#why are you playing your music so loud....................

[tooturtly]

Just so ppl know it does get better! I didn’t really have friends from ages 13-18, and even before then I always felt a little different (gay and neurodivergent). And yeah, it sucked. I thought I was doing everything right. I talked to people in class, I did extracurriculars, I was involved. But nobody was texting me unless it was about something school related. I wasn’t invited to anybody’s house. Twice the people I ate lunch with made homecoming plans but never invited me, I just showed up bc of how much they talked about it.

It finally took seeing the group of people I thought were my friends really overtly reject an openly neurodivergent guy from the friend group. Why? Because he talked too much, he was too sincere. It wasn’t any fault of his own. When I hung out with him in a smaller group, I had a blast. And I realized it wasn’t his fault or mine, but the people who I didn’t even like that much who were pushing me away. They were doing the same thing to both of us, and I should be pissed about it! (I still am, even know people change, it was still a shitty thing to do)

My senior year I finally put myself first and realized that having bad friends was worse than being alone. And I might as well be alone on my terms. I went to homecoming and prom by myself, I wore my own weird clothes and danced by myself just to have fun. I realized that going with those people had made me have less fun, because they hardly wanted to dance to the music if they didn’t know the song. I decided I was going to have fun and be my own person.

The only people I had who were friends were the older people at the game shop I went to. They were kind and patient with me when I didn’t know all the rules, and I’ve since lost touch with them but everyday I’m thankful that I had them in my life. Thank you for taking care of this weird teenager who was too loud and too pushy, and who you guided anyway! Thank you for humoring me!

And then I did find lasting friends. I graduated high school and found a group of amazing, nerdy, goofy people who I clicked with. We play D&D together, we eat together often, we share our stories, we talk and we laugh, we have inside jokes.

As I’ve gotten older I know I still have those moments. Even with my closest friends, I have doubts and anxieties about if they actually like me, if I’m a good and kind enough person to be able to sustain a friendship. Sometimes I think maybe I’m better off alone, because then any hurt I cause will only be me. I’ve never had friends before, I don’t know anything! Sometimes I think I’m too full of hurt to do anything but hurt. But I don’t trust those thoughts! My brain lies to me all the time! Those terrible twisted feelings never come from me, they come from a me that doesn’t know anything but pain and sorrow. I’m an entirely different person when the depression hits, and I’ve learned enough not to trust how I feel in those moments.

I know that I’m trying and my friends know it too. I’m not purposefully mean, I make amends when I make mistakes, which is all you can do because everyone makes mistakes. And I think about how much sadder my life would be without my support network. I would be miserable! Yeah I can do it alone, but I don’t want to! Doing it alone sucks! I love my friends! I don’t want to let them go, and they want me around. If my friends didn’t want me around, they’d tell me to pack it. Yet I’ve continued making friends, I find fun and weird people everywhere!

Fuck it, I’m gonna be me as much as I can! Life is terrible when you’re pretending to be someone else. And I’ve been lucky enough to find space irl where I can be me. If you can’t do that in person, go online, find community anywhere you can get it. I know I learned a lot from lurking online in high school.

My friends love me even though I have flaws, and I love them even though they have flaws. Including the anxiety and self doubt! Loving with flaws is human. Confidence is your armor against that self doubt. Even if it’s fake! Say fuck it and love your life, love yourself! The world is beautiful! Life is beautiful in those small moments laughing, in talking, in smiling.

Yes this is optimistic positivity! Because pessimism made me sad and being sad does not make you want to live! And I want to live. I made the choice once to live as much as I can. God’s tried to kill me twice and he has failed so far, so I will dance through life laughing.

I can still be depressed and I can still laugh! I can be lonely sometimes and still have friends! I can know that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel if I smile and greet the darkness as my friend.

On Isolation

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Woke up from the sweetest dream of eating ice cream with Jason in the middle of the night, both in our jammies hunched over a pint in opposite sides of the kitchen island and its just so special to not be doing this exact thing alone.

"There's something so sweet about loving and being loved. Knowing and being known. Especially by a man who makes every past moment of suffering so worth it if it's lead us to this." 🥺🥺

Late Night Desserts 

Pure Fluff ~1k words

It's late, the kind of late that's so far into the night that you can start to call it early. Your kitchen is dark, lit only by the dim street lights and the occasional stray beams of moonlight that break the clouds hanging low over Gotham's sky. There's the sounds of cars driving by, the faint whirl of a helicopter flying overhead, but it's all drowned out by the quiet giggles bouncing off the walls of your apartment. 

"Why are you even whispering," you stumble out between hushed laughs, voice barely above a breath as you point your spoon at Jason, eyes narrowing in accusation.

He grins, mock offense dripping into his quiet tone, "I could ask you the same question, sweetheart." 

"I'm whispering because you're whispering," you bite back, gaze leaving him so you can dip your spoon into the pint of your favorite ice cream resting between you on the counter. 

Jason scoffs, all teasing and playing as he reaches over to knock his spoon against yours, digging into the frozen dessert for another taste, "I'm whispering because it's still dark outside, and the walls of your apartment are thinner than paper."

"That's not my fault," You pout, taking your own bite of the ice cream. Your eyes narrow, but there's no heat to the action, not when the moment feels as sweet as the dessert you're sharing.

"Didn't say it was, doll," he hums, catching you entirely off guard when he reaches over the kitchen island to swipe his thumb over the corner of your lip, collecting what remains of the ice cream on his finger. His gaze never leaves yours as he licks his thumb clean, smile never fading.

He seems intent on knocking your world off center for a second time, because he speaks again, an easy grin on his face, like his words have no consequence either way, "You could always move in with me. Then it wouldn't matter how loud we were at night. Opens all kinds of doors, ya know?"

You think you manage to keep the surprise off your face when you answer (you don't), "It would?"

"Sure," he hums, jabbing his spoon back into the cartoon, it's the only sign that he feels even slightly nervous over the question he poised, "We could cook after eight pm without your neighbors complaining, blast music in the morning, and, ya know, if we ever get the dog you've talked about, it would be nice to have thicker walls."

His words sweep you right off your feet, his easy answer, the slight tension in his shoulders, all point to one thing. He's thought about this. He's planned a future with you, even if it's just coming up with small, mundane reasons on why you should move to his apartment. 

The realization steals your breath away, and it's only when his face furrows and his eyes start to dart over your face, searching for any clues of how you feel, that you remember you have to respond. 

"That sounds nice. I'd like that, " You say, voice melting into a different kind of soft from your previous whispers. It's a soft that's fond, almost reverent in the face of his feelings for you, the cusp of something more you want to build with him. 

The tension drains from his body, and his smile returns to something bright, something real, "Good." Jason lifts his spoon back to his mouth, face thoughtful like he's mulling over his next words, "You could move in anytime, you know. If you wanted. Half your stuff is already there anyway."

The ice cream melting onto the counter doesn't matter anymore, and you drop your spoon, letting it clatter loudly to the granite surface. Jason only has enough time to look confused and vaguely alarmed by the noise before you round the island to get to his side.

He tries to play off his eagerness with a nonchalant shrug, but you see right through your boyfriend. And suddenly, the moment feels so big.

The feeling nearly bursts from your chest. The warm, fluttery love that's so pure and right in your soul that it's nearly overwhelming. The idea that every path you've ever walked has led you to him, and him to you. 

He opens his mouth to talk, and you steal whatever words he means to say with your tongue. The kiss is sweet, so, so sweet. Sweeter than the dessert you were sharing, sweeter than anything you could tell him, sweeter than all the emotions fluttering in your stomach over just how much he means to you. 

Jason kisses you back with a softness that speaks to all the adoration he feels for you, dropping his own spoon to cup your face, to wrap an arm around your waist to draw you closer.

You only pull away first so you can watch the way his eyes flutter open slowly, lingering in the ghost of your lips against his.

"What was that for," he asks, voice so breathless and dreamy it nearly brings you to your knees.

"Just wanted to," you hum out, pressing a kiss to his jaw, to his chin, to his cheek. It's not a lie, it just doesn't encompass all the warmth you feel in your heart, the goofy smile you can't wipe from your face.

His dumbstruck smile matches your own as he squeezes your waist, saying everything he needs to say back with a simple touch. You melt into arms, ice cream, and quiet whispers long forgotten.

But you don't need to explain, don't have to elaborate. Jason knows what you mean when you press another gentle kiss to his lips, he knows what you're trying to say when you tangle your finger in his hair and memorize the feel of his body pressing against yours.

He always seems to know what you can't find the words to say. 

It's just a moment, just a stolen minute of peace as dark creeps towards day, but it's yours. Yours and his. Another warm memory to write into your story, another step towards something that feels like forever. 

The moon lights up your kitchen as it breaks the clouds once again, and Jason chases your mouth for another head-spinning kiss, sealing the promise of words unsaid, emotions that are far bigger than can be spoken into the calm, quiet air of the night.

[muffinpink02]

Another Love (flatline)

Okay, this isn’t my usual kind of story, but I’ve always wanted to do a cheating fic. I haven’t been cheated on (yet, hopefully never) so I’m sorry if it doesn’t feel authentic. I took a different approach with it. But yeah, let me know what you think. Also thank you this anon. I know I didn’t do exactly what you asked but I hope you like it.

Warnings - smut 18, cheating, toxic, manipulative behaviour, swearing

word count 6922

The rain outside pelted hard against your living room window, the sad looking drizzle cascaded down the glass like a mini waterfall. The sky outside was grey and miserable, making your normally bright and sunny living room dark and gloomy. But being at the end of the year it wasn't a surprise the weather was so dull, even if you were living in the sunnier climate of Barcelona.

And as it was the end of the year that meant Christmas was only a week away. Which is exactly why you were searching on your phone for a last minute Christmas gift. Well, actually you had done all of your christmas shopping weeks ago. This last minute shop was for Alexia’s mum. Though, this gift wasn't from you, this gift would be from her very unorganised daughter. And just like Alexia did every year she left everything to the last minute and of course she had asked you to help her out.

“You’re better at shopping, amor. Just take my card. I know you’ll get something she likes.”

You of course couldn't say no to your fiance's pleading puppy eyes and honestly you didn't mind, you were better at buying the gifts for any occasion. And Alexia would only end up just buying something last minute that her mum definitely wouldn't want or use.

So you sat comfy on your sofa with a heavy blanket wrapped around you, snuggled in one of Alexia’s thick, soft jumpers, scrolling through your phone in search of the perfect gift for the older woman. You hummed, mindlessly nodding your head to the music that lightly played out of your speaker in the background. After another 20 minutes of scrolling you finally found the perfect gift. It was a beautiful red cotton scarf. Alexias mum had lost her own a couple weeks back, and as far you knew she hadn’t replaced it yet. So this was perfect! 

You added the item in your bag, filled out all the postage information and just before you could click the ‘buy now’ button, your screen turned black. Your phone battery had given up on you. 

“No! Fuck sake.” You grumbled, throwing your head back in annoyance.

What were the chances? I mean you were warned at 20% and 10% but still!

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you reluctantly kicked the covers that were wrapped tightly around your legs, freeing yourself from your comfy cocoon. You were about to go to your bedroom to grab your charger until you spotted Alexia’s ipad sitting under the coffee table. You leaned over and grabbed the device, thanking the heavens you didn't have to leave your spot.

“Please have charge.” You prayed as you pressed the on button.

The apple tech gods must have heard your prayers as the screen sprung to life with a full battery. “Yes!” You cheered as you slumped back into your pit, wrapping the covers around your body. 

You easily unlocked the device, typing in your date of birth for the password. You smiled as the screensaver appeared. It was a photo of you and Alexia last year, when you had been away on holiday, the very same holiday the blonde had proposed to you. You wore a huge smile while the blonde was lovingly kissing your cheek, both your sun kissed skin glowing on your faces.

You could still remember the moment she pulled the blue velvet box out. Your eyes had tears in them the moment she got on one knee, it was the easiest decision you had ever made.

It only made you more excited for the upcoming holiday you had booked. Not that Alexia had any clue, this was a surprise holiday, completely planned all by yourself. It was technically for her birthday but you couldn't wait another 2 months, she’d almost found out about it four times already!

You opened up the website again and found the red cotton scarf, you added the item to your trolley once more and began the process of filling out all of the shipping information again. You didn’t mean to tap the notification when it appeared on the screen, you swore as it instantly opened you up to Alexia’s emails and straight to the one that just landed in her inbox. 

“Shit.” You huffed. 

You were about to click off of the app and finish your purchase and you would have, if it wasn’t for the yellow emoji that caught your eye. You knew you shouldn't have, but something in your gut told you to read the message.

You blinked.

You stared at the screen. 

You blinked again.

Your face screwed up in confusion as you read the words, your heart instantly dropped to the pits of your stomach. “What?” You whispered to yourself

Alexia - I'll see you around 4 after training. Be ready. 

Joe - be quick, I’ve missed you 😘

“Missed you?” You said out loud. What?

No. Wait. Maybe there was more to it than this. Maybe it wasn't what you thought it was, surely not. Alexia wasn’t cheating on you, she’s your fiance for fuck sake, this wasnt what you thought. Just breath, don’t over react. This might be a friend or someone you don’t know, and she's meeting up with them. This might be nothing. Right? It's nothing. 

But, it also might be something. 

You scrolled a little further up on the conversation. 

Joe - Did you have to rip my underwear? 😂

Alexia - Sorry, i'll buy you another pair 

Joe - just for you to rip those too? 

Alexia - maybe 😘

Your breath caught in your chest as the words sunk in. You were wrong, this was clearly more than a friend.

You felt sick.

Your eyes kept going over the words, over and over and over until they didn’t make sense to you. You stared until the black lines that formed letters became small blurs that you could no longer read or process.

Alexia was cheating on you. 

Alexia. Your fiance. Your world. Your life. Your person was cheating on you.

This couldn’t be real, surely not. It must be a prank. A wrong email. Maybe she had been hacked or it's a code for football talk. Maybe …. something? You were so desperate you would believe anything else right now. But it was real, it was right in front of you, in black and white. You just didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t.

Your mind went completely blank, a numbing feeling sunk into your bones. Nothing was processing right, it was like your body was trying to reject what it was feeling. Even your vision seemed to stop, everything around you seemed to blur. A deafening silence sliced through your head, ringing painfully inside your ears. 

Breath. 

With a shaky hand you swiped up to see how far this went. Maybe this was a one time thing? Not that it made it any easier, well, maybe it would? Maybe. But that thought was killed instantly as you watched the messages between Alexia and Joe go on and on. Your finger kept swiping the screen, watching the days and weeks go by. The dates were going further and further back. It felt like it would never end. 

Your stomach twisted as the dates went back eight months. Months. This had been happening for 8 months. Nearly a year. How? How was she doing this? When was she doing this? Why was she doing this? Countless questions were steam rolling through your head. You didn’t notice your fingers were gripping the iPad as hard as they were until the muscles in your digits started to hurt. 

The messages were short. There were no declarations of love or anything that seemed intimate. Just a lot of ‘when’ and ‘where’ there was the odd flirty message, like the one you read, but nothing cryptic, it almost seemed business li

“W-what?” You stuttered in disbelief.

This surely wasn’t happening, this had to be a dream. A nightmare.

You took a deep shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut. You wanted to wake up and see that none of this was real. You had to wake up from this nightmare and see Alexia sleeping soundly in your warm shared bed as she cradled you against her chest like she did every night,

Please don’t let this be real. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until your tears began to drop on the screen, blurring the words that had just turned your world upside down. Your body was shaking, trembling hard as your fingers moved to swipe along the messages. You scrolled to the start of their conversation, needing to know how this started. 

No, you needed to see her. You needed to put a face to the name. You needed to see who this Joe was. 

You studied the name of the stranger. You instantly searched for her on Alexia’s instagram followers. It didn't take you long before you found her profile. Her public profile. Did they even care to be careful? The carelessness felt like another kick in the teeth, it almost felt like the stranger wanted you to see her. Maybe she did.

You scanned her profile. She was the complete opposite of you. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her style, her smile. She was nothing like you. 

She was beautiful. 

Somehow that made the pain worse. You couldn't stop the humiliation creeping down your skin, and your walls going up. Your mind dived into a deep pit of insecurity, not only was you being cheated on, but the girl didn't even look like you. A nauseous feeling flooded your brain. Did Alexia not find you attractive anymore? Was this the kind of girl Alexia actually liked and wanted?

A certain photo caught your interest. Joe was laying beside a pool, her perfect body cladded in a bikini that hardly contained her intimate parts, you scoffed in disgust when you spotted Alexia’s name in the likes. She had liked a few of her photos. Once again not caring about her footprint, she either had no shame or was just careless. It just felt like another punch in the gut. You continued to stalk Joe’s insta, looking for any more sightings of Alexia in the likes or comments, and maybe even a photo. 

She was stunning. She was perfect. She wasn't you.

You felt stupid. So fucking stupid. How many lies had Alexia told you? 

Your mind wandered to where they even met. Was she a fan? Did she know her from a life before you? Did she work for Barca? Did she find her online? On a dating app? Maybe they met on a night out?  It wasn't hard for her to do, you had noticed you had been asked less and less on nights out with the girls. Probably for this exact reason. Was she the only one, or was there others? Or maybe Alexia wasn't even meeting with the team.

Did the team know? Were they aware of what Alexia was doing? You had noticed some of the girls didn’t speak to you as much as they did before, maybe this was why? Maybe they felt bad, too ashamed to look you in the eye. But Alexia could.

Then it started to click, the late nights, the texts from Alexia telling you she was staying behind for extra training, it was all starting to take a different meaning. You pictured Alexia and Joe sneaking around, checking into some random hotel, naked and wrapped up in white sheets, panting and laughing at how clueless you were.  

You could feel the acidic bile daring to rise as you pictured Alexia with your rival. Did she make her feel better than you could? Satisfy her in a way you couldn't? 

That's when the intrusive images flashed in your mind, images of Alexia doing all the things she did to you to your opposite. Did she fuck her the same way she fucked you? Did she go down on her the way she went down on you? Biting at her thighs, making her beg to give her what she wanted, while your fiance smiled up at her with her hazel eyes. 

Her mouth kissing you hours after being with her. That’s when the bile finally rose up from your stomach. You ran to the bathroom just in time to make the toilet as the sick came up. You wiped your mouth with the back of your sleeve, your back slumped hard against the wall before collapsing on the bathroom floor. Your lip quivered as the tears finally spilled from your eyes, your body trembling against the cold tiled floor.

How was this happening? Alexia had proposed to you just last year, you were planning a wedding, a future together, a family. 

What did you do wrong? 

You didn’t know what to do. Should you call someone? Should you call Alexia? No. Should you leave? But where would you go? All your family and friends were back in the UK. You had some work friends here but you weren't close enough for something like this.

Everything was falling apart. Everything you thought you knew was one big lie. How could someone you love treat you like this? How? 

After what felt like hours, you found the strength to wash your mouth and face before carrying yourself back to the living room and opened the ipad back up. Reading the messages that were breaking your heart but you couldn't tear your eyes away.

The messages were short, no more than two lines but every word felt like another blow, another hard hit that made your chest painfully tight. You didn’t realise you were hardly breathing until your body forced you to take one large gulp for air. 

You felt your body go numb when you realised Alexia had met her on your 5th anniversary. 

God, you felt so stupid. You had waited at home for her. You had spent hours cooking a three course meal, all her favourites. 

Your eyes begin to blur again when you read their messages.

Joe - Are we meeting at the restaurant or should I meet you at the hotel?

Alexia - Come to the hotel, I want to see you before I go out

Joe - okay, but this time we have to make the reservation. We missed it last time.

Alexia - well if you hadn't have put on that dress that drives me fucking crazy we would have made it. 

You were broken. 

How was this your Alexia? 

This surely wasn't the same girl that made you feel effortlessly loved? The girl that knew you better than you knew yourself. The same girl that brought you untold happiness, happiness that you never knew existed before you met her. This wasn't the same girl that asked you to dance 5 years ago in the dingy little bar. The girl that had put a ring on your finger promising you a happily ever after. 

How was this her? Your Alexia. Was she even your Alexia anymore?

Nothing felt real. You looked around the living room, it didn’t look right, nothing looked right, nothing was the same. The peace and warmth you felt from the apartment had instantly disappeared, it felt cold, lifeless. 

You jumped when you heard a text come through on your phone, it was from Alexia.

Alexia - Hola, baby, we’re going over game strategy so I will be home a little later today

And there it was, another one of her lies. A heavy weight sunk over your body, making you feel numb to the bone.

You placed the ipad on the coffee table and slowly stood up. Your legs felt like led as you began to walk, you didn't really know what you were doing, your body felt like it was going into some weird overdrive or maybe it was the shock from it all. You stopped and stared at the christmas tree that flickered in the corner, your mind took you somewhere else. You weren't sure how long you were standing there before your legs brought you to your shared bedroom.

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The familiar sound of keys rattled in the door. It was once a sound you looked forward to, instead your stomach lurched. You took a deep and shaky breath as you got ready to come face to face with your finance, the woman that had shattered your heart into a million pieces. 

“Amor, I’m home.” 

Alexia frowned when you didn’t reply, she removed her shoes and made her way into the apartment to find you. It didn't take her long to spot you in the living room, sitting at the breakfast table. 

The beating in your chest thumped hard when your eyes fell on the blonde. You wanted to hate her, you wanted to instantly fall out of love with her, you wanted to feel nothing when you heard her call you by your pet name, but that wasn't the case. You still felt everything you did before you saw the messages, before you knew the truth.

But you knew where she had been this evening. 

Alexia could instantly tell you had been crying, your blushed cheeks and watery eyes gave you away, not that you were trying to hide it. You wanted her to see the hurt she had caused.

“Bebé? What's wrong?” 

Alexia hurried over to you, she was about to cup your face, but was stopped in her tracks when you moved away. Your eyes met hers, you could see her hair was wet, she at least had the decency to shower before returning home, or make it look like she had just showered after training.

“I know.” Your voice croaked out, the hours of crying weakening your throat.

Alexia’s face frowned in confusion, it instantly annoyed you.

“Que?” 

“Joe.”  Even saying her name out loud made you want to scream.

Alexia’s face dropped, you could see the look of horror as realisation hit her. Her mouth gaped open but no words came out. The silence was deafening, you felt your skin burning, it felt itchy, painfully itchy you wanted to tear it off. After what felt like hours, though it was likely seconds, Alexia finally spoke.

“Wh-what? Who? What do you mean?” The blonde anxiously fiddled with the zip on her joggers. 

You felt your shoulders slump, she didn't even have the decency to just be honest, but why would she? She’d lied this whole time. 8 months. 

“Don’t. Don’t play dumb, Alexia. I saw your messages on your emails.” 

Alexia's frown deepened. A flash of anger flickered across her eyes. “Why were you going through my emails?” 

Was she really going to try and turn this on you?

“What? Are you actually fucking asking me that?” You snapped, your own anger boiling over.

“No! I mean-” Alexia pushed her hand through her wet loose hair, you didn't miss the way it shook. A trait she did when she was nervous. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”

“Don’t lie to me!” You shouted, voice cracking. The tears you were trying so hard to hold down bursting at the seams. “Please. Just stop lying, Alexia.” God. You sounded so weak.

Alexia looked at you, those beautiful hazel eyes you loved so much filling with tears. Her foot was tapping against the floor, she looked scared. Good, you thought. She bit her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed. You watched her through blurry eyes, she took a step back from you, covering her face with her hands. Her body stiffened as she took a deep breath.

“She means nothing to me.” Her voice was just above a whisper. But you heard it.

You sucked in a hard breath. Even though you knew what you knew, hearing her confess it hit you harder than you could have imagined. You closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself, but when Alexia put her warm hand on your shoulder you broke down, your skin prickled where she touched you.

“Amor, please. Please don't cry.” The blonde begged. 

You covered your face as the tears streamed down your hot cheeks, you could feel your heart beating painfully fast. It felt like you were about to go into shock, maybe you were, your body felt like it was taking a brutal beating from the inside out.

“You were with her tonight.” You weren't asking. You felt her hand stiffen on your shoulder.

The silence was so loud.

“You were with her tonight, weren't you Alexia.” You repeated. Your tone was sharp. You bluntly moved her hand from you, not wanting her to touch you. You ignored her gasp from the out of character movement from you, but you didn't care. The thought of her hands being on someone else made the pit of your stomach tighten painfully.

You watched as a few tears slipped from her eye’s. You could see the panic starting to hit her. You stood up, you needed to move, you walked past Alexia even though a small part of you wanted to hold her. What the fuck? No. You ignored it. You walked to the open kitchen, you grabbed the sides to help you with your balance, you were sure your legs were about to give up on you, your knees buckling under the turmoil of emotions that ran through your body. 

“I just don’t understand.” You squeaked out, turning your head to see Alexia who looked like a kicked puppy. 

“I am sorry. I-I- she means nothing to me. I swear.” She slowly walked over to you but stopped when you moved away.

You didn't believe her. You would never believe her again.

“You’ve been doing this for months, months Alexia! Lying to me for fucking months, seeing this girl behind my fucking back!” You screamed. Your chest was heaving with anger.

Alexia didn't say anything, what could she say? She stood there looking like she could be sick, the colour draining from her face.

“You asked me to marry you, Alexia. I have a ring on my finger because I love you. Don’t you love me? What have I done wrong?” 

You didn’t know why you had blamed yourself, but it felt like you needed to know. 

Alexia looked panicked, your words clearly making her wince. “No! I do love you! I-I- she is nothing. It’s just sex. It’s just a big mistake. I don’t know why I did it!”

That hurt. You would have some kind of understanding if you and Alexia didn't have sex, but you did. Yeah, of course it wasnt every night, or even every week but you were still intimate. So this must have been more than sex.  

You shook your head, you didn’t believe that, not anymore. You felt so small as your world began to crumble around you. The blonde was now by your side, catching you before you dropped to your knees. 

What was happening? How was this your life right now? It wasn't meant to be like this. Alexia was never meant to be the one that broke your heart.

“Baby, please. I’m here.” She grabbed your body pulling you into hers. 

You had a burning urge to hold her, you wanted to feel safe in her arms like you always did, but you felt weird, her arms didn't feel right anymore. It made you feel sick, you could feel your stomach churning as you pictured Alexia holding your opposite. You flinched away like she was made of fire. 

“Here? You’re here? You havent been here, you’ve been creeping around fucking some girl and god knows how many others behind my back! Don’t you dare say you’re ‘here’. You screamed so loud the neighbours would have heard every word.

Let them hear.

Alexia shrank at your words. You hated that you felt bad. She was the one that had hurt you.

“Why? Just tell me why? Am I not enough?” You felt like you swallowed a stone with that question. 

Alexia sniffled, wiping her tears with her sleeve. It made you realise how little you saw the girl cry. 

“You are everything and more, I swear it. I….I panicked.” Her accent grew thicker as her words shook in her throat.

“What? Panicked for what?” You questioned. 

“After I proposed.” She took a breath for air, her hazel eyes looked more green after she cried. “I panicked and got scared. It was only meant to be once, but then we started planning the wedding. It got more real and I-I just didn't know how to stop.”

“You asked me to marry you!” You said in disbelief. 

“I know! And I still want to!” She whispered.

You scoffed. This girl had some fucking nerve.

“Why would I marry someone who can lie to my face every night? Lie about where she is? Touch someone else and lay in bed with me the same night!” 

The neighbours were definitely getting a show now.

Alexia dragged her face, her puffy lips wet with tears. How could she still look so beautiful?

“I’m sorry. It was all just a big mistake I swear!” She moved closer to you. “Please, amor, forgive me! I have not been myself, I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I want to marry you and be with you! You are my world, my everything! Please! Please forgive me! Please.” She was hardly breathing, her gasps of air were short as the tears came pouring out of her. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her crying getting louder and louder, you thought she might be having a panic attack. 

Your own tears fell from your eyes as you watched the woman you love break down in front of you, you wanted to believe her, but your trust had shattered the moment you read those words. How could you trust her again?

“Alexia.” You whispered her name as you put your hand on her arm. 

The blonde looked up, her wide hazel eyes bore into yours. She looked so tired. She put her hand over yours and stood, her face inches from yours. 

“Babita, please. Please. I love you so much, give me another chance.”

Her large hands came up to your face, you allowed her to wipe the ever flowing tears from your cheeks. Even though it was Alexia who had broken your heart you still needed comfort, you still wanted to feel her. You still loved her.

She took you not moving for a good sign, taking her chances and gently cupping your cheeks. 

“Please, mi amor. I am so sorry. I am such a fool, you’re everything I want. I love you so much. I can’t do this without you.” 

She moved closer to you. Her familiar smell washed over you, she smelt like home. She wrapped you up in a tight hug, you felt yourself lean into her, you didn't know why. Maybe because your whole world had just been turned upside down and you needed to feel something, even if she was the culprit that caused you all this pain.

A couple of minutes passed by, all in silence other than a couple of sniffles from you and Alexia. And in those minutes you weren't sure where you went, it felt like you had left your own body. Like this was all just a big weird dream and you were about to wake up and see that it was all a mistake, see that this wasn't real. 

Maybe you were having a panic attack.

Alexia stroked your hair as your tears still fell, the front of her jumper was wet from your face but you only snuggled more into her.

You hated yourself for it. Why were you so weak? Why were you not screaming and calling her all the names under the sun for breaking your heart? For ruining your self confidence, for making you question everything you thought you knew. Why can’t you do it? 

“Alexia.” You whispered into her jumper.

“Sí, carino?” 

“You-you’ve broken me.” Your voice cracked as more tears came.

Alexia’s tears also sprung to her eyes as she heard your words, her arms held you tighter. She took a big shuddery breath before she kissed your head. “I’m so sorry. I will be sorry that I hurt you, until the day I die.” She confessed. 

Her words didn’t comfort you, not really. They made you wonder about the future you had planned with Alexia. The future you had once been so excited to share with the girl. Now all gone. 

“I will fix this, I will, amor. Please, let me fix this.”

You felt Alexia press her lips on the top of your head. You tried to ignore the warm feeling that swirled inside your stomach. It felt like you were losing a battle with your brain and body. You closed your eyes as a soft kiss was placed on your temple. It was the same spot Alexia kissed every morning. It was so familiar, and yet it felt different. Does it feel different? Or was your brain trying to protect you?

“You’re my world. I promise you I will fix everything.” She whispered into your ear.

Your lips quivered before a small sob escaped your mouth. You felt your eyes release a new wave of tears at her words of declaration, you wanted to believe her. You wanted to believe this could be fixed. Could it? 

Sad watery eyes met yours as you looked up at the girl in front of you. Her hands held your face. It was just you and her, staring at the other. This was the face you wanted to watch grow old. The face you wanted to wake up to everyday. The face you wanted to have by your side for the rest of your life. Now it almost felt like you were looking at a stranger.

Alexia placed her hand under your chin, moving your face to her own. Your body stiffened when you felt her lips press against your own. 

“No.” You whispered weakly as you pulled back.

“Please, don’t do this. I love you with all my heart. Please don’t let this break us.” The blonde whispered as she stroked your face. 

Alexia pulled back slightly to look at your face, her glassy eyes scanned your features, taking in every detail of you. You felt exposed. Completely open to her. It made you feel vulnerable. Alexia had been your world for so long. She made you feel real love for the first time. A love that made you feel protected, seen. 

“I love you.” 

Your brain screamed to run. Leave. Don’t let her fool you. This wasn't right, you knew it wasn't. But your heart didn't agree as you let her kiss you again. The kiss was everything you knew. Her lips were a safe blanket that you could wrap yourself around in. This was what you knew, how were you going to give this up? 

“I love you.” She whispered against your lips as she gently pushed you against the kitchen side. 

“Alexia-”

“Please. I can fix this.” She pleaded as her voice cracked with desperation. 

She leaned her forehead on yours, her body leaning more into you. She closed her eyes but the tears still managed to escape as they dropped on your t-shirt and seeped into the fabric. 

You didn't say anything. All the words you had ever known escaped your brain, leaving you empty. Everything you had planned, all the questions. Gone. You were more ready this time when her lips sunk into yours again, you even opened your mouth, allowing her to push a gentle tongue against yours. You could taste the salt from her tears that stained her lips. 

What were you doing? Why were you letting her in? 

Because you loved her, you loved her with everything you had. Because you were a fool.

Her mouth cascaded down from yours to your jaw, leaving hot kisses on your skin as she made her way down to your neck. You hated yourself when a small groan left your mouth, but it turned into a small whimper as another sob escaped you.

Run.

But you couldn’t, your heart was broken, you needed to feel something, you needed Alexia, she was the one that made everything better, she was the one you went to if you ever felt upset. She was your light. She was who you needed. You just wanted to feel loved even though this wasn't what love was.

Your hands gripped her shirt when she came back to your mouth, you weren't sure if you were going to push her or away or pull her closer. Her kisses grew more desperate once she heard the groan you made, thinking this was the only way to have you back. 

She easily moved you from the kitchen to the bedroom, all while her lips attacked your neck and mouth, making you gasp for air. Your mind was a blur, a blur of pain and hurt. A blur of confusion. 

Your head was throbbing from the headache you caused yourself from crying. You tried to ignore it like the way you ignored the voice in your head telling you to stop this. But you didn't listen.

“I love you. I love you. I can fix us.” Alexia kept chanting.

She laid you on the bed as she slowly removed your joggers. You felt the tears run down your puffy lips, as you reached out for her needing her close to you again. But you couldn't look at her. You couldn't bring yourself to look at the girl you loved and hated.

Both yours and Alexias lips were puffy and swollen from tears. You felt your lips split as you licked them, stinging your plump flesh, you tried to focus on it as Alexia connected your lips once more before she began to move down your body.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much, babita. Let me make you feel good.”

You felt your breath hitch as the blonde kissed on your stomach. The familiar feeling of her body pressing on yours grounded you more than you would have thought. You almost forgot about why you were crying. You nearly didn't feel the pain that sunk into every fiber of your body. Nearly.

Her hazel eyes looked up at you as she moved further down. But you looked away, you felt shame flood your chest as you allowed her to remove your underwear. 

“I love you.” She mumbled against your skin. 

You gasped as you felt her tongue swipe through your folds. Your eyes started to wet again as you felt her mouth on you. Her hands gripped at your thighs, pushing you open as she gently licked at your sex. 

You felt everything and nothing. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, wanting to feel Alexia, but wanting nothing to do with her at the same time. You just wanted to feel something. It was an absolute mind fuck. And yet you opened your legs further as the girl wrapped her lips around your clit. 

Alexia stroked your thighs as she used her mouth on you. She kissed your clit before sinking her tongue into your cunt. You felt the way she groaned, probably from tasting your essence as it melted on her tongue. Your own body betrayed you. 

Your thighs started to shake as you felt that familiar swirl start to wash over your body. Alexia could tell straight away. She grabbed your hands that would have normally sunk into her hair by now and placed them on her head. You looked down from the touch, Alexia’s eyes were puffy from crying. She looked at you with a look you didn't recognise. 

Was it regret? Was it hope? Was it guilt for being caught?

Your fingers flexed loosely in her hair as your thighs started to shake. Your orgasm was building but you could tell it wasn't the same, it felt like it didnt know where to go. Or why it was even there. But you let her finish, you let her suck and lick your bud until your body shook against the bed. Your orgasm trickled over your body, leaving you feeling worse than you did. Alexia stayed between your legs to clean you up. 

You felt your chest tighten and your throat close up as a wave of sadness pulled you down. When Alexia reached your face it felt like you were drowning, it must have been your own cries as you shuddered against the bed. 

“Baby, please. Please, I’m here.” 

You grabbed Alexia's hand and pushed it between your legs, you needed to feel something. You still wanted to feel her. You didn't want to feel this sadness that was taking over your body.

Anything. Please feel anything.

“Please.” You begged as you pulled her closer to kiss you.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” She whispered before your lips locked.

Alexia circled your clit a few times before she dipped a single finger into you. You let out a small groan, you could feel you were tight. She pumped her fingers as she kissed your neck, you tried to ignore the tears that fell from her eyes onto your skin.

You hissed as she pushed another finger in. 

“Ho sento. I’m sorry.” She pressed a kiss to your lips as she moved her fingers slowly. “I’m sorry.” 

You grabbed her shoulders as she started to open you up. Her eyes fixed on your face as you closed your own, trying your best to escape today's nightmare. 

“I love you, mi amor. I love you so much.” She mumbled into your neck.

Her fingers got deeper as she moved faster. You finally started to float away as you felt nothing but her inside you, putting all your focus on this one feeling. 

“I will marry you. I want you to have my babies. Please let me.” She started to cry as she fucked you. 

Before you could register what she was saying you let out a loud gasp when she pushed a third finger inside you, but she knew it wasn't a painful gasp. She knew your body, she knew you. Your head dipped back in the pillow as you felt your second orgasm start to rise. Your small whimpers gave you away to the girl above as your nails dug into her arms.

“That's it baby. You’re so good.” She peppered kisses all over your face as she encouraged you.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm fast apoached. Your thighs shook against Alexia's hips once her thumb began to circle your clit. You felt it. You felt something. other than sadness, just for a few seconds. 

“Don’t stop!’ You begged as your orgasm rushed over you.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Alexia coed at you.

You saw stars as your pussy clenched tightly around the thick fingers. Time stood still as everything went quiet. No voices in your head. No sadness that took over your senses. Your tears stopped for just a moment as you relaxed into the mattress. All the pressure that your body had taken was finally melting away. 

You winced a little as Alexia removed her fingers as gently as she could. You slumped back into the pillow, taking a deep breath of air. You stared at the ceiling before you felt the blonde slot herself next to you. 

“Turn around, amor.” Her breath ghosted the lose her on your neck.

 You slowly moved, you knew she wanted to hold you and you let her without question. 

Was this really your life? Was this really you?

Familiar hands started to stroke your hair. You could feel how stiff Alexia’s body was behind you, maybe she was scared to move in case she frightened you away. 

“I love you.” She whispered again.

You didn't respond. You felt her arm snaking around your side, her hand looking for your own. You didn't think before you gave her what she wanted, her thumb instantly stroked your knuckles. It wasn't long before your tired and sore eyes started to close. 

An hour later you woke up as Alexia stirred behind you, sleeping soundly. You moved as slowly as you could, creeping out the bed as lightly as you could. You grabbed your clothes that you had waiting on the side, along with your suitcase that Alexia missed when she pulled you into the bedroom.

You looked over at her sleeping form, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, a small frown sat between her brows. She looked beautiful. You almost wanted to climb back in the bed. But you stayed strong. 

“I love you.” You whispered to your lover.

The tears started to form again, quickly falling over your cheeks. You felt sick as you carried your suitcase to the front door. What were you doing? Was this the right thing? Yes. She cheated on you! She’s broken your heart. She doesn't love you like you thought she did. Leave. 

You took a deep shuddery breath before you removed your engagement ring and left it on the side, with the keys to Alexia's apartment next to them. You took one last glance over your shoulder, the Christmas tree caught your eyes as it flickering in the corner. You gently shut the door behind you, a loud sob escaped you as you left everything you thought was your future behind you.

[coolemmasulivan2]

A Beautiful Mess | 1

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 2846

But close ain't close enough 'Till we cross the line So name a game to play And I'll roll the dice, hey

You and Lando Norris had a problem with each other. There was no denying it. Something about the other person made your skin prickle with irritation, like an itch you couldn't scratch.

You were a Monegasque kindergarten teacher, a job that suited you perfectly. You adored kids. Their joy and innocence made your life simpler.

Monaco had always been your sanctuary: peaceful, elegant, yours. But that changed the moment Lando moved in next door a few years back.

You got along with everyone. It was just who you were. Friendly, patient, easygoing. But him? He was the exception. Loud, cocky, and an absolute menace of a neighbor. Even if he spent most of the year traveling, when he was home, he made sure you knew. The roaring engines, the late-night laughter, the endless stream of people coming and going. It was chaos wrapped in luxury.

He could've lived anywhere. He had the money. But somehow, out of all the places in Monaco, he chose your building.

"I guess Lando's back?" Your sister said, raising an eyebrow as loud music blasted from the apartment next door.

You let out a deep sigh, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary. "He's been back for a while… unfortunately."

A smirk tugged at her lips. "Let me guess, he did something already?"

"Oh, just parked in my spot today. Again." You shot her an exasperated look before slamming the knife against the cutting board. "Someday I'll kill him. I swear."

She chuckled. "Maybe he's running out of places to park his collection."

"I don't care!" You huffed. "He's a billionaire, he can buy a garage. Or better yet, move to a bigger place and stop being my problem."

"You know he does all of this just to piss you off, right?" Your sister said as she sat at the dining table, watching you set down the salad. "You should just ignore him."

"I know!" You groaned, sinking into the chair across from her. "But I can't. He's impossible to ignore. He knows exactly how to push my buttons."

Lando and Max were deep into a racing simulator session, music blasting through the apartment as they waited for their food to be ready.

It was Max's turn on the sim, but the pounding music was messing with his concentration. "Dude, the music... turn it down." He grumbled, eyes locked on the screen.

Lando barely glanced up from his phone. "Why?"

"Because I can't focus! It's too damn loud." Max tried to keep his attention on the race. "Someone's going to complaine about the noise." Then a thought struck him. He paused the race and shot Lando a knowing look. "Wait a second… You want this, don't you?"

Lando shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about."

Max scoffed. "Bullshit. You're trying to piss her off. You want her to came here. That's why the music's so loud. What's your problem with her?"

Lando smirked, eyes flicking back to his phone. "It's fun watching her all worked up."

Max shook his head, half amused, half exasperated. "You know, she's actually really nice."

Lando snorted. "To you and everyone else. Not to me."

"Yeah, because you're an asshole."

Lando finally dropped his phone onto the desk and leaned back in his chair. "She's been like that since day one. She started it."

"And instead of finding out why, you just decided to make things worse." Max said, shaking his head. "Classic you!"

Before Lando could fire back, a knock on the door echoed through the apartment.

His smirk widened. "Told you, she can't stay away." He pushed up from his seat, heading for the door.

Max groaned, calling after him, "Dude, be nice, please!"

You bit your nails, pacing as you waited for Lando to answer his door. Normally, you were a calm and patient person. But Lando Norris had a talent for bringing out the absolute worst in you. And the worst part? He enjoyed it. You knew he did.

Inside your apartment you heard the door finally open.

"Hi!" Your sister's voice rang out, soft and sweet, just like she always was. Unlike you, she had never raised her voice in frustration, not even to assholes like Lando.

"Oh, hi!" Lando's voice dripped with warmth, and you immediately rolled your eyes. Of course, he could turn on the charm when he wanted to.

"Sorry to bother you…"

"No problem!" He said. You nearly gagged.

"Could you turn the music down a little?" Your sister asked politely.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry about that, I didn't even realize it was that loud. Really, I'm so sorry."

Your jaw nearly hit the floor.

You had stood at his door countless times, asking the same thing, and every single time, he would gave you a cocky remark, or worst of all, he'd turned the music up louder just to spite you. But with your sister? He was suddenly the picture of politeness.

You were seconds away from storming out of your apartment to tell him exactly what you thought of his two-faced behavior, but your sister's voice stopped you.

"I appreciate it. Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Lando replied smoothly. You let out a deep breath, leaning your head against the wall in frustration. Your sister had just started pushing the door open when Lando added: "Oh, and say hi to your sister for me."

That was it. You clenched your fists, shoving past your sister, ready to wipe that smug grin off his face, but before you could get a single word out, his door clicked shut.

"I hate him so much."

From the other side of the door, Lando grinned like an idiot, watching you through the peephole as you stomped away in frustration.

"There's just something special about pissing her off." He mused, clearly enjoying himself.

Max, standing behind him with his arms crossed, let out a sigh. "You're an idiot."

Two days had passed since your sister left for Rome, where she lived with her boyfriend. You were alone again, not that it bothered you. Your parents still lived in Monaco, in the house you grew up in, and you saw them almost every day.

One of the things you loved most about Monaco was being so close to the ocean. Every morning, as soon as you opened your bedroom window, you would close your eyes and breathe it in—the salty air, the gentle breeze, the familiar scent that made you feel at home. It was the perfect way to start the day, making your morning run that much easier.

Like always, before heading to work, you laced up your shoes and stepped outside. Today was no exception.

You had been running for a while, sweat clinging to your skin as your breath fell into a steady rhythm. The music playing softly in your ears didn't drown out the sounds of the city.

Lost in thought, you instinctively turned toward your building, crossing the road without a second glance.

The loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt snapped you out of your trance. A rush of air whooshed past as a sleek car came to a sudden stop just inches from you. Your heart leaped into your throat, your body reacting before your mind caught up. You stumbled back and before you could stop yourself, you were on the ground.

The driver's side door swung open, and before you even looked up, you knew exactly who it was.

Lando stepped out, his expression a mix of worry and frustration, but before he could speak, you were already pushing yourself to your feet, your hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline.

"Are you insane?" You snapped, ripping your airpods out. "You almost ran me over!"

His brows shot up. "Me? You're the one who ran straight into the road without looking!"

You opened your mouth to argue, but the truth of his words sank in. Still, there was no way you were letting him win this. "Maybe if you weren't driving like a lunatic--"

Lando scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Driving like a lunatic? I was literally pulling out of the garage."

You huffed, brushing the dirt off your leggings. "What if it was a kid crossing instead of me?"

"Then I would've stopped, just like I did now." He shot back. "But you... You didn't even look before stepping onto the road! What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I wouldn't have to worry about being flattened by my obnoxious neighbor before eight in the morning!"

Lando shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're unbelievable."

"You're infuriating."

"You're dramatic."

"You're--"

"Y/n?" A new voice cut through the tension, making both of you turn. Standing a few feet away was your kindergarten director. Dressed in his usual grey suit, he raised an eyebrow at the two of you. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

You cleared your throat, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this must have looked, standing in the middle of the street, flustered, sweaty, and arguing with a F1 driver.

"Yes, everything's fine!" You said quickly, forcing a polite smile.

Monsieur Bernard nodded, then glanced at Lando. "I didn't realize you knew such a famous driver, Y/n!" He stretched his hand and Lando shook it.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "We're just neighbors."

Lando grinned. "Very close neighbors."

You shot him a glare, but before you could say anything, Monsieur Bernard continued. "You know, our little ones love racing. It would be wonderful if you could visit the school sometime, talk to the kids about it."

"Oh!" You forced a polite chuckle. "I'm sure Lando is far too busy. I wouldn't want to take up his time."

Lando, to your absolute horror, shrugged. "Actually, I think it's a great idea." You snapped your head toward him, eyes wide. "Yeah, why not? I've got some time before the season starts again. I'd love to come by."

Monsieur Bernard smiled. "That's wonderful! Y/n, can you please set everything up?" You smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Norris. It was nice to meet you."

"Likewise." As Monsieur Bernard walked away, you groaned, rubbing your temples. Lando chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets. "See? I can be a good neighbor."

You exhaled sharply, turning on your heel toward your building. "I hope the kids throw paint at you."

Lando chuckled, watching you storm off, clearly frustrated with how the day had started. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary and not even he could deny that your ass looked good on those leggings.

"Stop it, Lando!" He muttered to himself, shaking his head as if it would physically shake the thoughts away. "Don't go there."

With a deep breath, he slid back into his car, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. Without another glance at the building, he drove off.

You lay in bed, scrolling through your phone, hoping to lull yourself to sleep. The soft glow of the screen was the only light in the room, your thumb moving lazily over the screen, until something in your feed made you pause.

Your eyes narrowed as you clicked on the reel. A fan edit of your annoying neighbor filled your screen, all set to a song that did nothing to make him look innocent. Quite the opposite.

Your breath hitched slightly, your eyes locked on the video as if trapped in some kind of trance. The way he carried himself, the confidence, the effortless charm-- No. Absolutely not.

The reel restarted, snapping you out of whatever trance had just taken over you. With a horrified gasp, you jolted upright, tossing your phone onto the bed like it had burned you.

"Ugh-- no. What the hell?" You threw a pillow at your phone, like the device was alive. "Even on my phone?" You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

This man was infiltrating every corner of your life. And you hated it.

The day had arrived.

The kids had been buzzing with excitement all week, their energy doubling ever since they learned that Lando Norris was coming to visit. It didn't matter that half of them were too young to understand F1, but the mere idea of someone fast and famous coming to their school had them bouncing off the walls. You, on the other hand, were bracing yourself for chaos.

You had done your best to keep the kids calm, but by the time the morning rolled around, they were practically vibrating with anticipation. What car does he drive? Will he let us race? Can he do drive in the playground?

And then, Lando arrived. Dressed in his McLaren clothes, sunglasses and wearing that signature smile.

The kids lost their minds. "Landoooooo!" The group rushed toward him, bombarding him with questions before he could even say a word.

"Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" Lando laughed, crouching down to be at their level.

You stood at a distance, arms crossed, watching as he handled the chaos with surprising ease.

"Can you drive faster than Batman?"

"Can we race you?"

"Do you get scared when you go super fast?"

Lando hesitated for a second, then grinned. "Sometimes! But that's what makes it exciting."

You rolled your eyes. Still, you couldn't deny that the kids adored him. They hung onto their seats, eyes wide with fascination as he described what it felt like to race at over 300 km/h, how he trained, and even how he sometimes got nervous before big races.

Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, you realized that Lando was actually good at this. He had their full attention, something you usually had to work twice as hard for.

And then, as if sensing your thoughts, he caught your eye from across the room and winked, making you gag.

Unfortunately for Lando, someone else caught the moment.

A little girl sitting nearby tilted her head curiously, her big eyes flicking between the two of you. "Is Miss Y/n your girlfriend?" She asked innocently.

Lando, who had just taken a sip of water, immediately started coughing. He nearly choked, hand flying to his chest as he struggled to recover. "What?"

You, on the other hand, wanted the earth to swallow you whole. The rest of the kids, now very interested, turned toward you both with excited expressions.

"Is that why you're here?" Another girl asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Do you live together?" A boy asked before Lando could even recover from the first question.

Lando, still slightly choking, looked horrified.

"Nope!" You cut in quickly, clapping your hands together in a desperate attempt to redirect the conversation. "Who wants to show Lando their artwork?"

A chorus of Me! Me! Me! erupted, and just like that, the kids forgot all about their matchmaking attempts, eagerly rushing to grab their drawings.

You let out a slow breath, glancing at Lando, who was still lightly hitting his chest.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked, his voice still uneven.

You crossing your arms. "They're kids, Lando! If you wink at their teacher, this is what you get."

"A vision of a nightmare?"

You shot him a glare. "Asshole!"

He smirked. "Such a dirty mouth for a kindergarten teacher."

Your jaw clenched. You took a deep breath, forcing a smile as sweet as honey. "And yet, still more mature than a F1 driver."

Lando grinned, leaning in just a little. "Debatable."

Before you could walk away from Lando, chaos erupted.

"Me first!"

"No, me!"

Two of the kids appeared out of nowhere, each clutching their artwork, too focused on their battle to notice where they were going. Straight into you.

You barely had time to react before they crashed into your legs, making you lose balance.

"Oh--"

Lando was sat in a chair right in front of you, and before you could steady yourself, you stumbled forward and fell right into him.

His hands instinctively came up to catch you, but it was too late. Your lips brushed against his. It was barely a touch, but enough to make the world stop.

The kids were still yelling, the classroom still buzzing with energy, completely unaware of what had just happened, but all you could register was the way your lips were still touching.

You quickly pulled back, eyes wide, heart racing. Lando blinked up at you, looking just as stunned, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

You straightened, feeling warmth creeping up your neck,

"This is my drawing." One of the kids said, tugging at Lando's sleeve. "It's a boat and this is my dad."

That snapped Lando out of it. He cleared his throat and looked away from you. "Wow, that's amazing! You're so talented."

You turned away quickly, your pulse still hammering as you focused on the children, pretending like nothing had happened.

Lando rubbed the back of his neck, still looking anywhere but at you.

For once, there were no smirks, no teasing, just the feeling that something between you had just shifted.

[darnell-la]

I just saw a post where they mentioned what if Logan mocked your moans while he fingered you, or was doing anything really. It seems like it would feel silly coming from him but also so perfectly degrading

summary: y/n had always had a crush on Logan. not the worst Logan, but her timeline Logan. sadly, he died, and now she was stuck with this variant Wade had brought back home. sharing an apartment with an asshole was bad enough, but sharing one with an attractive, cocky, asshole, was far worse. especially when he knew how he made you feel.

note: this story will be the worst Logan. as always, he’s grumpy, and just an open asshole who thinks he’s better than the people he’s around.

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“Who do you think you are?” Y/n looked up into the man’s eyes with anger, upset that he wouldn’t let her leave the apartment to go out with her friends. She goes out every weekend, and every weekend, he tries to stop her.

“Wade’s gone, and you’re out again — What are you hiding, y/n?” Logan asked, knowing whatever she did was none of her business. “I’m the legal age to drink and club, and you’re in my business about it? — Let me go,” y/n tried taking her arm away.

“You don’t pay for the bills here. Wade does, and-“ Logan tried making up some story about how disrespectful she would be to do what she wants. “And, Wade doesn’t give a shit. What now? I’m a grown woman. I could have a whole family if I wanted to, and you’re trying to trap me in the apartment like I’m some teen,”

“You don’t need to be out there, y/n,” Logan said, knowing what she goes out there for. He couldn’t stand it. Usually, when he teased women and they played hard to get, they didn’t just go out and party. Y/n did, and he couldn’t handle that.

“Get off of me, or I burn you,” y/n threatened as her body temperature heartened. “I’ll heal, and I don’t think you want to deal with me after I do,” Logan threatened as he moved his face inches from hers.

Within seconds, the man let go of how hot her skin was getting. Y/n instantly turned around and left to get out and away from the man who was trying his best to control her.

Fast-forward several hours, y/n finally returned from the nightclub she had attended with her lady friends. Many hours of drinking and plenty of hours of kissing random men had accrued that night.

That only made Logan’s blood boil as he watched every second of it pass by. He debated on lashing out at her every time she went to the bathroom, but when she went, she was always with a girl-friend.

The older man had to suffer for hours as the woman he’d been dying to have, had been kissing other men.

He couldn’t understand why y/n was so stuck up. Last he checked, women lived them rude and cocky. What happened in this timeline?

“Finally home,” Logan spoke in the corner of the darkroom as y/n stumbled into the apartment. She instantly rolled her eyes and sighed as she kicked off her shoes, barely being able to open her eyes or stand correctly.

“Gonna at least speak to me? Or are you too pissy drunk?” Logan asked, knowing which one it was. “That’s what I thought,” the man shook his head as he got up to walk toward her, but she paid no attention and made her way to her room.

“You didn’t even lock the door!” Logan shouted after her, but she ignored him, barely able to think about anything that was happening around her. Once she left the club with loud music, that was it for her.

Logan locked the front door and straightened up the shoes she kicked off on the front mat before he made his way toward her room. The man went to open her door, but she had locked it to shut him out for the night.

Logan sat in his room for a good hour, thinking about the way he should handle y/n. Should he kick her door down and yell at her? Should he talk to her from outside of her room? Should he wait to bring it up tomorrow? Or should he never speak of tonight?

Through the hour, he also thought about those men she let touch all over her and explore her mouth. He swore he’s never been too pissed off about a woman in his life.

It’s almost like she knew he was there to rub it in his face, and if that was the case, and he were to ever find out, he wouldn’t know how far he’d get upset.

All the men she kissed tonight waited for her, like some dog. It’s like Logan could see them a mile away. Why did she choose them, and not him? Logan was the real man here, not them.

“Fuck that,” Logan growled low as he pushed off of his bed and made his way out of his room. The man walked down the small hall before kicking y/n’s door open, causing her to jolt a bit in her sleep.

“Get up,” Logan demanded, but she barely understood him. She was still drunk, and now half asleep and in her dream. “What?” Y/n asked low as she saw the huge man make his way towards her.

“Up!” Logan demanded again before he ripped her cover off. “Hey-“ y/n went to say before Logan grabbed and pulled her up until she was seated in her bed. “Logan, what’s the deal?” Y/n asked, always irritated as he shifted her bottom to the edge of the bed.

“I want you to tell me if they mattered,” Logan spoke, only confused y/n. “What-“ y/n tried saying before Logan ripped her panties off. She had only worse panties and a bra to sleep in tonight instead of a nightgown like she usually wears. She was far too drunk to go through her drawers and find one.

“Hey,” y/n said as she went to push Logan’s fingers away that she rubbed across her heat. “You’re not even wet — They couldn’t have been that good, then,” Logan’s delusion fully kicked in before he stuck to fingers deep into y/n’s mouth.

Y/n tried pulling away and shaking her head, but Logan continued until his fingers were soaked with her saliva.

“Don’t bitch if it goes in dry then,” Logan said before he pushed two fingers at her entrance. “Hey, no-“ y/n went to stop him, but her voice cracked out as her hands stayed in shock right next to her thighs.

The young lady gripped her sheets as Logan curled his two fingers inside of her. “At least you’re empty — Maybe you’re not such a slut after all,” Logan said as y/n whined at the instant feeling of her stomach tightening.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Am I too big? — Fuck, I haven’t even put my dick in you yet,” Logan chuckled as he began to push his fingers in and out of her heat, focusing on her moans and the way she gripped around him.

“L-Lo-L-Lo,” y/n stuttered as she tried her best to keep herself up. “Lo-Lo-Lo — Fucking pathetic,” Logan mocked the girl as he looked into her eyes. She could barely hold them open as Logan played inside of her.

“No more,” y/n cried low as she felt herself near, upset that she wasn’t pushing the man off. She was strong enough to get rid of Logan, but something in her didn’t want him to stop this.

“You didn’t tell those little boys to stop — What makes you think I’ll fucking stop? Huh? — Ian stoppin’ princess,” Logan assured y/n, only making her roll her eyes, fully turned on by the way he was treating her.

For so long, y/n has been waiting for Logan to show just how cocky and asshole-like he could get. Finally, tonight, he decided to let it out.

With her being drunk, she couldn’t love this even more. There was nothing she could do about the way she was about to gush all over him.

“I’m gonna cum,” y/n said low as she fell back onto her mattress, getting ready to give Logan what he was trying so desperately to get from her. “There you go — Relax that body — Give it to me, Bub,” and with that, she did.

Y/n’s body locked up for a few seconds before shaking. Logan couldn’t help but laugh at her to taunt the way she got because of him. “Look at how I get you,”

Logan licked himself after he pulled out of y/n, making sure to get a treat for himself. That had triggered his mind to pick her up and take her to his room to continue eating her out.

“Get those fucking hands away from me, or I’ll make you count till ten,” Logan threatened after y/n tried pushing his head away from her heat. “No more — Please,” y/n begged the man as she took deep gasps.

All Logan did was chuckle into her heat, knowing he had too many more orgasms to go.

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Fake It Till You Feel It- Part 2

Rafe Cameron x Reader Series

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Summary: You see your ex with a new girl wrapped around him after he told you “wasn’t ready for a relationship” after you had slowly started to fall for him. The betrayal stings. Rafe Cameron is dealing with his own issue—Amelia, a girl who refuses to take the hint that he’s not interested. One night you impulsively pretend to be Rafe’s girlfriend to get her to back off. To your surprise, it works. You also notice Alex looking pissed. This starts to become an unspoken routine between you when either Alex or Amelia are around. Simple right? However, longer this goes on, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s not.

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Part 3- An Unspoken Routine

The plan—if you could even call it that—hadn’t been discussed, hadn’t been put into words. But somehow, it had started to fall into place on its own.

The morning after Topper’s party, you half-expected to wake up with regret, wondering if you’d taken things too far by roping Rafe into your little act. But instead, you woke up to a text from him.

Rafe: Hope I was a good fake boyfriend last night. 10/10 performance, if I say so myself.

You snorted, shaking your head. Of course he’d find a way to be cocky about it.

You: Solid effort. But I’d give you an 8.5. You could’ve committed more.

A minute later, your phone vibrated again.

Rafe: Committed? I had my arm around you all night, babe. That’s Oscar-worthy.

You: Mm. A real method actor. Next time, try harder.

You hadn’t meant for there to be a next time. It was supposed to be a one-off thing—a moment of convenience, of mutual gain. But by the time another party rolled around a few days later, you and Rafe had already slipped into an unspoken rhythm.

Kelce’s house was packed, the music loud enough to make the walls vibrate, the air humid with the heat of too many bodies crammed into one space. You weren’t sure why you had come—maybe out of habit, maybe because you didn’t want Alex to think you were avoiding him. Either way, you found yourself sipping a drink by the pool, watching as groups of people played drunken games and swayed to the beat of whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

And then, like clockwork, Rafe appeared at your side.

“Your favourite person is here,” he murmured, nodding toward the patio entrance.

You followed his gaze, and sure enough—Alex had just walked in. And he wasn’t alone. The same girl from the last party clung to his arm, her manicured fingers gripping his bicep like she was staking a claim.

You swallowed down the brief sting in your chest and turned back to Rafe. “Great.”

He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with the same easy confidence he always carried, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Wanna piss him off?”

The answer should’ve been no. You should’ve just ignored Alex, let it roll off your shoulders, walked away and proven to yourself that you didn’t care.

But instead, you smirked.

“Obviously.”

Rafe’s eyes gleamed with something sharp and amused, and before you had time to overthink, he took your drink from your hand, setting it aside. Then, his fingers brushed against yours, his hand trailing up to your wrist before curling gently around it.

“Come on,” he murmured, tugging you toward the crowd.

You barely had time to process before he pulled you straight into the middle of the patio which had turned into a makeshift dance floor. People were already pressed together, moving to the beat, lost in the music and the warmth of the night. The moment you were in the crowd, Rafe’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were nearly flush.

It was dizzying—how easily he did this. Like he didn’t have to think twice about it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it should’ve been weird, the way his grip on you tightened, the way your hands found his shoulders without hesitation. But it wasn’t.

It felt… easy.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his lips close to your ear, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, fingers tightening slightly against the fabric of his shirt. “Go big or go home, right?”

Rafe chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “That’s the spirit.”

And then, he moved.

The bass pulsed beneath your feet as you followed his lead, letting yourself sink into the rhythm. Rafe’s hands didn’t leave your waist, and when he guided you, it wasn’t hesitant—it was confident, smooth, like he knew exactly what he was doing. The distance between you shrank, and before long, there wasn’t any left at all.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before you felt a familiar gaze burning into you. You didn’t even have to look to know Alex was watching.

But you looked anyway.

And there he was, standing near the bar, his expression dark as his eyes locked onto the two of you. His jaw was clenched, his hand gripping the cup in his hand a little too tightly. The girl next to him was still talking, oblivious, but Alex wasn’t paying attention to her anymore.

A small, victorious smirk tugged at your lips.

And as if he could sense the shift, Rafe leaned down slightly, his voice just above a whisper. “Is he looking?”

You glanced up at him, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the proximity. “Oh yeah.”

Rafe hummed, amused. “Good.”

Then, without warning, he dipped his head lower, brushing his nose against your temple before pressing a slow, lingering kiss just below your ear.

It was barely anything—a light, teasing touch. But it sent a jolt through you, your fingers instinctively tightening on his shoulders. You felt his lips curve into a smirk before he pulled back, and when you caught your breath and turned toward Alex again, you could practically see the irritation simmering beneath his carefully blank expression.

Rafe chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “I think that did the trick.”

You exhaled, still a little breathless. “Yeah,” you muttered. “I think it did.”

After the song ended, you and Rafe finally pulled apart, and you made your way back to your friends, grabbing a drink on the way.

Brooke, Mia, and Paige wasted no time swarming you.

Brooke smirked. “So…what exactly is going on with you two?”

Mia leaned in, eyes narrowed. “Because that didn’t look fake to me.”

Paige sipped her drink, grinning. “Yeah, babe. That was convincing.”

You simply raised an eyebrow, smirking as you took a sip. “Wasn’t it?

Brooke gave you a look. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?

You smirked, shrugging. “Maybe.”

Mia gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You like this.”

You rolled your eyes, setting your drink down. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

Brooke exchanged glances with the other girls before shaking her head. “Mm-hmm. We’ll see about that.”

You just laughed, shaking off their knowing stares.

Because right now, you were just having fun.

Later that night, after the party had died down and people had started to trickle out, you found yourself sitting on the front steps of Kelce’s house, nursing a fresh drink. Rafe was next to you, arms draped lazily over his knees as he stared out at the dark sky.

Neither of you had acknowledged what had happened inside. There was no need to.

Instead, Rafe took a sip of his beer before speaking. “You know… we could keep this up.”

You glanced at him. “What?”

“This,” he said, gesturing vaguely between you. “It works. You get what you want, I get Amelia off my back… everybody wins.”

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip. It was tempting—too tempting. It had felt good tonight, knowing you had gotten under Alex’s skin. And if you were being honest with yourself, it had also felt… nice, being close to Rafe.

But still. “And what happens if people actually start thinking we’re together?”

Rafe shrugged. “Then let ‘em.” He smirked. “Unless you think you’d get too attached.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. “Shut up.”

But despite your teasing, despite the sarcasm, you both knew the answer.

This wasn’t just a one-time thing anymore.

It was a routine now.

And something told you it wasn’t going to stay just a game for long.

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MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND | FEM! SHIDOU RYUSEI X READER pt2

Since you can remember, from the first moment you saw Ryu, you knew she was going to be the biggest nuisance in your life, yet, at the same time, the very subject that torments your dreams at night. It was no secret: the girl was attractive. She knew it, you knew it, even your grandma knew it. Everyone knew. It was simply a fact.

With her long, slightly wavy blonde hair and those hot pink dyed strands. The way she swings her hips just a bit when she walks. Her confidence is utterly magnetic. The way she loves pampering herself, from skincare to manicures and spa days. The way she looks like she owns every room she steps into. And you’re utterly, stupidly, obsessed with it.

You can’t keep your eyes off her. And it’s getting embarrassing.

At night, your mind flashes back to those memories in Shibuya before the start of the Third Selection, when she dragged you to a bar simply because, why not? You had no idea what you were walking into. Good music. A lively atmosphere. People are so comfortable in their own skin, flaunting flamboyant outfits and sparkling makeup. And, in a way, you felt a twinge of jealousy because she fit so seamlessly into it all.

Her hips swayed to the rhythm as she danced with some girl in the middle of the dance floor, and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw.

That should be me.

That’s the only thought in your mind. But it’s foolish, isn’t it? You two are nothing but friends and even that’s a stretch. Maybe rivals with… what? Occasional sparks of friendship? Still, this is ridiculous. The way—never mind.

That night, you two had probably the worst fight since meeting. The words exchanged were heavy, both on your side and hers. She had followed you outside while you tried to escape the images and thoughts plaguing your mind.

Once back in Blue Lock, she acted like nothing had happened. And you did the same.

But you never really forget those words. They still linger, creeping up in the worst and most excruciating moments inside this damned prison.

"Earth to Y/N… are you even listening to me?"

Shidou waves her hand in front of your face, eyebrows furrowed in what you think is concern.

"Hm? Yeah—sorry, I just spaced out," you mumble, your voice quiet as you go back to washing your hair, pretending not to be affected by her damned breasts so close to you. Not the right time nor place for being a boob person. Why does she have to shower next to me anyway? There are, like, twenty showers and she always picks the one beside me.

"You sure?" she asks, studying your face. "I mean, I know I’m hot, but you don’t have to be so flustered about it," she teases sarcastically, letting the warm water run over her body.

And you can’t help but let your eyes run over the tanned skin. The hint of abs, those stretch marks that looked like the final touch from an artist trying to add that hint of something to their work. The way her breasts were so full and perky. Her thighs, full and squishable. Strong and muscular from playing football and long. Her blonde bush– enough. 

"Yeah, whatever you say," you reply quickly, too quickly, too quietly, as you try to rush out of the shower before she could notice your flustered expression. 

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What the hell was that?

"What the fuck is actually wrong with you?" Her voice is too loud, way angrier than she probably intended. But Shidou is pissed. She shuts off the shower, staring at you in disbelief in the empty bathroom as you wrap a towel, one that’s way too small, around your body.

"What?" Your voice is laced with irritation. She doesn’t like that.

"This. You. One moment we’re fine, and the next, you’re pissing me off with this—this shutting down bullshit. What the fuck is wrong? What did I do?"

"Nothing, it’s not—"

"Then why are you running off?" Shidou snaps.

"Would you just leave me alone?" you snap back.

A moment of silence.

You two stare at each other, breathing heavily. Unspoken words linger in the space between you. 

"You wanna know what my problem is?" you say quietly, teeth gritted.

"It’s you. You and your stupid fucking personality. You make me wanna go crazy, but at the same time, I can’t live without it. I’m—tired. Sick and tired of your fucking attitude. You’re a thorn in my side and yet I keep pushing it in because maybe I’m a masochist and enjoy the pain. Because maybe—I wanna feel desired, because I feel something and this—this doesn’t make sense. Like you’re playing a—"

"Fuck me, you’re truly more blind than I thought."

Before you can reply, her still drenched and very much naked body presses against you, arms on your waist, forehead against yours. Lips so close you can feel her warm breath ghosting over your skin.

"I literally said, ‘Let’s make out under the shower’ earlier." Shidou's voice is quiet, slightly annoyed.

"You were playing aroun—"

"I wasn’t," she snaps. "For fuck’s sake… I wasn’t. I keep throwing hints at you. What more can I do? I keep offering you massages, to read my favorite manga together and I literally told you earlier that we should make out. How much clearer do I need to be?"

You look up at her, speechless. A little unsure. Your eyes sting with a hint of tears. Damn, you are stupid.

"I—I’m sorry," you whisper, your voice cracking.

"What are you apologizing for?" she whispers back, pink eyes locked onto yours.

"I… don’t know. For being a blind idiot?"

Ryu chuckles, her scowl from earlier softening into a smile.

"Sure. You’re an idiot. But you’re my idiot."

"… "

"Too cheesy?" she asks, trying to fight back a laugh.

"Too cheesy," you admit, smiling softly.

The tension from before disappears as she looks at you and you look at her. 

“So… about that make out session..?” she says suggestively moving her eyebrows, grinning. 

Yeah, you’re an idiot. An idiot who’s foolishly, madly and unapologetically in love with a girl. Your girl. 

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[slut4hee]

Why You So Obsessed With Me?

{Paring: Bully Nicholas x Bully EJ x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, kinda fluffy? High school au, (they’re 18), just Nicho and juju being lowkey down bad for a blk queen, they’re kinda mean tbh, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: In which the two most popular and attractive boys in your school, like to tease and bully you. Little do you know, they both secretly harbor a deep crush on you.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddy, safety first!), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), threesome, dirty talk, ass slapping, degrading, they’re both big perverts, public sex (they fuck in the bathroom stall, touching body parts without permission, hair pulling, backshots (make her tap out 😏), tag teaming 😩, lmk I missed anything

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You hummed and sing along to the music that was playing inside your AirPods. Just like any other day, you’re walking to the bus stop, to wait for the school bus. But of course, you could never have a peaceful walk to bus stop, without your two high school bullies ruining your morning.

You jumped, startled when someone came from behind you, and pulled your AirPod out of your ear. You looked up to see EJ, grinning at you as he placed your AirPod inside his ear.

You rolled your eyes, smacking your teeth before trying to snatch your AirPod out of his ear. Which you obviously failed to do, his tall frame towering over you, as he took the AirPod out of his ear, holding it up high.

“Give it back EJ, I don’t have time for your shit today” You said annoyed, jumping up and down trying to reach your AirPod, your tits practically bouncing in his face. EJ stared at your chest shamelessly, that stupid grin on his face, that you hate yourself for finding so attractive.

“Maybe if you ask very nicely, I’ll give it back to you mama” He said smugly, waving the white gadget around in the air. You looked at him in disbelief, who the fuck did he take you for? You being nice to Him? Fuck no!

“Fuck I look like being polite to you? Now quit playing games with me and give me back my shit Euijoo!!” You shouted, clenching your fist and stomping your feet. EJ just giggled at your actions, finding you so adorable when you get so frustrated like that.

Suddenly you heard another familiar voice coming from behind you, but before you could turn around, you felt a sharp sting land on your ass, Nicholas Wang had slapped your booty like he always does every time he see you

“Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you bro” You yelled, rubbing your sore cheek and huffing annoyingly. You couldn’t fucking stand these two idiots.

“Sorry not sorry baby girl, you put it out there, and I’m just simply appreciating it” Nicholas said, his deep voice giving you butterflies, which you obviously would never admit out loud. Finally the familiar sight of the school bus pulling up, brought somewhat relief to you, they surely couldn’t bother you as much on the bus, because the bus driver is always monitoring.

EJ finally gave you back your AirPod, throwing it at you and not forgetting to give you a shit eating grin, before he stepped onto the bus. Nicholas stared at you for a moment, biting his lips and smirking before following behind EJ. You waited for them to both get on, so you could get on peacefully without them pushing or trying to grope you.

You stepped onto bus, looking around at the other usual students on the bus. You saw that Nicholas and EJ decided to sit in the far back, and you were so relieved they didn’t sit anywhere you would sit. But of course, they know you like an opened book, they knew you always sat in the front or the middle, so Nicholas quickly got up and pulled you to the back with them.

“What the hell are you doing, let go of me motherfucker” You said angry, as Nicholas sat you in the seat between him and EJ. They both looked at you and then each other, smirking mischievously.

You instantly grew nervous at that gesture, they always had that look when they were up to no good, that time you all went on a school trip and they both tricked you into going into a haunted house, and then leaving you behind to find your own way out. But this time it was lot more mischievous, they both placed their hand on your each one of your plush thighs, softly squeezing and caressing the flesh.

Your breath hitched, your eyes widened as you looked up at them, they were looking straight ahead but they had that same naughty smirk on their faces. They start to squeeze and pinch your thighs a little harder, you let out an embarrassing squeak, covering your mouth and looking around to see if anyone heard or witnessing what’s happening right now.

You hate yourself for starting to get turned on by their in inappropriate behavior, your panties starting to feel damp. Finally Nicholas turned to look at you, his gaze so intense and predatory. His hand went lower between your legs, inching closer towards your now embarrassing wet core, his fingers grazing the hem of your cotton panties.

EJ also turned to look, but he didn’t waste any time, his hand falling between your legs, and making contact with your warm clothed pussy. He chuckled lowly, when he felt that you were wet inside your panties, rubbing little circles on your clit through your soaked underwear.

“Look how wet this slut is, she’s fucking soaking herself” EJ whispered to Nicholas, now sliding his hand inside your panties, his fingers swiping through your wet folds. You cursed at yourself for deciding to wear a pleated skirt today, you’re basically allowing them easy access.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, they’ve never went to the extreme level like this before. I mean of course they grabbed and slapped on your ass on the daily basis, and touched your boobs without your permission. But yet here you were, getting your pussy fingered by them on the school bus, in a public fucking setting.

The disgusting part about it is, you’re not even trying to stop them, you could have screamed for help, fought back, shit you could have reported them a long ass time ago. But some sick parts of you liked it, you loved the attention you get from them, the attention that all the other girls in your school craved for yet you were the one who receiving it all.

“Look at that, wet little pussy begging for some attention, who would have known you were such a filthy little whore mama” Nicholas spat quietly at you, his fingers now sliding inside your tight cunt, curling them and pushing them back and forth inside you. Meanwhile EJ was abusing your clitoris, rubbing fast little circles as he stared into your eyes, mocking your facial expressions.

Your hand was held tightly around your mouth, muffling your moans and cries, as you felt the familiar feeling of your high approaching. Your pussy clenching tightly around Nicholas’s fingers, making it hard for him to move. He groaned quietly before spreading your legs a little more, watching his fingers disappear in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck she’s gonna cum, pussy squeezing my fingers like crazy” Nicholas chuckled, his long digits curling up just the right way. EJ leaned down to whisper in your ear, forcing you to keep looking at him, as they both bring you to your breaking point.

“Come on princess, let that pretty pussy cum” He said pinching your puffy clit. That’s what sent you over the edge. You came hard around their fingers, EJ rubbing his hand faster on your pussy, as you squirted your arousal everywhere, staining the seats and floor. They both groaned at the sight of your pussy quivering, as you rode out your high.

“Fuck that was so hot, pretty little bitch squirted everywhere” EJ said, chuckling as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting your sweet essence. Nicholas did the same, smirking and staring at you, as he licked his digits clean humming at the yummy taste.

Your body laid there spent and weak, you couldn’t believe that just happened, you also couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t the best orgasm you ever had in your life. Finally the bus had stopped, and you all arrived at the school building. You tried to quickly get up and run away but your body betrayed, your legs wobbling and almost giving out on you.

“Woah there princess, take it easy babe, I mean you did just let us slut you out on the bus” Nicholas said smugly, holding you by the waist and helping you stand up straight. EJ winked before hopping off the bus going on his merry way. Nicholas helped you off the bus, you finally gained your strength back and jerked away from him, giving him the death glare, he gave you a cheeky grin before walking off

“See you around, pretty little thing”

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You managed to make it through your first, 2nd, and third period. Now it was lunch time, and you were sitting with your two best friends, Keisha, and Megan. Not too far from you, Nicholas and EJ sat at the table with their group of friends, all jocks and Troublemakers. They were always so obnoxiously loud, either shouting about sports or the last girl they banged.

“I can’t fucking stand their asses” Keisha said, rolling her eyes as she sucked on her lollipop, offering you one in the process, of course you took it because you loved candy.

“But they’re all so fine as hell though, especially EJ, girl the things I’ll let him do to me” Megan said, staring over at EJ with lust in her eyes. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but her words kind of irritated you, yes he wasn’t your boyfriend and he bothered you every chance he got, but some parts of you felt like he was yours.

You pretty much stayed quiet, only humming and nodding at what they were saying. You opened up the lollipop, tossing the wrapper somewhere on the table before engulfing the cherry goddess inside your mouth. As you’re licking and sucking on the candy, your phone vibrated with a message notification, you looked at a screen to see a message from Nicholas himself.

Stupid Ass🙄: You look like a good little slut sucking on that lollipop princess.

Your eyes widened as you quickly put your phone in your lap, your heart hammering in your chest. You looked up to see Nicholas already staring at you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, his confident aura was radiating from all the way where he was seated.

You: could you not be a sick pervert for once, and leave me the fuck alone 😡🖕🏽

You replied back, looking back over at his table. He opened your message, and looked back at you smirking as always, you could tell he was chucking to himself as well.

Stupid Ass🙄: Now why would I do that? You’re just too fun to play with😈 now be a good little slut and deep throat that lolly.

You looked at the message in disbelief, your eyes looking back over at the table, and this time Both Nicholas and EJ’s eyes were on you all at once. You rolled your eyes, and mouthed fuck you at them before replying to his message.

You: You both can go to hell, now stop texting me please.

You simply replied, putting your phone down, directing your attention back towards your best friends conversation they were having. Then your phone buzzed again, you scoffed annoyingly to yourself, grabbing your phone from the table.

Stupid Ass🙄: Oh? Are you disobeying right now? Tsk that’s not very nice isn’t it. Then ig you wouldn’t mind me and juju telling the whole team how you whored yourself out for us on the bus this morning hm?😏

Your grip on your phone tightened, looking over at the table once again, but this time with fear and anxiety in your eyes. You couldn’t afford to get exposed, you were captain of the cheerleading team, also class president of most of your classes and all your teachers and peers loved you. How would they feel, if they knew you let not one but two boys finger you on the school bus.

Your fingers typed so fast, as you quickly responded to the message.

You: No pls! Pls don’t tell anyone I can’t afford to be exposed like that pls I’ll do it I’ll do it

You pleaded in your message, looking at them with desperation written all over your face. They both looked at each other and grinned before gesturing you to go on. You hesitantly put the lollipop back into your mouth, sucking and licking on it as if it was a dick. They both stared at you with hunger and dark hooded eyes. You slowly pushed the lollipop down your throat, as far as it could go before you met your limit and choked on it.

“Oh shit girl you okay, slow down it’s all yours girly pop” Keisha giggled at your coughing fit, patting your back in the process. You finally caught your breath, and looked back over at their table, they were both smirking and high fiving themselves discreetly.

Stupid Ass🙄: Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard was it?😉

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It was now the ending of the day, and you were in your last class which was math, your favorite subject. You were always first to finish your work, walking over to the teacher’s desk and handing her your homework. You asked permission to go to the bathroom, and of course the teacher said yes with no problem, being that you weren’t a know troublemaker. Your footsteps were the only noise that could be heard in the quiet halls, classroom doors shut and not a soul in sight.

That’s what you thought….

You heard a whistle and you turned around to see EJ and Nicholas leaning against the lockers, that same mischievous facial expression they always have on their faces. You tried to ignore them, walking a little bit faster now, but you could still hear the footsteps behind you, getting closer and closer. Your heart beating out of your chest, your palms starting to feel sweaty, as you quickly ran into the girls bathroom.

You stepped into a stall, slamming the door shut and locking it. You leaned against the door, panting and trying to catch your breath, you just hoped they decided to back off now that you ran into the girls bathroom. You were obviously stupid to think that, if they didn’t give a fuck about violating you inside the school bus full of other students, you think they’d care about coming into the girls bathroom?

And that’s exactly what happened, the door to bathroom squeaked open, and footsteps were heard coming in. Your breath hitched, as you held your chest, your ears ringing and fear taking over your body. Their mischievous chuckles echoed off the restroom walls, knocking on each of the bathroom stalls.

“Are you hiding from us Y/n, we promise we just wanna play with you” EJ said softly, faking innocence as he stands in front of the stall you’re in. You didn’t say a word, hoping that silent treatment will make them go away, but who were you kidding?

“We know you’re in there pretty, just open up door for us okay? This time Nicholas spoke, knocking softly on the stall once again. You knew you couldn’t hide in here forever, and they weren’t gonna leave until you opened the door, so you just accepted your fate and unlocked the stall door.

They pushed the door open, their tall figures standing over you, as they pushed you further into the stall and trapping the three of you in. The stall was now cramped, the air was so suffocating as you held your breath, bracing yourself for their next move. EJ grabbed you by the waist, forcing you to turn around, your backside now facing his front.

His hot breath tickled your neck, pulling your hair to the side, as he started to leave soft wet kisses on your neck and earlobe. Nicholas also came beside you, kissing on the other side of your neck, his hand now groping your boobs through your crop top.

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking want this princess, we know deep down you’re just a filthy little whore who wants her holes filled” EJ said smugly, his hand disappearing under your skirt, squeezing your asscheek. You yelped at the sudden gesture, trying to move his hand but he quickly jerked your hand away, continuing to grope your plump booty.

“S-stop, this is not appropriate” You managed to blurt out, your voice shaky as you tried to conceal the sounds that threatened to come out. Nicholas smiled against your neck, gently nipping at the flesh before pulling away and turning you to face him, as he leaned down to be face level with you.

“Oh so now you care about what’s appropriate and what’s not? You didn’t seem to care when me and Ju were knuckles deep inside your kitty on the bus” He whispered in your ear, slightly licking your face, as he hummed at taste of your soft brown skin you tasted like sweet vanilla.

Your face burned with embarrassment, as you remembered the scene from earlier, your legs propped open, as they abused your cunt with their long fingers. Your thighs clenched, squeezing them together, you were getting so turned on again. EJ grabbed your face roughly but not too rough where it hurts, but just to put the message out there who’s in charge.

“Tell me baby girl, can you be a good girl for me and Nicho hm?” EJ said softly, ghosting his lips against yours, the faint smell of pepper mint under his breath filling your nostrils. You nodded, succumbing to the pleasure, and giving away yourself for their pleasure and yours. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before his lips smashed against yours, the kiss was hungry and intense.

Nicholas on the other hand, busied himself with removing your clothes, pulling your skirt and panties down. You gasped against EJ’s mouth, the cold air hitting your bare cunt. Now you see what the hype was about Juju being a great kisser, his lips were moving smoothly against yours, soft pillowy lips eating your face off.

“Fuck such a pretty kitty, can I have taste sweetheart” He didn’t wait for any response from you, dropping to his knees, coming face to face with your dripping pussy. EJ finally broke the kiss, panting and licking the excess lipgloss off his lips. You moaned a little too loudly, at the sudden feeling of Nicholas tongue licking a stripe of your pussy.

He groaned at the sweet taste, now licking and sucking on your puffy clit. You looked down at him, the sight of his head buried between your legs was so erotic, his eyes were closed as he loses himself between your legs. EJ helped you remove your top and bra, your big tits bouncing free, he cursed under his breath at the sight of them, now fondling them in his big hands.

“Oh fuckkk, Nicho!” You whined, now gripping onto his hair roughly, at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue sliding inside your hole. He looked at you, not breaking eye contact, as he eats what you have to offer.

“These juicy fucking tits, you have a body of a fucking pornstar, I swear” EJ groaned, as he started to suck on your tits, licking and swirling his tongue around your brown nipples. You whined pathetically, the pleasure was almost unbearable, Nicholas was sucking harshly on clit, when EJ was sucking harshly on your sensitive nipples.

“Nicho, fuck- EJ I’m g-gonna cum!” You cried out, your legs shaking and your pussy clenched around nothing, your greedy hole begging to be filled.

“Yes baby girl, let go for us, give it to us darling” Nicholas said muffled against your pussy, and that’s what sent you over the edge. EJ quickly covered your mouth before you could scream, as you came hard on Nicho’s face, tears gathering in your waterlines it felt so damn good.

He continued to eat you, helping you ride out your high until you got overstimulated, pushing at his head to stop. He brought his head from between your legs, his chin glistening with your arousal. You already looked so fucked out, sweat covering your forehead, and your hair disheveled.

“Now it’s our time to have some fun princess, EJ said smugly as always, smirking mischievously as he started to unbuckle his jeans, Nicholas did the same, both pulling down their pants halfway, just enough to free their cocks from their boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of their hard dicks, EJ’s cock was definitely longer than Nicholas’s, his slender and tall figure making it make sense.

But Nicholas was a lot more thicker in girth than Juju, his thick cock twitching and throbbing. Nicholas took a seat on the toilet, spreading his legs open, as he starts to pump his cock at the sight of your nude body on full display.

“On your knees now, got a little treat for you baby” Nicholas said teasingly, enticing you by wiggling his dick around. You got down on your knees, coming face to face with his leaking cock. You grabbed ahold of the base of it, stroking it nice and slowly. His body jolted, cock pulsating as you kissed on the tip.

“F-ffuck, shit baby no time to tease, suck my fucking cock” He grunted, gripping your hair tightly, you whined at that, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his body. EJ brought your attention back to him, as landed a harsh smack to your asscheeks, your booty jigging from the impact.

“Fuck look at this beautiful ass, so fucking fat” EJ drooled, smacking on your asscheeks hard again, before leaning down and kissing the spot he spanked.

“Open up pretty girl, say ahh” Nicholas said, rubbing his tip against your plump lips. You opened your mouth wide, his cock sliding in, you started to sucked slowly looking up at him as you do.

“Fuuuckkl yeah, just like that shiiitt” Nicholas moaned, throwing his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth, your lips felt so good around him. Juju on the other hand, was prepping you, fingering your pussy and getting you all wet to take his cock. He let a glob of spit fall in between your cheeks, before he aligned himself with your hole.

“Deep breaths for me baby girl, gonna fuck this pussy so good and hard” EJ said cheeky, before you felt his thick mushroom tip breaching your tight little hole. You gasp around Nicho’s cock, the sudden intrusion and intense stretch catching you off guard.

“Ohh shitt, pussy so fucking tight, goddamnit” EJ said through gritted teeth, letting you adjust to his size, before pull almost all the way out just to slam back into you. You moaned around Nicho’s cock again, the air being knocked out of your lungs, as juju starts fucking you deep.

“Look at you, such a greedy little hoe, that you need two cocks to satisfy you” Nicholas spat, grabbing ahold of your face, slowly starting to fuck your throat. Your pussy clenched around EJ’s dick, causing him to let out a deep groan, Nicho’s degrading words were turning you on.

“She’s fucking squeezing me so tight Nic, think enjoys being treated like a little fucktoy” EJ chuckled, picking up his pace, as he bent your back a little bit more, and started pounding into you. The sounds of you slurping and choking on Nicho’s dick, and your ass colliding with Juju’s ruthless thrusts, echoed throughout the empty bathroom, if anyone was to walk In right you all would be fucked.

“Fuck yes yes yes, EJ so fucking deep, so fucking good” You screamed, as he yanked you by your hair, pulling your body flush to his, as he beats your pussy in. Nicholas, pulled you back towards him, tapping his dick on your face before sliding back inside your mouth.

“Your mouth feels soo good princess, nice to know it’s not only good for talking shit” He grunted, fucking your throat a little rougher, as spit drips down your chin. You felt the familiar tingling feeling inside your stomach, your high approaching rapidly. EJ must have sensed it, his fingers going to rub little circles around your clit.

“You gonna cum again baby, gonna make a mess all over my dick?” EJ whispered, biting at your earlobe as he his hands moved faster, his hips never slowing down. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your throat and pussy getting abused at the same time. Finally the band snapped, and you came hard around his dick, creaming all over him.

The tight clenching triggered EJ’s orgasm, as he painted your gummy walls white, Nicholas followed behind, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat. They both continued to take turns on you, fucking your pussy sore and abusing your throat.

“𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

“𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

“𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

The End….

A/n: this might be the most nastiest, slutiest fic I ever wrote😧 I’m ovulating please excuse my madness😪 this was so hot i can’t!!! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽 𝗂 didn’t proof read bestie 😁

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[potatoesenpaii]

Not fair

CW : Angst. One-sided pining. Not really comfort. Platonic ship. Cursing.

Rating : E

Pairing : Eddie Munson x you, platonic you x pining Gareth.

Prompt : Gareth gets his heart broken.

Tag list : @iitsmandii @1lostsoul0fishbowl @week-old-tiramisu

Friday.

To say he was excited about you two regular babysitting routine was an understatement.

Every friday without a fail, he was babysitting his sisters and you were tagging along. Gave the pair of you an opportunity to hang out and be closer. He loved that, be comfortable and be yourself with him..He really loved that. And he wanted to tell you tonight, how much he loved being with you. How much you meant to him. He wanted to ask you out when the girls would be asleep.

When was time to meet up at your car after the bell rang...He was met with an empty parking spot. Weird. But not that unusual since you often tagged along Eddie when you were too tired to drive. Guess he'll just walk and hope you're already waiting at his place.

It took around 15 minutes before he reached his home, his sisters playing outside and his mother smoking out front waiting for him to get there. He frowned when he failed to see you. Where were the fuck were you? You never missed out, so why now? He saw you earlier at school, you were sitting even next to him and laughing at everyone's stupidity.

It made him anxious, unsure why you skipped routine, but all he could do was do his babysitting alone and wait saturday morning to beg his mother to drive him to the trailer park to see what's up.

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Saturday.

He had to promise a whole loads of tasks down for a month to his mother just so she could drive him out of town to your place. He didn't really care, he needed an explanation to why his best friend, his..crush bailed on him without warning him prior.

The car ride was quiet, his foot tapping the carpet of the car while they got closer and closer of the trailer park. His mother wasn't that much used of bringing him to your place, but luckily she knew where Munson's lived.

The closer they got, the lower his heart dropped. His eyes slowly tearing up as he witnessed Eddie fucking Munson holding your waist and kissing you while you were giggling.

He didn't know what to do. He wanted to beg his mother to drive back, but no words got out of his mouth. When the couple heard a car approaching and that your head turned with a look of dread on your face, he understood he was never meant to see this. His mother also understood that her oldest was about to cry and she needed to pull him out of this situation.

All Gareth could hear was your voice calling go him and screaming i am so sorry

The ride back home was just a silent mixed his quiet sobs and his rage building up as they got closer to home.

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Sunday (morning).

Music echoed the empty street of the suburb, loud booming annoying the residents but after 3 painful years of trying to stop the oldest Emerson's kid…They all knew better than to stay in their lawn and blast their old christian music to outweigh his music.

Even a yell would not get Gareth attention, so many attempts but the blueyed teen would not look your way.

“Gareth, I said I'm sorry!” You yelled once again, desperate to get him to stop but he would only get louder.

The more you tried, the faster he played and palms were getting bloody. It hurted him badly but his ego was always bigger than he would admit.

“Stop!” Your yell was at two inches of his face, hands gripping his wrists down and forcing him to finally stop to look at you.

“You're bleeding for fuck sake, Gare!” You were quieter, but still as anxious.

“I don't care!” He tried to push you back, but failed as you dug your nails in his wrists.

“Yes you care. That's the whole reason we're having this stupid argument!” That earned an embarrassed scoff from him.

“What does it change anyway?” He threw his arms to the sides, almost ashamed to look at you.

“It changes a lot, as a matter of fact! Do you not even realize how you're talking to me right now?!” It hurted a lot to hear him yell at you, he would always avoid it the best he could.

“You chose Eddie, everyone always fucking choose Eddie!” He bit back the need to yell at you, wanting to stay calmer despite how unfair this was.

Of course you didn't forget that the whole reason he was upset was because he saw you kissing Eddie. You did not have much defense other that you did not know Gareth had this stupid crush since since freshman on you, and, it wasn't like he was loud about. Gods above no, he did not want anyone to know about it.

“And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fell in love with Eddie. It's not like I had any control of what my heart wanted.” You hated hurting your best friend's feelings, you did love him of course.

“And you didn't want me? Not even for a single second?” He said absolutely in pain, he hated himself for not being enough.

“You know it doesn't work like that Gareth. Don't blame me for something out of my control. It's not like I plan to disappear on you because I'm dating Eddie now”

“That's not the point! The point is I'll always be the best friend to you and never your fucking lover!” He pushed himself up, making his drum kit struggle to stay up while he made his way inside his house leaving you alone in the garage.

“Seriously?!” Offended you threw your hands up that he just left you in the middle of an argument. Best you could do is leave him his space and talk to him after the weekend.

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Sunday (afternoon).

Spending the rest of the day with Eddie was filled with a lot of silence while being cuddled up in his bed, since you didn't tell him what happened with Gareth this morning it's safe to say that Munson is worried about the two of you. The friendship with Emerson was extremely important to the both of you and you'd be stupid to not admit you were terrified of losing your best friend.

“Do you think he will forgive me?” Your voice was quiet and muffled due to how you buried your face in your boyfriend's chest.

“He’d be stupid not to” He sighed, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“How was I supposed to know? It's not like it was obvious he had a crush on me!” A whine left your lips as you rolled on your back and gave Eddie an opportunity to lightly hover you.

“Well…Kind off?” Eddie awkwardly said, like he had known about his friend's crush since forever. “I mean, sure he kept denying it and shit, but the way he looked at you? It even made me jealous”

“Jealous? You're never jealous, Munson, come on!” You laughed at the thought of Edward Munson being jealous.

“Exactly, I'm never jealous because I know there's no way I'd lose you” He rubbed his nose with yours to remind you how stupid you were.

“You're saying I'm just extremely blind?”

“...No…” He slowly said, trying to not hurt your feelings.

“Edward” You looked at him absolutely unimpressed.

“Okay, fine yes, but it's not really your fault?” He closed an eye, almost expecting a slap on the back of his head.

You grunted, covering your face in your hands. “I feel so fucking stupid and I messed up our friendship, great!”

“You did not mess up shit, sunshine. He is pissed, but he'll get over it” He pecked your nose, a soft smile on his lips while he started pestering you with kisses all over your face.

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Monday.

Monday morning had you stressed over nothing. Picking your nails by default due to the anxiety blocking the air of your lungs as you made your way to your best friend's locker. He knew you'd be coming, and he did look like he needed you as much as you needed him.

“I'm sorry-” He tried to say, but the oof that left his throat when you hugged him without a warning cutting him short.

“I am really sorry, Garebear. I didn't wanted to hurt you.” You muttered against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I'm just butthurt Munson gets to kiss you...It's fine” He scoffed followed by a sigh.

“You're not losing our hand holding, or hugs, or cuddles you know? Pretty sure I'd die without your hugs” You tried to reassure, fidgeting with the end of his shirt.

“I'm not losing any of that? Are you sure Eddie is okay with that?” He had to be suspicious, you did have a boyfriend now. He wouldn't be okay if that was him.

“I talked with Eddie and he agreed that as long as it stayed friendly, he didn't care” Guess it made sense, but still didn't sit right with Gareth.

“I..I guess I'll take it. Better than nothing, i guess” A win is a win…Even if it doesn't fully make him happy.

[dangerpronebuddie]

2. "how long have you been standing there?"

Hi baby!! For you 🥰:

Buck slides across the freshly mopped floor, coming to a stop in the kitchen doorway. “Just take those old records off the shelf!” He sings along and dances to the music, Swiffer duster in hand. It's oddly freeing to dance around in his underwear. Now he knows why Eddie decided to do it in his attempt at seeking joy. And Buck might as well. His true joy is hundreds of miles away. He's… making the best of it. He supposes. He spins around, and freezes. He's dreaming. He has to be dreaming. Four months should make this feel more monumental, Buck thinks. But right now, he's frozen where he stands. Where he was about to throw himself on the couch. Eddie's couch. In Eddie’s house, that he’s been haunting like a lost ghost since he watched Eddie drive away. Eddie… Who's standing in the living room trying not to laugh. Four months in El Paso has worn him down. There are shadows beneath his eyes Buck hasn't seen in years, and a weight on his shoulders he'd dropped almost as long ago. But he's smiling, bright and blushing and beautiful. And he's here. “Uh,” Buck says, just loud enough to be heard over Bob Seger. “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to get jealous of the fact your Risky Business routine is better than mine,” Eddie says, and God, Buck has missed his voice. Crappy ipad screens won't ever do it justice. It could never pick up the laughter hiding amongst his words. Buck wants to smash the speaker the music is playing from and just listen to Eddie's voice for the rest of his life. “I uh… had more time to practice,” Buck says with what he knows is a goofy grimace. Eddie does laugh at that, and finally deposits the galaxy patterned backpack behind the couch. “So you've made it a habit of dancing around the house half naked while we were gone?” “We?” Buck asks, completely breathless now. Eddie's face breaks into a grin. Wider and brighter than Buck has seen in close to a year. He nods. Buck tosses the stupid Swiffer behind him and leaps over the couch to pull Eddie into a hug. Eddie laughs as he wraps his arms around Buck, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of Buck’s button down and into his chest. “I missed you,” he says, words muffled against Eddie's throat. “I missed you too,” Eddie says softly. The sound of crutches tapping against the floor has tears welling in Buck's eyes. Fuck, he's missed that sound. He lifts his head and looks at the doorway, where Chris stands covering his eyes. “I missed you too, Buck, but can you please put on some pants?”

(I'd link the prompt list but I'm gonna reblog a different one later 😁)

[little-jana]

"Off-Key and Under Surveillance"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Genre: fluff, can be read as friend!Spencer

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bad singing i guess, Hotch being the ultimate dad-figure, use of Y/N and Y/L/N

Summary: On a long drive to a crime scene, you convince Spencer to sing karaoke in the car with you.

Requested: yes! Thank you!

"Come on, Spencer. Just one song."

The car rumbled down the near-empty highway, the sun creeping toward the horizon as you leaned over to mess with the radio. The drive to the crime scene was long, and you were stuck in the passenger seat with none other than Dr. Spencer Reid.

Not that you were complaining.

Spencer was your best friend. Well, best friend and ongoing source of amusement, particularly when it came to getting him to do things outside of his comfort zone.

Like karaoke.

“(Y/N),” Spencer groaned, gripping the wheel just a little tighter. “You know I don’t sing.”

“Not even in the shower?” you teased.

“I barely have time to take long showers, let alone stage a musical performance in one,” he deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, first of all? Depressing. Second? This is a road trip. Road trips require music.”

He sighed, long and exaggerated, as if he wasn’t secretly enjoying your antics. “Technically, this is not a road trip. It’s an official Bureau operation en route to an active crime scene.”

“Oh my god, Spencer.” You dramatically threw your head back against the seat. “Do you ever let loose?”

Before he could launch into a full Spencer-style lecture about statistics on law enforcement behavior during vehicular transit, you turned up the volume.

A familiar melody filled the car.

Take on meeeeee… take me onnnnn…

“Oh, no,” Spencer muttered immediately.

“Oh, yes,” you countered, grinning.

You pointed at him. “Come on. You know this one.”

“I—”

I’ll be goooone… in a day or twoooooo!

Unable to resist, you sang at full volume, dramatically clutching your chest like you were performing for a sold-out stadium. You risked a glance at Spencer and—

Oh.

He was trying not to laugh. His lips twitched at the corners, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

Gotcha.

“You wanna sing it, don’t you?” you nudged him playfully.

“No.”

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

A few seconds of silence. The chorus was coming up again.

Then, just as you were about to launch into another exaggerated performance—

“Take on meee…”

Your jaw dropped.

Spencer was singing.

Granted, it was quiet. Awkward. A little off-key. But it was happening.

“Oh my god,” you gasped dramatically. “SPENCER!”

His face turned red immediately. “I regret this already.”

“You can’t stop now! Come on, commit!”

You belted out the next line, and Spencer—grumbling under his breath—reluctantly joined in, his voice growing just a little more confident.

For the next thirty seconds, it was pure chaos.

Off-key harmonizing. You doing dramatic gestures. Spencer trying not to laugh as he struggled through the high notes.

It was perfect.

Until—

“Reid. (Y/L/N).”

Both of you froze.

Spencer’s hands went rigid on the wheel.

The music was still playing. You were mid-lyric.

Then, you heard it again—loud and very unimpressed.

“Would either of you like to explain why I can hear an 80s pop concert through the comms?”

Your heart stopped.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Spencer’s face drained of all color. “Oh no.”

Hotch.

Hotch could hear you.

Hotch had been listening the whole time.

There was a moment of silence.

And then—Morgan’s voice, absolutely losing it.

“NO. WAY.”

“I forgot to turn off the comms,” Spencer whispered in horror.

Hotch sighed—the sigh. The “I have been dealing with these children for years” sigh.

“This is an FBI operation, not a road trip,” he said flatly.

You pressed your lips together so hard to stop from laughing. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer embarrassment or the fact that Spencer looked like he wanted to curl into a ball and disappear from existence.

Morgan, meanwhile, was howling.

“Oh, this is gold. This is pure gold. Please tell me we have that recorded.”

“I am so sorry,” Spencer blurted, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

You couldn’t help it—you snorted. Loudly.

Because, honestly? This was hilarious.

Spencer shot you a betrayed look.

“You’re laughing?” he hissed.

“You have to admit, it’s kind of funny,” you whispered back.

“I assure you, it’s not,” Hotch responded, clearly done with both of you. “Now, please, focus on the case.”

Morgan was still laughing.

“I swear, I’m gonna tell Garcia,” he wheezed.

Spencer groaned. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely am.”

You wiped tears from your eyes, struggling to regain composure. “Okay, okay. We’ll behave.”

Silence.

Then, just as you thought the ordeal was over—

“Take on meeeeee…”

Your head snapped toward Spencer in shock.

Had he just—

Did he just—

“SPENCER!”

His face was red as he realized what just happened. “I—I didn’t mean to! It was reflexive!”

Morgan actually screamed.

“Oh, this is the best day of my life.”

Hotch groaned. “Get it together before you arrive on scene.”

Spencer buried his face in his hands. “I’m never going to live this down.”

You grinned. “Nope. But hey—at least you finally did karaoke.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, shaking his head. “In front of my boss.”

You patted his shoulder. “Hey, look at the bright side. At least now Hotch knows you have range.”

Spencer glared at you. “I’m dropping you off on the side of the road.”

You just laughed.

And somewhere, through the comms, Morgan was still cackling.

[keeps-ache]

every now and then something in my brain turns on and oh hello information i didn't know i had stored! where've you been !

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Bro 😭 I'm gonna implode. I just finished Dawn of X vol3 and Erik's FACE at Charles' return-

He looks like he's gonna bawl his eyes out. You KNOW he just clung to Charles when they got back to Krakoa, all the while Charles petted his hair and told him "I'm alright, I'm here."

bro i justtttt KNOW erik was trying so hard to be nonchalant about charles coming back but the second charles touches his arm or something innocuous like that hes gonna crumble

[little-red-fool]

God I wish my brain would just shut the fuck up this thing is a YAPPER I don’t CARE.

[love-everlasting]

Whoever decided to start riding my bus when it used to just be me and the driver im actually going to kill it with my mind

[skitskatdacat63]

I feel like at least several times a month, I have a random insane revitalization of my love for The Smiths. Not that I ever stop loving them, but I'll listen to some song and then suddenly fall into this pit of just deep, intense love for their music again where I can't stop listening to their music on repeat and watching live performances and looking at pics like AAAAAHHHHHH WHY IS THEIR MUSIC SO GOOOD?????? WHY IS IT PERFECT?????? WHY WERE THEY SO GENDER???????

(songs I am feeling intense brainrot over rn in case you're curious: "I Want The One I Can't Have(live)", "Stretch Out and Wait(live)", "You Just Haven't Earned It Yet Baby", "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others(demo)", "What She Said", "The Boy With The Thorn in His Side(live)"(p.s. I Want The One I Can't Have is Martian-coded to me, pls listen)(also it reminds me of that movie I watched yesterday)