#rn i’m working on one cross stitch project but i have two more in front of me if i get bored with one section

[passiveagressivepoet]

i love hobbies and having ADHD if i ever get bored i just switch to one of the other 163829392047374747 hobbies i have

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Folie á Deux (Lucy Boynton Angst/smut)

A/N: this is very angsty and also I am not used to writing girlxgirl smut stuff so give me a break if it is not very spicy, okay?  I also have to announce that I caught a horrible cold and I have tried to get some stuff done but I am just high on paracetamol and antibiotics, dealing with a runny nose and teary eyes. I’m honestly so defeated rn...regardless, please enjoy!

Lucy was mad.

You were talking to Jack all night. Of course, you did not know him at all until that night when part of the cast for Sing Street gathered for dinner. You were in London for work along with Lucy, the two of you doing press for your latest project: a Netflix original series in which you played the roles of best friends going on a journey to discover themselves while trying not to become background noise in the competitive world of beauty pageants. It was crazy to film but the script had you in stitches half the time and in tears the other half. Lucy shared the feeling once the script got to her, and since wrapping for the project you had been even more inseparable than before. 

“So I see you like Jack.” Lucy pointed out as you stepped out of the uber you were sharing to the hotel. 

You scratched your elbow and turned to her with a shrug. 

“He is cute,” you admitted. “I just think I like blonds better.” 

Lucy huffed and looked away from you and through her window. Suddenly your curiosity peaked and you watched your friend with more attention, she crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to look...annoyed? 

No. You knew Lucy too well to fall for it. She was straight up mad. Angry. 

“Oh, what?” You let your hands fall and slap against your legs, exposed by the short dress. “Should I send in a request before I hang out with one of your friends? Dear Lucy, may I, Y/N, spend an hour or so talking to this man.” 

Lucy’s arms wrapped tighter around herself making you roll your eyes without noticing her glancing back at you at that exact moment. 

“Of course, always so dramatic...” Lucy complained. 

“Well, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong then!” You lean forward and feel your h/c hair fall over your shoulders, brushing against your skin.

The car stopped and you stepped out into the street, walking past a few people and entering your hotel together. It did not seem like the right time to pull on Lucy’s hand but that was exactly what you did once the large double doors of the main entrance closed behind you. 

“Luce! Wait up!” Your hand lingered on hers as she turned to face you. 

Both stood at the same height due to the heels you wore. You stared at each other for a moment and it was right then that you saw that burning look on her face. The one you tried to hide from her so badly for years. In her green eyes, you could see that dark speck of jealousy. Lucy was jealous? Of what? 

You found yourself blushing and your friend noticed it, she pulled her hand out of yours and turned to keep walking to the lift. Following her at a slower pace than before, you walked into the shiny metal box that would take you to your floor. 

“It’s...” Lucy pushed her lips together and tried not to pout, although she did it all the time. “I’m probably just being stupid...” 

You pushed the button to your floor, both stayed in rooms that were only a hallway away from each other. 

“If it’s making you this mad, it is not that. Come on!” You urged your friend to talk to you. “Tell me.” 

The lift was left in silence as Lucy pondered the idea of telling you what was really bothering her. She took her precious time, so much so that the doors opened on your floor and revealed a long hallway with doors at each side. You watched her step out in her beautiful pink Miu Miu dress, her short hair pulled halfway up in a messy little platinum bun. 

You had decided that you would wear something more simple for that evening, a flowy blue spaghetti strap dress that went well with a pair of white shoes. You had your hair done that morning to do an interview for BBC Radio One and left your hair in that cute wavy shape it was all day. 

Lucy stopped suddenly at her door and turned to you. 

“I don’t want to make it awkward for the rest of the press tour, so you can just...forget about it.” She nodded a few times as if you could do that. 

“No,” you objected. “It has been like this for a while, why are you so jealous?” 

“Jealous!” Lucy’s eyes opened as wide as they could go, her voice went up a few octaves. “I am not jealous!”

“Yes, yes you are!” You argued. “First with Mazzello, now with Jack!” 

She huffed. 

“You were throwing yourself at Joe...” She muttered. 

You watched her swipe her card on the door lock and pull it open. 

“You know I don’t even like him...” you rolled your eyes, sneaking inside her room before she could push the door closed on your face. “Do you think that I won’t have time for you if I get into a relationship? Is that it?”

Lucy remained quiet for a moment. 

“It’s almost as if you liked me...” you chuckled, thinking of how improbable that was. 

It was odd, but Lucy looked almost hurt. The blonde stopped and put her hand against the back of her arm, her gaze fell on the floor and she swallowed hard to the sound of your bitter laughter. 

All colour left your face and seemed to run down to your legs and feet in preparation to run. Paradoxically enough, you were unable to move. 

“You like me?” You whisper, your voice faltering.  

Lucy mirrored you, standing still her green eyes slowly found your figure still by the door of her small hotel room. She let her arms fall at her sides and stepped to the side, shrugging as she faced you, looking suddenly smaller than she was. 

You opened your mouth to say something but could not bring yourself to find your own voice; half frustrated you closed your mouth and dropped your little purse on a chair near the wall, reaching for your friend with your hands out for her. Lucy grabbed your hands with hesitation and did not dare to lift her head as she hid her pink cheeks from you. 

Without saying a word you stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek, her eyes closed, comforted by the touch of your skin on hers. With a soft move, you made her look up and smiled at her. 

With big round eyes, Lucy examined your expression, not mad and not sad. She felt a twirl of confusion in her chest but it lasted a short second, it was stopped with a sudden touch of your lips on hers. 

Closing your eyes you leaned into Lucy and kissed her bright pink lips, inviting as always. Her lips fit yours perfectly, and her hands pulled you closer now. The two of you brushing lips in a long careless kiss. You tangled your fingers in her hair and felt her hands on your waist, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed against each other. 

“I like you,” you say when you pull away from the kiss, still holding each other. “You have to say it too, Luce”

With her nose pressed to yours, Lucy nodded. 

“I like you.” She admits at last. 

You smile at her and push a strand of hair away from her face. Smiling as well she pulls her hands away from your waist and touches your hair before sliding her arms over your shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna leave now...” You whisper pressing a kiss to Lucy’s cheek. 

Lucy giggles and throws her head back enough to pull away from your lips, only to offer you her lips. 

“Don’t go then.” 

With that, you let go of each other and kick your shoes off. Lucy takes to kissing down your neck as she pushed the straps of your dress off. You reached to your back and pulled the zipper down so you could be set free from the piece. 

You grabbed Lucy’s face gently and brought your lips back on hers as you wrapped your arms around her, finding her own zipper and pulling it down. 

“You are so handsy!” Lucy laughed at your abilities with the zipper. 

Lucy slipped her hand down your butt, so you took the chance to talk back to her. 

“Oh, look who’s talking!” You bite her lip. 

Lucy giggled and plays with your long earring between her fingers. You stepped back and let the dresses fall down and pool around your feet. Standing in front of each other in nothing but panties you are pushed onto the bed by the pale figure of your best friend. 

Falling back on the bed with Lucy on top of you, you laugh and push her hair away, staring into her eyes until the last second as she comes in for a kiss. You finally closed your eyes and felt those soft lips on yours once again, probably by now your lips were a mixture of lipsticks, from her bright pink one and your creamy orange one. The two slid hands down each other’s bodies. 

Soon you rolled on the bed and undid whatever styling there was on Lucy’s hair. You hovered over her body and covered her neck and breasts with kisses. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets once you reached down her stomach, playfully pulling on the waistband of her underwear. Instead of pulling them away, you left the panties in their place and kissed her hipbones, kneeling farther down on the bed you kissed her thighs. Frustrated, Lucy sat up and cupped your chin, kissing your mouth with a new hunger and eagerness you had not felt before, leaning forward into her you sat between her legs and slid your hand inside her underwear, teasing her for a moment as you felt for the wetness already gathering in her panties. 

“Please...?” 

Lucy let her hands cup your cheeks and you nodded, pushing her back on the mattress. You pulled the last piece of clothing off of her body and gave her hipbones a little peck before sliding your tongue over that sensitive nub of hers. taking her in slowly as she moaned with shyness, holding on to the bedsheets around her, you put your tongue to work and ate her out with all you had until she was carelessly whimpering beneath you, you could tell she was coming a moment later, she tried to let you know, but she got lost in it. Her orgasm hit her hard, you watched her back arch and felt her legs shake. She called out your name, only yours, over and over until she came down from her high. 

You left a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses on her stomach and chest as she recovered her breath, which she did rather quickly. With a burst of eager laughter, she wrapped her arms around your waist and rolled you over. 

“Your turn!” She sang filled with enthusiasm.