#Im just having the hardest time with replies

[abigailovesz]

SHE KNEW...I THINK.

summary: part 2 of birds of a feather. the aftermath of your death is the hardest most terrifying experience jj has ever experienced, and of course he has to pick up all the pieces- your room, your belongings. the worst part? he finds something he won't ever forget.

music: IFHY instrumental - tyler the creator (beginning)

warnings: angst is written all over this, swearing, may cause heartache and some tears im sorry, mentions of death, swearing, flashbacks, italics are flashbacks/ past times.

IT'D BEEN 2 months already.

2 months since you'd been shot - murdered. 2 months since jj lost a part of himself, honestly - to jj - he'd lost all of himself.

jj had gone through the hard part. the funeral - the one where he watched your body lowering into the depths of the earth where he'd never see you again. Never. and the faces of people who had only spoken one single word to you? the tears running down there faces, a handkerchief clutched in there hand. God.

God, it was so pathetic.

Months later, JJ stood before a sea of somber, pathetic faces, their eyes fixed on him as he clutched the podium with white knuckles. jj's gaze drifted over the crowd, landing on the casket at the front of the aisle. The polished wood gleamed under the soft lighting, a mocking reminder of the stillness inside.

He cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the microphone and piercing the heavy silence. "I...shit, i cannot believe im standing here," he began, his voice cracking on the last word - already. "I never thought I'd have to say goodbye like this. Not to her."

"I thought we had more time," he whispered, his eyes locked onto the casket as if he could see her through the wood.

after that, he'd never be the same again.

and it was true because he wasn't the same. no more off the hook jokes, no more snarky replies, no more fun. jesus, the term fun felt non existant to him. The past 2 months, his body stayed slotted either on the couch, under his bed sheets, or the chair on the dock.

he couldn't go in the hammock. not when it was your spot.

even looking at the thing hanging between the two trees out in the back of the hot tub made his throat constrict and his eyes water immediately.

11 years old.

"pleaaase can we get the one with blue stripes? the pink is too..." jj paused, blinking a few times before clasping his fingers to his palm - a sassy gesture. "girly." you snickered at the gesture but then silence. "Nope, we're getting the pink one, whether ya like it or not you-" you crinkled your nose, contemplating.

"blondie."

jj groaned with a high pitched drawl, throwing his head back from where he stood beside you in the story aisle - adventure aisle to be specific. - "oh come on! i told you if you call me that one more time, im gonna tell john b to gimme a pair of scissors so i can.. cut your hair alllll off." he teased while fidgeting with your hair.

you squealed, smacking his hand away. "okay okay ill stop!"

jj chuckled, rubbing his hand dramatically before speaking. "we're getting the blue one."

so, that hammock that still hung outside - the blue one - was still standing. The look of it, no, the memories of it would always haunt him. It's just another thing mocking your absence.

2 days ago, your mother called jj and requested something - something he never ever wanted to do. but he blamed himself - for your death. he should have protected you, saved you. and of course, he didn't, he couldn't.

so he still did it.

he had to pack up all your things.

he had to go into your bedroom, grab cardboard boxes and fill them to the rim with each and every belonging your delicate skin had touched. he had a choice, an easy one at that - either throw the stuff away or keep it.

he's gonna keep it. No matter how painful it is, he can't get rid of everything. you wouldn't want that.

jj stood in the doorway of your bedroom, his heart heavy and his stomach churning. the room was just as you'd left it, a frozen snapshot of a life cut tragically short. Posters of her favorite bands and interests that reminded jj of her each time someone mentioned it.

he took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped inside, his feet sinking into the plush carpet that had once been a comfort to him - of seeing her. the bed was unmade, the sheets still tangled where she'd last slept before the trip, a sight that made his chest ache with the cruel injustice of it all.

he started with the closet, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dresses and shirt. and then, in one small bin - was the clothes she'd worn as a kid, the ones he saw her run through sand and grass with as a kid.

then - god, it all just broke. it all as in jj. all of jj.

one tear.

his hand fell with the small pink shirt - the little mermaid picture sealed onto the front clasped in his hand, his shoulders dropping in defeat. one single tear. it slipped out of his tired, worn down eyes and down his cheek - right onto the specific spot on the sleeve. a ice cream stain.

7 years old.

It was the kind of summer afternoon that made everything feel endless. the sun shimmered on the lake, the air buzzed with the scent of warm pine and chocolate ice cream. on the old wooden dock, jj sat beside you - you as in, you in your favorite pink shirt.

jj and you were deep in a fit of giggles, the kind that only comes from you coming up with some word that could be used in a different language. jj laughed so hard - being the kid he is - almost dropping his ice cream.

Nearly.

A small plop broke the rhythm of the moment.

A dark spot of chocolate landed right on the sleeve of your shirt, splattering across the pink cotton.

jj blinked, stiffling a chuckle at the face you pulled. "shit- oh i mean-"

you gasped, pointing a finger at him. "hey! no swearing-"

next, he tackled her desk, sitting down heavily in the chair. he ran his fingers along the smooth wood of your desk, tracing the path of the initials you both had carved together on a lazy afternoon. with a heavy sigh, he started to sort through the contents, his heart clenching at every memento he uncovered.

there were old photos of kie and john b pope and him, the edges worn and faded from being handled so many times. And then, tucked away in the back of the drawer, he found a letter.

It was a simple envelope, unassuming and plain, with his name scrawled across the front in your sloppy but readable handwriting. with trembling fingers, he tore it open, unfolding the single sheet of paper inside. As he read the words, his vision blurred and his breath caught in his throat.

hey blondie, 3 / 17 / 2021

so basically me and kiara decided to write letters and create some video because we saw it on youtube about - 'writing letters to people to read if i ever die.' its stupid but we were bored off our asses so dont blame me, blame kie.

if you're reading this, it's probably something you'd make fun of me for haha or maybe i am dead who knows, i ain't got no crystal ball or whatever sublime said. but anyway if i am dead, please dont look through my phone i'm begging there's some ridiculous shit on there - mostly you.

but seriously, if i die your gonna keep living and your gonna be the same dumbass person you are even though i probably won't die cause i got you n everyone - just please keep living.

Please don't blame yourself if it happens. you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and losing you is my worst fucking fear. if it happens- keep that photo of us. i dunno stick on your ass or something.

love, y/n

jj sat back in the chair, the letter crumpled in his hand, tears streaming down his face. he clutched it to his chest, his body shaking with the force of his sobs, the words etched into his heart as deeply as the initials on the desk.

the letter was so you. and that hurt.

with a final, shuddering breath, he folded the letter carefully and tucked it into his pocket, a piece of you to carry with him always - the letter and the bracelets, the hair tie he refused to take off of his wrist. he stood, his legs unsteady beneath him, and turned to face the empty room, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.

and in that moment he knew, he'd keep going. for you.

for the girl he'd loved every single day, every single hour, every single minute and every single second of his day.

maybe you knew. maybe you'd known he'd loved you - she knew. he was sure.

but that didn't matter anymore because he was left alone. with a letter that had broken his heart completely.

[sturnlsstuff]

MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo

| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"

pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader

summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.

warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni

a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!

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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.

her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.

chris: u busy?

she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.

y/n: hi to you too

y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up

chris: having fun?

chris: when u gonna be home ma?

y/n: like in an hour or so

chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya

y/n: you do???

she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.

chris: hell yeah i do

chris: get ur ass out here

she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.

y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address

chris: omw gorgeous

chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.

after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.

chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.

he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."

she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.

she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.

"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.

she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.

"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.

"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.

he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."

"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."

"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."

"see, and that's crazy."

chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.

"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."

"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"

chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...

once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."

chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."

she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.

"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.

he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.

"c'mere."

her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.

"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.

"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"

she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.

"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.

"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"

"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.

"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.

"shut up for once, yeah?"

"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.

she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.

she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.

"god, i hate that i missed you so much."

it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.

"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"

she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.

"yeah... i did"

he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.

"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.

"want me to show you?"

he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.

"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."

his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."

he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.

"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.

"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"

she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.

"show me how much you missed this dick then."

she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.

"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.

he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.

"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."

she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.

“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."

he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.

"chris i-"

she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"

she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"

"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"

"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.

she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.

"chris!"

but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.

"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.

"yeah, baby?"

she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."

he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.

"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."

chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.

"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.

"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."

she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.

"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"

she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.

"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.

his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.

"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."

he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."

she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.

"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."

she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.

"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."

"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."

he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.

"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.

he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."

she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"

chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.

"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."

with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.

"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.

"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."

"im paying this time."

"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"

"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.

"soooo... round two?"

"christopher, i swear to god."

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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..

[norrisainz33]

celebrity crush || eo31

☆ summary: esteban gets the chance to meet his celeb crush at f175

☆ pairing: esteban ocon x famous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: bella hadid x none

☆ a/n: first esteban fic!!! if u saw me post this by accident before... no you didnt

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[interviewer 1] so esteban -- its no secret that you are a very big fan of marvel and super heroes! can we expect to see more special super hero helmets this season?

[esteban] yes!! i have some exciting special helmets!! tho i dont want to give too much away but there will be one featured this season for sure

[interviewer 2] amazing, well we can't wait to see what you're cooking up!!

[interviewer 1] while we’re on the topic... a little birdy told us that a particular hero and actress were your favorite - y/n y/l/n?

[esteban] *laughs* oui y/n may or may not be my celebrity crush. i just think she is a fantastic actress and she plays one of my favorite characters in the marvel universe

[interviewer 1] well you're in luck esteban! the same little birdy told me that she's going to be in attendance at the f175 event tonight!

[esteban] no way! well i'm really going to have to get dressed up now eh?

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lando: WHAT

estebanocon: mate i know

lando: you better shoot your shot

estebanocon: that’s the plan!

lando: i’m fairly certain lewis knows her…. let me see what i can do 😉

estebanocon: 😮

lance_stroll: now is your time to shine

estebanocon: wish me luck mon ami

olliebearman: **and for our livery reveal

estebanocon: well of course

haasf1team: our intel says she was invited by alpine (🤢) because of their owners. she'll be sat 2 tables away from us if my seating chart is accurate

estebanocon: admin you are my HERO

haasf1team: you’re our hero estie

abbipulling: if you don't catch her im going to be disappointed

estebanocon: going to try my hardest!

teamestebanocon: good luck boss man

estebanocon: ❤️

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user1: LONDON?!

user2: are you in london bc they’re making you the new queen? or…..

lando: my friend esteban ocon would give you a car if they don’t let you keep that one

teamestebanocon: my friend esteban ocon saved some cats from a burning building today and let me borrow his ferrari. i’m sure you could borrow his car too

user3: mother mother mother

estebanocon: 😍 looking forward to seeing you at the o2 later!

haasf1team: we can’t get you an alpine but we can get you some paddock passes to attend a race with a superior team 🫣

ynuser: hmmm is the monaco gp on the table?

haasf1team: OMG

haasf1team: sorry… i mean yes! any gp is on the table!

lewishamilton: and this is how i find out you're coming tonight?

ynuser: surpriseeee!!!! hehe sorry lewy. ive been so busy i forgot to reach out

lewishamilton: all good y/n! i'm looking forward to seeing you. p.s. i promised one of my fellow drivers that i'd introduce you to someone so be ready

ynuser: cryptic but fair. are they cute at least 👀

lewishamilton: i'll let you decide that one for yourself

user4: ok she’s a car girl now?

yourbff: no no get a pink lambo baby not this white alpine nonsense

ynuser: you're so right

zendaya: pleaseeeee come visit tom and i tomorrow

ynuser: done and done. i miss you both more than anything in the whole world

user5: i’ll buy whatever it is you’re selling

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f1gossip: marvel superstar and fashion icon, y/n y/l/n, has graced the f175 red carpet! its said that she's here at the request of her costar/alpine investor. we wouldn't be properly reporting if we didn't also tell you that she was spotted talking with lando norris and esteban ocon after lewis hamilton appeared to introduce his fellow drivers to his superstar friend. esteban has publicly said on multiple occasions that y/n is his celebrity crush - could our very own esteban have shot his shot? we'll keep you updated if we hear anymore.

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ynfan1: WHO THAT IN THE MIDDLE SLIDE

ynfan2: no fr.... im looking.....respectfully....... should i get into f1?

user31: pls look away this is a family affair

user1: my two worlds colliding

user12: KJFGHJFGHKJDFGNKJNFG

user2: well thank goodness you stayed calm

user8: so what im learning from this is if i talk about my crush enough,,, i'll get to meet them

user12: the all brown leather is serving so hard its insane

user13: they should just put her on stage instead of the cars.. i'd rather watch that

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ynuser: what a wonderful weekend in london

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tatemcrae: you’re a literal goddess

ynuser: you're the literal love of my life

user4: mamacita

f1: always great to see you! [liked by ynuser]

user31: WHO gave you those flowers? quick esteban look away

user2: maybe it WAS esteban who gave her the flowers!!

user8: didnt they like just meet like 72 hours ago?

user2: yes but like they could have hit it off!!!

user31: ya know what user2..... maybe you're on to something

user8: y'all can't be normal abt nothin huh

ynfan: who is esteban?

user9: oh boy

estebanocon: was a pleasure meeting you!

ynuser: right back at you! 🌹

user2: omg she responded someone check on estie

user10: oh that last slide feels intentional...the black and red like haas.....noticing things......

lewishamilton: missed you my friend

ynuser: missed you more lew

user5: looks like im getting into f1 now

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user1: i promise whatever the person who is getting to take you out is offering,,,, i can do one better 😭😭😭😭

lando: 👀

ynuser: 🤨

user14: pls just one chance 😫

estebanocon: mon dieu you looked incredible tonight. thank you for a wonderful evening y/n/n

ynuser: thank you esteban! you looked quite handsome yourself

ynuser: let me know if this is too much but… i’d really like to keep seeing you

estebanocon: too much?? don’t be silly y/n. i’d love nothing more

ynuser: thank god - i was a bit nervous you wouldn’t be interested

estebanocon: have you not seen the multiple interviews of me publicly crushing on you? 😅😅😅😅

ynuser: hahahaa i have but still

estebanocon: no buts

estebanocon: wanna come watch me race in melbourne?

yourbff: what is this????? details immediately???

ynuser: you know how i went to that f1 event? well one of the vroom vroom guys was confident enough to ask me to grab drinks and he just was so incredibly handsome so i said yes…. and then at drinks he bewitched me with his french charm and now we went to dinner and i think i might like him like him

yourbff: you know what … i think being a wag suits you honestly

user22: feeling like montoya rn

tatemcrae: PAUSE! are you on a date?

ynuser: yes

tatemcrae: CALL ME RN

user25: idk how to bounce back from this ill be fr

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user4: chat we’ve lost her

tatemcrae: i can't believe this

ynuser: neither can i ... honestly i never thought the day would come where i found a partner that was willing to put up with all the craziness that i bring to the table but he's so incredible

tatemcrae: literally could cry rn. i am endlessly happy for you y/n!!! you deserve nothing but happiness

user2: AUSGP YOURE GOING TO THE AUSGP I JUST KNOW IT

lewishamilton: roscoe is wondering where his thank you treats are for making this happen

ynuser: roscoe or you?

lewishamilton: both

ynuser: i'll bring them to the paddock 😉

user19: adding melbourne to my bucket list rn

estebanocon: oh mon ange, we are in soft launch territory now?

ynuser: yes! you said that was ok? 😫�� i can take it down!!!

estebanocon: yes mon amor! just teasing you 😘

user31: you can't tell me thats not esteban ocon omg

lance_stroll: was wonderful to meet you this evening!

ynuser: it was a pleasure meeting you!!! let's hang out more xxoo

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ynuser: oh but you've got a sports car

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user2: is this supposed to be a soft launch bc you ain't slick girl ik that’s esteban’s car

tatemcrae: while you drive it real far 😉

lando: uhhh hey... while you're here.....

ynuser: good bye lando!

user18: literally sick with jealousy

estebanocon: ❤️

ynuser: 🤍

ynfan1: yup alright im into f1 now too

haasf1team: thanks for joining us y/n! black and red are your colors 😍

ynuser: i think so too

user24: i’d like to thank beyoncé for y/n’s appearance at the ausgp

roscoelovescoco: come to silverstones toos!! i misses yous

ynuser: anything for you my love

user43: i seriously have no one to talk to abt this and im about to crash out

user87: join f1twt and you will

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated!! lmk if you’d like more estie fics- i’ve noticed he doesn’t get a lot of love on here 🫶🏻

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[cowboymatt]

in which: you wanted to make some mac and cheese but one thing lead to another and you can’t stop looking at your best friend in a rather non friendly way.

warnings: bsf!chris x reader, hyperfixation on chris’ teeth/smile, allusions to a make out, kissing…

notes: this was requested by anon!! here.

wc: 1.3k

𝓐fter a long day of hanging out with chris and his brothers, nick and matt called it quits about fifteen minutes ago, each heading to their bedrooms. which ultimately, left you and chris alone. you both tended to be the most energetic out of the group, though that dynamic was quick to change whenever it was just the two of you. the air became hesitant almost. like you didn't know how to work off of each other's energy as well as you did others.

after a long beat of silence, you got up out of your seat on the couch, and headed towards the kitchen. your stomach was starting to feel empty, it was almost like you were nervous, and it didn't make sense because why were you nervous? chris was your best friend. "i'm gonna go make some mac and cheese, want some?"

chris turned and looked over the back of the couch, looking like he was thinking a little too hard about it. he eventually concluded looking back at the tv, "nah, i'm good."

you pulled the mac and cheese box from out of the cupboard, following the instructions that were already engraved in your head at this point. it was a simple recipe. everything was going fine, you found the pot, and filled it with water, but when you went to ignite the stove, the flame wouldn't start. immediately you call for the only person up at the moment who could help,

"chris! how do you work this fucking thing?!"

he unwillingly pulled himself off of the couch and walked over to the stove, shrugging his shoulders, "i don't know, your guess is as good as mine."

"you mean you don't know how to work your own stove?" you asked with disbelief, and a slight hint of disappointment. how long has he lived here? and still didn't know how to work his own stove?

"what? you think i cook?" he said furrowing his eyebrows at you, and breaking out one of his breath taking smiles.

he seemed to find the situation really funny, but you just couldn't look away from his smile. you never could. there was always something about the way it just lit up his face that made your heart pump slightly faster. you were very aware that he was your best friend, but sometimes when he smiled like that, you just wish there could be more.

"you know your teeth are very pretty." you were so engulfed with his smile that you didn't realize those words actually left your mouth. not until you noticed his reaction. he was completely taken aback, unknowing on how you just said something like that to him.

chris replied with a questioning "thanks?"

there was an awkward beat of silence before you attempted to explain yourself, "no, seriously everytime i see you smile i'm like woah," you paused thinking real hard about what you had just said, "is that weird?"

he thought about that sentence for a second then replied with, "coming from you? kinda."

"what do you mean 'coming from me'?" you knew exactly what he meant though. the two of you have been best friends for the longest time. so it was very out of pocket for you to mention how pretty his teeth looked, especially when it was just you and him like this. it felt too intimate for him and it scared him a little bit.

"i don't know," he took an exaggerated pause, then continued with the same shit he had just said, "yeah... i don't know."

the awkwardness only grew from there so you tried your hardest to make the atmosphere more lighthearted. "so im not allowed tell you that you have a pretty smile?" you accused him.

"i don't know!"

these "i don't know" answers were starting to push your buttons. why wasn't he just answering the questions? "so... what do you know?"

"i don't know." but instead of making you more agitated, he smiled once again. it just made you fall for it even more. you knew that he was doing it on purpose now and that he was doing it to mess with you.

"stop smiling like that! i'm gonna knock your teeth out!" you joked, grabbed a serving spoon that you got out earlier for the mac and cheese, aiming it at chris as you threatened him. he knew you were messing with him and he honestly found it cute.

his next sentence shocked you the most, not understanding what he meant by, "and what if i wanted that? then what? will you knock my teeth out?" he added on some kind of playful tone to his words, almost like he was mocking you. did he want you to knock his teeth out? was there some kind of hidden metaphor? what could that possibly mean?

you said the first thing that came to your mind, now heavily concerned with where this conversation was going. "i'd tell you that you're crazy and need your head screwed on tighter." without thinking, you rustled your hands through his hair jokingly.

there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, and his hands suddenly slid onto to your sides. the touch completely shocked you, as he slowly pulled you closer to him, and you surprisingly let him. so close you could see all his little freckles scattered across his nose, along with his pretty blue eyes. and not to mention, the smirk now plastered across his face as he said, "but i don't think i'm crazy."

instantly you felt one of his hands move up to hold the side of your face, watching as you reacted to every little thing he did. your eyes were wide, and a faint smile was forming on your face. every spot his hand touched felt like it had been ignited. it was confusing how he was making you feel like this. he was your best friend, so why did you guys have less than three inches between you two?

standing there, mentally unable to initiate anything, you decided to leave it up to him. but it ended up happening so quick and his lips were perfectly pressed against yours. his hand slid behind to the nape of your neck as he got more and more into the kiss.

it didn't take long for you to realize that you both worked surprisingly well together, it was like everything felt so right despite it seeming so wrong. how could you possibly be kissing your best friend right now?

you pulled away randomly, taking a well-needed breather. you were not entirely sure if you were going to regret this later or not, so you tried to find anything to give yourself a few seconds before anything else happened. and that's when you realized what you originally came in the kitchen to do, "my uhh... mac and cheese is waiting on me." you told him with a chuckle, adding a sarcastic frown.

you had no clue why you were doing this, especially when the only thing you wanted at the moments was to feel his hands around your waist and rustling throughout your hair. surprisingly, you also wanted a lot more than that.

"are you having doubts?" he asked, looking into your eyes, waiting for you to decide the next move this time.

"i just don't want to make a mistake, chris. i'm your best friend."

"well, let me tell you. i've been waiting for this day a lot longer than you think." he pushed a piece of hair out of your face.

you looked into his eyes, a big toothy smile coming from him and suddenly you found yourself thinking, "fuck the mac and cheese." as you carefully pulled his lips back onto yours, letting the night fade away into a perfect newfound moment between the two of you.

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a/n ! : this is my first fic on here!! lmk what you think? im aware its not the best thing you’ve ever read… it’s definitely not the best thing ive ever written either 😭

also… i’m sorry, but i wouldn’t expect a smutty part two or wtv bc i can’t write smut 🥲 (shocker :D)

[tan1shere]

Heyyyyyyy could YOU please PLEASE do one where Billie tells the reader how to touch herself, while Billie is on tour?!!?

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Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: coming righttttt up, hope you like it 😊

Warnings: smut, phone sex ?? Masterbating - think thats it !

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It was lonely here all alone. Finding little jobs and activities to do to fill in time. Whenever you weren't working, yourself. Your girlfriend, Billie was currently on her HMHAS tour. And you haven't seen her in days. Truth be told you missed her like crazy. Her presence. Her voice. Her touch..

Which led to the next feeling you missed. Ovulation was no joke. And you were currently facing the feral-ness of it. Even more so that she isn't here. You had been frustrated all day. And you only now realize why. You needed to touch yourself, you had to relieve this pent up tension. So as the night comes along you get into your warm, comfortable bed. Checking the time. Billie usually calls around this time.

You figure shes sleeping, she had been extra tired lately. You go to slide your hand down into your shorts, about to touch yourself. When you do, but stopping. Things aren't the same. You wanted her touch. You try to continue but nothing was feeling good right now. That caused more frustration to bubble inside you. Deciding to just sleep it away. And hope tomorrow was normal.

Next day rolls around and you still have the same feeling. Frustration and horniness. Not a great combination, the day felt longer because of it. It was a bit earlier when you got home, but thankfully Billie didn't have a show today. So she was hopefully going to answer when you call. You couldn't take it anymore you needed her help. And you needed it desperately.

You go to lay on the bed, grabbing your phone and dialing her number. She answers in seconds, causing you to grow nervous. In all the years of being with her, phone sex was the one thing you've yet to do. So ofcourse you were nervous. Would she even help you, would this be odd? "Hi baby." You hear her say, cheerfully. You smile to yourself. "Hello!" You try your hardest to not jump into things, going to try give her some hints.

"How was your day?" She then asks. You sigh, ever so lightly. "A little frustrating, good to be home though. How about yours?" - "Mine was pretty boring I've just been preparing for tomorrow's show and chilling. Why was yours frustrating my love?" You think for a moment. "Just some work and other little things, some of which I just can't fix by myself.." - "I'm sorry, anything I can do to help at all?" Yes. Phone fuck me. Was all you wanted to say but you had to play things cool. Even if your body was heating up at the thought of this happening.

"Not that I can think of, just wanted to hear your voice I missed you." She smiles to herself. "I miss you too babe." There was a small pause, you were contemplating on how you'd do this. When a small idea pops into your head. You missed her voice so much, and it sounds like you had just woke her up from a nap. Her voice was slightly raspy, a bit of her tiredness peeking through.

"Did anything else happen today?" You then ask, getting comfortable on the bed. Moving your hands just above the waistband of your underwear. You had decided to get straight into your sleepwear, just a loose night gown. Wanting to feel good as all you've been wearing lately are big t-shirts to bed. You wanted to feel hot, make this moment more sensual. "Not too much if im honest, just got my outfit for tomorrow, did some other things. Just boring stuff really." You hum in reply, moving your hand in your underwear as she speaks.

Was this wrong? It felt a little like that. Your face heats up what're you even doing. But you get pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name. "Hello? Y/n, baby. You still there?" The name made you bite your lip. "Y-yeah sorry." She chuckles. "You didn't answer my question love." "Oh, oops. What was it?" She smiles to herself again, finding you cute. Except what you were doing was far from cute and downright filthy. "I asked you how shark had been, he's behaving right?" Your hand moves lower, trying to stay focused on the conversation and her voice. "Y-yeah he's been good." You let out a quiet sigh but she hears it. "Everything ok?"

You get nervous again, how were you even going to manage this. "I'm fine.." You needed her to keep talking, and thankfully she does. "Ok, Im sure if it's anything youre just tired. I was going to talk to you about when I get back, we have a dinner with Finn on the Friday. Just thought I'd remind you incase you forgot." Your finger had been in you, slowly moving the whole time she was talking. And when you don't reply she gets more confused. "Baby, what're you doing you seem distracted." You holt your movements, trying to think of an excuse but why? You wanted to call her and ask.

Ask her to talk to you, help you. So why were you so damn nervous. "Talk to me baby." God sake her voice was so hot even when she wasn't intentionally trying. You bite your lip again trying to stop any noise that was about to escape. Mustering up some sort of strength to reply. "I'm f-fine." Was all you managed to respond with. Billie sits there in thought, when she hears another sigh. Was she catching on? She needed to be sure. "I miss you, so. So much." She was playing with fire. You don't respond again, having your eyes shut as you try to give yourself pleasure.

When it's not working you let out another sigh followed by a tiny whine. She hears that loud and clear, smirking to herself. She knew good and well what you were doing. "Can't wait to see you in a few days, get to kiss you. Hold you. Touch.. you." She chose her words evily. But she didn't stop there. A breath was to be heard. Followed by a frustrated sigh. "Let me help, baby. You sound annoyed." Another small whine left you, at the fact she was right and just overall the way she was speaking to you.

Your brows knit together, giving in and letting her. She knows now, there's no point in staying silent. "It's no good, I miss you. Your hands." She coos. "I know baby, I know. I'm just so good at touching my girl huh?" Your head rests back. "So good." You breath into the speaker. "Your fingers still inside?" You reply with a hum. "Move em." So you do just that, slowly at first. "Move your thumb, touch your clit for me." You do that, touching it then moving your thumb in a circle motion.

Everything was so still and quiet she could hear your wetness and God it was driving her nuts, she wanted to be there. To see it, to feel it. "That's it." She says encouragingly, hearing your noises as you speed up on both tactics. She could just imagine it, you touching yourself just to her speaking. "Was baby doing this the whole time I was talking?" She then says. Your cheeks grow red with heat. "I- uhm." She lets out an evil chuckle, sending tingles straight to your pussy. It was such a hot chuckle. But then again, anything she did right now was 10x hotter. "You're such a filthy girl huh?" You bite your lip yet again.

Feeling more pleasure than you had been. "Please keep talking please." You begged. Voice so needy. "Plunge deeper for me, know you can. Imagine my fingers. How deep they go. Imagine your thumb is my tongue as I swirl it around your throbbing clit." Your back arches at the thought, you needed it more than anything. "Need you so bad." A louder moan was to be heard. The fact this woman is just talking to you and you almost coat the sheets in your nectar. She felt all the power in this moment. "Go faster for me - that's a good girl." She finishes as she hears the squelching increase. Your breaths and moans mingle into one as you get closer.

"Mmm, fuck I'm so so close. Please." She laughs yet again. "So cute, still asking to cum even when I'm miles away. So incredibly good, aren't you?" Your head lulls back into the pillows again, feeling the knot almost snap. "Fuck, Billie." - "Faster baby, rub your clit. Wanna hear you squirt." Just those words alone send both of those sensations out of you, having you leak and squirt all at once. Your breath being uneven as your eyes roll back. "Good, girl. That's what I like to hear."

[adieutristana]

hellooo !! not sure if you’ve done something like this before, but i thought it woudlve been SOOO cute but also bittersweet if there was a scenario where after jinx’s attempt, the reader helps her cut off parts of her hair, and they spend the rest of the time painting each other and getting the helicopter thing all painted before the war. basically what people wanted through the timebomb cut scenes but with reader !! (plus, it would be even cuter if the reader was painting jinx’s face and there they would have their first kiss :3 THE YEARNNNN. so it’s a little angsty but overall fluff)

thank you !! (i LOVEE ur writing sm and im sorry if this is too long LOOLL)

of course! thank you for the request, and thank you for your kind words <3 i’ll do my best to do your request justice!

summary; the month leading up to the final battle.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of poor mental health, snippets instead of one story, mentions of war/combat, yearning, getting together

men dni.

the first night was the hardest.

you'd talked jinx off that ledge, convinced her to come back to your apartment with you. she'd been a mess the entire walk back, shaking like a lost kitten. lower lip trembling while she practically sunk into herself.

"i'm tired of talking," she'd said- so as much as it pained you, you didn't ask her questions. didn't try to understand where that urge was coming from. you were just there, a comforting presence for the girl in a time where she couldn't rely on herself. even if jinx feels as if life is pointless, there's no good version of her, you'll always be there for her to fall back on. that won't ever change.

you let her use your shower and given her a pair of your pajamas to change into. you gave the girl her privacy while she washed herself off, but she didn't know that you sat on the other side of the door the entire time. you couldn't bear the thought of leaving your friend alone, not after what she'd just tried to do. broken sobs were audible over running water- it crushed you.

but it's good that jinx is letting it out. if what she needs is to cry in the shower, she can do it all she pleases. even before this, you'd have done anything for her, but especially now. anything for just the possibility of seeing light return to those wide eyes.

"you can take the bed," you murmur, already bringing blankets to the floor to make yourself a space for the night. jinx is stood at the foot of your bed, still, face unmoving. but she slowly shakes her head.

"it's your bed," she replies. "i'll be fine on the floor."

"jinx, you're a guest, and you've had a... rough day. just take the bed."

she opens her mouth as if she's about to say something, but nothing comes out. the girl just sighs, and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed while you continue making your space for the night. just observing, perched on your bed. you gather a few pillows, and the 'bed' for the night is done.

turning back to jinx with the most reassuring look you can muster, you give her one last glance before cutting the lights. then pitch black, and a rustling of sheets as she settles in. the place you've made for yourself on hard wood and blankets isn't exactly comfortable, but it'll do for tonight. right now, jinx is your priority.

you lay down, letting your head hit the pillow and closing your eyes, but your mind keeps drifting back to the events of that day. jinx, stood on a ledge. grenade in her hand, deadpan stare, tear-stained cheeks. her voice with an even heavier rasp than usual, and her tone resolute. if you hadn't been there to stop her, jinx would very likely be dead right now. dead and gone.

you don't want to think about her passing, especially not like that. but the images keep flashing in your memory, and it's hard to put a stop to it. you toss, and you turn, you switch positions to try and get your body to finally succumb, but nothing.

"...are you still awake?"

you grumble a bit at the sudden whisper, but you nod- as if jinx could see you right now.

"yeah," you murmur. "what's up?"

"could you come up here?"

that catches you off guard, but maybe she just needs something. another blanket, maybe? or some white noise? you slowly stand up, gaining your bearings in the dark, before sitting on the edge. you can see the faint glow of pink that jinx's eyes carry, but beyond that, nothing.

"is something wrong?"

"no, i just... don't wanna be alone right now," she whispers, sheepish. as if she's ashamed to admit it. your heart catches in your throat, but you slowly nod. "could you just stay with me? lay down, maybe?"

"i... yeah, if that's what you want."

"mhm."

wordlessly, you lay yourself down on the bed, jinx scooting over to make room for you. it's a bit cramped- a twin, but neither of you mention that right now. she rolls over to face you, and although she doesn't make any move to touch you, or to speak, it's obvious that she's more relaxed.

just jinx, laying beside you, curled into herself while her eyes slip shut again. it's in that moment that you decide to stay awake, just until she's asleep, at least. to make sure that she's okay- nothing else (or that's what you tell yourself).

seconds go by, then minutes, and the girl's breathing begins to even out. steady and deep, in through her nose, out through her mouth. you don't move, only listen as she succumbs to slumber. in your bed, under your blankets, across from you. after she'd tried to take her life.

life is weird like that, you suppose- but you've always known your friend was a bit troubled. always cared for her, despite all of the awful things she thought of herself and all of the things she'd done. where she saw a monster, you saw a scared young woman. you've been the one constant in jinx's life who wasn't trying to get her to carry out dirty work or cause harm, just wanted to be there for her.

though now that she's asleep, you suppose you can let yourself rest too.

✧.*

by the second week, she started to settle in.

she didn't want to go back to her hideout, not after everything that had happened. it had once served as a sanctuary, but now is a physical reminder of everything- silco, isha, vi, her failed attempt on her life. every tag on the wall glaring at her as if mocking her, calling her weak. a failure.

but your apartment is devoid of that. it's a place she's seen before, but never stayed in for even a night. those nights turned into weeks, and strangely, the girl could find herself growing used to this.

it isn't easy, not by any means. still, you wake up several nights to the sound of her choked sobs, sitting up to embrace her trembling form. you whisper hushed reassurances to jinx- yes, she should be here. yes, there is a purpose for all of this, even if she can't quite see it. yes, you're here to stay, no, you won't ever leave her. you aren't doing this out of pity, you genuinely care about her and want to see her get back on her feet.

obstacles will always be there, you accepted that the moment you started calling jinx your friend. but you're here for the long run- and each day is a little easier.

you've got a bit of a routine, and it's the same every morning: you're up first. jinx usually has a harder time sleeping, so you let her rest until whenever her body's had enough. she comes stumbling into the kitchen to a box of sugar-packed cereal, a carton of milk, a spoon, and an empty bowl. you've offered to make her something a bit more substantial, but she refuses each time.

"it's almost noon," you muse, sitting down across from jinx. her shoulder-length hair is a bit tousled from sleep, though you'd been the one brushing it for her the first week. she got a handle on doing it herself within this week, but it was always after she was more... awake. "long night?"

"couldn't sleep," she murmurs, sleep still heavy in her voice. "just kinda... stayed awake, looking at the ceiling."

you quirk an eyebrow, and then hear the sound of cereal being poured.

"find anything interesting up there?"

"i wish."

you've found that jinx is starting to get a bit of her usual spunk back- that's a good sign. she isn't fully herself, though you're not sure she will be again. at least, not the jinx you know, not after everything that had happened.

but the night before, you received your first ever noise complaint, and it was because of jinx's music. while usually, you'd be irritated beyond belief, and with anyone else you might've kicked them out, you only found yourself relieved.

even though you had asked her to please turn down the stereo at least a little bit, your chest felt lighter seeing her falling back into her element. the song was some off-the-wall pop-rock tune, probably one of those underground bands she loved so much. your apartment is a place of tranquility. you eat, work, sleep, repeat.

but now you have someone with you, and it's odd. not odd in the negative, 'leave-me-alone' way, but odd in the way that you're not used to spending this much time with someone outside of your family. jinx isn't your responsibility, she's never been. but you do feel an urgency to take care of her and make sure that she's as content as she can be, at least right now. call it being a good friend.

she gulps down the now-colorful milk, then sets the bowl on your table with a subtle clink.

"that stuff never gets old."

"yeah? i'll have to get some more just for you, then," you chuckle, before taking her dishes and placing them in the sink. she's already gone through four boxes of that same cereal since being here.

"so, what's on the agenda for today?"

you pause, pursing your lips as your fingertips drum on the countertop.

"hm... nothing, really. i don't have any work to do, so we just have the day to ourselves."

you can't see her, but you can hear the girl gasp slightly. now she's more awake, and you recognize the look she gives you. that's the look that tells you you're in trouble.

"there's this junkyard i've been wanting to visit, they might have some parts i can use-" she perks up, a light grin tugging at her lips. "or, somewhere i can paint! that'd be fun, right?"

you shake your head in light amusement, but can't stop the smile that takes over your features.

"you can't be blowing stuff up in here, y'know. it's not like your place, i've got a landlord to answer to."

the girl frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. her nose scrunches a bit, huffing. ever dramatic, jinx is.

"but that's stupid-"

"tell me about it."

"come onnnn. can't we get just a few things, to keep my hands busy? no explosions."

you quirk a brow at that, leaning a bit closer over the table to really look at jinx. her expression is still tinged with mischief, but the way she's been up until now... of course you want to do something for her. not out of pity, but just a nice deed for your friend.

"you promise? no explosions at all? not even a little spark?"

"not even a spark. i promise." she hums, even extending her pinky towards you. you just scoff in response, but link your pinky with hers. now, it's official.

"alright, alright. i'll take you."

✧.*

during the third week, you realized you were catching feelings for jinx.

it's strange. you've known her for years, and you've never felt like that towards her- or have you? it's the act of realizing these feelings that throws you for a loop. you've always cared deeply for her, always wanted nothing but the best for her. you could never help the way that you worried when she got herself into yet another risky job.

but that's the way jinx is, and above all, you've never questioned or judged her. only worried for her safety. but as jinx put it-

"i'm a big girl, i can handle a few cuts and scratches."

despite said 'cuts and scratches' usually being bullet holes and stab wounds, you just had to take her word for it. she always came back in one piece, after all, but you couldn't shake the worry that one day, she wouldn't. you'd lose her. you almost did.

but there's no point in dwelling.

"i wanna cut my hair." she announces, hands on her hips. she's holding a trimmer in her hand that she got janna-knows-where (certainly not from your bathroom), her wide eyes lit with mischief.

"right now?"

"mhm, right now!" she confirms, already charging towards you and taking your arm. she links her elbow with yours to begin leading you toward the bathroom. "i can't exactly see the back of my head, so you've gotta help."

well, that doesn't leave you much choice. but you're not complaining, this might even be fun. it probably will be, knowing jinx.

by the time you're situated at the bathroom sink, stood behind the girl and looking over the shoulder-length cut she's got going on right now, she's practically bouncing on her heels. patience has never been a strength of jinx's.

"so... what do you wanna do with it?"

your fingers card through the short blue locks, ones you're so used to seeing tied in loose braids. you wouldn't admit it out loud, especially not to yourself, but the change looks good on her. beautiful, even. it illuminates her features a bit more, lets her figure be seen a little more freely. where there was once a sea of azure, it's now like a still picture of the night sky: just as stunning, but different. a good different.

"mm.. kinda wanna shave it off."

your eyes widen momentarily, but you try not to let the surprise show in your voice. "like, a buzzcut?"

"yeah, kinda! but... i wanna leave this part," she hums, twirling her bangs around her index finger. "not a full buzz."

her eyes fixed on herself in the mirror as you plug in the trimmer and it comes to life with a subtle bzzzz. you situate yourself directly behind her, then take a chunk of choppy hair- glancing back up at her through the mirror, as if to silently ask if she's sure. she just gives a slight nod, and that's all the permission you need to take off that first chunk of hair.

that falls to the floor- followed by another section, then another, as you work your way around her head. truth be told, you've never worked one of these things before, you haven't the slightest clue what you're doing. but it's getting rid of her hair, and she isn't complaining about her reflection, so you've gotta be doing something right.

seeing her new hairstyle take shape in real time is... bizarre, but sweet. it's sweet that you get to be the one to do this for her.

once you're at the final stages, right before that bit of bang she's still holding back, you make one final swipe with the trimmers before setting them down. you'll worry about the mess of blue on the floor and in the sink later. your hands tentatively find jinx's shoulders, squeezing as you see her eyes light up.

"it's... wow," she breathes out, turning her head this way and that to look at the new style. "different. definitely different."

"that it is," you hum, giving her slim shoulders a gentle squeeze. "do you like it?"

she just nods slowly, eyes still wide and curious. her lips are parted, but in the shape of a little smile. after so many years of having floor-length hair, she's bound to be a little shocked by the sight of all of it gone. truth be told, though, she looks gorgeous- she always does. you weren't sure what to expect of this haircut exactly, but a lingering feeling told you that jinx will always look beautiful. no matter what she does- she just has that effortless pull to her. plump lips, bright eyes, sweet freckles, a voice that could bring you to tears.

oh, gods. you're in deep.

"i like it," she whispers, then shakes her head. "i love it. you did a damn good job, toots."

toots? that's a new one. you just chuckle lightly, unplugging the trimmer before you turn back to face the girl. she's turned to face you, too, and it's then that you realize just how close you are. close enough to see the shadow her eyelashes cast on her cheeks, and to feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. a flush creeps up your neck faster than you can control it, but you only can hope at this point that she won't notice.

"...thank you," you manage. "i tried."

she just keeps that same smile, tilting her head a little bit in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"you're a good friend."

✧.*

during the fourth week, jinx was devising a plan.

the tensions between piltover and noxus were coming to a head. not only were people in danger, but one of those people was her sister. despite all of the spats, each argument and cruel word thrown at her, jinx loves vi. she always will, even if that love manifests itself in a rather unconventional way.

she can't just sit there and do nothing. and well, jinx loves a grand entrance.

jinx has decided to revisit her hideout, with the excuse that she has 'unfinished business' and something to do. something that she can't do in your cramped apartment. what exactly that is, she keeps a secret, but you've learned in this past month that you'll follow jinx anywhere she leads. even though you could question her, you don't feel the need to.

"hey! c'mere, would you?" she calls out over her shoulder, a wide grin on her face.

you've been laying across her tattered couch filling out some notes from a lecture you'd missed, but immediately perk up at the sound of her voice.

"yeah? what's up?"

"just come here!"

a resigned sigh escapes you, though you swing your feet around the couch anyways, padding over to whatever it is that jinx wants to show you. at the sight, though, your eyes immediately widen. it's some kind of... hot air balloon? one obviously handmade, but still intricate and impressive. paint cans lay beside it, alongside brushes and little puddles from her less-than-careful paint jobs.

"i... wow," you gasp, eyes scanning over every little detail. the teeth on top, reminiscent of isha's helmet, a mylo doll, bunny ears, the little graffiti details on the body, the wooden propeller. "you really didn't spare any details, did you?"

"i never do," she chuckles, resting her hands on her popped hips. "but i want your help."

your lips purse at this, and you let out a light huff. this isn't your area of expertise, not by a long shot.

"my help? with what?"

she quickly points to all four propellers, smirking as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"they're blank! we have to do something about that. can't have a boring hot air balloon, can i?"

you just sigh at the prospect, but kneel down beside the paint cans she's got laid out and pick up an already wet brush. the colors mix a bit, but that's in character for jinx. never pristine or perfect, just chaotic and unapologetic. there's no putting her in a box, she's just jinx. as are all of her creations.

"i suppose not," you hum, wiping excess paint on the edge of the can. "what do you want me to do?"

"whatever your heart desires," she chirps.

spontaneity has never come easily to you, not the way it does to jinx. but she's looking at you with a light in her eyes that you've missed, and she's asking for your help... you can't let the girl down. with a resigned sigh, you begin painting the bottom of one of the wooden blades. it's a mess of blue, meant to resemble the clouds that cover the greater right half of her body. do they actually look like them? debatable, but-

"are those my tattoos?!"

you have to stifle a giggle, but you quickly nod. "mhm. thought you'd appreciate that."

she skitters over to kneel beside you, and your upper arms brush together. it's only for a second, though enough to send a jolt of electricity through your body. you almost gasp, but you're able to catch yourself just in time-

"they look so good! that's perfect, you know? really makes it feel like it's ours."

ours. you like the sound of that.

you could get used to it, even.

without another word, though, she moves to the blade next to yours and starts painting her own design. continuing your own motions, you paint one swirl, then another, alternating between baby blue and azure for the outlines. the design spans the entirety of the wood with little bouts of negative space between, but it fits.

and you find our eyes drifting to what she's working on, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. cute. it's a design of constellations, a seemingly random assortment, but..

"these are the constellations that'll be out tomorrow night," she murmurs, as if she's read your mind. "i looked. something for the occasion, yeah?"

"occasion, or battle?" you laugh, setting your own paintbrush down.

"does it matter?" she gently elbows your side, eliciting a bout of laughter. "potato, potahto... all the same thing."

within another few minutes, she finishes the design- it's beautiful. unorthodox, but gorgeous in that way that's so her. she then takes a step back beside you to examine your work, side-by-side, and although the designs are vastly different, they compliment each other well. kind of like the pair of you.

"you keep outdoing yourself, y'know? this is great."

"i.. thanks-" then in one fell swoop, you're pulled into a tight side-hug, jinx grinning ear-to-ear. that adorable tooth gap of hers on full display while she gazes at you with pure joy.

it catches you completely off guard, the same familiar flush returning to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, but you can't rationalize how long you've been wanting this.

slowly, carefully, your arms find their way around jinx's waist, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"we make a damn good team, dont'cha think?"

"yeah, we do."

✧.*

the battle is already underway.

the two of you have settled in jinx's hideout, the hot air balloon ready for use after much careful tweaking and maintenance. jinx has already thrown together something new to wear- a shark hood she'd stitched together, gauze around her chest (eerily similar to her sister's- sweet, but you won't mention it), tight pants with hip windows... she really does have a flair for the dramatics.

you wouldn't have jinx any other way.

even from the undercity, faint explosions and gunshots ringing can be heard. it's nothing out of the ordinary in zaun, but this is something much bigger than yourselves. it's almost time, but jinx approaches you with a slim paintbrush and a box of brightly colored paints, smiling ear-to-ear.

"what's all this for?"

she wrinkles her nose, and tilts her head. "painting? duh."

"yeah, i got that. painting what?"

then jinx's grin widens, if that's even possible, and she steps closer, closer, until your hips are almost in contact.

"each other!"

you're not sure you'd heard jinx right, but the way she immediately uncaps one of the paint bottles and dips the brush into bright purple, lifting it toward your bare bicep- she's absolutely serious. though you don't flinch, you don't turn away, you just... hold your breath, and let jinx paint you. her calloused fingertip brushes over a corner to clean it up, sending a shiver up your spine.

you look down, and it's a small iteration of her monkey bomb. cute.

"looks pretty good, if i say so," she hums, stepping back to cap the bottle. the girl then gestures with her head toward the box, her brows raised in that playful way she wears so well. "your turn, toots."

there's a moment of hesitation, though you find yourself stooping beside the box to look through the colors. brightly colored acrylic, each color just as appealing as the next.. but you'll take a sunshine yellow for now. slowly, you make your way back to jinx, dipping the paintbrush in.

"alright, stay still..." you mutter, using one hand to steady her, on her collarbone. she swallows, taking a sharp breath in, but nods. she'd just been so confident, but something is clearly disturbing that. you won't press, though, truth be told- you're nervous yourself.

she's right there. she's right in front of you, asking you to paint on her. trusting you to touch her, even if it's completely innocent. the fact she's willing to share the moment before something as monumental as a battle with you shouldn't mean this much to you, you don't think- but gods, it does. you don't know what you've done to earn the kindness of someone like jinx, someone who you care for so deeply.

"y-yeah, i'm still."

the other grips the paintbrush as you slowly paint a star on her upper arm, then pause- your gaze flits back up to her face, and it lingers. there's the faintest hint of a flush dusting her pale cheeks, her lips pressed into a thin line. her chest is heaving the slightest bit- if you were any closer, you'd swear you could hear the rapid thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat.

and her eyes look into your own. it's as if time pauses in that moment- just you and jinx. the pink hue of her irises boring into yours, her slack lips pursing, her breath held all of a sudden. neither of you speak, neither of you move, only look.

then the girl surges forward, and her lips connect with yours.

your eyes widen in shock- is this actually happening? jinx, your closest friend, kissing you? though you don't have time to process, your arms wrap around the girl's bare waist as if instinct. her hands come to rest on your shoulders as your lips move together in tandem. uncoordinated, a bit clumsy, but somehow so right.

her hands squeeze at your shoulders a bit, then she hums into the kiss, pulling you that slightest bit closer. you can only manage to sigh as you lean into her embrace.

after another moment, she pulls back, pressing her forehead to yours.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time," she whispers.

'how long?' you want to ask, but that doesn't come out.

"i have too."

then she laughs, really, genuinely laughs, her shoulders shaking, and just shakes her head.

"come on, let's finish up so we can get out there."

[1yr4sp10d3]

Hey! I saw you post for requests and I shall respond. I have no idea if you do Cecil x reader but I’ll leave this here for you to decide. Can I request dabbles or hc’s of Cecil x wife!reader who’s shy as heck and some domestic yet romantic things he does with her, please? Some examples would be slow dancing or some soft affection/intimacy(swf) and anything else you can think of!

grr grrr i need to eat this old man bro u don’t understand 😈

I’ve seen a lot of things saying he’s southern but just lost his accent working for the GDA and I totally agree (he kinda reminds me of phillip graves if that makes sense)

So he’d totally have like southern vibes

Fixing stuff around the house when he’s home, cooking and stuff

Dare I say he barbecues??

I think he’d prefer quiet dates at home since his life is so hectic most of the time

candle light dinner dates where he cooks for you both

Continuing with the southern thing, i feel like he’d make recipes from his childhood, roasts and different chilis and pot pies and LOTS of potatoes (baked, fried, scalloped, mashed, all the kinds of potatoes)

Slow dancing in the candle light after diner 😣🤭🤭

I feel like he’d have a nice house in the countryside to come home to after a long day, coming home to you.

It’d be a very domestic thing, i feel like he’d like the simplicity of it with his work life and all that

I don’t think many people would know about you except maybe donald

and that’s a maybe

he’d want to keep you a secret, not only to keep you safe from all the stuff he deals with at work but also because you’re his

not in a controlling way, but like you’re his, not anyone else’s, and he wants to shield you from the things he deals with on a day to day basis

you wouldn’t work, and it’s not like you’d need to with the money he brings in

not that you mind it. staying at home is nice. It’s simple, and it’s a constant. for both of you

even with all the crazy shit he deals with at work, he knows he’ll always come home to you

He doesn’t want you to deal with all the stuff that has to do with his job, like i already said

He wouldn’t want you to be in danger, and he knows you’d prefer it like that anyway. would prefer to be away from all that chaos and have the only thing you worry about during the day be if you have enough flour to make the sweet bread you wanted

wouldnt want you to be hurt at all. the most pain he’d ever want you to go through is a playful bite on the collarbone that makes you giggle and blush, pushing your face into his shoulder.

he’d be pretty protective, but not in a controlling way, like i said earlier

Sure, he likes it simple like that, but if you didn’t like it like that, he wouldn’t force you to. whatever you want, you get.

a/n: I hope this made sense 😭😭 i was just kinda yapping. ig that’s what hcs usually are, though. if you submitted a request, i promise im working on getting them done, but ive got like 21 just in my asks and like another 15 in my replies, and thats gonna take a while to finish 🙏🙏 but ill try my hardest. not complaining tho, i appreciate the asks bc i literally wouldn’t know what to write without them

[c4tluver02]

sunshine and waves !

wc: 1.7

Summary: You, Steve, and the group go to the beach. The water is freezing and the kids are annoying but it's the best day ever!!!

Warnings: none! basically tooth- rotting fluff!!!!

a/n: haii im back!! i need to get back into my groove so this is similar to a fic ive written before but this ones better xoxo!!!!

The alarm makes a blaring sound, forcing you to wake up. Today you, Steve, and the group were all going to the beach. Unfortunately the beach is 3 hours away so that means waking up early, like right as the sun rises early. 

Despite being tired you were so excited to see Steve. Today was gonna be a perfect summer day with all the people you love around you. It was enough to get anyone up. You start getting ready until you hear Steve’s loud horn honk at you from the street. If you had to guess the kids were already on his nerves. His horn makes you run out the house, not trying to make everyone late. 

“Hi baby” Steve says with a smile, so happy to see you. 

“Hi my love!” You reply as you put your seatbelt on.The passenger seat was already open for you. It is your designated seat after all. Once you two started dating Steve didn't let anyone but you sit in the front seat.  

You hear all the kids groan at your guys' pet names. They are always quick to shut anything down, even just saying hello. 

“Is the rest of the group gonna meet us there?” You ask as we couldn't all fit in Steve's car.

“Yea Jonathan drove them. But of course we were stuck with the kids. Because who else would be the babysitter!” Steve sighs dramatically. They may have only been driving for 15 minutes and they may have annoyed him the whole time but Steve could never hate spending time with the kids. He secretly adores it even if he says he doesn't

“Cheer up Stevie I promise you an hour in they will all be passed out.” You tell him smiling, trying to make light of the situation. 

“Oh yea like you wont be passed out with them?” He says back to you with a smirk. He knows how you are on road trips, especially early morning ones. 

You roll your eyes as you get comfortable for the long drive ahead of you.

-

Like Steve said, you were all passed out the first 30 minutes of the drive. But luckily for Steve you woke up about an hour before you guys made it to the beach, allowing a flow of conversation that the kids wouldn't interrupt. 

“Okay you wanna wake up the kids and I'll get the stuff out the trunk?” Steve asked you as he got out of the car. 

It was little mundane moments like this that almost stopped your heart. His sentences sounded so domestic. You couldn't help but think about Steve as a dad and saying that to you. Despite not having kids you both already have your roles figured out. 

“Okay got it.” You say with a slight blush. 

You gently nudge Max's leg not wanting to scare her. She wakes up which in turn wakes the rest of them up. It wasn't the world's hardest task that Steve gave you but it was enough time for them to all fully wake up and get out. By then Steve had done his part of the job.

“Ok Dustin you hold the blankets, Mike you hold a chair, Lucus you hold this other chair.” Steve says, pointing at things for the boys to hold. 

“Why do we have to hold stuff and not you guys?” Mike asked in his typical sassy tone.

“First of all i'm holding the cooler, second of all do you have no manners Wheeler? Now man up and hold a chair.” Steve huffs as he rolls his eyes. You only just got here and he's already had to shut something down. 

There is a part of Steve in that moment that thought this might have been better if it was just the adults, or better yet just the two of you. But he knows despite these little disagreements today will be fun. 

You grab his hand, taking him out of his head. “Do you need me to grab anything?” You say just loud enough for him to hear.

“No honey it's ok we all got it.” He responds by kissing your cheek. You're already feeling sweat on the nape of your neck. 

All of you walk down as you see Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all setting up. 

“Wow i dont think ive ever seen Robin do physical labor in my life!” Steve says laughing.

Robin sticks her finger up at him, not giving his joke the time of day. Nancy and Jonathan sit down in their chairs as the kids unpack what was in Steve's car.

“Ok sunscreen time!” You yell not letting any of them get away before they all forget. 

Of course they all sigh wanting to just go out into the water already, but they oblige and do what you ask with no whining. 

“How do you get them to just do what you say?” Nancy asks.

“Oh, um, I don't really know? They just never really put up a fight with me.” You reply wishing you had a better answer for her.

“You must be special. I think because I'm Mike's big sister they all see me that way and love to go against whatever I say.” Nancy says playfully, shaking her head.

You giggle at her statement but Steve overheard the conversation. He can't help but think about what a great mother you would be. If only you two knew that you both have these thoughts about each other. The thing is your relationship is still on the newer side. Only dating around 6 months Steve thinks talking about kids together would just scare you away. 

“Steve, when are you thinking of going in the water?” You ask, trying to decide whether you want to sunbathe and read your book or go in since you're hot. 

“Hmmm we can go right now if you want?” He replies.

“Okay let's go.” You say getting up and taking your dress off. Steve has big heart eyes. You're absolutely gorgeous. 

He gets up and takes his shirt off to then give you a million little kisses all over your face. You giggle until he finally reaches your lips for a nice kiss.

 “You're so pretty. Have I ever told you that?” Steve asks with a head tilt.

“Maybe once or twice but you know it never really hurts to hear.” You say with a shrug but your smile gives you away. 

Steve grabs your hand and pulls you toward the ocean. “Wait.” You say

“What? What's wrong?” Steve is already in panic mode, did something happen from the time you were on the sand to the water? 

“It's really cold.” You say with a shiver and start backing up.

Steve lets a sigh he had held in. He should have known you would say that.

“Nope you cannot back out now, we're already here!” 

“But, but I just…. Maybe I'm not hot enough yet!” You say trying to reason with him. The thought of even going as deep as thigh level makes your skin rise in goosebumps. 

“Oh wait, look , they are waving at us!” Steve points over to your area. You turn around to look.

“No they aren- AHH!” Steve had picked you up bridal style. 

“Steve, please dont. It's so cold you're gonna be cold too just think about it!” You yell but ultimately nothing is stopping him and you come to the beach to swim. He walks into the water at a slow pace.

“See I'm fine! Once you get in it will feel warm I promise.��

You look at Steve with an unknowing look. You don't know if you trust what he said but he said it so kindly that you almost want to believe him. You dip your foot down so you can feel the water. It’s still as cold as when you first walked on the beach but you decide to fully go for it. Allowing Steve to let you down, you are now calf level with the water. 

You let out a blow of air as the cold shocks you. “See not bad! And it will only get warmer.” He says going deeper and faster now that you're not in his arms. 

“Yea it will only get warmer because all these kids are peeing in it.” You say with an annoyed tone that he was somewhat right. You are getting used to the water the longer you stand in it. 

After going in and splashing each other you decide it's now time to relax. The kids are still swimming around, Nancy and Jonathan are by the ice cream truck, and Robin and Eddie are building a sand castle. Now is the perfect time to sleep. 

You and Steve walk up and he starts drying himself off with a towel. You realize that he doesn't need to as the sun will do it in a matter of minutes but you decide not to bother him about it. You instead crawl onto the blanket, reaching into your bag to get your book and you feel a slap on your butt. 

“Steve! There are kids!” You whisper shout at him, eyes wide even though he just has a big smile on his face as he's gigging. 

“What? You had sand on your ass! I was just trying to help.” He says it like it was a fact. 

You start to laugh because he's laughing, the whole situation is too silly to stay mad at. You both finally lay on the towels and you open your book. It's a perfect one for this occasion and before you get through your first page Steve asks-

“Baby could you read outloud?” Steve asks in a soft tone. You can tell he's tired. He was the one who got up earlier than any of us and didn't take a nap on the drive here. Reading to him will always calm him down. 

“Of course my love.” You say in a warm tone, happy to be where you are at, in this very moment. You start reading aloud and you can see Steve get comfortable and close his eyes. He looks so pretty. But it's only a matter of minutes later that the kids come back. They simply don't know how to be quiet and now there's no nap for Steve. But again he can't stay mad at them.

[libingan]

period sex with ghost???? sign me tf up!!!! it’s been such a long time since i last wrote any fanfiction, so forgive me if it’s dogshit im just rusty

a loud groan escapes you as you doubled over, another wave of pain rolling through your lower abdomen. pressing a hand against your stomach, you feel the familiar dull ache that had become a monthly companion.

they weren’t that bad earlier in the day, but by the afternoon, that faint discomfort had transformed into sharp, persistent stabs that made it difficult to concentrate on literally anything else.

you’ve tried pain killers, heating pads, every distraction you could think of, but even the slightest of movements exacerbated the cramps, sending jolts of pain through your body.

simon, your loving boyfriend, had been trying his goddamned hardest to help you through this. eventually, after one particularly bad outburst from you — which he won’t hold against you, you were in pain — he opted to stay still, letting you cuddle up against him as you groaned out in pain.

unbeknownst to you, simon had been on his phone, searching up more ways he could ease your suffering. he scrolls through each website, seeing the same results over and over and over again.

that is, until, he sees the words ‘an orgasm can alleviate menstrual cramps’ on his screen. for a moment, simon just… stares at his phone. he’s not against the idea, but considering your earlier outburst, he’s unsure of how he’s going to bring it up.

in the end, he decides with a simple ‘fuck it’ and speaks, “says here orgasms can help relieve your cramps,”

you blink up at him in surprise, knowing the implications behind your lover’s words. “does it?”

“yeah, it does.” he flips the phone over to show you his screen, letting you read the article yourself.

something about endorphins… “feel good” chemicals… natural pain relief…

“…we’ll make a mess.” you say.

“i’ll get a towel.” simon replies.

“don’t you think this is… well, gross? i mean, it’s blood…”

“is that a serious question?” simon asks with an incredulous expression, raising a brow at you.

upon seeing your embarrassed expression, simon lets out a sigh, placing his phone done on the nightstand. “listen, love, if you don’t want to, and you think this is gross, we don’t have to do it. all im saying is that im more than willing to help you out.”

you let out a sigh of your own, biting the inside of your cheek as you mull over simon’s suggestion. your cramps hurt like hell, and if orgasms really do help…

“i’ll try anything once, i guess…” you mumble, and simon wordlessly gets off the bed to grab two towels from the closet.

simon spreads both towels on the bed, on top of each other, beckoning you to lay on it. “took two, just in case one isn’t enough.” he explains, crawling over to you.

“are you sure this is okay with you, si?” you ask, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. simon instinctively leans into the palm of your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “should be askin’ you that, lovie. this okay with you?”

“if it helps get rid of these damn cramps, fuck yes.”

that’s all it takes for simon to lean in, one hand slipping behind your nape to pull you into a deep kiss. his free hand slides downwards, tugging at the hem of your shirt, eager to slip it off. the two of you pull away from each other to make quick work of discarding your clothing and throwing them to the floor… or wherever they end up landing.

simon takes a moment to appreciate your body, eyes raking up and down, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick his lips. he gently grabs onto your thighs, pulling them apart to leave more space for him to settle in between. “gonna take these off, okay?” he says, hands moving to toy with the waistband of your panties.

“okay, okay, take them off,” you mutter, legs instinctively shutting the moment you’re left bare. simon clicks his tongue at that, pushing your thighs apart once more. “you hidin’ this pretty pussy from me?”

he gazes down at your cunt, feeling a rush of heat flow through his veins and straight to his cock. simon lets out a low groan, parting your lips apart to expose your sensitive bud.

simon wastes no time and dives right into it, licking a flat stripe on your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. he revels in the way your legs twitch, the breathy whines that leave your lips.

“simon… simon, oh…” you moan, hands tangling in his blonde hair, holding his head down. this only encourages simon, wrapping his lips around your clit, lightly sucking on it.

he keeps his eyes focused on you the entire time, watching the way your chest heaves and how your back arches into a perfect bow. the sight of you completely lost in the pleasure has his cock throbbing and he can’t resist grinding against the sheets with a few grunts.

simon knows you’re close with the way your legs start clamping down his head and how your hands tighten around his hair. he places a quick kiss to your clit before pulling away, eyes gleaming with his desire and need for you.

a needy, high-pitched whine escapes your lips, but simon softly shushes you, promising a world of pleasure if you behaved. “be patient, love, gonna give you what you want in a bit.”

he reaches out to the nightstand, opening a drawer to take out a condom. simon quickly rips the wrapper with his teeth, hastily rolling the rubber around his cock.

with a careful hand, he brings his hand down to grab the string of your tampon, slowly pulling it out of you.

“jesus…” you muttered, face scrunched up in disgust as simon grabs a few pulls of tissue paper, wrapping it around the tampon and tossing it somewhere he can’t really be bothered to care about.

“simon! if that stains our carpet, i swear to god…”

“i’ll clean it up later, damn it…” simon grumbles, one hand grasping his cock as he positions himself against your entrance. “you ready?”

you sigh, wrapping your legs around simon’s waist. he takes that as a sign to keep going, slowly pushing his dick into you.

“jesus, fuck…” he curses, hissing as your warm walls envelop his cock so deliciously. “so fuckin’ tight…” simon murmurs, leaning towards you, lips finding their way to your neck.

once he bottoms out, simon takes a moment to enjoy the feel of you around him. “feels so good ‘round me, love,” he whispers, nibbling gently on the sensitive skin on your neck.

“move, si,” you nudged him, and simon wordlessly obeys.

he starts off with slow, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to his size before gradually picking up the pace.

simon glances down, admiring the red ring around the base of his dick, the blood staining your labia and a bit on the inside of your thighs. a low groan escapes him at the sight, hands holding onto your hips as he readjusts himself, fucking deeper into your cunt.

“makin’ a bloody mess on my cock, love… literally…” he teasingly whispers. you had half the mind to smack him for making such a joke, but with the way his cock fills up your pussy so snugly, you can’t find it in yourself to do so.

“s-si! feels—feels s’good!” you mewled, head thrown back in pleasure, your hands twisting around the sheets below. sex with simon is always good, but right now? you feel like a virgin being touched for the very first time.

simon reaches down to draw circles on your clit with his thumb, groaning as your gummy walls clench down on his cock. “y-yeah? you gonna come for me, love?”

“yes, yes, yes, please-!” you moan out, eyes squeezed shut. the additional stimulation on your already sensitive nub brings you closer to edge, and you’re damn sure simon can tell, especially with how your sounds seemed to have increased in volume.

“come, let go for me,” simon pants, his own orgasm fast approaching. “come on, love, come on,” he coos, his hips stuttering as he circles his thumb faster.

that’s all it takes for you to tip over the edge, eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth hanging open as a loud moan erupts from your throat. your walls clamp down so tightly on simon’s cock, drawing his release out of him.

simon gently takes his hand away from your clit before laying on top of you, crushing you with his weight.

“how do you feel? still cramping?” he asks, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“no,” you reply, lifting a hand to gently scratch simon’s back, “thank you,”

no words are exchanged after that. just you and simon basking in the afterglow. that is, until, you remember the fact that you’re still on your period.

“you’re cleaning everything up, simon. this was your idea.”

simon pulls away, exhaling a heavy sigh. “yes, ma’am,”

[sadslay]

- NEED YOU ⋆☆ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings - inspired by, mentions of scars & blood, nsfw content, this is short im so sorry

the first time you saw abby was when her and her people came to the seattle claiming to be fireflies. you had only heard whispers about the group, but no more then a week later abby was sitting in your waiting room with a bloodied face and fists. when you called her in she sat down quietly with her hands gripping onto the bed. the first thing abbys eyes stared at was the scar sitting in the base of your neck.

“abigail right?” you asked, beginning to gather what supplies you needed to clean her cuts.

“just abby.” she corrected, watching you closely as you spun back around with some clean water and a rag.

you knew exactly what brought abby here. an hour or so earlier there was an altercation with one of the young soldiers and it resulted in them getting up on medical leave while abby only came out with a few cuts and some bloodied knuckles. although you didn’t know the exact reason as to why abby lashed out, you were able to put together the pieces. from what you had read on her file and what you had heard around the base, abby was a fifteen year old ex-firefly that had recently just lost her father. you knew what headspace abby was in right now and it was not something that could be ignored.

“how long have you been at the base for?” you asked, fully knowing she had been here for nine days.

abby sat in silence as you cleaned the sticky drying blood from her left eyebrow before quietly replying, “just over a week.”

once you had cleaned the blood you were able to see the small cut running through the end of her eyebrow. lucky for her, it didn’t need stitches only a bit of medical tape to prevent infection. the silence between you and abby was heavy but surprisingly not awkward.

as you taped up her eyebrow, she asked, “i don’t need stitches?”

you shook your hear as you grabbed a near by cloth to begin cleaning the cut on top of her cheek. “no.” you spoke softly. “but your cheek’ll need stitches.

the rest of her visit she didn’t talk. you told her that the stitches were not dissolvable so she would have to come in a weeks time to get them removed and at the end of it all, she quietly thanks you and left swiftly.

⋆☆

carefully removing her stitches with a pair of tweezers and surgical pliers, you put all your focus into making the whole process as pain free as possible. you had noticed abby fiddling with her hands, most likely to keep herself distracted, and you could feel her eyes lingering on the base of your neck. no doubt she was intrigued by your scar, just about everyone was, but abby was different. abby hadn't once asked about your scar or looked at it in a disgruntled or disgusted way, in fact she rarely looked at it, but when abby did, she looked at it with intrigue.

"did you pick a job yet?" you asked quietly, managing to pull her eyes away from your neck.

"no." she replied quietly. "the job i wanted was taken." she added, the disappointment in her voice was so clearly evident.

you removed the last stitch, allowing abby to take in a deep breath as you put your tools down on a near by table. "n'what job was that?" you questioned.

“anythin’ in medical.” she shrugged as you began to clean your station. you let out a soft chuckle as you peeled off your rubber gloves making abbys eyebrows furrow. “whats so funny?”

you weakly shrugged as you turned back to abby, subtly assessing her face to see if she needed a cover while it continued to heal. “just didn’t expect that from you.” you mumbled, beginning to gather a small amount of medical tape to cover the cut on her cheek. “thought you’d wanna be a solider.”

abby scoffed. “just cause i’ve gotten into a few fights?” she asked as a smirk began to ghost over her lips.

gently applying the medical tape to her - mostly - healed cut you tried your hardest not to smile. “well yeah, ‘nd from the looks of it you can throw a good punch.” abby grinned, clearly proud of herself. “i treated her ya know?”

“you put her medical leave?” abby asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched you closely while you began to pack up your station.

“god no.” you chuffed. “i’ve sent worse injuries back into the field, it was issac that put her on medical leave.” you explained, beginning to take off your green medical apron and hanging it on the back of your office door. “it’s ‘cause he realized that if she couldn’t handle a civilian then she shouldn’t be a solider.”

abby thought for a moment, eyeing you up and down as this was the first time she had seen you out of uniform. “he’s got a point.” she mumbled nonchalantly as she remained completely focused on you.

“i could put in a good word for you ya know?” you mumbled, leaving up against your desk. “he owes me a favour.” you added as a soft smirk began to creep onto your lips.

“you think i’d be a good solider?” abby asked, pushing herself away from the medical bed to stand opposite to you.

you nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “i think if you got into gym and really trained you’d be one of our best.” you admitted. “then you get some good benefits around the base.” you added. abby folded her arms across her chest and thought for a moment. “maybe you can tag along with me one time.” you shyly suggested.

“i like the sound of that.”

⋆☆

as seasons passed you and abby grew incredibly close. first it started as weekly catch ups at the gym and the odd visit to your office after hours as she’d refuse to have her medical done by anyone else, and then it became more frequent. abby would stop by your office before she would get sent out to do a run for issac and any chance she got she would invite you to lunch in the food hall or even drop off lunch right to your office.

with all of abby’s attention you quickly become infatuated. abby had a way of making the simplest things give you butterflies. you quickly realized that your feelings towards abby were not just platonic and after years of fighting you had come to terms with the fact that you had fallen in love with her. so when she asked you to travel halfway across the country - on a limb that the man that you had only heard stories about- to hunt down the man had killed her father you had to go with her.

while the group had stopped in butte for a few days, you found yourself scavenging around the rundown motel when you overheard abby talking to owen. you stopped in your tracks, quietly listening as the pair hadn’t spoken in months.

“‘cause she’s fuckin’ useless.” owen muttered in a hushed whisper.

you heard abby let out a sigh causing your eyebrows to furrow. “we needed her hear incase we got into trouble. she’s a good nurse.”

were they talking about you?

“what about mel?” owen asked. “just cause you wanna fuck her-”

“watch it!” abby snapped. “i brought her along because your fucking girlfriend can barely do her fucking job.” abby quipped her voice was stern as she grew more frustrated at own. “i bought her along because shes fucking useful, no other fuckin’ reason.” she spat.

after that owen stormed off, walking out into the hall were you stood opposite to each other. he gave you a pathetic smile before walking straight past you. slowly you began to fill with frustration as you march towards the door own had just walked out of.

“you know if you wanted a fucking medic to come on this fucking scouting mission then i would have sent one of my students with you.” you snapped bitterly as you slammed the door behind you.

abby frowned as she realized you had heard her conversation with owen. “come on,” abby groaned. “you know i didn’t mean it like that.” she mumbled, looking down at you as she inched closer to you.

you rolled your eyes at the blonde, coming to your wits end with her as she had been distant from you for weeks. “how’d you mean it then?” you quipped.

“it means i like you dumbass.” she smirked, taking that final step to bring the two of you together.

scoffing at the idea you tried to step back, “if you like me so much, how come you’ve been avoiding me?” you asked, bumping into the door behind you.

abby smiled at your naivety as her arm rose, boxing you in against the wall. “because i can’t control myself around you anymore.” she spoke barely above a whisper.

chocking on your words only made abby’s smile grow. “shhh,” she coed. “i know you like me too baby.” abby hummed, her nonchalant cockiness about the whole situation made your cheeks flush pink.

“do not.” you tried to protest, even you could hear the bullshit making abby chuckle under her breath. “fuck off.” you spat, barely louder then a whisper.

“you really want me to go?” abby asked, her head dipping slightly to be at your eye level, only for you to avoid her eye contact all together. her hand parted from the wall before shortly reconnecting her hand with the the bottom of your chin. “look at me.”

only abby could make a demand sound so soft you thought. you hesitated for a moment, knowing what would happen if you did look at her, but you were weak at the knees and desperate for any attention from abby. your eyes finally met abby’s turning your stomach into knots.

“you really want me to leave baby?” she asked again, her breath kissing your ear.

looking up at her, you began to feel light headed as something you had dreamed about for months, maybe even years was finally beginning to come true.

“please don’t make me say it.” you shamefully whispered, as abby slowly combed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“oh baby.” she snickered, her soft seductive chuckle gave you goosebumps. “but i want to hear you say it.” abby smirked.

there was no point in fighting it anymore, abby knew you liked her, there was no more denying it. “i want you to stay.” you spoke ever so softly. abby grinned as you took in a shallow breath before continuing to whisper, “i want you.”

that was all the confirmation that abby needed, to hastily press her lips against yours. it was so messy and polarizing to anything you had ever experienced before. abby’s hands grabbed firmly onto your hips as she pulled you against her, her touch alone was enough to make your knees buckle. your hand grasped onto the base of abbys neck as you almost felt light headed. the whole experience was so euphoric but ethereal at the same time.

“so needy baby.” abby breathed into your neck almost making you audibly moan.

desperate for some friction, you pulled yourself even closer to abby. “shut up.” you breathed, barely able to have a coherent thought as you began to rub against her thigh.

abby let out a breathy chuckle as her hands dipped down to your thighs before hoisting you up to sit around her waist. her hands held onto your ass firmly, relentlessly squeezing as she slowly lowered herself to the ground. as she sat down with her back pressed up against the door your legs knelt on either side of hers.

her hands roamed up and under your thin singlet, scratching at your skin before her hands returned to your ass. you rolled your hips against hers making your core tighten as your hand snaked up her arms to her neck. you slowly pulled away, leaning in close to abbys ear as she continued kissing the soft spot of your neck. your breathing was heavy and everything that abby was going made you feel so, so good.

as you leant up against abbys ear, your finger tips scratching the back of her neck you whispered, “i need you.”

[ennkis]

VROOM (harry lewis x reader)

summary : in which y/n and harry get invited to go to the silverstone formula one grand prix (2023)

face claim : no one exact

notes : im an absolute noob at writing fics so please excuse the quality lmao. im petrified of posting on here but ive been thinking about starting a blog for over a year. im open to feedback, opinions and any sort of questions/advice is welcome! i happen to waffle a lot so just skip those parts if uninterested. this is my first post so enjoy 😝 also pls request because i have the creativity of a koala so id appreciate some ideas :D

pairings : harry lewis x reader , lando norris x platonic!reader

"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?! Are you actually serious?" You asked your boyfriend in genuine shock, followed by a laugh from the man dressed in head to toe in Ferrari merch. The red and yellow colors clashed hilariously with the sleek, orange McLaren paddock pass hanging around his neck.

"What? I thought I'd support the winning team." He shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. You and Harry got invited by the Mclaren F1 team to watch the Silverstone Grand Prix from the paddock. As a Formula 1 fan youself, you were excited to see the cars upclose. To watch the mechanics to the pitstops, engineers do their things (idk what they do lmao) and to watch Max Verstappen overlap the whole grid like seven times. Even since you were a little kid you were amazed by those cars driving freakishly quickly. Now, several years later you get to experience it right infront of your eyes.

"Look, there's Lando!" Harry pointed out, spotting your friend talking to a group of mechanics. You approached Lando, who broke into a wide grin as he saw you. "Hey! There are my favorite YouTubers!"

You beamed. "Lando! It's so good to see you. How's it going?"

"It's been wild but amazing," Lando replied, glancing at Harry. "And I see you've managed to get Harry in the right gear this time."

Harry laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I had a little help with that."

Lando gave you two a playful nudge. "So, who are you rooting for today? Besides me, of course."

You laughed. "Well, McLaren, obviously. But I'm also excited to see how the Brits perform. It's going to be an interesting race."

"That's the spirit," Lando said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Alright, I better get back to my team, but I'll see you guys later? Enjoy the race!"

You and Harry found a spot in the back of Landos garage, it had a view on the screens but also the pit-stop. The whole race went by fast. The moment the lights went out Lando tried his hardest with a deserved P2 at his home race.

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yourusename mom, i got invited to the silverstone grand prix.. still lowkey in disbelief like wtf.. me?? anyways, tysm mclaren 🩷 enjoy my lovely film camera dump raaaah.

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user harry looking fine as always😍

user y/n and lando finest friends

wroetoshaw whos the first fella hes fit

- yourusername he has a girlfriend..

user i can imagine y/n just walking around taking pictures of everything and everyone 😭😭😭

user i almost melted when they came on the screen

- user me too 😭 forgot i was watching f1 for a second

wroetoshaw i still think i shouldve worn my ferrari outfit #hater

- yourusername youd be sticking out like a sore thumb youre lucky i stopped you #loser #youalmostworepajamapants

user y/n looked so good there 😍

user i LIVE for y/n and landos friendship

faithlouisak i cant believe you chose him over me..

- yourusername im sorry bae.. next time im taking u

faithlouisak finest woman out there

calfreezy wtf fake friends.. theburntchip are you seeing what im seeing ???

- theburntchip bunch of fakies😔

holy what a yap fest lmfao please someone REQUEST something 😭 cause this is too plain.. !

[lilg05]

Scotty doesn’t Know

Warnings: Cheating; Fingering; Pure smut; Swearing.

Pov: Your boyfriend doesn’t know that he isn’t meeting your needs and paige is.

Here you are again another sunday night your boyfriend thinks your staying at paige’s for a “study session”.

“Fuck baby just like that.” Paige says as she pushes your head down on her strap causing you to gag which makes Paige even more turned on. Paige then pulls your head up from her make shift ponytail. “Fits to perfect in your mouth doesn’t it baby.” She says while her thumb it playing with your swollen lips.

She lays you down on the bed and starts kissing your neck.

"Please Paige." You whine.

"What do you need baby."

"Need your strap please."

"Yeah baby need this cock in you" she asks "Is Scottys this big?" Suddenly plunging her dildo inside you.

Sad but true confession Paiges strap actually is bigger than scotty which makes you feel bad, but god when paige thrusts into you with the force and drive she has ots hard not go come instantly.

"Fuck baby you close?" Paige asks like she can feel you clenching around her.

"Yes paige dont stop so close."

"Fuckkkkkkkkk." Paige exaggerates as she thrusts into your wet warm and welcoming pussy.

"Ah shit im cumming!" you scream as you have one of the best orgasms.

“Yeah just like that baby did so good for me.” Paige says walking you through your orgasm.

Paige makes sure you’re okay and then runs to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean you off. She then shoots it into her hamper and slides under the covers with you.

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Paige’s Pov

Scotty thinks she’s out shopping meanwhile she’s under me and i’m not stopping. Everything about her is perfect the way her boobs bounce when I thrust into her or the way her brows furrow when I rub my clit against hers. It amazes me that Scotty doesn’t know how to please her.

“Fuck Paige so good to me.” she whines

“Yeah baby am I the only one who can makes you needy like this?”

“Yes, best i’ve ever had.”

“Fuck your so wet.”

“Only for you babe.”

I start to grind against her harder chasing my orgasm. I lean my head down and kiss her causing her so let out a soft moan.

“Fuck Paige i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” you say softly.

“I’m so close ma at the same time okay?”

“Yes baby.”

I let out a guttural moan and so does y/n as you both simultaneously cum. I clean us up and we lay together.

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Your pov

Paige is fucking you from behind when you get a phone call.

“It’s Scotty.”

“Answer it.” she says while thrusting into you.

“Hello?” you stutter out trying not to moan as Paige picks up her paste.

“Hey babe what are you doing?” Scotty asks from the other side of the phone.

“Paige and I are hanging out at the gym.” You muster out. Paige takes this as a sign to pull out and start kitten licking your pussy. You try your hardest but you let out a tiny sigh of relief this being caught by Scotty.

“What was that?” He asks concern and confusion laced in his voice.

“N-nothing I finished my cycle on the treadmill.

“Oh okay well i’ll see you later for dinner right?”

“Of course” you cringe before saying this next sentence knowing you don’t mean it. “love you.”

“Love you to honey.” He replies and hangs up the phone.

“Good girl stayed so quiet for me, I didn’t even have to punish you.”

“Thank you.”

“You want a reward baby?”

“Yes please.”

Paige then flips you over onto your back and she starts to eat you out like it’s casual. He hands claw at the sides of your thighs as you struggle you keep your legs open. Paige’s tounge is teasing your hole. Not even a few minutes later Paige is making you cum and she laps up your juices like it’s her last meal.

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Paiges pov

It’s now Scotty’s birthday and the men’s and women’s basketball team and a few extras were invited to his birthday dinner. Y/n is wearing a mesh see through black long sleeve and a mini denim skirt. Scotty sits at the end of the table then it’s y/n and across from her it’s scotty’s bestfriend Jason next to Y/n is me and then Azzi is sat across from me. Azzi, Y/n, and I are all talking while Jason talks to his friends, Azzi excuses herself to use the restroom.

“You look so beautiful.” I whisper into her ear.

“Thank you Paige.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad.”

This comment causes her face to heat up I reach mg hand under the table and run it up her thigh closer and closer to her heat.

“Is that what you want Y/n/n” I ask “want me to fuck you on your boyfriend’s birthday when he’s only a few feet away.

“Please Paige.” you whisper into her ear.

“What is it ma I need to know what do you want?”

“Need you to finger me please.”

“Okay baby but you gotta be quiet and secretive, okay?”

“Okay.” She mutters out.

From anyone’s view it just looks like we’re talking since everyone is at the further end of the table. Mean while i’m fucking her with my fingers under the table. Y/n turns over and looks into my eyes and almost leans in to kiss me but I give her a warning look knowing she can’t get caught.

“Doing so good for me baby.”

“Don’t stop.” she whispers.

“Your so wet does this turn you on me fucking you when your boyfriend is only a few feet away from us?” I ask feeling her clench around my fingers. My thumb starts to make figure eights on her bundle of nerves. She leans over and moans into my ear letting me know she’s gonna cum soon.

“I’m cumming Paige fuck.” she moans out quietly.

I feel y/n cum on my fingers as I slow my motions down to help her calm herself so she can go clean up in the bathroom. Just as she about to leave Scotty comes up to us and asks if we’re all good.

“I’m okay I think Y/n was about to go to the bathroom.” I reply.

“Hmm okay you okay baby?” He asks Y/n.

“Yeah i’m fine I need to use the bathroom though so excuse me.”

Y/n returns only a few minutes later as everyone is getting ready to order their food. We all finish eating we head out to the bar. Jason comes over with shots for everyone some people didn’t drink theirs so Scotty decided to. It’s a few hours later and Scotty is on his 5th shot and 3rd beer so you could say he’s a bit intoxicated.

“Come dance with me baby.” He asks.

“I’m okay Scotty go hangout with your friends.”

“But I wanna dance with you, you’re always with Paige why don’t you come hangout with me.”

“Scotty stop we already talked about this Paige and I are friends nothing more nothing less okay?”

“Then why can’t you come dance with me.”

“Because Scotty your drunk and your annoying when your drunk.”

“Fine i’ll go find another bitch to dance with.”

“Good let me know which one so she can find someone else to please them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Scotty i’m sorry to burst your bubble but you dick game could use a little more work.”

“What are you talking about you cum everytime we fuck.”

“Yeah cause I imagine your someone else.”

“Who!”

“Take a long and hard guess.” she tells him while pulling up our hands that are tangled with one another.

“Fuck I knew I should have never let you hang out with her.” he yells and then turns his attention to me “Fuck you Paige I’m gonna tell everyone.”

“Scotty” I look at him “Everybody knows you’re the only one who doesn’t.”

Y/n then pulls me out of the booth leaving Scotty there by himself with his mouth agape.

“Welp I guess Scotty knows now.” she chuckles out while i lean in to kiss her softly.

Sorry if this is bad i didn’t know how to write the ending😭🙏🏻😚

[exmarsbians]

Will You Remember?

inspired by the song: Will You Remember? by The Cranberries

Childhood memories, mentions of reader being female and in a dress, childhood crushes but they’re stupidly oblivious.

TW: MENTIONS OF KINICH’S CHILDHOOD (i.e. alcohol abuse, child abuse, child abandonment & death)

Im writing this at like 02:00 so please spare me ☹️ I also don’t know where the hell this even goes i was kinda just writing to write so uhm..!

<3 Seeing you, again. For the first time in what he can only assume must have been years. Of course he still remembers you. But why..?

First Meeting

The two of you had first met as children. Kinich had a regrettably bad childhood.

The constant beatings, berating, arguing, was something he had grown all too accustomed to.

Still, he was only human. A child at that. There were times where after his mother had left, and his father was gone, that he’d go out into the forest to gain a sense of self.

The forest, an acting fortress for him, a solitude from the outside world.

When he caught the glimpse of someone in his space, he was immediately on the ready, hyper aware.

Hiding and peeking around trees, only to see a sniffling girl, adorned in a dress. Her hair had looked rather messy, and there were small scrapes littered around her knees and elbows.

She had obviously fell, probably got lost too.

After finding that the person who had invaded his space was indeed no threat, he approached her. Although, not having much ‘people skills,’ he came off rather harsh.

“Who are you.”

This only made the young girl distress even farther, a sigh escaping him.

How was he supposed to even approach this?? Was everyone this much of a crybaby?

Young Kinich, trying his hardest to soften the tone of his voice and seem more approachable, copying the demeanor of his mother whenever she used care for him.

“..Are you okay..?”

That definitely seemed to go better, in his opinion, as the girl didn’t immediately start sobbing more, but rather managed to choke out the words..

“I want to go home.”

..Great. That gave him so much information.

He, and all his little child wisdom, replied,

“Oh. Where?”

Kinich had just asked a simple question, but to you, it was so complicated.

You didn’t know where you were, who this strange boy was?

All you knew was that: you were hurting, you wanted to go home because you missed your parents.

Seeing that his question didn’t get him very far, he wordlessly left to go back to his house, planning on grabbing bandaids for you.

He came back, half surprised to see you in the same spot you were; not even moved an inch. This time however, you weren’t crying as much, all that were heard were now small sniffles as you rubbed your eyes.

He wrapped his hand over yours and dragged you over to a tree nearby that you could sit under.

Once he has you sat down, he pulled out the small bandaids from his pocket and fumbled to open them, putting them on the small cuts you had.

Little you had no idea what to think. First this boy seemed harsh, or rather intimidating? but now here he was knelt on the ground next to you patching you up.

As he did so, all you could do was look at him.

“Will you remember me?” You asked rather abruptly.

It caught him very off guard, it was a rather random question. He gave no reply.

Once he had finished he once again, wordlessly walked away, but this time farther into the forest. He stopped at a couple steps before looking back at you.

You perked up at the fact that he stopped this time. Taking advantage of the boy who provided help was still within eye shot, you chased after him.

He’d continue to walk, but whenever you’d fall a little too far behind, he’d stop, and wait. Then he’d continue on again.

Eventually this had led you back to the entrance of the village you lived in. You started to sprint towards it, thinking that you had made it back by pure luck.

Second Meeting

The second time you had met as kids, was when Kinich had to go to the market. His father was now dead, and he now had to find his way around life, as if he wasn’t beforehand.

His father’s absence of gambling had definitely made it easier to manage mora.

But just because he now had mora, he was still bargaining ever stall he could.

“Now i’m sure that we could get a fair price on this..”

Kinich suggested to the stall owner, but just then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure..

He couldn’t quite place from where though.. Her hair was the first thing he had noticed.

‘it’s styled nicely’ he thought.

As you turned and he was able to see your face, he then remembered where you had looked so familiar from.

You were that girl he had helped a couple years back… but why does he remember you so specifically.?

You held flowers in your hands that day, a bouquet of peonies.

You walked up to the stall he was at to briefly talk with the owner, who was more than glad to help you rather than Kinich.

He would often steal small glances in your way as you stood next to him reciting your order to the owner, who obliged.

As the owner grabbed the requested items you had caught one of his looks he thought was sly, and waved to him.

He managed a small wave back, but that was about it. He didn’t know how he was supposed to interact with you. It’s not like he knew you all well.

But something about your bright smile made his stomach feel weird. He wasn’t too sure what it was, but it was very unpleasant.

As you took your things from the owner and paid, you spared him another wave.

From then on,

he would always see you around the area, whether you be completing commissions for the adventurers guild, grabbing supplies, or simply wandering around.

It seemed as if you were now everywhere.

Everywhere he’d look, you were there.

He tried not to dwell on it, but his eyes would always linger on you. He told himself it’s because he wanted to “keep the people safe.”

At some point he’d sub-consciously look for you, brushing it off once again as ‘keeping people safe.’ He was oblivious to the meaning of the feeling he’d get in his stomach anytime you’d smile or wave at him.

‘Is this what people meant by butterflies in your stomach?’ He pondered.

At one point or another, you both had run into one another while doing a commission.

He had been looking for a missing Saurian. Presumably the one you were currently knelt down by that was injured.

“Oh! ….Kinich? That’s your name.. right?” You asked nervously, you had heard of him from other villagers, it also helps that you’ve seen him around a lot.

“Yes. That’s me.” He replied with his usual monotone voice. It made it hard for you to get a read on what he wanted.

“Is there something that brings you over here..?” You questioned as you grab bandage wrap from your satchel.

You wanted to hurry and attend to the Saurian’s wounds before they got infected.

“I’m looking for a missing Saurian. I believe that is the one i’m looking for.” He nods his head at the Saurian you had currently been taking care of.

“Well, unless you’re looking for a Mrs. June’s missing Saurian, then you have the wrong one.”

“…that’s exactly who i’m looking for.”

There was a short moment of silence.

“…you’ve got to be joking.” You deadpanned.

Turns out the woman recruited more than one person for the commission..

You sigh as you pick the baby Saurian up, stand up and walk over to Kinich.

“Hold your arms out.”

He hesitates, before slowly holding his arms out.

As he does you hand him the baby Saurian.

“Get the poor thing back to Mrs. Jones, she’s probably worried sick.” You softly smiled at the baby.

“You should come with so you can collect part of the pay.” Kinich inquired, seeing as you had done part of the work, it was only fair you had also gained some reward for it.

You waved your hand as you walked opposite direction of the village.

“Take my part of the payment as an exchange for when you helped me back then, or something else to that fancy.”

Ah. You still do remember that. He wasn’t the only one. He remembers that event pretty well too.

You pause for a bit, not turning around to awkwardly face him.

“if you even remember that..”

Of course he does.

He remembers your messed up hair.

He remembers your beautiful, but dirtied, and tattered dress.

He remembers how scared you looked.

“I do.”

Just as you.

You had remembered his beautiful eyes.

You had remembered his blunt, but comforting words.

You had remember how he had patched you up.

“I always remembered you.”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

౨ৎ

you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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[sturniolo04]

could you write a chris x reader on the tour where in one of their shows the surprise video is a vlog of either chris having proposed without matt and nick knowing or reader being pregnant?? I think it could be really cuteee thanks in either wayyy

A/n:  ofc! i put a little spin to it! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a series of moments! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Chris couldnt lie this tour that he and his brothers were on was one of the best tour they have ever done. the whole idea of filming and keeping secrets from each other was exciting and absolutely crazy when he thought about it as a whole.

tonight was another tour show that happened to been in LA which made the surprise he was revealing tonight ten times easier because he would need his wife to be there. You and chris had been married for a solid 3 years and it was and has been the happiest 3 years of your guys lifetime for sure.

"okay tonight is my surprise and i am going to start off by saying that this a legitimately one of the hardest surprise I had to keep literally there were so many times where I thought you guys were going to find out the fans included"

chris states as matt and nick shared a nervous look as he began to retrieve the hint from the other side of the stage. chris took out a small nike tennis shoe that look like something he could have potentially worn as a kid himself. The crowd was screaming at the reveal of the simple but somewhat obvious hint.

"any guesses"

chris chuckles looking at his brothers reaction to the tiny shoe in his hands.

"the first thing i thought was a kid but that's crazy"

nick shrugs trying to really think if that is even a possible surprise he and you could keep that long.

"matt wanna take a guess"

chris chuckles nodding his head at nicks statement. the crowd still shouting out a couple of answers and ideas as matt thought of his guess.

"dude i dont know i want to say the same thing as nick but there is no way that is even possible that's nine months chris you wouldn't have had enough time right"

matt questions as chris shrugs his shoulders not giving him any hints.

"i dont know well i think it is time to show them the video what do yall think"

chris states and ask the corwd turning his mic toward them as they all scream in excitement and beginning to count down along with the display screen on the stage.

the screen went black immediately popping up a bold lettered text stating the date that this video was filmed and then cutting the screen to you in a hospital bed.

Chris could see on both nick and matt's face they didn't necessarily know to react until they heard it.

"whats babygirl doing"

chris asks you in the video as you beginning to rub your pregnant belly panning the camera to show the visible bump.

"we're about to pop that what we are doing"

your replied in the video. everyone began to scream in excitement and shock once they realized the surprise after seeing the bump in the video. Matt and Nick couldn't even muster up a reaction yet too caught up in see the video til the end.

Chris felt bad that he had kep this secret from his brothers for so long but knew it was going to be worth the surprise for sure. The video finally ended with a simple moment between the three of you in the hospital room the next day.

"shes so precious her eye color is just as blue as yours"

you coo out in the video. The crowd wen silent almost everyone filled with adoration for the new life chris and his wife had brought into the world and everyone was feeling the sense of honor that they were able to be apart of this reveal.

the video end with text with the date and time his daughter was brought into this world and her name as well.

Madison Grace Sturniolo

"chris im in tears oh my god"

nick chuckles out wiping his stray tears from his face as chris' face softens towards his brother.

"how in the world were you able to keep that for so long"

matt gasps

"i told you i dont even know we really were gambling with this one but hey it worked out"

chris chuckles into the mic. the crowd screaming in response to everything.

"ughh she was so adorable i cant wait to meet her when we get done with this tour"

nick squeals getting a little cuteness agression from the very thought.

"what if i told you both you were able to meet her tonight"

chris states as he stands up from the couch he was sitting on.

"no way chris are you serious"

nick squeal as matt screams seeing you walk out on stage with madison in your arms.

"say hi guys to madison grace sturniolo"

you announce as the crowd goes wild. chris placed a sweet kiss on top of both of your guys heads and taking madison from your arms.

"do want to hold her"

chris ask matt since he was standing right next to him.

"um yes give her here"

matt chuckles carefully taking her in his arms beginning to rok her back and forth.

"hey there oh my god"

matt coos out to her as she grabs one of his fingers squeezing it with the very little strength she had.

"chris seriously dud congrats like wow im an uncle"

nick exclaims as chris and you laugh at them.

"you both are"

you chuckle out. this was definitely one of the best surprises chris could have every done with his fans and his brothers for that matter.

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[tan1shere]

Do you think you could please do something with eva like hurt/comfort ig? If you're comfortable maybe like reader had super bad anxiety and something triggers her and she basically has an anxiety attack and closes herself in her room but eva comforts her?

Here For You

Eva x female reader !

A/n: yes ofcourse ! If you are new here, welcome I am more than comfortable doing anxiety as I suffer from it and I know a thing or two about the stupid thing ! This is for my anxiety girlies I love you deeply <3 YOU ARE LOVED HEAPS !!!!!!

Summary: Eva helps calm you down when you need it most.

Warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack, think that's the main ones, lmk if I missed anything major !

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It was as if you had been on edge lately and you had absolutely no idea why. Which worried you, why did you feel like this with no reasonable explanation. You have been traveling for awhile now to go see your long distance girlfriend, Eva. She had moved awhile back and you wanted to see a tour of her new place. You were tired, sick of driving. So you were incredibly thankful once you had pulled in, looking at the massive house infront of you. She greets you outside with a smile. "Hi baby girl." Her feet move towards your door instantly opening it. Your energy comes back, leaping out and into her arms. Wrapping your legs around her torso in the process. "I missed you." You say into her neck as you hug her tightly. Her hand makes its way into your hair gently stroking. "Not as much as I missed you."

After a few kisses it was time to see the inside. "This place is huge!" You beam, turning around in a circle to get a look at everything. "It is, has many rooms." You then look at her, smiling tiredly. "You look exhausted." She then says, coming over to you. You nod as a reply, sinking back into her touch. "I have some people coming over later on-" You pull away slightly to look at her. You were always an anxious person, social anxiety was a main. You hated meeting new people, you felt so incredibly awkward. Your brain makes you overthink, not to mention the panic and anxiety attacks you'd get.

"I know, but its ok I'll be here with you I promise. Besides I'd love for you to meet my friends. They'll love you." You sigh. "They won't once they find out im an anxious idiot." She looks at you sadly. "You're not an anxious idiot baby. I swear to you. You're the sweetest thing in this world." She speaks delicately as she goes to hold your face in her soft hands. You close your eyes, taking a breath. "I'm still unsure.." Her thumb rubs your cheek. "I'm right here. - promise."

You trusted that she'd keep that promise, and she did. But you couldn't help feeling judged by all these new people. Even if they weren't you couldn't shake the thought. You were staying super close to Eva, honestly wanting this to be all over so you could sleep, and spend your time with her. You tried your hardest to put on a smile, make out you weren't shaking in your boots. You felt pathetic, why did you get like this.

Then the worst happens. A question was being asked. "So, Y/n. How long have you known Eva?" A girl named Cricket asks. You pause for a bit. "Uhm, 3 years now?" You look at Eva, wanting a little bit of backup. You were so stupid God. "Yes! 3 years and more to come." She smiles at you, a smile that sets your nerves at ease for a moment. Feeling like all of this went away. But then she speaks again. "And where abouts are you from again?" Your head turns to her. "A few hours, uhm from here." You try so hard to sound confident but your voice indeed comes out shakey. And you heard it. The worst part.

Your overthinking comes into play.

Shes going to think I'm a weirdo. Why can't I just talk normal. What's. Wrong. With. Me.

That little voice clouds your brain making you miss what she had asked you next, you feel a hand come in contact with your back. Bringing you out of the thoughts slightly. "W-what?" You ask, more shakey than before. Eva rubs lightly. "Are you alright love-?" Cricket asks sweetly. The thoughts had time to creep back up on you in that small space of time. "I- excuse me.." You rushed upstairs into Eva's room, locking the door in the process so no one could come in. You clutch your chest, trying to calm down but you couldn't. It felt heavy, making you freak out more.

Tears begin to stream uncontrollably. Taking in breaths as you choke on air. You slide down the door, gripping your hair. Having the same little voice repeat.

You're stupid.

You're awkward.

You are weak.

"I'm stupid.." You breathe out, still holding onto your chest. Then there was a knock at the door, startling you. "Baby?" Eva's soft voice was heard. You don't respond, not trusting your voice. "Please let me in you're worrying me, beautiful." You hear the door knob, reluctantly going to open it. Moving a bit for her to come in. Shes on the floor with you in an instant. Considering she's been with you through many of these. "Hey hey, look at me ok." You couldn't as you're freaking out continues. "Baby.." Your eyes shut. "Can I touch you?" You just nod, shed always ask that just to make sure she wouldn't startle you.

Her hands come to your face, getting you to look at her. "Breathe angel breathe." Her eyes dart from yours, concern writen all over them. "You're ok, I'm here for you." "You are safe." You nod, understandingly. Slowly coming back. "I'm stupid Eva.. why am I like this." Her thumbs come to wipe your tears. "You are far from stupid my girl. For one you're tired. You've been driving all day, and you just feel things heavily. That's ok." Your head tilts slightly, taking in her words. "You're special, in the best way possible. And I love you so fucking much." She finishes, still having her hands on your face. "Im sorry." You apologize.

"Don't be, its ok. They're leaving now anyways." Your eyes widen. Was it because of- "And before that brain of yours tricks you. They were always going to leave at this time. I assure you." Her tone was steady and calm. Making your nerves ease again. "Do they think I'm weird?" Her head shakes side to side. "Crick, loved you. She said you were a breath of fresh air." The corners of your mouth move up, smiling as she says that. It only makes her smile too. "There she is." Her arms bring you into a tight hug. "My brain is stupid." You then say. She nods. "Incredibly." The smiles were still lingering. Just grateful to have someone like her. "Why don't we sleep this long day off?"

"Sounds, amazing."