Wait what’re nerd!matt and lamb + rapper!chris and model!reader doing
matt’s laptop is open to a practice test he’s been trying to finish for an hour but lamb keeps interrupting with ❝wait wait i have a question❞ every five minutes, even when the question makes no sense.
she’s sitting on the desk, legs swinging, stealing his pen, tapping it against his forehead when he zones out. he keeps pushing his glasses up, trying to stay serious but every time she leans down too close to read the screen, he forgets the entire sentence he was on.
❝focus,❞ he mumbles, mostly to himself.
❝i am,❞ she lies, smiling.
at some point she gets cold and just… climbs into his lap like it’s normal. tucks her face into his neck, still holding the flashcards. matt freezes for a second, brain completely short-circuiting, then slowly wraps an arm around her so she doesn’t fall. he tries to keep quizzing her, voice shaky, reading definitions while she mumbles half-answers into his hoodie.. neither of them is learning anything anymore but neither of them moves either.
rapper!chris and model!reader
the engine still ticking warm, parked on a quiet hill overlooking la.. the city lights fading into that hazy blue morning. the roof’s down, cold air cutting through the smoke curling from the blunt in chris’s hand.. she’s half in his lap, legs thrown over his, tiny dress riding up like she doesn’t care who might see from the road below.
music’s low, something unreleased, bass humming through the seats. she’s got his chain twisted around her fingers, tugging it just enough to make his head tilt back, exposing his throat.
❝you’re trouble this early,❞ he mutters, voice rough, eyes dragging over her like he’s starving and she just smirks, lips brushing his ear, ❝you parked here, not me❞
that’s all it takes. his hand slides up her thigh, grip tightening, pulling her closer like he forgot how to be patient. the blunt burns out between his fingers, forgotten as she shifts against him..