misty dropped the branch infront of the cabin, Javi's body laying in the snow. Travis leaned over him, holding his brother's freezing corpse. The girls went inside the cabin, giving Travis some time. You followed them even though all you wanted to do was to hold Travis and wipe away his tears. The girls sat around the main room, the fireplace going to heat up the cabin. You were sitting in the window seal. Staring at Travis outside. 

"How long is he gonna be out there?... We need to take care of him already"

Misty's voice is heard, breaking the heavy silence. You knew what she meant by taking care of him. Cook him, eat him. The idea made you sick. Watching Travis cry outside holding his brother's corpse made you sick. 

"It's snowing he needs to come in"

Shauna then speaks. It was snowing, the light flakes falling on Travis.

[fem-the-artist]

I don’t know why, but I have just such a specific HeadCanon for Timmy’s dating history as he grows up, technically it’s related to my magic future AU, but it can also just be taken as not

So I guess here’s all his past relationships in order of when I think they happen as well as the reason they broke up and how long they dated for

1. Cindy vortex. I count the times they hung out and went to the dance and all that stuff during the Timmy Jimmy power hours as of them dating. It was long distance, but trust. Anyway, incredibly short-lived. Because even though they were both interested in each other for a little bit they were so young and immature that that interest only lasted for so long A great example is in the third Timmy Jimmy power hour and all interest they pretty much had for each other had dissipated.

2. Chester Mcbadbat, hear me out Chester is gay as fuck especially for Timmy, they dated in late elementary school for only two weeks and then broke up because Timmy forgot they were dating in the first place. and Chester didn’t talk to him for a week after that but they’re cool now.

3. Remy Buxaplenty, the whole relationship was a Yiiikes. I like to think this was around Lake middle school early high school so about 13-ish , they got along. They had a great time but Remy has a pension for jealousy and envy, and the two of them we’re just not good together. They broke up and it was messy.

4. Trixie Tang, started dating around 15. she started to get less dependent on her friends approval at this point which is how this happened. And although Timmy isn’t popular, he does throw awesome parties, so I feel like this is part of the reason she gave him a chance, because like who doesn’t want to be invited to his parties there infamously awesome every time. But aside from that, they got along surprisingly well the reason they broke up is because a trixie realized she was a lesbian and at that point Timmy’s egg hasn’t cracked yet. so no real room for argument he was really happy that she figured this out about herself, but also incredibly heartbroken because he really liked her. He went on a little bit spiral after this because depressed teen angst.

5. Remy again. within the following summer after his break up with Trixie. He would date, break up, get back together with Remy three times. also, Remy has a tendency to love bomb. so whenever a break up was his fault he would pretty much shower Timmy with gifts until he took him back. not at all healthy but they’re teenagers, so what are you gonna do

6. Tootie (I realize she doesn’t have a last name). They’re 17 during this one. dated for five months which to Timmy’s credit is the longest relationship he’s had so far. broke up because they realize they were acting the exact same way they were when they were friends, and they realize neither of them actually have romantic feelings for each other. (cough cough a little bit after this tootie realizes she’s aroace and only thought she had a crush on Timmy because early 2000s if girl like boy it Hass to be romantic cough) They are however, trauma bonded, and stay best friends

7. Jimmy neutron. young adults at this point took forever for them to get together because Jimmy couldn’t except his feelings for the longest time, and Timmy didn’t realize he had any. dated for two years broke up because their lives were going in different directions and work got in the way.

To elaborate a little more this is when Timmy started his training to become a fairy warden, and that took up a lot of time that he couldn’t expand on hopping between dimensions

They mutually agreed to try their relationship again when they have more of their lives figured out

As of within the AU in the current timeline, a.k.a. new wishes taken place

Timmy and Tootie still best friends got platonically married because they both wanted children and they trust each other more than anyone else, and now we have Tommy and Tammy as a result, they’re more like roommates than husband and wife, but they do coparent

(Timmy might be potentially casually seeing Jimmy at this time, but I haven’t fully decided)

Oh yeah also Timmy’s egg officially cracked at 18 and he came out as bi gender he/she pronouns

[radiocrypt-id]

I got- I can't!

Imagine being 15, you've grown up your whole life with this one belief in this one God and you were told you were Chosen by Him, for Him. And you're 15. You believe so fully in the spirit of your religion, not necessarily the word, that you want to go to a non-religious school to try and help other kids maybe find your God because you genuinely believe that could be helpful to some of them, because it's all you know, and it's helped other strangers (human trafficking victims she helped in the black pit before) so why not other kids her age? You're 15 and all you can think about is helping others. And you start thinking about your religion, and reading books, and asking questions and you come to the conclusion that maybe your God and His Father aren't actually all that great. Maybe the church you're in has done some really bad things that you can't possibly make up for. Maybe that church is still doing bad things. And then you find out your family is actually in a cult for that God, not just part of the normal church, and you suddenly have to undo all the cult shit in your brain you were raised with, while that cult stuff you know about is actually useful to your friends, like having that knowledge is helpful for them! You're 15 and you stop going home. You have no real adult supervision or carer, just your other 15 year old friends.

Imagine you're 16, you're gay and figuring that out on top of navigating your first full romantic relationship and being the sole creator and cleric to a new God that you honestly find to be very two dimensional and empty. You're on a quest to find an evil being and stop them. You nearly die. Your friends nearly die. You're 16. You're 16 and feel something calling out to you, you know it's divine because you've felt that sort of pull before, but you've never felt one like this. You find memories and hints and pieces and you figure out that the evil being you have to stop, isn't evil, she's just hurting. She's hurt and She's a God. She's your God, and she's so happy to see you, and she has so many ideas, and so many hopes.

You're 17. You've spent your rest time (summer vacation) tearing across the world chasing down and defeating another evil thing that you and your friends accidentally released in the first place. Your God is with you, you have no time for Her. No time for anything but trying to survive and stay sane. You know She's disappointed in you, but you're one person -ONE PERSON- and you're 17. You missed your birthday. again. You've saved the world; again. You're so fucking tired -like always. You're Chosen, and alone, and have no idea what to do with your life, let alone your God. You aren't very good at school, but you go to every class. You're drowning as you try to rewrite your understanding of the world from what you grew up with, having no idea how to do anything without a book and godly hand to guide you. You only ever followed before, your new God is demanding you Lead. You don't know how. You're only 17. You see your horrible, abusive parents spitting abuse and racist rhetoric at your baby brother, who you haven't seen in two years, on the front steps to your school and for the first time ever you are filled with righteous fury. Your God answers your call, not knowing what you need but so eager to help, eager for your attention, she starts talking to you but you're busy -why can't she understand that you're fucking busy? trying to not die, trying to be safe, trying to keep your friends alive, trying to navigate a world that hates you, you're 17 and you're busy goddammit just wait!- and she snaps back at you and flees. The next time you see Her, maybe an hour later, She's got a creature with Her that nearly destroyed you and your friends last year sitting in her lap, so smug to see you again.

You're 17- no, 16- no, 15 years old and you're expected to build and carry the world on your shoulders, Chosen from birth, raised a lamb to follow a Shepard, not to be followed behind. You have no one and nothing and everyone expects everything and you can't back up, you can't pause because if you do someone dies and doesn't come back. You have to be a hero, a chosen, a saint. The steps behind you crumble to dust with each step you take forward and the new one is already cracking under your weight. There are only wrong choices. There's no hand reaching for you. God, you were taught, will save and guide you. God knows best. Why is your God looking to you, a mortal human, to be saved, raised and guided? You're a child.

You're just a child.

You just want to go home, wherever that is. You thought it was your God, but She's not exactly helping you out either, is She? She's just disappointed. Like everyone else. Like you.

You're 17. You think it would have been better to never do any of this. It would have been easier to stay, blind and naive. Sometimes you think you should have stayed in heaven. Sometimes you think about the God you killed by not being good enough for it. Sometimes you lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and pretend you don't exist for awhile. Sometimes you work your body so hard you forget it's there and your mind shuts up and you exist without being you. Sometimes you wish you never asked any questions or read any books. You're 17, but sometimes you wish you were 15, with no idea yet.

You're 17. You wish you were good enough.

[matts-girlfriend]

It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 7

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warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

The house was silent, the kind of stillness that creeps in after midnight when even the ghosts have gone to sleep.

Y/N layed on the couch, wrapped in the throw blanket Nick tossed her hours ago, staring at the ceiling like it had answers. It didn’t. It never did.

Ava was safe tonight. She should’ve been able to breathe. To rest. But rest wasn’t something she’d learned how to do. Not since she was thirteen and the whole world had dumped itself on her shoulders.

She huffed out a quiet sigh and sat up, feet brushing the cold floor. She padded through the hallway and down into the kitchen, flicking the fridge light on and grabbing a glass for water.

She didn’t hear the footsteps until she turned around and—

Chris.

Leaning against the doorway like some bad habit. Sweatpants low on his hips, hoodie thrown on haphazardly, sleepy eyes a little too awake.

She didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

She made to move past him with her glass, ready to return to her self-appointed prison on the couch.

“You wanna hang out?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Since we’re both up.”

She paused. “In your room?”

He shrugged. “Unless you wanna sit in the hallway like psychos.”

Y/N hesitated, water glass clutched in her hand.

“Just talking,” he added.

Which was exactly why she didn’t trust it.

But something in her—some exhausted, bruised-up, aching part—said fuck it. So she followed.

⸻

His room was cleaner than she expected. Minimalistic. A few framed photos on the walls—one of him, Nick, and Matt as kids. A Polaroid of a girl she didn’t recognize. A small stack of sketchbooks in the corner. Incense burned low on a dish by the window.

“Didn’t think you were the ‘decor’ type,” she said softly, scanning the room.

He threw himself down on the bed with a grunt. “Nick made me. Said it looked like I lived in a jail cell.”

She smiled faintly before sitting on the edge of the bed, glass still half-full in her hands.

He pulled something from the drawer and tossed it to her. A small gummy. Red. Innocent looking.

She held it like it might explode.

“What is this?”

“Edible,” Chris said, already popping his own. “It’s chill.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t do that shit.”

“You’re literally in my bed at 2AM. I think we’re past rules.”

And fuck, he had a point.

Maybe it was the way he said it—low and teasing but not pushy. Maybe it was how he hadn’t tried anything. Maybe it was that little trust she hated admitting she was starting to build.

She popped the gummy in her mouth and swallowed.

They laid back after that. Side by side. Not touching. Just talking.

Everything got hazy, slow. Time blurred. The ceiling was suddenly the funniest thing she’d ever seen, and Chris was asking dumb shit like “do you think aliens would smoke blunts or do edibles?”

Somehow, the questions shifted.

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“You ever gotten head?”

Y/N blinked. Her mind stuttered like a broken film reel. “What?”

Chris turned on his side to look at her. “It’s a simple question.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because,” he shrugged, “you’re like… this man-hater or whatever, so im assuming most guys can't make it past that. So I’m guessing—no?”

She rolled onto her back again. “No.”

Chris frowned. “Why not?”

She exhaled. “Most guys I’ve talked to think it’s gross.”

He looked genuinely offended. “You’re fucking kidding.”

She laughed, eyes closing. “Deadass.”

There was a pause. She felt him watching her, but she didn’t open her eyes.

“I’ll do it,” he said.

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

“I’m serious.”

She blinked at him. “You’re high.”

“I’m serious,” he repeated, voice quieter. “I wanna do it.”

Y/N let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “You’re actually serious?”

He sat up slightly, leaned over her just enough to be close, not enough to crowd.

“Dead serious,” he said again, voice low and ragged like it wasn’t the weed making him say this—it was something else. Something buried.

Her heart was fucking pounding now.

She didn’t know how they got here—one second she was staring at his ceiling and the next his fingers were brushing the hem of her shirt like a question.

She didn’t stop him.

He tugged it over her head slowly, reverently. No jokes. No smirks.

Her pants came off next, his fingers sliding them down with care that she didn’t expect from someone like Chris. Like it mattered to him that she felt safe.

She didn’t realize how shaky her breathing had gotten until he kissed just above her hip bone and her whole body jolted.

He glanced up. “Is this okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He pulled her panties down, slow and patient.

And then he went down on her.

Holy shit.

She’d never—she didn’t even know it could feel like that.

His mouth was warm, tongue slow and focused, tracing figure 8s. like he had something to prove. Like this wasn’t about sex or getting off. This was about her. Making her feel something. Making her unravel.

And she did.

One hand gripped the sheets, the other fisting in his hair. She wasn’t loud—she wasn’t that girl—but fuck, the whimpers he dragged out of her felt like confessions.

Chris didn’t say a word while he did it. Didn’t moan or rush or act cocky.

It was almost quiet.

Except for the shaky sounds leaving her throat.

Except for the whisper of his breath on her skin.

He only pulled back when she finished, and was left shaking beneath him, panting like she’d just been through something holy.

And even then—he didn’t try to kiss her.

Didn’t climb over her.

Just sat beside her again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at her like she was some kind of answer he wasn’t expecting.

Y/N sat up slowly, heart still pounding, body still wrecked.

They didn’t speak.

She didn’t ask why.

And he didn’t say what they both were thinking.

Because they were them.

And this wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

But fuck, it already did.

a/n: "just talking"... right. taglist:

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@h3arts4nat @izzylovesmatt @sturnioliolo @hsemeria @sturniqloo

@venusbabysblog @chrisslut04 @crazy4weeed @chriscokewhore @chrisswaffles @urfavvvnyasee @sturnzluv @freshluvr @mattthemunchh @poolover123 @pleasantdelusionbear @carpentersturns @emosexyvirgin @emillionaireee @shamelessmilkshakefest @xoxochrissgf @sturniolodollx @joyfulheartwhispers @cutseylady @oopsiedaisydeer @steph1106

@laylaluvsu2000 @lvrsturniolo @chloe444 @yamommmasman @55sturn @whenlovesaround @luvs-booksss @vampyyluv @snowysosturn @moth-feeet @mx7ka

[batsandbirdbrains]

Can you imagine the absolute psychotic break Dick would have if he found out Deathstroke was his biological dad? So anyway on that note

The one where Dick is actually Deathstroke’s son

Dick legitimately has no clue in this AU that he’s not actually the son of John and Mary Grayson. Let’s go ahead and make this one also right after the end of young justice season 2 where everyone is pissy bc nightwing was “secretive” and “too much like Batman” bc he did the absolute correct thing in not telling the whole goddamn team abt Kaldur’s deep cover op. I’m still mad they gave him shit for that if u can’t tell like im sorry u all got ur feelings hurt but dick and Kaldur’s plan literally saved the world like hello ur welcome. Anyway.

Dick is utterly Depressed and he’s isolating himself in a Blüdhaven safe house, basically falling apart at the seams bc he’s terrible at taking care of himself when he spirals like this. Everyone’s mad at him and he’s blaming himself. He’s throwing himself into the Nightwing shit and running himself ragged beating up baddies, but he’s also just exhausted and not eating right or sleeping well and he has a shitty job at dive bar or a strip club as a busboy. Should we age him down to 17? Let’s make him 17, for the added angst of not even being a legal adult but having to take care of himself and make a fake ID so he can even get a job. Not that his boss even really looked at it or legally employs him, but still. If he’s 18+ let’s make him a stripper/dancer for the extra tips and to add to the whole desperate for cash thing. Plus he’d prob get a lot of intel for his night job, actually. Idk idk

So also, instead of Artemis going undercover to help out with Kaldur, she refused. She and Wally had no interest in returning. So Dick had to maintain both his role as Nightwing and go undercover as Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice.

Slade was surprisingly on board for going along with Dick’s charade, because there’s no keeping secrets like that from Deathstroke of course he knew it was all a ruse. Dick just had to promise to actually follow orders while out as Renegade and to actually put effort in when Slade trained him. Dick couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to get Deathstroke to agree, he knew it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he was desperate and running out of options so he took it.

So one night when Dick comes home after getting the shit kicked out of him by some run of the mill baddies, he finds Slade Wilson sitting on at his wobbly kitchen table, drinking coffee out of Dick’s favorite mug and looking like he’s judging the state of cleanliness (or lack thereof) of Dick’s apartment/safe house. Dick is too tired to even question it and just falls face first on the couch, pressing his face into the cushion until he sees stars.

A muffled “What do you want” brings a short laugh from Slade, and it just makes Dick feel even more exhausted.

Slade basically talks shit about the so called heroes who threw Dick away when they didn’t like the way his plan worked, Dick starts tuning him out because of course he’s going on a monologue when all Dick wants to do is go rot in bed for the next 18 hours. But then he says something in such a casual tone that it takes a moment for Dick to register what the words mean, and he snaps his head up so fast it feels like he snaps a muscle in his neck like a broken rubber band.

“Shut the fuck up,” he chokes out. “There’s no way I heard that right.”

“Denial’s not a good look on you,” Slade snorts.

Because Slade had just said moments ago that Dick is his long lost son, he ran a DNA test and everything.

“Long lost son,” Dick mocks, “that’s bullshit. What is this, a soap opera?”

“You were kidnapped when you were two years old,” Slade says, his voice calm but serious. Not wavering. “I’d been on a job. Your mother was called away by her father. You were left with a nanny we thought we could trust. That was a mistake. And I’ve regretted leaving that morning every day of my life since.”

Dick can’t stop staring at Slade. This has gotta be a joke. He’s so full of shit, there’s no way.

But Slade isn’t wavering at all. He’s not smirking. He’s not smiling. He’s just watching Dick so intensely, and Dick feels like he’s under a microscope.

He shows Dick the documents. The proof Slade even has a third son at all. Pictures that look an awful lot like the toddler he’s seen in pictures from the boxes of old stuff from his parents’ circus trailer. A toddler playing with Slade’s two older sons, Grant and Joey, who Dick may or may not have briefly met while Renegade.

And then he drops another bomb on him.

“Your mother is Talia al Ghul.”

Dick feels like his lungs just popped like a balloon.

He doesn’t know what happens, but next thing he knows, Slade is sitting next to him on the floor, counting out breaths and talking him down from what was probably the worst panic attack Dick has had in at least a solid week.

“I hate you and you’re full of shit,” Dick gasps, his chest aching. Definitely only because he’d been kicked in the ribs earlier by a thug, no other reason.

Slade just laughs. Not like an asshole smug laugh Dick is used to hearing from him, but like he’s actually genuinely amused by Dick and his antics.

It’s only a little bit of a mind fuck.

Slade convinced Dick to come with him, at the very least just so Dick can use the equipment Slade has to run the DNA test himself and confirm whether Slade is telling the truth or not. And maybe to have a meal that isn’t instant ramen or cereal or a rotisserie chicken.

And Dick hates how comfortable he is with Slade, because he slips right back into the role of Renegade like he never left. And Slade actually treats him like a son, like he’s proud of him, like Dick isn’t just a weapon or a pawn to be used. Slade isn’t throwing him away as soon as he’s gotten all he can get out of him.

And if Slade is maybe putting some biased thoughts about how the Justice League and their junior team treated him into his head, Dick steadfastly ignored that fact. Because it’s true, they treated him like shit. Like he was expendable. They needed his plan to save the world from the reach, and then tossed him out on his ass and called him manipulative for it without so much as a “Thank you, Nightwing, for coming up with a plan that saved us from the alien overlords.”

And then he meets Grant and Joey. As himself, as Dick, not as Renegade. And they’re his big brothers, and they’re so excited to see him, they missed him so much, he was so little last they saw him. And it’s such a stark contrast from how Tim was so mad at him last they spoke, because Tim thought he should’ve been in the loop about the deep cover op, but Tim is still a newbie who almost tore his eyebrows off taking his domino mask off wrong not even a month before the invasion ended, how the hell was Dick supposed to involve him in such a terrifying mission?

And if Dick is out as Renegade with Deathstroke one night and runs into members of his old team, runs into a confused Kaldur who doesn’t understand why Dick is still going out as Renegade, well then maybe they should’ve worried about what Dick was up to before Deathstroke sunk his claws into him.

Because now Dick isn’t sure if he even wants to go back to them.

[lostintrost]

Day Off

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ao3 | wattpad (these versions are UNEDITED)

characters: mechanic jean kirstein x female!reader

summary: You finally get a break from work and school, so you decide to take it easy - do some homework and run some errands. When something throws a wrench in your plan, you calls your longest crush Jean. Will Jean be able to help fix your problem, or will their true feelings finally be revealed? (omg i wrote this when i wrote this whole thing like 3 years ago and it sounds so cringyyy im so sorry)

cw: bestie, i don’t even remember. they fuck. that’s it. also, i edited every single YN out of this version - you’re welcome.

wc: 6.4k

The sound of loud crackling thunder wakes you from your peaceful slumber. The glow from the tv screen makes it possible for your tired eyes to make out the room you’re in. You don’t remember falling asleep at all, let alone on the couch in the living room. Light snoring comes from the mouth of your roommate Sasha, who apparently also fell asleep on the couch.

You sit up quietly, trying not to make much movement so you don’t wake Sasha. She’s been pulling extra shifts at the grocery store downtown to help keep you both afloat on bills. You couldn’t blame the poor girl for passing out every other night on the couch. Glancing up at the screen, you laugh quietly at the show you both were watching before you fell asleep – Death Note. How you fell asleep during your favorite anime, you’ll never know.

Another loud boom of thunder shakes the house. You make your way off of the couch, and head to your screened in back porch. Taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs, you sit and watch the storm roll in. The pitter patter sounds of rain hitting your roof brings a calmness to your clouded mind. Between school, working two jobs, and trying to secure an internship, you never really got the time to just relax. This being your first day off from everything in months, you decided to finally take an easy day.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your black sweatpants, scrolling through notifications you had missed the night before. Nothing out of the ordinary – a couple missed calls from Connie, several texts from Connie, Jean and your parents, and some random social media notifications. You open instagram and check the notifications for your most recent post. One in particular makes your heart flutter.

Jeank-104 : pretty smile for a pretty girl 💛

Seeing comments like this from Jean were anything but unusual. Your relationship was one of those ‘girl loves boy but boy flirts with girl to make her flustered even though he has no feelings’ types. It was frustrating to say the least, but you would endure it as long as it meant he was in your life.

Jean was one of the first people you met when you moved to Trost, and he was one of the few who didn’t bully the absolute shit out of you your first year of school. Being the new girl was never fun, but being the new girl who obviously didn’t come from money was even worse. The bullying got to a point where you tried to pack up and leave, but being only 17 you realized you had no one and nowhere to run to.

On one particularly bad day, one of your biggest bullies had pushed you over the edge. You ran out of the school and didn’t stop. You had no idea where you were going, but you just knew you had to get out. After only a mile, your breathing became labored so you had to slow down. Walking another mile, you finally came upon an empty park. You found a huge tree sitting in the middle of it and plopped yourself down in front of it. There, you cried your eyes out for what felt like hours.

Once you had finally calmed down, you felt a hand pat your back lightly. You jerked away from the touch, sitting up quickly. Glancing up at the person sitting next to you, you met the softest pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. You were entranced by them, watching as little flecks of gold appeared to dance around his pupils.

“Uhm,” he said quietly, not breaking the staring contest you two had started. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head lightly, bringing your eyes back down to the ground.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”

Your head snapped back up to look at him, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“I heard what they said to you,” he started again quietly. “Reiner is such a fucking dick. Someone needs to kick him in his tiny ballsack so maybe he’ll shut the fuck up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. A smile made its way across your features, and he couldn’t help staring at you. To him, you had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He would do anything to make sure you never stopped smiling if he could.

“I’m Jean,” he said, holding out his hand.

You tell him your name as you extend your hand out, intertwining with his.

You smile at the happy memory as you pocket your phone. Rustling noises started to come from the kitchen, signaling that Sasha had finally woken up. You debate between going back inside or staying in your peaceful spot. Once you hear a faint cackling sound of bacon being cooked, going inside wins the debate. As you enter the kitchen, the smell of breakfast overwhelms your senses. You spot Niccolo at the stove, which would make sense since the food actually smells good and not like something is burning.

“Good morning sunshine,” Sasha sings, skipping over to you and engulfing you in a hug.

“Good morning Sash,” you say, trying to tear her body off of yours.

“Why won’t you accept my love?!” she yells as she struggles against your efforts to tear your bodies apart.

“Sash,” you laugh. “It is seven in the morning! Give me time to wake up.”

She releases her grip on you, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll just go fuck myself, I guess!”

You can’t help but laugh at her overdramatic self. Ever since you’ve known Sasha, she’s been nothing but overdramatic in any situation. Even though you two were completely opposites, you also balanced each other out perfectly. Anytime she would overreact to a situation, you were able to bring her down – and anytime you needed to put someone in their place, she would be your backup.

Nicolo begins to put food onto plates for the three of you. Taking your seat at the table, Sasha follows as you start to converse about your plans for the day.

“I work from 10 to 6 today,” she says. “I also have an interview for a part time job somewhere around lunch time.”

“Girl you work yourself too much,” you reply. “I’ve got things covered for a while. Please take a break.”

“I have to agree with her, Sasha,” Nicolo starts in. “I feel like neither of us see you anymore unless you’re going to work or going to sleep.”

“I took off this weekend,” she says. “Let’s all go do something as a group!”

You nod your head in agreement as you start to tear into the food Nicolo prepared. Within minutes, Sasha is going back for seconds. By the time she’s finishing her second helping, you’re finished with your first. You place your plate into the sink and say your goodbyes to the couple, retreating to your bedroom to work on some homework. As you sit down on your bed, you put your airpods in and shuffle your study playlist. Cigarettes After Sex plays in your ears as you open your Biology book, settling in for the long day ahead of you.

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A grueling three hours goes by before you’re finally caught up with all of your assignments in two of your classes. Your brain is throbbing at all of the information it has consumed in that time, and you decide it’s time for a break. You make your way over to your closet and dresser and pick out your outfit for the day. Since it’s still raining and cold, you decide on some black sweats, a cropped tank top, and a cropped jacket to match the top. You grab your dark green and white air forces, adding a touch of color to the simple look. Grabbing your car keys off your nightstand, you make your way to the garage. You needed to run a couple errands today anyways, and now seems like the perfect time to do so.

Entering the garage, you see your pride and joy – your all matte black 2021 Nissan GT-R. Your parents made a deal with you that if you got all A’s in high school, they would pay for at least half of whatever car you wanted. Working your ass off through school isn’t ideal, but you knew exactly what you wanted, and you knew you needed to come up with the other half. By the end of the year, you impressed your parents by getting all A’s, valedictorian, and coming up with half of the money needed to afford it. They couldn’t say no to you.

You enter your car, the smell of Champagne Toast invading your senses. You place your key fob in the cup holder and hit the start button.

Nothing.

“What the fuck,” you mumble to yourself.

After going through the motions a few more times, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.

“You’re brand fucking new,” you yell. “What could possibly be wrong?!”

You get out of the car, popping the hood as you get out. You make your way to the front of the car and look inside.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

You grab your phone out of your sweats pocket and pull up the contact of the only person you trust to work on your baby. The last thing you wanted was to bother Jean, but you knew you had no other option. The phone rang once and he immediately picked up.

“Hey,” Jean spoke in a rough tone, almost sounding out of breath. “What’s up?”

“Hey Jeanboy, I really hate to bother you but my car isn’t starting. Is there any way you could come look at it? No rush or anything, but you know I don’t trust anyone else.”

“Anything for you,” he says sweetly. “I’ll be over in 10.”

He hangs up the phone and your stomach goes crazy. It feels like someone let an entire butterfly exhibit loose in it. You try to think of something to pass the time, but the entire 10 minutes is filled with you just thinking about Jean. Every time he said your name, your heart couldn’t help but get faster. You had been in love with the boy since that first time he sat with you while you cried, and he continued to do that any other time you had a breakdown.

Your garage door opens, breaking you out of your thoughts. You glance up to see the tall brunette boy that holds your heart walk into your garage. Every time you saw him, it was like the first time you had ever laid eyes on him. Even if he was only wearing dark blue jeans and a white tee, you still saw him as the most handsome man ever.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking at you.

Feeling yourself become flustered, you turn away from Jean so he can’t see the heat rushing to your cheeks. You try to think of words to respond, but between his flirting and just him in general, your brain was mush.

“Okay,” he says. “So tell me what it’s doing exactly, so I can try and pinpoint the problem.”

“It uh, just literally won’t start. Like no turning over, nothing.”

“Fuck,” he sighs.

Your stomach immediately flips. Never did you think one word could sound so sexy.

Jean reaches into his tool bag, grabbing out a few tools that you have never seen before. The only thing you knew about them was that they cost him a lot of money. He had more than once complained because a wrench would break, saying it was going to cost him over $200. Luckily, his dad owned the shop he worked for, so most of that money came from his dads pockets in the end.

“What do you think it could be?”

“Well,” he started. “It really could be a few things. You might need a new starter, or it could just be a dead battery. I’m hoping for a dead battery, because that’ll only run you about $100.”

“God damnit,” you sighed. “Of course this shit would happen in between paydays.”

“I’ll make you a deal. Make me lunch, and I’ll pay for whatever is wrong with your car.”

You shake your head immediately.

“Jean, no.”

“I don’t remember asking for your permission,” he cuts you off. “Let me do this for you, babe.”

Your eyes go wide at the nickname, and you don’t miss the cocky smirk coming across his face.

“Uh, uhm okay,” you stutter out. “I’ll go, uhm, order something real quick.”

He nods at you as he starts to look under the hood of your car. You dismiss yourself to head to the kitchen. Leaning against the sink, you take a moment to breathe. Jean has never called you babe before, so it had completely caught you off guard. He had you a stuttering mess, and you’re sure if he could hear your thoughts he would die of laughter. A mix of emotions run through your body – everything from nervousness to longing for his touch.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you decide ordering food will be a good distraction from the thoughts running rampant in your head. You scroll through your apps quickly, ultimately deciding pizza would be the easiest and cheapest option. Quickly placing the order, you type in your credit card info and pray it goes through. When the green check mark pops up indicating the transaction went through, you silently thank yourself for keeping up with the payments on at least one card.

As you open the door to the garage, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of your eyes. Jean is bent over the hood of your car, his attention not swaying from the task at hand. He has an arrangement of tools spread across your engine. His mullet is now pulled back into a small man bun, beads of sweat making his baby hairs stick to his forehead. The thing catching the majority of your attention though, is the fact that he is completely shirtless. You can see sweat dripping down his muscular back – a sight you never knew you longed to see so badly.

Your heart is beating so loudly in your chest that you’re almost sure he can hear it. If you weren’t already turned on him just by seeing him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

“I can feel you staring,” Jean says, never breaking his eyes away from your car. “Is there any way I can get you to help me?”

“Uh yeah.”

You slip off your jacket, leaving you in just your cropped tank top and sweats. Walking up beside him, you silently wait for instruction from him. He hands you a flashlight, glancing your way for a second.

“I just need you to hold this light so it’s shining right over here,” he instructs you.

You nod your head as you turn the flashlight on, making sure the light hits exactly where he pointed. Jean glances in your direction, but turns his attention quickly when he notices how prominent your breasts are in your low cut shirt. Pretending not to notice his glance, you lean yourself forward a bit more, making your breasts pop even more in your shirt. You can feel Jean’s staring in his peripheral vision.

“Take a picture,” you say. “It’ll last longer.”

Jean’s face turns beet red as his eyes focus back to your car. You giggle to yourself, not believing that you were able to make him flustered so easily. He continues to tinker with your car as you hold the light in place. You catch him throwing glances your way every once in a while, but you choose to not say anything.

“C’mere,” he says. “Let me show you something.”

You scoot closer to him, but not close enough to his liking. You're taken by surprise when he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body in front of his. He leaves his hand on your waist and brings his other hand around you to show you whatever it is he wants you to see. You hear words come out of his mouth, but the thought of his body pressed against yours takes over everything in your mind. Your hands find the edge of the car as you brace yourself against it, afraid that you might pass out from the unexpected events taking place.

“Did you get all that?”

You try to think of words, but all you are able to muster is a nod.

“You didn’t hear a thing I said, did you?” Jeans asks smugly.

“I, uuhm,” you stutter.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, pressing your bodies closer together.

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his hardened length press into you. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of this situation before, but never did you think this would all be happening.

“Jean, what are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to teach my favorite girl about her car,” he says slowly in your ear. “Is there anything wrong with that?”

You feel yourself getting wet from the sensation of his cock pushing into your backside. Feeling the pressure in your clit from being pushed against your car is enough to make you squirm under Jean. He grasps both of your hips tightly, trying to keep your body still.

“Every movement you make is making it harder for me to concentrate,” he says through clenched teeth.

The revelation that he is turned on as much as you are gives you a boost in confidence. Taking matters into your own hands, you turn yourself around to face him. You place your hands on his toned chest, pushing his upper body back slightly.

“Then focus on me.”

Your eyes stare up into his, seeing his pupils are completely blown. The lust is apparent in his eyes, and you’re sure that he can see it in yours too. You’ve wanted Jean for so long, it’s almost hard to believe what’s happening right in front of you.

Jean whispers your name so softly that you barely catch it. “Can I kiss you?”

Your mouth opens in shock at the question. Did you hear him right? Were you imagining he said that?

“You want to kiss me?” you whisper back.

Jean brings his forehead to yours, not breaking the eye contact between you two.

“Yes,” Jean starts. “I want to kiss you, so fucking bad.”

You can barely comprehend the words coming from his mouth. Not sure how far he was willing to take this, you know you need to set boundaries with him. You weren’t going to take this all the way just to be thrown to the side after everything was done.

“I don’t want to be another one of your girls, Jean,” you say quietly. “I can handle rejection from most guys, but not you. So, if you don’t want anything else from this, then let go of me and we’ll continue to be friends.”

Your breathing is heavy after you confession. You never expected it to come out, especially like this. Jean is just as stunned by it. Why would you ever think you were one of those girls? He had never been up front about his feelings, but he never wanted to distract you from your busy life. Every girl he slept with was just a disappointing reminder that he would never get you to himself. You always talked about being too busy for a relationship, so he just assumed that put him out of the running.

Your name softly falls from his lips as he pushes your chin up with his hand. “Why would you ever think you’re one of those girls? Those girls could never compare to you.”

You feel your heart beating rapidly at his words.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he continues. “Every time we hang out, it takes everything in me to not just grab you and kiss you for hours on end. Those girls mean absolutely nothing to me. You are everything to me. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how badly I’ve wanted to do everything with you – hold you, kiss you, touch you, make you forget every other man in your life. I want you to be mine.”

You stand there staring into his eyes, shocked at his confession. Words are spilling out of Jean’s mouth, and you know if you don’t shut him up soon that he won’t stop. You wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s so lost in his confession that he doesn’t even notice.

“Jean,” you say, finally getting his attention on you. “Shut up.”

You pull his face down to yours, finally kissing his lips. Your stomach feels like someone has released butterflies again. This is the moment you’ve waited so long for, and you don’t plan on letting it slip away from you.

Jean deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You oblige, opening your mouth. As your tongues explore each other’s mouths, he pulls your body closer to his. His cock rubs against your already sensitive clit, making you moan into the kiss. You feel his grip tighten on your hips, keeping you place as he continues to slowly grind against you. Your hands make their way into his hair, slightly pulling at the strands. He moans into the kiss, and that’s when you start to lose your composure.

Jean slightly lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge of your car. Immediately wrapping your legs around his hips, he pulls you even closer. He grinds his cock along your entire cunt, adding more friction to your clit. The friction makes you whimper, something Jean never thought he would hear. He slides one of his hands underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. As he lightly kneads it, your moans become completely uncontrollable, your body getting lost in the pleasure.

“Jean,” you whine. “Not here.”

He removes his hand from your shirt, bringing them both under your thighs.

“Up,” he demands.

You help pull yourself up as his hands move to your ass, picking you up with ease. Your legs tighten around his waist, causing more friction between your sensitive clit and his hard length. He makes his way through your apartment, never once breaking the heated kiss between you two. As soon as he leads you through your bedroom doorway, he slams the door shut with his foot. You gasp as he tosses you onto your bed as if you weigh nothing. He looms over you, taking in the sight of your body lying below him.

He says your name quietly. “Are you sure you want to do this? ‘Cause if we do this, there’s no going back. You are mine.”

“Jean,” you respond quietly. “Please make me yours.”

Jean brings his lips down to yours, kissing you hungrily. Your hands roam his chest, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. As your hands make their way down his chest, they stop at the waist of his jeans. Your fingers find their way to the button on his jeans, unclasping them. You slowly start to shimmy them down his legs, his calves finishing the task. He breaks the kiss, and you whine at the loss of contact.

“It’s not very fair that I’m sitting here in my underwear, yet you’re still fully clothed.”

He grabs the waistband of your sweatpants and tugs on them, signaling that he wants them off. You hurriedly grab them, pulling them off easily. Jean moves himself to the edge of your bed, grabbing your wrist to pull you over to him. You get off the bed and stand in front of him. He pulls you closer to him by your waist, putting one of his legs in between yours. His hands grip your waist roughly, moving your body down to sit on his thigh.

“Show me how good you can ride my thigh.”

His hand makes its way under your shirt again, kneading your breast with his calloused palm. The feeling of his rough hands against your soft breast is already driving you crazy. He bounces his thigh causing a whimper to spill from your lips. You grab his shoulders for support as you slowly start moving yourself against him. You bring your lips to his, letting your moans fall into his mouth. He trails the kiss from your lips down to your neck. His lips search for your weak spot, earning a moan when they finally find it. You feel his cocky smile as he nibbles on it, making you moan loudly.

Feeling desperate for more, you rock your hips faster. The moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth are music to Jean’s ears. He moves his lips from your neck up to your jaw, placing soft kisses along it. His hand releases your breast, making its way up to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides. His other hand stays firmly on your hip, helping you keep your balance as you continue to grind onto him. Your hands grip tighter onto his shoulders, nail marks becoming apparent on his skin.

“Does that feel good?” he asks in a gruff voice. “You like that?”

“Yes,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

“You’re so good at riding my thigh,” he says lowly in your ear.

Your wetness is practically soaking Jean’s thigh, a sight he had dreamed about many times. Jean bounces his thigh lightly again, causing you to sharply take in a breath. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm you, and your orgasm was quickly approaching. Your rhythm starts to get sloppy, and Jean knew you were there.

“Jean,” you whimper. “I’m close.”

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

A wave of pleasure crashes over you as Jean releases your throat, grabbing your hips with both of his hands. He continues rocking your hips, helping you through your high. Once the your orgasm wears off, you lay your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Jean runs a hand through your hair.

“Such a good girl for me,” he says quietly in your ear. “But I’m far from being done with you.”

“Jean, I’m so sensitive. I don’t know if I can handle anymore.”

Jean grabs your face gently with his hands, pulling you off his shoulder. His rough thumb rubs lightly along your cheek.

“We’ve both waited too long for this,” he starts. “I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can until you’re screaming my name.”

Redness makes its way across your cheeks as you try to bury your face back into Jean’s shoulder. He stops you just in time, cupping your face in his hands.

“Don’t you ever hide your beautiful face from me.”

You nod your head lightly.

“That’s my girl.”

You can feel yourself getting wet again from all the praises you were receiving from him. Jean presses his lips against yours, much softer this time than the rest. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your ass. He stands up while holding you, turning around and placing you back down on the edge of the bed. You pull back and gave him a confused look.

“I wanna show you how good I can make you feel.”

He lightly grabs the bottom edge of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head. Your breasts bounce as the fabric releases the hold on them, and you swear you see Jean drooling at the sight. His hands immediately take hold of each breast, lightly rubbing them in his palms. He leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation makes your head fall back, quiet moans falling from your mouth.

He lets go of your other breast, his hand working its way down to your core. It stops on your thigh, and you feel his thumb making small circles on it. You push your hips forward, trying to get him to touch where you want him most. Jean chuckles at the sight of you being so needy for him. He removes his mouth from your nipple, a small string of saliva in between.

“Look at my girl being so needy,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

“Need your touch,” you whimper. “Please.”

Jean’s thumb makes contact with your clit, making you gasp as his thumb lightly draws circles on it. You try to quiet the moans that escape your lips, but the immense amount of pleasure is making it difficult to stay quiet. He slips your dark green lace thong to the side. One of his fingers lightly runs up your wet pussy, making you arch your back.

“So wet for me,” Jean whispers in your ear.

He continues to rub your clit as his finger runs up and down the folds of your dripping cunt, every pass making you ache for more.

“Jean, please,” you moan out.

“Anything for you, princess,” he says, slipping a finger into your wet pussy.

You whimper at the feeling, trying to keep your moans quiet still. Jean pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the loss of contact. You pull him down into a heated kiss as you feel him sliding your thong off you. He lays you on the bed as his hand finds your pussy again, easily slipping his finger back into you. You become a whining mess underneath Jean as he breaks the kiss. His lips make their way down to your core, kissing every inch of you along the way.

His lips make their way to your inner thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. He stops moving his finger, letting it rest inside you. You try to buck your hips, but his arm laid across you prevents any movement from happening. As you let out a whine in frustration, Jean brings his mouth to your clit, letting his warm breath fan over it.

He says your name gruffly. “Don’t hold back your moans. I wanna hear you scream my name.”

He places his mouth on your swollen clit as he begins to move his finger again. His tongue flicks it, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips.

“Oh my god!”

Jean smirks as his tongue continues to lick circles on your clit. Your hands reach down to his hair, pulling at his strands, earning a moan from him. The sensation of his finger and his tongue licking your clit is enough to form another knot in the pit of your stomach. Your hips try to match the movement of his finger, trying to get yourself closer to a release. Jean slips a second finger in, earning an even louder moan from you than before.

“Don’t stop Jean,” you breathe out in between moans.

You don’t know what comes over you as you push his face deeper onto you.

“If you want more, pretty, all you have to do is ask.”

“Want more, Jean,” you moan.

Jean flattens his tongue against your clit, curling his fingers inside you to hit your sweet spot. The sensation has you practically shaking underneath him. You push yourself harder onto his tongue, desperate for the friction to help you get closer to your release.

“Don’t, stop, please.”

He adds a third finger, making you lose your composure completely. The rhythm your hips created was completely lost. Pleasure takes over you as your orgasm rips through you. Jean continues his pace licking and fingering you, helping you ride out your high. Once he notices your breathing start to go back to normal, he slips his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of them, but he replaces the feeling when he slides his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up your mess.

“Jean,” you loudly moan. “Too sensitive, please –“

“Just cleaning up your mess,” he says with a smug grin on his face.

You feel heat immediately rush to your cheeks, your hands reaching up to try and hide it. Jean leans over you, pulling your hands down.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he says, staring down into your eyes. “Don’t hide your face from me.”

Nodding your head obediently, you can’t help but stare into his eyes. You can see the lust in them practically begging you for more. Your hands seem to take control of themselves, moving to the waistband of his underwear. As you slowly pull them down his legs, he bends down and kisses you. The moment his underwear hit the floor, Jean spreads your legs slowly, putting himself in between them.

He stops the kiss to look down at your entrance. Grabbing his cock, he slides the tip slowly through your folds, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You whimper as he continues to edge you, driving you crazy.

“You’re sure about this?” Jean asks in a sincere tone.

“Yes, Jean,” you whine. “Please, fuck me.”

Jean brings his lips to yours again, capturing them in a passionate kiss. He lines his length up with you, and slowly pushes himself in. You both moan loudly into the kiss as he bottoms out inside of you. He breaks the kiss to look at you, waiting for your confirmation on when he can start moving. After a few seconds, you nod your head as you bring his lips back down to yours.

He starts out slow, letting his cock slide out just enough for only the tip to be left inside. It takes everything in him to not completely hammer into you, but he wanted to make this special. Your hands grab onto the sheets, gripping them tightly in your fists as he slowly thrust into you.

“Jean,” you moaned. “Faster, please.”

Jean happily picks up the pace, grunting every time he fills you. His grunts and moans get louder as he starts kissing down your neck. He finds your sweet spot, letting his teeth nibble on it. Letting go of the sheets, you wrap your arms around his back. You can’t help as your nails scratch down his back, leaving marks that he would most definitely feel later on.

Your moans get louder as you feel the knot build in your stomach again.

“Jean,” you loudly moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“Not yet,” he groans back.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he flips you onto your back, his length not leaving your dripping pussy once. Your eyes go wide as he handles you like you weigh absolutely nothing.

“Ride me, baby.”

You do as he commands, placing your hands on his chest as you move yourself up and down on him. Jean brings one hand down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on it. You throw your head back moaning in pleasure as he brings his other hand up to your neck, squeezing the sides rougher than the last time. You clench your walls around him, making him moan louder than he has.

“Fuck,” Jean says loudly through breaths and moans. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you taking my cock so well.”

The praise itself is almost enough to send you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. Jean lets go of your throat, bringing both of his hands to your hips. He grips you tightly as he begins to slam into you fervently, his pace much quicker than what you were doing by yourself. You put one of your hands on your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you felt your orgasm approaching fast.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks roughly.

You try to nod your head, but the pleasure is too much.

“Jean!” you yell. “Gonna –“

“Cum for me,” Jean moans your name loudly.

Your third orgasm crashes over you as Jean continues to thrust wildly into you. You keep your hands firmly on his chest, trying to keep yourself steady as he helps you through it. Your pussy grips onto his cock like a vice as he fucks deeper into you. His brows furrow together, and you can tell he’s getting close.

“You can cum in me, Jean” you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“A-Are you sur-“

“I’m on the pill, Jean.”

“Oh fuck yes!” he moans out loudly.

Jean grips you harder as his thrusts start to lose rhythm. The praises you moan out to him are working.

“Ah, Jean! Don��t stop!” you yell out, your fourth orgasm approaching. “Feels so good!”

“C’mon baby,” Jean says loudly. “Show me how good you feel.”

Your sweet moans echo through his ears as you come undone on his cock, feeling his cum fill your cunt at the same time. You fall onto Jean’s chest, too exhausted to hold your body up any longer. He slowly takes himself out of you, the mess spilling onto the sheets below. You stay laying on his chest as he wraps his arms around your back. The sound of yours and his heavy breathing fills the room.

“That was –“

“I really like you, Jean,” you admit quietly.

Realizing you said that out loud, you nervously burrow your face into Jean’s neck. He chuckles quietly as he brings a hand up and runs it through your hair.

“I really fucking like you too,” he says. “Always have.”

You lift your head up slightly, just enough so you can see his face. He looks down at you with nothing but love and adoration on his face.

“Really?” you ask, tears brimming your eyes.

He moves a piece of hair out of your face gently.

“Of course, baby,” he says, kissing your nose. “Will you please be mine?”

You pull him into a deep kiss. Your wildest dreams are coming true right in front of you. Who knew your one day off would become the best day of your life?

“Absofuckinglutely.”

banner cred: @saradika

[its-time-to-write]

I love your writing! Can I request a Jamie tartt x reader where the reader is a famous actor or musician and it’s like the team meeting them or the media finding out? Thank you!!

I loved this! Thanks for requesting!

you know, you’ll always know me

“Jamie Tartt has been spotted around Manchester with lead singer and songwriter from band Room 17,” Isaac reads aloud. He snaps the paper shut and looks at Jamie. “Oi, when did you have time to go to Manchester?”

Jamie shrugs. “I dunno, mate, two nights ago?”

There’s a clamor of disbelief from the team throughout the locker room. 

Colin’s voice cuts through the din. “Mate, that’s a four-hour drive. You drove eight hours to hookup with a famous singer?”

Jamie grins. “No.”

Isaac: “Elaborate.”

Jamie replies, “Nope,” popping the “p” sound at the end. 

The boys chorus, “Aye, c’mon man, what the fuck,” right as Ted and Beard walk in. 

“What’s all the hubbub?” Ted asks. “Usually that level of resignation is reserved for one of my many, specially-tailored puns.”

“Jamie hooked up with someone famous,” Sam answers. 

Beard looks at Jamie. “Saw the papers. You’re way out of her league.”

Jamie puts his hands up. “That’s not what she said Tuesday night.”

“So you did hook up with her!” 

“Look-” Jamie replies, “she said I ain’t allowed to talk about it in the locker room and I ain’t allowed to tell just anybody. She likes things private and I don’t blame her because you lot are a load of animals.”

Ted makes a mock offended face while Beard shrugs like yeah, that’s true.

Will looks up, thoughtful expression on his face. “Jamie, she said no locker room talk?”

Jamie says, “Yeah, why?”

“I mean, we could just, I dunno, go… somewhere else?”

“Will, you fucking genius,” Colin says, and Isaac gets up to go shake Will’s hand while saying, “Everyone, boot room, now!”

Less than a minute later, everyone is crowded into the boot room. Including Trent, Rebecca, and Higgins, who are never ones to miss a good story. Roy is the only one not present, with a short “fuck off!” at Ted’s extended invitation. 

They’re all huddled around Jamie, whispering quietly amongst themselves until Isaac holds up a hand. 

“Alright! Jamie’s going to tell us how he managed to pull the lead singer from Room 17, and then he’s going to apologize to,” Isaac checks a note on his phone and reads, “Dani, Sam, Richard, and Jan Maas because he knew they had a crush on her, and then to Colin because that’s his favorite band and you didn’t say shit to him.”

“Eh? That ain’t fair! We all had equal opportunity, I’m just the only one who took it,” Jamie replies indignantly. 

There’s a “WHAT,” in unison from at least half the team followed by more clamoring. 

“Oi, oi!” Jamie says. “Pipe down, and I’ll tell ya.

It was when we went to that club last month. I was gettin’ drinks for me and Dani, and there was this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar, scribbling somethin’ on a napkin. I was gonna introduce meself, but right as I went to say hey, she stood up and knocked both drinks out of me hand. One got on me and the other got on her napkin and I said ‘sorry about your napkin,’ and she said ‘nah it’s shit anyway. Sorry about your shirt,’ so I said, ‘it looks better on the floor.’ Guess she liked that, ‘cause that’s where it ended up.”

“That was a month ago, Jamie,” Sam interjects. “How did you end up in the papers this morning?”

Jamie grins and sticks out his tongue. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Isaac smacks the back of his head and Jamie yelps. “Ok, ok, I’ll tell ya!”

The team crowds closer. Rebecca is farther in the back, and she’s seemed strangely uninterested this whole time, typing on her phone. 

“So. Turns out, she’s fit and funny, and she starts telling me she writes her own songs. And she say it ain’t a big deal, just something she does for fun, and I say I play football and it is a big deal, but she already knew who I was. Anyway, didn’t figure out who she was till after I asked her on a proper date, and I guess she thought that was cute or some shit. We’ve been sneakin around ever since.” Here Jamie smiles angelically. “I am cute or some shit.”

Ted, Beard, and Trent nod in assent and just before the team can bombard Jamie with questions, his phone dings then rings. Rebecca finally looks up from her phone in the back as Jamie checks his. 

You’re calling him, so he makes a pipe down motion and answers.

“Hello Jamie Tartt,” you say. “What are you doing right now?”

“Hey babe!” he replies, team saying silent oohs and making kissy faces. “Not much, just with the lads. Did you see the papers?”

You laugh. “Yes, I saw the papers. I suppose it was only a matter of time before it got out, and I know I’m a little late to the party, but you can tell the team now.”

You can hear Jamie’s smile through the phone as he says, “Thanks babe. Y’know they’re like my family.”

Even though he can’t see you, you nod. “I do know. That’s why I’m not upset that you’re in the boot room right now and have already told them everything.”

Jamie is stunned into silence as the team whispers, “what did she say, what did she say?”

“You can put me on speaker,” you say.

Jamie does and then asks, “How the fuck did you know where I was and what I was doing? Are you psychic?”

Jamie looks up around the room and Rebecca of all people catches his eye and winks as you say, “Oh, well, Rebecca Welton and I have been close for ages. She started texted me the moment she heard you were going to the boot room. She’s known about you and me since the first night.”

The room erupts into “WHATs,” and “Holy shits,” while Jamie goes to speak again. 

“Babe,” he tries, but you can’t hear him above the noise. He pushes his way through the throng and out the boot room, Rebecca patting him on the shoulder as he goes past her. 

“Babe,” he says again, “you sure you ain’t mad?”

Now he can hear your smile through the phone. “Yes, I’m absolutely positive. You could have told them sooner. And I think it’s funny that you went to the boot room to talk about it. Rebecca says it smells worse than shit.”

Jamie sighs. “Good. Good, yeah. I’m glad.”

“Actually,” you continue, “this got me out of my writing slump. I’ve been writing like crazy every time you leave. Got half an album in the works already.”

“Fuckin mental.” Jamie shakes his head. He’s great at football, sure, but your musical talent is something else.

“Jamie?” you ask hesitantly. “I- you know I- I mean-”

He cuts you off mid sentence with, “I love you.”

You’re holding your phone with both hands now. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

Jamie shrugs, then remembers you can’t see it. “Just your voice, I guess. Didn’t want you to feel awkward about it. Know we haven’t said it yet, but I do. And now that it’s out, maybe you can come down to Richmond for a proper football game, meet the lads.“

“I’d like that,” you smile. “Oh shit- my food’s burning. I’ve gotta go. I love you!”

“Love you too,” he replies. He hands up, slides his phone back into his pocket, and turns to see the entire Richmond team crowded around the boot room door, faces pressed to the glass. Jamie rolls his eyes, flips them off, and walks away, laughing. You’re going to love them. 

[holographqq]

STUPID LOUBILL DRABBLE WHATT

Except not really. Just some stuff explained via Bill internal dialogue, @poorlycuratedsharkcake's Max Riley (lou's canon best of best friends) mentioned in tandem with her. First solo loubill work aside from bro and I's 80+ page google doc rp so yaayayayay also tw use of the word dyke bc its bill

Bill’s mom pissed him the fuck off. Really pissed him off. Made him angry to the point that he had decided to take Max and Lou up on that offer they’d made offhandedly about coming to stay a night at their shitty-ass apartment. They had gotten it at 17 to get out of their houses, each for some respective reason Bill was too mad to recall. He hadn’t asked, anyway. The cold night air bit at his acne-scarred face as he trooped along the frigid sidewalks of residential Eltingville, following his memory as best he could from his house to theirs.

It was good for meetings, Bill had speculated. No parents or annoying siblings to worry about when they got rowdy, other than one or both of the girls telling them to shut the fuck up or getting a noise complaint from next door. None of the guys cared very much about that. It was weird, Bill thought, repositioning the duffle bag of clothes he’d packed together, that the first time he was finally sneaking out to see a girl, it wasn’t for sex. That’s how it always was in the movies. He had hoped his senior year of high school, the big 18, would be a lot cooler. Nothing was very different than it had been since they were kids. That thought by itself quieted his frustration, replacing the sour feeling in his stomach with something sunken and depressive. He was an adult, he should’ve had a ton of girlfriends by now. A harem of ladies with size zero waists and beehive ‘do’s and bright lips. He guessed life was, in turn, about settling.

He came to a crossroads with little to no traffic in the late hour of the night. Was it left, or was it right? Irritated, he forced himself out of his growing melancholy to think. The gas station, where was it? He knew the apartment complex was right behind it. He points loosely with his finger, mouthing the names of the buildings along the street to his right, recalling what led where, before stuffing his hand back in his pocket and moving on. He remembered now. The club went to get snacks together last week before the meeting at that gas station, and distantly, he could see the very top of the sign, hardly making out the word ‘diesel’. His breath fogged before him as he jogged across the crosswalk, and once he was back on the lighter-colored pavement, he resumed his stiff and frigid powerwalk.

With the absence of distraction came the presentness of his current misery. His fight with his mom was the whole reason he was braving the elements to go sleep on a springy old sofa under a too-hot blanket under a water-stained roof. Fuck, he really hated his mom.

It had started as a grades conversation. The old hag could not fucking fathom the urgency in Bill’s system when he had found out that Willem-fucking-Dafoe was going to be Norman Osborn. He’d seen the trailers, Tobey was terrifically comic accurate; Bill had high hopes for this film, something rare to see. How could he possibly focus on chem when the biggest film of the new century was about to take the world by storm? It was fucking Spider-Man, for Christ’s sake! Bill’s teeth clench as a chill wracks him. He could survive on the heat his anger produced alone.

His mom just didn’t fucking get it. She never did.

She always shut him down. Any time he even attempted to talk to her about the important things, she wouldn’t look up or give more than an odd glance if she did. “Why that? Why this? I don’t understand.” before it was right back to her fucking spreadsheets, or whatever the hell it was she did. His brows were set and Bill stared at his feet. He had no tangible relationship with Jane. He hadn’t seen his dad in months, and he was even less close with Tommy. Bill Dickey was a stranger no matter who he was with. A stranger up until he was with the Club.

Regrettably, he no longer could discredit Max and Lou from contributing to it. The Club, or that familiar feeling of closeness they all shared, for better or for worse.

He thinks for a moment when his thoughts fall back to the girls. Why had they gotten that apartment again? His eyes shift across the street and move lazily to the street lamps as his face scowls in thought. Something about Lou’s mom, something about Max having the same problem Pete did, whatever that meant. It trickles down from the first meeting where the possibility of an apartment was brought up. How exactly had they put it…

Oh. Oh, yes, that’s right; he had gone to Lou to suggest a possible setup for DnD in the hypothetical new spot. She had assured him it was a non-negotiable, and that it wouldn’t look very nice but it would be theirs. Not Bill’s basement that his mom hassled him about tidying, not Pete or Jerry’s garage, where they had to find space around the cars, and not Josh’s dusty attic. Lou had been alone with Bill while they spoke, Max outside his house, warming the van while they spoke. He squinted; had Pete been in the van, too? He was pretty sure he’d asked for a ride. 

That wasn’t the issue. The matter at hand was that Lou had wasted fifteen entire minutes of his time, getting all sulky and depressed about her stupid shitty relationship with her mom after her parents had gotten divorced. At least, at that moment, the last time he thought about this interaction, it had seemed stupid and sulky. A subtle shift in his expression betrays that, in his current predicament, he finds himself experiencing something otherwise foreign to him; empathy.

Their parents had gotten divorced around a similar time, he’d deduced, from what she’d said. They both were around twelve or so. Lou claims that she used to be a lot meaner, Bill didn’t think it was possible for a dykey bitch like her. 

He remembered now. He had asked why. Why an apartment at seventeen? He had expected a typical Lou answer. Something akin to, “because I fucking can. So what?” Instead, for some reason still unknown to him, she told him about her mom. She was always high and had started constantly having boyfriends over. It was a shitty ordeal, he would admit, but didn’t involve him, so he didn’t care. He didn’t care when she confided in him, stiffly, that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in nearly two weeks, because her mom would kick her out every time a guy came over. He cared less when she told him that she hadn’t told Max that, so she wouldn’t be such a freeloader, always staying over, and had resigned to sleeping in the van in secret when she needed to.

He caught himself gnawing the inside of his lip. He didn’t fucking care. He understood, but it wasn’t his business. His dad had a girlfriend; at least, he thought he did. There was a girl he mentioned last time Bill was over there, but he didn’t know faces or names. The idea of his dad having a girlfriend made his stomach sour. Regrettably, he felt bad for Lou in that regard, but that was where his sympathies ended. 

Bill looks up, seeing the gas station leagues closer than before. He was walking kind of fast, wasn’t he? Or had he just spaced out? It didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get to that apartment before he turned into Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back. His mind wandered back to Lou, something that he never consciously wanted, and yet didn’t consciously stop. He’d brought a movie with him tonight. Jim Carrey’s The Mask. He knew she liked that movie. He liked it, first, but he remembers vividly seeing her face when watching it with the club, her seeing it for the first time. That stupid fucking grin was infectious, he’d give her that. Carrey was a comical genius, though, and so it was no surprise she’d be all teeth and no lip. She’d have been crazy to be anything but. 

Bill had not packed the movie to watch with her. Bill had packed the movie to calm his nerves when he got there. The girls had gotten an old box TV hooked up in the living room, one with a DVD player that actually worked well, unlike the one in his basement. If Lou wanted to watch it with him, that was her own business. He turned to walk behind the gas station, eyes landing on the front door of their single-story apartment. He wanted to sprawl out on that sofa, though, so she better be alright sitting in the floor.

[julianalvarez9]

yellow / julián álvarez

summary: your mood isn't the best when your sister, the one who almost dragged you into the etihad stadium to watch coldplay, bails in the last minute. although the show wasn't bad, the highlight of the night was someone else.

wc: 1.8k words

author's note: don't ask me how i wrote so much with the 17 sec video we got from emilia. i thought it was cute so here you go!! this is so self indulgent it's insane but I DON'T CARE kajskajsk

you plopped down ungracefully into the seat, annoyed. apart from checking that the seat was the one you were supposed to be seated at, you weren't even watching your surroundings, too engrossed in the conversation you were having with your sister.

[you] said: what do you mean you've upgraded your seat?

[you] said: what about me?

[ana] said: you don't even like coldplay!

yes, it was true: you were dragged to the etihad stadium to see the band solely because your sister, ana, who worked with the man city team had gotten ahold of some tickets, and as she didn't want to go on her own, she practically begged you to come with her. as the younger sister, you would do anything for her, so you complied. but now, with the news that she wouldn't be joining you, the idea of getting up from your seat and going home was too compelling to ignore.

[ana] said: you can't go back home, though. i came with you, remember?

you could have screamed out loud, god and the rest of the souls close to where you are forbid you, if it wasn't for the cute guy that sat beside you. you couldn’t prevent your thoughts from reminiscing about taylor swift’s lyric given the boyish look that he had, with the plain white shirt joined with a grayish jacket he was wearing. “is this seat taken?” he asked kindly, signaling to your right -where your sister should be-, and you shook your head.

[you] said: you’re lucky the cutest guy in the whole fucking stadium has just sit on your place

[you] said: otherwise i would have left already

[you] said: are you talking about rúben dias?

you huff out a laugh before locking your phone for good, and focusing on the man who was seated by your side. “my sister was supposed to be on your seat”, you clarify, waving a bit your phone in the air to explain what you were laughing about. he has a confused look on his face now, wiping away the cute smile he previously had on, and you rush to explain that he’s allowed to sit there. “but she’s clearly not, so you’re good to go”.

he’s a bit more shy this time, you notice, and his english comes a bit more rough. “i’m sorry, can you speak a bit… slower? i’m not from here, and-”. you stop him with your wavering hands, and you curse yourself out for, maybe, being too enthusiastic about it, but you were never one to avoid casual conversation. much less with a stranger this cute. “wait, where are you from?”.

“argentina” he says, and you widen your eyes in response. “argentina!” you repeat effusively, clapping your hands, and although some people turn around to see what the noise is about, you don’t really care. the sight of the boy in front of you, cheeks slightly rosy due to your enthusiasm was all you could focus on. “español, no? hablo un poquito” (spanish, right? i speak a tiny bit) you say, pinching your fingers together with a very small space between, emphasizing it’s a tiny amount, and he laughs. it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, and you have to direct your eyes elsewhere to avoid your cheeks from hurting due to how big you’re smiling.

soon enough, the concert starts, cutting short you conversation with the handsome guy at your right. you notice, by this point, that you never asked for his name, and in return, he doesn't know yours either, so you have to swallow the disappointment of never seeing him again after the two hours are up. were you being dramatic? yes. could you ask for his name now? again, yes. why weren’t you doing it, then?

your thoughts bring you back to the etihad after having wandered away when you hear the familiar song, and your gaze shifts onto the wristband you’re wearing, that is now tinted in yellow. “i know this one! conozco esta!” you almost scream into his ear so he can listen to you, and he smiles, nodding enthusiastically. the whole stadium lights up, and it's a beautiful sight to see, how everyone has their arms up to enjoy the music and, at the same time, be a part of the yellow sea that paints all-over the normally light blue stadium.

always having protested against those who oppose filming concerts, you take your phone out of your pocket and proceed to open the camera on instagram. it’s still the first verse, though, so you wait until the all-too-familiar “and it was all yellow” line hits to start filming. the soft yellow glow that shines through the etihad takes your breath away in the most beautiful way, and even if you’re trying to avoid screaming your lungs out to the lyrics to avoid ruining the video, the impulse to do so is just too much. you don't just film the stage where the band is, but also the whole sight of the stadium, and you pan to your right side just in time to catch the beautiful stranger singing the “you know i love you so” part with the most beautiful smile on his face.

you don’t even realize when you post the story but you do, fingers still tingly from the warmth that spread through your body at hearing the words. they weren’t even his own, but chris martin’s, but still, something about him made you believe love at first sight might be a thing.

all nice things must end, unfortunately, because soon enough the once awaited but now dreaded ending of the show has arrived. he’s about to tell you something, you realize, but your phone starts ringing and the screen screams your sister’s name. he nods, encouraging you to take the call, and you do so, not before mouthing “mi hermana” (my sister) as to which he nods again, understandingly. 

you almost can’t understand her through the screams, barely a “best concert of my life!” and “they’re awesome!” being identified in the endless stream of unrecognizable words. its not long, though, until she finally tells you the information you didn’t want to hear. “i’m already in the car, where are you? thought you would’ve been seated and ready to go by now” she giggles, and you have to fake a laugh too, eyeing the beautiful man who was waiting for you at your side, while being on his phone to distract himself from spying onto your call. “yeah, well…” you try to explain, but it’s useless. “it’s late, y/n, i have work tomorrow!”. you sigh, defeated, and end the call after informing her that you would be with her in minutes.

he focuses on you now, after he sees you saving your phone into your front pocket, and his eyebrows furrow when he sees your deflated state, so different to what he had seen a couple of minutes hago. “i have to go,” you inform disappointingly, and he nods in understanding, even if you had said the sentence in english. “¿te puedo acompañar a tu auto? digo, no si te parece raro, solo-” (can i accompany to your car? i mean, not if you find it weird, just-). you find his ramble cute, although you don't quite grasp the words since he can speak so quickly in his mother tongue. still, the first part of the sentence has you nodding shyly, and you can’t thank enough these couple of minutes more that you gained by this.

you get there fast, unluckily, or at least faster than you would have made it on your own. he walks the stadium like he knows it, or has been here before somehow, and you realize you didn’t even ask him what had brought him to london, or what his job was.

your sister waves enthusiastically when you two make it safe and sound to your parking space, and your cheeks warm up a bit in embarrassment when he waves back. it feels like those rom-com movies, where the parent watches their kids by the window when they get home after the first date. “te veo pronto” (i’ll see you soon) he says confidently and you nod approvingly, although it doesn't come to mind right there that you, again, don’t really know his name, or got some social media profile of his, to keep in contact. when you realize this, he has already planted a shy kiss on your cheek and turned around, hands in his pockets, destiny unknown, at least to you.

“you’ve met julián!” is the first thing that comes out of ana, your sister’s mouth, after you get close enough to her to greet her with a hug. the tone is joyful and her eyes are glowing, but since the name doesn’t ring any bells for you, you furrow your brows in response. she looks at you strangely, but gets inside your car nonetheless, after you unlock it so you can both make your way home as quickly as possible. “álvarez?” she tries again, now with that person’s last name, you guess. still, no face attached to that name shows up in your mind, so you shake your head.

ana’s quick in getting the phone out of her bag. you can hear her typing furiously on her screen due to her long nails hitting the phone, but you tune her out, focusing on the road. the next time she talks, or rathers, signals for your attention, you're on a red light. it looks like she has a guy’s instagram open up, and you can read the “juliaanalvarez” on top, letting you know who the guy in the photo was.

you can’t quite grasp the fact that the beautiful stranger’s face from earlier was smiling widely at you from your sister’s phone, and much less, that he was wearing a man city kit on it, before the light turns green again, and you have to continue driving. “is he a part of the staff like you?” you ask, dumbfounded, and her palm hits her forehead like you had said the stupidest thing she has ever heard. “no, silly! he’s our second striker. haven’t you been watching our games?” she reprimands, and you smile awkwardly at her, which answers the question on his own. “oh, you so need to join me at the etihad next weekend!”.

the rest of the way is silent, given that you’re still trying to process the news. you still don't quite understand why he hasn't said anything about who he was, but realize that, maybe, he was more comfortable with remaining anonymous. your feet drive you mindlessly to your bed, and you’re laying on it when you take your phone off your pocket. you have many notifications on the lockscreen, given that you hadn't really paid attention to it since the show started, but the only one that catches your eye is from instagram.

juliaanalvarez requested to follow you.

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 4)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt. Setting: Highway outside of Atlanta. 

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, degrading behavior, season 2 Daryl, smut, oral (m receiving)(kind of) weird. Just weirdo perv (out of desperation) Daryl. 

Word Count: 3200

A/N; Daryl’s POV 😩🤷‍♀️ 17+ mdni

masterlist

Been keepin’ Merle’s stuff pretty well hidden. Guess I should probably just get rid of it, right? But I can’t. S’not mine to get rid of. So I just hide it. Separate bag from the rest of his meds, all the way at the bottom of a backpack, stuffed under the seat of my truck. 

Beatle says she’s been sober off spazz shit for three years. Pretty sure three years ago s’when I met her though, so I’unno how she figures that. 

But now we’re ditchin’ the truck and I gotta find a way to carry it without Beatle finding it. Don’t even have time to be upset about my truck. Had it for at least the last ten years. Loved this thing like it was the only thing I had. Basically was for a while. 

Takin’ Merles bike. It’s got some dumbass Nazi shit on it, but ‘m not complainin’. That shit don’t matter anymore. Neither does bein’ upset over a truck that’s not gonna do me any good without gas. 

Pack myself two bags. One goes with Beatle in Dale’s RV, the other is the pack I’d had stuffed under the seat. Spazz gets hidden underneath a few shirts, smokes, the couple sips left of girlwhiskey, and the rest of Merle’s scripts. Stuff I don’t trust Beatle with.  

I think she knows, too. She doesn’t say it but she gives me a look when I tell her ‘m holdin’ onto it. I offer her a whole cigarette. All for herself. And it shuts her up enough not to push it. 

Don’t know if I like when she’s happy or not. Kinda makes me feel sick so I try not to think about it. Dunno. Whatever. Don’t got time to think about that shit anyway. S’always somethin’. 

Don’t really even got the time to think about what a shit show the CDC was. Just gotta keep movin’. Guess the plan is Fort Bennet? Don’t know. Don’t care. ‘m just goin’. 

It’s nice to be back on a bike again. Can’t feel nothin’ but the vibrating underneath me and the air in my face. Can’t hear nothin’ but the engine. By myself. Like all this shit hasn’t happened…

No use in thinkin’ ‘bout it that way, though. Has happened. And I ain’t gonna be one of those sorry sacks that wants to pretend shit ain’t the way it is. That’s one thing I like Beatle for. She don’t pretend shits gonna go back. Don’t miss nothin’, ain’t lookin’ for no one. Far as I see it, she’s happy mostly. Guess it’s easy when someone’s takin’ care of everything for ya. Me. Giving her my smokes and buildin’ fires for my damn self, thinkin’ everything tha’s mine is hers. It ain’t. 

Other people makin’ plans. Other people findin’ shelter. Other peoples food. 

Too many people in this group ain’t pullin’ their own weight. It’s gonna catch up sooner or later. Beatle’s a weak player. Can’t decide if I should help her out or not. Can’t decide if I should protect her or not. Cuz she don’t want it, she don’t think she needs it. But she’s gonna need it. Sooner or later. 

Cuz I know I hate her and all that. Dumb fuckin’ bitch for sure. But after what happened at the CDC? Thought we were gonna die. Thought she was gonna die. Fuck. I’unno. Guess I felt somethin’. 

I’m in between knowin’ it and hatin’ it. It can be both right? Cuz it’s definitely both. One more thing I gotta care about. Real fuckin’ stupid. 

We’re only on the road a few hours before shit blows. Literally. Dales radiator. Good ‘n done. Then more bullshit happens but ain’t that the way shit is now?

A whole herd of ‘em come through and everyone’s fine. Andrea’s havin’ a panic attack ‘bout the geek that almost ate ‘er, Carol’s kid run off into the woods, and T-Dog’s all but bled out. But to me? Basically fine. No one’s dead or nothin’. 

Don’t know where Beatle was when the herd came. But she’s fine too, and any worryin’ I’d been doin was a waste of fuckin’ time. Not gonna waste any more of it bein’ mad I was worried in the first place. That I couldn’t think ‘bout anything else. Just images of her stupid happy face gettin’ ripped apart. Guess I care now. At least ‘bout her not bein’ dead. ‘Bout her bein’ here.

She’s standin’ outside the RV with me, sharing a cigarette cuz I don’t know how else to tell her I’m glad she’s alive. Can’t stop lookin’ at her. She’s either ignoring my staring or pretendin’ I ain’t doin’ it, and ‘m grateful. Don’t wanna talk ‘bout that shit. Just wanna look at her, and fix all those images in my head. Her face still happy and perfect and smilin’ at me like it wasn’t bein’ eaten by monsters a few minutes ago. 

I feel sick. Somethin’… different. 

“Can I just hug you, please?” She asks like she’s been waitin’ to say it. 

“Why?” I squint at her, dragging the smoke. Kinda want to - kinda mad she asked instead of just doin’ it, “Since when do you ask permi-“ I’m cut off by her body wrapped around mine. All four limbs holdin’ on like I’m keepin’ her anchored to the world. 

I hug her back, arms pulled tight around her. Why am I doing this? What the fuck is this? Goin’ fuckin’ soft for some dumb little girl. I can hear Merle laughin’ at me from inside my head, and I drop Beatle back down to the pavement. 

“I’m glad you’re alive.” She says, and I look down at her. Now she’s all covered in the gross shit I’m covered in. She doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“Yeah?” I say at her, cuz I don’t know what else to say. Can’t tell her Im glad she’s alive. Can’t give her that. I hugged her back, that’s enough. She should know. 

She nods, smiling that stupid fuckin’ smile that I’m startin’ to like. ‘Fore her face starts wrinklin’ up somethin’ nasty. There it is. She looks at me, then down at herself. “What the fuck, Daryl?” 

Me?! “‘Pleeeease can I hug you, Daryl?’” I mock her. 

“I was worried!! And then you’re alive and okay and I  didn’t have time to look at you covered in guts and shit!” She squeals. I swear she knows it irritates me. I can see her goin’ to punch me in the arm so I let her, then pull her into another hug. 

Grabbin’ at her head to bring it close to my chest, covered in week old decaying monster meat, “C’mon, Beatle. Gimme a hug!” She’s tryin’ to fight it but ‘m stronger. 

She bends her knees and slips down and out of my arms. The blood on my hands making her too slippery to hold onto. She starts runnin’. I run after her til we get to the side of the road and she tries to hide underneath the trunk of a car crashed into the rail. 

Maybe this ain’t the time for fuckin’ around, but it don’t matter. Not when I finally got her cornered. The look of fear in her eyes does somethin’ to me. Not real fear.  Naw, cuz she’s smilin’. Cuz she’s laughin’. Just excited that we’re both still breathing. Still, smile on her face and laugh in her throat, she’s cowering beneath a cars trunk, beggin’ me to stop. The beggin’s doin’ somethin’ to me too. Fuck. 

I pick her up, slingin’ her over my shoulder, she yelps. Don’t she know how this shit works yet? “Fuckin’ quiet, Beatle. Dumb bitch.” I slap her ass once and she fuckin’ yelps again. “Wha’ did I just say?” And I slap her ass again. This time she’s quiet. 

Shit, that worked? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My dicks hard. 

I’unno if it’s cuz I never carried a girl over my shoulder like this, cuz I spanked her couple times, or cuz she listened. My dick gets even harder and I realize it’s definitely fuckin’ all of it. But mostly that she listened when I told her what to do. Maybe I should tell her what to do more often. Fuck. ‘m not helpin’ myself, or my problem, at all. 

I dip my head down to smell the sick I’m covered in to make it go away. It works. Even with her ass next to my face. So close I could bite it. For fucks sake. I put her down but she doesn’t run away this time. We walk slowly back to the group. Not sayin’ nothin’. Me, cuz I’m trying to focus on the smell of rotten flesh and definitely not Beatle beggin’ me to stop. Definitely not about what her face looked like when she felt my hand on her ass.  

Wonder if she’s quiet cuz she’s thinkin’ about it too.

 Wondering what she’s thinkin’ about and tryin’ to will away a stiffy. Fuck this fuckin’ high school bullshit. Like she reads my mind, I feel her needy little fingers snake into my hand. For a second I think maybe I’m smokin’ a cigarette I don’t remember havin’ but ‘m not. She’s just tryin’ to hold my hand. 

At first it feels nice, and then I feel sick again. Too many questions unanswered. Too much shit that’s already happened. Can’t trust her. So I shake her hand off, “Stop.” 

“Fine. Fuck you.” She stomps away and back into the RV. I’unno what the fuck’s wrong with me that it makes me smile. Do I like when she’s happy? Shit, I dunno. If I did, wouldn’t I not like it when she’s upset? So why does her being mad at me do it for me too? 

✨🏹

Whatever. 

She comes with me to go look for Sophia. Andrea stood up like she was gonna come too, but once Beatle and I are standin’ next to the RV Andrea doesn’t follow us out.

 We don’t stray too far from the road. It’s dark, and mostly just came out here to help ease Carol’s mind. ‘m definitely goin’ soft. But I’unno. Hurts to watch people lose stuff. Their families. Hurts to watch people hurt. 

Gonna hurt Beatle in a fuckin’ second if she doesn’t shut the fuck up. We’re walkin’ through the woods. At night. She’s gotta know this shit by now. “Beatle, keep your fuckin’ voice down. Please.” Did I just say please? Fuck me. 

“Did you just say ‘please’?” Fuck. Me. 

“Shut up.” 

“Don’t think I know how.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” She laughs, and it makes me smile. And that makes me feel sick to my stomach. Again. 

Her voice cuts through while I’m makin’ myself even sicker thinkin’ about it, “You wanna play another game?”

My eyebrows raise in her direction, “Yeah, that went real well for ya last time.” 

“Nevermind.” Her face falters and she crosses her arms across her chest. 

“What, you don’t wanna get half naked and cry again?” And for fuckin’ once I wish Beatle had somethin’ to say back. Some smartass shit that isn’t even funny but she definitely means it to be. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything. She just lets my question hang in the fuckin’ air and suffocate me. Cuz now I’m thinkin’ about her half naked and crying and my fuckin dicks hard again. What is this shit? Rock hard cock every time I pick on her now? ‘m not gonna be able to do this. She’s gonna notice. Where the fuck is a guy supposed to jerk off and relieve some of this shit? 

On her fuckin’ face.

Shit.

She’s been quiet for too long and my brain won’t stop. It’s just getting worse. Images of her now, her face covered in my cum, her lips humming together making little bubbles with it, smiling. Shit. 

Beatle, say something. Anything.

“How big’s your dick?” Not. Fucking. That. 

She listens… right? She wants it, right? Why else would she ask that? Now, when it’s just the two of us out in the woods in the dark. She wants me to show her. 

So show her.

“Beatle.” My voice is low, barely there. Just a rasp of a word. 

She turns around, ready to explain herself before she even looks at me, “I-“ 

“C’mere.” If I don’t cut her off she’s gonna say she was just jokin’ but we both know she ain’t jokin’. She wants ta know. So she’s gonna know. 

Feel like I can see her blushin’ in the moonlight as she walks toward me, even though I can’t. Just know she is. Smile on her face like I ain’t about to wipe it off with my cock. Shit, hard as a fuckin’ rock right now. I rub my palm over the length of it, and I watch her eyes follow my arm down. Watch ‘em get bigger, wide and nervous, and it makes my dick twitch against my jeans. I pull out a smoke and light one, for a second I see a disappointment in her face, thinkin’ maybe I’d just called her over to share a smoke. Naw. “Down on your knees.” 

And Jesus Christ, does she kneel so fuckin’ fast. She stares straight ahead, and somethin’ comes over me. Can’t wait. Don’t want to. Don’t need to. Beatle does what I ask, at least when it comes to this. Like a good little slut would. That is what she’s good at, ain’t it? 

So maybe it’s a little fucked up that I grab her head and force her against the rough fabric of my jeans. Pushing my cock into her cheek as hard as I fuckin’ can. Holding her by the hair and rubbing her face on me. 

But this little bitch moans. At first I wasn’t sure, but she keeps fuckin’ moaning. She likes this. Somethin’ close to a laugh escapes my throat, past the cigarette between my lips. I take it with my fingers, letting one hand go from her head, the other hand pulls her back to look up at me. Her expression absolutely blown. She just looks at me for a second, before putting her face back on my cock on her own. It’s not the same amount of pressure but it still feels fuckin’ good. And somethin’ about her doin’ it on her own. Like she can’t fuckin’ help it. Like she needs it. 

She’s starts to lick at the fabric right where my head is and my dick spasms again at the sight of it. This time she can feel it underneath her mouth. She smiles up at me, smirkin’ down at her. Putting the cigarette in my mouth, I drag it, before bringing it down to her lips. A little reward for listening. 

She drags it once and I drop it on the ground. Beatle says “Thank you.” In the smallest voice I ever heard come out of her mouth. Fuck. I could fall in love with this Beatle. It’s just your dick talkin’ Dar, don’t get crazy. 

I grunt a laugh and start to unbuckle my belt. Unbutton my pants. Barely have my cock in my hand ‘fore her mouths around it. I pull her back by her hair, sharply. She winces in pain and reaches up to her head where I’m holdin’ on. Her eyes shoot up to look at me. 

God, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have that image burned in my brain for the rest of my life. Her face, all discomfort and contempt because I won’t let her touch me. Like she’s fuckin’ dying for it. “Nah, keep your mouth shut Beatle. Gotta learn ta do what yer told.” 

She nods, and closes her lips. Looking from my eyes back down my body again. I lean back, takin’ myself in my hand and pressing my cock into her face. 

For a while I just rub myself all over, letting her feel the weight of it. Letting her know just how big it really fuckin’ is. Lifting it off her face and smackin’ her cheeks. Makin’ her flinch, her eyes squish closed but I press my hard cock against her eye and push up forcing her eyelid open. Fuck. I do the same thing with her lips. Smushing and rubbing the head of it into her lips to open them, I fuck against her mouth for a second. Beatles groaning and moaning but she doesn’t open her mouth. Somethin’ about it makes me need to cum. Now. No more fuckin’ around. “Open up.” 

She does. I spit into her open mouth, and she moans again, without swallowing it. Like a good slut. “Fuck, Beatle. Shit. Now stick your tongue out.” 

She does. I can see my spit falling off her tongue and I quickly catch it with my cock, before smearing as much of the slick spit from her mouth onto me. Taking myself from the base, holding hard to cut off the circulation. Always feels better when I do that. Rubbin her tongue with my cock til I can’t fuckin take it anymore. I’m about to fuckin’  cum. I pull away for only a second, my breathings all fucked and I can barely speak, “Close yer mouth.” She looks confused for a second but closes her mouth. Good. Was about to smack her. 

My left hand finds a place on the back of her head again, gripping into her hair to hold her in place. I push my hips forward and put the whole length across her face. My other hand pressing myself down into her from above her. And I fuck myself on her face. Grunting and sloppy and desperate to cum. Never done this before, shit, does anyone do this? But fuck, it’s so fuckin’ hot. Her lips and her cheeks and her eyelids and her nose all squished and being fuckin’ ruined by my cock. Shit.  Fuck. 

Right as I’m about to cum I put both hands around her head and hump her face like… I don’t even know. I feel fuckin’ insane, but she’s still moaning at the feeling of being used. Not even in a way that should be enjoyable to her. 

I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much in my whole fuckin’ life. Most of it ends up in Beatle’s hair, but there’s still a whole lot of it on her face. I mess with it for a second. Swirling my puffy post-nut dick in it before I get oversensitive. 

I put myself away, and sit down on the ground next to Beatle. Still in the exact same position. I let her kneel there, don’t tell her she can move or nothin’. Guess that’s why she doesn’t. Don’t think she can open her eyes either. S’funny. 

Relighting the short I’d dropped to the ground, I pull a bandana from my pocket. “Is it big, Beatle?” I ask her while I wipe only her mouth off, and put the cigarette between her lips. 

She sucks on the filter, and smiles. “Yep.”

Eventually I wipe off her eyes too. Can’t do anything about her hair though, so I promise to find her a hat from one of the cars on the walk back. 

And I don’t let myself think about what this might mean. Who cares? I don’t. Don’t think Beatle does neither. We’re just goin’. 

pt 5

A/N: Yeah okay,  I know. Daryl’s all back and forth. Does he not give a shit about Merle and Beatle? Does he know deep down they never did anything together? Or maybe he just wasn’t thinking about it at the time? He’s confused, guys. He also really doesn’t have all the information (Eventually he’s gonna ask but first we have to deal with Sophia. Sorry. I don’t want to either.)

[chrattho1]

Angst!!!!!

Cheating… fighting…. Secret hurt….. anything 🙏

i got it. whew. first time writing angst kinda nervous.

warnings: angst kinda idk bro,cheating,toxic!chris (ik ik), conversations involving a sexual experience,read to find out? maybe?

“my god how many times do i have to tell you stop snooping around in my phone bro” chris whines at you,who is sitting on the bed with an unreadable expression. chris typing something standing at the edge of the bed.

“chris..” you started speaking,although words aren’t enough,or at least your mind cant find any.

“what? i cant hear you” chris just looks at you annoyed

“chr- you cheated…on me?” your eyes fluttering as the words slip out of your mouth. you have been noticing chris’ behaviour for the past month. he had been distant,always hating your guts,and screaming at you for no reason but today when he forgot to take his phone to the bathroom with him for the first time ever,your suspicions were confirmed.

he was fucking someone else.

right now chris’ face is in a frown,how much ever he wants to shout and scream and prove his innocence he knows he did it,a pool of guilt at the back of his mind telling him to beg you for forgiveness but more consciously wanting to yell at you for spying on him

“what the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” chris screamed throwing his phone on the bed

“dont fucking lie to me,chris you know you did it” your voice cant get any higher because of the amount of pain youre feeling,but you get up in front of him facing him directly

“are you fucking crazy?” chris looks at you mercilessly.

you scoff before putting your head in your hands

“i am crazy? im the crazy one?” a chuckle passed your lips

“you were the one who told me theres no one for you but me,you were the one who promised forever,you were the one who fucking caged me in this relationship for 3 WHOLE FUCKING YEARS AND WENT TO GO CHEAT ON ME” your voice getting louder as you become more aware of your frustrations.

chris looks at you,his eyes dropping slightly not knowing what to say.

a series of laughs is what you continue with before speaking.

“did you fuck her slow and deep? was she able to take you like i do? did you cuddle her after fucking her for hours straight like you do with me or did run up to go to the bathroom like it was a one night stand?” you have tears in your eyes imagining the worst of the worst.

your chris,your boyfriend chris who you’ve known since you were 17,hurt you in the worst possible way.

“y/n-” chris began to speak but he was cut off immediately

“did you wear a condom?” you almost whispered because you subconsciously didn’t want the answer to this.

the silence from chris’ end indicating your worst nightmare.

you scoffed yet again

“cum inside her like you do in me? huh?” you spoke casually but still in disbelief.

“let me talk,will you-” chris was cut off again.

“YOU WANNA TALK LETS TALK! HOW WAS SHE?” you replied yet again with a rhetorical question.

“she-i dont know,she was—different” chris shrugged tears glistening in his eyes

“good different?” your voice almost not heard by him.

“nobody likes change” chris replied

you drop to the edge of the bed,sitting there in disbelief. tears rolling down but no frown on your face whatsoever.

after about 15 minutes of watching you sit there in silence,chris came down to your knees that were dangling off the bed and laid his head in your lap,sniffing.

you both sit like that for what seems like hours,you finally spoke up

“we’re done” the words slipping out like cuss.

chris’ heart dropped,this past month he had been a bitch to you,not realising that he might actually lose you and now that he finally has he doesn’t want to let go

he looks up at you with wide eyes

“baby listen to me-” he spoke when you got up from the bed leaving him alone at the foot of the bed.

he follows you as you go around the room collecting your stuff,begging you to listen to him

“baby please,please just give me a chance—please its us—this cant happen—i cant live with you-please baby please just listen to me”

you ignore all of his words,and pack all of your stuff walking towards the bedroom door when chris gets a hold of your waist,his face on your stomach,hands tightly wrapped around your waist in order to stop you from leaving the room.

“y/n you need to give us a chance please,just listen to me” he mumbled into your skin

you bring your hands down to his,loosening his grip around but he doesn’t budge

“chris,leave me” you spoke firmly but chris didnt comply

“chris-leave me” your hands getting rough now and trying to push him

“should’ve thought it over before fucking that whore you got on the side” you spoke now trying to walk with him wrapped around you,but you couldn’t so you sigh

“chris” you lightly tap on his hand that is wrapped around you,he nods.

“listen to me” you spoke,finally getting him to stand up in front of you hands still on your waist.

you feel stingy at his touch,knowing where his fingers have been.

“i can put up with all of your bullshit,have been for the past i dont know how many years,but this-i dont know if i will ever be able to forgive you let alone trust you again—and-please get your hands off of me” you sniffled before finishing your sentence

“baby but i cant live without you,your beautiful face every morning,your eyes-i love them so much,your hair,your hands” his hands roaming around all of your face and hands,you just watch him do this-feeling little to nothing towards his words

“your heart-your beautiful heart” he smiles between his tears before placing one of his hands on your chest and you shut your eyes and the feeling of his hands.

“chris i have to go” you spoke with your eyes still closed

chris’ hands drop to his sides,he doesn’t know what to say or do to get you to stay. he knows he fucked up and this is probably the biggest mistake of his life

“i will ask matt to drop me off” were your last words to him before you left the room,leaving chris alone in the room filled with every little memory of both of you together.

he falls to his knees,sobbing in his hands.

a/n : idk how angsty this was,or if it even said what the request asked for but this is literally all the cheating/breakup scenarios i have ever read/seen in movies combined together lmao😭