#are awkward with words but when i send them a photo of me trying to draw they literally didnt say anything and that was just :')

[pears-trinkets]

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt3

pt 2 here content: Choso refers to reader as his gf- other than that no use of pronouns. mention of reader wearing lipstick, obsessive crush to stalker arc :>

(a.n) this is slowly becoming a fic and I don't hate it. I felt lack of inspo last night and did a deep dive into what stalkers do- the red flags before they start the actual stalking lol

taglist: @flam3bird

Obsessive!Choso who almost felt his heart burst when he saw you wave hi at him when you walked into class. Smile on your lips as you walk down to your seat. Hearing your friend speak a little louder than a whisper while taking a practice test, seeing you look back at him and make a face almost asking him, ‘can you believe what she's saying?’ before turning around again, watching your friend lean in close to you and keep pestering you. His eyes watching you turn your phone on under your desk, ‘During a test? What are you thinking-’ he thought, mentally scolding you.

Obsessive!Choso who almost died when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it out and seeing that you had texted him. ‘can u hear her from all the way over there ?’ reading it and hearing your voice. The realization of, ‘you were thinking of me?’ making him slouch in his seat, feeling his heavily pieced ears start to warm. Staring at your text, looking down at you, noticing you had the conversation still open. ‘Are you waiting for me?’ he asked you in his mind. Quickly screenshotting the notification before opening it, ‘yeah, i can.’ he typed, sending it and seeing you turn your head and smile at him. Seeing you look down at your phone, his heart beating quickly when he saw the typing bubble show up. ‘she keeps asking me what the answers are’, smiling when he saw that your auto capitalization was off, another thing you two had in common. ‘is this not a practice test?’ he typed, thinking how crazy it is that he was talking to you. To you! Person of his dreams, everything he wanted in a partner. You. The person who always greets him with a warm smile, who's always nice to him.

Obsessive!Choso whose heart skipped a beat when he saw you move your shoulders, indicating that you were trying not to laugh. ‘I make you laugh?’ looking down at his phone and seeing you had texted again. ‘dont think she knows that’  you replied, putting your phone away and getting back to the paper in front of you. Making sure to remember to ask you why you're friends with someone like that. ‘You're not the same kind of person- or even on the same level mentally. So why would you be friends with someone who does nothing but bother you?’  Thinking he knew everything about your friendship with this person. 

Obsessive!Choso who went to the campus coffee shop, in hopes that maybe you'd be there. Knowing from your instagram stories that you usually came to pick up a coffee after one of your classes. Only this time you weren't here. Pulling out his trifold wallet before paying, looking to see he didn't have any cash, trying to find his card. “Pretty girlfriend.” the cashier said, breaking the awkward silence while looking at the photo of you in his wallet. “Sorry?” he asked, looking at them when he found the piece of plastic. “Your girlfriend-” they continued, eyes pointing at the picture. The sentence made him flustered, not paying attention that some people notice small things like that. Smile on his face as he mumbled a quiet ‘I know.’ before tapping his card onto the screen. 

Obsessive!Choso kept those few words in his mind whenever he caught a glimpse of his wallpaper. ‘My girlfriend.’ he'd think, smile on his lips when he would refer to you as that.

Obsessive!Choso saw a picture of your laptop and a notebook next to it in your story. Knowing you were home, knowing that you were waiting for him to text you, you had to be right? Opening the google doc on his computer, seeing that you were on it as well. A few minutes of him watching your cursor type a sentence and delete it. Before seeing a message from the upper right corner of his screen. A message from you, ‘Hey, I know it's late. But I hit a wall with this stupid project- could I call you?’ he read, eyes widening at how right he was. Clearing his throat at how forward you were being. Call? As in on the phone with you? 

Obsessive!Choso who almost choked when he heard your voice on the phone. Pressing the phone closely to his ear, closing his eyes with a smile when he heard you say- “Heyyyy”, not being able to find the words to say to you. A small ‘hi’ leaving his throat. Hearing you let out a small giggle before hearing you place your phone down. “So i'm on the doc- and I saw you were on it too-” you started, Choso pictured you. Sitting in front of your laptop, smile on your face while speaking. He could tell by just your voice that you were smiling, smiling while talking to him.

Obsessive!Choso who desperately wanted to record the conversation- well, more like record your voice. He wasn't the one speaking a whole lot. You had gotten used to filling the silences he left in the air, being able to tell that he wasn't much of a talker. But little did you know that he was thinking longer replies, but only thinking them. Smiling when he’d hear you ask a question. You started reading aloud what you had written- making sure it sounded right. Choso accidentally let out a low ‘Mhm’ while hearing you read, closing his eyes in regret when he heard you stop. “You sound so different on the phone-” you started, almost a whisper. He exhaled quietly in relief when he heard your fingers start to press onto the keys of your computer. The call didn't last longer than 20 minutes, you just wanted to ask him his opinion on if what you had so far sounded smart or not. But in his mind, the only real reason you called was to speak to him- to hear him. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like he could die when you told him ‘thank you’ for his help. But when you mumbled a tired, “Goodnight Choso-” before you hung up, made his cheeks flush and his heart pound in his chest. The first time you had ever said his name. Immediate regret filling his gut when he remembered he didn't record it. But he would always remember it, always keep it close to his heart in memory. 

Obsessive!Choso was walking to the campus coffee shop after class. Seeing you speaking to some guy- probably one of the so called friends you choose to surround yourself with. Slowing his pace when he saw you slowly backing away from him- and nodding no at him. Seeing this guy, reach for your arm, speaking over you as he stepped closer. Even from a distance he could see your face look uncomfortable. At that moment, Choso didn't know what came over him. He walked over- more like storming over. His face full of anger, slapping a sweet smile onto it when he saw you look over at him. “I was just about to go find you.” Making sure to keep a sweet tinge in his tone when he spoke to you. Smile of relief on your face when you saw him. Dark eyeshadow and combat boots almost making you feel safe. A quiet ‘hey’ trailed from your lips, feeling the stranger's hand fall from your arm, taking a step back. “Me too, I wanted to bring up-” you started. Rambling about what the professor had taught today, noticing the guy back off before walking away. Seeing you exhale before looking at his face. “Thank you.” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. “A friend?” he asked, his tone deeper than before. Using the same tone he spoke to you while on the phone. “Absolutely not-” you smiled, looking back up at him. “Just some guy from my public speaking class. He's been bothering me since the first day.” You laughed, seeing him crack a small smile, his hands fidgeting with his rings. “Are you busy? I was just about to go grab a coffee-” you started, looking away from him in the direction of the same coffee shop he was going to.

Obsessive!Choso who thought; ‘Aren't you forward. Trying to spend more time with me?’ as he nodded no, “I'm not.” he replied, his hands in his pockets.

Obsessive!Choso who was convinced you were starting to feel the same way he did, even if it was only a week since they paired you together. I mean, who would ask someone if they wanted to have coffee with you? “Sorry if you had plans- or whatever.” you started, walking slowly next to him. “I didn't.” he mumbled, hearing his boots drag onto the concrete. “The least I could do is buy you a coffee!” you exclaimed, ‘No need to thank me- who else but me will protect you from all the horrible men in the world?’ Choso thought, looking over to see you, remembering all the people who have been broken by men who didn't love them. Knowing that you would never have to worry about those silly things with him. 

Obsessive!Choso who purposefully switched the two coffees you had paid for- in hopes he'd be able to share an indirect kiss with you. Knowing if he tried to pay, you'd see the picture of yourself he had in his wallet. Sitting down at one of the round tables, heavily ringed hands around the cup as he looked at you pick up his coffee. Making a face when the sour taste hits your tongue. “I think they switched our cups-” You smiled, pushing his cup towards him. Seeing him mutter a feigned ‘Oh’ as he gave you the correct cup. His eyes focused on the light print of lipstick you had left on the black lid. “I could get you a new one- I know some people are huge germaphobes.” You smiled, taking a sip from your cup to wash the bitter taste from your mouth. “There are worse things in the world than sharing a drink with someone.” He murmured, slouching in his seat, seeing you give him a sweet smile in return.

Obsessive!Choso who took one sip of his coffee, only to assure you that it was okay that you had drank from it. Who felt his knee start to bounce with anticipation when he felt the satiny feeling of your lipstick on his bottom lip. Hearing words falling from your mouth, but not listening to them. Thoughts of how technically that was your first kiss with him. Seeing your phone light up on the table, hearing you sigh loudly. And it continued to light up- repeatedly. “Jesus- this girl doesn’t know how to take a hint.” You exhaled, picking up your phone and typing something. ‘Must be the girl from class.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso whose lips moved before his brain could process what he was saying. “The girl from class?” he asked, seeing you look up at him and smile. “Yeah- she keeps trying to come over to my house for a sleepover.” You placed your phone down, “That girl is the epitome of peaked in highschool.” You mumbled, Choso finally found an opportunity to ask you. “Why are you friends with her?” he questioned, seeing you inhale at his words. “I chose this college to get away from all the bullies and all the pretentious people who would live the same boring suburban lives.” You started, “And to become myself- to find myself.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Imagine my disappointment when I got here and it was full of superficial delta chi’s-” You laughed, seeing him return a smile to you. Humming in response to your words. “I was never good with confrontation- The idea makes me anxious and uneasy.” seeing him look at you with his head in his hand. Eyes half lidded while listening to you. His pointer finger tracing doodles onto the table. Liking the way you opened up to him, letting him get to know you. Being able to hear your unfiltered thoughts, not the bullshit you over thought before you posted on your story. 

Obsessive!Choso who paid close attention to what you were saying, hanging onto every word that fell from your lips. Feeling yourself cringe at how you just aired out your business to someone who was practically a stranger, not knowing why it was so easy to speak to him. Somehow never sensing any judgment or lack of interest in what you said. Feeling a wave of relief whenever you were able to speak to him- a real person who didn't care about people's opinions. “Honestly I don't know why I'm still friends with her- I've tried to sit in other seats, hoping she wouldn't sit next to me in that class anymore.” You spoke, finally answering his question. ‘I know. I watched you every time you moved seats.’ Choso replied to your words mentally. “I think the reason I'm failing that class- is that I can't focus on what is being taught because she's in my ear the entire time.” You smiled, easing up on the heavy topic. ‘Aha. I knew you were failing- just like me.’

Obsessive!Choso wanted to suggest that you to sit next to him, knowing your childish friend won't follow you if you did. “Failing?” he asked, eyes scanning your features. “Yeah, I was hoping this-” You sighed, “stupid project would help my grade at least a little.” Closing your eyes and leaning back into your chair. ‘Ask me. Ask me and I'm yours. Ask me to help you.’ he thought, fighting off his excitement when you looked at him. Lightbulb practically popped up above your head, “You're doing good in class, aren't you?”  you asked, smile on your lips as he nodded yes without thinking. “I know that we were only paired for this assignment- but would you be ok with helping me study?” You smiled, eyes so bright he swore he could see the universe in them. “Of course.” He smiled, seeing you exhale and look down at the table with a smile.

Obsessive!Choso who almost let out a small giggle when he saw your face flush. ‘Are you- blushing?’ he asked himself. The question you asked him didn't make him nervous. He understood most of what was being taught, but he didn't have the energy to physically write the essays, and besides- Choso preferred spending his free time thinking of you. Not of the stupid course work that he didn't need for real life. Trying to get to know you better through your social media. Dissecting every single photo you posted. Zooming into the background of your bedroom, seeing if he could find anything worth researching. A band poster, a shirt on the floor, a stranded bottle of nail polish he could buy so he would match with you- anything that would let him see you. The real you- not the person that you pretended to be with the fake friends you had. The person he saw a flicker of that day at the cafe. The person you came to this college to become.

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pt 4 here

(PLS LET ME KNOW IF U WANNA BE TAGGED IN THE NEXT PART PLSSSS) omg thank god I posted this. I am alr writing pt 4 I don't CARE. this is my new passion, wrote this while listening to 'Such Small Hands- La Dispute' Choso thinks this is all fun and games, what happens when he sees I am crazier than he is ?

[adventuringblind]

If You Don't Want the Truth, then Don't Ask

Oscar Piastri x Autistic!Reader

Genre: fluff

Request: kinda...? People want more of this content, so who am I to deny them? My requests are open! Please don't hesitate to send me ideas!

Summary: One thing that Oscar loves most about her is that she's always honest. Unfortunately, it seems not everyone has learned that.

Warnings: Media being toxic, the reader gets frustrated at not understanding human behavior

Notes: written in third person

Masterlist

Oscar had fallen in love with her honesty. He never had to guess at her opinions on things or dance around subjects himself.

It was a reprieve from always being coached in media to finally not having to filter himself.

Anyone who had gotten close to her knew one rule she had: if you don't want an honest answer, then don't ask.

She struggles communicating with vocal tones. People often mistake her opinion for being judgemental. It makes her feel unable to speak up for herself. It was never her intention to cause problems. She was just saying her truth.

Emotional communication is even more difficult. She always manages to say the wrong thing. Oscar didn't believe this and felt comforted when she talked him through the truth of the day. But if she was struggling with words and emotions, she opted to communicate via physical touch.

She'd developed a code for human behaviors she didn't quite understand.

When charles was upset about a race, she hugged him. When Oscar was smiling, she kissed his cheek. When Max was being lectured by his father, she stuck her middle finger up at Jos. When Lando couldn't eat his food, she gave him one of her snacks that he also liked.

It became more natural to the grid the more she did these things.

Unfortunately for the fans and the media, they hadn't figured it out. It was ridiculous in everyone's minds how they never learned their lesson.

A picture started circling the internet once of her kissing Lando's cheek after an amazing race. She knew it was a happy moment but was too overwhelmed to deal with words. Oscar knew she did this to anyone she was comfortable with and knew she was loyal. She'd expressed repeatedly why she loved him and not Lando. Oscar only laughed as she went down her very pointed list of reasons why Oscar was better. Earning a pout from the Brit.

The fans started calling her all sorts of nasty names. It hurt her a little, but Oscar even more. He'd expressed multiple times to his fans not to involve her in drama.

Race weekend got a bit awkward. Journalists wanted to ask the two questions. Oscar was quick to deny them attention and left for free practice.

The nerospicy femal, however, was not as lucky. Somone found her hiding in the garage.

"Are you aware of the photo going around social media right now?" The female reporter asked her.

She hesitated for a moment, trying to find her voice. "Yes." The reporter waited a minute for her to elaborate only to receive silence.

She clears her throat. "Do you have any thoughts about it? Are the rumors true?"

She stares again for a moment. "I think you people are bored and want to pick apart someone else's life instead of your own."

It was the reporters turn to stay in silence. "That may be true for some." She fumbles. "But the concern of the fans is that you'll have a negative effect on the McLaren racing drivers."

"I think the fans you speak of are niave then. Not every human being is the same. I'm in love with Oscar, not Lando, as simple as that. Just because my affection looks different doesn't mean I'm doing anything wrong." The girl shrugs her shoulders. Simply stating a fact of herself.

The reporter leaves in silence. No other words were shared between them.

Oscar saw the article the next day. They were getting ready to head to the track for FP3 and qualifying. "Have you seen this article?" He asked.

"No, what article?" Oscar flips his phone to her. The reporter from yesterday had written an article about their conversation. Interestingly enough, it was exactly what she had said. The journalist was impressed with her honesty and approach to toxic rumors.

Oscar kissed her cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

~

The next time it happened was during an interview in the fan zone. She'd been standing off to the side with the other McLaren staff who follow them around. She likes listening to the fans ask the boys questions.

Then a fan asked a question about her. "Oscar, why is your girlfriend mean to the reporters?"

Both Oscar and Lando rolled their eyes. "She's here right now if you want an honest answer." Oscar smirked.

It was terrifying when Oscar and Lando were waving her up to the stage. She waited for the approval of the staff and security before exchanging seats with the Australian.

He looked so please she was up there. "The fans want to know why you're so 'mean' to the reporters, as they put it." The two boys were laughing hysterically now.

"I personally don't think it's mean. If they don't want an honest answer, then they shouldn't be asking questions." She shrugged. "Is there a specific time you're referring too?"

"When the vouge journalists asked if you were hiding something because you wear loose clothing."

Lando perked up instantly. "This is one of my favorite moments. We went out and got her favorite dinner after this to celebrate."

"Firtly, the reporter had no business asking that. I don't like it when my clothes feel weird and I was already overwhelmed so I wore what I thought was comfortable." Oscar put his arm around her. A hint of pride edging its way across his features. "Secondly, the didn't put the whole story. The reporter asked if I was pregnant, and then when I said no, he proceeded to ask me if I was wearing anything underneath."

"The comeback is the best part."

"I was confused why he asked me this, so I asked if he had anything underneath the hideous mask he was wearing. Then he called me rude." She frowned, but the fans were enjoying the story.

Oscar glances at Lando. "You should tell the next part."

Lando is still chuckling from the last statement. "I was coming around the corner and heard her say that, then I couldn't stop laughing. So obviously I joined in as well."

The other two were shaking their heads at Lando in exasperation as he continued. "When I came up next to her, she asked why he would ask something like that. It's a pretty common question between us, so I explained why he did it and why he shouldn't do it."

"Then he insulted him some more."

Oscar finishes out the story and also laughs at this point. "Most of the things in the article were what Lando said. The others were what she did say. Including asking if this was his way of flirting and turned him down on his advances."

She always missed social cues, and she'd heard some of the drivers flirt by asking what someone had on underneath their clothing. It was a genuine assumption.

Oscar found it most amusing as Lando recounted the story for the first time that evening. She had looked mildly dazed, frustrated, and confused. Oscar took the time, in between laughing, to explain some of the nuances she didn't understand. Including why they were laughing so hard.

~

Next came a conversation with Zak.

The boys were doing media things, so he'd started to try and make conversation with her.

He was a person who did not understand that she's autistic and communicates different then he was expecting. Normally, Oscar or Lando was here to help things flow, but now she was going to need to swim on her own.

"Have you been enjoying Monaco?" He asked.

She played with her fingers to help her brain stay present. Something she often did to stim when she didn't want it to be noticeable. "It's cozy when it's not race weekend. I think the race has made it crowded."

He looked a little surprised. "Do you not like crowds? I thought you did since you come to most of the races."

"Seeing them is fine. Being trapped in them is difficult."

"That's a little odd of a perspective, don't you think?" He laughed. "I feel like you either enjoy the crowds or you hate them."

She didn't understand what he meant by that. Didn't she just say what she thought? Why was he asking the same question? "Factually, I think you can enjoy seeing a crowd, like on TV, and also become claustrophobic when in one."

He didn't know how to respond. The staring became awkward for him as he tried to respond. She just waited. Assuming he had now understood her point. Then he came up with an excuse as to why he needed to duck out of the conversation.

Zak asked Oscar about it later. To which the Australian internally face-palmed. Then, he proceeded to explain the unspoken role.

Zak apologized the next day if he made her uncomfortable. She just looked between him and Oscar. Hoping for an answer as to how he could've done that.

It took a while, but they finally got their. Now Zak goes to her if he ever wants an honest opinion on something.

~

The most recent time actually hurt her. She spent days inside her and Oscar's room. Struggling to eat, sleep, and communicate.

She was lucky that Oscar was around to help her through this. His frustration almost overwhelming his own mind.

Two weeks ago, they had been in Silverstone. It was an amazing race, and she felt happy that she got to share it with him.

She had been making friends with the other WAG's around the paddock. So when Oscar was pulled away, she went to find someone to hang out with until they finished.

She found Kika and Lily in the Williams hospitality. It was warm in the building, so when she sat down with them, she decided to get comfortable and took off her sweatshirt.

Her shirt that day was not the usual baggy t-shirt and jeans. Today's she was wearing a crop-top that showed her stomach, but she felt cute and confident, and Oscar complimented her on it the entire morning. He said she looked good when she's comfortable and that's what matters to him.

Her body was not the ideal body type that meets the standard beauty criteria. Frankly, she didn't care.

She's healthy. She's comfortable. Oscar has said daily that he loves her as she is.

She wasn't expecting the fans in hospitality to ask her anything about it.

When she got up to get water, a few young women approached her. This had happened before, and she assumed they wanted to ask about Oscar or know of they could get a picture with him.

She assumed wrong.

"How come you're not wearing what you normally do?"

"Because I felt comfortable in this today."

"I think the other style suits you better. Don't you think?"

"I don't have a style. This is just comfortable."

"Is this because Oscar likes it better?"

"No, he likes it when I'm comfortable."

She was trying to keep up. All the questions flying at her rapidly. The music was reverberating off the wall. The hospitality staff were cleaning and packing.

Her head started to spin. Her hands flew up to cover her ears. She was going to cry if she didn't get out.

She was thankful the Kika and Lily noticed and got her out of the area. Blocking anyone from speaking to her and ignoring those who tried to stop them.

They ran into Oscar on the way to somewhere quiet. He immediately placed his hands over hers to try and help block out more sound until he could get her to her headphones.

Kika and Lily explained what happened. The females asking her questions were not understanding why she was giving them the same answer. Their intentions were unknown, but it was obvious she looked uncomfortable and cornered in that moment.

So he led her away into his driver room and told her she could lock the door and he'd come get her when it was time to leave. She obliged, turning off the lights to help her senses.

She curled up in the corner and soothed herself until Oscar came back.

Someone had taken a video of the encounter, and people started asking questions about her. Why does she do the things she does? It didn't make any sense to them. It made her frustrated because they made her out to be an alien on her own planet.

Her body couldn't take it anymore. She stayed in her corner with the lights off and shut out the world.

Except for Oscar. He sat in the dark with her. They ate meals on the floor. He helped her bathe in the dark. She felt so lucky to have found someone who understands and cares as much as he does.

His PR team was trying to do something about the video. It wasn't right for it to be posted, and McLaren was doing what they could, but It wasn't enough.

So Oscar took matters into his own hands. He decided to answer all their questions. With her permission, of course.

She cried when she read it. He was happy that she felt safe enough with him to let herself unmask, but he wanted her to be able to unmask anywhere. They were taking a step in the right direction, and they both ate comfort food that night.

Instagram story message because idk how people do SMAU's: "I want to take a minute to address the video that was posted about my girlfriend recently. My girlfriend is Autistic, meaning that things can become overwhelming easily. You might not understand everything she does, but you don't have to. She is her own person and has her own life. What she answers to questions is her truth. If you don't want an honest answer, don't ask the question.

-Oscar

[hoesformatt]

NOT FOR YOU

4th day of riyah’s badness marathon

and tbh idk if imma finish the marathon cause y’all ain’t showing love 😭, y’all love me when you miss me

matt smut, at first it started real cliche then I pulled a lil twist

dom!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: oral (m!receiving), quickie, fingering, heavy petting, pet names, no use of y/n, best friend’s brother trope 😦

word count: 1.1k

not proofread

In my bra and underwear half naked taking pictures of myself in the mirror before I got my change of clothes. “Hurry up the gropchat wants to see!” Nick bitches from the bed throwing the basket of bikini’s at me as I was in-front of his mirror.

The beach body was beach bodying. Spending the start of the year busting my ass at gym (making my shit fatter than it already was). I made sure that I was going to look young, fly and sexy (and did).

“Yessss, I love this one the color makes your dark beown eye pop” He faced me towards the mirror. He was not wrong

I prepared to model my new bikini’s to my friends, taking pictures of me in the two-pieces and Nick photobombing all of them, but I didn’t care bitch I look good as fuck nobody could tell me nothing. So I went on my way to send them to the groupchat with the caption ‘which is the best’ went straight to the first person on my bestfriends list on snap.

“Let’s go toast some pop tarts or something, i’m hungry as fuck” We both raced out his room, the door flying open to rush down the stair and slide into the kitchen.

Rummaging through the pantry I pulled out the box of Poptarts as Nick brought out the toaster when I got scared and saw a body move on the couch in-front of us.

“Holy shit you scared me” Nick faced my direction to see Matt stand up from the couch, approaching us. “Sorry”

Me and Nick have been friends for a hot second but this was probably the third time we hung out at his place because he liled the fact that I lived alone and we could do whatever we wanted over there. All I knew about his brothers was the Chris was younger and lethargic one, and Matt was the closed off *handsome* one.

But he didn’t call him handsome of course, just observing. I talk to him sometimes but not often.

Matt’s face was plastered red and he looked somewhat squirmish. “You okay?” I asked him trying to get a better view of his face as he was staring at the ground holding his crotch “Yeah—I was just about to go to my room” he left going upstairs hastily.

Opening my snapchat checking my snaps I got one from my friends Matt, clicking on it the text made my eyes widen.

“Should I be seeing this?”

I sent him my fucking bikini photos. I sent soft nudes to my best friend’s brother.

I left the photo on opened and I scratched the back neck debating in my head, what I was going to do. That’s why he was so awkward.

I finally decided to just leave shit alone until I was confronted about it.

Me and Nick continued to do whatever we wanted to do eating out pop tarts and talking our shit when Chris was calling to Nick in the garage “What the fuck do you want!”

“Come ‘ere I need help!” He screeched from the garage and Nick profusely put down his pop tart going into the garage to join Nick. A ping went through my phone, picking it up I saw it was from Matt.

You still here?

Yeah why

Come up, i need to talk to you

Oh shit here we go, I took one last bite of my pop tart, going upstairs knowing his door is the opposite of Nick’s bedroom. I knocked on the door and Matt instantly answered “Come in”.

I leisurely opened his door walking in to see Matt under his covers, a tent around where his crotch is. I panicked “Sorry about the pictures, I was tryna send it to my friends”

“You just send bikini photos to your friends?”

“Yeah— But what’s up”

“To be honest… My dick” Wow. Okay, he was way more blatant than I thought he was and way more freaky than I thought he was.

Matt held my hand to put it over his boner. I caught on and I started to palm him bare through the sheets, the bend of his tip had made a dark spot. Keeping complete eye contact with him while I touched him, I peeled off the covers for his length to spring up.

I spit on his raw cock creating a lubricant to stroke him with both of my hands, from the tip to the base. “You know— You made me so hard with those photos-Shit— you need to send me photos like that more often”

Moving back, I lowered my body with my ass peaked up curving downward sucking his tip as I gazed up to see him staring at my ass like he wanted to take a bite. Hollowing my cheeks on his dick, Matt was squirming up on the headboard desperately moaning before he lightly gripped my hair bobbing my head.

“Fuckkkk” Matt’s eye’s begin to get heavy but he forces them open just to catch a glimpse of me sucking his cock and he felt content with what was in-front of him.

Being left in a trance, licking off his tip in my mouth, Matt’s whine’s and moans gave me ignition to give more “Lemme cum in your mouth baby” I nodded my head, rotating my head until I heard his desperate stringing whimpers ringing in my ears.

My mouth was filled to the brim with Matt’s cream-colored sticky liquids. He pulled me up by the neck to view me swallow his fluids. “You like to be a good girl for me don’t you?” Matt’s hand peered down my shorts, under my thong to feel for my pussy.

His fingertips grazed my slick folds, rubbing on my clit and he chuckled at how wet I was. Inserting his middle finger, the palm of his hand slapped my cunt as he was knuckles deep.

“Another one please” I begged wanting to feel him curl inside of me and he pressed in another finger and I immediately tightened over him. Sliding across my warm pussy, he didn’t bother to let go of the pressure he had on my neck, keeping me close.

My heart was beating out my chest at this point of how heavily I was breathing as Matt kissed along my jawline still thrusting his fingers into me until my stomach tied together then released, the liquids seeping out my dripping cunt.

“We should do this again, but instead with my dick digging in your pussy”

Shit. I could live with that.

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[lelengerine]

flustered by you

pairing | streamer!haechan x streamer!reader

synopsis | your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

genre | established relationship, fluff, nicknames are used for reader (baby, love, lovie)

wc | 0.5k

notes | the istj teaser photos will be my final straw fr,, like have you SEEN them??? anw, here’s another one for all you streamer/gamer hyuck enthusiasts out there :> lmk your thoughts on this hehe likes are rbs are always appreciated!

m.list

"baby, did you take the switch by chance? i was going to play a game with jeno downstairs-" haechan’s fluffy locks peek out from your room’s door frame, his voice in a slight hurry to return to his friend.

"hm?" you hum from your desk, your mind currently preoccupied with placing blocks down in your minecraft world. "one second."

you were trying to finish a minecraft building before the stream you had planned for later in the afternoon so you could show chat some progress of the village layout you have in mind from behind the scenes. 

the foundations of an elegant, overgrown church had already been placed — a little more work put into it and the vision you had for the building would finally take shape.

"um, i think i used it the other day. let me look for it." you pull off the earphones that rest snugly on your head, setting them down gently on your desk before getting up to find the game console.

"take your time, love. i’ll just take a lookie at what you’re making." he happily makes himself at home on your gaming chair, pretending to thoroughly inspect your work. "hey! this is pretty cute."

"mhm! it’s where we’re getting married!" you beam excitedly whilst searching your drawers, not realizing what you said until the words had already been uttered out. "uh i mean, if you wanted to get married- in game of course! not in real life that’d be silly-"

your cheeks were burning hot from the embarrassment of slipping your words out before thinking, quickening your movement even further to find the switch your boyfriend had originally came for, a small moment of eureka hitting you when you do. 

"anyways! i found the switch." you laugh with an awkward tension engulfing it, "you should get back to jeno now, i think he’s been waiting for a while-"

"let’s get married." haechan abruptly states, his eyes still glued to the pearly-looking church you made. "in game of course." he adds in a snicker, teasing you with your own words from earlier.

"quit it, lee." you whine, handing him the switch with a sulky frown growing on your lips. "not funny. didn't giggle."

he gratefully takes the device from your hands, wordlessly standing up to press a kiss onto your lips in hopes of wiping that frown away.

"you can’t sway me with kisses!" you argue, failing to hide the smile that makes you feel like a fool completely in love. well, technically you are one after randomly blurting out the idea of marriage to your boyfriend because of a video game.

"uhuh, sure i can’t." he laughs, ruffling your hair as he utters a ‘thank you’ for your help, now on his way to exit your room. 

"oh, by the way, i’d really marry you any day, lovie!" he speedily announces before closing your door behind him, leaving you in a speechless, dumbfounded trance that has you giggling; the smile on your lips only getting amplified by how rosy your cheeks have become. 

"gosh, i can’t believe him." you mumble, sending a light slap to your cheek in hopes it’d suppress the smile on your face since you still had that build project in line for the day. still, there’s a new-found determination that runs through your veins. you’re definitely getting married – at least in minecraft – no matter what.

[libraryofloveletters]

Behind The Lens

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the boys teasing kostas constantly, reader being slightly oblivious to it, sexual innuendos, it gets a little steamy towards the end, kos is lowkey bad at flirting, lots of swooning.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I don't really have an explanation of the Kostas kick I've been on lately but here we go. thank you to @curiousthyme for the idea, this ones for you!! <3

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Despite it being close to 8 in the evening, the humidity was killing all of you. 

Liverpool had journeyed to Singapore for the second half of their pre- season training and for a few friendly matches. 

You had joined the team as one of the photographers. You had worked with the team before, but never in the field. Most of the time, you hung around when they did photo shoots for their new home kits or LFC retail. 

They were comfortable around you, so there wasn't any awkwardness when you decided to join them on the pitch for their first training session.

Klopp was going over the drills for the session, you took a few photos as he spoke. The only two paying attention to you were Andy and Darwin, the two of them making silly faces at the camera. You looked away, holding back your giggling by pressing your lips together.  

“Alright,” the man in the glasses clapped, “you know what you’ve gotta do.” He announces, sending them on their way. 

You were taking photos of the session, watching the boys kick the ball around and do their drills. You were off to the side until they eventually split into groups to run drills. The boys separated themselves into groups of 5 and the one closest to you consisted of Virgil, Mo, Joe, Kostas and Cody. The 5 men kicked the ball back and forth, Kostas stuck in the middle to block it before it got to the next person. 

In this particular moment, you were looking away trying to adjust something on your camera whilst kneeling on the grass. You were all but a few feet away from the boys and the pass that Mo made from himself across to Cody, made it pass both Kostas in the middle and Cody on the other side. 

“Heads!” The younger Dutch player brings his hand up to his mouth to shout to you. 

The camera’s lifted at the last second, the ball bouncing off the thigh the camera was once on. Mo makes a face, “sorry y/n!” He shouts to you and you smile, waving him off. 

Before you know it, there’s a man in a grey shirt running to you to get the ball. “Are you okay?”

Kostas was knelt to your level, his soft brown eyes reflected under the flood lights; they reflected a kindness you’ve yet to see in other people. 

You smiled, nodding. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re sure? Mo has a foot of steel.” He chuckles at his own joke, earning him a smile.

You assured him you were fine as he grabbed your hand to help you up. “I grew up with 4 brothers. A lil’ roughhousing doesn’t bother me, Kos.” 

The nickname caused his heart to flutter; despite hearing it a million times over, it was different coming from you. 

“Kos!” The tall man shouts, “are you coming back?!”

Virgil’s hands were on his hips, you could see the annoyance on his face - he wasn’t one for being in the heat; the Singaporean humidity was his worst enemy at the moment - as was Kostas for having him waiting. 

“Go on,” you reached out to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

Kostas tucks the ball under his arm, “sure you’re okay?” 

You smile, nodding once more. “I’m fine, Kos. I promise.” 

Joe seemed to notice the exchange between the defender and the photographer, looking over at his friend next to him. Virgil caught onto what Joe meant from the moment he looked at him, raising his eyebrows in response. The Dutchman earned a chuckle from his friend. 

Kostas watched you walk off in the direction of Andy and Trent’s group before snapping out of his y/n trance as the teammate called it. 

--

They had returned from their mini break, taking a few minutes to rehydrate and stretch out their sore muscles; a sight you enjoyed. Whether it was in a professional manner or an unprofessional one, that was a secret. 

The boys were all goofing around amongst themselves, getting the last of their energy out for the evening. You were sitting next to Jurgen on the bench, the man pointed out something that Joel was doing and you two shared a laugh; a common occurrence when you two were in each other’s presence.

“Alright,” you huffed as you stood, slipping your feet back into your slides. “Back to work.” 

The older gentleman shook his head as he looked down at your choice in footwear. “Aren’t you worried you’d fall? The grass is still damp.” 

“Not really, and if I do, there’s a ton of handsome footballers to catch me.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a wicked smile. 

“Y/n!” He laughed, wagging his finger at you. “You're trouble.” 

“You like trouble, boss man.” You clicked a photo of him laughing before walking back onto the pitch. 

Making the rounds, the boys pretend you aren’t there as they go about their evening. You already mentioned you get the best photos that way; candid. 

There were a handful of solo shots being taken and you finally made it towards the group at back of the pitch. 

The Greek defender straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches Cody pass the ball to Andy, who passed it to him. 

Andy knew the boys well enough to know at this point and in this heat, they’re just going through the motions. Hence his shock when he watched his teammate start showing off his tricks, starting his set of kick ups for no apparent reason. 

The Scotsman noticed your presence, the click of your camera catching his attention. He laughed, head leaning back as his hand came up to his chest. Virgil looks over in concern, confused as to why Andy started laughing by himself but when he realizes who was lurking around, he too laughs. 

“Kostas, man!” Ibou groans, “are you gonna pass the ball or not ?” 

“He won’t,” Andy butts in before Kostas can even react. “Don’t you see who’s over there?” He nods towards the woman just two feet away. “He’s showing off for y/n.” 

You can’t help the laugh you let out, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Andy,” you snorted. “I don’t know how Rachel puts up with you.” 

“It’s my wits and charm that keep her in love.” He flashed you a smile, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

At this point, Ibou had managed to finally get the ball away from Kostas but lost it as he tried to get past Virgil - they called him big Virg for a reason.

It rolls over to you, you stop it by placing your foot on top of it. You pass it back in the same way they’d expect one of their teammates to kick it back to them. 

Kostas’s jaw hung open, shocked at how well you did that. 

“In slides,” Joel nods to himself in approval. “Well done, y/n.” 

You smiled, doing a little pose as you lifted your shoulder. “Got skills for days.” 

“With a Z?” Virgil looks over at you, a smile on his face. 

“Skills and days with a Z, big man.” The two of you shared a laugh. 

After what felt like a million hours in the heat, the boys were wrapping up and the kit men were packing up. You take a few minutes to pack up your camera stuff, a few of the boys were doing interviews and currently, it was Kostas’ turn. 

A few of the players watched him, making him nervous for no reason. “We wanna go, Kos. Hurry up.” Ibou teased, shouting from the little balcony. Trent butts in to say, “come on Kostas, I wanna go bro.” 

Virgil was watching them when you walked over. You peeked over the man’s shoulder who moves when he notices you, putting his arm around you before whispering in your ear. 

Kostas looks over when he hears your laugh and you could swear that you saw a flint of jealousy in his eyes. Surely that’s not it, everyone was just tired and the boys were annoying him.

That must be it. 

Ibou laughs when you whisper what Virgil had said to you.

He starts teasing his teammate once again; “Kostas, are you afraid? On the plane, no one can sleep because you talk too much. Now when you can talk, you don’t wanna talk.” 

You watch from the little balcony as Virgil and Ibou head down one by one, staring down the man doing his interview. Cody joins in on the fun and Kostas is so over them, internally groaning at his irritating teammates. 

They wanted to leave so badly and yet they were the ones that were causing him to take longer than necessary.  

You felt a bit bad about all the teasing, calling to the three troublemakers. ”Come on boys, leave Kostas alone.” 

“Yeah,” the Greek nods, “listen to y/n.” 

Cody snickers, “I bet you’d love to listen to y/n, huh?” 

Kostas is red in the face as Cody falls into Ibou laughing, the two of them in a fit of giggles. Kostas hoped he could blame the redness on the heat and you were getting closer by the second, the man was begging for a breeze to cool himself down.

Thankfully, you had missed the comment with the cheesy sexual innuendo because you were coming down the stairs a few feet away.

Once you made it over, you grabbed both Cody and Ibou by the wrists like school boys, pulling them up from their seats. All you had to do was look in Virgil’s direction for him to follow suit. 

“Let’s leave Kostas to finish his interview in peace, yeah?” 

The man in front the camera smiles, his heart fluttering at the sight of you - as was something else when he noticed the grey leggings you had on but those were thoughts best saved for when he was alone. 

---

The cold shower welcomed you back to the land of the living after the evening in the heat. You were getting ready to go over the photos from the session, your memory card plugged into your laptop to upload as you got ready after your shower. 

A knock on the door interrupts you as you brushed your hair. Setting the brush down, you made your way over to the door to see who it was. 

On the other side of the door stood Kostas, a green tube in his hand as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” you smiled, confused as to why he was at your door. 

“Hey, I uh.. sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

“You’re never a bother, is everything okay?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, holding out the green tube to you. “You forgot this on the bench, or I guess it fell from your pocket?” 

It’s your chapstick, mint flavoured. Your initials are scribbled on the cap in black sharpie because you and Andy use the same one; this way there’s no confusion. 

“Oh thank you,” you reached over and took it from him. “You didn’t have to do that, I have like four more in my makeup bag. I lose these all the time,” you laughed, tucked it into the pocket of your shorts. 

Kostas shrugs, a smile on his face. The laptop chimed from its spot on the bed, signalling that it’s done uploading the pictures. 

“Wanna see the pictures from the training session? I have to go through them anyway and I got a few good ones of you.” 

The man peeked over your shoulder, “I couldn’t intrude.” 

“You’re not, I’m inviting you in.” 

You stepped to the side, letting him come in. Kostas follows you to the bed, watching as you climb onto it and pull the laptop onto your lap. You’ve got on a pair of black shorts and a red tshirt with a little lfc logo on the top. 

As much as he enjoyed the view, he’d like the outfit much better if it was on the floor. 

“Are you coming?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, patting the empty spot next to you. “I don’t bite.”

Kostas slips off his shoes, climbing onto the bed. “What if I want you to ?” His eyes meet yours. 

You assumed he was joking but you answered him regardless. “I will.. but only if you ask nicely.”

His cheeks have a red hue and he clears his throat when he settles down next to you. The man sat so stiff, a statue seemed like jello in comparison. His eyes fixed on the screen as you clicked through the pictures. 

Kostas watched your manicured nails click along the keyboard, tapping the screen as you pointed out things to him. All he could focus on was how good they’d feel if they were being dragged down his back - the red of your nails matching the colour of the marks left behind. 

“Those are really good,” he finally says. “You’re so talented, y/n.” 

It’s your turn to blush, waving off the compliment with a smile. “It’s nothing, really.” 

You sent the photos off to the socials admin, letting them share out what needed to be when your laptop chimed once more, letting you know it was low on battery. The laptop was on the bed when you leaned off the side of the bed to grab the charger. Instinctively, Kostas reaches out to hold your hips, making sure you don’t fall off the bed. 

His touch burnt into your skin, you could feel everything but you ignored the feeling bubbling in your gut. You plugged your laptop in and set it on the nightstand to charge. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the room so you look over at Kostas. “Are you hungry?” 

“Uh.. I could eat.” 

Kostas didn’t get the heads up before you reached over his lap and over to the other night stand to grab the room service menu.

The man’s brows furrowed as you sat back up. “I could have grabbed it for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay,” you shrugged, flipping through the pages. “What are you feeling? I’m thinking a burger, maybe pasta?” 

“Those are two very different things, y/n.” 

“I’m aware of that, duh. I figured I could get both and we could split it unless you want something else?” 

Kostas shook his head, “that’s fine.” 

You called and ordered the food, settling into the pillows behind you as you looked for a movie to put on in the meantime. Kostas’s eyes were fixed on you, you could feel them burning into your skin with each passing glance. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry,” Kostas blurts, causing your brows to furrow. “You know, if the guys overstepped today.” 

“How did they overstep?” 

“With what Cody said.” 

Now you were really confused. “What did Cody do? He’s a sweetheart, I can’t imagine him saying anything bad.” You chuckled.  

Kostas internally groans, you clearly didn’t hear what Cody had said but now he’s got to explain. “He uh- he said how I’d like to listen to you.” 

You make a face; “what does that even mean?” 

“Well,” Kostas started, clearly a bit uncomfortable explaining the context of said statement. “I guess he meant.. in bed.” 

“Oh.” You pulled your lips together, holding back a snicker. You often forget that despite all being grown ass men and professional footballers, they had the minds of 15 year old boys. 

There’s a moment of quietness before you speak; “and would you?” 

Kostas stops picking at his nail to look at you, “would I?” He trails off. 

“Would you listen to me.. in bed?” 

Your eyes finally met his; there’s a sense of urgency that flashed in his brown eyes, his cheeks flushed red despite the AC running and it’s like you can hear the gears turning in his head. He’s trying to think of the right way to say this without scaring you off.

“Yes.” 

There’s a slight smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but reach out and hold his chin, forcing him to focus solely on you. 

“Good.” 

Kostas isn’t exactly sure what flipped in him but he leans over and into you, chest pressed to yours as his lips meet yours. 

There’s an instant connection between the two of you as if you’d been a couple for years; Kostas’s hands find your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You straddled the player under you, hands cupping his jaw in an attempt to pull him closer.

The two of you were as close as you could possibly get, his warm hands slipped under the red shirt you had on. 

Your own hands pulled on his shirt, the two of you separating for a second to pull it off completely - a second that felt like an eternity to him. 

Just as he does to pull your shirt up, there’s a knock on the door. The man groans, dropping his face into your chest. 

You grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. Kostas groans, a happy one but looks up at you. “It’s the room service.” 

“Tell them to take it back,” he pulls you against him for another kiss. 

You giggled, getting off of his lap. Kostas rolls over on the bed and grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Kos,” you whine, trying to get your hand loose. 

“Whattttt?” He reaches over to give you one more kiss. 

“The food is gonna get cold, let me just grab it.” 

“Then you’ll come right back?” 

“Yes.” 

“Promise?” He held his pinky out to you. 

You laughed, interlocking your pinky with him. “Promise.” 

He lets you grab the food from outside, the hotel staff left the tray outside considering that you didn’t answer the door. You leant down to grab it off the trolley and you could feel Kostas’s eyes on your ass. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

He smiles, waiting for you to put the tray down. “Staring never hurt anyone.” 

“I mean, if you’re a stalker it probably would.” 

Kostas rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you back onto the bed with him. His lips find yours again, the two of you tangled together on top of the sheets. 

You’re on your sides, looking at each other. Your finger traced over his jaw, Kostas turns his head to press a kiss to it.  

“It wasn’t so hard for you to admit you liked me, hm?” 

“You say that as if you knew,” he laughed. 

“Of course I knew.” 

“You did?” He looked a bit shocked. You never give him any signals that you had a clue.

“I told you I got skills for days, with a Z.” 

Kostas laughs, pulling you into him. “Oh shut up.” 

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Kinktober day 6 | Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Kindtober day 6: lingerie

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+, sexy photos, no smut but I might make a part 2 with smut if anyone is interested

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Laying in bed in your pajamas, you opened snapchat and sent a few snaps to the guys you were talking to. It was nothing serious, just late night sexting sessions. You had taken some good shots of yourself in lingerie when you went shopping with Tara today. They’re gonna love it. 

You waited for their replies — they usually didn't keep you waiting for long.

Ding.

You grinned, excited to see who had replied first. However, your expression quickly soured when you saw your ex-boyfriend's name pop up.

‘’I fucked up.’’ 

In Hortense Tower, Chad had just returned from the showers after a late night run around campus when he saw a notification from you on his phone. Although you were no longer dating, you stayed friends. Thinking it was a dumb picture of his sister or a cute cat you saw today, he opened it immediately. 

It was not a picture of Mindy or a cute cat. Instead, his screen was filled with a photo of yourself in a pink lingerie set. Chad’s cock stiffened under his towel as blood rushed south, getting hot the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Your face was mostly hidden, but he knew it was you. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

Chad: Looking good, but…wrong guy, I’m guessing

Your whole face flushed in embarrassment and you turned off your phone. How were you going to explain this to him? ‘I changed my mind and now I send strangers pictures of me in lingerie?’ Terrible idea.

*

You avoided Chad all morning the next day, mortified about last night. In your two years relationship, you and Chad had never sent nudes to each other. You sexted like any horny teenager, but never sent pictures. You were too scared they would end up online or in someone else’s hands. 

When lunch came around, you saw him walking on campus and walked up to him. Tara had invited the group over for a movie night at her and Sam’s apartment later and you wanted to avoid any awkward tension in the air. Mindy had a knack for being so observant and nosey, she would point it out within minutes.

‘’About last night, I’m really sorry—’’ you began, trying to clear the air.

Chad shook his head, dismissing your apology. ‘’Mistakes happen. Don’t worry about it.’’ 

‘’I meant to send it to other guys, but my finger slipped and I didn’t notice your name was checked before I hit ‘send’,’’ you explained, speaking faster than your brain and not realizing you had said too much.

‘’Just, be careful, okay?’’ he advised, his tone sincere. ‘’I’m not ill-intentioned but you can never know— Wait, you said other guys? As in more than one?’’ 

This was exactly where you didn’t want the conversation to go. You should have bit your tongue…

‘’Just some guys I matched on Tinder. Nothing serious.’’

‘’Serious enough to trust them with your nudes. You know people sell that shit online, right?’’

‘’They’re not nudes—’’ you protested, insisting they weren’t the same thing. 

Besides, you weren’t stupid enough to send any with your full face — in case someone did post them somewhere.

‘’I could see your nipples through that bra!’’ Chad exclaimed, his voice unintentionally loud, causing a few heads to turn in your direction.

Turning the situation around, you decided to tease him. ‘’Good to know you stared at it long enough,’’ you quipped with a mischievous grin.

Chad opened his mouth, but nothing came out. It was his turn to be embarrassed. 

*

Later at Tara’s, you were in the kitchen helping Mindy and Sam with the snacks when your phone received a notification. You pulled it out and saw one of the Tinder guys had sent you a snap. He was blond and had a nice cock, but you ignored him. Instead, you pressed Chad’s name and sent him another photo of you in a green set. 

This time, it wasn’t a mistake. 

You held back a laugh when you heard his choked cough coming from the living room and Tara’s ‘you okay?’. 

After two movies, Anika was asleep on Mindy’s shoulder and Sam was — you assumed — texting some guy, so you all called it a night and went home. Without surprise, Chad offered to accompany you. It’s dark and unsafe for women at night — more so in New York. You didn't protest; his protective nature was one of the things you liked most about Chad. He never let you walk on the side of the sidewalk facing the street and always volunteered to watch your drink at parties. 

As you walked together in the dimly lit streets, Chad finally mustered the courage to bring up the photo — the second one. ‘’Eh, I think your finger slipped again earlier. You…’’ 

‘’No. I sent it to the right person.’’

A mix of surprise and confusion spread on his face. ‘’What?’’

You stopped on the sidewalk and grabbed Chad’s hand, making him stop too. ‘’I think we made a mistake.’’

 He looked down at your hands together, missing the feeling of yours in his. 

‘’We’ve gone through difficult things and a lot of big changes in our lives. We thought breaking up would make going through everything easier, but the truth is, I miss us. ‘’

Chad squeezed your hand back, his deep brown eyes rising to meet yours. ‘’I miss us too.’’ 

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling at the corner. ‘’Are you saying that because you want more lingerie photos of me?’’

A laugh spilled from his lips and he shook his head. ‘’No. That’s just a bonus.’’

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[graneymar]

HII can you do a jealous neymar? Thank you!

#9. NEYMAR: JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

SUMMARY: Neymar is getting jealous because one of his friends seems to like you a little too much

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Oh God, that guy, Gabriel Medina, he’s literally so hot! Have you already met him?", Nessa, my best friend, asked and held up her phone, a picture of Gabriel on her screen. "Yeah, last time we were in Brasil I've met him a few times. He's really nice", I told her as I prepared Neymars favorite salad for him. He would be home from training soon. "I am having the biggest crush on him, literally. Next time you're going to Brasil and get to meet him you gotta take me with you", she insisted, "Why have you never talked about him before? I usually know when you're hanging out with Neys friends." The moment she finished her sentence, my phone lit up. An instagram notification. Speak of the devil and he appears. Gabriel replied to my insta story.

"The weather in Paris looks shit, you better move your ass to São Paulo soon 😏 jk. Tell me when you're here again tho!"

I never really knew how to react to Gabriel acting this way. Was he actually flirting or just trying to be nice and funny? I knew most of Neymars friends and none of them acted like this, at least not around me. I glanced up at Nessa and handed her my phone, "That’s why I prefer not to talk about him - at all." Nessas mouth fell open as she read the message. "Y/N, he obviously laid his eyes on you! Does Ney know about it?" I shook my head from left to right quickly. We were together for nine months now, but I still didn't feel good about talking negatively about one of his closest friends. Plus, Gabriel meant a lot to him, I didn't want to be the reason their friendship would come to an end. "Neymar doesn’t know anything about it and I don't want him to know, at least not yet", I answered her question and heard something drop onto the ground. I slightly turned my head to find Neymar standing in the door frame, his training bag on the floor next to him. His eyes said more than a thousand words. He must’ve heard us. "Hi babe, how was training?", I rapidly put on a fake smile to hide my shock. No reaction from his side. "Uhm, I made you your favorite salad! Are you hungry?" He watched me for a few seconds, my nervousness rising, before he finally spoke up. "I don’t know about what? What is it that you don’t want me to know?" I gulped, my heartbeat skipped a beat. Nessas eyes kept on wandering between us until she decided to get up from her seat. "I'll just leave you two alone", she shyly said, "Have a nice day!" And with that, the front door was closed behind her. Neymar still stood in the door frame, his eyes literally looking right through me, the silence in the room was unbearable. "Are you going to tell me what you’ve been talking about now or do I have to find out another way?", he said, his voice calm yet mad. I bit the side of my cheek, not sure what I was supposed to do. I unlocked my phone and went on instagram in order to show him mine and Gabriels chat, but I got cut off in the middle of doing so. "Seriously? You're going on fucking instagram now?", Neymar raised his angry voice. My body twitched at his tone. I put my phone onto the kitchen counter and pushed it to Neymar, Gabriels message already visible. I followed his eyes reading every word, but I wasn’t able to read his facial expression. He then took my phone and scrolled through the chat, reading about how Gabriel called me beautiful, saying I should come back to São Paulo, sending me songs and a lot of - mostly shirtless - photos of himself. "Block him", he suddenly said. I looked at him in disbelief. "Ney, he’s one of your best friends. Don’t you think it’ll be awkward when I see him again after I blocked him?" He handed me back my phone and looked me straight in the eyes. "Who says you’ll see him again? I won’t let that bastard get near you." I shook my head from left to right, "Don't talk about him like that, he’s still one of the closest people to you."

"You really think I'll act like everything is alright after this son of a bitch tried to get to my woman? He better pray to God I won't see him next time I'm in Brasil. He really thinks he can pull whoever he wants with his sparkly eyes, adorable smile and bodybuilder body. Always acting like Mister Charming and being oh so funny. You can try to pull whoever you want, but not my girl." I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t stop myself from quietly giggling. He looked at me all confused. "What’s so funny?"

"Is someone getting jealous?", I playfully raised my brows at him. "Me? Jealous? Of who?", he replied, trying to deny what was obvious. "I quote: his sparkly eyes, adorable smile, bodybuilder body." Neymar shrugged. "So what? I'm still better. He doesn’t even come close to me." His lips were pouted and his eyes wandered to the ground as he was speaking. "Aw babe", I started, positioning myself right in front of him and wrapping my hands around his neck, "You are the most attractive, truly the most handsome man I've met in my whole life. No one makes me laugh like you do. You make me the happiest and I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend than you." I smiled and kissed his lips gently. His facial expression softened as he placed his hands onto my waist. "Just block him, ok?"

"Your wish is my command", I nodded before pecking his lips once more.

[liightsout]

the blue - part eleven

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✯ summary: an accidental soft launch ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

✯ now playing: dive - holly humberstone✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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mattieryan just posted on their story

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landonorris replied to your story - ok soft launch !!!

adamjames22 replied to your story - I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS LANDO OWES ME A TENNER!

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maxverstappen1 replied to your story - call me right now!!

scottyjames31 - double date when?

gracericciardo - so happy for you Daniel

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mattieryan word on the street is

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adamjames22 i never thought i'd have to suffer through you soft launching a boyfriend like this 😩

↳ mattieryan sorry not sorry

↳ landonorris how single do you feel from 1 to 10 adam? i'm at an 8 😖

↳ adamjames22 defintely a 10 i've had to deal with them at the flat for the last 24 hours 😒

↳ landonorris sending thoughts and prayers to you 🙏🏻

↳ mattieryan ur both annoying. adam we said u could build lego with us and u literally cheered???

↳ adamjames22 i'm bored pls don't take back the invite ☹️

danielricciardo 🤍

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adamjames22 thank you to mattie for letting me crash her date

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mattieryan you're terrible at building lego, how do you have a degree in engineering? i think mclaren hired the wrong guy 🤷🏻‍♀️

↳ adamjames22 why u trying to get me fired? 😳

↳ mclaren no comment 🤐

↳ user1 not mclaren commenting on this post 💀

↳ user2 she won't be laughing when her free ride runs out and she has to pay her own rent lol

user3 this is such a cute date idea!

user4 wait... i'm confused... is this adam soft launching mattie?

↳ user3 nooooo! by the sounds of things mattie was on a date and they let adam join, which is sweet of her!

↳ user4 thanks for clarifying! must be someone they both know if it's not awkward for him to crash their date? 🧐

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danielricciardo first race done and back home to build some lego

mclaren great first race DR3!!! 🧡

landonorris nice photo of you, whoever took it must be really talented 😏

↳ danielricciardo he's a good photographer, alright driver i guess

↳ landonorris ffs

user1 his smile!!!!! he's so pretty

user2 he’s so cute! 🥰

user3 UH GUYS! i don't mean to alarm anyone but didn't adamjames22 post that he was crashing his friend mattie's LEGO date???? 🚨‼️

↳ user2 oh shit you're right 😮

↳ user4 i knew she had to be dating one of them!! not sure how i feel about it being danny though...

user5 do you think they meant to soft launch like this or was it an accident? lol

↳ i wonder what f1paddockgossip thinks of all this? 🤨

f1paddockgossip check out our new post for the latest danny ric content girlies! 🤭

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f1paddockgossip Big news for all the DR3 girlies! Our man is spoken for! If you saw our posts from last week you know there was speculation that the Aussie was dating long time friend of Mclaren engineer adamjames22. Well it appears the rumours are true - Danny Ric is dating mattieryan ! The pair have been soft launching on their private Insta's, but have accidentaly outed themselves via some clumsy posts on Instagram by Ricciardo and James. These photos were sent to us by a source close to the pair. We don't have much info on them as a couple, or on Mattie in general but we'll let you know as and when they do. What are your thoughts?? xoxo

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user1 I can't believe f1paddockgossip was right

user2 the fact that they accidentally soft launched is the funniest thing 💀💀💀

user3 lol what a slut, jumped on the biggest paycheck she saw, would have been Lando if DR hadn't of signed to Mclaren 🤢🤢

user4 they seem so cute together!! the fact that they included Adam in their date so he didn't feel left out is adorable 🥺

user5 THIS. IS. AN. INVASION. OF. PRIVACY !!!!

↳ user3 they literally all posted it on to a public platform? what did they think was going to happen?

↳ user5 i meant - someone sharing photos posted from mattie's private account to gossip sites is an invasion of privacy, and accounts like this speculating on it are even worse !!

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user6 pls why did landonorris like this post 💀💀

↳ landonorris it was an accident 😣

user7 omg guys mattieryan took her account off private !!! 🚨🚨

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mattieryan since you’re all asking

landonorris oh thank god i thought i was going to have to keep this a secret for ages 😅😅

adamjames22 can't believe my best friend is dating an aussie red bull driver and that it isn't mark webber, 14 year old mattie would be so dissapointed in herself

↳ danielricciardo thanks mate 🙄

↳ adamjames22 happy for you guys really

↳ danielricciardo that’s better 😊

danielricciardo 🤍

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user1 i am going to CRY look how happy and smiley he is with her

user2 power move for them to hard launch and her to take her insta off private to stop people sharing stuff without their permission tbh

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maxverstappen1 Kelly and I are so happy for you mate

↳ danielricciardo thanks buddy 🙏🏻

scottyjames31 can't wait to meet her!!

↳ danielricciardo i'm dreading it already 🙃

gracericciardo beautiful girl!

↳ danielricciardo thanks ma 😇

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✯ authors note: this is quite a long social media chapter - hope it's ok and easy to follow!!

next update won’t be for a lil while cus i’m back to work for the next 6 days ☹️☹️

the new dts trailer is living rent free in my brain - CH saying that danny would have been next to max on the grid is like music to my ears - RICBULL 2025!!! ✯

[thesilkbug]

Rooftops and Polaroids

Character: Peter Parker (I had TASM! Peter in mind but can be read for any)

Summary : After a lot of convincing in your boyfriend’s part, you finally accept to model for him, little did you know that the photos he took end up leaving him speechless.

Warnings : None, just you blinding peter with your beauty.

Word count : 377 word.

“C’mon Baby, Just a couple of shots !”

You were standing awkwardly for your boyfriend peter, who was currently on his knees practically begging you for a photo shoot, or at least, that’s what he called it, arguing that the sunset’s light is doing wonders to your beauty.

Well, you were really flattered that he thought so, but you still hesitated nonetheless.

“I don’t know peter, I look like I’ve just been kidnapped by Spider-man!”

You guys were hanging out on a random empty rooftop of an apartment complex, since you Boyfriend thought it was a good idea to swing you around the city as Spider-Man, claiming the day was boring enough when the only crime in town was a random guy robbing a young lady’s purse.

And it was a good idea really, the city looked dazzling from above, but it eventually became too much for you, and you landed on the rooftop to catch your breath and grab some snacks while chatting about your respective day.

“I prefer “saved” by Spider-Man, and you look gorgeous babe, just chill for me yeah ?”

He says, winking at you before taking out his camera and positioning himself to take the best shot.

You let out a small sigh, while smiling at his persistence, and try to think of a pose that will make you look good.

You decide to lean casually against the half-wall, hands in your pockets while directing your vision away from the camera, it’s the safest pose you know, and so you go with it.

He hums in response, and proceeds to take shots of you, smile never fading from his handsome features.

Although, he easily notices your stiffness, and begin searching for ways to calm you down in what feels to be an awkward moment for you.

“I might have you model for me sometimes, I’m sure the Spider-Man pictures I take have nothing on your beauty”

That causes you to laugh out loud, and peter swore the picture he just took wouldn’t look half as stunning as the view he’s witnessing.

You face him again, and throw him a wink while flipping your hair back for show.

“Only if I can take pictures of you too, handsome”

He smirks, holding his thumbs up.

“Deal!”

Heyy !

Here’s a little drabble I made for you guys, it’s the first one I posted here so I really hope you guys liked it! Please tell me what you think in the comments so I can work on it more !

And If you have ideas and requests please don’t hesitate to send them !

Thanks for reading and have a nice day ♡

[heartnanase]

it’s a privilege to be ignorant

Angst cuz i’m silly like that sorry guys basically xinyan threatens to tell childe you like him and you were like no hahah stop then backflip

they/them pronouns used once

“childe asks why you unfollowed him on instagram..” xinyan catches up to you, couldn’t she take the hint? you were walking as fast as you could.. kinda….. you had a feeling she would ask. her and childe are bestfriends, they tell eachother everything. you chuckle to yourself as she glares at you in disgust. what? did his ego get wounded? “cause he sucks.” you mumble. really you only unfollowed him because, you were upset by his teasing when he said he was going to delete the photos of you and him for storage on his phone. lame isn’t.. it… you actually… liked him.

never. in. a. million. years. would you imagine liking childe. it’s pretty simple how you fell for him, when he first gave you advice seriously. it was like seeing a side of him that you never did before. when you went home that night you were circling your room figuring out ways to not fall for someone the thing is, before you fell for childe you already knew he liked someone else. actually you already knew who it was. that’s why you SWORE to yourself you wouldn’t let him find out. xinyan grabbed your phone, “hey stop day dreaming, why do you keep shutting childe out!” you look at her.

“listen xinyan..” you grabbed back your phone as she stops trying to fight for it back after hearing you speak. “everything’s fine i’m fine me and childe are fine.” she didn’t look very convinced, you hated people like this. ones who act like they can see right through you, because xinyan will never understand how you feel. “i won’t leave you alone til you tell me what’s-“ you groan to shut her up. “i like him. i like him okay now can you leave me alone!” she smiles in excitement jumping up and down planning how you should tell him and that she could set you up with him. this was exactly how you thought she’d act. “this is so cute how are you going to confess!” you raised your eye brows as she clings onto you yapping and blabbing oh my goodness “no this was a bad idea let’s just forget about this”

“fine if you won’t tell him i will.” she was about to walk away and you grab her wrists as you stumble on your words. you sigh, “wait! i will! but only because i will never let my feelings be said from someone other than me.” you walked away from her as you tried to find childe, and when you did you gulped. you guys were already on awkward terms and now it’s going to be even worse. you tapped on his shoulder “i like you” he pretended not to hear you and turned around and offered you a dumpling, it broke your heart. “are you seriously going to ignore what i said you did everything to not tear up. “i-i just don’t know what to say look i’m sorry i’m not ready for a relationship.. maybe in the future?” bullshit bullshit bullshit. you already knew he wouldn’t like you in the future he’s just being nice. you already knew what he was going to say, you already knew he was going to reject you. but it still hurts.

for months your bestfriend has been telling you to get revenge on xinyan for driving you confess, but if you did get revenge. you would’ve been the reason he doesn’t have a bestfriend anymore. so you never told childe about it, how you never actually wanted to confess. well you and childe haven’t spoken since. usually you just send him glares and insult him when he tries to make conversation. you were only doing this so he’d think you hate him and so that maybe he can hate you too, it’s beneficial to him. the more you pretend to hate him, the faster he hates you then forgets about you.

a year later and you can’t forget about how you ended. it wasn’t easy for you, it was eating you alive when you saw childe. you turned your back to a wall and listened on him, you overheard him saying “i just don’t get how you could let go of someone close to you so easily? it took me 3 months to get over it and it took them a day.” you smile as you look down because you were still deep into it a year later, and the thing is you cant even blame him for being angry about it because he doesn’t know that you risked your reputation all so he doesn’t think you care. does he know people have been staring at you like a heartless creature?

at the same time you’re happy because, at least he got over it. there was nothing in this world that you wanted more was to be selfish, to tell him everything you’ve been dying to admit. but if he found out the truth he’d feel guilty. so you stayed silent. it’s better this way anyways, he’s happy.. he’s moved on. and you’re…. yk. you.

i love xinyan

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

Conversations with a Movie Star

Chapter 2- Free WiFi

Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

Word Count- 2.1K-ish

Warnings- none really that I'm aware of? some foul language, some awkward conversation....mostly this chapter is just fluff & filler 🤷🏻‍♀️

Author's Note- big thanks to @wildemaven for putting up with me sending her chunks of this and asking if it's okay, lol, and to @trulybetty for all the baby hippos 🦛

Movement on the security monitor for the outer office catches Dieter's eye and he peels himself off the couch to get a closer look, mentally preparing himself to deal with a current guest or a new one.

What he's not prepared for is that cute reporter woman- Ava, he knows her name is Ava- to be behind the reservation desk apparently rifling through all the motel's paperwork.

It's not the first time she's been by the office, ringing the bell for assistance and then impatiently waiting for a few minutes before huffing off. If she'd ever noticed the camera in the corner, Dieter wouldn't have been at all surprised if she'd flipped it off before she left.

And Dieter's been hiding. Avoiding her. But this, this invasion of his privacy, is the last straw and he's about to fling open the inner office door and march out there and give her a piece of his mind when he realizes he's wearing the exact same thing he was wearing the last time he saw her and he refuses to let her think she's right about him- he has taken a shower in the last two days, thank you very much.

He shrugs off his robe and leaves it where it falls, grabbing a tee off the back of the couch and giving it a quick sniff before pulling it over his head and then searching for a pair of pants. All he finds are striped pajama bottoms but whatever, it's still a different outfit. And a mostly clean one at that.

He gives his hair a quick tousle - chicks seem to love that messy look- and there's not much he can do about his blood shot eyes on such short notice, but that's what his trusty Ray-Bans are for.

He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, gets his game face on and then he flings open the door.

Dieter's amused when Ava jumps at the sound of the door flying open and he can feel a smirk starting to inch itself across his face, one that quickly changes to a look of annoyance when she spins to face him and doesn't even have the decency to look guilty about being caught.

"Finally!" Ava exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them fall back down to her sides. "Have you just been hiding back there every time I've stopped by? You have, haven't you? Whatever, you're here now. Can you help me?"

"With your snooping?" Dieter snorts. "Not likely. What are you hoping to find? Tax records? STD test results? Love letters? Compromising photos?"

Now she just looks confused, head tilted and hands on her hips and Dieter's even more annoyed because here she is, busted rifling through his personal property and she really shouldn't look so fucking adorable. Looking at her big wide eyes makes him feel like he should apologize and he's not even the one in the wrong.

"Okay one, I'm not snooping. And two, I really wouldn't expect you to keep anything that sensitive somewhere so easily accessible to the public? And as glad as I am to know you get tested regularly, I'm really just trying--"

"To find what? What do you think you can sell to the highest bidder and make a quick buck or two off of? I swear all you people are the fucking same, just because some one is a goddamn celebrity doesn't mean they're not entitled to their fucking privacy and you just come in here--"

"Hey! Dumb Bunny!!" Ava yells, cutting off his tirade just when he was really getting warmed up to the subject. "I'm just looking for the password for the WiFi! It's not in my room anywhere and I need to do some work. Also, I'm not a gossip columnist. If I was gonna tell your secret, TMZ would've been here already."

"Oh. trashpanda75." Dieter answers automatically. That was not at all what he was expecting. "All one word, lowercase letters."

"Thank you," Ava nods. "It's been fun but let's not do this again, okay? And maybe consider hiring some front desk help, you could avoid future mishaps like this one where you falsely accuse your guests of spying on you."

She leaves the office with a wave and Dieter scrambles to follow her.

"Wait, Ava, wait- Dumb Bunny? What the fuck?"

"I gotta call you something," she shrugs. "And apparently we're pretending you aren't who you are so your name isn't an option. Same initials. I'll call you DB for short."

Well. He's been called worse things.

"Sorry about earlier. The WiFi works best from the office. Come by anytime. I have beer & I'll order pizza? -DB"

Ava pulls the note off the door and taps it against her lips as she lets herself into her room and ponders this turn of events. She wasn't expecting an apology. She was snooping a bit, not that she found anything interesting and she did feel a little guilty about lying to him, but is it really a lie if she's not planning on calling TMZ? The plan is to be long gone before she ever even publishes the first word about him.

The reporter in her is screaming for her to take any opportunity to find out more about him and how he ended up here, but the woman- the girl, really- who used to have a crush on him is a little more hesitant. Never meet your heroes and all that. And she's already met him. And she's not sure how she feels about it.

She digs her phone out of her back pocket and flops down on the bed, pulling up her brother's number. She needs the other half of her brain to figure this out.

"What now, Ava?" Drew says instead of hello and Ava smiles, her brother is a gem for putting up with her and she loves him so much for it.

"I've been invited to go hang out with the super famous, and still ridiculously cute, boy I had a crush on in highschool. Should I go?"

"We both already know you're going, so what do you want from me?"

"Do I look okay?" Ava holds her phone up and angled down so her brother can get a look at her outfit and Drew rolls his eyes.

"That's not much of an outfit. Do those shorts even cover your ass?"

"Mostly? Just stop being such a dad and tell me if I'm cute?"

"Why don't you have any female friends? Then you could bother them with this type of shit?"

"Because I was born with a built-in bestie. Not my fault you're a dumb boy. But back to me...."

"Ava, do you even know what you're doing here? Please do not sleep with a washed up movie star for the sake of a story."

"I didn't say I was going to sleep with him. I said I'm going to hang out. Apparently there will be pizza and beer."

"Then why does it matter if you're cute?"

"Ugh. You're right. I need a female. Where's Emma?"

"Soccer practice with the twins, then she has to pick up Harry at ballet."

"Then you'll have to do."

"Fine," Drew sighs. "Change the shorts, leave something to the imagination. And for God's sake, put on a bra!"

"I will do one of those things," Ava laughs. "Thanks bro, you're the best!! Smooches to everyone!"

Ava takes in the scene in front of her and holds in a laugh. Dieter Bravo. With a vacuum cleaner. Haphazard tracks in the carpet show he's missed just about as much of the room as he's cleaned but it's cute that he's making an effort. He's changed since she saw him this morning too. Just shorts and a worn faded tee but it's the first time she's seen him in something fit for the public.

She slips her phone from her pocket and snaps a quick picture and the movement must catch his eye because he cuts the machine off and grins at her.

"You know that's not actually a stain remover, right?" Ava asks, pointing from the vacuum to the spot on the carpet he'd been going over repeatedly when she'd arrived. "You need a shampooer. Completely different. There's probably one around here somewhere though."

"Yeah, probably. Maintenance room. I wouldn't know how to use it. Which is weird because I used to help out around here when I was a kid, you know? Earn my allowance or whatever," Dieter babbles. Is he really talking about vacuums and allowance? What the hell is wrong with him?

"Wait, you're like actually from here? Somehow that tidbit never made it in TeenBeat," Ava smiles. "We vacationed here a lot when we were younger. I used to think it would be so cool to live at the beach year round. Did you like it?"

"The beach? Yeah, mostly. The motel? Not particularly. But my grandparents owned it so I uh, I spent a lot of time here growing up," Dieter shrugs as he starts winding up the cord to the vacuum. No way is he getting into his whole shitty childhood story with her. "You said you have some work to do?"

Ava blinks at the abrupt subject change and takes a step back from the doorway to the inner office. Maybe she misread the whole situation? Hell, maybe his dumb ass left the note on the wrong damn door and she shouldn't even be here.

"Oh. Yeah. Job hunting really. But it kinda seems like I'm bothering you? So I can just sit out here?" Ava gestures behind herself to the reservation desk. "Give me like half an hour and I'll get out of your hair."

"I know you really don't have the room for like a business center or anything, but if you got the continental breakfast going again," Ava continues talking even as she turns away from the office and drops her messenger bag on the reservation desk. "Put in some two top tables, it would give people the option to get some work done. Or not. I mean, probably not the clientele you're catering to. What do I know?"

"You're not bothering me and what do you mean get the continental breakfast going again? That's still a thing, right? I mean, that was a thing Anika did. I think?"

"Anika? That was the blonde?"

"Yeah," Dieter nods. "She was doing all the day-to-day stuff. Or all the stuff really, I was just, you know, signing the checks."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but there's like four rotten bananas and half a blueberry muffin over there, no one's eating that shit."

"I have no idea what I'm doing," Dieter mutters, dragging a chair out of the back office and sitting down next to her at the desk.

"I've noticed. I can help. While I'm here. If you want," Ava shrugs. "I've never worked at a motel, but I've stayed at plenty."

"What's in it for you?"

"You comp the rest of my stay?" Ava grins. "And I think you mentioned pizza? That's a good start."

[stoopid-turtle]

Consuming Candies Pt. 1: GG and DD are le Gay

Everything is fake. I make up stuff for fun. Do not believe a word of it.

Intro post for this series

I'm a nerd so I feel I need to asterisk just about anything. Basically, this is my list of moments/candies that cemented for me a few things: 1) DD is hella gay; 2) GG is some flavor of gay; 3) that GGDD definitely had a thing around the time of the TU filming; 4) that they're still together.

1 and 2 are needed to establish 3 and, unless you go for a very different timeline than other turtles, 3 is needed to establish 4.

Such. A. Nerd.

I divided this up into 2 posts because I'm incredibly long-winded.

So, #1: DD is incredibly incredibly gay. There is no doubt in my mind. Here's why, in order with the most convincing moments first. Once I accepted these, the following points were easier to wrap my head around.

a) DD checked out another guy's ass at the Tencent Awards Night and exclaimed "Handsome" to his co-star.

Just what it says on the tin. I've watched these 5 seconds over and over, and I can't wrap my head around any other explanation. The man passes by, DD's eyes clearly sweep down, then he says "Shuai!" I'm usually skeptical of lip-readings, but this is unmistakable.

I put this as the most convincing for me because it's not a bts, there's no need for fanservice, it's an official stream of a video and there is literally no other way to interpret this. It's incredibly blatant. He's into men (and, notably, his co-star in LoF is clearly in the know since he makes the comment to her).

(Honestly, it makes me a little uncomfortable, because I've noticed DD has started covering his mouth when speaking to companions at public events, presumably so that fans can't try to read his lips. I'm sure he did not expect that ass-ogle to be noticed by anyone)

b) "I'm not talking about WWX, I'm talking about XZ." I discussed this in my turtle origin story, but this moment in the bts really knocked me over the head with that fact that DD was outright hitting on XZ. There was no way to interpret this as them joking around with the fact that their characters were in a BL relationship (a la the director referring to them as "lovebirds" or someone on the crew calling xz DD's "wife"). DD straight up flirts with GG. Gets turned down because the phrase he used was taken the wrong way. Then calls him "beautiful" (or "fairy-like"). When GG rejects this as not fitting WWX, DD just clarifies that he's talking about XZ not WWX. (Which, wow, what a line. DD is bold)

There's no het explanation for that moment, unless you want to posit that there was an intentional fabrication of fanservice (I address that issue elsewhere).

Add this on top of DD's other comments to XZ, calling him "erotic", asking for kisses, asking for him to sleep with him, declaring his love. A lot of this is joking around, but there's a safety in joking around when you're flirting with someone you like. You can retreat to the joke if they don't like it.

But this moment isn't even a joke. It's sincere. DD's flirting the fuck with GG.

It's not even hard to believe coming off a). DD is clearly into men. GG is very charismatic and seems to attract the attention of just about everybody who meets him (I get serious There's Something about Mary vibes from him sometimes in how people talk about him) (I am old. My references are old). Is it so hard to think that DD would shoot his shot?

He's on a cast with the guy, playing the love interest. They get along incredibly well. DD has a pretty high opinion of himself, to say the least. I'm not at all surprised he'd make a go for it.

There are several moments in the bts where GG teases DD for sending memes of himself (only the handsome ones) or sending (again, handsome) selfies of himself. It is funny, but it also strikes me as someone trying to get some reaction from his crush. It feels a little awkward to have GG openly teasing him about it but DD gets his revenge by showing off the pouty photo of GG, so he clearly managed to deal with it. (And GG clearly agrees that DD is handsome, so DD's text campaign worked)

c) The Nike rainbow shoes and ice cream.

Honestly, I wouldn't have this on here except for this post by potteresque-ire here on tumblr. Within the context in China at the time, and with the response DD received from his fans, it's clear that the rainbow Nikes + Ben & Jerry's were meaningful to DD. It's a shame that the political situation with Nike later required him to fall in line with the CCP and remove it, but I trust potteresque on the context that this post was a Big Deal.

d) His involvement with TU.

I've heard mixed things about the expectations for TU at the time of casting. The landscape for BL was rocky and the production company was unproven, but it was recognized that MDZS was a huge IP and so there was a chance that it could be a gigantic hit. There was also an equal risk that it would completely flop or not be allowed to air. Still, there's a fantastic interview with the non-GGDD cast of TU where the interviewer asks them if they knew that TU was going to be so big. There's a moment of awkward silence until somebody (I think WZC) just says, "No."

My understanding is that WYB was the biggest star they got on the cast. He had other opportunities, no doubt some that were more promising and that didn't result in him losing the support of his homophobic fans. But DD put his hat in the ring anyway.

Why? Maybe he wanted to roll those dice to see if he could sign on to something that would be huge. But he's also gay, and there's every possibility that he just wanted to act in a gay romance.

(This is putting aside some of the speculation that DD and GG knew each other or were even dating prior to casting.)

I bet he saw it as a rare opportunity to play a (censored) gay character, and he was willing to lose fans to do so (much like with the Nike post). DD is bold.

I go into this more when I talk about GG.

(Also, I don't know if he specifically went in for the LWJ role or if, like literally everybody else on that cast, he was trying to get the role of Xue Yang (srsly, what's up with this???), or if he just kept his options open)

e) He has no interest in women.

Just because a guy likes men doesn't mean he also doesn't like women. Except with DD, he seems to have 0 interest in women. At first, I could chalk this up to him being shy, not having much experience around girls, etc. But after a certain point, his clear disinterest has to be taken in consideration with his overt flirtiness and enthusiasm about men.

Basically, he doesn't have a problem with women. They're just not his focus in life or love. He doesn't light up around women. He lights up around men. I know this is real subjective, and that displeases my nerd heart, so the other points matter too, but this is really the heart of things. DD isn't interested in women.

Add onto this some implications he's made that he is...um...not sexually frigid (I tried to find this clip and was unsuccessful. Ah well.) and...well, you can't be shy with women and still be a horndog Leo if you're straight. That horndog energy is being directed somewhere else.

In sum, DD is just really, really gay. Don't hit me with those, "But his hobbies are so dudely" nonsense. Go meet some actual gay guys, list out their hobbies, then get back to me. DD. Is. Gay. Full stop.

#2. GG is some flavor of gay.

GG's always the more puzzling one. DD is so...loud and unapologetic. GG plays close to the vest.

I'm struck by some screenshots I saw of his university peers gossiping about him back in those days. People explicitly said he wasn't gay, so if GG was out back then, he was only out to a few people.

He came from a traditional family, and I get the vibe he was incredibly nervous at the idea of entering a gay relationship. I doubt he "didn't realize" he was gay until he met DD, because I think even the scaredest, most closeted person knows on some level that they're gay. But I think GG might have been set to remain in the closet for the long-haul.

There's an interview of GG done while filming where he's asked about DD (he smiles real big and it's really sweet). He gives the usual response of DD being slow to warm up to people, but when he's asked about his current impression, he exclaims that DD is "a lunatic" (I laugh every time I watch that). Then he comments that DD isn't scared to be "unconventional".

I can't say for certain, but it feels like it's in part a reference to DD being more bold with his sexual orientation. GG keeps things more buttoned up and close to his chest, but he clearly finds DD's lunacy appealing as he signed onto it.

Honestly, GG is hard for me to get a read on. When I see DD outside of the UT bts, I can see the continuity in his personality. I mean, yeah, everything's turned up to 11 in the UT bts because he's clearly infatuated with GG. But he's still a gremlin outside of the bts, just in a more subdued and less targeted way.

With GG, I struggle sometimes to see the continuity between his personality in the bts and his personality outside it (the wig doesn't help with this. it makes him look like a different person). Granted, I haven't delved into his solo work near as much as I have for DD (and, notably, he doesn't seem to do as much unscripted stuff as DD), but he strikes me as a person who is very adept at code-switching depending on the situation. DD is DD is DD, 24/7. GG is more adaptive to his surroundings.

I imagine that's one of the things that drew GG to DD (beyond the massive flirt-campaign...I mean, who could resist DD when he's going so freaking hard for it?).

Do I think GG's attracted to women? Honestly, not sure. I've not seen enough of his interactions with women or his history with women to say (I've spent way more time with DD outside of TU than GG). But I'm pretty sure he's attracted to men for these reasons:

a) His ideal life painting.

Put aside all the other interpretations people have for that. Just the fact that his ideal life included one (1) other person and that that person is a man is significant.

Admittedly, I don't know the background of the painting. It was used in an ad campaign, and if you watch the full video that showed the painting, the cat and bike elements are shown as inspired by stuff GG saw in a walk. I'm not sure how much creative control he had over the whole thing, and I've not been able to find anything in English about it.

But assuming that he had the freedom to paint his genuine ideal life, or at least enough of it to be the one to choose having a man in there (and why would the hotel specifically ask for a male companion in the painting?), then there's no het explanation for that. GG's ideal life is to be at the beach with his cat and another man.

b) When he wore Pride shoes to an interview.

Not just something that incidentally had a rainbow pattern. Straight-up Pride merch.

IME, allies don't wear Pride merch. Any ally I know who wears Pride merch will eventually come out as LGBT+ at some point. If you wear Pride merch, you're gay. (That's the rule)

Okay, more seriously. I grew up in the grimmer days of the 90s and 00s in US South, before rainbow-washing was profitable and before most studios felt comfortable showing even the slightest amount of gay relationships. Back when wearing a rainbow was a serious statement that would attract notice and might get you beat up (I had multiple friends who were physically attacked. I avoided it bc I am a trickster a bisexual and therefore invisible). Back then, the only people who wore Pride merch were actually gay. I can't think of any exceptions.

Later, as the situation for LGBT+ folks improved in the US (let's put aside the anxiety of the current anti-trans wave), I have seen a couple self-identified allies who wear Pride merch. But in every case, that ally eventually came out as gay. The "ally" label was a useful stopping place in their comfort with being openly gay.

Things may be different in China. I think in some ways, it probably resembles the way things were when I grew up--before gay marriage was legal and when the majority of people expressed disgust with gay people. On the other hand, the homophobia of the US has a strong religious element that doesn't seem to be present in China.

But all that regardless, wearing Pride merch is meaningful. Even now in the US, when rainbows are everywhere. It's definitely meaningful in China, where same-sex relationships are censored in the media.

c) I've discussed DD's overt flirting already, but another part of that "I'm not talking about WWX, I'm talking about XZ" video that struck me was GG's response.

He smiles, crinkles his nose, and shyly looks down. This is such a classic "I'm being flirted with and I'm into it" response (shy-person flavor). No straight guy would react to DD flirting with him like that. That reaction only makes sense if XZ is into being flirted with by men, DD in this case.

d) The BDSM conversation in the cave, complete with GG making an obscene, um, tongue gesture.

I'm trying my best to picture this as a conversation between 2 straight guys, and I'm failing here. The whole conversation is gay. Add in the literal tongue in cheek and it's incredibly flirty and suggestive. Like with C, GG's responses are just...not straight. They only make sense in a flirty context, and not one that's playing with them acting as Wangxian.

e) His involvement in TU.

This follows what I wrote for DD above. XZ was not as big a name as DD was at the time, so he was a relative unknown trying out for a role (for Xue Yang's role, specifically) on a show that may never air.

GG likely didn't have as many options open to him as DD at that time, so you could try to argue that he was just trying out for as many roles as he could.

But honestly, I think anybody who signed onto TU has higher than average odds of being LGBTQ+ themselves. Think about it. If you're queer and in the industry, you have few to no opportunities to play a role that reflects your relationships. You have few opportunities to work on a set that is overtly okay with same-sex relationships (at least, of the fictional variety).

You hear that a BL novel is being adapted and while you know BL novels are mainly for straight women, it's still gonna be a gay romance. Maybe your only chance at being involved in filming a gay romance. Of course you're going to want to be in on that.

Being in the closet sucks. Not being able to be yourself fully sucks. Back when I was a gay teen in the 90s-00s, I would just look up photos of girls kissing online (not porn. just kissing) just because I never saw that and it fed something inside of me that was missing. A part of me that was never reflected back at me. I ached for more lesbian relationships in TV and books, and I watched so many shitty movies/tv shows just because there were lesbians in it.

The media landscape is much better now here in the US, but when I think about how queer folk in the industry in China might feel, I think back to myself as a younger queer lady bursting at the seams to immerse myself in a world that actually had a space carved for me.

So yeah, being on the UT, in of itself, is a signal to me. It doesn't mean that everybody involved with it was gay. But I do think that it means that the odds of any particular person being gay is higher than in a non-BL production.

Admittedly, there's no way to prove this, and who knows? Maybe gay men would be less likely to want to work on a BL production because of the strained relationship between gay men and the boy-love genre. But I kinda doubt that because when your relationships are censored, you'll latch onto anything you can get that even resembles them. I watched countless anime made for horny fanboys because they had lesbians in them. I watched, literally, anything, no matter who created it. I know other gay girls who watched lesbian porn of the type made by and for straight men because they just wanted to see their own desires reflected at them, even if the reflection was a little wonky.

And that's just with watching media. Signing up to act in a project means you also get to connect with other people who are hypothetically okay with gay relationships. Who might even be gay, themselves. Fuck yeah, you're gonna leap on that.

So, yeah. This point is the last for both DD and GG but it's important because it establishes how I think about the production of TU. If the set had more gay cast/crew given the subject matter of the show, is it really so far-fetched that some people would hook up? Or start a relationship?

Once I convinced myself that GG and DD are some flavor of gay, the rest wasn't hard to buy into at all. But that's for the next post. :)

I am a clown and everything I say is fake. Don't buy into it.

Next Post: Consuming Candies Pt 2: DD ❤️ GG and GG ❤️ DD

[arlana-likes-to-write]

I Hate Myself By Florence Pugh

Summary: Loosely based on a song in Florence Pugh’s new movie A Good Person. You are struggling with grief and guilt of your fiancé. Life seems to be going down hill when a blonde Russian forced her way into your life. 

Warning: This story contains some heavy and possibly triggering themes. Heavy drinking, addiction of opioids, attempted suicide, guilt, grief, mention of death, overdose

Word Count: 2.9k 

It’s crazy how life could change in an instant. A month ago you were planning your wedding. You were trying on wedding dresses, tasting cakes, and designing wedding invitations. A month ago you were celebrating with friends and brainstorming destinations for your honeymoon, and you decided on Japan. A month ago you were happy. But a car accident caused by a truck driver falling asleep at the wheel took your happiness. You were driving. You woke up from a two-week comma and your fiance never woke up. Her family never blamed you like you expected them to. No, they did the opposite and kept being there for you. They brought you to doctor appointments and helped pay for medical bills when they were grieving the loss of their daughter. But the guilt and the grief became too much and you did what you used to do before meeting Courtney, you ran. You left South Carolina and moved to New York City. Her family tried to call you and you’d send them a text to confirm you were alive. You were, barely, surviving on cheap pizza, buzz, and prescription medication. 

It was lightly raining on your nightly walk around the neighborhood. You weren’t wearing a jacket, only a T-Shirt and sweatpants. The rain didn’t bother you. You loved it. On some days, Courtney would drag you off the couch into the backyard to dance in the rain. You missed her. You missed her so fucking much. You wondered if this pain was ever going to go away. Would the weight feel lighter to heavy? When would it hurt less to breathe? 

You felt someone grab your arm and drag you into a nearby alley. You were so startled you didn’t even scream as you were pushed up against the brick wall. You stared at the girl in front of you. She was blonde, with striking green eyes, and she was a little shorter than you. But you didn’t miss the gun in her hand. “Do you have a death wish?” You asked. Was she Russian? 

“Maybe,” you said. She lowered the gun. “Well, I mean we all die one die right,” you chuckled nervously. She put the gun on her hip and let you go. “I made this extremely awkward. Look if you are going to kill me, can you get it over with?” You had to admit it wasn’t how you thought you’d go out. Would you see Courtney? She pulled back her hood and her blonde hair was braided. 

“Do you live close?” She asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” you said. “Most girls take me to dinner first before I show them where I live,” you joked. She didn’t laugh. “Right, this way.” In hindsight, it wasn’t the best idea to show a mysterious blonde in your apartment that was just holding a gun but life worked in weird ways. The rain picked up and by the time you unlocked your apartment door, you were drenched. You toed your sneakers off and walked into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home,” you said, over your shoulder. You heard the door close and lock as you grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured your guest a drink. She was looking around your apartment. It had the bare minimum, no photos or decorations, all that was left in South Carolina.

“You live alone?” She asked. 

“Yup,” you said, taking the bottle to the couch and laying down, not caring about your wet clothes. You took a generous sip, liking the way it burned down your throat. Your guest walked softly, you barely heard her walking over to the drink and then to the couch. You stared up at her. “Want more?” Offering the bottle. 

“Stay off the streets for the next few nights,” she said. “It’s dangerous.” 

“Whatever you say,” you turned on the TV. She spared you one more glance at you before exiting your apartment. “Odd,” you mumbled, taking another sip from the bottle. You hoped that would be the last you saw of the Russian. 

*

However, life had other plans for you. Every time you left your apartment you saw the blonde. At the corner store. The pizza place. The shitty dive bar you worked at. But it was brief because when you looked away and back again she was gone. It wasn’t until Friday night, 5 days after your meeting with her did you see her again and this time when you looked at her she didn’t disappear. You had the night off. So, you were sitting on the couch, wearing only a sports bra and sweatpants. You were high, drinking beer and eating pizza with Criminal Minds on the TV. You were high. It was a glorious feeling because you felt floaty and free. You heard the handle of your apartment jiggly and when it opened you were staring at the blonde. “I should call the cops,” you told her. 

“You won’t,” she closed the door. “Not when you are high on oxycodone,”

“Vodka is on the top shelf,” you opened the beer bottle and faced the TV. 

“I know it is,” you heard her move around your kitchen. “Do you not have food?” She asked. 

“Pizza is food,” she huffed, mumbling something under her breath that you couldn’t make out. She sat down next to you with a Gatorade and a protein bar. 

“Drink this,” you looked at the blonde down to the drink then back at her. You didn’t like being told what to do, especially by a stranger. You took a sip of the beer instead.

“You’ve been stalking me,” she took a slice of pizza. 

“No,” she said. “Just watching.” You chuckled. 

“Yeah, that makes it sound better,” you sat back on the couch and focused on the episode. You felt her eyes on you, mapping out the scars from the accident. You would have them covered but sometimes clothes irritated your skin. Walking around in a bra was easier plus you never had anyone over. “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you mumbled. 

“Thanks for the pizza,” she said, standing up.

“Yeah, no problem. Let me know when you're gonna stop by and I’ll have dinner ready for you,” the blonde opened and closed the door. “What a freak.” 

The next morning you found a bag of groceries at your door.    

*

Some days were better than others. You could make it throughout the day without your hands shaking and wondering when you were going to get high next. On days like that, the weight on your chest felt manageable. Those days were few and far between. Lately, the guilt was becoming heavier and the nightmares invaded your mind. It was harder and harder to stay sober and leave your bed. The bar fired you but you didn’t care. You had no energy. But like clockwork each week there were groceries at your door. It’s been a few months since you’ve seen the Russian. You tried not to think about her but it was impossible. It was annoying. Why did she care? 

*

You were drunk. Music blaring in your apartment and you were dancing around when the door opened. There she was. “My favorite Russian,” you ran over to her and put your arms around her. She caught you, stumbling slightly which caused the door to close. You rested your head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath in. “Mhmm. You smell good,” Whatever perfume she was wearing had an earthy scent to it like the smell after it rained. You leaned into her more. 

“Are you hanging out with more Russians?” She chuckled, stepping back from you slightly but she kept her hands on your hips. You giggled. 

“No, silly. You are the only one but still my favorite.” 

“Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll go get you water?” She went to move away from you but you stopped her. 

“I don’t want water. I want to dance with you,” you pulled her into the space between your living room and kitchen. 

“No dancing. You need to go sit down,” you scuffed, rolling your eyes. 

“You're no fun,” you mumbled, stumbling into the kitchen. “Aren’t Russians supposed to be big partiers?” You twisted off the cap of the bottle and took a large sip of vodka. 

“I think you’ve had enough of that,” she took the bottle from you. 

“I don’t like you telling me what to do,” you pulled the bottle back but she was stronger than you. “Whatever,” you let her have the bottle and open your cabinet. But she came around and closed it. “You are starting to piss me off.”

“What else have you taken?” She asked. Your jaw clenched. 

“Nothing,” you walked over to your fridge to pull out a beer. 

“So you haven’t taken hydro or morphine today?” She was pulling out the bill bottles. You took a hydro this morning. You woke up screaming from a nightmare. What were you supposed to do? “Courtney wouldn’t want this.” Your blood went cold. 

“What-what did you say?” She rolled her eyes. 

“Did you think I wouldn’t research who you are?” She asked, facing you. “You and your fiance Courtney Smith were in a car accident caused by a truck driver 4 months ago.”

“Shut up,” you said. 

“You woke up from a coma but she never did,” she continued. You wanted her to stop talking. “After the funeral, you packed everything up and ran to New York. You found employment at a local dive bar and spent your free time downing yourself in alcohol and prescription medication,” An anger was building inside of you, blinding you. How dare this stranger walk into your life and feel as if she had your whole life figured out? “Courtney wouldn’t want your life to be like this.”

“Stop saying her name as if you knew her because you didn’t,” you snapped. “You wouldn’t know what she would want,” you squeezed the beer bottle, afraid the glass would shatter in your hands. “I think you need to leave.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Get out of my fucking apartment before I call the cops and have them arrest you for stalking and harassment,” she didn’t move. “Leave me the fuck alone,” you threw the bottle at her. She barely dogged it and the bottle shattered on the cabinet. You took off towards your bedroom, slamming the door closed, and locking it. You slide down the door and brought your knees to your chest as the blonde banged on the door pleading with you to let her in. But you couldn’t face her when somewhere deep inside of you believed everything she said. You crawled over to your nightstand, the banging becoming a distant memory and pulled out a polaroid picture. It was of you and Courtney on your third date. She took you camping in the Adirondacks. You didn’t have any photos of her as you left all of them in South Carolina. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “It should have been me,” you kept repeating as you pulled out a pile bottle and uncapped it. You swallowed the few pills dry. You fell to your side and cried, holding the picture to your chest. 

*

You woke up in a bed and room you didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a hospital but you were attached to an IV drip. You were wearing a sweatshirt that wasn’t yours but it smelt like the blonde. You took the IV out of your arm and swung your legs over to the side. Your legs were shaky and it took you a minute to feel confident to stand up. On socked feet, you walked to the door and opened it. You were in a house and it was quiet as you walked down the hallway into a living room. You should have tried to find a way to get out but your eyes were glued to a piano. It was a beautiful, white Steinway model. You sat down on the bench and opened it. The keys were cold underneath your fingers but there wasn’t any dust on them. It was well taken care of. You couldn’t remember the last time you sat at a piano, it felt like a lifetime ago. You began to play, afraid you wouldn’t be able to but it was like riding a bike. It came back to you without much thought. 

“I woke up today, at least that much is true,” you sang. Your throat was raw and it hurt but you kept going. “I saw what people see, what a year this made of me? I tried a hundred times but each time I thought of you,” you closed your eyes. You saw yourself sitting at the piano playing while Courtney sat on the couch studying. “I hate myself. I hate myself. I fucking hate myself.” She supported you in your dreams of wanting to be a singer-songwriter. 

“And I want days of pain. Oh, to feel the things I need.To pay off this shame. And I know that makes me broken. I know that makes me weak. I guess I'll put my armor back on now,” you asked her instead of doing a first dance if you could write her a song and play it. To your surprise, she said yes but she made you promise you would dance with her at some point. You promised her. You would have done anything for her if she asked.

“I found a way but I turned around. One step to start but I’d rather fall. Too much of a coward to say, ‘I’m wrong.’ Too much of a coward to admit I need help me, please.” When you opened your eyes, the blonde was leaning against the wall. She was wearing a sweatshirt with SHIELD written on it. It was so different from the clothes she wore when she was at your apartment. You ended the song. 

“That was beautiful,” you felt the tip of your lips turn into a smile. 

“Thanks,” you ran your hands across the keys. “It’s been a while since I sat down and played.” She nodded, pushed off the wall, and sat next to you on the bench. “What happened?” You asked.

“You overdosed,” she played A-C#-E on the piano. You copied her. “You’ve been out for 7 days. 

“Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?” She played C-E-G and you did the same. 

“Hospitals ask too many questions,” she smiled. “I figured you wouldn’t have to deal with questions. Your safe here,” she added. “An old friend owns this house.” You nodded, and you played E-G#-B. She tried to copy it but her last note was off. You smiled, placed your hand on top of hers, and arranged her fingers to the correct keys. It reminded you of when you tried to teach Courtney when she had free time. 

“I tried to teach Courtney how to play,” you told her. “She wasn’t very musically inclined. Her head was filled with math and science. She was in medical school when she died,” she didn’t respond but you knew she was listening. “You were right. She wouldn’t be happy with me.” The blonde sighed. 

“I should have handled that differently. For that, I’m sorry.” You played F-A-C and she copied it perfectly. 

“Why do you care?” You asked. “I’ve tried to rack my brain around it. You don’t know me.”

“Do you know who I am?” She asked. You looked at it. She didn’t look familiar. You shook your head. “My name is Yelena. My sister was Natasha Romanoff.” You knew the name. Even in your small town, you knew who the Avengers were. 

“You're an Avenger,” she nodded. “What does that have to do with me?” She sighed, playing G-B-D but you didn’t play it back.

“The truck that caused the accident didn’t fall asleep. He was murdered,” your stomach dropped. You could hear your heart pound in your ears. You had a vague memory of overhearing Courtney’s brother, who was also a truck driver, said he thought it was odd that a truck driver with that much experience would fall asleep at the wheel. 

“Did you-?”

“No,” she said. “No, but I was responsible for trying to stop the group. I was too late,” it clicked. She blamed herself for what happened to Courtney and in turn what your life became. You wanted to ask more but you sensed she didn’t want to give the specifics. “I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t to blame for her death,” she didn’t look convinced. “Did you stop them from hurting other people?” She nodded. “Good, that’s all it matters.” Yelena seemed lost in thought so you continued to play to fill the silence. 

“Her parents miss you,” she said, causing you to stop mid-song. “They called and I told them you weren’t feeling well and that you’ll call when you are better.” 

“I don’t want them to see me like this,” your hand shook. “My parents weren’t supportive of my relationship with Courtney or my career choice. They looked after me even after the accident. I-” she placed her hand on top of yours.

“It’s okay,” she said. “In your song, you said you were scared to ask for help. I want to help.” 

“I don’t want you to help me because of guilt or pity,” you said. “What will you get out of it?” She smiled. 

“Well, you could provide pizza,” you laughed. A real laugh that sounded foreign. “And you could teach me piano.” You stared into her green eyes and saw something you hadn’t let yourself feel in a very long time. Hope. 

“Okay,” you whispered. “When do we start?” 

“Play something for me,” you did. You played for her and she sat and listened to you. You poured your heart and soul into these songs hoping a stranger would help you put your armor back on.    

[peterman-spideyparker]

Bad Liar (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: *ahem* *mouth trumpet fanfare noises* *confetti* This is for my dear sweet Amanda’s ( @mattmurdocksscars​ ) 1,500 writing challenge!!! Amanda is such a wonderful human who I am in awe of every time I see her stories pop up on my dash--my sweet baby angel is as talent as all heck!!! I’m so glad I could participate. This was so incredibly fun to write, and I literally got it done in maybe 40 minutes after inspiration struck after a meeting today. It was nice to do a little change in pace as I fight writers block for other things. Enjoy, my darling, and congrats again!! :)

Summary: You have been going strong with Matt for quite some time, but it turns out there was something that you didn’t know about him that Foggy divulged, even though he was sworn to secrecy. When Matt comes home and find you trying to get into a locked closet, the truth comes out.

Prompt: “Need any help?”

Warnings: Angst (lil conflict and misunderstanding since the reader doesn’t know about Matt’s, uh, extracurricular activities -- Matt goes a bit Devil mode in his tone for a second), fluff and softness (emotion an memories involving Jack), implied smut

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,236

“Hey, Matty,” you say with a smile, trying your hardest not to panic or laugh as you look at him from right in front of his closet under the roof access stairs. 

He narrows his eyes slightly in suspicion as he moves along the hallway before he places his glasses on the countertop. “Hi, angel,” he says, his voice smooth as butter. “Need any help?”

“Hm? No,” you say nonchalantly as you casually saunter over towards him. You place your arms gently on his shoulders and let them slide down to his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It was just a long day, and I missed you. That’s all.”

“So, you were by where I keep my dad’s trunk because you missed me?”

“Yes.” Unfortunately, it’s not entirely convincing for your boyfriend. 

“You really shouldn’t poke your nose behind locked doors, (Y/N),” he says, his voice lower than you���re used to. It sends a chill down your spine. 

“I’m just thinking I should know things about the man I’m in a relationship with,” you tell him as you try to keep your heart from racing. With the nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lean forward, brushing your lips against his ear as you whisper. “Like that my boyfriend had an earring in high school and undergrad?”

You watch as bright pink begins to burn the tips of his ears, his skin much hotter than before, the muscle in his jaw feathering. You press a kiss on his cheek, fixing the hair that swoops on his forehead with your fingers, the feeling in your gut telling you that you need to lighten and soften the intense mood. “Knowledge of that image would make me question your street cred as a lawyer, huh?”

Matt lets out a nervous laugh before a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes pulls across his face after a solid few seconds of processing your words. 

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters, wrapping his hands around your waist. “Can’t have you spreading that to all of New York, now can I?”

“I know I shouldn’t have been snooping, but Foggy had mentioned a photo album and said ‘the evidence is all there to prove that Matt Murdock had an awkward phase’. It was nowhere else in the apartment, so I figured it had to be there. I’m sorry that I made you that upset. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, no, I’m not upset. I just wish you would have asked me first.”

“So you wouldn’t have tried to call Foggy a ‘traitorous liar’ or a ‘scabby sea bass’?”

“‘Scabby sea bass’?”

“I think it has something to do with the alleged earring in question. That, and it sounded like he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean.”

“Ah,” Matt says softly, his entire demeanor following his tone. “But, no, none of those phrases exactly. I would have tried to deflect your attention from seeing those pictures, though.”

“Deflect all you want, Murdock, but nothing is going to get seeing those pictures off of my mind.”

“Even if I do that thing with the silk sheets you like?”

“Mm, a very good attempt. Might even work. But I still want to see them. Pretty please?”

“Not the pretty please,” he smirks playfully before leaning into a kiss that wrinkles the fabric of your shirt. “Give me a second, and I’ll grab it.”

You move to sit on the couch as Matt retrieves the album and makes the quick trip next to you, the spine of the book cracking from not being used for a long time. You let out a soft gasp as you see pictures of Matt from the youngest points of his childhood. 

“You were so small, Matty,” you coo as your eyes move over a page of baby pictures. 

“We were all that small once, y’know, not just me,” he chuckles.  

“Wow,” you breathe, pausing on a picture of a man holding infant Matt in a big comfy chair. Your fingers gently trace over the edges of the picture. “This must be your dad. You look like him.”

Matt doesn’t respond to that claim. Instead, he slides down into the couch slightly and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You slowly move through the pages, enjoying these little snippets of Matt’s life until you find a picture that looks like it’s from his undergrad years. His hair is long and floppy with the 2000s swoosh across his forehead. He’s sitting on the floor in black jeans and a gray henley, resting against a sofa, smiling at something someone out of frame is doing. Then it catches your eye: a thin little silver sliver of metal looping on his left earlobe. 

“Oh my God,” you say with a giggle, leaning forward as you bring the scrapbook up to your face.

“I was convinced it looked cool,” he sighs with a little laugh. “Clearly, a blind guy should not determine what looks fashionable, nor should it be encouraged by other college boys.”

“Matty, you look hot,” you say as you linger on the image. “And since when do you have chest hair? You’re as smooth as a seal!”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Are you telling me that you’re turned on by my 2000s look and my chest hair?”

“Firstly, Matthew, you should know that you always turn me on. Secondly, yes. College me is going feral inside, right now. I need to know, though: did you ever wear a necklace or any kind of rings at all?”

“Yeah, sometimes. The rings were every once in a blue moon, though. Parties and things like that.”

“Matthew,” you moan, feeling your cheeks grow hot. This man will be the death of you. You twist and lean forward to take a peek at his ear. “Oh my God, you can still kinda see the hole from the piercing.”

“Again, not my best choice. Besides, like you said, it’d ruin my credit as a really good lawyer.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to bring back the earring, how about the chest hair?”

“Seriously?”

“Stupendously serious,” you say with a straight face.

“I’ll think about it. Chest hair would make it harder too—.” He cuts himself off before he can finish that sentence.

“Harder to what?”

“We can talk about that a little later,” he deflects with a kiss to your neck. His hands wrap around your hips and spin you into his lap so you face his front and straddle his legs. “I was thinking, while you were here, maybe we can do that thing with the silk sheets?”

“Matthew Murdock, are you trying to distract me?”

“Not at all,” he says as his hands lazily rub up your waist and down your thighs. You can tell he’s lying, but he’s already shown you one thing about him today that he probably didn’t want to, and this position is so nice. Not to mention the memories of what he is suggesting sends an erotic shiver throughout your body.

“Okay, then, Murdock,” you hum with a smile as you lean forward. “Do your worst. Make me feel all kinds of good.”

In one swift movement, he lifts you up from the couch, making you clutch onto his shoulders and wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

“Trust me, angel. When we’re done, those pictures will be the furthest thing from your mind.”

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[supercriminalbean]

No secrets without lies.

Chapter four—An interesting turn.

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader. (AFAB)

Summary: You go out on a date with your ex but once things get awkward and aren’t what you thought, you leave him and you ring the person who always gives you the comfort and reassurance you need. MINOR DO NOT READ.

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Drugs, Ex, alcohol, swearing. Smut, R18 minors do not read. Sir kink. Creamie pie. Unprotect sex. Hair pulling. Badly written smut warning for that. If I've missed anything let me know. 

A/N: So the first spicy part of this series. its not great so apologizes. if you would like to be tagged to this series let me know, taglist at the bottom.

Aaron had dropped you back at your apartment, giving you lots of time to get ready for the night. Currently you’re flicking through your wardrobe trying to find something nice and sensible, but also something that shows off all your curves. Hearing your phone buzz, picking it up to see Aaron had texted you. Having sent you a cute photo of Jack, playing with two of the dinosaur cookies. With a text saying, ‘He won’t just eat them’. Making you giggle, as you imagine Aaron trying to get him to stop playing, and just eat them. Texting him back, ‘Just like his dad he's not good at following directions huh?’ Flinging your phone onto your bed laughing, always finding pleasure in teasing that man. 

~~~

Posing in the mirror, you were trying to find the right angle to take a photo, wanting to show your outfit off for Garcia. Your black jeans hugging your body, showing off your ass. You're wearing your black fading into a red top that hangs off the shoulder with long sleeves, with a V neck that shows off your chest. Wearing little to no makeup, that consists of light pink lipstick and mascara, trying to stay low-key. Having short hair meant you didn't have to worry too much about it, letting the curls fall to the sides naturally, using some mouse to stop it from fizzing up too much. You're wearing your new pair of black boots that Garica had gifted you for your birthday. Smiling softly as you feel comfortable in your body, taking a few too many photos in silly poses, sending one to Pen, with the caption. ‘Out to get some hopefully, if not I’ll come over to your’s ;) .’ 

Putting your phone down as you walk around your apartment, making sure everything is closed, and locked up tight. Picking your phone back up hearing a text come through, smiling as you see Aarons name pop up, clicking into his message. Your heart drops, freezing up, as you see the text you meant to send to Garcia was accidently sent to Aaron. 

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) ’

Reading his text, you can’t help when your cheeks start burning, your heart speeds up. You know he’s just teasing you, probably knowing you meant to send it to someone else. Yet his offer was too tempting, Aaron once again making you rethink about cancelling tonight.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings. 

“Hey, sorry I know I'm running late I'm just about to leave” Taking a deep breath trying to steady your breathing again.

“Oh that's alright (Y/n), I was just ringing to let you know I was on my way” His deep voice filled with joy, making you smile, having missed the way he sounds.

“Why am I not surprised we are both running later.” Laughing along with him.

“That's always been us babe, I'll see you” Rolling your eyes at the boring pet name, hanging up on him. 

~~~

Swinging your legs underneath your chair, as you sip on your cocktail, waiting for him to show up. He chose the bar to meet up at, the one you both used to come to weekly, you decided to wait for him in the same spot you met, up at the bar by the fire. 

“Sorry i'm late (Y/N)” He breathes heavily, having walked rapidly from his car park to get to you. Jumping up quickly, smiling excitedly.

“Sean it's been too long” Wrapping him up in a hug, hearing his low chuckles leaving his lips.

“I know, whenever I'm around you're stuck at work” He slowly pulls away, his cologne lingers in the air as he takes the chair beside you. “Ah you remembered my drink” Smirking as he picks his drink up.

“You being a basic beer drinker helps” Snickering as you tease him.

“There no problem with having basic taste, better than your fruity weak drink” 

“Hey my drink has three different spirits, making it stronger and also taste way better than yours” Rolling your eyes as you scoff at him.

“Still like rolling your eyes at me huh?” Smirking mischievously, winking smoothly at you, making you laugh. You had forgotten how relaxed and more yourself you always feel around him. 

~~~

The night goes by smoothly, you have a few drinks as you two eat. Filling each other in, on what's been happening in the last year or so.

“Yeah the restaurant in New York has been going great, I'm actually being trained up to be the head chef, as our one leaves next week.” He smiles proudly as he sips his beer, your heart warming up with pride.

“Wow, I'm going to have to come see you next time I'm in your city then” Picking your drink up, sipping it gradually. “I can’t believe how much you've changed Sean, getting your act together, no longer sitting around buying drugs with your family's money” Joking lightly, as you both used to do years ago.

His smile falters slightly, cleaning his throat. “Well I’m glad you think so, I saw my brother earlier today, and he kept focusing on the negative, he doesn’t think a restaurant job is going to take me far in life” He huffs out annoyed, his posture tensing up, taking a big swig of his beer. Your smile softens, you knew their relationship was tough. You knew a little of his childhood, the abuse and disappointment he faced as he grew up. His brother grew up and found himself a promising career working with the FBI, actually at Quantico where you work. He works with the government while Sean went in a different direction. 

“I know you two have your issues, but you know he means well, he just wants you to have a good future” 

“Maybe” He scoffs faintly, his smiles returns slowly, “I'm surprised you haven't ran across him at work yet”

“Yeah me too, I thought I would have by now, what does he do again?” Smiling lightly as you study him. He was still tense, his leg bouncing up and down, something he does when he's nervous, his hand rubbing up his neck through the back of his hair.

“I'm not entirely sure, but he does a lot of paperwork and travels around, helping arrest people” He shrugs, finishing off his drink.

“That describes half the people who work there Sean” Laughing shaking your head at him. 

“That's true, i'm going to head to the bathroom really quick” His smile sliding off his face easily as he walks away, observing him closely as he goes. There was something off about him, but you couldn’t figure it out.

~~~

Fresh drinks are placed in front of you, as you wait for Sean to return. He has been in the bathroom for close to five minutes now. Tapping your foot gently as you grow a little nervous, pulling your phone out for a distraction, clicking onto Aarons name. Staring at the last text he had sent you.

 ‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) .’

You couldn't stop wondering if he really meant what he said. Maybe he was just teasing you, you had found out, in the last few weeks, he does enjoy making the odd dirty jokes. Biting your lip gently, as the image of Aaron kissing you, his hands running down your body, enters your mind. Those thoughts are quickly being forced away as Sean sits back down. 

“Sorry for the hold up” Smiling forcefully as he picks up his drink.

“Oh it's no problem” Your eyes scan his face automatically, trying to read his emotions. Stopping as you notice a tiny white smear under his nostril, which is slightly red. Your face dropping, your blood running cold, your anger rising rapidly. 

“Did you just do drugs Sean?” The accusation dripping from your voice. The anger takes over, your eyebrows narrow as your lips form into a tight line. Your hands clutching the table as Sean's face drops quickly, automatically wiping his face. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about (Y/N)” His voice hardening, becoming defensive. Straightening up his body tensing up crossing his arms. 

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, You know I don’t deal with you when you're on drugs” Scoffing loudly standing up. 

“Oh come on (Y/n) You never used to care when we dated” He snaps at you, glaring daggers.

“That was before the last time I saw you drugged up” Snapping back at him, pulling out cash, leaving it on the table, as he stares at you.

“Text me, when you get your shit together Sean” Huffing as you turn away from him, hearing his call out your name as you walk out.

~~~

Sighing as you pull out your packet of cigarettes, thinking of having one as you calm down. You were tipsy and angry, these two combined can only lead to a disaster. Your phone buzzes, as you place a cigarette in your mouth. Opening up the text seeing its from Aaron.

‘How's the date going?, my offer still stands if you need ;) ’ 

His text makes you smirk, deciding to ring him instead of replying.

“Well this is a surprise” You can hear his smirk leaking through his words.

“Tonight sucks so badly Aaron, should have just stayed with you” Giggling softly, using the confidence the alcohol has given you.

“I'm sorry (Y/n/n), well Jack in bed you can come over, if you need to talk” His concern for you over taking the teasing he had planned for you.

“Maybe I should come over, but I don’t want to talk, Aaron, I just need a distaction” Biting your lip, gulping softly, hoping you don’t come off desperate.

“Well I can differently distracted you darling, I did like what your text implied early” His voice deepens, making you blush.

“Oh yeah, and what did I imply huh?” Giggling as you run your hand through your hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“Oh Doll, you know what the first text implied, don't try and act like you're so innocent all of sudden” The way he confidently taunts you, making you blush deeply, gulping for air as your heart races.

“You sound so confident Aaron, I would come over, If I didn’t think you were all talk” Smiling wide as you tease him, the alcohol running through your veins giving you confidence. You can’t help the light gasp that slips out, when you hear him growl quietly.

“Are you really trying to tease me right now, come on sweetheart, you know I always follow my words up, If you come over, I won’t let you leave disappointed” Lust dripping throughout his words. Making your breath hitch, your brain is unable to think properly.

“Aaron, I can be there in ten If you really do want me there” BIting your lip, hoping he wasn't just joking. Anxiety building, what if he doesn’t mean it. The doubtful thoughts trying to ruin this moment.

“My door will be unlocked” Are the last words you hear as the line goes dead.

~~~

Climbing out of the taxi, as you stare up at his building, heart thumping in your chest. Your mind is running with ideas of what will happen when you walk through his door. Taking a deep calming breath, walking inside the door and climb the stairs up to his level. You're getting excited at the idea of being distracted by Aaron. Reaching his door you knock gently, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay. The door is open hastily, Aaron standing there a smug smirk on his face, pulling you inside quickly, making you giggle. 

“Well hey there” Biting your lip softly, your arm burning under his touch, he slides his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“You came” He smirks at you, his eyes full of lust.

“Not yet I haven't” Winking up at him, as his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“Oh that will change” Closing the gap inbetween you, capturing your lips in his. His lips feel soft against yours ,the kiss being full of rough passion. One of his arms stays wrapped around your waist. The other hand, travelling up to rest on the back of your neck, playing with the bottom of your hair. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer while you melt into his touch. You lean into him, deepening the kiss, as his tongue slides in. His hand slides down your waist, grabbing your ass, making your groan softly. He pulls away from the kiss, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Your heart beating fast, breathing hitches as he finds the spot on your neck, that makes your legs feel like jelly. Tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, one of your hands running up through his hair.

“Fuck, Aaron” Panting lightly, cleanching your legs together as you feeling one of his hand sliding down your chest.

~~~

He pulls away from your neck, breathing deep.

“Wait (Y/n), we should talk about this” Taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, while all he wants to do is touch you.

“Can we just talk tomorrow?” Leaning into his touch again, trying to take deep breaths, slowing down your racing heart. 

“I need to make sure, you want this, I am your boss after all” His smirking enlarging, licking his lips as he looks down at you in his arms. Taking in how darken your eyes are with lust, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him. Making his pants feel even tighter.

“Aaron I swear if you don’t take me into your bedroom right now” Shaking your head grinning mischievously at him, relaxing as you notice his eyes light up. He spins you around, so your back is resting into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. Kissing your neck as you both walk, stumbling slightly towards his bedroom. The door slamming closed behind. 

~~~

Quickly turning around to face him, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands slide down your  front, playing with the hems of your shirt. You deepen the kiss, your hands slide down unsure of where to place them. You can just feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Hotch breaks the kiss making you whimper softly, as he pulls your top off. Revealing your lacy blue bra, and the upside down larged winged bat tattoo that you have just underneath your left boob. Aaron growls deeply, his hands sliding up your stomach, slowly up to your breast.  His thumb sliding across the tattoo, as his other hand unclips your bra tossing it away. Your legs hitting the end of bed, as he gently presses you down, getting on top of you. His eyes black with lust, stay fixate on your tattoo. Clenching your thighs together, trying to get any friction.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is light as air, feeling at ease under his touch.

“God, your fucking gorgeous” Licking his lips, one of his hands toying with your nipple, earning a faint groan in response. He places a tender kiss on your chest, before he takes the other nipple in his mouth. Closing your eyes as your hand, runs through his hair, focusing on the way his mouth feels. The room soon fills up with your light pants and soft groans as you tug on his hair. 

~~~

Opening your eyes, as you feel Aaron pull away, straightening up as he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his chest, checking on all of those muscles. Landing on his shoulder, seeing them flex as he throws his shirt away.

“Holy shit, you're hot” Swallowing thickly, licking your lips. Hearing a small low chuckle in response.

“Thanks doll” The pet name making your breath skip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

His hands are at your jeans unbuttoning them, lifting your hips as he pulls them off swiftly.

Aaron gulps, licking his lips hungrily as he notices that the blue lacy panties you're wearing are soaked. His hands sliding up your thigh, making you shiver under his touch. Smirking as you see him stop, as he finds another one of your tattoos. A dragon twirled around two large red roses and beautiful green leaves surrounding them.

“You are full of mystery, aren’t you darling” His breathing became more uneven, his pants feeling tighter. He traces your tattoo with his finger lightly, almost teasingly. 

~~~

“Aaron I need you please” Whimpering, shiving under his touch.

“You need to learn to be patient” His voice comes out low, as he moves closer to the throbbing mess between your legs. Pulling your panties off slowly, kissing up your thigh as he does. Finally pulling them off completely and tossing them away. His finger brushing lightly between you slit, earning a quiet whimper as you lift your hips, looking for more. His hands are pushing you back down harshly, smirking at you.

“I thought I told you to be patient, doll” Sighing with playful disappointment, making you whimper even more. 

“Please I need more”  

“If you want me to continue then you need to be patient, understand?” The sternness comes through stronger, making you hold back a groan as you nod. “Words, sweetheart”

“Yes sir” You smirk up at him which soon fades, as you see his lip curling up. Gulping, taking a deep breath as you realise teasing him might not be working well in your favour.

“What a good doll” His finger slides through your slit, collecting some of the wetness. Closing your eyes, focusing on the pleasure, groaning as you let yourself enjoy it. His finger rubs circles around your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves between two fingers. Earning a soft whimper, gripping the blankets underneath you. He pulls his fingers away earning a whine from you but before you can complain he quickly replaces it with his tongue. Licking a strip up, making you shiver, trying to stop yourself from clenching your thighs close.

~~~

“Your pussy tastes so sweet darling” He grows darkly, as his lips curl around your clit, sucking and pulling at it. The sound leaving your mouth goes straight to Aarons cock, he slides his finger in you. Feeling how tight and wet you are, enjoying the way you are clenching around him. He pulls off your clit, taking a deep breath as he enjoys the taste of you on his lips. Sliding a second finger in, hearing you groan softly. 

“Damn darling those sounds you make, have got me feeling so hard” 

Hearing those words coming from him pushing you so close to the edge.

“Aaron I need to cum” Whimpering as your body shakes, arching your back, your hips lifting as you clench around his fingers. He pushes you back down on the bed, before he places mouth back on your clit. His tongue draws patterns around it, pushing you over the edge, letting out a long line of moans. His name falling from your lips so easily, as if it's the only thing you're able to think. 

~~~

Your heart is racing, trying to take deep breaths as you calm down from the amazing high Aaron had just brought to you. His fingers slide out of you, letting you have a small break, bringing his fingers up to your mouth.

“Open” The simple command making your cheeks burn, as you respond immediately. Your tongue twirling around his fingers, sucking everything you could off them.

“You're so obedient for me, aren’t you? tasting how sweet your pussy is off of my fingers” His voice is dripping with lust, making you groan softly around his fingers.

“I need you so badly, Aaron” Your whimpers making him chuckle slightly.

“You are so needy, aren’t you?” He stands up pulling his pants off, his underwear barely able to contain the tent in it.

~~~

Your eyes almost drop out of your socket as he pulls them off. His cock flicks upwards, and fuck is he big, and thick. You haven’t seen anything as glorious as him before.

“Fuck your huge” You gulp, breathing heavily as you see his hand wraps around it, smirking down at you.

“Mm I thought you would like it” His cocky tone, making you roll your eyes, pulling yourself onto your knees in front of him. 

“I want to touch it” Your words coming out sounding shy and desperate, as you wrap your hand around his cock. Your hand is barely able to wrap around it completely, biting your lip softly. Feeling how hard it is, as it throbs in your hands, making you squeeze your thighs together. His hand is quick to tangle in your hair, making you look up at him. Gulping thickly at the harsh tugs, which makes your heart beat fasten. 

“You do not get to roll your eyes at me like that, unless it's from pleasure understood?” The stern look he gives you makes everything melt from your mind. Unable to form words, you give a simple nod, which apparently wasn’t the right thing. His grip tightens in your hair, making you groan softly. An amused look on his face as he stares down at you, his chest pounding. The sight of you down on your knees, with his cock in your hand, as you struggle to think straight. Is enough to push him over the edge, and want to flip you over and slide himself straight into you.

“I want words doll, tell me what you want” He takes a deep breathing calming himself, as he

stares straight into your eyes, that are filled with want and lust. 

“I want to suck your cock, please Sir” Pleading up at him, a small pout on your lips.

“Oh so polite doll, go ahead, taste it” The smirk on his face making your face heat up before wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock. You bob your head up and down slowly, your hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. Feeling nervous that you weren’t doing a good job, trying to take more of it in. Your nervousness melts away as you hear a low groan escaping his lips. That was the reassurance you need as confidence fills you up, your hand sliding down to play with his balls. Managing to take more of him down your throat, his groans getting louder, his hand playing with your hair. Glancing at him slowly, and god are you glad you did. His head is tilted backwards, his eyes closed, his mouth agape. The pleasure he was feeling evident on his face, the way he groans out your name. Soon becoming one of the most precious things you have ever heard. The way you swallow around his cock, making him grip your hair tighter. Thrusting a few times hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder. He knows your mouth can say snarky things, but never could he imagine how good it could feel around his cock. The way your tongue slides under it, pushing him close to the edge. Pulling you off his cock, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. Tears sliding down your face, as you breath hard trying to catch your breath, smiling proudly up at him. 

~~~

“Your mouth feels amazing, but I wanna cum fucking you” Holy fuck, his voice does so many things to you. You never thought he would be into talking to you like this, ever. Swallowing thickly as you nod before remembering the rule.

“Please, fuck me sir” He pushes you down, landing softly on your back, head hitting his pillows. 

“Good manners” He chuckles as he moves to his bedside draws, looking for a condom. “Shit” Huffing as he slams the draw closed. Turning to face you, slowly. “I don’t have a condom”

“Im on birth control” Biting your lips as you gaze up at him, the stress fading from his face. He leans down, kissing you softly as he gets on top of you. Trailing kisses down your neck, kissing just under your ear, his voice coming out low but sweetly. 

“Want me to fuck you raw doll?” Teasing you lightly with his cock.

Swallowing down a whine, bobbing your head yes. “Please Aaron, I need you” Whimpers slightly as he growls deeply, pushing in slowly.

“God you're so tight” Groaning softly, holding back from pounding straight into you. Not wanting to hurt you, as he pushes all the way in. 

Moaning softly as he starts moving, at a slow pace at first. 

“Damn those sounds you make, are so pretty darling” Groaning softly, his hand slides up your chest, playing with your nipple. 

“Sir, faster please” Whimpering softly, your eyes closing, as he picks up the pace. 

“You don't get to order me around” Pinching your nipple, making you whimper, clenching around him. “You like that huh?” Chuckling, groaning as he goes harder. 

He falls into a fast but gentle pace, making you moan louder, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders. Opening your eyes, and fuck, the pleasure on his face. The way his eyes are half closing, the sweat on his face, as he pants deeply. The sweet sound falling from his lips making you shiver. Never have you ever heard someone groan as pretty as him. He moves leaning in closer to you, leaving a travel of kisses across your shoulders. His position changing, his cock hitting deeper, finding your G spot. Your eyes roll back, pleasure filling you up quickly, pushing you close to the edge. Trying to let him know you were close, but all you could get out was an incoherent line of moans. Clenching hard around him as your orgasm hits hard. Shivering uncontrollably as you're gripping onto his shoulders hard, nails pinching into his skin. 

“Holy fuck, doll squeezing me so hard” He groans loudly, thrusting a couple more times. Pushing himself over the edge, his cum filling you up. 

~~~

The room is filled with heavy deep breathing, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, as he pulls out of you gently. A groan escaping his lips as he sees his cum dripping out of you. Resting your head on the pillows, managing to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe you have just had sex with your closest friend, with your boss. Aaron lays down beside you, glancing at you. You're staring up at the ceiling, feeling awkward. What do you do now, should you leave? You both finished so there is probably no reason why he want to keep you around. Negative thoughts once again trying to ruin the moment. 

“(Y/n) are you alright?” The concern, softness of his tone, sounding completely different to what you were hearing only minutes ago. You turn to look at him nodding gently, your eyes gone soft, starting to feel self conscious. Aaron sighs gently, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into him. Relaxing slowly at his touch, moving onto your side, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, feeling safe in his arms. His hand softly stroking your hair, kissing your forehead gently. 

“I’ve got you (Y/n), you're safe with me” The gentle caring tone, pushing the negative thoughts out of your brain.

“Thank you” Smiling lightly, keeping your eyes closed.

“You don’t need to thank me darling” His hand is playing in your hair, as you both calm down from the highs. 

~~~

Opening your eyes slowly, seeing Aaron smiling down at you softly.

“That was amazing” Smirking up at him, feeling relaxed and calm once more.

“Oh that was better than amazing” He chuckles faintly, as he watches you looking peaceful in his arms. He never thought that tonight would end like this.

“Stay here okay” His voice is calming, nodding as he pulls away, walking out. He returns quickly, holding a washcloth, and a bottle of water. 

“Drink you need to hydrate” Smiling gently up at him, taking it from him.

“You don’t need to look after me Aaron” 

“Oh I know, but I will anyway” He smirks at you smoothly. Moving between your legs, using the cloth to clean you up gently. You can’t help but wince slightly as he brushes past your clit.

“Are you hurt?” The concern and worry quickly fills him, as he stares at you, worried he was too rough with you. Giggling softly at him, shaking your head.

“No, I'm just sensitive” Blushing lightly, liking the way he wants to look after you.

“I'm sorry doll” The pet name makes you giggle again as he pulls away.

“I like that name”

“Oh I noticed that sweetheart” He winks at you as he straightens up, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “Finish your drink, then have a shower while I clean up okay?” 

“Oh let me help clean up” Standing up, your legs wobble, making you grip the drawer beside you to stop yourself from falling over. Laughter fills the room, turning around to glare at Aaron, who has a big proud grin on his face. 

“Ass” Shaking your head as he walks over.

“What was the darling?” Grinning at you as he wraps his arms around you. Rolling your eyes leaning into him. “I prefer it when you roll your eyes under me next time” Teasing you lightly as he kisses you gently.

~~~

You're having a hot shower, relaxing under the water as he cleans up the bed. Allowing the hot water run over your tensed muscles. Taking your time in the shower, when you finally get out, the bed is remade all nicely and cleaned. The bedroom is empty, looking at your clothes on the floor, not wanting to sleep in them. You move over to Aaron's wardrobe flicking through it. Trying to find something that will be more comfortable and will fit you to sleep in. Finding one of his larger hoodies, sliding it on. You're finishing pulling it on as he walks in, his eyes sliding down your body, enjoying the way you look in his clothes. 

“Really?, that's my favourite hoodie” Laughter rolling off his lips, the sound makes joy fill you up. Turning around to face him. 

“It is extremely comfy” Giggling faintly as he wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead. 

“I like this” He mumbles quietly, liking the way you fit in his arms.

“So do I, I know we need to talk, but I'm really tired” Leaning your head into his chest.

“We can talk tomorrow” He smiles softly as he leads you back to his bed. You both lay down getting comfy, his arms wrapping around you pulling you close. Resting your head on his chest, feeling at home in his arms. Closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” He mumbles his lips resting against your head.

“Goodnight Aaron” Yawning softly as you let sleep take you.

~~~

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