for you babe, it's a no brain

‘ at the most i’m a close runner up for most irritating. but you hold the gold medal, my friend. oh my god ! don’t think about me in a maids outfit !you’re like step brother status, it’s gross. ’ here eyes drop to the new pile of clothing he’s just dropped on top of the growing mountain on her floor. tegan pushes herself off the bed to grab a purple shirt in the mix. ‘ i’ve been looking for this top for like a week ! hey — maybe it’s not such a bad thing having you play maid around here. keep up the hard work and i might even think about cooking dinner once in a while. ’ she claps him on the back before retreating back to her bed, tossing the t-shirt back onto the top of the pile. ‘ let’s see, because i don’t want to get rid of my clothing ??half of my wardrobe is gifts from shoots or guys. it’s disrespectful to throw it out. ’ she telling him as if he cares. ‘ you think that one of those sluts you’re fucking has potential to be your wife ? don’t make me laugh, fitz. you’re not husband material. you’re the guy you screws the marriage up for somebody else because you can’t keep your little tic tac in your jeans. ’

he hates her, he's sure of it now. fitz has never been more sure of anything in his life, because somehow he got stuck with the one person who knows how to creep under his skin more than anyone else ever has, which is possibly why he never gives her a break." nope. " he murmurs, shaking his head. " you're the most irritating, i'm fuckin' sure of it. " he says, rolling his eyes as he pushed her clothes more into her room so he can push the door shut as she yaks on. " you'd be less annoyed with me if you got fucked properly every once in a while, which, won't happen if you continue being a twat!! " he shouts as he trudges back to the couch and lays back in peace with tegan shut up in her room for a few brief moments at least. she's such a bitch, he doesn't know how he's gotten stuck with her as a room mate. he sleeps around, sure, but he's no homewrecker. and even if he is, he's better than the sloppy girl who he shares a living space with. 

the entire thing feels kind of strange, she’ll admit that, because she has no fucking clue why her roommate is so dead set on being away from the apartment or why she’s got a coy smile on her face like she knows something that josie doesn’t. and josie doesn’t know much, she’ll admit that as well, but she knows for damn sure that something’s up. it’s not in a bad way, she doesn’t think, because it’s not an uncomfortable shift in the air or anything of that sort. she’s just a little confused !! said confusion only grows when her roommate tells her to make sure she looks good, and she’s almost certain that the other girl is only pretending to go out and she’s actually throwing her some eccentric sort of surprise party that the brunette can’t possibly say no to. she doesn’t like many people, but she likes her roommate. she’d vaguely heard the door open a few minutes prior, so she’ll take her time in making sure she looks presentable when there’s an inevitable shout of ‘surprise!’ in the moments following. her hair settles in loose waves down her back, black dress clinging to every curve and small smile on her face when she exits her bedroom. it’s not until her eyes settle on the only person inhabiting her apartment that the smile grows, amplified to a thousand watts because that’s just what he does to her. ❛ hey, you. ❜ she breathes out through a chuckle, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek while he lays against the couch. ❛ what’re you doing here ?? ❜

aj hears the door down the hall creak open, and fuck, he hadn’t expected her to be here already. of course, he never knows what to expect with her. she’s full of surprises, the best one by far being how she appears from her bedroom in the dress. his favorite fucking dress. he wants to sink to his knees and thank whoever gave him this — gave him her — for the rest of his life. ❛ your birthday, of course. ❜ he smiles, tugging the bouquet of flowers off of the table and pushing himself off the couch to give them to her before planting a soft peck to her lips. ❛ who told you i was coming?? your room mate can’t have that big of a mouth. ❜ because she can’t have picked this dress on accident, no, she had to know the pain it would cause him to see her perfectly curved body wrapped up like a fucking gift. for him !! ❛ happy birthday, baby. i love you. ❜ he smiles, hands smoothing down her sides to hold her hips carefully. ❛ i was going to cook you something so we could stay in… but now i want to take you out and show everyone how pathetic their love lives must be. ❜ he mumbles, grinning ear to ear before pressing his lips to her forehead fondly, feeling like he’s on cloud nine with her right here. surely he’d not earned enough karma for something so great in his life. ❛ but you’re the birthday girl, so whatever you want, you get. ❜ he assures, hands still firm on her hips.

crossing her arms over her chest, she stares at the dress hanging from his grasp. it’s a nice dress, she’ll give him that. he definitely knew the way to her heart and how to get her to do something. “you know i can easily go out and get that dress myself, right? i have the money.” mallory pointed out, wanting him to sweat. she wanted him to think she wouldn’t go, but really she would. she felt bad for him. “but fine. i’ll go because i do look good in black and i’m glad someone finally sees it. when is it?”

" yeah, yeah. " he mutters, handing the the dress over to her before letting out a little sigh. " well look, i just saved you 2k. now come to my family dinner. " he mumbles, holding the dress up to her body with a little smile when she gives in. " it's tomorrow night, wear your hair up. " fitz presses a gentle peck to her cheek. " dad's going to ask you a bunch of questions and his twat of a fucking girlfriend is going to coo at you like you're 5, but there's free wine and food. " he promises before going to lay out his own outfit, because family functions are one thing that fitz does not fuck around about.

" last night we didn’t have to go through the torture of talking to each other plus i had a little alcohol in my system. ” she shrugs her shoulders. “legs?? is that my new nickname??you were just rushing me out of your house so i figured  that i had worn out my welcome. plus i’m sure you have another girl scheduled to come over. “

" you bitched about me making eggs for you and then you up and run. " he cheeks, feigning offense when she talks about his schedule. " yes -- well, next girl's not for a couple of hours. could squeeze in a shower with you if you'd stop being a bitch!! " he murmurs around a bite of toast as he collects their plates to toss in the sink.

naomi: then why'd you tell me to go??? tf naomi: oh my life goals really naomi: i've been tired of it since i got here, wtf man.

aj: come over then aj: idk cos you were bored with me too lol aj: didn't want to harsh ur vibe or whatever you say

" i just like the way it looks on me, i’m sorry i didn’t ask. “ a pout was on her lips as she motions to the sweater hanging off her body, the hem of it brushing along her thighs as she waits their answer.

     james laughs and shakes his head, reaching out and pressing a firm hand against her hip covered in his thick jumper. " it looks better on you, trust me. " he smiles, kissing the girl's lips lovingly before pulling her to bed. " you cold, baby?? " 

    “you cannot be serious..” mallory mumbled and shook her head at the other. “please, tell me you’re not. please.”

         " don't be a bitch about it, mal. "  fitz pouts ( in a manly way, of course ). " my whole family is going to read through the gay theories if i don't show up with someone... " he mutters, holding the expensive dress out for her.  " it's saint laurent, you look good in black. you don't have to fuck me or anything, it's a free dress. "

her giggles matches the grin that settles on his face after he takes the hit, and it’s in the most cliche way possible that chloe smiles into the kiss. she’ll blame it on her high, blame it on the fact that she’s feeling damn near euphoric thanks to how good his product is. it has nothing to do with the fact that she enjoys his company, nothing to do with the fact that her mood is significantly better when he’s there to lift her up. she doesn’t wanna depend on him & she doesn’t wanna depend on his drugs, but at least the latter isn’t as detrimental to whatever fucked up relationship they had. her arms wrap loosely around his waist while his hands settle on her hips, dazed smile tugging at the corners of her lips at his question. ❛ don’t want anymore. i feel good. ❜ she tells him happily, voice thick from the smoke and head feeling heavy as it cants forward to rest against his shoulder. with a hum of content, chloe turns to the side and presses her lips to his neck, dragging them up his jaw. ❛ do you feel good ?? ❜

❛ mm. ❜he hums, the smoke wrapping around his mind and seizing him almost incoherent as he clings to the girl. griffon smiles lazily, leaning the pair of them against the counter, as his balance was getting worse and worse by the moment and it isn't long before his grip on chloe is all he's got control of. she's like an anchor to his high, though, bringing him back when he starts to drift off too far.❛ i feel perfect, chlo. ❜he murmurs, eyes slipping shut when her lips drag along the line of his jaw and his hands becoming more possessive of the girl in front of him, of her beautiful body, of the way she runs her lips along his jaw.  not even a thousand pills would amount to her affect on him. ❛ wanna make you feel really good, baby. ❜griffon smiles, lips pressing against the other's hungrily as his hand dips low on chloe's ass, two fingers pressing into the warm dip where her thighs meet on the back of her legs.