#( matt is a bit of a dork )

[pirateprincessjess]

What was it like playing dnd with the dndorks crew :0

It’s been great every time!

They are genuinely such a wonderful and fun group of people!! Matt is one of my favorite DMs that I’ve ever played with (and I’ve been playing DnD for 24 years, so I’ve played with a lot of DMs).

And…. If you like seeing me play with the D&Dorks crew then there might be some good news for yall later this year.

[techniiciian]

@prvtocol said: i want to meet someone organically.

❝organically? yeah, something like that could happen! so should we go hang out at a coffee shop? or a bookstore? i'll be your wing man if you need me too. maybe we could go to a mixer thingy? or to a garden? there's lots of organic things at gardens! oh! and at the uh, farmer's markets!❞

[britneyshakespeare]

throughout the series of drake and josh it pretty consistently implies that josh nichols is a christian (josh peck is jewish) and in the finale of the series helen (played by yvette nicole brown, not jewish[?]) is portrayed as a practicing jew

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

You asked for Spencer Reid and Reader requests, particularly plus size, and I am so down bad for that man! Especially later seasons him.

Could I have one where he and the reader are intellectual peers but also enemies? Like she's on the team and just as wicked smart as him and into old literature and languages but they constantly butt heads? And the team knows they really just have feelings for each other, but they'll never admit it. Maybe the reader admits it to Penelope or someone one night drinking that he's hot but she never thought he'd actually sleep with her bc she's fat, but she'll take his attention any way she can get it. Maybe Spencer overhears and proceeds to show her just how hot he finds her arguing with him? 👀 Thank you in advance, girlie!

ೇ shameless ― spencer reid .ᐟ

pairing .ᐟ spencer reid x plus size!reader

summary | you and spencer hate each other, that much is obvious... right?

warnings | very surprisingly crude language in this, self-doubt, implied insecurities, misunderstandings, e2l, they're in love and everyone else knows besides them, i made them dorks i don't apologize, mentions of wet dreams, mentions of male masturbation, dirty thoughts, kissing, stripping, vaginal fingering, spencer's dirty mouth, lots of reassurance 'cause i'm a sap, spencer reid #1 consent king, missionary, unprotected sex, sex god spencer?!?! (he does his research), pleasure dom!spencer, switch r & spencer, heavy praise, and a fluffy ending to tie this all up in a nice little bow!

wordcount | 3136

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | okay i do admit that this is RIDICULOUSLY long, but i knew exactly what i was getting into writing this and honestly i had so much fun! i don't think i've ever created such characters that have so much chemistry with each other, so cheers to that! (unedited unfortunately :[)

— links .ᐟ masterlist | ao3

As soon as you hear Spencer’s voice, you make a point to groan obnoxiously loud.

“And just to think I would be able to go home without a headache today.” 

You could feel the glare from said man burning a hole in the back of your head, so you swivel your chair around in order to face the music – in a pleasurable masochist kind of way.

His annoyingly handsome face was twisted up in irritation – much to your glee – his eyebrows turned down, and his perfect, plush lips pulled into a deep frown. 

You could tell you had interrupted him saying something that he deemed important, most likely a fact that you and him would go back and forth on, and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself.

“Funny you mention that seeing as though your voice is the cause of mine.” He bit back, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Aw, you think of my voice?” You tease. “Only in my nightmares.”

You wink at him. “You still think about me.”.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Luke piped up from his own desk, drawing the attention from your other intrigued co-workers in the bullpen. “Oh here we go.” Tara said in amusement at Luke’s rambling.

“Back when I was a kid there was this girl that I went to school with, and I would always tug on her hair or try to trip her,” His voice was almost reminiscent. “Everyone thought I hated her, when in reality I was just trying to get her attention.”

“Ah,” Matt said with a smile, “The classic ‘boy bullying the girl he likes,’ or in this case, it’s the girl this time.” Your cheeks began to heat and your eyes went wide, Spencer’s own face and the tips of his ears turning an admirable pink hue.

“Absolutely not -”

“What? No -”

Both Spencer and you stumbled over each other to try and defend yourself, but you didn’t have a chance because Emily’s voice cut through whatever was about to be said next, the woman making haste from her office and into the room with the round table.

“Alright you guys, enough. We’ve got a case.”

“To a job well done!” Penelope cheered as she held up her citrus-y alcoholic beverage in the air, signaling she wanted to toast.

You smiled indulgently at the woman sitting next to you, clinking your glass with hers noisily and flickering your eyes over to where a disheveled Spencer Reid sat. You didn’t say anything to him though, because you’re a big ol’ softie and like to let the boy wonder rest before you have him back on his toes.

His eyes met yours the same time your glasses collided. You wish you could say that the vibrations from the clinking was the cause of the shiver that forced its way down your spine, but you knew better. 

It was like the rest of the bar disappeared, the sound of the others joining in on your rejoicing fell on deaf ears. You could have sworn his dark brown puppy-dog eyes drank you in before he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a rather comically large gulp of his water.

Your eyelashes fluttered like a thousand butterflies wings as you rushed to drink your own beverage.

“Okay, what was that!?” You felt Penelope’s finger poke at your ribs before you actually heard her. 

“Ow - fuck! What was what?” You yelped quietly, your hand reaching down to bat away her stabbing digits. “The - the -” She fought to portray her words before her face lit up when she found the correct ones, “The eyefucking!” 

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, “Eyefucking? What eyefucking?” You asked with a scoff, hiding your blush behind the rim of your mug. 

“Oh, please, don’t give me that.” It was Penelope’s turn to scoff at you. “Everybody knows that you and Spencer like each other.” She said it almost like it was a fact, leaning forward to take a smug sip of her drink through the miniature black straw.

Spencer knew listening in on Penelope and your conversation was inappropriate; but in his defense, you guys weren’t really quiet about what you were talking about.

“I -” He heard you begin, “It’s one-sided.” Was all you said before draining your beer. “So you admit it!” Penelope exclaimed with a gasp.

Spencer felt his eyes go wide at her words, but there was this desperate feeling that spread throughout his body; one that caused his fingers to twitch and the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“When you put it like that it sounds childish!” You complained slightly, biting at the meat of your lip. “I… I’m just not his type you know? Like - you know better than anyone that guys don’t pay attention to girls like us, so you have to learn to improvise.” You were cringing at your own words, but the liquid in your cup was enough to loosen your tongue and lower your inhibitions.

“Was me choosing to constantly argue with him the smartest way to try and peak his interest? No, but I knew he liked a challenge and well… it definitely wasn’t the proudest conclusion I ever came to, but what was I supposed to do? It isn’t like Spencer would date me let alone actually want to sleep with me.”

Spencer wanted to argue with you about how wrong you were, to tell you about every thought he’d ever had about you.

He wanted to tell you about how much you frustrate him, how at first, he thought he hated you and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize he hated how badly he wanted you; hated how many dirty dreams he had included you and that plush body of yours. He’d wondered how soft you were, how you smelled and tasted. 

Did your moans and whines sound as enchanting as your laugh? Did your eyes twinkle the same way when you were about to cum? 

Those thoughts kept him up at night and his hands in his pants, stroking himself to his unlimited imagination all revolved around you. Those were the days that he was more prone to pick fights with you, mostly because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and quite frankly plain ol’ horny.

Spencer thought you were just so sexy, especially when he had managed to light that fire under your ass that really got you going. He wasn’t a sadist or a masochist by any means, but he loved when you yelled at him.

So, for you to think so lowly of yourself it almost drove him mad because you didn’t know.

But you were going to.

You were going to kill whoever was bothering you on your day off.

The knocking was unexpected, but so was who was responsible for the noise.

“Spencer?” You asked in surprise. 

Usually you were prepared for your exchanges with the man, but if your pajamas were anything to go by, you were anything but. Spencer felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your tits sitting braless in a thin undershirt, your soft tummy slightly straining against the cotton material and a pair of shorts that look like they were practically strangling your thighs.

The only thing he could really say was… “Do you know how infuriating you are?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest, and little did you know the action pressed the tops of your breasts over the hemline. “Excuse me?” You almost scoffed, “Please don’t tell me you came all the way here just to argue with me.”

“No I - fuck just let me finish.” This was not how he wanted this to go. You looked like you wanted to say something but your curiosity made you choose to stay silent.

“Do you know why you’re so infuriating?” He asked, taking a tentative but careful step towards you. “Because you haunt my every living thought. I see you when I’m awake, I see you when I’m asleep. I can’t… I can’t escape you! I can’t escape how I feel about you.”

Your eyes were wide and your brows were furrowed; it looked like you almost couldn’t breathe.

“But you want to know the worst part?” His hand lands on your cheek and his thumb gently caresses the skin there. “You have the audacity to think that I wouldn’t want you.” 

“You want me?” You asked in disbelief. “But I… but I thought you hated me? I mean - I haven’t been all that nice to you.” You attempt to joke weakly, but your body is on fire; your stomach is tangled up in knots. You were trembling in excitement at his words but in disbelief too.

“Do you have any idea how much I love arguing with you?”

You laughed at his words, your lips slipping into a small smirk as you threw your arms around his neck in an act of boldness. “Oh yeah?” You hummed seductively. “You wanna show me how much?”

“Yeah,” He replied breathlessly. “I do.”

And just like that his mouth was on yours and a long leg shot out behind him to shut your front door. The slam made you yelp, but it quickly melted into a giggle against his lips when he reconnected them.

Spencer tugged you closer to him, and God the feeling of your body was so much better than anything his subconscious could have conjured up.

You felt so soft and the front part of your torso pressed against his chest in a way that if he didn’t have you naked under him soon he was going to go crazy.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He didn’t want to pull away from you, but he wanted to do this right.

“I didn’t know you were a gentleman, Reid.” You teased with a dazed smile on your face. “There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me.” You quirked a brow. “Oh really? How about you tell me?”

“Later,” He said with a lazy shake of his head, “Later.”

His hand reached down to cup your ass, your crotch rubbing on the large boner restrained by his pants. You moaned quietly at the feeling, and found yourself saying, “Down the hall and to the left.”

When you arrived, he couldn’t keep his hands off you; they grabbed at your back, ass, waist, hips. There was so much of you that he had no idea where to start. All he knew is that he wanted all of you right now.

“Can I take your shirt off, please?” His words almost came out as a whine and it welcomed a fresh wave of arousal in your panties. “Take off whatever you want, I’m yours.” A reassuring confession that Spencer had no idea he needed to hear. 

His lithe, veiny hands tugged at your top first, dragging it over your head and throwing it somewhere random. Your pants and panties were next to go and you couldn’t help but shiver at Spencer's intense stare.

“I’m uh- feeling a little vulnerable here, could you lose a layer or two?” 

The man blinked rapidly, his fingers shooting to undo the buttons on his cardigan. “Yes, yeah of course, sorry I -'' You grabbed the shaky digits. “Calm down, take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a light jab meant to ease his nerves. For a moment he looked unsure but you gave an encouraging smile.

After his clothes disappeared he held you by your waist, walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. You quickly hurried to scale the mattress until your head hit the pillows.

“God,” Spencer gulped. “This is so much better than what I imagined.” You giggled slightly. “As much as I appreciate your flattery, I want you to fuck me. Now.” You said it with such simplicity that his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at your crudeness.

He swallowed his shock. “Whatever the lady wants.”

He hurried to crawl over your leaning body; you cup his cheek in an act of haste, dragging him down to lay on top of you. His own hands didn’t stop their determined trail, tracing the soft planes of your plush body until he reached your wet cunt.

You whine loudly at the feeling of Spencer’s fingers stroking your damp slit.

“So responsive.” He murmured with delighted smirk. You go to say something snarky but you’re quickly cut off when he begins to rub tight circles on your clit. “‘M sensitive.” You gasp against his lips, your back arching and pressing further into him.

His body falls to the side, laying next to your naked one with a cheek balanced on his fist. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” Spencer whispers into your ear. His ring finger entered your warmth slowly and he felt himself choke on his words. You mewled, a hand shooting up to tangle in his long, curly hair, the other grabbed at his wrist.

“Then, I’m gonna make you cum on my cock.” After a few experimental twists of his wrist, his middle finger joins the first. Your breathing speeds up with every movement of his digits. 

“Afterwards, ‘m gonna clean you up and take you out to eat.” Your brain could barely process what he was saying, but every word that left his mouth added to the swarming butterflies in your gut – which felt so juvenile seeing as though he was already knuckle deep inside you.

“And when we get home, I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy for dessert.” 

Your eyelashes were fluttering rapidly, your hips moving frantically on his fingers in an attempt to try and get him deeper. Spencer must have sensed what you needed, because with a few firm swipes on your sensitive clit sent you spiraling over the edge.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer… I - I -” Your gummy walls squeezed his digits, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the heat coming from his body.

“Wow.” You laughed breathlessly. “Wow indeed.” He mimics with the same amount of amusement.

“Are you okay to keep going?” He asks. 

“Are you kidding?” The look on his face was almost laughable, and you gave his naked chest an encouraging pat. “Hell yeah I’m good, how about you?”

“If I told you I could cum just from watching you, would you believe me?” You roll your eyes and snort. “We’ll find out later, loverboy. Get up here.”

He scrambles to get on top of you, but then stops. “Wait, wait,” He reaches behind your head and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips up for me.” Your eyes go wide, because who in the fuck taught him that? Though you move a bit slowly through your surprise, he manages to get the soft thing under you, your lower back now elevated.

But all excitement dies out when he realizes there might be no protection, he looks like he could almost cry.

“It’s cool, Spence. I’m on the pill and I… I haven’t had sex with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.” You admit shyly, your eyes casting to the side nervously. “I’m clean too. I don’t really remember the last time I’ve had sex either.” 

You guys make eye contact and erupt into a fit of giggles, “To relearning the art of sexual intercourse then.” Spencer scrunches his nose up at your wording, but you don’t give him any time to retort because you’ve already placed two hands on his face, tugging his head down to kiss your smile-split lips.

He takes the time to kiss you for a moment before reaching down to line his dick up to your entrance. You both shiver at the sensation. You guys disconnect your lips to watch him enter you, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingled in anticipation.

You moaned in unison when he slowly but surely seethed himself in you fully, and your body tensed at the long awaited intrusion. “Gimme a sec.” You gulped. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He panted.

You allowed yourself a moment to relax, brushing your fingers through his curls as a way to comfort Spencer as well. After taking a few more seconds to enjoy the raw, intimate moment between the two of you, you said, “Okay. Okay, I’m good.” 

Spencer licked his lips and rolled his hips tentatively, and your breath hitched. A string of whimpers were soon to follow with every drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls, the leftovers of your previous orgasm leaving your body feeling electric.

Your mouth drops open into an ‘o’ shape when his tip brushes your g-spot.

“Right - right there Spence…good boy - fuck - good fucking boy.” 

The term of endearment was an accidental slip of the tongue, but it had frayed some nerve in his body, because the groan that left him was guttural and hungry.

“Say -” He huffs. “Say it again, please.” The pace of his thrusts speed up as he begs, and your nails drag down his back. “You’re my good boy, Spencie.” His eyes flutter shut at the praise and he doesn’t bother to be gentle anymore.

“Mphm! More - I need more.”

“Okay, okay.” He rushed to balance on his elbow so that his other arm could slip between the two of your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arched, and Spencer all but throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening and threatening to cum right then and there; but ever the gentleman, he waited, his stomach sucked in tightly and his body jolting quivering.

“I - I’m gonna cum.” 

It didn’t take much to pull you into a kiss. It was sloppy, and messy, and lewd and all of those other wonderful synonyms. Spit dribbled down your chins and with one last hard thrust that almost sent you up the bed, you gripped onto the older man for dear life.

Everything went white as you came; your hearing, your vision, every single cognitive thought you had pretty much flew out the window.

It was Spencer gently wiping the sweat off of your brow that brought you back down to reality, your lungs finally opening up and expanding for that much needed air.

“Hey,” He cooed. “There you are.”

“Hi,” You sighed with a ditzy smile on your face.

There was a moment of silence before you said, “How about we save the oral for breakfast?” Spencer laughed, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. “That sounds perfect.”

“So, what’s for dessert then?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Hm…” You pondered for a moment. 

“How about ice cream?”

“I like ice cream.” But then he added, “But I like you more.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You groaned, covering your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “I like you too, I guess.”

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I please request some headcanons for Matt & Frank with a genderneutral reader who makes really suggestive or outright outrageously sexual jokes once they get into a relationship, but it's soon very clear that they have never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex before? Imagine they just get really flustered when Matt/Frank shows any sexual interest back at them. They're always leaning in for more despite their anxiety and inexperience.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, my dear!

Matt

Matt would not only understand this but I think he would also find this SO endearing

Because this is so matt-coded. Matt is overwhelmingly flirty and charming and the minute someone he has feelings for flirts back he is such an utter dork about it. i love him

so I think he would absolutely catch you off guard. He'd be flirting and making comments CONSTANTLY until he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out

As your very new relationship begins to progress, he'd notice that you always get antsy if he gets too forward with you. You have no problem dishing it out, but you can't quite take it.

I think he'd get a bit self-conscious, thinking it was him who was making you uncomfortable, until you finally came clean.

"I've never...Matt, I've never done anything before. I've never even kissed someone, let alone..."

His behavior would definitely change. He'd be much more focused on your comfort and taking things slowly. He'd start with kissing, letting you tell him what you liked and didn't like, absolutely encouraging you to lead the way.

And your first night together would be romantic and thoroughly planned out. He would make you feel like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Frank

Frank, on the other hand, would be sitting you down IMMEDIATELY

Sure, he'd allow the banter and throw a few jokes back, but if you two hit it off and you suddenly closed up? Alarms would be going off in his head.

His primary concern, as always, is your safety. He's letting you know that there are no hard feeling if you aren't interested and that he doesn't expect anything from you.

You're quick to reassure him, telling him that it's not that he scares you, it's that he's the first person you've ever been with.

He's momentarily stunned. Not only did someone as wonderful as you have feelings for him, but you trusted him enough to make him your first ever relationship? He can't fathom it.

After he comes to terms with the explanation (which wouldn't take long), he is setting STRICT ground rules. You are in charge of everything. He is open to whatever you're comfortable with, but you have to let him know what you want/need.

Much like Matt, he'd take things slow and make sure you felt loved. As if you could feel anything but cherished with him.

[gilbertscurls]

falling for you — chris sturniolo

"You’re so fucking gorgeous, my baby girl.”

His voice was hoarse with want, and the way his eyes darkened when they met yours made your stomach flip. It wasn’t just the way he said it—it was how he meant it. Like it was a fact, like he couldn't believe his luck.

Chris crawled over your body with the grace of someone far too excited to be coordinated, straddling your thighs and fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. You bit your lip, watching his fingers tremble in his rush, the fabric resisting him at every turn. He was giggling breathlessly, flushed and glowing, hair a mess and pupils blown wide with adoration and hunger.

You sat up to help him, gently batting his hands away so you could finish the job. Each button you undid was followed by a kiss—first his chest, then his stomach, his hips—every inch of him met with your lips, warm and reverent. He groaned, your name tumbling from his mouth like a prayer, one hand slipping into your hair while the other blindly fumbled with his belt.

“I want to taste you,” he rasped, voice low and desperate, his fingers tightening in your hair. He pushed you down gently to lie flat on the bed, and your heart raced as you opened your legs for him, anticipation coiling hot and tight in your belly.

Chris moved down the bed in a blur of kisses and tugging hands, his fingers slipping under your panties to drag them down your legs.

And then—THUMP!

He disappeared.

There was a beat of silence.

Followed by your shrieking laugh as you turned onto your side, face buried in the blankets. “Chris!”

A muffled, "Fuck!" came from below, followed by more laughter—his this time, wild and full of disbelief.

“I miscalculated,” he admitted, laughing so hard he snorted. From the floor, he popped his head back up, your underwear still in one hand, completely unfazed.

“You think?!” you choked out, tears springing to your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“I was so close to being smooth,” he groaned, attempting to stand—and immediately swayed too far to the left, nearly toppling again before catching himself with a hand on the mattress.

“Get back up here, you dork,” you giggled, sitting up and reaching for him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he slurred dramatically, as if the fall had knocked all sense from him. His hair was a mess, lips swollen, and his pants still hanging halfway off, but he had the most ridiculous grin on his face as he crawled back onto the bed like nothing had happened.

He collapsed on top of you, chest against yours, panting from laughter and desire all at once.

You cupped his cheek, brushing back his damp hair as he hovered over you again. “Where were we?”

Chris grinned, lips brushing yours. “Somewhere between your thighs, if I remember correctly.”

“Then stay there this time.”

And when he did, you could still feel the echo of your laughter between every soft moan and whispered praise that followed.

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[pearlzier]

you look so pitiful right now. you're tucked into your boyfriend's arm, staring blankly at the phone in front of you as you attempt to ignore the aching pains filling your entire body. god, period's fucking sucked. you felt like hell, and even if chris didn't want to make it all about himself—seeing you so distraught made his heart ache in all sorts of dumb ways.

“if i could kick the shit out of your cramps, ma,” he spoke up, careful not to move you, “i would. i'd fuckin’ destroy ‘em.”

a small, faint smile plays on your lips at his words and you subtly shift a little closer, using him as a makeshift heating pad. not like you didn't already have one, but any extra warmth was good. “believe me, you'd have a hard time trying to get past me beating the shit out of them,” your words are lazy, a tiny bit uncomfortable to get out. this only makes chris whine a little more and he nuzzles his head into your shoulder.

“are you sure there's nothing i can do to help? anythin’?” his brows raise, fingers brushing over your arm in a gentle pass. you really can believe you got so lucky to get a guy like this, but you're in a bit too much pain bleeding out for you to uh, register that. “y'know, i heard uh.. a little trade secret, babe.”

you know full well he's gonna say some dumb shit, but you encourage his behaviour almost instantly. “i'm all for it,” you mumble into his arm, brows raising a little.

a little giggle almost instantly slips past his lips and he runs his fingers over your cheek, before he mutters, “period cramps can be relieved in some uh, intimate ways.”

“christopher—” he practically beams as he sees you giggle, and he raises his hands as if to surrender, before he gently shifts you over onto the other side of the bed so he could get up and grab you something to eat from the cabinet.

the man came prepared.

“okay, okay, what d'you want? we got everythin’,” he lifted a packet of chips, eyeing it for a moment before he glanced over at you, “what, as they say, tickles your fancy, huh?” he was such a dork, god. your dork, but still.

your eyes lift to look at the options he has available, and you slowly slink yourself upwards to see them with a little grunt. chris runs a hand through his hair, showing off the food he'd raided from the fridge without matt or nick noticing. “can i..” you frown for a moment, letting the wave of pain pass before you spoke up again, “surprise me, actually, i don't think i have the energy nor brain power to pick.”

“surprise you? gotcha, one sec,” he folded his arms over his chest, blue eyes flickering over the food before he grabbed the little packet of muffins, then grabbed you a drink as well. “these alright? i may be a bit rusty,” a grin plays on his lips, and he shrugs his shoulders.

“nah, you're all good,” you chirp, a smile brightening your face as he very accurately gets your favourite foods correct. “come back, please, i think the cold is seeping back in.”

a self-satisfied smirk tugs at his lips and he makes his way back over, muttering a quick, “too fucking good,” under his breath before he slinks back under the covers beside you, placing the muffins down onto the tray alongside your drink. “comfy?” he asks after a moment, voice a little softer.

“yeah,” you gently place his hand over your tummy to try get some of his warmth before you place your own over the top, sighing gently as you relaxed into his touch. he let his head sit against your shoulder, resting his chin happily.

after a little while, chris notices you fidgeting a little and he gently brings you into his chest and gently grasping at your tummy. “i got you, i got you,” he muttered, plucking your phone from your hands and holding it in one of his so all you had to focus on was holding onto him. laying back against the headboard, he breathes evenly. “just relax. i know it's hard.”

“you're the best, you know that?” you mumbled gently, sighing softly. even when your pain was insane, chris managed keep you relatively sane. your hands slide down to his and you interlace your fingers together, a little smile playing on chris’ lips. “the best.”

“just doin’ what i gotta for my girl,” he shrugs his shoulders gently—”s'no biggie at all.”

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[paradlselost]

Everybody 𝓛oves Somebody

earving x gn!reader

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ this was supposed to be fluff when i started writing but it sorta turned to hurt/comfort 💀. write an actual happy scene challenge (impossible) for me i guess. anyways this is the first fic I’ve posted on here with no smut so you know i have to make a part two with it 🙏

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ light breaking and entering 🤷 , hurt/comfort , Earving being a bit insecure , DEAN MARTIN ON THE TRACK WOOO , Earving being completely smitten with the reader , also being kinda a dork about old music , literally like 3 lines of dialog , no beta reading we die like Noir . 1.6k words

He doesn’t need to talk for you to understand him; the way desire laps at his every movement like cleansing flames. It’s what drove him here at this hour, to your little apartment in the city. And, if he had a bigger ego, to give you the opportunity to bask in the presence of one of the Seven.

His silence is unnerving in your quiet home. Somewhere in the distance cars go by and horns blare but it is muffled and seemingly unimportant in this room you stand in. There is a monster of a man in front of you, flakes of dried blood still marred the matte black armor that had become a second skin long before you two ever got acquainted.

You are acutely aware of his gaze from behind his soulless mask and every fiber of your being knows that, in this moment, you are his.

It feels strange sitting on his tongue; unable to escape his lips and be formed into words, how long has it been since he craved speech? How long since he had something for him and him only? He doesn’t know if he can answer that question, Vought takes everything sacred and turns it green. But he won’t let that happen, not this time, not with you.

If you weren’t pressed up against the counter by now, you would have been when he took a step forward. Measured and calculated; not too close as to push any boundaries or make you feel trapped, but to allow him to have a better view of you and your entirety. How beautiful you were, you are, to a being like him - who walks the line between monster and man so gracefully you might think he takes pride in it.

His breathing is audible and labored; like an overexcited dog, he pants against the balaclava that covers his lips and nose. A pitiful noise escapes his lips; choked and raw as though he hadn’t attempted to use it in years. He had learned to stop trying, to become the silent and deadly machine Vought had wanted him to be all along. But with you he suddenly found himself feeling inadequate.

Under the roof of your apartment and the stars in the night sky above; he is nothing but Earving, and that may be the scariest thing he’s ever had to face. Being entirely himself, entirely yours.

“It’s late, I didn’t think you would show up.” Your voice is soft as it breaks the quiet atmosphere, a hand gently reaching to caress his face through the thin black fabric. You’d never tire of the way he leaned into your touch.

A soft noise is all you get in response, something between a grumble and a murmur that lets you know how sorry he is to have kept you up so late, to have scared you with his entrance. It is never his intention to make you afraid; his heart simply yearns for the comfort of normalcy in a life with you.

It’s just him; no monster hiding in the shadows or figure at the end of the hall, he buries those for you - forces himself to push aside his machine like conditioning and display his heart and soul for your eyes only. How lucky you are, how lucky he is.

He wishes he would’ve met you sooner; that you could see him without his mask in the back of some room after a Payback meeting. That you could’ve kissed away the bruises left by Soldier Boy or the hot tears that stained his skin after not making his dream audition. What he wouldn’t give to have you then, to be able to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and feel the giddiness of a teenage boy falling in love for the first time.

But he has to be content with the here and now; and while the feelings still drum in the back of his mind and fill his heart he can never be complete again. Never leave Vought to be yours, never take you to his grandmother's ranch upstate, never get married or give you children. He is broken and flawed, pieces of his past self flaked off and buried in time.

And you love him all the same; you look at him and his mask like he was crafted by the gods to answer any prayers you whispered to yourself in the dead of night. He hates it, in a way, because you give him all of you and he knows he can never return that. He knows in sixty years you will be dying and he will only just be feeling the effects of aging.

How cruel is the world that he only thinks these things around you? That when he sees your smiling face and feels the warmth of your touch he is reminded of how fleeting it all is; of how in a second it can be stripped from him like his speech, like half his brain.

You only watch as he steps away for a moment, he shys away once again and leaves you standing there, fingertips lingering with the warmth of his mask. He is careful as he makes his way over to a shelf in your living area, like he’s worried about breaking the floorboards under him or waking up your neighbors with his boots. It’s practiced, you’ve picked up on by now, how he is acutely aware of every sound he makes and how to minimize them.

Though, the quiet doesn’t seem to matter for long. A record is set on its player; Dean Martin’s “Everybody Loves Somebody” crooning through the room. He seems stagnant over it for a moment, fingers grazing the speakers to feel the vibrations that leave it. He’s always been enamored with vinyls but he especially loves yours, loves using the music as an excuse to see you.

For tonight he can bury the insecurities that bubble in his chest and remind him how human he truly is; he can turn and take your hand in his and invite you to dance with him. And God, can he relish in the blush that coats your cheeks as you wrap your arms loosely around the back of his neck. He is lucky, he doesn’t need to remind himself of this fact.

His gloved hands rest on your hips, feeling the sway between the two of you. How he always wished to have someone to think of like the men in older songs sang about. The kind of pining and love one could only feel from someone truly special; he knew it was you, every moment away from your presence only meant you were the first thing on his mind constantly. Meetings, missions, his mind would wander back to his love he would be able to see again.

His heart yearned for nights like these, when your chest was flush with his and you rested your head against his breastplate. You don’t mind the blood that is still caked to him, a contrast between the black and dark silver accents of his armor. An arm moves from draping over his shoulders to tracing lazily around the now deep crimson.

The song was near complete by the time his gloved hand traveled up to grasp your chin gently, to tilt your head up and meet the eyes of his mask. He wants to be complete for you, to give you everything he has even if he’s a broken mess. He wants to show you the scars that mar his skin and let you be privy to the pain he has gone through, to the dull ache on his burns and the milky white of his eye.

He wants to lift his mask and kiss you for the first time; to let you feel his rough lips against your own.

But his prayers aren’t answered, wishes aren’t granted as a sudden knock on your door drives you two apart. It’s late, far too much so for uninvited visitors, you’re tentative as you step over to the door and peer through the hole. A sigh gracing your lips at the sight of your neighbor on the other side.

“Hey, could you turn the music down? It’s late and I have work in the morning.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.” Grumbles are the only thing you’re met with as they walk off, back down the hall to their own door. Soft crackles sound through the room now, the song over and leaving you with nothing but the end of the vinyl.

The living room is empty when you return, he’s gone, having taken his leave sometime during your two second conversation with the neighbor down the hall. It’s not a surprise, though it leaves you with an empty feeling in your chest. How close you had been to getting to see the man behind the mask, to feeling his lips against yours. You know he can’t stay, that he won’t jeopardize his job for you. Or, better yet, jeopardize you with his job, but the feeling still isn’t one you like.

The record player is turned off after a moment, leaving you back in the silence you had just left, but this time without him standing in front of you. Maybe he won’t ever show you his face, let you be privy to his life before his silence, but you hold the knowledge that the machine of the Seven will always flock to you like a lamb to its shepherd, walls up and all.

And for now; that is enough.

[darksigns-exe]

always at your side - davis rider x reader

warnings: none

word count: 866

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You expected that there’d be jokes at your expense. This isn’t the first time that you’ve worked on a tour, and it’s just part of it – a rite of passage, a sign that you’re part of the group. The rational part of you knows that all it means is that Matt felt confident enough in you to know that a low blow would be received as a joke. He couldn’t have known that he hit a raw nerve with that particular joke. 

He can’t know about every little insecurity you hold in your chest, and you honestly do not expect him – or anyone – to do so. 

You make a vague excuse about needing to pee and slither your way out of the room. You hope that no one has picked up on the shift in your mood, you don’t need them to know how bad the line made you feel. It’ll make things weird and Matt will feel bad and go back to being cold and curt with you like he was when you first started to work with the band. 

You rush down the hallway in search of the restrooms. You don’t know this venue and the maze of hallways has been confusing everyone as it is, and with how fuzzy your mind feels right now you’re struggling even more to orient yourself. 

Eventually, you resign yourself to a quiet corner and sink down against the cold brick wall. Everything is better than being inside that room right now. 

You shouldn’t get this worked up over an old thing like that anymore, but the blow came so out of nowhere that it caught you entirely off guard. And you know that Matt hadn’t intended for it to actually hurt, but you can’t stop the ache that grips into your chest as the words reverberate around your brain. You can feel yourself spiralling deeper and deeper, entirely unable to do something about it. 

You sense someone squatting down in front of you. You can’t immediately make out who it is, but when you put your focus to it, Davis’ voice slowly becomes clearer. 

“What’s going on? Talk to me. Did something happen?” he asks, concern pouring out of every word. 

You draw in a trembling breath, unsure of how you should word what happened. 

“Let me guess one of those dorks didn’t know when to stop and said something out of line?” he says when he realises that you’re clearly struggling with your words, “I’m not going to make excuses for them, but they’re all used to taking jabs from each other. What those clowns think is normal is by no means normal. I’m sure that whoever said it didn’t actually mean for it to hurt.” 

Hearing him affirm what you’ve been trying to convince yourself of takes a little bit of that ache out of your chest again. 

“I hate it but they’re a bunch of boys with no limits around each other. You should have seen them a couple of years ago.” he says, a smile playing on his lips. 

“The worst thing is that Matt couldn’t have known that it’s something I’m sensitive about.” you finally reply. 

Davis lets out a breath, “I know that sucks. It doesn’t feel good, but I can assure you that especially Matt wouldn’t be purposefully hurtful like that. He’s a grouchy asshole sometimes, but he’s a good guy. And we’re all glad that you’re here – more than you can even imagine.” 

You think that he wants to say more, but he doesn’t continue. Instead, Davis rises to full height again, holding out his hands to help you off the ground. 

“Do you want to make a stop by catering? I saw that they have ice cream and if we get there before the rest do we can get the good stuff.” 

You let him help you off the ground and as soon as you’re on your feet again, Davis pulls you into a tight hug.

“I can give you a few pointers if you want to have something to counter their bullshit with. I know things.”

You take the ice creams you’ve picked up at catering out to the back of the venue so that you can sit out in the sun for a while. 

“Thank you for this.” You say as you finish your portion. 

“Not for this. Touring is rough enough as it is. If we can pick each other up we should. Don’t be afraid to give them a taste of their own medicine. They can take it. Especially Matt.”

“I’m not sure if that’s for me.”

“And that’s okay. No one will hold it against you if you stay out of that game.”

Davis gives you a comforting smile that manages to usher the rest of the anxiety out of your chest. 

You stay outside until Matt’s voice buzzes from walkie-talkie asking you to come back inside so that you can finish setting up the merchandise with him. Davis follows with the offer to help, which you’re honestly more than happy about. Having a little bit of extra support is nice, especially when it makes your heart thump a little bit harder. 

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[sunnyie-eve]

53 | Vegas Baby

Series: Unexpected

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Matt being dirty

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"We are in Vegas right now. And we are in..." Matt starts to explain.

"Basically in hell." Dani cuts in fanning herself with her fan.

"Literally, I'm sweating my ass off right now." Matt agrees before going on, "But we are in a very big rush right now. To check in, turn in our bags, and then we're going straight to a casino that our older brother is playing poker in right now." Matt says then explains the potion Justin was playing in at the moment. "We're trying to get there so that when he... Possibly wins this, we are there or if he loses, we're there to celebrate. The crazy second place because there was 11,000 people in this tournament."

When they met up with Justin it was after he got second place, "How are you?" Chris asks him.

"Good."

"That was the worst fucking beat I've ever seen." Matt says as they hug.

"Hey, don't ignore me." Dani laughs at Justin putting a fist out for a bump so he gives her one, "Thank you, love you."

As they meet up with Justin's friends, Chris explains to viewers what they were trying to do, "We're trying to find a place to go and all hangout. Me and Datt are the only three that are under 21." Chris explains using Dani and Matt's ship name, "So it's like annoying cause we don't drink and we don't want to gamble. We want to be able to be freely everywhere."

When they all get on a party bus, Chris automatically asks for the aux making Dani laughs at him. As they play music, Matt records Dani with his phone as she nods her head to the music, "Get into it, girl." He says making her laugh so she does his move punching towards the camera, "Ohh, go Dani! Do the Matt dance."" He cracks her up.

As the older group goes inside a casino for a bit the younger ones stay outside enjoying the scenery, "This is nice." Dani tells Matt as he walks towards her leaving Chris's side.

"Shut up." He tells Chris as he walks off, "The waterfall is." Matt tells Dani.

"Why did you tell him to shut up?" She asks.

"Keeps referring us as Datt to other people." He tells her, "I asked him to stop but all he does is laugh in response. So expect that from him." He lets her know.

As the group keeps walking around Dani turns to film Matt as he looked around, "You look good." 

"Not as good as you do." He gives her a smile.

Back at the hotel, Dani was laying in bed on her phone looking at pictures of her and Matt. "You okay?" Matt walks over to her shutting the door behind him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She laughs.

"You weren't very chatty." He sits next to her.

"I was letting you guys hangout with Justin and his friends. So I kept to myself or talked to Memo, but I'm okay." She laughs more. 

"Justin sees you as a sister so you didn't need to think you were in the way."

"I didn't but okay." She laughs even more as he moves closer to her, "Can I help you?"

"Yes." His lips meet her lips in a short but sweet kiss.

"I would kiss you more but Memo and Chris are in the living room. Maybe we come back next year just us two." She runs her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, we'll be 21 so we can actually go places." He agrees then smiles, "Drink and have fun. If you know what I mean." He gives her a look.

"I do get what you mean. You're a horndog since we did it." She shoves him away playfully.

"Can you blame me? Look at my beautiful, gorgeous, hot, sexy girlfriend." He gives her the biggest smile.

"You are such a dork." She laughs as he lays down next to her just smiling, "I'm not risking anything in Vegas so don't think about it buddy." She gives him a look and he pouts, "Not gonna work on me love bug. I still love you though." She gets up to go use the bathroom.

The next morning Dani goes to join the boys for breakfast and sees Chris filming their morning and he turns to show her, "Chris, I look like death." 

"No, you don't." He gives her a smile so she gives him a grumpy look.

"It's 6am... I know exactly what I look like. Death." She tells him.

"You look fine." He tells her so she takes the camera from him.

"Now, you two look fantastic. The boys looking good." She films the two of them in their robes.

"Take those socks off and really feel the slippers." Chris tells Matt, who tells him no.

"Honestly, I don't care for them." Dani tells them.

"They aren't all that so I don't care. I prefer my own shoes." Matt tells Chris before walking to the table to eat.

"Hopefully for Power Slap the boys will let me wear what I have planned." Dani turns the camera to record herself then turns it to Chris.

"Wear something decent. You're young." He tells her.

"Agree." Matt

"This is my outfit guys!" Dani shows it off, "I know it's Power Slap but I'm still in Vegas." She knew it was a big much for the event. "And yes, both guys hate that I'm wearing this out and I'm not listening to them this time." She laughs, "Don't give me that look Matt." She sees him walk in, "Stop being so grumpy."

"You looking to get a date?" He crosses his arms.

"It's Vegas, dude. I doubt I'll find someone my age."

"It's Power Slap day. We're about to go meet up with Justin." Chris lets viewers know as they wait in the elevator.

A noise happened making Matt look up, "Hate that."

"Aww, just like when we first met." Dani laughs so Matt shakes his head at her.

When they meet up with Justin, Dani waves at him, "Bubba!" She does it to annoy the other two.

"Looking good, sis." He fists bumps her and Chris rolls his eyes.

"Here too?" He sighs then smiles, "Let's just find the north elevator."

"Memo knows where it is." Matt lets the group know.

Arriving at the event, they get their wrist bands and free t shirts as well. "I'm really happy you agreed to come along." Matt walks with Dani by his side.

"Making me sick." Justin looks back at the two.

As they take their seats, Matt makes sure Chris was busy before turning towards Dani, "This a date?" He jokes, "I would count it."

"What are you two talking about over here?" Chris leans over causing Dani to laugh.

"Matt just being dumb." Dani lies and Chris nods his head. As the event starts Dani leans closer to Matt, "You really want to consider this as a date..." She asks him and Justin hears looking over a bit.

"Don't say it." Matt looks at him before leaning closer to Dani while Chris talks to Justin about the slap. "It was a joke. I would never." He lets her know.

Once the event was over, Justin went back with his brothers and Dani to their hotel room. The brother chatted while Dani went to go take a shower. "So Chris has this idea that you should ask Dani out since it's Vegas." Justin tells Matt and continues to talk about it acting like he didn't know about them because of Chris.

"Why are you starting now too?" Matt gives him a look as he stands next to him.

"What happens in Vegas stays-,"

"No," Matt cuts him off not wanting him to push Chris to start as well, "I'm not asking her."

"It's not marriage." Justin laughs at him.

"When will all of you give up on that idea?"

"The day I die." Chris tells him, "I fully believe she would say yes."

"Is one of the reasons because of the hate she would get? You're worried about her."

"Of course I am." Matt tells Justin so Justin looks at Chris.

"They're perfect..." Chris tells him.

"Dude, I can't with you. We're friends and we're okay."

"But I'm not." Chris whines a little.

"I can't." Matt leaves the room and his brothers laugh at him.

[creaturefeaster]

May we pleaseeee learn some more about Scotty and Matt?

Scotty is an impressionable dude who likes to be friends with whoever he deems cool. Within the last few pre-Fault years, he's become friends with Zack for this reason. He likes to talk a big game, but he's kind of a dork at heart. Very goofy, sometimes he owns it, sometimes it's unintentional. He's really tall and lanky and moves like if a deer had something wrong with it.

Matt is a much more reserved dude, and he gets along best with Taylor but he still is friends with Scotty-- though he doesn't necessarily agree with the path Scotty has gone down. Matt's a bit of an eccentric. He's a decent dude and is generally easy to get along with, but he can get very particular about things, and can get irrational when something upsets him.

If you're curious about their connections, Matt is an alright friend of Taylor's, and a longer time friend of Scotty's. He knows Zack mostly through Scotty (though he's been well aware of him for some time), but he doesn't like him.

Taylor likes keeps company generally more chill and on his level which is why he and Matt get along well. Scotty used to be more chill, but since he's fallen in with bad crowd Taylor doesn't vibe with him as well these days.

Scotty isn't super close with Taylor, but they are in many similar social circles so their acquaintanceship was inevitable. But Scotty is really down with Zack, and is one of his better friends-- at least, one of his better friends of the year.

((Not really related to your ask but just as an aside: Zack is an outlier of this group, to be honest. He doesn't normally hang out with them. He likes to bounce between a lot of friend groups, hanging out with whoever reaches out or whoever he thinks about. It was merely chance that he ended up stuck with these guys when the Fault happened.))

[strniohoeee]

Wait Line

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: After getting Matt to teach her how to drive, Y/N takes some unexpected turns that leave Matt scared🤭

Warnings⚠️: None really, small snippet of reckless driving kinda??🤞🏽. This one’s also a short blurb idea!

Song for the imagine: Highway Tune- Greta Van Fleet

We’re stopping on the highway girl

Because I want to burn my gas

There one girl I know

That I’m never gonna pass

“Teach you how to drive?” Matt questioned looking up from his phone

“Well yes…who else am I going to ask?” I said throwing my hands up

“Uhh your mom, your dad, uhhh literally anyone else but me” he said laughing

“My parents are scared of my driving” I said

“And you want me to get in the car with you after saying that?” He said raising an eyebrows

“Come on Matt please! That was when I was 18, and I’m 20 now I think I know how to drive better” I said begging him

“Uhhh okay fine, but please don’t kill us” he said standing up

“YESS” I shouted jumping around

Matt had driven us to a secluded parking lot because he was really scared I’d hit a car, a tree or a person. I found him to be dramatic, but whatever.

“Okay soo the left is to stop and the right is to go” he said looking down at the pedals

“Matt I’m not an idiot I’ve driven before” I said looking over at him

“When’s the last time you drove?” He said holding his ear out to hear me

“Two years ago” I said rolling my eyes

“Exactly! Now hush and let me say what I need to say” he said smiling at me

“You’re such a dork” I replied pushing him away

“This is your gear shift, those are the signals and uhh yeah that’s about it” he said

“Perfect” I said putting the car in drive

“Okay so I want you to go to that pole right there nice and slow” he said pointing at the red pole

I nodded my head and began to roll off slowly

“Okay now some gas would be nice, so we could get there” he said

“So sassy Matthew” I said scoffing

I hit the gas a bit too hard and we went flying

“OKAY STOP” he yelled out

I slammed the brakes, and we both jolted forward a bit

“Jesus woman….you're going to give us whiplash” he said looking over at me

“I’m sorry” I said laughing

Matt had me drive into parking spots, reverse and even do a U-turn to practice. I started to get the hang of it and was getting confident….too confident.

I began to drive a bit too fast not seeing a pothole.

“WATCH OUT” Matt yelled pulling the steering wheel a bit

“WHAT” I screamed letting go of the wheel

“PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL” he yelled back, and I grabbed the wheel

I stopped and put the car in park

“Matt what the fuck” I said looking over at him

“That was a huge pothole my tire would’ve been fucked” he said laughing

“Well I would’ve got you a new one” I said in a matter of fact way

“Uhh no tires are expensive, and you are supposed to actively avoid potholes; so you’re not constantly fucking up your tires” he said rubbing his head

“Ahh I see” I said nodding my head

“Jesus save us all please” he said putting his hands up in prayer

“Ohh stop being a big baby” I said

I put the car in drive and began to drive again on my own, and Matt wasn’t really paying attention. I figured I was doing a good job.

I wanted to have a bit of fun, and it was 2AM, so the roads were pretty empty. A smirk grew on my face and I decided to leave the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He said looking around

“I’m taking us back home” I said

“Do you know the way?” He asked

“Yes I do, don’t worry sit back relax I got this” I said patting his arm

He let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded his head. However I decided I didn’t want to go home, but rather someplace better….on the freeway

“This isn’t the way back to the house Y/N” he said looking around

“I know a shortcut” I said lying to him

He was looking down at his phone, and I got onto the freeway and merged over.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” he screamed looking at me

“Taking the shortcut duh” I said looking over at him

“You can barely drive in a parking lot…get off of the freeway” he said

“No I got it” I replied

“Pull over and let me take over” he said back

“NOO I GOT IT” I said loudly

“We have to get off the freeway” he said getting nervous

“Okay fine” I said and looked down

Instead of pulling over, or getting off at the exit I decided to hit the gas harder. It was 65 MPH, and I decided to go 85

“Y/N STOP THE FUCKING CAR WERE FLYING AND YOU COULD LOSE CONTROL” he said bracing himself

“ISNT THIS FUNNNN” I yelled as I was flying down the road

“WE ARE GOING TO GET PULLED OVER STOP IT NOW” he yelled

I rolled my eyes and began to slow down and pulled over on the shoulder so we could switch. Once we switched Matt was a bit more upset now.

“Jesus Y/N what the hell were you thinking?” He said taking the exit to head back home

“I just wanted to have some fun” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Fun? You barely know how to drive in a parking lot” he said scoffing

“Well my teacher wasn’t paying attention…he was on his phone” I said poking him

“Well yeah I didn’t expect you to go flying down the freeway” he said smacking my hand away

“Oh come on Matt…live a little” I said rolling my eyes

“Live a little? You damn near killed us” he said

“But I didn’t” I said pointing at him

Matt gave me a hard glance before a smile appeared on his face, and he started to laugh.

“God never do that again” he said laughing

“I promise I won’t” I said laughing

We laughed the whole way home, and I was pretty sure Matt would never let me drive his car again.

“Thanks for the lesson” I said as I shut the passenger door

“Anytime” he said locking the door

“Mmm same time next week?” I asked him

“Oh fuck no…never again actually” he said looking over at me

“Uhh whatever loser” I said back

We laughed about it the whole night….Matt was the best, and I was so glad he was there to take the joy ride with me!

The End

Hope you guys liked this short little blurb. I wasn’t so sure what to write or how to make it interesting, but I hope you liked it😋. Love yallll🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

@ssturniolofilmss

[terrortwinunicorn]

From The Bronx, With Love

Damian's POV

While y/n and myself packed up the leftovers from lunch Demi got water for the dogs while Matt had kindly taken the trash to the bins before taking it to the curb for us.

"Luis. Y/N," Demi looks at us "Can I ask something?"

"Depends. I mean no we won't kill anyone," y/n smirks and Demi rolls her eyes.

"I'm serious," she looks at us.

" Sis. Ask already!" I said.

"The bed thing. When did that change?!" she inquiries.

Y/N let out a laugh as she drank her iced water with lemon.

"That was your question?! And you questioned me about if Ginger was wearing white," I tease.

"Yeah. I'm curious. I know how you two got into massive amounts of trouble when y/n and you accidentally fell asleep together in the same bed back when you were seventeen," she shoved her hands into her pockets and pouts lightly as she stares at her feet.

"Luis. You apologize," y/n sternly warns.

"Okay. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. But to answer your question. We finally convinced them to allow us to share a bed New Years Eve 2001. We literally had both turned eighteen months prior with this one," I drape an arm across y/n's shoulders "Being my older woman," y/n raised an eyebrow at me.

"You really love to rub that in huh Luis Berrios," she teased her lips pursed.

"Fuck yeah. I scored an older woman who always said she wouldn't date someone younger than her," I bent and we are nose to nose she fought smiling.

She met my eyes, a smile tugging on her lips even as she fought it and I grin at her and her fight was lost as she smiles before rolling her eyes "Respect your elders," she teased pecking my lips "Even if I am only twenty-eight days older."

I chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her pressing a quick kiss to her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. As we peck each other's lips as I bent y/n's backwards lightly.

Demi clears her throat. We both laugh as I stood up pulling y/n to an upright position.

"Lo sentimos," we said as y/n wipes away the Killing me Softly from my lips. (We're sorry)

"You're forgiven," she smirks as Matt came in shaking his head.

"You have some weird neighbors," he laughs "Some lady accused me of stealing your garbage."

"Corrine," we said.

"She's harmless but is awfully peculiar when it comes to trash," y/n explained "Best to ignore her."

"Enough about trash. Can we please get to the story now?!" begs Demi.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Waking up that afternoon. Y/N is still sound asleep by me. A soft small smile on her face. I was wondering what could make her smile like that. I smile myself as I rubbed my face and groan before stretching as I did so I accidentally woke y/n up.

"Lo siento mi amiga," I whispered. (I'm sorry my friend)

"No te preocupes, amigo mío," she murmured as she rubs her eyes and stretched "What time is it?" (Don't worry, my friend.)

"Twelve thirty. How did you sleep?" I inquire.

"Like a rock," she giggles as she laid on her side looking at me "You?" she relaxed onto her arm. I laid on my back but turned my face to hers.

"Same but I was more of a boulder," I smirk.

Y/N rolls her eyes but giggles lightly "Luis. You're a dork. I love you but you are a dork," she smiles shaking her head.

" I love you too," I smile leaning over and kissing her forehead as a knock came on the door before it opens and my pops pokes his head in. As y/n rolled to her back.

" Um you two planning on getting up soon?" he questioned.

"Be up soon pops," I smile "Just woke up."

" I have to go out for a bit. Try not to burn the house down," he said.

"I will try not," I chuckle.

" I can make food Señor Martínez. I'm a pretty safe chef. Well unless it comes to knives," y/n smiles.

"Okay you're in charge of cooking and Luis you cut whatever y/n's needs," Pops chuckled.

" You got it sir," y/n smiles.

"Be good," he warned as he left the room.

Y/N turned her head to me "Probably should get up," she softly spoke.

"You're right," I nod.

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Downstairs.....

Y/N had popped in one of the cds Misty burnt for the road trip. The house fills with the melodic melody of Anywhere for You by Backstreet Boys. She's preparing the chicken to make fried chicken sandwiches.

"Luis does your pops have paprika? I need it for the flour mixture," she was looking at the spice rack.

"Here," I smile as I took it off the top shelf above her head and hand it to her.

"Gracias Pookie," she smiles as she also grabbed pepper, garlic powder and onion powder.

"De nada Squish," I smile kissing her temple.

"Once you finish cutting the red onions. Mind washing the tomatoes and lettuce before getting those prepared?"

"Of course," I smile as Forever In Your Eyes by Jessica Simpson began.

Our eyes met and y/n blushed lightly as she quickly turned her attention to the flour in the bowl ahead of her she quickly put the spices into the flour and mixed it until it was combined. She quickly got to work dredging the chicken.

Misty had really compiled a playlist of songs that certainly suggested something. I looked over at y/n as Fall In Love Again by Nick Lachey began. I swallowed thickly.

"Luis?" y/n calls me softly.

"Yeah?" I asked looking at her.

"My nose itches can you scratch it. My hands are coated," I chuckled as I reached over and scratch her nose.

"Better?" I smile she nods.

Her eyes met mine and maybe it's because of the song I Think I'm In Love With You by Jessica Simpson currently filling the house but the breath hitched in my throat. I shook my head. Shaking the thoughts from my brain. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"You alright?" she murmured.

I nod "Fine," I quickly wash my hands before cutting the tomato as y/n began singing along to I Got My Eyes On You by Jessica Simpson.

I raised an eyebrow as she was singing along her hips swaying as she placed the chicken into the hot oil. I smirk as the song changed. Y/N not missing a beat began singing along with Boyz II Men with their a capella version of the Doo-wop song In The Still Of The Nite (I'll Remember). My lips pulling into a smile. Granted she said she wouldn't be selling out stadiums like Britney but she has a decent voice. When the song turns to Dreaming Of You by Selena filling the space.

"Mm. I love this song," she murmured as she sways. I smile as I put the knife down before offering her my hand.

"¿Puedo tener este baile?" I question. (Can I have this dance?)

Y/N looks at me and then my hand before she smiles placing her hand in mine. She placed a hand on my bicep as I place my other hand on her lower back. We began dancing to the song. One of my favorite songs by one of my artists.

Y/N looks up at me. Our eyes meeting. A smile panting both of our faces. We still. The only thing filling the air was the song. I reached up tucking her hair behind her ear. Our eyes never leaving one another. I licked my lips as her eyes flicker down to my lips before coming back to my eyes. I caress her cheek as I lean in and as I was about to kiss her the moment is ruined by pops coming in the back door.

The song changing to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by Marvin Gaye. Y/N quickly going back to the chicken frying on the stove. Pops smiles.

"What are we making?" he inquiries as he walked to the kitchen island as y/n sang along to the song.

" Fried chicken sandwiches. Would you like one Señor Martínez?"

"if I can make the coleslaw," he chuckles as he pulls out fresh cabbage and carrots.

"If it isn't any trouble," said y/n.

"Not in the slightest," he says.

He got a bowl and sharp knife before standing next to me.

"You need any help pops?" I asked.

"Make the sauce. You know how to," he taps the bowl.

I nod. Not sure if he saw the near kiss. I wasn't bringing it up if he didn't.

"Sure thing pops," I quickly began making the sauce.

" Luis?" he says.

"Yes?"

"I saw that," he states.

"Saw what?" I asked as y/n began singing along to It's Gotta Be You by Backstreet Boys. Pops and I glance at her before Pops shakes his head slightly.

"I can completely understand why you're in love with her," my head snapped to him. My face I was sure in an absolute state of shock.

"Pardon?"

"I can completely understand why you're in love with y/n," he replied.

"See even your pops knew!"

giggles Demi.

I nod "Father really did

know best in this case."

"I still can't believe all the missed

opportunities," Matt shook

his head.

"What?!" I asked.

"You heard me," Pops replied knowingly.

"I'm not in love with y/n," I whispered as y/n took a chicken out before placing another in as she sways and sings along to I Need You Tonight by Backstreet Boys. She is blissfully unaware of the conversation happening less than three feet away.

"Mi hijo. Had I walked in thirty seconds later than I did. I would have walked in on you two kissing," he knowingly states. I stare at my pops. I blink not realizing my jaw hung open "Close your mouth mi hijo. You'll catch flies," he reaches up closing my mouth.

"No pops. No we would not have been kissing!" I whisper screamed.

Pops snorted a laugh "Yeah and I am the tooth fairy," he smiles.

I shook my head "No what you saw was. Was us having a dance."

"You two were still. Your lips millimeters from each other. Either you were talking really close or you were about to kiss," he laughs lightly "mi hijo It's not a crime to kiss her. You know that right? You're both twenty-two. I mean I saw it even when you two were kids," he explained "there was a love there that I can't quite explain neither can your mamá or even y/n's parents. Your hearts are forever intertwined. If you do end up with y/n I will be very happy."

"Pops. I-I don't think that's going to happen," I shook my head as y/n drops the next chicken into the oil.

"Okay. If it doesn't I am just glad you two have each other," he admits "But honestly. Honestly mi hijo I have seen the stolen glances. The touches. The way your face lights up when you talk about y/n and vice versa. How your eyes brighten when someone mentions her and they same goes for y/n when someone mentions you," he held my shoulders. I looked at him "Just listen to your heart."

"I promise," I said.

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"And it took nineteen more years but you finally listened to your hearts," said Demi.

"Yes. And yes we regret it and yes I wish I could turn back time," y/n says and I nod.

"So onto the next day?" I inquire.

Y/N smirks "Oh when we went to the club with the crew and ran into your ex?" she murmured.

Demi's eyes grew wide and I can tell she was salivating "Ooooh we are in for some tea!!!!" she giggles as she claps her hands.

"And the dogs could go pee," said Matt.

"Okay. Pee break for everyone," said y/n.

I nod "And we can prepare a snack," I offer.

" Yes we can make a charcuterie board," y/n grins.

"Sounds like a plan," I smile pressing a kiss to her temple.

Now it was a quick bathroom break and snack break.

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Gardening and a Glass of Orange Juice

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Wordcount: 1388

❥Tags: SFW, Chubby!reader, gender neutral, mutual pinning, fluff, one shot, just two dorks chatting a bit.

❥Synopsis: A small little visit from a certain adventurer brings up a few memories from the past as the two of you share a glass of fresh orange juice.

❥A/N: I thought I received a request for Finn/chubby reader and came up with this in one go but turns out it included Fern- whoops! I'll be sharing this one shot as its own thing while I write something with the two of them and finish my 2024 master list. (I'm testing out a new format, bare with me)

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It's the beginning of summer and what better way to prepare than to tend your garden with seasonal goods, your spring batch of flowers are lovely of course but the thought of eating home-grown watermelon while taking in the view of sunflowers and marigolds had you working the moment June came up in your calendar.

That's how you've spent the whole morning toiling away at the soil until it was smooth enough to plant seeds, even if it meant sinking easily into the dirt due to your weight but there's not much to complain about the smell of fresh dirt or at least until you hear ringing coming from the bell by the main entrance to your home. Oh! A visitor. You leave behind your tools and dust your hands on the side of your clothes before checking through the peephole only to reveal blue eyes and a bright smile, if there's anything else besides gardening that has you equally excited it's this adventurer. "Look who decided to pop around, got tired of adventuring yet Finn?" You open the door to greet him with a smile that could match his, only difference is that you still have all your teeth.

"Only if you got bored of babysitting plants and whatnot." He snapped right back knowinly, already awaiting the answer.

"Heck nah," you wave a hand, it's then that you noticed the gator biting into the side of his robot arm. "By the looks of it, neither have you. What's with the gator?"

Finn looks down at the animal completely unfazed as if a fly just landed on his shoulder. "Oh just a little science experiment that escaped PB's shack, I was on my way to bring it back til I saw something that reminded me of you." It's then that Finn pulls out a ceramic pot from his backpack with his good arm, handing it over as your playful smile tones down into a content one. You give the bowl a closer view, admiring it's matte purple color that would look wonderful with a couple of cosmos, it's a little chipped off around the edges but it's a little imperfection that reminds you of the person who gave it to you. 

"I love it, thanks Finn." You try to give him one of your classic bear hugs in return but it only made the gator growl at you, breaking into laughter between the two of you. "How about I fetch you a glass of orange juice instead?"

Finn nods and follows you into the kitchen noticing there's different potted plants in here than the last time he visited you, he sits on a dining chair to the best of his abilities with a live animal chowing down on him but it's nothing more than an afterthought when he takes in the sight of you at the kitchen counter. How you move around comfortable in your own skin despite how much dirt was on you considering your favorite hobby, with the weather being as hot as it is today he takes note that you're dressed appropriately that allows good movement and sheds you from the sun, now, Finn is far from knowing anything about fashion nor does he pay mine to what others wear but he particularly likes how your current loose fitting outfit sways everytime you go back and forth looking for a clean cup, it reminds him of tree canopies swaying in the wind. He also takes note of the skin on your arms and your face, sprinkled with telltale signs of work under the sun due to dried patches of skin peeling off, he wonders if you've been using enough sunscreen but then again he isn't one to talk with how spotted his own arms became. Anyone can chalk it down to being hipocrit but in reality he cares about you more than he does about himself- I mean, he's got an entire gator on his arm.

"Here ya go, sorry for the mess I forgot to do dishes yesterday."  You apologize, holding two glasses for both of you.

"Thanks."

But in that small instant Finn also admired your hands, they're heftier than his but also just as hardworking with years of experience using gardening tools and littered with small faded cuts due to handling flowers with thorns.

You caught him staring but you tried to not make note of it. "So, going back to Princess Bubblegum huh? How's she holding up? Last time I heard she got overthrown by that old coot King of Ooo."

"She's been doing alright, she moved in her uncle's shack and started growing stuff like you do."

"Huh, never knew she'd had it in her to work on stuff outside of castles and laboratories..." You raise your eyebrows. "You know, princesses with their luscious hair and dainty princess hands."

Finn notes there's something mixed in this conversation, jealousy perhaps?

"Well, I've lost a few arm wrestling matches against Muscle Princess."

You snort a bit at that. "Alright maybe not all of them. But you've always been popular with them, heck I remember back in the day you were head over heels and couldn't take three steps out of your house without a princess calling for help even though we had plans." 

Ah, so that's what it is. Resentment.

"Oh yeah... I mean I still help anyone who needs it, but atleast I know how to handle my time than when I was a kid." Finn tries to laugh it off but he still feels the regret creeping in, so he plays it off nonchalantly by taking a long sip from his juice even though it was eating him on the inside.

"True..." You look away with your own cup in hand. "Has there been any huge differences between that kid and now?" You asked him, wanting to hear his perspective.

"A few, but the first one that comes to mind is that I make room for important things and people."

You take a moment to let that sink in, turning your attention to the matte flower pot he brought you. It's now that you feel silly for bringing up the past when it only exists in memories, your line of thought was interrupted when you broke into a chuckle as you hear the gator growl once more. "Well, there will be time to hang out once you don't have an alligator chomping on your arm." You down the last gulp of your juice and turn around to look for something in your drawers while Finn finishes his own glass. Once he's done he leaves the cup on the kitchen table while you hand him a few bags of seeds. "Here, it's a good season to grow cucumbers and I happen to have a few extra lying around, they should be easy to maintain if PB doesn't have that much experience with produce yet. And tell her I said hi." 

Finn accepts the seeds and pockets them.

"I could come back and help you out placing the sticks and strings around them."

"Oh don't worry about that, I've grown used to placing trellis on my own... But it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand. That is, if the gator doesn't bite it off first."

This time Finn is the one chuckling but considering the state of his robotic arm and the dents left by the gator, his laughter is more so on the nervous side as the animal has been chomping on it for a while now.

"I'll hurry up then." 

You company the young man to your door but not without bidding him goodbye in a funny way, holding your laughter during the way out. "Alrighty then, see you later alligator." You wave, almost cracking down at the sight of his expression before returning the favor.

"See you in a while crocodile." Finn waves back.

By the time you close the door you break down in a hysterical laughter until your sides hurt, it's then that you're left in a better mood than earlier as you make your way to the kitchen and prepare extra orange juice for your visitor because unlike other times when the call of action was too strong for him to ignore, you get the feeling he'll come straight back to you this time.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Matt with a cosplayer s/o? I can totally see them doing cosplay couples such as Link and Zelda, David and Lucy, Zhongli and Tartaglia, Jean and Lisa... And please could It be fluff (and maybe something spicy If you want)? Thank you!! 🩷

PLZ IM SO WEAK FOR THIS REQUEST OML !!! Thank you for this 🙏🏻 also sorrrryyyyy this took me literally forever to get to. ENJOY~

Note: FUCK IT!!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY IDCCCC

Cosplay Couple 🧡

This dweeb would for sure be the one to bring all the ideas to you. I could see him running up to you, practically shaking from excitement as he takes a deep breath then tells you his thoughts.

“Link and Zelda, hm? That sounds fun but Link is canonically shorter than Zelda sooo…”

If you’re shorter than him, he’s immediately like “HELL YEAH!!! ILL BE THE PRINCESS. IM GONNA WEAR A DRESS!”

If you’re taller than him, he immediately gets flirty. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to see you dressed up like a princess. You’re gonna be so freaking adorbs.”

Honestly he gives zero fucks about gender roles and stuff like that. If he wants to dress as a female character, he will. And he won’t do some gender bent version of it, he’s going full out girly girl.

But he likes dressing as male and other gendered characters too. He just likes to cosplay his fav characters and sometimes his favs are girls. 🤷🏻 whatevs

Will absolutely take you to comicon or any other fun convention. He’d be running around like a kid in a candy store with $100.

Might even get too excited. Like running into people, tripping and falling type excited. You may have to hold his hand or put him on one of those money backpack leash things for kids lmao

Will also beg you like a million times to take pics of him with any cosplayers that he thinks are really cool and well done.

Fucking cutie dork is like ✌🏻😃 in every pic

Also asks several different people at different times throughout the day to take pics of you two together and when he looks back at the photos, he smiles all big.

At some point, he’ll drag you off to a private corner or to a single stall bathroom or even back to the car to dishevel your costume a bit with gentle groping and touches as you guys sloppily make out.

Probably messes up your hair, wig, makeup. Maybe all three. You might have to tell him to chill out cuz he’ll totally try to take you back home for some quality time together right now.

If yall are more into the ‘cosplay for a video and post it online but don’t leave the house’ thing, he’s totally fine with that too.

He wouldn’t care if no one even saw your cosplays but each other bc either way, it’s a lot of fun and he loves the quality time spent with you.

Always asks you to help with the makeup part of any cosplay. I couldn’t see him being very good with makeup so he’s gonna rely on you.

Also he sucks bc you’ll take hours to get into your cosplay, trying to perfect your look and Matt will ruin it all with his big, grabby hands and his soft, slobbery lips within minutes.

But god forbid you wreck his cosplay from being all handsy and kissy, he’ll pout about it for the rest of the day.

“Aawwww, (Y/N)!!! No! Why?! I looked so goooddddd, ugh!”

Back to the ‘fuck gender roles’ thing…Matt would find you so fucking hot cute in any cosplay, regardless of your gender or the characters’ gender.

If you are a fem who wants to dress as a masc character, he’s like 😍🥵

If you are a masc who wants to dress as a fem character, he’s like 😳🥰

If you’re anything in between or non binary or whatever, he doesn’t care. He vibes with you soooo heavy so your looks or your sexuality or your gender identity don’t bother him. If anything, your unique sense of yourself makes him adore you even more.

ALSO ALSO same goes with height, weight, skin color. If you wanna cosplay a character that actually looks nothing like you, is way taller than you or way thinner than you, he’s there to help you get it as accurate as you can

Tells you at least 100 times that it’s just dress up and doesn’t have to be perfect

But also tells you you’re always perfect in the same breath

He’ll support you in any way no matter what.

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Music of my Soul - Chapter 4: It's Over till it's Not

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“I’m so glad you joined us on this tour you truly don't know how much it means to me.” Chris told me as we were chilling in the greenroom before the concert. He was scrolling on his phone and I was putting on my make-up.

“You tell me every day before we go onstage Chris.” I teased him. I put the finishing touches on my look before moving over to sit next to him and do his. He set his phone aside and faced me.

“I know. I just want you to know. Plus we really like having you perform with us.” He blushed.

“Awe, no need to get shy Chrissy. I know I’m amazing.” I giggled.

“Shut up dork.” He mumbled.

“Motionless to the stage.” I patted Chris’ face one more time with the setting powder and we stood up. I gave Bryan a high five on my way to the stage before grabbing the first guitar for the show. I grinned seeing how nicely Matt had polished it as it glistened in the stage lights. We started off strong with Meltdown followed by Headache and Sign of Life. After that Chris addressed the crowd for a bit, allowing me to swap out my guitar real quick. I took the white one and adjusted the straps.

“Thanks Matt.” I said as he helped me even it out. We played Another Life, Not My Type and Thoughts and Prayers before it was time for me to swap again. I went to grab the guitar and gasped when I saw who was in front of me. “Ricky. What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I got back early.” He shrugged. “Go, you have a show to perform.” He shoved the guitar in my hand and I stumbled back onto the stage, glancing briefly at the setlist to remind me what song we were on. The opening notes of Nothing Ever After started playing and tears pricked my eyes.

“We’re falling apart. We’re fading away. Pretending the damage doesn't matter. Ignoring the scars, But now its ok. We’ll settle for nothing ever after. And slip away.” Chris sang. I barely got through the song and unfortunately he noticed, coming over to check on me.

“Hey, what's wrong?” He asked softly, removing his in-ear so he could hear me better. I shook my head and tried to look away but his tattooed hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

“The wing.” I mumbled. He glanced back and his eyes went wide.

“Ricky’s back?”

“Yeah. It’s been wonderful working with you.” I forced a grin. I stepped back as the notes for the next song started playing which was conveniently City Lights.

“I’m lost without you here. For the last time. We bleed ourselves dry tonight.” He looked upset and worried but whats done was done. I was only a hired guitar for the time Ricky was gone. When the concert was over I shoved the guitar in Rickys hand and made a beeline for the bus. I threw my things haphazardly in my duffle bag and went to leave but a tattooed hand caged me in the back hall.

“You were just going to leave without saying goodbye?” Chris asked with a waver in his voice.

“Chris-”

“No! That isn't fair to Bryan. To the band. To me!” He snapped in a frustrated tone.

“There is no place for me in your band Christopher. I’m a temp.” I huffed, trying to push my way past him but he was a lot bigger than me so I couldn't budge him.

“Yes there is! I was going to ask you to be our keyboard player!” He yelled, startling me and making me take a step back.

“What?”

“We all talked about it. We want you to stay on permanently as our keyboardist. Plus adding a keyboard fills out our sound again.” He told me.

“You're serious.” I whispered.

“Of course I am! I always am when it comes to you.” He huffed in annoyance.

“Why?” I couldn't wrap my head around what he was saying.

“Because I like you! Is that so hard to believe?”

“You like me?”

“Jesus I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't.” He laughed almost mockingly.

“But we never talked about it. Plus seconds beforehand you were telling me how I shouldn’t date people I tour with.”

“Because I was jealous!” I started laughing, making a hurt expression cross his face.

“Chris, I like you too, you absolutely adorable fool.” A puppy like grin graced his face and he launched forward claiming my mouth in a kiss. I gripped the sides of his shirt and kissed back as best I could. “So can I still be your keyboardist?”

“Fuck yes. Now unpack your things before I do it myself.” He demanded.

“Yes Sir.” I giggled, saluting him. Together we started putting my things back in my drawer. “I don't have half the stuff I need for the keyboard though.” I murmured as an afterthought.

“Don't worry. We’ll get it overnighted to the next venue. By our next performance you’ll have it.” He promised, looping his arms around my waist.

“Thank you Chris. Truly.”

“Of course. It’s not a big deal.” He blushed.

“It is to me. If it weren’t for you I wouldn't even be here.”

“Well I’m glad you are.” I put the last articles of clothes into the drawer and we moved up front right as the rest of the crew started filing into the bus.

“Hey Koda! You disappeared after the concert. Did you say yes to being our keyboardist?” Vinny asked.

“Yeah, I did.” I confirmed and grinned at the whoops and hollers from everyone present. Even Ricky had a massive grin on his face.