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#locked my keys and my phone in my car on thursday

miraclewoozi · 5 months

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DRIVE. - l.c

DRIVE -- or, the night you realise it's actually very hard to stay mad at the guy who shows up at your house, throwing stones at your window on a Thursday night, to try and fix something that was your mistake in the first place.

pairing : chan x fem reader. content : fwb > lovers. angst, smut (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT), fluff. more or less in that order. they’re both dumb as hell. not explicitly put in any detail but this was written with a more 70s vibe in mind so feel free to bear that in mind when thinking of the car/tech/styles etc if u like. w/c : 7.8k warnings : lots of swearing. it’s all a big fuckin misunderstanding because i am a whore for that. weed & alcohol mentioned (neither party is drunk or high at the time of this taking place). mentions of past cheating (neither mc or chan are the cheater). some pov switching because i said so. let me know if i've forgotten anything. proofread exactly once so if there's a typo, no there isn't. SMUT TAGS UTC. notes : dino. get the fuck off my ass. i’m so serious i am not strong enough to handle the very real feelings i have for you. go away. notes 2.0 : i listened to halsey’s drive for some inspo for this & took that as the title, so feel free to give it a listen if you want!

SMUT TAGS : dom!chan. car fuckin', making out, hair pulling, grinding/dry humping, fingering, finger sucking, dick riding, marking/scratching, unprotected sex (make good choices), overstimulation, multiple orgasms. praise. chan calls reader ‘baby’ & ‘sweetheart’. he’s a BIG talker during sex (sorry).

You’re not stupid. You heard his car pull up outside your house almost an hour ago.

Since then, at random intervals ranging anywhere between thirty seconds and five minutes, there have been clinks of a thrown stone at your bedroom window, a piece of the gravel that lines your driveway. Each time, it makes your jaw tense, makes your fingers tighten in the bedsheets you pulled all the way up to your chin in a foul mood at 8pm. It’s been the same now for almost two weeks — you’ve been getting home from work, showering the day away, eating your dinner and retiring to your room as early as you possibly can. Your roommate tried to find out what was wrong around day three but you very promptly shut her down — she’s since learned that the best she’s getting out of you currently is a dismissive wave of your hand or some kind of a grunt. She joked one evening that it was like she’d adopted a teenager; you scowled so violently that she went to her room.

Hardly any of your other friends have seen anything of you, either, despite the fact that several have come knocking to check if you’re all right.

You’re very much not all right, as it happens. This is perhaps the most upset you’ve ever felt, and that’s going quite some way. The angriest, too. It’s worse than when that middle aged woman threw her entire bucket of popcorn at your head when you gave her salty instead of sweet, and you were picking kernels out of your hair for the rest of your six hour shift. It’s worse than when your nasty supervisor ‘forgot’ you were in the bathroom and ended up locking you inside the cinema overnight, because you didn’t have your own set of keys to get out and the people whose numbers you remembered weren’t answering their phones.

It’s somehow even worse than when a summer crush from a few years ago broke things off by telling you that he already had a girlfriend back home and that you were basically just a means to pass the time and get his dick wet. God, and you thought that was the lowest you could possibly be.

Here you are, though, so far beyond all those things it would be comical, if it didn’t hurt. Chan has really done a number on you, and you’re not sure how you ended up getting so emotionally involved in your situationship with him that this is what you’ve been reduced to. For days now, you’ve been swallowing back tears of frustration (both with yourself and with Chan), rolling around in your bed night on night, unable to get to sleep because all you can think about is him.

Him, and the way he sounded genuinely horrified when his friends asked about the ‘movie girl’, and he laughed, ‘God, no – we’re just friends. That’s never gonna happen’. It was impressive, how quickly your face fell, in no way aided by the squealing giggles that rang through the house as a very, very drunk girl came running out of the living room and shut herself in the toilet, drowning out a chunk of the conversation you were listening in on. Somehow, it hurt even more when he went on to say ‘besides, there’s… someone else’.

And when you have managed to drift off after hours of staring at the walls and the ceiling, hearing those words on a loop on your fed up brain? Of course he’s been in your fucking dreams, too.

In your defence, all you were trying to do was use the mirror in the hallway outside the kitchen he and his friends were standing in, readjusting your top to cover the hickey that he had so kindly left on your collarbone just the night before. It wasn’t as though you sought him out to listen in; it was a coincidence. And okay, fine, maybe you should have walked away when the conversation turned to the topic of Chan’s love life. Maybe you should have not crept closer and held your breath to be able to hear them all better. Maybe, even, you should have stayed around long enough to ask what he meant by it then and there instead of hopping in a taxi and going home without saying goodbye to anyone.

Hindsight really is a beautiful thing.

Never gonna happen. Well, Chan seemed quite happy to ignore the fact that it already had happened. Several times. At least four of those being in the very car currently on the street outside your home. The car he’s used on countless occasions to drive you up to lovers’ lookouts in the dead of night, letting one of his many mixtapes play through the tinny speakers, where he’d kiss you breathless and cradle your face between his palms, as his fingers would delicately explore beneath your clothes, as his broad shoulders would slot between your thighs, as his hips rol–

And maybe you aren’t stupid, but Chan seems determined to prove that he sure as hell is. He came to pick you up from work the day after the party like nothing had happened, and couldn’t figure out why you said you would rather walk home in the rain than get in with him and stormed away without any further explanation. Then, he showed up on your doorstep on the morning of your day off with your favourite coffee and a breakfast bagel, asking if you could talk. He still didn’t realise what he’d done to upset you, so you slammed the door in his face. Finally, just earlier today, he ran after you in the mall, persistent as you’ve ever known him to be, and laid a hand on your shoulder when you didn’t turn around to just the sound of his voice calling your name.

You pushed him off so hard he almost fell over.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” You had barked, shrugging your shoulders to try and realign your jacket. “I don’t want to talk to you. What’s not clicking?”

His face resembled that of a scolded pet when he took a step back and frowned at you. “I just wanted to–”

“I don’t care what you want, Chan,” you spat. “Give it up. I’m done.”

You could see the desperation swimming in his eyes as he scrambled for what to say and your heart felt like it was being weighed down all the way into your stomach. You supposed that was the part of you that was causing all this ache in the first place, and further that it was to blame for your current state of misery. But you steeled yourself and stood your ground nonetheless. He wasn’t going to win you over with puppy eyes and a pout. Not this time.

In his silence, you only then noticed how hard your breaths were coming, each slow and long but still dangerously unsteady. You lowered your voice, top lip curling at him as you muttered, “You’re embarrassed of me enough to lie to your friends? Fine. I don’t give a–… but shit, next time, tell a girl that to her face instead of behind her fucking back.”

It’s been seven hours, and you keep replaying the last thing he said to you as you stormed away (how his voice got quieter when he realised you weren’t turning back; how he sounded so hoarse, so sorry).

‘I’m sorry if I hurt you - I— I never meant to.’

If. If. If. Were you not making it completely fucking obvious that he had, most definitely, hurt you? Part of your brain is even now starting to go down the route that he’s doing this on purpose, that it’s some twisted sort of damage control, that he hopes maybe if he plays dumb for long enough, you’ll forget what you were mad about or maybe start to second guess what you heard. But if that’s what he thinks, he obviously doesn’t know you very well at all. That’s never going to happen.

Hell, for someone you were being so careful to keep in the appropriate lane in your head, Chan really has you thinking yourself in circles. You’re sick to your back teeth of him, and his stupid voice and his stupid smile and his stupid –

Clink.

Stupid. Fucking. Stones.

A groan loud enough to definitely catch the attention of your roommate sounds from deep within your chest at this interruption to your spiral and you finally, finally concede. Whatever argument he’s so clearly longing to have at 11 o’clock on a Thursday night? Fine. He can have it. If it means he backs off for good, you’ll give him his one last ruck.

You pull the window open none too gently and lean enough through it that Chan comes into view. He isn’t even looking up, you realise, too busy sifting through the driveway trying to find his next little projectile, and you hiss his name to get his attention. It startles him so much that he drops the indiscernible bundle in his right hand. He blindly scrambles to pick it up, those big, earnest eyes gazing at you as if you’re floating in midair before him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You ask him, trying not to raise your voice too loud but at the same time, needing to generate enough volume for him to hear. He holds the bundle in both hands, now, and they catch the light of the lamp by your front door. Flowers, you register, squinting to try and make them out, your brows furrowing so much that your forehead hurts.

Black dahlias.

You choke back a laugh. Ah, the joys of fooling around with the son of a florist. Are they all so damn dramatic? (Or does he just know that they’re your favourites?)

Whichever it is, you tell yourself that’s not going to work. You won’t let it. Through gritted teeth, you say, “go away. I’m serious. I’ll call the cops on you.”

He shakes his head, begging as he steps just a little closer so his face is more visible in the amber light too. “Please–” he hurries, biting his bottom lip. “Please, don’t– just… tell me what I did. I want to make it right. Please.”

He never begs like this. In all the time you’ve known him, you swear Chan has said ‘please’ to you fewer times than you could count on your fingers. Which is by no means a bad thing — that’s just always been the very comfortable nature of your friendship, and later, the -with-benefits tag that you ended up sticking on the end.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and fighting not to shiver in the cold nighttime air. Note to self: don’t do a Romeo and Juliet in the middle of the fucking winter without layering up, first. “What does it even matter?”

“What do you mean, what does it matter?” He asks, looking down at the bunch of flowers in his hands, then back at you. “I-... you know I’d never hurt you. Not on purpose. Please, just… if I did something–”

“There’s someone else,” you echo, fed up with his pretending. He’s a fair actor, you’ll give him that – he might even have been able to convince you, if you hadn’t already heard the other half of this tale he’s doing his best to spin in his favour.

His face screws up, thinking he’s misheard. It’s his turn not to understand now. If you’re telling him you’ve met someone else, he’s got questions, because you’d promised to be open and honest with each other if that ever happened, so that you could call things off and go back to being just friends without it becoming a big deal. That was always supposed to be a calm conversation, not… whatever this is. You talked about it, right at the start. But… those are the words you’re saying, aren’t they? And why would you be mad at him if you were the one whose circumstances had changed?

“What?” he asks, finally. “What do you mean?”

“God, no – we’re just friends. That’s never gonna happen. Besides, there’s… someone else!” You raise your voice without really meaning to, before swallowing hard and glancing back inside your room. “You said that, Chan. Don’t piss me off by coming here and pretending like you didn’t.”

Chan starts to look like he’s trying to figure out an algebraic equation in his head while only having half the required information; his eyes fall down to the gravel, his lips move without any sound coming out of them, his features tighten until there are definite lines between his eyebrows. Then, it clicks. The lightbulb moment. He slaps one hand to his face and shakes his head furiously, and you just know he’s going to wake up with an ache in his neck tomorrow because of it.

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “No, no, no, no, no – that’s not–”

“What did I just say?” You spit down at him. “Don’t piss me off–”

“Listen!” He shouts, and you gesture with your hand for him to lower his voice, interrupting his flow of thought and rendering him silent for a moment. “Fuck, please. Come down here and talk to me. That’s not what you think it is.”

You’re in every mind to slam your window shut and leave him out there in the cold. It would work if you got out your headphones to drown out the sounds of him trying to get your attention, which you have absolutely no doubt in your mind that he would do. And maybe then he’d get the hint; maybe then he would understand that you’re not just some pushover who he can just pick up and play with when it suits him.

But he’s still holding those fucking flowers like they’re a lifeline, still looking up at you without a single lick of anger on his face. Not stress at having been discovered, which you would have expected him to be swimming in right about now. He looks… kind of beside himself, as if nothing could possibly be worse than what you’re threatening to do.

All this, for you? It just doesn’t make sense.

“Please,” he says again, quieter, weaker. For the first time, you pick up on the hint of a shiver in his voice, and you swallow. Whether you’re gulping back your pride, or your resolve, or the last remnants of your sensibility, you don’t know.

Does he deserve for you to hear him out? You’re not sure.

But does he deserve to be stuck out in the cold in just his stupid leather jacket and a pair of jeans?

With regret, you think, no. He doesn’t.

All you give him is a scowl before you disappear from view entirely, pulling the window closed and drawing your curtains again. Faster than you think you ever have before, you throw on a sweatshirt over your pyjamas, grab your keys, and hurry down the stairs as silently as you possibly can.

He’s stood in exactly the same place when you edge outside and pull the door closed behind you. Up-close, you can see the tiredness on his face: this is a man who has exhausted himself in worry, you think, and yet he still smiles a little when he sees you in full. He still holds the flowers out for you to take. He still purses his lips and blows out a stuttered cloud of air. Nervous, and not in the way you think he ought to be. So when you walk straight past him and don’t take the dahlias out of his hands, instead standing by his car and waiting for him to unlock it for you, you start to feel overwhelmingly guilty.

Chan is many, many… many things. But he really isn’t this good of a performer, no matter what you’ve been telling yourself all week. For God’s sake, why is it so much easier to be angry at him when he’s not standing right in front you?

You slip into his passenger side as he fumbles to set the flowers down on his backseat again, and he joins you up front just a few moments later. His hands are shaking when he sets the keys into the ignition. His whole body is. When you cast a real look over at him, the tips of his fingers are pale and his lips are lacking their usual rosy, pink hue. Your own teeth are chattering despite only having been truly exposed to the cold air for a matter of seconds; you dread to think how frozen he must be.

“Are we driving?” You ask to break the silence. Since he got into the car and fiddled with the heating settings to try and warm things up a little, he hasn’t said a word. It’s awkward. It’s horrible. You already miss the comfortable way you’ve been able to sit for hours together, barely talking, just watching the lights of the city and the cars travelling through it.

You already miss him. Which is a strange thought, seeing as he’s only about ten inches away.

“If– if you want,” he says, stuttering through the frost in his lungs. “We can go—...”

“Drive, Chan,” you say. It’s not just because you want him to stop falling over his words – which, to be fair, you do. Chan has always been very confident, carrying himself with the air of someone who knows exactly their worth. It’s one of the things you treasure about him. So this? Is fucking weird. But a big part of it is that you know his car will heat up faster if it’s in motion, and right now, you think maybe he’s at risk of losing a finger or two if he doesn’t get some circulation back.

He steps on the gas and the car pulls away from your home. It’s the first time you’ve ever been in his car without there being some sort of music playing, whether that’s historically just been the radio or a tape he put together with the help of one of his older friends. (The tapes that always had your first initial on them. The tapes that he never failed to ask your opinions on when he dropped you home – as if he’d compiled them with only you in mind.) The silence feels jarring and you can hear every rumble of the engine, every squeal of the brakes he definitely needs to get serviced.

But the car does warm through, and you sigh out relief as the bones in your hands move a little easier, as your fingers curl and uncurl to less resistance from your taut muscles. Chan feels it, too; his body relaxes, his breaths stop coming out in fractions, his face gets some colour back. The timing feels a little less awful when you finally say, “go on, then.”

Chan glances over at you as he drives down an unlit street. Only for a second, like he’s checking you’re still there, before his eyes train back on the road. He’s going to one of your favourite spots. It isn’t a lookout – it’s somewhere completely shut off from the rest of town, hidden by the trees near the railway tracks, somewhere you’ve never had to worry about being seen or heard. Maybe he’s anticipating a screaming match. Maybe he’s expecting something else. Maybe, even, he just cares about how much you love it there.

“I didn’t know you heard that conversation,” he starts, sheepishly. You want to roll your eyes, reach over and thump him, ask if that makes what he said okay, but you don’t. You stay looking out the front windscreen too. Waiting. “I… all right. I was out of my ass drunk.”

You click your tongue, pressing it afterwards against the inside of your cheek, but again, you stay quiet.

“I don’t think you heard what you thought you heard, though,” he goes on to say. “‘Cause– ‘cause it wasn’t…”

But you can only be quiet for so long in the face of this mess. Especially when he’s apparently working towards a doctorate in beating around the fucking bush. “I heard you tell your friends that it was never gonna happen with ‘movie girl’.”

Chan’s face brightens, and you can’t help but wonder what on Earth is wrong with this man. Why does he find that funny? Why is his chest moving like he’s trying not to laugh?

“And you… thought you were movie girl,” he says, nodding. “Okay. Okay – shit. I’m sorry.”

You look at him properly, now, as he indicates to the right and takes the turn that leads him down the lane to your spot. “What are you talking about?”

“I get it,” he says. “You work at the–... but you’re not movie girl. Not that movie girl.”

“Stop talking in riddles before I get out of this car, Chan. It’s too late for this shit.”

He holds a hand up as if to apologise and settles back against the head cushion, suddenly looking far more comfortable than he did thirty seconds ago. He clears his throat, running his tongue over his lips, before sucking in a breath and letting himself go on.

“You’re not movie girl,” he says again, successfully clarifying nothing. “There’s this chick I used to dance with — years back, before… God, when we were in school, like, forever ago. She moved away when we were sixteen.” As he talks, he reaches your destination and sets the car into park, before he unfastens his seatbelt and turns to face you. You do the same, shifting your weight to tuck one leg up beneath you, and with your undivided attention, he goes on. “I ran into her recently. She’s back in town now, I guess. It was like, two weeks—?”

“I’m gonna be all-over grey by the time you finish telling this story,” you interrupt, raising an eyebrow. “Can you please give me the short version?”

“Not if you want it to make sense,” Chan shrugs. Begrudgingly, you let him keep talking. “She said it would be cool to hang out, maybe catch a movie or do lunch or something — and look, I didn’t know she was asking me on a date, I thought she was just being nice, y’know? Trying to be friends, but… you weren’t working that day, it was when you had that… that stomach thing going on? And I brought you the soup my mom made, remember?”

You nod; of course you remember. At the time, you wondered why on Earth this grown man’s mother was making you food — you asked yourself whether he’d told her about you, or if she thought it was for someone else. In the end you decided he must have just been bringing you leftovers. But you’d been too worn out to start asking questions; instead, after you’d eaten, you let yourself fall asleep with your head in his lap as he patted your hair and hummed his favourite songs. You hadn’t let yourself think too deeply about it since.

“Anyway. We were sat watching the movie and she, uh,” he glances down at his lap, tips of his ears burning pink. “She put her hand, sorta, on my thigh? And then I was like, shit, I didn’t read this right, like… at all. So I moved it off and she took the hint — and after it ended I said to her, you know, I was flattered, right? But I wasn’t interested. And then I went home and got that soup and—… yeah.”

He came straight to see you. To look after you. Hell, you didn’t even fool around that night; in retrospect, it was all uncharacteristically domestic. And slowly, the pieces you’ve spent days struggling to fit together start to fall into place. It makes sense. The only question that remains is do you believe him?

Well, tell a lie.

There is one more.

“You said there was someone else,” you add quietly.

You’ll die before you admit it, but this is secretly the part that was hurting you the most.

You can’t even look him in the eye, right now; your cheeks are burning with the embarrassment of even caring. As much as you want to tell yourself that the only reason you’re pissed is just because of the dishonesty, you can only stare at yourself in the mirror and point-blank lie so many times. Someone else. You hate it.

Just the thought of him seeing somebody else, taking them out on dates, smiling at them, laughing with them, kissing them the way he kisses you, touching —

A shiver runs the length of you and you cross your arms, thrusting your sleeve-covered hands under your armpits.

Chan takes a deep breath in and exhales it slowly, like he’s blowing smoke out of his lungs. “There is,” he admits, nodding slowly, avoiding your eyes, too. “There is someone else.”

“When were you going to tell me?” You ask.

Chan doesn’t respond straight away. You don’t notice, but eventually his eyes do land back at you; it’s only when he clears his throat to get your attention that you look at him long enough to realise he’s quite deliberately staring. His lips are lifted on the right in a lopsided smile, his eyes soft as he reaches across the seats towards you. You stare blankly down at his hand until he wiggles his fingers, and you think briefly that this is the most fucked up ending to a situationship you’ve ever been through.

You drop one of your hands down and let him hold it, though, staring at his face as his thumb brushes over your knuckles and you wait for him to finally say it out loud. For him to announce that he’s fallen for somebody and that he can’t see you anymore. To put the nail in the coffin. Don’t tell me their name, you think. I don’t want to know anything about them. Please, just don’t.

“For someone so frustratingly smart, you’re really fucking dumb,” Chan says, finally, swallowing around his words and squeezing your fingers. Whatever stoic expression you had forced onto your face at the start of this conversation dissolves into irritation and you snatch your hand away from him again, letting his own fall and collide with a thunk against the handbrake.

“Oh, sorry that I didn’t realise you were sneaking around behind my back when that’s the one thing we promised we wouldn’t do,” you snap. “God. The only stupid thing I’ve done here is get involved with you in the f—”

“You’re the someone else.”

Oh.

“I’m—?”

“You.”

The admission hangs heavily between you, as does your nonsense, unfinished insult. Neither of you really know what to do with yourselves except sit perfectly still and try to somehow deal with your increasingly dry throats. When Chan moves, it’s only to turn down the heating dial when his cheeks burn a bit too hot; you appreciate it, in part due to the bead of sweat currently running down your back, but you don’t say so.

“You could have started with that,” you say weakly, wrestling with all your strength to keep even some of your cards close to your chest. It’s not working though. Your attempt to conceal your elation is a bit like throwing a single leaf on top of a bison and calling it camouflage.

Chan commits to laughing, finally, your sentiment breaking him too. Now, you do crack that smile, albeit mostly just at the sound that comes from him. It’s bright and airy, lighting his whole face up as he drops all the way back and leans against his car door, pushing his fingers through his hair. “I was trying to build to a moment! It’s not my fault you hit every branch of the anti-romantic tree on your way down.”

“I am not anti-romantic,” you scoff in protest.

“Yes — you are.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“No, you’re just an idiot.”

“Says she who didn’t realise her fuck-buddy had feelings for about six months, Jesus.”

“Chan—” You start, your voice laced with a playful warning.

“Here I was thinking I was making it completely obvious,” he rambles on.

“— oh my God, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Dropping hints left and r—” … “Huh?”

He stops short a fraction of a second after you finish, stumped and silent, frozen with everything but a little buffering symbol above his forehead. Kiss me, you said. Chan, […] just shut up and kiss me. All right, you’ve asked him to do that before, but not like this. Not as if you’ll wither away should you not get a taste of his lips this instant. It takes him some time to process it, but he does move in first, eventually. The way he always does, closing the distance between you like he’s been shot out of a cannon, one hand either side of your face, crashing feverishly against your mouth.

Every now and again, he’ll be happy to let you take charge and set the pace: mostly just if he’s feeling lazy or especially generous. Tonight isn’t one of those times, however. He holds you and kisses you possessively, like you’re his, like this is how he finally gets to lay claim on you, licking between your gasp-parted lips after he moans straight into your mouth. He’s spearmint sweet, edged with that one cherry flavoured chapstick he stockpiles as he grins up against you, rolling his body fluidly with every separation for air, every changing angle.

He pulls your sweatshirt up over your head and throws it down into the footwell on the passenger side, straight away hurrying to kiss you hungrily again, hands cupping your neck. His tongue is in your mouth once more, there’s no way you could possibly differentiate your breaths from his: you’re one, in every way you can be with your clothes still on, but it’s not enough.

“Want you,” you whimper as he nips at your bottom lip and pleasure rushes through you from head to toe.

“You’ve got me,” he groans with his eyes still closed. “I’m all yours.”

“No,” you insist, whimpering when his cute little nose drags across your cheek until he’s pressing hot kisses to your jawline. “I— fuck—” He suckles on the sweet spot below your ear and your spine tingles, head tilting to give him better access. “Chan, I want you.”

Chan settles back from you, his usually bright, sparkling eyes now darkened with desire. All he gives you is a singular glance sideways, but you know exactly what he’s suggesting. You nod, breathing deep, biting the inside of your cheek; he turns off the headlights and it’s all systems go.

There’s a rush to scramble into the back of the car. Chan takes the keys out the ignition and climbs through the gap in the seats; you opt for the less hazardous approach of getting out of the vehicle entirely and re-entering it instead. Not that it bothers him — no sooner is the door closed behind you, Chan’s hands are on your hips and he pulls you on top of him, your leg knocking the dahlias off the leather and onto the floor in the process. You gasp and glance down but he averts your attention with two fingers under your chin, guiding you to look back at him.

“What? You think this is the last time I’ll bring you flowers?” He asks, capturing your lips as he leans up to you; at the same time, his hands drop low and he starts to slide open the buttons down the front of your pyjama shirt. “Baby, m’gonna get you so many more.”

You sigh at the affectionate name, at the change in its use; until now, Chan has only called you baby while he’s buried inside you, bruising you inside and out with sharp thrusts and rough-gripping fingers. But as much as you can feel him growing hard against the inside of your thigh while you try to get comfortable, one knee planted either side of his hips, you can’t help but feel as if this time, it means something different.

(He’s had feelings for six months: it always meant what it does, now. You know that, deep down.)

Somewhere in amongst the never-ending sloppy kisses and constantly travelling hands, you manage to strip both his jacket and T-shirt off him and you’re pressed bare-chest-to-bare-chest with Chan, feeling every little hitch of his breath in his lungs, every thump of his heartbeat, every tiny increase in the temperature of his skin. Your desperate search for friction between your legs has you rolling your hips down against his hard-on, drawing grunts and making him squeeze at your tits when you rock against him the right way. His head eventually drops to your chest and he replaces one hand with his mouth, freeing his fingers to slide down the front of your pyjama bottoms.

It’s honestly rarer for Chan to get straight to the point than it is for him to tease you a little first, so when he flattens his palm against you and brushes his fingertips over your already aching clit, you let out a squeak of surprise. He shivers, releasing your nipple from between his teeth for a moment; once he’s collected a little more arousal to ease the friction, he continues to rub at the bud, slowly building the pressure inside you.

“No panties?” He asks, struggle clear in the roughness of his voice.

“I was in bed,” you gasp, eyes rolling back. It’s for the best that it happens out of pleasure, really, because you’re not sure you’d be able to stop yourself rolling them in exasperation at his remark otherwise. You shuffle a little, lifting yourself up on your knees more, breath hitching when he uses the newly granted space to dip his hand lower and press a finger against your hole. “Please, Chan — this can’t be comfy— just…”

“S’fine” he argues, shaking his head, despite the fact that the angle of his wrist is actually kind of painful, right now. The truth is that he can’t bring himself to care: not when he can smell your fabric softener on the shirt still hanging off your shoulders, the shampoo in your freshly washed hair, all so pretty mixed with the damp scent of your desire. Not when you clench around him as he slides his finger in and out of your cunt. Not when he could get you to soak all the way through these pretty satin pants.

Your arms snake around his neck as he dips a second finger inside you to join the first. The way your thighs tighten around his hips could — should — be embarrassing, the fact his sturdy lap holds you open enough for your pussy to be toyed with even more so. You almost always do this too music, too — for what might be the first time ever, you can hear every single wet sound your body makes, every hitch of your own breath, every grunt he gives even though he’s not the one being pleasured.

You don’t even realise how you’re rocking up and down against his hand until Chan licks from the base of your neck to your jaw, smirking over your pulse point and says, “gonna ride my cock this good too, baby?”

And if it was anyone else talking to you like this, you would be embarrassed. Mortified, at being so needy you’re here doing all the work for him. At the cry you give as he splits and scissors his fingers to stretch you out. But instead? You feel another rush of arousal drool out of you as you press your nails into his shoulders and nod, bouncing harder and watching how his bicep tenses up solid with the effort of keeping his arm steady for you to use.

“Wanna,” you gasp. “Want it so bad, Chan—”

Despite your pleas for this to move further, when his hand pulls back out of the elastic of your waistband, you feel like you could throttle him. The urge ebbs away when his soaked fingers press to your lips and he quirks an eyebrow at you, though — you end up suckling them clean, licking up every trace of your own slick. You lock eyes with him as you do, slumping on your thighs so your drenched core sits right over his tweaking length, the seam of your pants giving just enough friction to your clit for it to feel good as you grind down on him again.

“Get those off,” he instructs, trying to sound hard and dominant. Which would work, perhaps, if his voice didn’t crack in the middle of the sentence. “Now.”

Even though you’re overcome with a need to tease him, the desire you have to be split open on his length outweighs it, so you do as you’re told and hold it in for later. It’s not easy, but you manage to manipulate yourself in his lap to work the satin down your thighs and past your knees. He helps you tug them the rest of the way past your ankles and feet, shoves them onto the floor — Chan’s hands settle back on your hips and yours skim down his stomach at the same time, fingers grazing over the little hairs that trail from his bellybutton down into his jeans.

“Can I?” You ask, playing already with his belt buckle.

He hums assent and you slip it all the way open, tugging as he moves his hips underneath you so you can pull it free from the loops. Between you, you manage to get his jeans unfastened, to pull both them and his boxer shorts down over his ass and to his knees; finally, fucking finally, his cock sits pretty and leaking and free between your stomach and his. It’s getting cold in the car now the heating isn’t on, but you’re already burning up in anticipation for him to ruin you; the way his abs ripple as he takes his shaft into his hand and strokes himself a couple of times to prepare tells you he’s in the same boat.

It’s like clockwork, from here. You shift into position as easily as you settle into bed after a long day. Chan rubs his tip through your folds, feels the warmth of you and hisses through his teeth with fluttering eyes. Just like always. This never changes. He can’t ever get enough of that first feeling of his cock against your pussy: it’s like the first hit of a blunt, like the first sip of a cold beer, the first full-body stretch early in the morning. He’s sure it’s what arriving at the gates of heaven must feel like.

You sink down onto him slowly, fluttering around his tip and stilling to give you both a moment to get used to the feeling. He’s thick inside you. Thicker than his pretty, dainty fingers have ever been able to stretch you enough for. Even as wet as you are, you still need to suck a deep breath into your lungs before you can relax your hips further and let your heat swallow him all the way to his base.

Chan’s head is tipped back in pleasure, he’s biting his lip at the sting of your nails pressing hard into the back of his neck. He loves it, though — loves how the pain shoots in waves down his spine, how it tingles in his brain, how he knows you need to anchor yourself this way or you’ll lose control. He kneads at your ass as you sit against his thighs, listening to you whimpering at how deep he is inside you.

“So fucking tight around me still,” Chan groans, focusing all his willpower into keeping his hips down on the leather beneath him. “Shit, baby — you feel so good…” His neck softens and his head drops forward again as you start to move, rising and falling over and over. He kisses your throat and down to your collarbones while you work up to a rhythm, sliding his palms up your back, hugging you close to him.

He isn’t even the one putting in the hard work, but within minutes of this, his soft, fluffy hair clings to his forehead. A light sheen of sweat makes him radiant under the moonlight breaking through the trees. He’s breathing heavily, the top of his toned chest painted a soft pink — you don’t think he could possibly look prettier. Not until he cups your jaw with his hands and you look upwards: you land on his smiling face, those plush, swollen lips, his devilish but sweetly glittering eyes. The sight of him, looking at you like you’re some kind of Goddess, makes your pussy tighten and your tiring hips stutter. You slip your pyjama top all the way off your arms and curl your fingers into his hair, meeting him in an open-mouthed kiss, through which you’re both just beaming.

You’ve never kissed him this much. When it all started out, you sort of had a rule against it, but now? Neither of you can stop. As he starts to fuck up into you, taking the reins and letting your burning thighs rest, he keeps your face steady with his hands and freely allows his lips to slide against yours. It’s not refined. It can’t be. Not with how hard and fast his movements quickly become, not with the onslaught of curses and moans and babbled praise coming from the both of you. One particularly sharp thrust makes you yelp out a squeak of his name and he just swallows it down, making a point to keep aiming for— and hitting— that same spot inside you. You’re a mess.

He could do this all night. When your orgasm bubbles inside you and he starts pinching at one of your nipples, sending you over the edge, he’s nowhere near finished. Even though your cunt massages at his length, throbbing and pulsing through your climax; even though your voice is so high by now that only dogs can hear you; even though you nearly collapse on top of him with almost all your weight in his lap, and he has to work twice as hard to keep this going, he barely slows. He definitely doesn’t stop.

“You can gimme one more, right sweetheart?” He asks, grunting into your neck. “Always feels so fucking good when you come.” You choke up an ‘mhm’, to which he responds by slipping a hand between your bodies and down to where you’re connected. His thumb presses against your clit again — not moving, just applying enough pressure to make you stutter when you say his name.

Your thighs are still twitching when you try to lift yourself a little, try to meet his movements as he chases his orgasm too. The “problem” with Chan is that his stamina is otherworldly. You couldn’t keep up if you wanted to.

“Relax,” he says, tensing his jaw, doing the opposite himself. “Fuck — lie down.”

It’s pretty cramped and hard to move, but you lift yourself off him and only slightly lament at the sudden emptiness between your legs. There isn’t time to get too upset, however: moments after you get comfortable on your back, Chan shoves his jeans the rest of the way down and stands with one knee planted on the seats, lifting one of your ankles up to rest it on his shoulder. He slips back inside you easily then, gripping around your calf to keep you both steady. From the word go, his pace is relentless. You scrabble around for something to hold onto but the entire car seems to melt away; you ball your hands into fists at your sides instead, your eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Mm-mm. Look at me,” Chan hums, tightening his grip on your leg. “Wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You obey, opening your lids to look up at him while he pounds into you hard enough to make the car shake. Over, and over, and over, and over. Rougher. Faster. For how long? Who even knows. All you’re truly aware of is how good it feels. How the windows grow foggy with the steam of your laboured breaths. How his sweat mingles with your own.

When his fingers on the other hand get reacquainted with your clit, when he bites down on his bottom lip, when his thrusts start to get messier and more erratic and the veins in his arms start to bulge out, you know he’s getting close. He doesn’t need to tell you out loud. The smirk he wears speaks for itself.

“Where d’you want it, baby?” He asks you, pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

“In— mmh, in-…side me—” you stammer, hips jolting as you near your second orgasm to match his first. “Please, Chan — want it all…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah—”

Well, he must’ve been holding himself back something spectacular, because a few thrusts later you watch all of his muscles contract as he tips over the edge, and you go hurtling with him. It’s all so much. All your nerve endings feel like they’re on fire and your vision starts to blur at the edges; it’s not long before you have to close your eyes to shut one of your overworked senses out, completely. Your muscles are sore. Your throat hurts. Even your lungs ache.

God, he hasn’t gone that hard in so long, you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can barely speak — it’s going to take you a week to recover from this, minimum.

He stills deep inside you, feeling his cock throb with the last pumps of his release. Your leg slips off his shoulder and your foot lands down with a thud onto the car’s (thankfully clean) floor; he bends forward to kiss you, still breathing heavily against your lips. You’ve come over completely boneless and reaching up to thread your fingers into his hair again feels like running a marathon at sprint pace. You’d fall asleep right here, right now, if you could, but with sweat cooling rapidly against your skin, you know that’s probably not up there as one of your finest ideas.

“You really think getting involved with me was stupid?” Chan asks, nudging your nose with the tip of his own. He’s never been less serious than this in his entire life, which stops you feeling too bad when you lightly slap at his rock solid chest and try to push him off you.

“Yes,” you lie, attempting to reach to the ground for your pyjama shirt while he grips your chin and attacks you with tiny little pecks all over your face. “Stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

(Chan chuckles to himself and thinks that he’s quite happy to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, really. He can stay that way, as long as you promise never to stop.)

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hyperactive-cowboy · 5 months

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Ok so I've never posted nor let someone else read any of my stories, so this is a little of a bet with myself but the christmas vibe in me is really strong this year, plus I started to hardly ship those two lately, so here we go.

I'd like you to let me know if there are any mistakes or if it sucks but don't be too harsh loves i'm not a native english speaker. Also the other two chapters (if I'll still be in the vibe) will surely be released before 2024. ENJOYYY

I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door

Warnings: just fluff and angst

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary: AU where Lando is away and Oscar misses him while he prepares a christmas party to surprise his boyfriend, but someone other makes an even bigger surprise for him.

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It wasn't the first time he woke up near a cold pillow and an empty space, he was used to it.

But still, every time he opened his eyes, surrounded by his smell, he wished to find him playing with his hair, smiling, even snoring. The only thing that mattered was that he was there.

Lando had flown away the week before to film some stupid Christmas videos for his stupid work in that stupid team.

Couldn't they film the videos while the season wasn't over yet? Absolutely no! They had to take him away from him the Christmas week.

Oscar turned around and crawled out of the bed, taking the jacket Lando used every winter morning to feel warmer. He almost never felt cold, but the familiar presence on his shoulders warmed his heart. And also he wasn't ready to leave behind the smell of chocolate and cinnamon Lando's pillow had.

He took his phone and unlocked it to see the notifications: two were from Lando (his usual "good morning" with one of his smile's pic and a big red heart), three were from Logan (who asked him if they could meet up for launch to organize the christmas party they have been talking about for a few months) and one from his boss (asking him if he could do an exchange of shifts on thursday).

Oscar answered first his boss with a "yes", and then a "yes" to Logan, for last answered his boyfriend with a "morning love❤️".

Oscar decided it was the moment to be productive, so he did breakfast and then got washed. He took a notepad and a blue pen, starting to write down some ideas for later.

After some time of brainstorming, he took his phone again and texted Lando to know if he could call him in the next few minutes.

As an answer, his phone immediately started to ring with the special ringtone he had set for when his boyfriend called him.

"Hey" as Oscar heard that stupidly sweet voice he started smiling.

"Hey"

Awkward silence

"Hi" Lando laughed.

"Hi. How is it going?"

"Everything's okay. We should film the last bit this noon, then the editing and last the return trip, and then i'll be home again"

There was a background noise, but Oscar didn't mind it.

"So you think you'll be home tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ehm… no actually I don't think I'll see you at least until friday"

"Friday??" Oscar was shocked. Usually Lando was away for not even a whole week. This time they would've taken him away for nine days. Another four days before touching his soft curls and hug him.

Oscar snorted and Lando laughed softly.

"I swear it won't feel this long. I lov-"

"Lando?"

No answers

"Hey are you there?"

Again no sounds from his phone.

He hung up and sent a message to Lando asking him what happened.

Oscar turned off his phone and looked at the clock on the wall in front of him.

He had to hurry. He was late. He was never late and the few times he had been it was all Lando's fault. Well, this time could also be considered Lando's fault.

His cell lit up for a new notification but Oscar was too busy getting ready to notice it.

He took the phone, the keys and the paper sheet with the party's ideas and rushed out of his house to lock it.

Once in the car, Oscar acknowledged the way he was dressed: a simple pair of gray sweatpants and one of Lando's hoodies. He sighed but then left out a soft laugh: this was one of the reasons why he loved having a boyfriend who wore the same size as him, having a double closet.

"You are late" is the first thing Logan says to his life-long friend

"Hey it's a pleasure to see you too"

"I've been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes" Logan opens his eyes wide to confirm his statement.

"Hey slow down I already have some ideas"

Oscar grabbed the sheet and exposed all his ideas to his friend.

They should've only launched together but the meeting lasted until half past four.

They had everything ready. Now they only needed to call their friends to invite them over.

Only after coming back home, he read Lando's text: sorry the line went dead, call me again when you can ❤ ️.

Of course Lando knew he was busy with this party organization thing, so he would've waited for him.

Oscar couldn't call him that exact moment, so he decided that the second he walked through his house's door he would've written a note on his fridge to remind himself to call his boyfriend as fast as possible.

If his calculus were correct, Lando would've landed at the airport two days after the party, the 23rd of the month. Just right in time with the Christmas celebration at his parent's.

He was mentally destroyed by the fact that Lando wouldn't have been with him at the party, but it has already been postponed enough.

Passing by the fridge not giving it even a look, Oscar selected the first person he was sure he wanted at the party.

Well, if he couldn't have his boyfriend there, he would at least have his boyfriend's best friend.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" he hears Max's voice through the phone as brilliant as in real life.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asks directly, he has a lot of people to call and a little time to do it.

"But isn't Lando away?"

"Yeah, we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore"

Max lightly giggled. Oscar couldn't tell why, but he imagined it was because of something that was happening there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there"

"K, thanks mate. And you can come with who you want"

"Great, thanks. Bye"

After Max hung up, Oscar called a lot of the other members of the grid and some other friends, giving them the same instruction as he did before. He didn't mind calling Charles though 'cause he knew he would've come with Max (Verstappen).

When he controlled the clock for the 100th time, it was too late to have a snack, so he decided to start preparing dinner.

He was also used to cooking. Lando wasn't a total mess at it, but a little gremlin menace yes.

He took out of the freezer a couple of vegan burgers and some strange vegetable his mum was obsessed with (which he didn't remember the name of).

Closing the freezer, he got up. His sight arrived perfectly at the same height as the note he had taken before, but totally forgot about.

Oscar took a pan for the burgers and a pot for the vegetables so fast he was about to fall into the drawer. Started cooking his dinner and rushed out of the kitchen to call Lando.

"Honey I'm so so sorry I didn't call you earlier, I know it's late where you are now. You were probably asleep and I woke you up but I got so invested in this damn thing I even forgot to have a snack mid invites"

"Woah slow down there Flash. No worries, here's just two hours later than there, I just got back to my room" Lando laughed.

Oscar sighed in relief. Lando was already under enough stress, he didn't want to add to that by interrupting his sleep schedule. Although he knew his boyfriend wasn't picky when it came to places to sleep.

"Oh okay sorry. Didn't want to upset you"

"No way. You could never"

Even if Lando couldn't see him, Oscar blushed. Maybe it was a good thing Lando wasn't there with him.

"Oh thanks then. Anyway I called everybody who was on the list and got everything ready"

"Well done, did everybody confirm?"

"Mm…" Oscar checked his notes and answered with a "nope", popping the "p".

"Pierre and Daniel are not sure, but everybody else will be here" Oscar explained.

"Good. Even Max said yes?"

"Don't know which one you are asking about but yes, both of them said so"

For the nth time that day Oscar felt dumb not knowing the reason for some things that happened to him (ex. Max laughing at him on the phone) and felt even dumber thinking about those things. Of course people had their own lives beside him.

He was pretty sure it was the loneliness speaking in his mind. Still he decided to give an answer to one of those questions

"Lando, why did the line die like that before? It looked like you entered some galleries" he asked to test the waters.

"Uhm… Yeah actually there was a black out, so I think it was its fault"

"Oh okay, sorry" Oscar felt even more stupider now.

"I just wanted to hear your voice" he admitted.

"Hey baby I miss you too" Lando whispered to him.

That sentence melted his heart. He was literally dying to see his boyfriend again, and couldn't wait for Friday to arrive.

The day had arrived.

That early morning he and Logan had met to prepare his house and give him the keys, given the fact that from 10am to 4pm he would have been at work.

Max had insisted on helping them out and insidied into his house nearly earlier than his best friend.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to" Max assured him.

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it"

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan entered the conversation.

He and Max weren't even that close, but still they were playing against him as a team.

"Okay then. Just don't burn down my home please. I would like it to be still in one piece when I come back" and with this sentence he left his house, shaking a little, in the hands of two feral menaces.

One part of him was even glad for them because he didn't think he would have made it to the night if he had to do everything by himself.

Oscar wrapped the christmas-themed scarf around his neck and prayed to every deity to let him have a peaceful day.

When Oscar got in the elevator that took him to his house he could already hear the last notes of "Santa tell me" and was almost relieved to have the certainty that the apartment was the same as how he left it. Just with some more decorations, music and lights.

Oscar slowly opened the door, being scared of something jumping on him, but instead got nearly blinded.

His two friends didn't prepare anything to scare him, but they did put up a whole lot of multicolored led lights on his ceiling.

Every piece of furniture was embellished by red, green or white christmas balls and fancy ribbons. Even the rug in his living room has changed from a neutral striped one to a "light up says one christmas tree to another". The joke wasn't even funny, but still it made him smile. They had maneged to even find a piece of mistletoe to hang under the door.

And as if he couldn't be more shocked than that, when Oscar entered his kitchen he was surprised by an extended variety of food, from olives and other snacks to a delicious-looking cake, from a not-cooked-yet roast to at least a hundred chocolate cookies with gingerbread man drawn on them.

Even more shocking was the sight of Max with a Santa stiled apron and cookie dough all over his face, while Logan was singing "Last Christmas" not getting even one note.

"What in the world you two" Oscar exclaimed.

The two friends fastly turned towards him. They hadn't heard him coming in and were a little scared at first by that reaction.

Logan and Max looked at each other not knowing what was happening, and the american instinctively stood up in front of his new friend to try and protect him.

Oscar jumped on Max and Logan, but not to hurt him. He really wanted to give them a hug. So he did.

It felt strange for him to hug someone who wasn't his parents or his sisters. Even when it was Lando doing it, it felt weird the first times (and still did a bit, to be fair).

"Thank you for everything" Oscar said when he felt his friends get comfortable in his arms.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max replied.

Oscar was on the verge of tears. For him this act mattered more than a thousand words.

Not knowing what to say, he just squeezed his friends even more.

The last guest had arrived. At the end, neither of the hypothetical two more guests could come.

Pierre had already flown away to France to spend the holidays with his family and Danny was spending his first Christmas with his girlfriend's parents (he was so nervous when he gave Oscar an answer).

The party was being wonderful until then.

Everything was at their place, all the people that mattered to him (to them) were there, all the food were cooked and ready, the music was loud but joyful and even the smell was fantastic: chocolate and gingerbread. Even Charles -in that ugly jumper- was there, he came with Max (Verstappen), like Oscar thought. So Christmas coded. Perfect.

There was just one thing missing: him. Lando.

Oscar thought about sending him a video or a picture, but then looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 10PM. Too late to try. The next day Lando would've started his return to home and he needed to be ready and rested for that.

He'd have just taken some pics and videos and sent them to Lando the next day.

Oscar decided it wasn't the right time to get sad and that he could have cried about it later that night, maybe with a mug filled with hot chocolate or a big bottle of gin.

He put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and started chatting with Liam and some other friends from F2 and F3.

Oscar was suspicious of Max. He was surely going to do something crazy in some way. It was at least the eleventh time he had gone to the kitchen that night without a reason -all the food was in the living room and they had also bought a mini fridge and wrapped a big red ribbon around it just so they DIDN'T have to always go to the kitchen to take the drinks.

Oscar followed his friend and peeked from outside the door and saw Max giggling and jumping like a schoolgirl while he was texting someone on his phone.

Like literally. He was coordinating little jumps on the spot and moving his arms.

He was so stunned by the scene before him he didn't even realize his friend wasn't watching the phone anymore.

"Hey man no one ever told you to not overhear?" Max scolded him with a strange look on his face.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to-" his friend had closed the door in front of his face. HIS door of HIS kitchen in front of HIS face. And didn't even stutter. Because he was distracted by Max acting like some teen.

If possible, Oscar was even more astonished.

He turned around still with his mouth a little open. He headed to the drinks table and took the one which looked the most alcoholic.

If he couldn't have neither his boyfriend nor his house for his own, at least he would've gotten drunk.

He surely got drunk.

That one drink was followed by many others, every single one with a different color and taste. Some more alcoholic than others.

Oscar wanted to find someone to get absolutely wasted with. Someone like one of his oldest friends. Someone like Logan.

In fact, Oscar hadn't seen Logan for a while now.

He stood up from the armchair he had fallen into earlier and all the room around him started to rotate, "Jingle bell rock" in the speakers more powerful than ever.

He took just one step, then he felt like he was flying. Oscar didn't know how it happened but a moment later he was faceplanted in the sofa cushion.

"Mate what the-" Oscar heard a familiar voice and then two hands took him by his arms and helped him get up.

A blond lock of hair shone in Oscar's face and finally the voice and hands had also a face and a name.

"Ehy, what are you doing?" Logan sounded worried. Why was he worried? Oscar really couldn't tell. Everything was going the right way.

"It's going to be a mess" Logan looked from his right to his left and then did it again, trying to find a solution to a problem Oscar didn't even understand.

"'m kay. No worries jus lemme sit" he didn't even have the time to bend, he immediately felt transported towards the exit of the room.

"C'mon I'm helping you get ready, you shouldn't resist so much" Logan dragged him into the bathroom and opened the tap.

He stood Oscar up "I'm sorry mate" Logan said just before pushing his head right under the coldest water he had ever felt on his body.

Suddenly Oscar's irises contracted and his brain resumed part of his normal functions. He pushed away from the sink but instantly had to bow on the toilet.

When he got up and watched himself in the mirror, he was sure he had never looked this bad. His longer-than-usual hair was glued to his forehead, his skin glowed with sweat and water, half of his shirt was covered in vomit while the other one was soaked with alcohol.

Oscar thanked his best friend and opened the door, heading to the living room murmuring about needing to kick out all those people.

"No no no mate, what are you doing? We need to change your clothes and get read-" Logan talked so fastly he nearly stumbled on his words, taking Oscar by his arm and trying to move him towards the closet in his bedroom.

"Nope, I'm ending this party in ten minutes, you can stay if you want but everybody else needs to exit now. I'm not in the conditions to continue this"

"But- but you can't" Logan sounded desperate. "Okay well you can, just- just change your shirt. This one is so dirty I can't even look at it"

Oscar took another look at himself and had to admit his friend was right.

A clean and fragrant white shirt later, Oscar was entering his living room with the intention of guiding everybody out of his house.

One step in the room, the sound of his doorbell rang in the air.

Max Fewtrell ran out of the kitchen (why was he still in there?) with a crazy smile.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced directly to Oscar, inviting him to open the door.

His guest? Oh yeah the one Oscar had told him he could take with himself. But why would someone arrive this late to a party? He had no idea, but still he went to the door, opening it without even looking who was ringing through the peephole.

Oscar was drunk. Wasted even. It was surely an image created by his flooded brain to make fun of him, but when he looked around to see if anyone else could see his vision, he was hit by a hundred flash lights.

So it wasn't just his imagination.

Lando. His boyfriend. Was really on one knee in front of him, out of his door.

#f1 #formula 1 #oscar piastri #lando norris #max fewtrell #logan sargeant #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #landoscar fic #oscar piastrixlando norris #f1 fluff #f1 angst

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telekineticseance · 1 year

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BRAVEST FACE

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: matt invites you to go on a mini vacation (fifth part to circumstances)

genre: fluff

word count: 1026

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet

author's note: i’m sorry

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

It was now Thursday, despite it being apart of your job, you and Matt would hardly say a word to each other when you'd go into the office. He would just give you a list of things to do in exchange for his coffee, and then when you were finished, he'd send you home. Normally when he'd send you home you'd object but it was different now. Anytime you exchanged glances, the kiss would replay in your mind. The feeling of his lips against yours.

You sat on your couch, watching some random show from Netflix you decided to put on. You just started it and weren't paying much attention because all you could think about was Matt. He kissed you. That was the key thought through all of this. You had thought about kissing him, but he was the one who kissed you. Who knows what could've happened if Trey hadn't knocked on the door?

You jumped from the sound of your phone ringing as you looked down to see the called ID was the man himself. You hovered your finger over the answer option, knowing it could be important but could you bring yourself to have a conversation?

You slowly answered and lifted the phone to your ear, "Hello?" Matt let out a small sigh from the other end before speaking up, "I have a business trip to go on. I need you to come with me."

Your eyes widened softly at his comment, expecting him to at least say something. "A business trip? Where?"

"Colorado. Trey and I have to go to Casa Bonita for a soft opening event. It's kind of like a test opening with just a few people. Most of the crew will go, but I wanted you to go. With me."

"With you?" You repeated the words to him, and he chuckled slightly, "Not with me. But like with me."

Your voice dropped a little bit with disappointment but you tried to mask it, "Oh yeah. Um..yeah I can do that. It's my job after all." You sat up more straight on the couch, pausing the show on the TV before Matt started talking again, "Okay well..be ready by 8am tomorrow morning. The opening is tomorrow night and we're leaving the day after that. But I wanted to give you time to do a little sight seeing and maybe some shopping before we went to the opening. If that works for you?"

You nodded before responding, "Yeah that sounds good. I'll meet you at the airport by 8?"

"No it's alright. I can come get you if you're okay with that."

"Yeah that's fine. I'll be ready by 8 then."

He said his goodbye before hanging up, the silence resonating in the room. You didn't know how you could handle being on a plane with him for a few hours, and you especially didn't know how you would handle going to an event with him, and everyone from the office as well. But the best you could do was put on a brave face and do your job. Right?

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The next morning you finished packing up the last few things you needed before receiving a text from Matt saying he had arrived right at 8. You took a deep breath as you looked one last time in the mirror before grabbing your small duffel bag and leaving the apartment, locking the door behind you. You took the elevator down to the bottom floor and walked slowly to Matt’s car, each step feeling heavier as you got closer. When you arrived at the car, Matt was waiting outside with the trunk open, and helped you put your bag next to his before you both got into the car.

The car ride to the airport was quiet, and the air felt so heavy you thought you were going to choke. It was even worse than the night Matt picked you up from the bar. At least while you were riding in silence he was glancing at you, now he just kept his eyes on the road as he held the wheel with both hands, not even bothering to drum his fingers to the music. You took a deep breath, hesitating to speak, break the silence, maybe just get the air cleared before you arrived at the airport. Maybe fix things.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” You squeaked out, barely making it above a whisper. Matt glanced at you before turning down the music, “Hm?”

“Are we. Going to talk. About what happened?” You asked, louder now. Matt thought for a moment, keeping his eyes on the road, his fists tightening slightly on the wheel, “What do you mean?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his question, “What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? Are we gonna talk about Monday? What happened on Monday?”

Matt shrugged, “I don’t know what you mean. When you got sick and had to leave early?” He told you, continuing to stare forward at the road ahead. You felt your stomach drop to your ass as he said this, he wasn’t actually serious was he?

“What do you mean I got sick?”

He chuckled slightly, “Well you were looking at the paperwork, and then Trey came in, and then you said you weren’t feeling well and left.” He glanced over at you, his face serious.

“So nothing happened between us?” You asked, not believing what he was saying. He fucking kissed you, and now he’s acting as if nothing happened. Like his tongue wasn’t down your throat. Like it was something you should forget about.

He’s shook his head while shrugging and you frowned slightly before turning to look out the window, placing your fingers against your lips softly, “Oh.”

You kept silent as you continued to ride to the airport with Matt, his music continuing in the background. You didn't know what to say or what to do. He was acting as if the kiss didn't happen and despite how much you wish you could've done the same, you couldn't. You just...couldn't.

updated a/n: next part

#how we feelin #i'm sorry #love you guys though :)#matt stone #matt stone x reader

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Four

Thursday 7:30 PM

I stood at the counter flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing up to the movie that was playing on the TVs around the store. It had been a slow fucking night; nobody wanted to be out while there was a killer on the loose. Randy was in the back where the adult only section was. I don't even want to think about what he might be doing back there besides putting returns back. I had driven myself to work tonight since I had gone home right after school.

*ring…ring…ring*

I sighed and grabbed the phone from beside me. "Bradley Video," I answered. "Hello, yn." I stood up straight, "um…hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked. There was silence for a few seconds before the person answered. Something in my gut was screaming at me that this wasn't someone calling to ask about a movie or how late we were open tonight. "What's your favorite scary movie?" They asked. I sighed heavily, "Barney. Bye now," I said, annoyed.

"Don't you fucking hang up on me or you'll come home to find your sister the same way you found your whore of a mother!" My whole body tensed, "who is this?" I asked. I looked around the store and out the windows. "Better question is where am I?" they said. "Okay, then where are you?" I asked. More silence. My gut was telling me to rush home and check on Sidney. "Watching your sister sleeping on the couch. Let's play a game," they said.

"What kind of game?" I asked. He darkly chuckled, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you get them wrong Sidney dies and her blood redecorates your living room." I could feel my pulse pick up, my hands were starting to slightly shake. "Fine. Ask your fucking questions," I said. He hummed and I could just see the smirk that probably spread across his face.

"The category is horror movies. First question: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "Mrs. Voorhees. I thought these were going to be fucking hard," I said. "Looks like she lives for now. Second question: In the Exorcist, what is the Demon’s name?" He asked. I had to think for a couple seconds. The movie wasn't my favorite but it also wasn't bad. "Pazuzu." I heard a low growl? Was this motherfucker growling? "What's the matter? Pissed you can't stump me?" I asked.

"Third question: Am I inside or outside the house?" My stomach dropped and my heart slammed against my ribcage. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He laughed. Like he actually fucking laughed! "Can you get here in time, yn? Let's find out." He hung up after that and I rushed around the counter and ran to the back. I ran into Randy on the way to the break room to get my keys. "Whoa! What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" I pushed him out of the way and went straight to my bag.

Once my hand grabbed a hold of it I rushed back to the front of the store. "Wait, yn! Where are you going?!" Randy yelled. "I have to go, he's at the house!" I ran out the door and got in my car leaving Randy standing at the door confused. I sped out of town and within five minutes I was pulling onto Elm Street. I pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and rushed to the front door.

"Fuck!" The door was locked. I ran around the porch, up the stairs to the upper deck and to the stairs that lead to the top floor. I tried that door but it was locked too. "Fuck!" I looked up and cringed. "Good thing I don't ever lock my fucking window." I climbed up to the room and carefully made my way to my bedroom window. Pushing it up I climbed in and rushed over to my door when I heard Sidney scream.

I swung my door open and saw someone in a black cloak slammed into her door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. I grabbed the baseball bat by my door. His head snapped towards me. I spun the bat in my hand, "three seconds to back the fuck away from my sister's room before I beat your fucking head in." Now don't get me wrong I was fucking terrified and I know I'm being fucking stupid threatening a killer but I was not going to let him near Sidney.

My grip tightened on the bat as my hands started to shake. He turned his body completely towards me. I noticed the knife in hand. The white ghostface mask was fucking creepy. His head tilted like he didn't expect me to show up. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he bolted down the stairs. I wanted to vomit. I looked over the railing and heard the door slam shut. "What the fuck."

I walked over to Sidney's room after a few minutes when she came running out. "Sid?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her down the stairs. When I looked behind me I saw Billy coming out of her room calling her name. We made eye contact and his eyes widened like he wasn't expecting to see me too just like the killer didn't expect to see me. When Sidney opened the door she yelped, making me jump. Dewey was there holding the white ghostface mask in his hand.

We were outside Dewey asking us questions about what happened. Sidney was sitting in the ambulance that was there and I was leaning up against it, the bat still in my hand. Two other police officers brought Billy out in handcuffs, putting him in the back seat of the police car. He kept saying Sidney's name until Sheriff Burke showed up then he was telling him to call his dad. "Oh, my god, Sidney!" I looked over to see Tatum running over to us. "Are you okay? Yn, what're you doing here I thought you were at work?" She was looking between us.

"I was until I got a call from the killer threatening Sindey," I said. Dewey tried to move her out of the way and she pulled away from him. "She's staying with us. Their dad's away for the weekend. And yn too if you want to," she said. "Does mom know?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, "yes, doofus." I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Babe!" I pushed off the ambulance to see Stu running over to me. "Stu? What're you doing here?" I asked.

Dewey was leading Sidney to his jeep and Stu watched as the car with Billy in it drove past us. Then Dewey and Tatum left. "I was going to come over and try to convince you to come stay with me while your dad is gone. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?" He asked. He started to look me up and down for any injuries when I saw Gale making her way towards us. "I'll explain in the car, come on." I pulled him towards his car as Gale yelled my name. "Fucknl off!" I slammed the door shut and Stu drove off towards the station.

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Survive - HOTD Zombie Apocalypse AU - Reader X HOTD

Warnings: death, destruction, zombies, character death, animal death, horror

A/n: I love this AU so much it came to me last night and I just wrote. If you want a second part please let me know ok ✅

@valeskafics here’s the first part :D

Part 2

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It was a normal Thursday morning in Westeros. I was in my calculus class at Kings Landing university when everyone's phones started going off.

“What's going on?” I ask the professor.

“They say people are getting sick, like really sick and they’re telling people to stay indoors,” Jason Lannister says while running a hand through his hair.

“Class dismissed,” our professor tells us. We all calmly walk out of the classroom. Once I make it to the parking lot I sprint to my car and drive home.

When I make it back to my shared apartment I immediately start calling my parents. They pick up on the second ring.

“Oh thank god, are you guys ok?” I ask while checking all the cupboards since I may be here for a while.

“Yes sweetheart, we’re fine. We're gonna head up to your grandfather's cabin in winterfell until all this blows over, if you can we would like you to meet us there. We love you!”

“I love you too, I'll try and meet you there but no promises, who knows this could blow over in a couple of days,” I say while smiling to myself “I love you both, I'll see you soon”.

“We love you both too,” she says as she ends the call.

When our conversation is done I go looking for supplies, thank god me and Heleana are always going to the store and buying things in bulk. Seems we will be able to last a month or two with our stock of food and water. I hear the key turn the lock and look to see Heleana and I notice she's got her boyfriend and my cousin Cregan Stark with her.

“Have you seen the news yet?” I ask just as they come in giggly.

“Huh?” Heleana oblivious to what’s happening asks with a smile on her face but the smile drops once she sees the worry on my face, “No, Cregan and I were just driving around campus, why what’s going on?”

Instead of answering I turn the tv on, “If you are just joining us, we have been advised to inform all of king's landing to stay indoors, a possible virus has been discovered, it is a fast acting virus, symptoms show a mere 8 hours after initial infection and death comes after 4 days. We advise all residents to stay inside. May the seven watch over us all, gods bless”

“I have to call my family,” Heleana says while walking to her bedroom, Cregan following shortly after, mumbling the same.

I fall down to the couch, putting my head into my hands, just breathe Y/n just breathe.

Heleana exits her room, shaken and it seems she’s been crying.

“I just got off the phone with my, with my mom. M-my dads sick, they think he got the virus they are talking about, they’re gonna stay with him in the city, um but since my brothers and cousins haven’t been home they want them to stay with us,” she says sniffling, “Only if that is ok with you? I-it should only be for a few days until the government says it’s ok”.

“Hel, we’ve been friends since childhood, I don’t mind taking in your siblings and cousins,” I say pulling her into a hug, “we have more than enough food and water to last us, plus my parents are at the cabin,” I say looking at Cregan, “If worse comes to worse, which I’m sure it won’t, we can always take do the drive up to winterfell, there will be more supplies, water and weapons”.

When I pull out of the hug there is a knock at the door making all of us jump.

Heleana opens the door, eight people standing in the doorway with their luggage, we rush them all inside, hugs ensued, tears.

“You guys will be safe here, now I suggest we barricade the doors, you never know, quarantines make people a little crazy” I say while moving the coffee table in front of the door. Aegon and Aemond begin to help me move the furniture as Jace consoles his siblings.

And now we wait.

Quarantine day 5: it’s been 5 days since we’ve been in quarantine here in our apartment, classes have been canceled indefinitely and we currently entertain ourselves with bored games and Mario kart. We try to distract Joffrey and Daeron from what’s going on, they currently just think we’re having a huge sleepover with their family. Gotta keep them innocent. We’re keeping in contact with our families.

“I-I see, ok, I love you mom, please stay safe, tell Nyra and Daemon the kids are safe too, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Hel says from the kitchen, she makes eye contact with me as Cregan rushes to her, I tell Baela to take Joffrey and Daeron to the bedroom.

“Mom says dad died, and that Criston and Daemon are also showing symptoms,” the tears begin to fall again, her two brothers rushing to hug her as well. I can’t help but feel my own beginning to fall as well as I rush to hug Jace, Luke and Rhaena.

“It'll be ok, your father is strong, he will fight this and beat it,” you say to the two teens, kissing their foreheads. I give Jace a knowing look. At Least none of us are sick, we are all safe.

Quarantine day 9: more tears have been shed, we have lost Daemon and Criston, but Alicent and Rhaenyra still remain healthy and safe as well, they want to keep everyone here longer, just until this all blows over but at this point that doesn’t seem like it will. We keep the radio running to hear updates throughout the night, but in the mornings we watch the news.

“Good morning, if you are just joining us, we have gotten word from the CDC, they are working diligently on a vaccine for the new virus titled the Z virus, when we know more we will be able to update you as we get more updates”

“Holy shit, did you hear that! We might get to go home soon!” Aegon cheers, “Look as much as I loved spending quality time with you guys, I’m ready to get back out there,” he says, stretching his arms above his head.

“We’ll get to see mom again,” Luke tells Joffrey. Looks like things are beginning to look up, the light at the end of the tunnel, or so we thought.

Quarantine week 3: The day shit hit the fan.

It was a normal day as normal as it could be, we had the younger kids eating breakfast while us adults would watch the news for updates, texting parents who were left, my mom had died a week before along with Cregan's sister and father, we both wanted to shut down but we knew we had to be strong for the others. I was by the window watching the clouds move when something or rather someone caught my eye. It looked to be crouching upon a dead animal.

“Hey Aemond, come here,” I usher him over to my spot, “You see that shit right? Is he eating the dog?” You whispered the last part as to not let the kids or Heleana hear.

“Yes, it does appear to be that way, what the fuck is going on?” He replies, placing a hand on my shoulder and peering out.

Soon enough our question is answered, when the guy eating the dog seems to find a lone person wandering around breaking into cars. He attacks the thief with stealth and agility, biting into his neck, blood gushing out of his neck like old faithful.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” my yell startles everyone causing Aemond to pull me away and close the curtains.

I find the nearest trash can and release my breakfast, Jace holds my hair for me, rubbing my back to calm me.

“Aegon, turn the volume up a bit” Cregan says while going to stand by Heleana.

Breaking: the Z virus has evolved to move across the bottom of the screen. The news anchor seems desperate and worried.

“Hello, it has been made apparent that the virus now known as Virus Z has evolved. We are getting reports from across the country as well as the world that those infected and killed by the virus are now beginning to rise. The CDC is still working towards a vaccine and cure. Stay inside, board up your homes and windows. May the seven bless us all-“ the tv dies out, the lights in the apartment also go out.

“You’ve got to be kidding right? Like this can’t be real life right? What type of the walking dead is this shit” Aegon questions while pulling at his hair, “We are in a movie or or a dream, I’ll wake up and none of this will be real, yeah this is all a dre-“ I cut Aegon’s little rant off with a slap to his face. Everyone is shocked but Aegon softly thanks me.

“Listen, shit has officially hit the fan, we need to get our shit and get out of the city and head up to my family’s cabin. It’s about a 3 day drive, but we need to leave now, Aemond you brought a car as well as Jace right?” I watch as the boys shake their heads, “Alright, text your folks that were coming to get them, before the phone lines go dead. We can all get to the cabin, we will be safe, there’s food, water and animals for hunting. I’ll be right back,”

When I return I’ve armed myself with the nines, a backpack for supplies, a bat with nails, a shotgun and a pistol to the surprise of everyone but Heleana and Cregan.

“Since when did you become a badass Y/n?” Jace says as he watches me go to the kitchen and grab a chef's knife and the broom, snapping off the bottom and grabbing duct tape.

“Since the world went to shit in a matter of weeks, plus me and Cregan grew up in Winterfell during holidays we were taught how to hunt and use guns, I need you guys to grab your bags and pack them with supplies from our apartment, don’t pack the switch or board games, just a few changes in underwear and food” I say all while taping the knife to the broom handle, “Anymore questions?”

“yeah?” Luke and Baela say at the same time, “When can we have a gun?”

I smile at them, “When we make it to the cabin, I’ll show you how to use one, now me and Cregan are gonna make sure our floor is clear, we don’t need anyone dying today,” I hand him the pistol and keep the shotgun, I start to move the furniture from the door. I give Aemond the shotgun and Jace the spear. “If anything happens to us, you are in charge, you get to the cabin and stay safe” I tell Aemond as he leans his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I promise, but you are gonna be fine, we’ll be fine”

“Alright Cregan come on,” I say as I step out first checking both sides, and moving further into the hall. Seems we’re the only ones left on the floor, this is either good news or bad. I step the apartment to our left just as Cregan steps out, I nod towards the apartment in front of me, he shakes his head agreeing with me and I place my hand on the door knob. It opens, we slowly step inside guns and bat up in case we need to defend ourselves. It looks as though it hasn’t been touched in weeks, cabinets lay closed.

“I’m going to check the rest of the apartment, can you fill the bag up with food, medicine as well as anything useful?” I say as I slip it off and head to the back rooms, each one empty and clearly the family had left in a hurry. As I’m passing by the bathroom once more a zombie falls out on top of me. I begin to struggle against the body weight, I use the bat as a guard blocking its face and hands from me, I turn my face as spit falls from its mouth.

“Cregan! Help!” I scream. I hear his running feet.

“Close your mouth and eyes!” I hear from above me and a whoosh of a cast iron pan hitting the dead person above me. I feel the weight of the person off me and the softness of a towel wiping away any fluids that happened to get on me.

“hey hey you're ok,” he says as he pulls me into his chest, stroking my hair, as I let the tears fall, “You're safe, it’s ok, shh sh sh”.

We stay there for a few moments, as I calm down.

“Come on we have the rest of the floor to clear and we never speak of this to the others, ” I say. Luckily for us the rest of the apartments on our floor are actually clear. I signal the rest of the gang to follow us down to the parking lot. This time we went out into groups, my car fitting eight comfortably, but instead I took three so we can take our supplies.

I went first followed by Heleana, Cregan and Daeron. We made it safely and stayed put as the next group went. Aemond, Aegon and Luke make it to Aemonds Cadillac, a thumbs up signals the last group. Jace, Baela, rhaena, Joffrey, they make it to Jace's SUV. Once we’ve all made it to the vehicles we start our cars, luckily none have been syfinded for gas. As we are pulling out of the parking lot a small group of six zombies come out from around the building, we high tail it out and head towards the Targaryen mansion deeper in the city to save Alicent and Rhaenyra.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #Jace velaryon x reader #heleana targaryen x reader

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Snowed Confession

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

Non-ghost face, Ethan, Quinn and reader are Canadian

Word count: 1.2k

Walking into the hallways you hear cheers around you, celebrating winter break is finally here, Christmas, snow and the best two weeks off school, in one week you and your two best friends Quinn and Ethan are flying back to Canada for Christmas.

So your other friends decide to make this week the best week before leaving, “we should go skiing” chad said. “I’ve never done that in my entire life” you said “don’t you live in the good ‘ol north” mindy said sitting down next to anika.

“Yeah and I used to ride the polar bear bus to go to my igloo school” you sarcastically replied flipping mindy off “woah, where’s the Canadian hospitality” Tara joked “I will drown you in maple syrup” you said in a dead tone. “Oh come on it’ll be fun please” chad said dragging the please.

“Fine but I want Ethan to sit next to me” you said opening your phone. “Ohh and why is that?” anika asked, making her eyebrows go up and down. You throw a pillow in her face “Ethan is the only civilized person in this friend group, he doesn’t drool, he doesn’t take up that much space and he keeps to himself” you said listing reasons why you want Ethan.

That went on for a couple minutes “and that’s why ethan is the best person to have next to you when you go for a road trip” you finished your rant “Jesus just marry him at that point” Quinn added.

Everybody was focused on you and barely saw how Ethan’s face blushed the whole time you were ranting, he knew the only reason you want to sit next to him is cause he lets you sleep on him.

Chad coughed “well that’s it then we’ll go for a ski trip in the next week, let’s leave Thursday so we’ll have the whole weekend to ski” Chad proposed, everyone agrees.

Thursday comes around faster than you thought “come one Y/N they’re waiting” Anika groans on how you’ve been quadruple checking everything, “just go down I’ll be right behind you I have to make sure the windows are closed” you said going into each room to check.

You hear the door slam close, when you hear it slam close again, confused you check the main room you see Ethan standing there.

You had a confused look on you “why are you here” you asked triple making sure you had keys on you and lights were off. “It’s time to go Y/N,” Ethan said, grabbing your suitcase and walking to the door.

Being forced to leave you lock your door and walk downstairs seeing mindy and Anika in the car.

Ethan helps put your luggage in the back watching you. “Oh my god finally what took you so long” Mindy asked hitting her head on the steering wheel “I had to make sure we weren’t going to get robbed” you said as Ethan got in the car after you.

Ethan puts his hands on his face trying to get rid of the cold “it doesn’t matter just tell Chad we’re ready to go” he said smiling at you finally the car started and both your vehicle and chads start driving.

You groaned loud “why, New York why do you hate us” complaining about the New York traffic. “Just go to sleep on me I’ll wake you up when we’re close” Ethan suggested. Throwing two melatonin pills in your mouth you were passed out before anyone knew.

Mindy looked at you and Ethan sleeping “how does Ethan sleep when Y/N is snoring into his ear” she asked Quinn “I don’t know they’ve always been like that” she replied continuing to text her boy toy.

Anika looked back at the two of you “I don’t know I think it’s cute” she said smiling, causing Mindy to look back at the two “cute?? Y/N is literally drooling on Ethan’s shoulders” Mindy said looking at her girlfriend.

“Can you guys shut up and let us sleep?” Ethan said, flipping up the eye mask before laying his head on yours.

Before you knew it you were awoken by Ethan with gentle slaps to your face “we’re here idiot” he said wiping the drool off his shoulder with a tissue.

You looked at what he was doing realizing “sorry about that, your shoulders are really comfortable I guess”. You answered, taking a step out of the car and stretching, people passing by would think you’re trying to grab the air.

All of your friends grab their luggage and you all walk into the resort “hey yeah we spoke on the phone a couple hours ago my name Chad Meeks-Martin” he asked the receptionist.

She typed on the computer “three hotel rooms for three days” she asked Chad nods Chad gives you a key card “that's for you and Ethan quinn didn’t want to share a room with you two so she got her own room” he said walking away.

Chad gathers your friend group “ok so all of our rooms are basically together except for Quinn’s” you followed Chad walking in your hotel to see one bed. You and Ethan looked at each other.

You both settle your stuff on the floor and you jump on the bed and pass out for another three hours.

You look at the window to realize it was night time and you felt Ethan pull your body “good morning” Ethan joked at you feeling you wake up as he falls asleep again.

You lay in bed feeling Ethan’s arm come around your waist again “come closer, please” he said and you lay your head on his chest and fall asleep.

You two wake up because of a pounding at your door you open to see Chad “have you guys seen outside” he said barging in “what happening” Ethan asked being drowsy.

“It’s a complete blizzard outside” Chad said “our weekend getaway turned into weekend stay in a hotel” he said putting his hand in his face, “calm down Chad, did you check the forecast when is the blizzard going away” you asked sitting next to him.

“Saturday..” Chad said in his hands “Chad it's Friday, it’ll clear out tomorrow and we can ski tomorrow” Ethan spoke rubbing his back “you guys are right, I should go to Tara” Chad said exiting your room.

“Wow, he’s a bit dramatic” you said as the door closed “yeah and he's not even the gay one it’s you” Ethan joked getting a pillow to his face “let’s just go down stairs for breakfast” you said grabbing his hands.

You saw Mindy and Anika down there deciding to join them “you two are dating right” Mindy asked.

Getting you and ethan to choke on your food “no, why” you asked “cause you two are like me and anika” Mindy said “I mean it’s not like I wouldn’t mind” you confessed ethan looked at you with the biggest smile.

“I love you Y/N” he said, you stare at his beautiful curls and most amazing pair of brown eyes “I love you too Ethan” you confessed.

Maybe being snowed in wasn’t so bad you two thought.

#ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #x male reader #scream 6 #chad meeks martin #x male reader fluff #fluff

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The Worst Week (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie comforts you after devastating news and a really shitty week.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: death, grief, reader has a shit week, slight angst, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader

A/N: This is definitely not my best work but my grandfather passed away unexpectedly earlier this week and I just needed to write something about it to help cope with the idea of it all and I really just wish I had an Eddie to comfort me after all this. I hope you all had a much better week than I did.

Today was a rough day. Actually, it was a rough week. On Monday you had a math final, which you totally bombed. On Tuesday, you somehow managed to lock yourself out of your apartment and had to wait for Eddie to come home from work. Wednesday and Thursday were overall shitty and here you were on Friday, the worst day this week.

You couldn’t sleep last night, tossing and turning unable to find comfort. You had to get up at 9 to start getting ready for your 10 o’clock class. When your alarm went off you let out a loud groan, not wanting to get out of bed. You rolled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. Your unlucky streak seemed to continue as you went to put your contacts in and, of course, your last contact lens fell down the drain. You didn’t mind wearing your glasses but you preferred wearing contacts.

You went back to your bedroom and decided to get dressed for the day. You discovered that you had no clean clothes, meaning to do laundry earlier this week, so Eddie’s clothes it was. Your boyfriend was already at work by the time you woke up and you wanted nothing more than to be held by him, his shirt was the best you could do for now. You got dressed and headed to the kitchen, ready to find your most important meal of the day. But of course, you had no food. Like laundry, you meant to go grocery shopping earlier this week but you just didn’t have the strength after the week you’ve had.

You decided that breakfast really wasn’t all that important and moved on to packing your backpack for the day. You grabbed your textbooks and homework assignments and shoved them into the bag. You grabbed your keys off the kitchen table and set off for your class, incredibly early. You got to class at 9:30 and decided to kill the time by working on homework in your car. You must’ve gotten really into it because you checked the clock again and it was 10:15. Even getting there early, you somehow managed to still be late. You got out of the car and put your best speed walking skills into place as you made your way to class as quickly as possible. You found a seat in the back and your class managed to quickly fly by.

You only had one class today, thankfully, so you decided to get some grocery shopping done so you don’t starve. You went over to Bradley's Big Buy and picked up everything you could need for the week which included pasta, bread, sandwich meat, and some oreos for you to indulge in after the week you’ve had.

You quickly check out and take the groceries out to your car. You slip into the car and finally head home to do nothing but sit and eat oreos until Eddie comes home from work. You unload the groceries, grab the oreos and plop yourself on the couch. As soon as you find yourself in a comfortable position you hear the phone ring. You push yourself off of the couch and answer it. “Hello?” you start by asking.

“Y/N, sweetie, it’s mom. I have something to tell you,” it sounds as if she’s crying and your heart pluments to your stomach.

“Mom, what's wrong? You’re scaring me,” you tell her.

“Honey, it’s your grandfather. He passed away this morning,” as soon as she tells you this you're on the floor sobbing. Your grandparents practically raised you. Your parents got divorced when you were 15. Your mom found her new family and your dad worked a lot. Due to the new arrangement, you found yourself in the care of your grandparents. Sure, you were old enough to take care of yourself but they stepped in and helped with so much, especially your grandfather. He’s the one that taught you to drive, he took you to your very first baseball game (even though you hate sports), and he even went to every single one of your school events, even if they were silly.

You found yourself curled up on the floor, forgetting your mom was on the line. You assume she just hung up because eventually you heard the tone signaling the line was dead. You sit there for who knows how long and cry. You never expected this to be news you’d get this week. This week was shitty beforehand and you kept telling yourself there was no way it could get worse, unfortunately it could.

You hear the sound of your apartment door opening and begin crying harder knowing Eddie will have to find you on the living room floor in such a vulnerable position. You immediately hear the sound of his footsteps rushing over towards you and he quickly picks you up into his arms.

“Y/N, baby, what happened? Talk to me. Please,” he whispers.

“My, my grandpa. H-he,” you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Sweetheart what is it?” he asks again. You brace yourself as you begin to tell Eddie the news you’ve received.

“He died,” you breathe out.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” you can hear him start to weep and he holds you even tighter than before, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. You rest your face into his shoulder and just cry. Eddie knows what your grandfather meant to you. You looked up greatly to him and never had anything bad to say about him. He was just the greatest guy out there.

You begin to calm yourself down a little more, breathing in and out, in and out. You begin to pull away from Eddie and he begins to wipe away your tears, taking in your puffy eyes and pouty lips.

“You know that I love you so much, right?” he whispers to you, resting his lips on your forehead. You nod to him in response.

“This week has just been so fucking shitty,” you try not to start crying again but it’s difficult not to.

“I know, baby, and I’m so sorry,” he says, “what can I do?” he’s trying his best to comfort you.

“Just hold me,” you tell him.

“Ok,” he responds. And that’s exactly what he does. He holds you for the rest of the night. He holds you during dinner, while you’re watching tv, in the shower, and when you’re going to bed. Right now you might not be ok, and it’s ok to not be ok, but as long as you have Eddie things are just a little bit brighter.

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jun - away game

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"woah, this place is nice," you spoke to yourself while looking at the stadium in front of you. you closed the door to your car and locked it before walking towards the stadium. "i should send a photo."

you took your phone out and took a picture, sending it to your roommates just for fun. you threw your phone and keys in your bag and headed towards one of the entrances.

right when you almost reached the stadium, someone bumped into from behind and you saw that person stumble a bit in front of you.

"sorry!" he quickly apologized and ran off.

he's wearing their school colors. a player?

you shrugged and continued walking. you reached the nearest set of doors and had your ticket scannned. your bag was checked and you walked inside. the place was crowded as people were meeting with friends or buying stuff from the different stands that were inside.

you headed into the arena to find a place to sit, opting for a closer seat since you forgot your glasses and couldn't see that far away anyways. you sat down and played on your phone for a bit before seeing the two teams appear onto the court. you noticed your school's team in their away uniform, which was red, and the other school's uniform being mainly white.

once the teams warmed up, the game started. you noticed a pattern of everyone looking back and forth as the game occurred. your school's team had a good start in points, but the other team slowly gained the lead.

however, a player from your school's team, who tried dunking, had fallen on top of another guy.

isn't that—

you realized the guy that fell to the ground was the guy that bumped into you from earlier.

ouch.

the game continued with a few player changes occurring and a timeout from each side. during the halftime break, you looked up the other school's players and found him: wen junhui.

all of their stats are on here. major, hometown, height. that's crazy.

you continued to stalk the basketball player on social media, eventually finding his instagram, which was on private.

guess it wouldn't hurt to follow him.

you pressed the follow button on the screen before hearing a buzzer sound. the game resumed and you put your phone away. you noticed that junhui was back on the court and noticed other player changes from their side and your school's side.

the buzzer went off and the game was over. the opposing team had won with a massive lead, and their school's student section was going crazy.

you waited a few minutes for the crowd to die down a bit before leaving the stadium. there were still a bunch of people out and about, but you managed to maneuver your way out of the entire building.

you headed to the parking lot, which was crowded and opted to sit in your car for a bit while playing music. while scrolling through your phone, you received a notification.

[ instagram ]

junhui_moon accepted your request.

junhui_moon started following you.

"oh my god.”

you stared at your phone in complete shock, not thinking that the basketball player would follow you back. you immediately stalked his instagram, looking through the numerous photos he had posted.

then, you received another notification.

[ junhui_moon ]

were you the girl i bumped into?

my bad. i was late haha

[ y/n ]

all good! you seemed like you

we're in a rush.

did you get hurt badly?

[ junhui_moon ]

nah, i'm good.

stuff like that happens.

so, you don't go to my school?

judging by your profile.

[ y/n ]

no, i go to s/n. had nothing

to do, and your school is close

to my apartment

figured why not

[ junhui_moon ]

well, since we beat your school,

we're in the semifinals. the

game will be next thursday if

you have time to come by.

[ y/n ]

if i come, then you guys

better win

[ junhui_moon ]

with you in the crowd?

of course we're gonna

win.

and once we win, me and

you are going on a date.

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Just for you

eren x fem-reader

Genre: modern au , cottage core, fwb - fwb to lovers

Series Warnings: cheating, drug use, barn sex, bath sex, oral ( male and fem receiving), breeding kink, fingering, drowning, descriptive injury, explicit language

Chapter Warning: none

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word count: 1,182

Chapter 2

Thursday ~ 5:19 pm ~

After your departure from the group and Eren’s brief pop up at your house to drop off your car. Thank god, the backyard door was still unlocked from yesterday’s star gazing with your parents . It would have been twice as embarrassing waiting for eren to hand you your keys to go inside. As soon as you got into the house, you did what every good child would do to make sure you wouldn't get a lecture from your parents, chores. You scrubbed and washed every utensil, plate, and pot that was insight, making sure there wasn’t an evidence of yesterday’s leftovers on them. After the dishes, you swept and mopped the kitchen floor till you could see your own reflection looking back at you. You were indeed a “good child” for sure. Yeah you were still living with your parents, rent is free as long as you went to college for a “ greater future”. It’s better than being up 4 in the morning, yacking your hair in frustration on how you were gonna pay your bills.

You decide to head up into your room to start packing your clothes for a week long stay. You being excited was a understatement, as you were internally bouncing off the walls of your mind. You were already imagining the stay at the farm. Running in the green meadows, swimming in the clear rivers, playing with the baby calfs and foals.

Joy rushed through your body as you approached your room. you twist the door knob to room and pushed open the door. You lazily chucked you phone onto your bed. Then, you ran to your closet and scavenged through it until you pulled out your suit case. That suit case was a good decade old. From what you remembered, you had it for years, it was spotless like you just had bought it fresh out of Macy’s. You then began to walk over to your dresser-

~BUZZ~ ~BUZZ~ ~BUZZ~

You rolled your eyes at your phone began to vibrate 3 times.

You walked to side of you bed to reach over to grab your phone. Tapping the front of your screen, you see a text form Mikasa.

Mi Casa 🏠👩‍❤️‍👩 5:57 PM

[We need to talk ] 15 sec ago

[asap ] 17 sec ago

[join the call NOW] 25 sec ago

“Ugh”, you groaned as you opened up the imessage icon. You hop on the top of your soft sheets. You then clicked on the group chat messages and pressed join call.

“hell-

“Y/N!” ,everyone on the call yelled through the phone. You moved the away from your face as irritation pulsed through your veins. “What did I do now”, you asked as if you were being scolded by your elders.

“Y/n you know you cant run off and not give us details about where we’re going”, jean stated. Okay, you might have gotten a bit too excited about the trip and left out important details.

“Yeah, not cool”, connie adds. “shush baldie”, Eren ordered. Connie pouts while putting himself out of the camera’s view.

“Anyways”, Mikasa starts, “Y/n, you need to fill us in on who’s farm it is, where it’s at and et cetera.

“Alright”, you sighed, ” so it’s my grandparents farm”.

Yes indeed, your grandparents were certified country back folks. They worked hard for their land. They started small from the corner store job they had, actually that's where they met. Your grandmother was working the family corner store as she was filling in for your great-grandfather’s place. The time seem to go slow, not as much customers were flowing in. It wasn’t until she began to nod off with her head in her hand , a ding ranged around the store. A handsome yet dirt stained- clothed man waltz into the store. Your grandmother jolted her back straight and gently brushed imaginary dust off of her clothes. Then the eyes of your grandmother and soon to be grandfather locked. You remembered him telling you he went in for one item and ended up staying in the store until it closed talking your grandmother’s ear off. Ever since that day, he went back to the store to speak to her daily.

Eventually your great grandfather saw how much your grandfather came into the store, he assumed he wanted a job. So, he hired him right away. Of course this gave your grandfather a upper hand to woo your grandmother when no other being was around. From those days on forward, they fell deeply in love and the rest is history.

You only wish to find a love as true and strong as your grandparents. You told yourself in time will do, but you could only tell yourself that for so long.

“Y/N”, the group yelled as they snapped you out of your silent trance.

“Sorry!”, you frantically apologized, you refocus your attention to your phone again. “ Yeah, so, it’s about a good 3 hour drive away from here”, you continued.

“THREE HOURS?”, Sasha shouted in shock. She groaned as she dropped her phone on her bed. “ Stop being a big baby Sasha’’ Jean scolded her. “How long did you honestly expect it to be if it’s a farm were going to ?”

“I don’t know, but not 3 flipping hours”, she cried while running her hands across her face.

“Honestly”, Armin interrupted her protest, “ I think this is a great opportunity to get away from everything”. “I also assume there wont be great or even any service at all ?”, Armin questioned.

“You’re correct”, you responded. More groans erupted from your phone. “But at least, we’ll have electricity?”, you assured.

“Will we have ac or a refrigerator”, Eren asked.

“Ac, no, refrigerator, yes, you answer.

He nods his head in understanding. Eren wasn’t opposed to this trip, he also liked the idea of “getting away”. It would just mean, more quality time with the friend group.

“Oh! and I almost forgot to tell you guys,we will have to tend to the animals”, you look over everyone’s face to your announcement.

Sasha’s face light up, “Jean we’ll finally get to see the rest of your family”, she says while laughing through her joke.

The group burst into laughter, while jean frowns. His lip quirks up slowing into a smile and soon into a laugh. “You got me”, Jean chuckles through his words.

You smile gently at the group. Moments like this made your body grow warm. “ So”, you spoke up, “everyone is okay with the trip right?”.

“Yes”

“Yup”

“I’m A-Okay”

“Pretty much”

“It’s a yes for me”

“I’m literally packing right now”, everyone responded.

You quickly wanted to conclude with the topic of trip because you could feel your insides combust with exhilaration.” Alright, so it’s set, we’ll meet at my house at two pm on Saturday”, you beamed brightly at the group.

You swiftly exited the call, falling back into the cushions of your pillows. Ignoring the constant buzzing of of your phone, you smile sheepishly into your ceiling.

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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Today was a pretty nice day overall. Like I felt a lot better. More like a person. Like it wasn't perfect. But things felt a little more normal.

James continued to worry me. I ask them if they are okay constantly. I am sure they are lying to me to not upset me. But I worry.

Sleeping last night was fine. I woke up when I heard them on the phone. But I wouldn't get up to find out what was going on for a while.

James had called the surgeon to find out about getting more pain relief. And they just said to talk to our PCP. Something we told them we did not have. So we had to scramble and James was able to find someone near the museum accepting new patients and so we were able to switch around our work on Thursday to get an appointment. It's not perfect. But it's something. And we have enough for James to take something when they are hurting but it's not weening them off like I hoped. I don't want them going off of it and suffering. It's frustrating but we are going to make it work.

I had crackers for breakfast. My poor eyelid was still swollen and was honestly worse then yesterday. But seems a little better now. Still hurts if I squeeze my eye shut but doesn't look so angry.

We would leave here around 1030 when James took their medication. And we drove out to puhtok so I could set up for tomorrow. James didn't bring a jacket and was colder then they expected. So after we chatted with Elizabeth and Heather, James would meet me at the eyrie. I drove the gator over there and stopped to say hello to Joe. But when I finally got to the eyrie James was very cold and the door was locked.

So I called Elizabeth. And sent James to the lodge to warm up. Joe and Elizabeth would help me load the gator and that made it go a lot faster. I appreciated them.

I went to the lodge first. James helped by collecting rocks for crushing chalk. And I got everything set up. James asked where they should go next. And I decided to give them my totebag and asked them to go get walkies to drop off on the lodge. There was some concern that it would be to heavy for their 10 lb limit. But James thought it would be okay.

I drove off and got everything else set pretty quickly. I did forgot to fill the water jug for putting out the fire tomorrow. So when I went to set up the arts building I checked and the well was still on there. Excellent. I would only have to backtrack a little and then I was back at the office checking in.

Heather and Elizabeth made me feel a little more secure about how I'm looking after James. Elizabeth said getting a different style of sling was a good move. That should be here on Wednesday. I hope I got the correct size and it makes James comfy.

James was still at the lodge. And I called them to come back to the office where the car was. I would have driven to them but they had my keys. So I waited for them in the car.

When they got to me they looked a little pale. They were very very tired. So I said we should get lunch. James requested something greasy and cheesy.

We decided to go to the Iron Rooster. I had never been before but I will request it again because it was great. James got a patty melt and I got a spicy omelette. And while I worried for James's tired face, the company was good and the food was better.

We would walk over to the Marshalls so I could look at the body oils. But I didn't like the choices. I made James laugh telling them I was sticking to my budget this week. My budget that started yesterday. And I promised to transfer my part of the bills over ASAP. Which I would remember to do when I got home. Usually it's all my market money that goes to rent, but hopefully I'll be able to fill in the gaps easier this year. I have already been contacted by the nursery for the spring. We'll see if I actually do it. It was a little daunting last year, but if the museum picks up I probably won't need it. Good to have in case though.

We went home after that. We took the bike rack off the back of the car. And drove back here. Cleaned the trash out of the car. And came inside.

Me and James would play video games a lot. All the Pokemon, including the last 6 that were gods we didn't yet have, are caught. And now it's just. Requests. We beat the final god. Who is now in my party, with the given name Qod. James would get a little over upset trying to help me get one but with teamwork and checking the internet for tips we got them all. It was fun to do together.

James made bread. And I worked on my first trial batch of cookies. Which tasted great but didn't hold their shape well. Ah well. I'll try again tomorrow.

We started another game, called DokiDoki literature club. Which is apparently very dark but looks pink and bubbly and cute. James is narrating all the voices and it's fun so far.

We have just been spending time together. James is real tired and frowny. But at least we have each other. I am trying my best to take care of both of us. Even if James says that wasn't what they promised in their vows. It is what I promised in mine.

Now though I want to wind down for bed. I have to go back to puhtok tomorrow for my probably last Native American program of the semester. 2nd graders. I'm looking forward to the day.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well and stay safe. Talk to you tomorrow!!

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I just got off the phone with my roommate. He said that the doors were unlocked when he and my boyfriend left for work. They got home and the door was locked. They go in and more than half of my roomie's weed is missing (It was full 2 days ago and even he doesn't smoke that much in one day). I left yesterday afternoon. My boyfriend was off bc of a doctor's appointment and my roommate was asleep.

Today, I'm still at my uncle's. I'm assuming my boyfriend left for work around 12 or earlier. My roomie goes in at 2 Thursday through Sunday and gets off at 9. My boyfriend gets off at 8 and he took me and my uncle to get our car before going to pick up our roommate. Which means they got home between 9 and 11 (Assuming they went somewhere or my roomie's shift ran over a little like it usually does).

Our handyman lives down the street and is the only person aside from me and my family (my boyfriend and roommate included) that has a key to our house. My cousin, who is also a stoner, lives right across the street and her and the handyman are usually in cahoots. So, our current theories are:

The handyman did it. (The MOST likely)

He and my cousin did it together. (Also likely but less so)

Or someone else broke in and our handyman just locked the door. (Possible but improbable. My house is OLD. I am 3rd generation owner so we have a LOT of antiques. If this were the case, more shit would be missing instead of just my bro's weed.)

My uncle says he'll handle it. This puts us in a very awkward position bc our landlord is my grandpa and the last thing we want is for the handyman to tell my grandpa we have weed in the house (They're very close). The handyman has been acting really shady lately so I wouldn't be surprised.

We had friends over a few nights ago. But they only went in my bro's room to hit the gravity bong and everyone was in there so someone would have seen if they stole it and they don't seem like the stealing type.

I'm pissed and confused about the whole situation. My bro is also very pissed as it was over 200 worth of weed. And technically whoever took it stole from me too bc my bro and I share the weed and if my bro is low on green, I don't usually get any or very little. I'm not home to smoke with him right now but still. I'm also uncomfortable with the fact someone was in my house while no one was home and immediately went to my bro's room and knew what to look for. I'm starting to wonder how much digging they did. My bro and boyfriend said everything else was fine. Nothing else was taken.

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