Hi I love ash lynx and there aren't enough stories of him 😭😭 so I'll make some. Feel free to request anything you may choose more than one number and please make sure you state who is saying what. Here's a promt list I might add more later.
1. "I love you but I know I'm not the only one who does"
2. "You're an idiot but you're my idiot"
3. "You're mine and mine alone"
4. "You're such a dork"
5. "You're my new pillow"
6. "Don't give me that look"
7. "You can't keep doing this to yourself"
8. "Hell. The fuck. No."
9. " If I do this will you leave me alone?"
10. "I wanna stay like this forever"
11. "Can I kiss you?"
12. "Go be horny somewhere else"
13. "This you?"
14. "You're perfect"
15. "Make me"
16. "I know I fucked up but I still love you"
17. "Please just don't leave me"
18. "Pretty doesn't even begin to describe you"
19. "That's not funny"
20. "First and last name please"
21. "Sometimes I question why I love you"
22. "I'm so in love with you, it hurts"
23. "Accept my love, you nerd"
24. "This. This is nice"
25. "Isn't that my hoodie?"
26. "Dance with me?"
27. "I don't wanna talk please just hold me"
28. "It's ok, I'm here"
29. "Let me love you"
30. "You're gonna be my wife/husband you just don't know it yet.
31. "I'd rather die"
32. "Please stay"
33. "Stay with me til the end"
34. "You're mine now whether you like it or not"
35. "You're too cute"
36. "That sounded better in my head"
37. "It'll be fine"
38. "It's not your fault"
39. "I'll kill them"
40. "I would never do anything to hurt you"
41. "All I ever wanted was you"
42. "I can't just be friends with you! I can't!"
43. "Too bad you're stuck with me for the rest of ever"
44. "Would I lie to you?"
45. "I'm yours"
46. "You're crazy!"
47. "You better be lucky you're cute"
48. "You're my light"
49. "Yeah yeah whatever just please don't stop"
50. "I only did it because I love you"
51. "We both know what we want"
52. "Say it back"
53. "Don't worry your pretty little head"
54. "You're staring"
55. "Will you shut up and kiss me already?"
56. "What if I don't want to let go, what if I want to stay here forever?"
57. "Say that you love me"
58. "Don't do that!"
59. "Have you seen me?"
60. "I love you, I guess"
61. "You don't tell me what to do"
62. "Go to bed"
63. "My heart hurts"
64. "Fuck you all the way to hell"
65. "You weren't calling me your friend last night ;)"
66. "May God forgive you, but I won't"
67. "Bend over"
68. "What did I do to deserve you?"
69. "Let me be there for you"
70. "You have to promise"
71. "YOU left ME"
72. "I just want you to want me the way I want you"
73. "I don't know but you can't stay here"
74. "I want you"
75. "I wasn't jealous"
76. "You're quite funny aren't you 🔫"
77. "This is why I love you"
78. "You're warm"
79. "I can't breathe without you"
80. "You're all I need"
81. “Has anyone ever told you you’re really pretty”
do you still do for ash lynx? (´△｀) I was wondering?? cause I am dying finding fics of him but there's only few
You see I haven’t written for Ash in forever so I’m gonna say no, if I put out any new fics about him they’re just really old drafts that I never finished
A dark blanket was thrown over the sky making a pitch black void. Ash lay wide awake on his back staring up at the blank canvas of his ceiling. His hand on his forehead while hearing your words reverberate in his head.
Every bar had it’s own natural ambience and Ash’s bar had a distinguished aura. The smell of cigarette ash and sweat was thick and heavy as it invaded your senses. It brought back memories even the ones you tried to your utmost ability to forget.
Even as you were holding on to your lover’s hand you couldn’t pretend as though you weren’t hoping to see a certain blonde in the crowd. It had been a year, maybe even two since you decided to end things. You couldn’t say you didn’t miss him but you couldn’t say that Micah didn’t make your heart melt any less. You and your new boyfriend had been together for 4 months already. In these said months you’ve already shown him that you loved every part of him just as you had shown Ash all those years ago. You were falling into quick sand and the more you struggled the deeper you fell.
“Why are we here again Y/n?” Micah asked. His light brown curls fell over his green eyes.
“Because it’s fun and I wanted us to go out tonight.” You smiled at him which was enough to make them zip their mouth and keep following you around like a lost puppy as he had been doing before.
Ash had spotted you before you did him. He walked towards you in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He wanted to call out your name but his words were lodged in his throat but you felt his almost cold gaze nonetheless.
“Ash? Is that you?” You called to him with a smile, trying your hardest to pretend as though you didn’t expect to see him here. All the blonde could mutter out was your name with a soft smile of his own. You both started to slowly walk towards each other. Your arms were held out to give him a hug but instead he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket inaudibly denying your act of affection and softly smiled. You wiped your hands on your shirt in embarrassment.
“Sooo? What have you been up to?” You tried to make conversation. The tension in the atmosphere could be cut with scissors and the sort of astonished look he was giving you didn’t help a bit.
“Y’know same old, same old. You?” He has so much more to say. He loves you. He misses you. He wants you as his own again. But those words were to be held only in his heart until he could let them out again.
“That’s great and I’m great actually, I finally got that new apartment you know I’ve been looking at for forever and things are going great at the hospi-“ Your sentence was cut off as you felt a hands on your waist.
“Hey babe I’m back, who’s this?” You hadn’t even realized Micah had disappeared into the crowd nor did you know where he went off to or that your hand felt empty and light.
“Babe this is my friend Ash, Ash this is my boyfriend Micah.” You smiled sheepishly, almost embarrassed. You calling Ash a friend stung him in the chest and the mere thought that you were taking pride in calling someone else besides him your significant other only set his heart on fire. The flame was small but it burned like hell.
Micah reached out his hand to shake Ash’s with a smile oblivious to the other man’s growing hatred and envy for him.
But I don’t like his eyes
And I distrust their name
And I hate their haircut
They look like a prick (a prick)
The blonde kissed his teeth not realizing that he has barely said anything at all the entire conversation.
“Well,” you said clapping your hands together with that pretty little smile of yours “why don’t we all grab a drink and you two can get to know each other a bit more.” You looked between the two males while one was returning your smile the other was shooting a glare and if looks could kill your little boyfriend would’ve been dead long ago.
But it's all the same
Would be daft of me to cry
Your tongue is razor sharp
I miss when it would fight mine
He needed to talk to you alone. Try to find a way to get you to dump that prick in less than an hour. He want- no he needed you back. He needed you back and he’d do anything to have you.
The blonde rested his elbow on the bar holding his head in his hand and swirling his drink around in it’s glass. All he could do was channel through your memories together. Every laugh, every cry, every intimate moment where you’d lay your naked body on top of his and let him draw circles on your back as you both slowly passed out from exhaustion. He needed you.
Every single day after you left all he could and would ever do was think about you and now you were right in front of him and he didn’t know what to say. He needed you?
He even missed when you guys would fight. It sounds crazy but even when you hated his guts he still loved and adored every part of you. He let you yell at him for however long you needed to, whatever made you feel better and whatever put you back in his arms the quickest. He needed you.
He missed that sharp tongue of yours, something you both had in common. Every snarky remark you made, he had one waiting for you in return. But even so, all he could do now was listen to you speak and wish that you would look at him how you looked at Mitch or whatever his name was again.
Two hours had gone by. The coke he had in his cup had formed a dark whirlpool from where he’d been spinning it around. He only wished it could grow in size and swallow him whole.
Left your heart on standby
By the way he holds you
Bet he serenades you
I can't really blame you
You had went off to the bathroom, leaving an empty seat between the two males. Ash held a fierce scowl, while Micah awkwardly looked back and forth towards the floor, Ash, and the bathroom door.
“So,” he finally began, putting his drink down on the wooden counter “where did you two meet?”
“Oh it’s a long story…” Micah began but he was drowned out.
Now, did Ash really give two shits? No. But did he at least have to pretend that he liked this guy? Yes.
By the looks of it, you hadn’t even told your little boy toy about you and Ash’s (past) relationship. Either that or that man has not one jealous bone in his body but that was presumed already by the fact that he even let you talk to Ash for so long.
When you two were still together he was suspicious of every male that even breathed in your general direction. He knew he treated you so much better than this motherfucker, even if he didn’t always treat you how you deserved.
You were wearing the perfume he liked. How could he tell? He could smell it on your little lapdog here.
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
You had finally returned.
“Sorry bout that, there was a line. You ready to go baby?” And with that Micah hopped off his stool.
Baby? You gotta be fucking with him at this point.
“Well it was nice seeing you again Ash, but we’re gonna head out. I hope to see you around.” You said as you grabbed your car keys off the counter, leaving money to pay for the drinks.
“Yeah, it was nice seeing you too” he put on a fake smile. He had to pat himself on the back for upholding his facade even after watching Micah snake an arm around your waist. That was his spot.
You gave him a tight hug which he returned adding an extra squeeze of his own and then just like that you were gone again.
hi! you write beautifully so i was wondering can you do a jeremiah fisher x reader where he just sorta re-assures an insecure reader? im having a rough day and would love to see you write it :)
Ma Belle Evangeline
Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader
Warnings: insecurities and comfort
The girls of Cousins Beach are so damn pretty. They were everything you thought you weren’t. They had hour glass figures, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. They were the types of girls you see in movies as the main love interest. They were the types of girls that boys swooned over. And they were the reason you were crying, half naked in front of your mirror. They were the reason you were left wondering why Jeremiah flip-fucking Fisher was wasting his precious time with you.
Take Shayla for instance. Yeah. Shayla is ideal. Hour glass figure, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. Not to mention her family was loaded. She was the definition of classy, the definition of perfect.
You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be so sure of yourself. So desirable. What it would feel like to not have to clutch your stomach every time you were crazy enough to work up the balls to put on a crop top or a bikini. What it would feel like to be considered one of the “pretty” girls. Or what it would feel like to not even have to worry if your boyfriend was fucking someone else behind your back because why would he when he’s got you. Exemplary.
But you would never feel that way and you would never be those girls so you crumbled yourself into a ball and wept in nothing but a bra and underwear.
Meanwhile, Jeremiah had a sixth sense when it came to you. His frontal lobe started to tingle. Dropping what he was doing, he dug through the couch cushions to find his phone. Calling his most recent number.
The opening melody of Good Days by SZA started playing from your phone. Shit. It was Jeremiah. You immediately knew. In a rush, you scrambled to your feet, wiped the tears from your face and picked up the phone.
“Hello?” The boy on the other line said. He sounded like a worried mother.
“Hey Jere.” You exclaimed. You were using your telemarketer voice, as you liked to call it. It made you sound…happy.
“Is everything ok?” Now why the hell was he asking you that?
“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. Why do you ask?” You let out a sniffle. Shit.
“Baby are you crying?” Well now that he knew he was going to go into mama bear mode meaning there was no point in lying anymore and yet you did it anyways.
“No, I’m fine.” Stupid.
“Y/n, I’m coming over. Just hold on, ok?” And with that he hung up. Shit shit shit. You scrambled to your feet to look out the window. He was already on his way. It was only at this time that you dreaded living two houses away from him.
You threw on a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you could find, made your hair look as presentable as you could and quickly grabbed a book off of your shelf to make it look like you were doing something else before. You jumped on your bed and propped your upper body up on the headboard, awaiting his arrival.
The front door was open seeing as you left it unlocked and there was only one car in the driveway indicating that you were home alone.
Hearing the door open and close and your boyfriend’s footsteps slowly becoming louder as he came closer and closer to your room made your heart race.
You took a deep breath, swearing that could taste the salt in the air from your tears. You gave your face one last good wipe and with that door flung open to reveal your (beyond perturbed) Jere bear.
Looking up from the book you weren’t really reading, you smiled at him. But no matter how hard you tried nothing could hide the melancholy atmosphere you had created in the time you spent cradled on the floor in front of your mirror. Nothing could hide the redness of your eyes and absolutely nothing could hide the way Jeremiah saw through you like a piece of glass.
He slowly made his way towards your bed as if he was trying not to startle you. He slipped his shoes off and slowly crawled into bed with you, tucking you both under the covers. He waited for you to turn and face him to talk but when your eyes met his, when you saw the way he looked at you with so much love and acceptance, you broke. The dam you had poorly built broke and your tears came falling once again.
The boy pulled you into his chest, stroking and kissing your head.
“Shhhhh, it’s ok my love, I’m here.” He would say in many different variations. His soothing soon brought your waterworks to a halt but you still couldn’t look at him. You continued to stare at the wet spot you had created on his wife beater and the lighter surrounding parts of it. Anywhere but his face.
“You don’t have to tell me what happened, y’know?” He wasn’t expecting an answer, he was telling you more rather than asking you. He didn’t even try to look at your face. He just left you be and continued to let you dance your fingers across his chest.
“Do you ever wish I looked like someone else or was someone else?” Ripping the band-aid clean off. There was no way around it but through it.
“What? No. Where did you get that from?” This time Jeremiah pulled you away from his chest so he could look at your face. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
“I don’t know,” you did know “I just…look at every other girl in Cousins and it’s just…I don’t know,” you said that already “you could have any girl you wanted and you’re with…me. I just don’t get it.”
The boy across from you kept eye contact with you the entire time. His face contorting into what seemed like a million different expressions throughout your confession, he was bemused to say the least.
“I mean sometimes I even think you’re with me out of pity or maybe it was a dare or a bet you made with Steven…I don’t know I just wish you could be with someone you actually deserve.” You finished. Well at least you thought you were finished. Honestly, you could go on about it all day but simply based off of the expression on your boyfriend’s face you knew he wouldn’t let you.
“First of all, I don’t know where the hell this is coming from but I like you because you aren’t like every other girl in Cousins. To be honest, they’re all carbon copies of each other, most of them are like barbie dolls with no personalities. Also if you’re inferring that your inferior to any of them because of your looks then you’re out of your goddamn mind. You’re the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. Hell, sometimes I even question why you’re with me, y’know? I’d never trade you for any other guy or girl even if I had the chance to.” He disrupted his speech to give you a sweet peck on the lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous baby.” Another kiss. “I love you more than anything.”
Your cheeks hurt from the way you were smiling so damn much. God, you loved him. You smiled even harder as he pulled you into his chest again.
The day didn’t end there though. He wouldn’t let it. When you were ready Jeremiah spent the rest of the afternoon letting his tongue and two middle fingers (along with other…parts) show you how much he loved you and your body.
hey clove ! i absolutely love your jealousy jealousy fic. i was wondering if you could do late night swimming with jere and if it includes smut that would great too
Lovers Rock
Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader
Warnings: Smut, female reader, established relationship, female receiving oral, risk of getting caught, unprotected sex (wrap it up bitch)
“I’ll come with you!” Jeremiah exclaimed just after you told him you were going for a night swim in the pool. Before you could respond he dashed up the stairs to quickly throw on his swim trunks.
You let out a breathy chuckle under your breath, shaking your head as you walked out of the house and looked down at the shimmering light of the pool. You threw your towel on the nearest beach chair and jumped in, swimming to the other end of the pool. Letting your elbows rest on the concrete, you wiped the water off your face before hearing a loud splash behind you.
Startled, you quickly turned around to be met with a head of dirty blonde curls slightly popped out of the water in front of you.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” You told him, pressing a palm to your heart to exaggerate. He let out a chuckle and gave you a little smirk.
“Well then I hope you’ll accept my apology.” He leaned in to give you two quick pecks on your lips, brushing a wet piece of hair behind your ear in the process. A sheepish smile spread across his lips.
“Apology accepted.” You connected both your lips once again. The interaction was no longer chaste. He wanted you just as you wanted him. He backed you into the wall of the pool, your legs coming to rest on both sides of his waist. The boy brought two fingers to your back to untie your bikini top. Quickly grabbing his wrist, you stopped him.
“What? What’s wrong? Do you not want to?” He questioned frantically.
“No it’s not that. It’s just-“ You began but stopped. His eyes bore into your own, silently urging you to complete your sentence. “Just not here.” You finished.
“Oh. Then come on.” Jeremiah smiled before using his arms to push himself up and out of the pool, after waiting for you to do the same he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his house, up the stairs, and into his room closing the door behind you both.
The waltz of your lips began once again. His hands grabbing at every bare piece of flesh he could reach. You both eventually ended up in the warmth of his sheets. Your top had long been removed. Your boyfriend spent an adequate amount of time worshiping your top half as he always did.
“God I love you.” He announced before continuing his reign on your neck. Biting and sucking on the flesh by your throat aggressively almost as if he was actually hoping to get a taste of your blood. Your whimpers were silenced by his mouth on yours once again. His hand sneaking down the valleys of your body to slowly rub your clit through your swim suit bottoms.
Your moans brought a smile to Jeremiah’s face. He used his free hand to cover your mouth slowly.
“We have to be quiet sweet girl. Can you do that for me?” He tone was so endearing. It was like he was talking to a mere child who had dropped his or her ice cream cone. It was belittling. But you loved every second of it. And he knew that.
You gave him a nod and he removed his hand from your mouth. He smile only grew as he began to lower his head all the way down your body, leaving small open mouthed kisses in his wake. Fuck. You needed him so bad.
His hands reached for your bottoms, giving you a quick glance for your approval. You nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation. He slid the damp clothing down your legs, throwing it into the pile of both of your discarded clothes and sat back up into position, spreading your thighs apart with his palms.
He couldn’t help himself. He had tried to start off slow but just could not help himself. He could smell how much you wanted him. He gave rapid licks to your plush cunt, sucking and nipping at your clit like a mad man. His hands forcing your thighs apart.
You used to your hand to shield your moans, subconsciously wriggling your hips around.
“That’s right baby, ride my face. Fuck yes.” You could hear Jeremiah mumble into your pussy. Your free hand gripped his hair, pushing his head closer into your heat.
His tongue continued to work magic on your clit. He knew your body from the inside out and he used it to his advantage every chance he got.
You shivered under him and pulled at the pillow below your head. Moaning at the way his tongue touched and massaged your walls. You closed your eyes tightly, turning your head allowing you to muffle your cries against the pillow.
“Fuck! Cumming!” You told him as quietly as you could.
“Cum for me.” Jeremiah urged you. He couldn’t deny how much he loved seeing you like this. How much he loved being the only person that could see you like this.
You felt yourself release on his tongue and he quickly lapped up everything you gave him.
He sat up wiping your essence off of his chin with the back of his hand and his eyes found your once again.
He lowered himself onto his elbows, his face only inches away from yours.
“I want you.” You told him. How true that was.
“And you’ll have me gorgeous.” He gave you a sly wink before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Can I?” He asked.
You nodded once again, not being able to form words at the moment.
And with that Jeremiah slipped himself inside of you. Your eyes rolled to that back of your skull as he immediately began to thrust his hips against yours. Setting a unsurprisingly quick pace.
“Oh fuck, Jeremiah!” You nearly screamed. Already starting to lose your grip of reality.
“Scream it baby.” Jeremiah said through his own grunts and slight whimpers, completely forgetting about your required volume level and focused simply on fucking you cross eyed.
His hips were sporadic. Driving into you at an astonishing pace
“Fuck! Jeremiah!” If that one part of your mind hadn’t reminded you that you need to be quiet then you would have screamed it. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms and back, determined to grip onto something, anything.
“I know, baby, I know! Fuck!” At this point, the boy had sunken his head into your neck, nipping at the flesh in a desperate attempt to quiet his own calls of your name. You just felt so damn good wrapped around him like this.
The sounds of wet skin slapping filled the room and every thrust of Jeremiah’s hips brought you both closer and closer to nirvana.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Jeremiah exclaimed. He didn’t need you to tell him you were too, even if you could. He could feel your velvet walls flutter around his dick.
You second orgasm of the night hit you like a truck. You ended up squirting, cover the sheets and Jeremiah’s hips in the process.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Your boyfriend was soon to follow. His hips started to speed up, chasing his high. He bit his lower lip to shut himself up as he used the back of your thighs for leverage to hold himself up.
You screamed of pleasure into the pillow beneath your head as Jeremiah continued his onslaught. He gripped your hips, and with one last cry of your name, pulled out of you before releasing all over your stomach.
“Fuck!” The dirty blonde said once again. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” You told him. He peeled himself off of you to lie on his side. He moved some hair out of your face before giving you a passionate kiss good night.
“Good night my love.” Jeremiah told you before pulling you close to him, feeling the heat radiating off of both of your bodies.
“Good night Jere.” You replied, only to be met with silence for the boy had already drifted off to sleep. You smiled and placed a kiss to the center of his chest where his heart lie and let sleep overtake you too.
I NEED more fics for my Jere Bear🫶Maybe him and the reader are swimming at the beach and they play around in the water which leads to kissing/making out
Ocean waves
Pairing: Jeremiah fisher x reader
Warnings: Short fluff
“Race you!” Jeremiah smiled at you as you both made your way down the sandy pathway heading to the beach.
“Are you crazy? It’s way too hot to-“ without finishing your complaint you started to dart towards the shore, leaving Jeremiah behind only by a couple steps before he started to take off after you.
Once you both hit the salty water, the brunette tackled you by the waist, bringing you to the grainy floor before you quickly sprang back up to splash water right into his face. He mimicked your actions and soon you fell into an all out brawl against each other.
Without realizing, you both had slowly began to back further and further out into the water until you were submerged up to your chest. Once your giggles had died down, you realized Jeremiah staring at you with a smile. No, not “a” smile, “that” smile. That smile that he’d spend up to hours out of his day smiling whether or not if it was at you or only to the mere thought of you. He was looking at you with “that” smile.
“What?” You asked. Quickly wiping your hands over your face out of self consciousness.
“You. I love you.” He finally spoke. His hands started to grab at the fat of your hips, pulling your body closer to his before finally pulling you into a kiss. He grabbed the underside of your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist without breaking that bridge you had both made with your lips. His tongue had slipped its way into your mouth and before you knew it, you had both found yourselves in an intense make out session.
You pulled away for a brief moment. Running all ten of your fingers through his hair before diving back in. You found yourself drowning in the bottomless pit that was Jeremiah Fisher’s love.
Jealousy jealousy was so amazing thank you will you tag me in all your Jeremiah imagines? If you need more ideas just let me know. Also do you do smut if not that’s ok I’m just curious
Thank you so much and I will definitely tag you and yes I do smut
Hi!!!! I have a Jeremiah Fisher request!!!! Jeremiah and the reader are at a party on the beach and when the reader goes to talk to Belly a girl walks up to him and flirts with him. Belly points this out to the reader abs she gets mad and goes over there but Jeremiah sees her and stops. He tells her she is all he wants and makes it a point to kiss her in front of the girl that’s was flirting with him.
Jealousy, Jealousy
Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader
Warnings: Bitter sweet fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader
The light from the bonfire lit up your face as you held your knees to your chest. You sat alone tuning out the sound of Cardi B playing in the background when a loud “FUCK YOU” could be heard from behind you. You turned around to see Belly being consoled by your brunette boyfriend before he ran off to talk to a random group of girls who had called his name. Before you could have time to process how you felt about the interaction you heard Belly plop herself down beside you. She brushed her hair out of her face and mimicked your knees to the chest style of sitting.
“I thought you hated parties.” You spoke first, still surprised from the little scene she made earlier let alone that she even showed to something like this.
“I thought you hated preppy rich kids.” Belly retaliated. She turned to you with a sly smile, happy to see another familiar face that wasn’t pissing or brushing her off.
“Touché”
“Oh my God” Belly suddenly dropped her head to rest against her knees, her face still turned in your direction. “Do you think everyone really saw me fall on my ass?”
“Most likely” Belly let out a groan at your response, turning her head into her chest and contracting her knees closer to her body. “But it’s fine, everyone’s probably too shitfaced to even remember by tomorrow.” You placed your hand on her upper back and gave it two small pats.
“Why does my brother have to be such an ass? I’m almost sixteen, I think I can handle myself at a fucking party” She brought her head up again to rest her chin on her knees.
“I’m sure he’s just looking out for you, that’s what big brothers do.” You reassured her in the best way possible. The girl let out a breathy chuckle.
“Yeah and while he’s watching out for me I think you need to be watching out for your “Jere Bear” over there” she points towards Jeremiah’s direction. “Gigi has been all over him since I got here.”
You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who is indeed flirting his ass off with Gigi by the shore. She’s basically eye fucking him, running her hands down his chest and slightly pulling at her bikini top. Bitch. Jere only counters her attempts with a smile and what you could only imagine to be sly, clever comments on her body and the way she wouldn’t get off of him.
You stand up and brush the sand off of your clothes, ready to have to chew him out and maybe slap a bitch in the process. You start to walk over to where they stand by the water. You swear the sand beneath your feet is starting to sear with every footstep you take. As you get closer, Jeremiah turns his head as he senses your presence. He gives you that wide smile with those pretty blue eyes. He makes it so hard for you to stay mad at him.
“Baby!” He practically shouts as he runs over to you. He squeezes the life out of you, pulling you against his lean body until he pulls away, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Where have you been? I missed you.” He holds your hands in his larger ones and brings them to both of his cheeks.
You rip your hands away from his face in a sharp and vile motion.
“Baby what’s wrong?”
“You obviously didn’t miss me enough to start flirting with Gigi of all people.” Apparently you had both taken your conversation far enough to leave Gigi completely out of earshot as she kept watching the ocean’s dance.
“Baby-“
“Stop calling me baby”
His smile started to drop. The boy hated seeing you even slightly upset and especially if it was at him. He didn’t think he could take it.
“Y/n you know it doesn’t mean anything, you know that? Right?” He lifted your chin with his hand from where your head had dropped to look at your feet. “You know that, right? You know that you’re the only one I want, right?” He asked you for the second time. He seemed as though he was begging. He had brought his hand to your face, slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth. Even though you wanted to stay mad at him and at least make him feel the slightest bit guiltier about what he had done, you knew he already felt terrible enough seeing you like this.
You finally looked up at him, giving him that small grin that made his heart melt out of his chest. Deep down you knew he only had eyes for you, he proved it to you every time you were together.
“Yeah Jere, I know.” You said. Taking ahold of the back of his hand and slowly turning your face to land a kiss on his palm. He smiled at you.
That’s when Gigi began to walk towards you both, realizing Jeremiah had been gone for longer than she had liked.
“Hey Jere are you coming back or wha-“ she was cut off by her own disbelief. Before she could finish her sentence, your boyfriend made sure to land a passionate kiss on your lips. He pulled you in close, making sure to look like he was ready to rip your clothes off at any second if Gigi couldn’t take the hint already. Fortunately she had already began to walk away. Smart woman.
When you and the boy had finally pulled away for air, he gave you that bright smile that made your knees weak.
Hello! I don’t have a number for this, but may I have ash with a gf who sometimes info dump about her fav subjects sometimes, particularly about outer space?
The theory of everything
Pairing: Ash lynx x reader
Warnings: N/A
Ash listened to the smooth sound of your voice as you told another one of your daily stories. He wasn’t quite sure why exactly you were telling him these things but he knew he knew he liked listening to the sound of your voice and the smile you had on your face while you talked was to die for.
You had the tendency to drift off into your own little world while telling him a story about a memory from your childhood or just things you were passionate about. You always made sure to add every little detail which made Ash fall into a deep trance of his own imagination, feeling like he was right there with you when the event happened.
The blonde listened closely with his face in his palm as you gave him an unwanted but not irritable lecture on what it would be like if Neptune replaced the moon.
“The Earth would experience extreme tides - more than 1,000 times the strength of the tides caused by the moon. That wouldn't destroy the Earth, but it may increase seismic activity…” You went on.
Ash couldn’t seem to remember what started this conversation and he stopped caring some time ago. You made gestures with your hands to emphasize on what you were saying and your smile seemed to widen more and more every time you finished a sentence. You’d said the word Neptune 17 times in the past 10 minutes, Ash had started to count.
Your boyfriend leaned more into his palm, letting his feet kick back and forth under the table. He began to trace random shapes on the kitchen counter while still keeping his eyes on your beautiful face. He watched in awe as he listened to you speak, that beautiful smile that he loved to see more than anything was mesmerizing to him.
“Am I boring you?” You asked, noticing his body language. Ash wasn’t bored per say but he had started to drift off into a hypnosis of his own. He looked at you with confusion.
“What? No, I’m listening.” It was true he had been listening to you for the past 10 minutes while you gave him a lesson on something he never would need to think about in life.
“No it’s okay if you’re bored, I’ve been talking forever. Come on it’s late let’s go to bed.” You grabbed his hand and you both started to head off upstairs. Ash considered himself the luckiest man in the world to be able to wake up next to you in the morning. And if you don’t know that then he’ll tell you so you don’t have to wonder.
