#especially to face chain chris

[p-sunghoonies]

I'm actually surprised Eternity lost given how much people love it.

[sturniphone]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . introducing:

; ⌗ dealer!chris && bambi!reader﹒🍥 ⸝⸝

Chris is the guy everyone wants: hoodie up, eyes sharp, always smelling like weed and cash. Bambi is the girl everyone stares at—tiny dresses, glitter lip gloss, and a pink bunny plush peeking from her purse. They shouldn’t work; he’s cold and careless, and she’s all feelings and tears, but they orbit each other like gravity. He sells, she sulks, they argue in his car and make up in the backseat. No matter how much they fight, he always comes back with her favourite snacks and mumbles, ❝Don’t cry, baby. You know you’re mine.❞

Bambi cries a lot. Because he was mean. Because he didn’t answer. Because her bunny plush dropped on the floor. Chris used to lose it, but now? He sighs, rolls his eyes, and wipes her tears with his sleeve. ❝You done?❞ He’ll mutter but pulls her into his lap anyway. She’s dramatic, pouty, and painfully cute, always climbing into his lap like she belongs there (she does). Her world feels too loud without him, and when she sniffles, ❝I just want to be near you,❞ he holds her tighter and whispers, ❝Then stay forever, yeah?❞

She doesn’t know how to lie or pretend to be cool. She needs love in excess, melts under praise, and her voice cracks when she says, ❝You’re not going to leave me, right?❞ She’s impossible not to spoil. Chris never even tries to stop himself.

At parties, she’s the quietest one in the loudest outfit. Pink fishnets, a leopard mini skirt, hair ribbons, and lip gloss too sparkly to be real. Everyone watches her, but she never flirts back; she just blinks her big Bambi eyes and hides behind Chris like, ❝Why’s he looking at me?❞ He eats it up. Puts a possessive hand on her thigh, tells people, ❝She’s off-limits. Look again and I’ll break your jaw.❞ She giggles, kisses his cheek, and whispers something filthy only he gets to hear.

They fight way too often—she’s clingy, he’s cold, and both of them have tempers. But the love is insane. Chris could be mid-deal, yelling at someone, and if she texts ❝I’m sad,❞ he’s ghosting the guy and driving to her with a blunt and a cupcake. She’ll scream at him for forgetting to text and then, two minutes later, be crying in his arms while he kisses her forehead. It’s not perfect—but they don’t want anyone else. ❝You drive me fuckin’ crazy,❞ he mutters. ❝Yeah? Well, you love me.❞ He does. More than anything.

Chris acts like he doesn’t care about pictures, but his lock screen is a blurry photo of Bambi asleep with her bunny, drooling on his hoodie. He tells everyone it’s just ’cause she looks dumb. The truth is, he checks it a hundred times a day just to see her face.

They’re obsessed with each other. Like gross, horny, can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other obsessed. Quickies in his car, her moaning his name into her bunny plush, his chain hitting her chest while he tells her, ❝You love when I ruin you, don’t you, Bambi?❞ But it’s not just sex. It’s post-party bath time with her in his shirt. It’s him doing her lip liner while she sits in his lap. It’s her tracing his face and whispering, ❝You’re safe with me.❞ Freaks, yes. But freaks who are endgame. Forever, no matter how loud or messy or filthy it gets.

what to expect?

So yeah, basically everything for them. I’m obsessed. I’d love little texts or blurbs for them, especially since they fight a lot and she’s always texting him like, “I’m sad, come over and cuddle me.” Definitely need smut too because, let’s be honest… they’re total freaks. But also fluff and angst, of course—they’re messy but madly in love. I actually have a moodboard for her saved in my drafts if you guys are into it?? please asks and questions about them !!

@chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Brownies - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

your fav couple is back with...fluff? who am i.

The golden haze of sunset spilled through your apartment windows, casting streaks of pink and amber across the floor. The air was thick with warmth, tinted with the slow, sultry vocals of Sade pouring from your speakers, wrapping the whole room in something soft and romantic.

You darted between countertops in a quiet frenzy. Mixing bowls, measuring cups, and half-open ingredient containers cluttered every surface in your tiny kitchen. “Brownie mix, eggs, flour…” you mumbled, checking off each item. The oven ticked as it preheated behind you, glowing faintly.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hands already dusted with flour, despite not even starting the baking process, heart fluttering more than you wanted to admit. Everything was in place. Everything except him.

Right on cue, a knock echoed from the front door, sharp but familiar. Your breath caught for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Chris was here.

"Sup, angel," he smirks as you open the door for him. He was dressed in all black, gold chain dangling from his neck.

You couldn't help but grin back, heart skipping a beat. "Hey, baby." Your hand reached out for the bag dangling from his fingertips, your fingers brushing against his as you pulled him inside. The warm, familiar scent of weed and cologne wraps around you as you set the extra groceries down on the cramped kitchen counter, digging through the bags.

Chris groans behind you, his voice dripping with mock annoyance. "Y'know how fuckin' hard it was to find that cannabutter shit?" He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face in your hair, breathing deeply. "Told you we coulda just made it ourselves."

You giggle, a soft blush creeping up your neck as you leaned back into his embrace. "Well, now we know for next time."

His lips ghost over the back of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your spine. A shiver ran through you as he trailed light kisses down your skin, the warmth of his breath making your heart race.

As you move to the counter, pulling out the mixing bowl and a spatula, you could feel Chris’s red, half-lidded eyes on you, a mischievous glint in them as he leans against the counter. "So, what’s the plan here, angel? You need help, or do I just sit here while you have your lil' Martha Stewart moment?" His tone was low and teasing, and you could sense the playful smirk that lingered on his lips.

You shoot him a glance over your shoulder. "You can help, but I dunno if you’ll be much help," you tease, your fingers working deftly as you crack the eggs and add them to the bowl.

He groans dramatically at your words, rolling his eyes, knowing damn well you were right. "Whatever, kid." He steps closer, leaning down to peer into the bowl, his hand brushing against yours as he tries to sneak a taste of the brownie mix.

"Hey, greedy!" you laugh, swatting his hand away. "You never heard of salmonella?"

Chris pouts, feigning disappointment. "Jus' making sure it’s up to standard. Real ones don't get salmonella."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Go measure out the flour. Since you're so eager to help." He gives a dramatic sigh at your orders, but moves to grab the flour anyway. He fumbles with the measuring cup, dumping a little too much into the bowl and scattering flour all over the counter, and all over his black shirt.

“Fuck this," he mutters to himself, feeling your prying eyes on him. He hated messing up anything, especially in front of you. He tries to clean up, but only manages to make a bigger mess, a red flush creeping up his neck. You stifle a laugh, continuing to mix the rest of the dry ingredients. "Fuck you laughin' at?" Chris tries to keep his hardened demeanor, hiding his embarassment.

"Nothing!" You say, grabbing the cup of flour from his hands, the smirk on your face growing. "Nothing at all, Chris."

Chris scoffs, going to wipe his hands off on his jeans, only to be met with white hand prints. "Whatever. Shit's too fuckin' messy, anyway."

"Thought you liked it messy?" A smile curling your lips he moves to stand behind you, watching you mix each ingredient with vigor.

"Only when it's you, angel." Chris’s eyes twinkle, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

You shiver slightly at the closeness, but play it cool, pretending to be more interesting in the brownies then you already were. "You better sit down somewhere before these brownies get forgotten about." You say as Chris trails warm kisses down your neck, his hands grabbing at every part of you, not caring that the two of you were almost completely covered in flour.

"Read my mind completely." He attempts to press a kiss to your lips, but you pull back, instead reaching for the cannabutter near the counter.

"A little goes a long way," You say smugly, dropping the jar into his hands. "Says you only need a little."

Chris shrugs. He rummages through your drawers, before pulling out the biggest spoon he could find. Reaching into the jar, he grabs way more than the recipe called for. His tolerance was obviously higher than the average, but there was no way either of you would survive this.

He drops the butter into the mixing bowl, pushing you aside and stiring the ingredients himself. "Needs a lil' of my love, you know what I mean?" He grins. "Gonna make sure these are the best brownies of your life." You roll your eyes at his insistence, but step back anyway, leaning against the counter.

"Turn this slow shit off. S'makin' me wanna fall asleep." Chris motions towards the speaker, still mixing the ingredients, now determined not to mess them up. "Put on Future or somethin'"

"Without Sade there wouldn't even be Future," you playfully hit his shoulder, reaching across him to grab your phone and change the playlist to one of his, Travis Scott replacing the sound of Sade's sultry vocals.

Once the brownies are in and the door shuts with a satisfying click, there’s a pause, just the sound of Chris' music still crooning from the speaker and the low hum of the preheated oven. The smell of brownies begins to swirl around the apartment, coating the air in sweet. You’re wiping your hands on a towel when you feel him at your back again, warmth radiating off him.

The moment between you is still. No petty arguments, no unspoken words. Just still. Peaceful. It's rare, and it feels amazing.

"You’re really dedicated to the craft,” you tease.

He shrugs, a smug little grin playing at his lips. “What can I say? I like makin’ sure you’re satisfied.”

You shoot him a look, trying not to smile too hard. “With brownies?”

“With everything.” His voice dips, low and lazy, his hand reaching out to smack your ass, earning a jolt from you. He leans against the counter, his eyes raking up and down your figure with eyes you know all too well.

“So…what we doin’ for the next thirty?” he asks.

You give him a look, leaning back on your elbows, letting your shirt ride up just a little. “Dunno. Was thinking about rearranging my spice cabinet."

Chris laughs, low and scratchy. “You got jokes now, huh?” He follows you, hands slipping around your waist. “You talk too much for someone standin’ here lookin’ better than the shit in the oven."

“You keep callin’ me a snack but ain’t eat nothin’ yet,” you shoot back, eyes fluttering up to meet his.

“Oh trust,” he murmurs, mouth ghosting over yours, “I’m tryna be patient. You know I don't stop 'til I finish.”

Your breath hitches, but you keep the same smirk. “Not even for the brownies?”

Chris pauses, like he’s seriously considering it. “…Depends. You gonna ride me while they cool off?”

You laugh, the sound slightly breathless. "Only you would get horny from making brownies."

He chuckles under his breath, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. “Ain’t nobody ever baked brownies lookin’ like that, angel. Don’t blame me.” He nudges your knees apart with his thigh, resting his hands on either side of you on the counter. “You don’t even gotta do anything—just sit there bein’ pretty.

He sniffs the air, the sweet aroma of weed and chocolate filling his nostrils. "Brownies, you on my lap, music loud as hell, neighbors gettin' mad again. Dunno about you, but it sound like a perfect night t'me."

You tilt your head, pretending to think. “Might need to roll something first. Make it worth my while."

"Say less."

He’s already halfway to his backpack, digging for papers and a fresh nug, muttering, “You lucky you're my girl. Don't let anybody talk to me like that."

You raise a brow. “Oh, I’m your girl now?”

Chris glances up at you from where he’s grinding, sitting at your dining table. “You walkin' around, bakin’ weed brownies in those short ass shorts. I’m not not claiming you.”

You giggle, grabbing the lighter he left the last time he was here. The one with your face on it. “Alright, Romeo, shut up and spark it when you’re done.”

He steps close to you after rolling the joint, holding it up to your lips. "Better be getting dinner and a show after this."

this was the og 4/20 special but dealer!matt was begging to be let out the basement

[iluvmattsbeard]

late at night (c.s)

master list

warnings: none!

preview: you and the triplets decided to go rent out a cabin leaving the Los Angeles lifestyle for a little bit to take a breather. late at night, you were awaken by a sleepless Chris knocking on your door.

a/n: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

you're in your room, packing your luggage as you talk on the phone, "how long are we staying there again?" you speak up, looking through your drawers. it was way too early in the morning. your mind needed some refreshing. "till Sunday." Nick replies shortly. he was also packing his things for the two day get away. you and the triplets decided to take this trip up the mountains to get peace and quiet. a change of scenery is always good. “is Matt and Chris ready?” you ask folding a few shirts. Nick scoffs, “Matt is still sleeping.” you look at the camera to face him. Nick looks back at you and freezes, “are you serious? how about Chris?” you ask with a straight face.

“let me see.” he says putting down what he had in his hands, walking towards his bedroom door. he opens it and shouts, “Chris!” you stare at the phone waiting for a response. “yeah?” Chris shouts back. “what are you doing?” Nick asks leaning against his door. Chris eventually walks into the room, “I just finished packing.” he says. he looks at the camera and sees you, causing him to smile a bit, “good morning Y/n.” he greets. “can you wake up Matt? I don’t want to be the one to drive up the mountain.” you ask with the same straight face, making Chris’s smile fade, “no good morning back?” he asks. Nick rolls his eyes before interrupting, “Chris, go do what she asked.” he pushes the younger brother out the door, shutting it.

“you and him need to get a license.” you let out, earning a scoff from him, “trust me, you don’t want me behind the wheel. especially if Matt and Chris are the passengers.” you laugh a bit shaking your head. you’ve witnessed his driving before, it’s not that he was terrible at it. he just stresses out too much. as you two finish packing, Chris knocks on Nick’s door before entering, “Matt’s getting ready now.” he says. “is he packed already?” Nick asks. “yeah. I guess he packed last night.” he responds getting on his phone. “that’s probably why he overslept.” you join in. Chris looks at you, “I still didn’t get a proper good morning.” he mutters. you ignore him, “okay Nick i’ll see you in a bit. I’ll stop by the store for a few items. just text me in the group chat.” Nick nods, as Chris sighs dramatically, “so now i’m being ignored?” he adds on making you laugh a bit.

“text in the group chat as well Chris. also, remind Matt to attach the snow chains onto the tires.” you state picking up your phone. “okay I will.” Nick guarantees you. you both say good bye and you start to carry your luggage.

meanwhile, the triplets start to pack the car, waiting for you to arrive. Chris texts you what he wants, including what his brothers want since the two were busy doing what you said earlier, attaching the snow chains.

Y/n

‘be there soon’

you text Chris causing him to grin.

Chris

‘I hope you’re in a nicer mood when I see you 😄’

Y/n

‘we’ll see’

after a bit, you arrived at their house, or as Chris states out dramatically, “finally! you took forever.” you place the bags on the counter looking at him, “maybe because someone, as in you, requested too many items.” you let out, handing him the bag with his requests. he takes it and smiles, “thank you.” you shake your head a bit, smiling slightly at his gratitude, “you’re welcome.”

your attention soon lands on Matt, “are you set to drive?” you ask. Matt nods, “yeah let’s go.” he responds. you all pile into the car with you sat in the back with Nick and Chris in the passenger seat. you were all now heading to the anticipated place, a cozy cabin that you all decided to split money on. the car ride was only 2 hours long. Nick knocked out during the whole ride, Matt was focused on the road, and you were resting your head on your fist, staring out the window. you admired the change of scenery. your thoughts were soon interrupted by Chris turning up his music. you lift your head to look at him. he was singing along loudly, “Chris! turn it down!” Matt shouts.

you laugh while Chris turns the music up louder. Nick gets woken up, “seriously?” he mumbles tiredly. “look, we’re here!” Chris says excitedly, pointing at the cabin. Matt parks the car as you all look at the building. it was perfect. you put on your beanie and head out the car with everyone else. the four of you carry everything out the car and head inside. Nick bends down and lifts the welcome mat, revealing a silver key. he picks it up and unlocks the door. as soon as everyone shuffled inside, you guys were instantly hit with a comforting scent. you guys look around and you couldn’t help but eye the fireplace. you were excited for this weekend. “let’s look at the rooms.” Matt suggests, walking towards the hallway. there was exactly four rooms.

you all pick out rooms and you guys settle in. Nick sits on your bed and looks around, “what is the plan for today?” he asks with a smile. you sit next to him, “I thought we were snowboarding?” you ask. Nick looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “do you think I know how?” he asks making you giggle, “how hard could it be?” you state.

you guys eventually did go snowboarding, “okay maybe I was quick to assume.” you say looking at Nick as you both were laying in the snow with visible irritation on his face. “I told you!” he lets out, causing you to laugh. “are you guys okay?” Chris asks lifting his goggles up. you look at him, “a little sore.” you respond. he smiles and puts his hand out. you look at his hand before grabbing it. he pulls you up. “okay help me now!” Nick shouts. you and Chris burst put into laughter.

when you guys head back to the cabin, you went straight to take a shower. your body was aching from all the tumbling you did also, from the tumbling Nick did into you. later on, you guys had pizza for dinner and you all ended up going to bed early. you were definitely drained from today, waking up early and absolutely failing at snowboarding. you didn’t hesitate to drift off to sleep.

suddenly, you were woken up by a knock on your door. you rub your eyes and get up wondering who it could be. you look at the clock on the bedside table and groan quietly. it was the middle of the night. you open the door and see Chris. you could tell from the look on his face that something was up, “what’s wrong?” you whisper tiredly. he looks at you and whispers back, “can I stay with you?” he asks catching you off guard. “what? why?” you ask confused because he usually goes to Matt. “please?” he adds on. you rub your forehead and sigh. you open the door wider, letting him in. he walks in and immediately lays in your bed. you shut the door and turn around, standing still.

you watch as Chris snuggles into your blanket, “why do you want to be in here?” you ask. “I had a bad dream.” he whispers.“then why didn’t you go to Matt or Nick?” you ask walking closer to the bed. he shuts his eyes, “I didn’t want to.” he responds. you shake your head a bit and eventually lay next to him. you lay on your hand facing him. Chris opens his eyes and looks at you. “do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?” you whisper. he just stays quiet as he continues to stare at you. “come on. you disturbed my sleep.” you add on. he shakes his head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” he says.

you sigh, “okay, try to get some more sleep then.” you say turning around. you lay on the opposite side as you look ahead of you. you then feel Chris’ get closer to you, making you turn around to face him. you both were looking at each other with a small distance in between. “I can’t sleep.” he whispers. “why not?” you ask with a slight groan. it was too late at night for this. you now understand why Matt wakes up grumpy. you analyze his face and still see the same look from earlier. you move the blanket and open your arms, indicating him to ‘come here’. he breaks the distance and lays his face in the crook of your neck.

you wrap your arms around him with one hand playing with his hair softly. Chris eventually relaxes in your arms. “Y/n?” he whispers with his eyes shut. “yes?” you respond. he let’s out a breath, “can we always be like this?” he asks with an unfamiliar tone. you pull away slightly to look at him but he hides his face. “Chris?” you say trying to move him so you could see his expression. “what’s wrong?” you ask with slight concern. as soon as your eyes met with his, you couldn’t help but notice tears roll down his cheeks. you widen your eyes, you’ve never seen him cry before, “Chris talk to me.” you add on.

“I feel like an idiot.” he says sitting up, causing you to sit up as well. you both sit there as you lift your hand to wipe his tears away. “tell me.” you whisper. his breath was shaky, “the dream I had…” he starts off but he shakes his head, “it’s stupid.” you shake your head, “Chris it’s okay just tell me.” you reassure him. he lets out a breath, “in the dream I told you how I felt about you and you didn’t feel the same way back. you ended up getting with someone else.” you sit there confused, “why would that bother you?” you ask. he shakes his head, “forget it.” you place your hand on his knee repeating the question, “why would that bother you?”

“this whole time i’ve felt this feeling. a strong feeling that i’ve tried to shake off. you know how I am, I don’t just feel these type of things. when you’re around, I feel this sudden urge of wanting to impress you or trying to get you to only look at me when i’m with my brothers.” he confesses making you sit there frozen. “when I had that dream, I woke up with my heart racing. that’s why I came here, to you. I don’t want it to be too late when it comes to me telling you how I feel.” he continues. “that’s why I asked if we could always be like this. it felt right to me.” he says talking about you both being in each other’s embrace.

Y/n’s POV

it was silent for a bit. I stared at him, continuing to analyze his face. I knew he was genuine about these feelings. looking back at it, I now realize his efforts. him coming to me now made me feel a knot in my stomach. deep down I did feel the same way, I just didn’t know if he felt it. Chris never acted this way. he’s never had a girlfriend or expressed his feelings to any girl utmost. so him telling me all of this left me speechless.

End of Y/n’s POV

he looks at you and waits for a response but nothing could come out of your mouth. Chris sighs, “i’m sorry if this was too much.” he moves about to get up but you grab his hand. you lay down pulling him back to how you both were before, with his face in the crook of your neck. “of course we can.” you whisper. he looks up at you with his mouth agape, “really?” he asks. you look at him and smile a bit, “yes really.” you reassure him. his eyes kept on you filled with admiration. you both smile and continue to be in each other’s arms. drifting off to sleep.

the next morning, you and Chris were on the sofa drinking hot chocolate. the fire place was lit and you both were under a shared blanket. you both talked about last night and how you both wanted to start off slow. as in not putting any labels on yet. he wanted to properly take you out first. you both agreed that when you both get back to LA that he would try for his license. you took his word for it. you sip your cocoa as he giggles a bit. you look at him with a raised eyebrow, “what you laughing at?” he smiles, “there’s something on your lip.” he says getting closer, leaving a small kiss on your lips.

“there we go.” he says licking his lips. “just whipped cream.” you sit there looking at him with pure shock. “what happened to slow and steady?” you ask. “I was just taking off the stuff from your lips.” he says with a sheepish smile. you put down your cocoa and pull him in for a proper kiss. he does the same and kisses back, resting his hands on your face. when you both pull away slowly, Chris speaks up, “I just had to kiss you. i’ve been waiting you know.” he whispers making you laugh softly. “okay but still. slow and steady.” you add on. he nods a bit, “it’s just kissing.” he says reattaching his lips onto yours.

a/n: yeah i don’t know how i feel about this but, hope you enjoyed. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

[dominicfikeenthusiast]

ALL MINE / CHRIS STURNIOLO

“i know i’ve been the worst, but i’ll love you better”

your relationship with chris was complicated, to say the least. you’d known each-other for years, being on & off the entire time. it didn’t matter how many people the both of you slept with or had a “talking stage” with. every-time you’d find yourself back in that endless loop with chris. the constant getting back together always ended the same. the honey moon phase always turned into forever fighting. but no matter which stage of the relationship cycle you were in. one thing was always guaranteed with chris, no matter what. sex.

today was no different, what started with a screaming match of curse words between you both. ended up with you naked in his sheets. and chris fucking you dumb yet again. “all mine, all mine, all mine” chris repeated like it was a mantra. each thrust getting rougher and faster. pounding into you at an ungodly speed. “yeah fuck, all mine, right baby?” a loud groan leaving chris’s mouth.

your fingers digged into his back, you could feel the previous scratches there. from you. “chris oh- fuck” you mumble. his chain swinging back and forth from his neck, right on top of your face. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room.

“oh my god” chris moans out, his eyes glued on your lower stomach. the outline of his dick was visibly showing through your skin. “taking me so well huh, i can fucking see it” his speed slowed down, his thrusts more concentrated now, more passionate. his dick was hitting you in all the right spots.

“chris, mm gonna-“ you mumble out, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. chris could feel it as well, letting out a moan of satisfaction. his eyes focused onto your stomach bulge. watching the imprint of his dick as he pumped in & out of you. “shit, baby this is the hottest thing i’ve ever fucking seen” chris groaned out.

it was only a few moments before his speed picked up again. the only thing coming out of your mouth was loud moans. “you like the way i fuck cause i get rough right?” he mumbles in between loud groans

his hand grabs your wrist tightly, his mouth lowering near your ear. “fuck those pretty little moans, driving me crazy” he whispers “better be the only one making you sound like this yeah?” his voice echoing through your ear. the same time you felt his dick hit your cervix. hard. enough to make you scream atleast.

chris was driven to the very edge, especially after hearing that scream. letting out a low guttural moan as he released. his body falling onto yours.

after a few moments, chris knew he had to pull out. in order for you to be comfortable. “need you to take deep breaths f’me alright?” chris whispers. you nod following his instructions. his thumb gently caresses your hand the entire time. “fuck” he hisses under his breath as he pulls out.

chris gently kissed your forehead, whispering a small “i love you” his head gently resting onto your chest. those three words echo through your mind over & over. chris always said that. you believed it but it felt almost wrong. if you both truly loved each-other. why was your relationship always so complicated? why couldn’t you both commit to eachother without being on & off? why was there constantly problems?

“hey what’s going on, why do you look so down?” chris interrupts your thoughts, looking up at you with concerned eyes. “it’s us, this isn’t healthy. i love you too but this can’t be right. i mean everything is always so difficult between us, we constantly fight, but then we just make love & forget about everything. for the past 2 years. i mean we’re dating then we’re not, it’s just too much. like what even are we chris? ” you ramble on. you weren’t even sure what you were saying at this point.

chris just stared at you. this wasn’t the first time this conversation had happened. but every-time it did, he had no real answers. instead he would just reply with a shallow & quick answer, which would of course start another fight. chris hated labels on a relationship is what he always told you. but you knew deep down he just hated commitment.

chris’s doesn’t respond for a while. just laying on your body silently. his fingers carefully stroking the side of your body. his lips attaching themselves to your neck, leaving delicate kisses. “why do we have to figure out all of this now? i mean, we’re both still young, so what’s the rush?” chris whispers.

you let out a disappointed sigh. yet another bullshit line. you didn’t want to fight. so you just layed there feeling somewhat defeated. and overthinking every little thing he had ever said to you.

“my girl”

“all f’me”

“the only one”

“all mine”

what did chris actually mean when saying those words over & over? i mean if he had no problem using such possessive terms, why couldn’t he commit?

you didn’t understand why it had to be so fucking complicated. but you also never understood what brought you both back together constantly.

was it just the sex? that feeling when you were together? the rush of fighting? the comfort knowing the both of you were always waiting for each-other. or was it love?

but was it truly love or just addiction?

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𝜗𝜚 - ps. inspired by a anon request!! also this is like the longest thing i’ve ever written 😭😭

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[bernardsbendystraws]

｡˚ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

You love making him blush.

au masterlist

Chris can’t help it. His cheeks are bright pink, his lips stuck in a smile as you continue to stare at him with a certain look that makes his stomach drop. You're planted in his lap as he sits on the couch, his hands resting on your hips as he lazily draws patterns through your thin shorts. 

“You look so pretty when you’re blushin’ for me,” you coo. His nose scrunches, his eyes squinting as his smile grows. 

He looks towards your collarbones as an attempt to ease his thumping heart from your piercing gaze. The necklace he got you catches his eyes. He reaches out, gently caressing the delicate chain and charm while trying to take a deep breath, his cheeks still flourishing with color. 

“Thank you, Bubs, but seriously, I can’t take it, stop making me blush, my cheeks hurt.” he says, his hand starting to trace delicately around the jewelry hanging on your neck. 

You lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands, pressing the tip of your nose to his. “But why?” you question, staring into his eyes with a sweet adoration etched on your face. 

Chris opens his mouth, trying to respond. The words fall flat, his lips smacking shut as his hazy mind fails to collect any coherent thoughts. 

Noticing his silence, you press a soft kiss against his lips, laughing as you pull away to see him softly puckering his mouth with his eyes closed. A sigh falls from your lips. You watch as his eyes flutter open, his cheeks turning more vibrant. 

“Ah nooooo,” he groans, attempting to look down and avoid your stare. 

Your hands are gentle yet firm, holding either side of his jaw as you guide his eyes to stay on you. “No, don’t hide from me,” you whine, tilting your head towards the side as he looks up at you through his lashes, his grip sliding down to your waist. “Wanna see you—especially when you’re blushing for me like this.” 

[sturnthorniolo]

Part 1

Content warning: suggestive

Both Chris and reader are of age in this fan-fic, you have always been a Matt girl but will that change after an interaction alone with Chris?

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During the meet and greet Chris barely pays anyone any attention, in general he seems in a pretty bad mood slouching on the leather couch with his arms crossed. Half way through the meet and greet you excuse yourself to the bathroom stepping out into the corridor alone. As you were about to enter the bathroom you feel a hand grip around your arm, you turn and see Chris…..

He stood there in an oversized black hoodie and baggy jeans concealing his toned physique that i’d seen online multiple times, his face cold and brow furrowed. I was like a deer in the headlights at his gesture, did I do something wrong? I thought to myself, I knew I hadn’t but I couldn’t help but act suspicious like when you went through customs at the airport.

I go to open my mouth but I was unable to find the words, my eyes going from his face to his hand on me. “Where do you think you’re going?” Chris hissed.

The look on his face sent a shiver down my spine, his piercing blue eyes glaring so hard into mine like they were burning into my soul. I stutter “ to.. uh… to the bathroom”. My palms started to sweat from his intimidating presence.

He takes a step closer his hand still gripped around my upper arm. He says lowly “I want to show you something but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone”.

As he spoke his warm breath fanned against my skin making me tingle. The look on his face showed it was more of a command rather than a request, his expression never faltering.

I nod letting him lead me down the brightly lit corridor. My heart raced a million miles an hour, my eyes darting around wondering where he was taking me passing rows of identical doors, My legs trying to keep up with his speed as he tugged me along.

“Keep up we don’t have long before people start wondering where I am” Chris grumbled. The way Chris was acting was so out of character the usual goofy guy was now so stern and dominant, a part of me was nervous but then again I couldn’t help but feel somewhat aroused.

I was definitely curious about what Chris wanted to show me especially since he’s been uninterested the whole meet and greet to even acknowledge anyone let alone drag a fan to god knows where.

A few dirty thoughts crept through my head but I pushed them aside thinking that probably wasn’t the case, id be silly to think that right?.

We continue making our way through the winding corridors until we came across what looked like a supply closet, he opens the door and gently pushes me in following right behind.

The door slams shut behind us making me jump at the sound booming through the room. He flicks on the switch bathing the room in a warm light.

The room was quite spacious filled with boxes of lighting equipment, some stacks of chairs and a table situated in the middle of the room. Chris brushes past me taking a seat on the edge of the table, his scent lingered a mix of musk and pine filling my nose intoxicating me, mmmm he smelt so good.

Chris takes off his hoodie discarding it onto a chair revealing a black vest underneath and a silver chain around his neck. I was mesmerised by how he looked his hair messy, his chest puffing out as he leaned back on his arms behind him arching his back, the way his vest had lifted from him removing his hoodie showing a distinct v line.

I licked my lips feeling my cheeks burn taking in the view of him sitting there, my mind wanting to run wild but that’s not why we were here, I shake my head pushing all my thoughts aside and clear my throat “soo…. What was it you wanted to show me?” I ask awkwardly fiddling with the drawstrings on my shorts.

“Come closer” he beckoned in a husky voice using his slender finger to signal me in between his thighs. I slowly walk over leaving a few inches between us, his eyes scanning up and down my body subtly nibbling on his bottom lip. He brings one of his hands up and gently pulls on the bottom of my blue t-shirt causing me to come closer to him.

His eyes land on my face “I take it you’re a Matt girl” he pauses briefly and repositions himself so he’s sitting up straight, he begins to rub the bottom of my shirt between his fingers “Its only an observation, after all you are wearing his colour and you’ve been gawking at him the whole time” he says, his hand slowly moving under the fabric of my shirt sliding along my soft stomach to my hip, his rough thumb slowly running small circles against it. His actions caused my breath to hitch in my throat and a small tremble to run through me feeling his cold hand against my hot skin.

“Yes I’m…I’m a Matt girl” I reply through a shaky breath, but in that moment was I being truthful? Seeing Chris there with half lidded eyes and his lips parted I started to feel conflicted. The thought of Matt started to drift away and Chris began to cloud my mind.

For a moment it was silent, all that could be heard was our heavy breaths as we stared at each other. Chris slowly moves off the table the hand on my hip tightening into a grip, he presses his body against mine letting out a little huff as his cock started hardening against me. It was like it was about to burst at the seams begging to be released from his jeans.

He puts his lips to my ear “are you sure about that because your mouth says so but your body says different” He whispers his lips brushing against my lobe making me ache for him. He pulls away from my ear bringing his face in front of mine, with his free hand he holds my chin running his thumb slowly along my bottom lip, he leans in so close his nose rests next to mine. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips “Let me show you whose girl you really are”.

My knees became weak, I could feel the wetness forming in my underwear, my body screaming for his touch. “Chris” I whimper placing my hands on his chest creating a slight distance between us, I tried to hold back every fibre of my being not to rip his clothes off, to dig my nails into his chest so I could hear him moan in my ear, to get on my knees and satisfy every need and desire of his. “Hmm you sound so cute when you whimper my name, I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already falling apart” he teased, a smirk forming on his face.

I bit my lip trying to conceal an involuntary moan taking in a sharp breath, he knew how to wrap women around his finger clearly and I was falling right into it. I hated that he knew all the right buttons to press but I love how needy he was making me I was basically clinging onto him desperately but I tried to stay strong. He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers, my eyes fluttering closed letting the sensation flow all over my body.

“All I need is a yes and I promise you’ll be a pretty little mess when I’m done with you, so what do you say?”.

Part: 1 | 2

[loverboysturn]

ꕀ introducing chris & birdie ꒰ aka soulmate!chris & soulmate!reader.

nights like this by the kid laroi. their families have known each other forever. they met for the very first time when they were four. he still remembers it like it was yesterday. they both come from well respected and well known families. he gave her the nickname birdie which stuck to her ever since. he got her a necklace at twelve that she never takes off. broke her heart for the first time at seventeen. broke it again at nineteen. they’ve never been an official couple but everyone knows they’re in love. they both know it. they’ll both openly admit it. to everyone else and to each other. she blocks him on instagram when she’s mad. he watches her stories on nick’s phone. she blocks his number every three days. he texts her off matt’s phone. she calls him when she’s drunk. he answers every time. he can’t sleep without her. she can’t sleep without him. they once didn’t speak for five months. no one speaks about it. but everyone felt it. no matter what happens, they always find their way back to each other.

they are completely, recklessly, madly in love. no matter the terms they are on, and how long the silences between them last, they always remain in love with each other. they are soulmates in this life and the next.

ꕀ introducing soulmate!chris ꒱

22 years old. break from toronto by partynextdoor. has two small tattoos. a small bird on his bicep that he got the day he turned seventeen & a lipstick mark under his collarbone. smokes cigarettes. promises birdie he’ll quit but never does. comes from a well known family who run the town’s biggest car dealership. hates the weight that comes with his surname. everyone knows him. no one really knows him. apart from birdie and his brothers. drives a black jeep. always has his phone on dnd. birdie’s calls override it. the most unpredictable of the triplets. and the most troublesome. protective. big friendship group but doesn’t trust hardly anyone. bad at apologising but will always apologise first when it comes to her. hates that she so easily shuts him out. would never admit that. insomniac. only sleeps well in her bed. fucks up a lot. knows that no matter what happens, he will never love anyone else. never believed in forever until she kissed him back. he knows that it’s only her for him.

ꕀ introducing soulmate!reader aka birdie ꒱

21 years old. tough love by gracie abrams. everyone has called her birdie since she was a kid. soft heart. sharp tongue. party girl. life and soul of every room she enters. never goes on any night out without her red lipstick. loves getting dressed up. her parents own a well loved bakery chain in their town. hates the early mornings but loves the way vanilla and cinnamon scents cling to her after she visits. blocks chris on instagram. has worn a dainty necklace with wings on since she was twelve that chris got her for her birthday. never takes it off, even when they aren’t talking. has worn the same perfume forever. always the one to kiss chris’s knuckles when they’re battered and bruised. has suffered with nightmares ever since she was little. never gets them when chris stays the night. terrified of thunderstorms. cries at movies. everyone wants to be her friend. has boxes & boxes of old cards, photographs, memories kept under her bed. keeps a separate box hidden in her wardrobe full of letters, photos of him and birthday cards for every age so far from chris. lover girl. never been with anyone other than chris. loves him more than anything. even when it hurts her. especially when it hurts her.

note: this au is based loosely off bj and magnolia from the magnolia parks universe. there is no face claim for birdie.

[phone4pills]

DEAR SANTA DAY 1

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from some venting, don’t try this btw, stranger danger

You felt so stupid when you dropped your letter in the postbox. Your friends had dared you to write a Christmas wish list and mail it to a random address in a random state. You’d spun a wheel and landed on Massachusetts. So you’d written your letter to a random home there, in Boston specifically. And you’d drawn pretty pink and red bows on the envelope, hoping whoever received it would like them. At first it didn’t seem like a huge deal but now that you were actually stood in front of the crimson post box, no way to turn back time and get your letter out of the pile, your nerves were spiking off the chart.

You took a deep breath, shoving your hand a back into the pockets of your coat and walked away, deciding that you wouldn’t look back at that darned post box, only following the snowy trail ahead of your feet.

Four days later - Sturniolo’s Home

Matt hurried downstairs towards the sound of the doorbell. The rest of his family had left the house to buy Christmas secret santa gifts for each other. He’d already ordered his online for Chris. A cameo from one of his favourite celebrities and a chain with his name on it. He also had a Lego set in his room that he’d been meaning to give his brother, so he would add that in too.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a postman with an envelope addressed to their house but nobody specifically. It was nicely decorated with some bows on the back so it wasn’t something serious like bills or anything to do with a business. And there was no parcel with it. Only the envelope. He thanked the postman and closed the door, almost scared to unveil what was inside.

The envelope sat on his desk for a few hours. And he stared at it. Longer and longer. Until the corners began to curve and he was seeing multiple shades in the plain white folded paper. He wanted to wait for Chris and Nick to get home so they could open it together. But the temptation was eating away at him. And he couldn’t resist anymore, reaching across the room to grab it and settling down on the end of his bed.

His fingers played with the opening for a bit until he eventually tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded bit or cream card. A deep breath racked through Matt’s throat as he unfolded the piece and read the note.

Dear Santa,

Whoever you may be, I hope you’re having a great time these holidays. I’ve never been the biggest fan of this time of year but I promised myself I’d be more outgoing so I’m writing this to you, Santa Stranger, hoping you’ll read it someday, preferably before Christmas.

I really wish for good grades in college this year and success in the future so the job I work to pay off my student loans is all worth it. I hope that I can finally buy the camera I’ve had my eye on for a while and take capture loads of memories with my friends, and my grandma because she’s getting older and I always want her with me.

But most of all, I hope that Christmas this year feels as magical as it was when I was a kid. The lead up to the holidays is always so exciting but I feel like I keep getting let down now that I’m older. I hope that this Christmas can be different, enchanting.

I admit, I have yet to buy presents for a lot of people. Especially the boys and men in my life. I swear it’s so hard to shop for the male population. If by any chance you might have some ideas, I’d appreciate them. That’s in the scenario that this reaches you in time and you can get it back to me before the 24th, which I kind of really hope it does.

That’s all for now. Until next time, Santa.

- Signed, Elf

A grin spread across Matt’s face and his eyebrows, that were previously knitted together, softened. He was ultimately in awe, unable to deny how genius he thought the whole scheme was. And he wondered what the chances were that this ended up at his house, of all the houses in America. He found your address on the back of the slip and made a start writing his letter back as quickly as he could.

He’d been meaning to talk to someone about Christmas in more depth. He’d talked about it a little bit with his brothers on their YouTube channel during the lead up to the winter season, but he’d never truly gotten to express how he felt about the time of year. And now he was given a perfect opportunity. There were no ties to it. No judgment. Only honesty, and he liked that.

Three days later - Your Home

You’d received a green envelope in your postbox with smiley faces drawn all over it. Instantly, you knew what it was. You’d almost completely forgotten about the message you’d shipped off previously and had your doubts about it being returned.

Hurriedly, you ran across the hallway and threw yourself down on the couch, giving your cat a few head rubs before peeling open the casing around a piece of white card.

Dear Elf,

I wish you’d seen my face when I opened your letter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t frightful when I was handed the envelope. The bows are really pretty by the way, you must be a good doodler. I doodle a lot too, especially when I’m feeling particularly anxious about things.

Speaking of relations and similarities, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had a good few thoughts on Christmas this year, and the last few. Maybe some magical force directed your message to me so I’d have somewhere to write down all of my thoughts. I’d have someone to tell without the weight of being judged in person.

I’m not that good at writing if you couldn’t tell already but I’m trying my best. I hope this year’s holiday season is like a breath of fresh air from all of the stress that’s polluting my life. I feel like I just need to feel free to feel Christmas. And I’m grateful for all I have of course, but it’d be nice to get away from all of the hate and negativity that comes with it.

About college, I never actually went but I wish the best for you. You should tell me about it. And be honest, I want to know all the details. I don’t have much time before my parents and my brother get home but before I forget, women are ten times harder to shop for than men!

Anyway, I got my brother a silver chain with his name on it and a cameo for secret Santa this year. I’m also throwing a Lego set in there. I don’t know if that’s helpful in any way, but it’s all the knowledge I have to offer. At the end of the day, any gift is a gift in the end. And it will be appreciated.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope that all of your wishes come true. I think everybody needs a little bit of holiday magic this winter. Please do keep writing back to me if it’s possible. I’ve been needing something like this without even knowing.

Can’t wait to hear back. Until next time, my Elf.

- Signed, Santa

Thanks for reading ! There will be a Chris fic to come on the 3rd. Meanwhile, I have something else planned for tomorrow my lovelies. And a warm welcome to Slow’s Advent Calendar everyone.

- ©phone4pills

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 2

I'm so glad that people enjoyed the first part of this so much. I hope you like sexy times and long chapters, because this has both.

I should point out that this is mid to late 80s and Eddie's cell phone is an actual fucking brick. Rich rockstar and all.

In this part we get Eddie sliding into home, finding out Steve's real age and how he got into the bar past a bouncer known for spotting fakes.

Part 1

Mature 18+ only!

~

Eddie was doing what he did best and that was absolutely shred on stage. He was back up vocals because Jeff truly had the pipes. Something they didn’t actually learn until they were half way through their first record.

He had no delusions that if he had remained lead singer, that they would have gotten absolutely fucking nowhere.

He was also keeping an eye on his little canary. Bright yellow in a sea of leather and chains. He just wanted to bite those cheeks. Face or ass, didn’t matter which. Though he would be very happy indeed to sink his teeth into that amazing ass.

Too soon and not soon enough they were saying goodbye. As they walked off stage, Eddie saw Chrissy come back up to Steve. Most likely telling him to stay a little longer.

Eddie was 97% sure that little Canary gave off queer vibes, but that little teeny-tiny doubt was all it took from going over there and bending him over the bar and fucking him wildly.

In the dressing room as they were putting away their guitars, Chrissy came bouncing into the room, bright smile on her face.

“You fucking owe me big time, lover boy,” she told Eddie. “His name is Steve, he’s twenty-two and he’s a local.”

Eddie leaned back against the sofa cushion and draped one arm over the back. “That’s all very interesting Chris, but that doesn’t help me get laid.”

She held up her hand. “I’m getting to it, babe. Pretty boy’s drinking his sorrows because Daddy kicked him out for being caught with his boyfriend.”

Suddenly Eddie was on the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees.

“Who told you that?” Gareth asked, twirling a stick between his fingers.

“Monty, the bouncer,” Chrissy replied, looking smug. “Steve is a regular and Monty knows him.”

Jeff raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Well enough that he would know the dude is queer in small town Bumfuck, Indiana?”

“That’s what he said.”

Brian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “The worst thing that would happen is that he blows you off and you blow town. Everyone knows you’re gay anyway, it won’t hurt shit if he says anything.”

Jeff and Gareth exchanged concerned glances.

“I’m with Brian,” Eddie said, “and not just because I find the dude hot. He’s not going to start shit surrounded by all my fans and if he’s just out for drinks there’s nothing wrong with me having a couple with the guy.”

Gareth and Jeff sighed.

“You were going to do whatever you wanted to do anyway,” Gareth said. “And even I could tell he had a hard time keeping his eyes off you and I’m in the fucking back!”

Eddie cackled. “Damn right.”

~

Steve was enjoying his second Tequila Sunrise, when the lead guitarist slid into the stool next to him.

Steve turned in his seat to look at him. “Wow, as I live and breathe, Eddie Munson in the flesh. You know you’re better looking in person then you are in pictures.”

Eddie cackled and ordered a beer. He turned to face Steve as the bartender pulled his beer and set it down in front him.

“Cocktails are an interesting choice,” he murmured after taking a sip of his beer. “I would have pegged you for the bottle beer type.”

Steve raised an eyebrow over the top of his glass. “Beer’s great unless you want to get drunk fast then it’s shit. Especially in this hick town.” He took a sip. “Plus it tastes better.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Fair point. I stick to beer so that I don’t get drunk off my ass, falling off stage is never fun regardless of the height involved.”

“Sounds like you’ve had experience,” Steve said with a huff of laughter.

Eddie hummed around the lip of his bottle and took a sip. “Yep! In the early days of the band, took a header off a stage at some festival, right into the crowd. I’m not sure who got hurt worst, me or the poor people I landed on.”

Steve winced. “That’s rough. At least you were able to come back from that, don’t think most people could.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said with a smile.

They continued to talk. Steve knew the signs. The way Eddie was leaning close, the way he would let his hands gaze his skin, the flirty language. There was no doubt Steve was going home with this one. Well hotel, anyway. So he slowed up on his alcohol intake.

And if the bartender’s smirk was any indication, Eddie was doing the same. It seemed that neither one was interested in drunk sex.

~

Eddie was going to kill Monty and Jeff was never going to let him live it down. Because there was no way this guy was twenty-two. Sure, he knew how to hold his liquor and when to slow down, he had to give him that, so clearly he’d been drinking awhile. But he talked like a high school student.

He just hoped his little Canary was only naive and not actually fucking under age.

“Shit,” Eddie said after draining the rest of his third beer in two hours, “I could kill for a smoke.”

“I wouldn’t mind one,” Steve said, leaning close, “if you’ve got one to share.”

Eddie eyed him up and down. “What no room in those pants for a pack of smokes?”

“I mean I could,” Steve said cocking his head to the side, “But it would leave much room for anything else and I kinda need my wallet more than I need a pack of smokes on me at all times, so...”

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, darlin’, I can see why that might be a problem.”

He hopped off the stool and Steve dutifully followed him out the back. He pulled out a couple of smokes and lit them both before handing one to Steve.

“So how did you get your fake ID past the door gargoyle?” Eddie asked after taking a drag and blowing straight up into the air.

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “What gave me away?”

Yup. Jeff was never going to let him live this down. God damn it.

“For all your big talk,” he huffed, annoyed, “you don’t sound like someone who’s been around long enough to be the age on your ID.”

Steve shrugged. “I’ve had the same ID since I was sixteen. Both of them. I have a cousin Scott who was nineteen at the time and altered it for me.” He pulled out the fake ID and handed it to him.

Eddie squinted in the dark and realized that if he hadn’t been told it was a fake he wouldn’t have noticed a damn thing. But there slight smudges where there shouldn’t be that just tipped it over the edge into fake territory.

“Okay,” he groused, “that is a pretty good fake. But Monty is known for his eagle eye in spotting a fake, so what gives?”

Steve grinned as he took back the ID. “Scott is my cousin on my dad’s side and Monty’s my cousin on my mom’s side. He knows my parents are shit so he pays the owner under the table when I go out to drink here. Which I keep to a minimum for his sake, mainly I use it to buy beer in out of town gas stations.” He pulled out his real ID and handed it Eddie. “I’m young, but I’m not stupid.”

Eddie blinked at Steve for a moment in shock. He looked down at the real age and god, the sigh of relief he bit back was immense. Nineteen. His little Canary was nineteen.

“Sorry for doubting you,” Eddie murmured, handing the ID back.

Steve shrugged again. “I get it. I’ve been told I have kind of a weird face when it comes to age, I could look anywhere from sixteen to thirty depending on the lighting and what I’m wearing.” He took his first drag of his cigarette and blew out of the side of his mouth, flicking the ashes on the ground.

Eddie stared at him owlishly for a moment before he dropped his cigarette on the pavement and ground it with the heel of his boot. Then he surged forward and grabbed Steve’s face to mash their lips together.

Steve’s fingers slackened and the cigarette fell from his fingers and rolled away. He brought his hands up to get his hands on those curls like he’d been dreaming about all night. Eddie moaned as blunt nails scratched his scalp. He wrapped his arms around Steve and pulled him in close.

This time it was Steve’s turn to moan. They pressed together from chest to knees and he could feel everything through the thin layer of his clothes.

Eddie’s hands roamed down his back and straight to those delicious looking ass cheeks. He wanted to taste them as surely as he could taste the ash on his lips.

All the buildup, all the tension all night was culminated in this first kiss. Eddie was heady with it. The alcohol in his system burning away in the face of his desire for this man. Because young as he was his little Canary was a man, no doubt.

A man who clearly wanted to take this elsewhere and Eddie wanted to let him.

“Just, just,” he panted when he pulled away. “Just let me tell someone we’re going back to the hotel, okay baby?”

Steve nodded a little kiss drunk and a lot breathless. “Should I just wait here for you then?”

Eddie nodded and then dashed back into the bar. He was barely gone two minutes before he was back out and dragging Steve to his car.

When they got to the car, Eddie pushed him up against it to kiss him again.

“Someone’s eager,” Steve teased, his hands skirting the stripe of skin between Eddie’s pants and shirt.

“Baby, you have no idea,” he growled, diving in to kiss him senseless.

Steve moaned as every nerve in his body lit up with every lick of Eddie’s tongue, every kiss of his lips, every touch of his hands. He felt like he was on fire.

Eddie pulled away long enough to unlock the car. He opened the door and practically shoved Steve into it, before he ran around to the other side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“Hold on, baby,” Eddie purred as the engine roared to life, “you’re in for a ride.”

“God I hope so!” Steve said breathlessly, pressing back against the leather of the seat.

Eddie cackled, pulling into traffic. “Oh honey, you have no idea.”

~

Hands were everywhere by the time they finally got into the hotel room.

Steve had stayed in some pretty swanky places growing up, traveling with his parents but fuck it was nothing this decadent.

All the fittings were brass and the tops were marble. In the middle of this was a large king size bed with black bedding and white throw pillows. If he wasn’t trying to get the two of them naked as fast as possible, he would have belly flopped on the mattress and buried his face in the pillows.

But all thoughts of that went out the window when Eddie’s mouth starting kissing down his throat as the only thing going off in his head became: YES! YES! YES!

Steve’s shirt was the first thing to come off as Eddie kept trying to get at more of Steve’s skin. Then Steve’s pants and shoes were next, leaving him naked in the face of the very dressed rock star.

Eddie picked him up and threw him on the bed. He tossed off his jacket and then tore of his shirt. He hopped on the bed and crawled up Steve’s body like a predator on the prowl. Steve moaned as Eddie kissed him deeply.

“God,” Steve groaned. “I need you to fuck me, so badly.”

Eddie grinned, his hands moving down Steve’s chest and sides to land on his hips. “Is that right, little Canary? You need to be fucked?”

Steve nodded, his capacity for speech having flown away with his ability to think of anything but getting to be fucked by a rock star.

Eddie scrambled off the bed and took off his boots and pants. Then he dug around in the nightstand before he pulled out what he was looking for. A small tube of lube and a pack of condoms.

Steve’s body shuddered with the thought of being absolutely wrecked by this beast of a man. Eddie looked good in his clothes, but so much better out of them. He was still as lean and tight as whipcord, but his body was toned with well-formed muscle. And then he pulled his hair back and suddenly Steve wanted to leave hickies all over that column of his throat. Because God! It was just as sinful as the rest of him.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re the reason people think gays are going to hell. You’re as gorgeous as sin. Fuck!”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and threw back his had in laughed. “Baby, that was quite the line.” But before Steve could even think about frowning at being laughed at, he dived back in to kiss his mouth. “If I’m sin, little Canary, then you must be heaven sent.”

Steve wanted to protest that Eddie’s line was worst, but again all thoughts went out of his head when Eddie put the first condom on Steve. His hips bucked with the touch even if it wasn’t a sexual one.

“Now who’s the eager one, baby?” Eddie purred.

Steve moaned the loss of his hands as he watched Eddie sheath his dick in the second condom. He tossed the foil packets away and then popped open the cap of lube. He coated his finger with the liquid and circled Steve’s hole.

Steve let out a little whine at being touched but not enough. It wasn’t enough. Then Eddie breached the ring of muscle and holy fuck, it felt so good.

“You like that, little Canary?” Eddie teased, working his finger in and out of him.

“So good,” Steve breathed, trying not fuck himself on the digit.

“And you’re going to continue feel good, aren’t you?” Eddie murmured into Steve stomach. “Because you’re going to be a good boy and tell me if anything is uncomfortable or hurts, right?”

Steve nodded.

“Use your words, little Canary,” Eddie said, pulling his finger out of him.

“Yes!” Steve cried, though he would have said anything just so that Eddie would come back with his finger.

“Good boy.”

But when he brought his finger back, he added another and Steve nearly careened off the bed. Eddie held him down with his other hand.

“Look at you,” he purred. “I’ve never been with anyone so responsive before, baby.”

“So good for you,” Steve babbled. “Want to be so good.”

“And you are,” Eddie assured him. “You are so good for me.”

Shortly after the second finger, a third was added and Steve was muttering pleas and inanities as Eddie continued to work him open.

“Please, Eddie!” he cried. “I need you!”

Eddie removed his fingers and lined himself up. He grabbed Steve’s hips and slipped right into him.

Soon it was an uncoordinated mess of Eddie fucking Steve and Steve working himself to get off.

“So close...” Steve whispered.

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and together they finished him off. His body arched off the bed as he released into the condom. He fell boneless, to the bed as Eddie chased his own completion.

Soon after he was releasing ribbon after ribbon into the condom. His hips shuttered and then stilled as the last of his orgasm floated through his system.

He pulled off Steve’s condom first and then his own, making sure to tie each off before throwing them away.

He cleaned them both up with a wet hand towel from the en suite bathroom and then tucked a sleepy Steve into the bed.

He crawled in behind him and pulled him in close. He kissed Steve’s shoulder and the man muttered back sleepily something that sounded a little too close to, “Love you, too,” for Eddie’s liking.

Not because he didn’t want Steve in love with him, but because he was half way there himself.

This boy was going to be trouble.

~

Steve absolutely doesn't remember saying those three little words the next day.

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[littlespoonevan]

Would love to hear more about the Miss Congeniality Au!

ahhh miss congeniality au, my beloved!!!! 💖💗💞💕🩷❤️ truly, truly, truly i feel like this au could be so much FUN if i could find the discipline and motivation to just sit down and write it lmao. but i will say i v much enjoyed fitting all the pieces together for this snippet so here's hoping it awakens something in me askdjhf

i hope you like it 🥰

~

Eddie never imagined becoming a special agent. Then again, he never imagined becoming a single dad either.

But FBI work actually keeps him chained to a desk a hell of a lot more than regular police work used to and the pay’s better.

He’s regretting that decision right about now.

“Eddie, it has to be you.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, quickening his step even as Chimney continues to keep pace with him.

“It absolutely doesn’t, Chim.”

“The whole office agrees-“

Eddie stops short, whirling around. “Just because the little simulation version of me you drew up on the computer had an eight-pack-“

“My computer does not lie, Diaz-“

“I don’t have time,” Eddie cuts in. “I can’t be away from Chris that long.”

“It’s one week. Less, if you do your job right.”

Eddie makes a face.

It’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. A charity firefighter competition that he really thinks sounds a hell of a lot like a beauty pageant. Sure, there’s obstacle courses and stuff to complete but he’s not sure what a speedo competition has to do with being a competent firefighter. The cause is noble, he guesses, but there has to be a better way to raise money than deciding who’s the most specialist firefighter in all of Los Angeles.

Especially when the host – Captain Bobby Nash – is the target of a bomb threat.

It wouldn’t even have landed on their desk if not for the fact that three people with ties to Bobby Nash and the LAFD had received bombs in the mail over the last two weeks.

Athena thinks their best chance to take down the mail bomber is to have someone on the inside, to infiltrate the competition and investigate the contestants while also being the FBI’s eyes and ears throughout the week.

Hen and Chim, of course, volunteered Eddie for the job.

“I don’t like undercover work.” It’s an oversimplified version of the truth – that Eddie hates having to perform for an extended period of time and that this competition sounds like his own personal version of hell. Also, as much as he knows he’s in good shape, he doesn’t actually want people ogling his body for a week straight.

Chim gives him an incredibly unsympathetic clap on the shoulder. “Just use those big, brown eyes of yours and wow the judges with your salsa skills and no one will be any the wiser.”

Eddie opens his mouth to argue back when another voice cuts through their conversation.

“She said yes!”

He and Chimney both look up to find Hen running towards them, a beaming grin on her face. “Athena said yes! Better start practicing your poses, Firefighter Diaz.”

Well, shit.

-

Captain Bobby Nash has got a made-for-TV smile that has Eddie understanding why he got the hosting gig over every other fire captain in LA.

“Special Agent Grant,” he says, shaking Athena’s hand with a warmth to his expression that Eddie doesn’t expect.

Athena clearly doesn’t expect it either because she clears her throat as she pulls her hand back. “Captain Nash. This is Agent Diaz.”

Nash redirects his attention to Eddie, extending his hand once again. “Great to meet you. And please, call me Bobby.”

“You too,” Eddie says, flashing a polite smile and following Athena’s lead to take a seat in front of Bobby’s desk.

“So I take it there’s been some progress in the case?” Bobby asks, settling into his chair.

Athena purses her lips, exchanging a look with Eddie. “Not as much as we’d like. Given that we still don’t have a trace on the letter the bomber sent and the LAFD’s reluctance to cancel the competition, we’ve decided to send one of our agents in undercover.”

Bobby’s eyes immediately flick to Eddie and Eddie feels the ridiculous urge to straighten his posture. “I’m guessing that’s where you come in, Agent Diaz?”

“Not that we want to undermine the integrity of the competition but it will be imperative that Eddie makes it to the final,” Athena says. “It’s the best chance we have of catching the bomber if we can’t determine a suspect before then.”

Bobby leans back in his chair, regarding them both with an unreadable expression. Finally, he cracks a smile. “Well, he certainly looks the part.”

“He gets that a lot,” Athena snorts and Eddie ducks his head to hide the heat in his cheeks. It’s bad enough when it’s Hen and Chim ribbing him; he didn’t actually think Athena ever overheard them.

“Which firehouse is he representing though?” Bobby asks. “All of the contestants have already been chosen.”

Without missing a beat, Athena hands over a file that Eddie knows contains the fake details of his new identity. “Apparently the 133’s entry came down with an awful bout of food poisoning.”

Bobby accepts the manila folder with a faint smirk. “Well, that’s a shame.”

-

“Diaz. Diaz, do you read me? Over.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he steps onto the bus ready to ship the contestants to the opening luncheon. “Yes, Chim,” he mutters under his breath. “I can hear you; stop yelling.”

“Remember to smile, Eddie.” That’s Hen.

How Athena thought they were the two best suited to oversee this, he’ll never understand.

He scans the length of the bus, looking for an empty seat. The whole place is overrun with burly men in too tight t-shirts talking animatedly to each other. It takes him a second to realise one of the men in question is waving at him.

He’s got curly hair and a golden retriever-esque eagerness to his smile. “Edmundo?” he asks. “From the 133, right?”

Eddie clears his throat and rearranges his face into a smile as he makes his way to the empty seat. Though calling it an empty seat feels generous when the firefighter all but shoves himself against the window to make room.

“How’d you know who I was?” he asks, genuinely curious. They only finalised the details of Eddie’s position in the competition yesterday and they made sure to leave any of his information off the official competition website.

“Oh I did a little deep dive on the other contestants but you were the only one who didn’t have a picture so I figured it had to be you.” He shrugs with an affable charm before offering Eddie a hand. “I’m Evan Buckley, with the 118. Everyone calls me Buck though.”

“He’s cute,” Hen says in his ear.

“Like a puppy,” Chim adds.

Eddie ignores them and shakes his hand. “Uh, you can call me Eddie,” he greets. Changing his last name was necessary; he refuses to go by Edmundo for the next week. It’s only then that he clocks the station number Buck said. “You’re part of Nash’s team.”

“Yeah,” Buck says, beaming with pride. “Bobby’s the best captain ever. You know some of these guys have it out for me because they think he’s gonna play favourites even though he’s not a judge. He’s just the host. But whatever, it’s not a big deal.”

The dejected look that creeps onto Buck’s face suggests it very much is a big deal even if he won’t admit it. Eddie feels a pang of sympathy. The guy seems harmless, even with all the rippling muscles. Then again, he’s not surprised a competition this testosterone-fuelled has people acting territorial.

“They just want an excuse for when you beat them in the first round,” Eddie says, mostly to fill the silence but also to get this Buck guy to stop looking so downtrodden.

He definitely doesn’t expect the way Buck’s whole face lights up in awe.

“You think I’ve got a shot at making it to the finals?”

The earnest hopefulness in Buck’s voice catches Eddie off guard and Hen and Chimney in his ear don’t help.

“Aww Eddie’s making friends!”

“Forget friends! Eddie, he’s cute; keep flirting with him.”

Eddie bites down on the urge to tell them to fuck off and makes himself smile at Buck instead. “’Course you do. Some of these guys are lucky they even made it this far.”

Truthfully, Eddie hasn’t even taken the time to look at anyone else on the bus all that much yet but the words tumble out of his mouth without permission. And in the face of Buck’s delighted grin, he can’t find it in himself to take them back.

“Thanks, man,” Buck says bashfully. “Hey, you have anyone to share a room with at the hotel yet?”

“Please tell me there’s only gonna be one bed,” Hen squawks gleefully in his ear.

“Uh I don’t know. Are they assigned or-?”

“They figured since most of us know each other we could pair up however we want but- um…” Buck trails off, making it clear no one has offered to share with him and well, it seems like he knows a lot about the other contestants. That could be good for Eddie. To get information and close the case. Obviously.

“Yeah, man. We can share.”

“Awesome!” Buck declares, slumping more comfortably in his seat and bumping his shoulder –probably accidentally – against Eddie’s. The bus gets moving then and Eddie takes the opportunity to scope out some of the other contestants.

It’s unlikely their suspect is another firefighter but not impossible.

“So how come I’ve never seen you at a scene before?”

Eddie blinks, redirecting his attention to Buck who’s looking at him curiously.

“Oh uh, I just transferred in the last couple of months.”

“From where?” Buck’s expression doesn’t look suspicious and Eddie has to remind himself not every conversation with a stranger needs to be an interrogation.

“Um, El Paso,” he says, immediately cringing on the inside. This man does not need to know any of his real life personal details.

But Buck only smiles again. “Cool. I’ll have to look out for you on calls from now on.”

And it’s not said flirtatiously or anything like that but Buck looks bashful again and Chimney is cackling his ear about how, “Eddie’s got a fan,” and Eddie’s stomach does a strange, traitorous flip.

But this is fine.

Everything is fine.

It’s just-

It’s going to be a long week.

-

[inkdrawndreams]

Jervis Tetch Playlist

This took forever but it's finally done. I make a lot of character playlists, but I'm especially proud of the Jervis one. I might make another at some point, but for now, I'm happy to have made a pretty cover for it. I will post the track listing below and a link to the playlist in a reblog (because tumblr search hates links for some reason).

TRACK LISTING

Chess Piece Face - They Might Be Giants

Love My Way - The Psychedelic Furs

She's Not There - The Zombies

Confessions of Dr. Woo - Timber Timbre

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

The Crystal Ship - The Doors

West End Girls - Pet Shop Boys

Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys

Behind the Wall of Sleep - The Smithereens

Heaven Beside You - Alice In Chains

In Bloom - Nirvana

Hypnosis Theme - Wax Tailor

Les Lucioles En Re Mineur - Chris Garneau

Stay In Your Coma - Alias Conrad Coldwood

Do I Have Power - Timber Timbre

[jolieblack]

May Prompts 2024 by @calaisreno

May 29th: Hero

Hungerford Bridge

"John? Are you awake?"

"Nnnnnghhh?"

"Are you awake?"

"Ugh. Nah."

"I need you to be awake, John."

"Wassup?"

"I need you to – no, don't move your head like that. It's going to hurt."

"Ow!"

"See? Now, listen. I need you to sit up as soon as you can. But you have to move slowly."

"Wha'?"

"No sudden movement, and especially no uncontrolled flailing of your left arm or – Yeah, exactly! Christ. Settle down. That's it. Lean against the thwart."

"The wha'?"

"The thwart. The bench. The thing people sit on in a small boat."

"Wha' boat?"

"It would help if you opened your eyes, John."

"Wha's happened? Still dark…"

"Two forty-four a. m., approximately."

"Whassat noise?"

"Do you mean the waves lapping gently against the hull, or the ringing in your head from being knocked unconscious by a brute wielding a cricket bat?"

"Ah… don't remember that."

"I'd be surprised if you did. He caught you in the head on the backswing when you popped up behind him to take him down before he could hit me. I really appreciated the gesture, though. Not your fault you failed to grasp my clever – "

"Chris' sake, Sherlock, shut up and get outta my face, or I'll - "

"Warn me if you're going to be seasick, please. I'm sure we can coordinate a bout of emesis over the side, should the need arise."

"I said get outta – Argh!"

"No flailing, remember?"

"I'm not flailing, I'm – what the fuck is – "

"That would be your right wrist handcuffed to my left wrist. I was just going to explain that there's a perfectly valid reason for our close physical proximity, or me being in your face, as you please to call it."

"That's not your – "

"No, that's the rowlock."

"The what?"

“The rowlock. A metal contraption attached to the washstrake above the gunwale for the purpose of holding the oars in place. This one is unfortunately designed in a peculiar fashion that allows one half of a pair of handcuffs to be threaded through the opening in the middle, so as to – Don't pull, John. It's solid stainless steel and fibreglass. I tried, it's no use."

"We're chained to a boat?"

"We're chained to a boat that's afloat on the River Thames on the ebb tide, with neither oar nor engine to control or direct our progress downriver, on a cold night at a quarter to three in the morning. I might also mention the absence of any life jackets or radio equipment, but I suppose that goes without saying."

"Fuck."

“Accurate. Are you awake enough now so we can start doing something about the situation?"

(This got way too long for Tumblr. Please read the rest of the story here on AO3!)

[l0relaii]

Chris and his gf dressing like an elf princess and knight in shining armor for like comicon/fan-x/dnd (whichever!) and Chris being absolutely horny for his gf in a flowy white dress with elf ears on he ends up having her bent over his bed with the pretty white fabric bunched at her hips ��🌝

sghdhs i love all your ideas baee. i've heard of dnd before but i didn't really know what it was, thanks to you i've been reading abt it for the last 30 minutes 🌝

remember the seance in the game when chris was reading the instructions of the spirit board?

yeah that's dungeon master chris

imagine him not being able to focus on the game because he's too occupied with staring at you

he can't stop looking at all your jewellery and accessories and the way your white flowy dress looks on your body

and the elf ears ohhh they look so nice on you

at one point in the game you give him the dice and he gets hard just from hearing the sound of your bangles jingling and your fingers brushing against his

oh and you know the effect you have on him.

that's why you lean against the table towards him so often letting him see your cleavage and the outline of your hard nipples through the thin material of the dress

when the game is over and all your friends leave he just lifts you on the table bunching your dress up being met with nothing underneath but a dainty chain around your waist with charms matching the ones around your neck

"ohohoho you dirty girl.. wearing nothing under this pretty dress..?"

"what do you mean 'nothing'? d'you not notice my accessories chris?"

his hands rub up and down your body trailing against your waist chain before lifting a hand up to your neck analyzing the little crystal dangling from your choker- malachite

only then does he notice all the crystals adorning your body

the earrings hanging from your lobes that weren't covered by the elf ears

the different lengths of necklaces starting from the pretty chocker at the base of your throat and trailing down to the long chain with a shiny crystal that rested right between your breasts

the thin cuffs on your arms and the dangling bracelets and bangles on your wrists

all the rings on your fingers that shone so prettily in the dim light of the room that sent shivers down his spine whenever the cold crystals on them brushed against his skin

malachite, aventurine, agate.. of course he doesn't know any of their names

what he does know is that they're all green, his favourite colour.

"oh look at all these pretty rocks babe.."

"crystals chris, they're crystals"

"same thing.."

he's so focused on them that he almost forgets about his hard on poking you through his pants, but you're quick to remind him with a gentle squeeze to his crotch

"are you gonna do something or just stand there and stare?"

"don't rush me baby, i was just admiring you"

his hand caresses your cheek going to the side of your face and landing on your elf ears

your hands slide his pants down his thighs along with his underwear. and you notice he's hard. very hard.

"dammit these things.. fuck you're so hot with them"

you end up fucking right there on the table next to the board game.

then you rode him on the couch with your tits hanging out of your pretty dress because you got too excited on your way to the bedroom.

later that night he fucked you again bent over the bed with the flowy skirt of the dress bunched up your hips and your necklaces hanging and jingling with every harsh thrust of his hips

he even tugged on your waist chain every once in a while guiding your hips to smack against his own

he didn't let you take off your dress or any accessory, especially not your elf ears.

[insomniac4000]

Chained Together Part 3

Part 1

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“Just a little more to the right,” Florence asked softly Esme nodded and very gently moved the camera slightly to the right being careful not to overstretch considering she was standing on a ladder. The cooking video Florence posted went down a treat, she was currently filming another video, it was another cooking video as people in the comments were asking for more, however she had plans to release another video first with her out and about trying to race across London, that video featured guests however so needed a little more time to plan and she didn’t want to do two cooking videos in a row, she didn’t want to pigeonhole herself too much when she was trying to make more of a name for herself.

Chris had been very helpful giving advice here and there, he also was connecting her to other people within the Youtube circle. He had the little black book of Youtuber’s and could immediately name off at least a handful of people who would be a good fit for the videos.

Florence had also been really at it with the TikTok’s too, thinking if she could also grow her audience there then there would be more people to migrate over to the Youtube channel; she was working incredibly hard and was really hoping it would pay off.

“I’m starting to worry about you a little,” Esme admitted once filming was finished, it was eight o clock in the evening once all of the reshoots had finished. Florence looked at her friend and flatmate her lips pursed.

“I get it. Look I know I’ve been caning it recently but I know my limits. I’m not working because I’m trying to occupy my mind I’m really just trying to build my following, it does take work Em,” Florence knew she had a habit of overworking, especially when she was upset about something but this wasn’t the case at the moment. She knew a lot of this work was down to luck but that didn’t mean you also needed to put the work in. She was at a pivotal point in her career, she had seen so many influencers get to this point and fade because they stopped trying and assumed success, she wanted to make this work.

“Hmm, well I’ve got my eye on you,” Esme replied not convinced. Esme was one of the very few people in the world who knew Florence well. From the moment she set her eyes on the very scared sixteen year old who was accompanied to the flat share and introduced as the new flatmate Esme knew Florence had a story to tell. Esme knew all of it now but it took a good few years for her to completely open up. There was usually a pattern to Florence, whenever it was a difficult time she shut herself away from the world, none of her followers knew why would they? As far as they were concerned she was a smiley happy go lucky women doing sometimes stupid things on camera with a stupid smile on her face and she posted a lot. Florence didn’t pull back like that when she was struggling, instead she created more and more but where she did pull back was her personal life. There was a time, really early on in their friendship where Florence didn’t speak to anyone except a camera for three weeks. There weren’t many reasons why a sixteen year old would be “accompanied” by someone who wasn’t a relative to a flat share and Esme didn’t pry she was just there and Florence was forever grateful. She didn’t have a lot of people in her life who would look ot for her, in fact she found it so strange in the beginning and was wondering just why Esme was being so nice to her. Eventually they managed to create a deep and meaningful friendship and had lived together ever since. Florence didn’t know what they would do one of them would meet someone special, she thought it would be only be a matter of time as Esme was gorgeous. Whenever she appeared on Florence’s TikToks her comments were flooded with ‘what’s her @?’

“I’m not running this time,” Florence stated. Esme nodded and left the room, leaving Florence alone with her thoughts, something she wasn’t a fan of at the best of times but she had learnt. She sat on the bed aimlessly scrolling, she wasn’t really paying attention too much she was just trying to occupy her mind slightly. A Notification then popped up on her screen, it was from Chris.

Hey I have a favour to ask you.

Florence looked at the message and replied

Sure, are you claiming that favour back?

If you wouldn’t mind. Will has pulled out of a shoot tomorrow he’s got leaky bum, do you happen to be free at all? No football skills required just running about London like an idiot, you’ll be paired up with someone.

As long as I don’t have to kick a ball I’ll be fine.

Florence smiled, even though it sounded like she was doing Chris a favour by replacing someone last minute it was also giving her another chance to meet people and another channel appearance it was a win, win for all.

Anxiety often made people late for things but for Florence it was the complete opposite, it made her annoyingly early for a lot of things because she was so paranoid about being late to things and scared of being perceived as lazy. She got off the bus which was opposite the meeting place a full forty minutes before she was due to meet, luckily over the road was a coffee shop so Florence decided to have a tea and try and calm down.

“Are you FloMC?” Florence heard from behind her, it was a male voice with a slight northern accent. She looked to see the one and only Stephen Tries standing in front of her.

“Yes, hi you’re Stephen right? Are you here for the shoot too?”

“Yep, train got in early at least I’m not late though, the last thing anyone needs in the morning is an angry hobbit,” Stephen joked and Florence smiled, it was then her turn to order.

“Could I get an English breakfast tea and a… what did you want?” Florence asked turning to Stephen.

“Same please mate,” Stephen replied Florence tapped her phone.

“Remind me to buy you a drink after the shoot,” Stephen smiled and Florence nodded. They grabbed their drinks and sat down on a table, they started off talking shop but went onto talk about their favourite comedians. They sipped their tea and when they finished they had less than ten minutes until they were due to meet so made their way to the venue where Chris was already there with his crew as well as Arthur Television.

“Oh you guys have met cool. Arthur you remember Florence,” Chris gestured between everybody quickly, Florence looked at Arthur and they exchanged polite hellos. George was the next one to enter the weird looking studio. He greeted Stephen with gusto, the pair giving each other a big hug a it’s been a long time since they had seen each other in person. He waved to Arthur and Chris only having seen them both the night before, he took a look at Florence and gave a nod.

“Hi George,” she replied a little nervously. Ever since she had met George she had an odd vibe from him, it didn’t make sense to her as everything she had heard about him was good but she wasn’t seeing any of it.

Harry and Ethan were the last ones to arrive and were right on time. Chris wasted no time going over all the rules for the game.

“I don’t know why you do this when you just decide to change the rules halfway through the video anyway,” Arthur moaned casing everyone to laugh. Chris just ignored it and carried on before revealing the pairs; Harry and Ethan, George and Stephen and Florence and Arthur.

“I thought I’d make sure you’re with someone you’ve met,” Chris explained to Florence and she thanked the lucky stars she wasn’t shoved with George.

The shoot was fun but chaotic, Florence had a real competitive streak, maybe it was linked with her need to please she wasn’t sure but none the less she put everything she had into things. Arthur was also quite excited about the prize so wanted to win too, the pair were doing quite well. Despite George and Stephen trying to sabotage their football. Florence couldn’t help but notice the malice in George’s voice when he was telling Stephen “Get her! Trip her!”

It didn’t work as Florence and Arthur won the tickets for the Olympics, Arthur really wanted to go.

“You can keep the tickets Arthur, and don’t worry about having to spend the trip with someone you hardly know, you can keep both of them.”

“That’s really kind of you Florence. He wanted to put you through but I knew you were too nice for Chris,” Arthur said throwing it back to the dating video and Florence laughed.

“Well content’s content,” Florence replied not minding too much about the competition.

“Anything for the content,” another voice said in an almost teasing tone. Florence looked to see George who was walking past her.

“Is he okay?” Florence asked pointing at the man and Arthur smirked a little.

“Yeah he just gets a little bit like this around… strangers,” Arthur finished his sentence after a little pause. Florence was convinced but nodded, she didn’t know anyone in the room well enough to start disagreeing with them.

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 7

Part 1 Next

Content: nonsexual noncon touch, captivity, fear of sexual assault, memories of child abuse, manhandling, caretaker turned whumper, ptsd being triggered

Michael inspected the cuff he was wearing, especially the weld where the chain met the cuff. He ran his tongue over his teeth, hating that he was going through this stupid decision again.

Break out somehow and risk getting caught and beaten within an inch of his life–maybe having the soles of his feet burned again–or sit here and get beaten a little less, maybe.

Looking back at the other times he'd berated himself over choosing to stay, or failing to escape, he felt his mind changing a bit.

"I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do?" He muttered, twisting the chain gently till it locked up.

The manacle itself was padlocked shut, so that wasn't going to be its weak point.

The door opened and Michael recoiled from his study, putting his hands in his lap and going pale.

It was Chris, with his soft dark hair framing his pocked face with an unpleasant contrast.

"So, how does a bag of cereal with a cup of milk sound?" Chris said.

Michael was a bit too nervous to answer, finding his teeth clenched tightly as he wondered if Chris had seen what he was doing.

Chris set the bag of cereal on the bed next to Michael's feet and sat down, offering the plastic cup.

Michael stared at it, then raised his eyes to Chris. Around him, he felt a bit more comfortable being honest about how he was doing.

"I'm not really hungry."

"How bad did you get it?" Chris narrowed his eyes. "Can I see?"

"No!" Michael grabbed the edge of his shirt, leaning back. "Why does everyone--everyone want to see my stomach or something?"

"Sooner or later you're gona have to take it off." Chris said gently.

"You can tear it off my cold dead body." Michael snarled.

"What are you so sensitive about?" Chris said, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "Hm? I won't tell anybody."

"Chris, what the fuck kind of fool do you take me for?" Michael said. "I've been kidnapped and now I'm being asked to strip. The answer is a resounding hell no."

Chris huffed, took a sip of the milk and raised his eyebrows at the flavor.

"Look Michael, that's not what this is." He said, way too calmly.

"Then what is it about?!" Michael demanded, jerking his bruised wrist at the heavy chain.

Chris frowned, finishing the milk and tossing the cup to the ground.

Then he stood up and walked toward Michael, who scooted away to the furthest corner of the bed. The movement tensed the muscles around his ribs, making him grimace as he pulled his legs up as far as they'd go toward his chest.

"Michael," Chris said in a warning tone. "It's me or them. You want Jordie doing it?"

"Off my dead body." Michael spat.

Chris suddenly moved at him and Michael cringed hard under his arm and hissed, expecting immediate pain. The big man's hands landed on his arms, though, fingers closing around them.

"No, please," Michael struggled and yanked at them, tears springing to his eyes. "Don't do it."

"Don't do what?" Chris grunted in the effort it took to restrain him, now roughly patting down his free arm. "What are you hiding, Michael?"

"Nothing!" Michael shrieked, and began crying as Chris frisked both his arms very thoroughly, checking his hands between each finger, then his armpits, then the nape of his neck under the ponytail.

"Don't!" Michael shrieked hoarsely, ineffectually jerking at his arms and trying to kick him. "Fuck, please, don't."

Chris's fingers traced over his neck again. He was frowning.

At that moment, the door opened again, letting in Pete and several others crowding in behind.

"What is going on in here?" Pete shouted.

Chris let Michael go and got off the bed. Michael sobbed and sniffled under his arm, trying to stop. All he could feel and think was his foster father's fingers digging into his neck as he slammed his forehead into the glass, and the burning points all down his arms. "I don't want you to ever feel like you don't have a family, son." He couldn't let himself think about that. He couldn't let anyone see his arms.

Michael shuddered, instinctively tightening his ponytail before he dried his eyes on his pj shoulder, head down in shame.

"Chris?" Pete raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Didn't mean to sir." Chris said, eyes down. "I thought he had a weapon."

"Well thank you Chris," Pete said dryly. "Looks like you've moved up our schedule."

"He doesn't want his shirt off for some goddamn reason." Chris said a little resentfully.

"Unchain him, Jordie." Pete said. "Michael? You going to behave?"

"Sure, if I'm not going to get fucking molested."

"No promises." Gabe jeered.

Michael winced at the hands on his arms as he stood up from the bed.

"Turn around, face the wall." Pete said.

Michael gritted his teeth and did. Turning his back to them was like baring your neck to a wolf--terrifying. It was a familiar feeling that pricked at his eyes. At least they weren't taking off his shirt, he thought, as the zip tie tightened painfully around his bruised wrists.

"Come on Jordie--ah!" He hissed as it sank into the bruises. "Come on man, it doesn't need to be that tight!"

"Too late." Jordie slapped his head.

"Come on." Pete said, and Jordie gave him a little push toward the door.

Michael fell into an uneasy silence as he was walked back to the halfway-room created by the crates.

Light from the big window at the end--which turned out to be a loading door--flooded the entire space, blending the smells of warm wood and gasoline with golden sunlight and machinery downstairs.

Michael noted the evidence of maybe fifty workers' labor overnight. Crate had been loaded in by the hundreds, and he'd been too fast asleep to be woken up by any of it. This time, there was a chair and a tripod set up in front of the crates, with a full on camera attached to a laptop, angled a little away from the chair.

Jordie shoved him down into it with a painful jolt. Michael's hair was already getting rustled up by the manhandling.

He had a knot of dread in his stomach when he looked up into that camera and saw his face in the screen to the right. Half of his face was looking pretty battered, which wasn't surprising, since it felt like he was wearing playdough on his eye. A swollen, split cheek and a black eye made him look... like a kid again, he thought instinctively.

He looked away in distress, set his jaw and focused his gaze on Jordie, reminding himself that he wasn't a little kid, and he could've taken that guy if his hands weren't bound.

Pete stood behind the camera, watching the little monitor.

"Alright guys," He said. "It's go time."

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